0 comments/ 73729 views/ 0 favorites Just Good Friends By: Teflon John had a bunch of very close friends, friends he had meet during A-levels. There were about 13 of them, 6 blokes and 7 women. All the women in the group were attractive, some of them were stunning, girls that John would give his right arm to be with. They'd all go out together, pubbing and clubbing, or just going to each other's houses to get pissed. It was March, and there was a spate of birthdays within the group. These were special birthdays as it was everyone's 21st this year. The group did a variety of things on each other's b'days. Some organised to go to clubs; some had big dinners and a disco in a local function room. No matter where they went everyone, especially the person whose b'day they were celebrating, got absolutely wasted. Near the end of March, it was Mikes bash. Mike had organised a minibus to take everyone to a club in Bournemouth. Everyone was there, as well as a few other people from where Mike lived. John, Mike and the rest of the lads, had been drinking all afternoon, so by the time they got on the mini bus, they were pissed already. The girls hadn't joined them in the pub, for the reason that they couldn't handle anywhere as near as much drink the lads could. When they got onto the bus, John fell onto the back seat, joined by Mike and two of the women, Chloe and Lucy. The journey took about 3/4 of an hour, during which time John had fell asleep on Chloe's shoulder. The bus pulled up outside the club; John woke up to be greeted by Chloe's head resting on his. John apologised for falling asleep, but Chloe said she didn't mind, because he had been talking shit anyway, and that he looked cute asleep anyway. John was 5'8, slightly overweight, with shaved black hair and a goatee. In John's eyes, Chloe was an absolute babe, around 5'6, dirty blonde hair, with a fantastic body, and a cute face. John had always got on particularly well with her, and confided in her on occasions, as did she with him. As they got out of the mini bus they were greeted with a long queue of about 100 people. They joined the end, and everyone started talking, it was a cold night, and John noticed that Chloe was shivering. Chloe was wearing a short, tight, blue velvet dress, that John thought accentuated her figure, and in which she looked incredibly sexy. John walked up behind Chloe and put his arms around her waist; she held his arms and wrapped them around her. They kept talking to their other friends, and time flew by and they were soon at the front of the crowd. John released his grip of Chloe, only for her to take his hand and lead him to the desk to pay. John thought this was odd, but didn't complain. As they walked into the club Chloe held his hand again, as she followed everyone to the bar. When they reached the bar, Mike was already in the mists of buying a round; a few of the others had found a table to sit at and were waiting. John stayed and gave Mike a hand with the drinks. As they took the drinks over, there was only one seat left, John let Mike have the seat, and he stood up sipping his pint. John looked over to see Chloe sitting on a stool, she looked over and waved John over. "You sit here, I can sit on your lap." She said. Chloe stood up, and John sat on the stool. Chloe sat on John, straddling his right leg; he put his right hand on her waist to support her. As the night wore on, Chloe slid back up John's leg, then she laid her back on his chest. John's hand had moved around her waist and held her tightly. The alcohol flowed freely the whole night, and Chloe got more and more pissed as the night dragged on. She lent her head back on John shoulder and whispered to him. "I think I'm pissed!" "Join the club." John responded. "Do you get horny when you get drunk?" she asked. "Do I ever!" he replied hastily. "So do I, it gets unbearable sometimes." At that point Chloe squirmed around a touch on John's leg, letting out a slight moan. John found this strange, as they had never been as close as that before. They were sitting in a dark corner of the club, they were pretty much out of sight from anyone, and most of they friends were dancing, apart from Mike, who had passed out on the sofa. Chloe started to move about more on John's legs, pushing her pussy hard onto him. John started to rub her back and her sides, sliding his hands occasionally over her soft thigh. This went on for about five minutes, John could feel the heat coming from Chloe's pussy as she rubbed up and down, letting out more moans and breathing erratically. Chloe leaned back, and softly nibbled on John's ear. With all this happening, John had grown incredibly hard, the more she rubbed the more his cock would push against his trousers. "I'm all wet," she whispered into John's ear. "I am sorry" "Don't worry about, feel free to do what you want," he replied. With that, Chloe raised herself slightly and slid her dress up around her waist, but not revealing anything to the people in front of her. As she sat back on his knee, he could feel the heat even more, then after a while; a damp patch materialised on his trousers. "God, you are wet!" John said. "I know, what you gonna do about it?" Immediately John moved his hand around from her thigh, he lifted her up and moved her around so that she sat across his knee. This meant that her ass and her pussy were exposed over the side of his leg. John started to caress Chloe's ass, rubbing her soft cheeks, running his finger over the soft material of her g-string. He then slid his hand and cupped her soaking panties and her pussy. She was absolutely dripping. As John slowly rubbed her pussy, running his fingers over her swollen lips, Chloe groaned and moved her pussy onto his hands. Chloe had wrapped her arms around john, and was kissing his neck, pressing her face into him, so she could muffle her groans. John kept rubbing her pussy, sliding fingers up and down her slit, applying slight pressure to her clit. He pushed her panties to once side and ran his finger up and down her wet slit, she was so hot and horny, her juices were everywhere, John's hand was soon covered with her sweet juices. He focused his finger on her clit, driving her wild, rubbing his finger over it, around it, flicking it gently. Chloe's breathing was heavy and erratic, she had started to bite into John's neck, to try and stop her from moaning out loud. "Oh god, you're so good... I think I'm gonna cum" she whispered. John immediately slid a finger into her dripping hole, followed by another. He slowly pushed them around, sliding them in and out, while still playing with her hard, sensitive clit. All of a sudden, Chloe pushed down on to his fingers, and a jolt spread over her body. "MMMMmmmmmmmmmmmm," she moaned loudly/ Juices flowed out her pussy, as she climaxed several times. John kept his fingers in her hole, and kept rubbing her clit, as she orgasms over and over again. She pushed her face tight into John's neck, biting him hard. When she finished, he removed his fingers, and brought them up to his face, where his slowly licked off all the juices that had covered them. Chloe joined in, licking his fingers, sucking them, pushing her tongue against Johns. "That was amazing, how come you've never done that to me before?" Chloe asked "You've never rubbed your pussy on me before!" "I wish I'd fucking done it before." "So do I!" John laughed. "So how are we gonna deal with you then? Without making it look obvious," she whispered. At which point Chloe slid her hand up his thigh, and rubbed John's hard cock. The mere touch of her hand, made John quiver with excitement, his head was tender to the touch. Chloe stood up, and turned round to face John, she pushed his knees together, and straddled him, lifting her skirt up to her waist. John, slid his hands up her stomach, and finally got to touch her breasts, over the velvet, but they were still a wonder to feel, soft and round, John could make out her hard nipples through the fabric, he rubbed his thumbs over them, making her twitch. Chloe bent down, and kissed John tenderly on the lips, John slipped his tongue in, playing hide and seek with Chloe's. She moved her hands down, and rubbed John's hard cock, slowly unzipping his flies. As soon as the pressure from the trousers had gone, John's cock popped out of his boxers and stood to attention proudly in front of Chloe. She grabbed his cock, about 7.5 inches of it, in both hands. She started to work it up and down, squeezing tight around its bulbous head. Pre-cum started to dribble from the tip; she ran a finger over it, spreading over his cock. Then she sucked her finger. "I want you in me. Now!" she said to John. He moved his hands to her back and pulled her closer, lifting her in the process. Chloe, with one hand on his cock, moved the other to push her panties to the side. John lowered her back down, Chloe guiding his cock into him. As she slipped down, John felt his sensitive head squeeze into her tight, wet, hot pussy. As this happened, Chloe let out a slight gasp of pleasure. Then John let go of her, which pushed his cock deep into her as she dropped. This caused Chloe to groan loud, her pussy clenched as she climaxed. John then started to squeeze his buttocks together, creating a small and discrete up lift. As they did this they mouths locked, and their tongues explored each other. John had one hand on her ass, and another had moved back to playing with her nipples. A short time passed, when John started to push deeper, and faster, breathing becoming very heavy and sporadic, letting out moans of pleasure. Chloe had her eyes closed, gasping every time John pushed into her. "Cum in me John, cum hard." Suddenly John pushed as hard as he could; his body tensed, and floods of pleasure spread over his body, from his toes all the way through to his head. Thick spurts of cum shot deep into Chloe's pussy, at which point she reached orgasm, and held onto John tightly. They held each other tight for what seemed and eternity, John's flaccid cock still inside her, she could feel juices running out of her pussy, running around her thighs and ass cheeks. John could feel juices sliding down his cock and into his pubic hair. They wanted to stay like that forever. "That was amazing. I've never cum so much in my life," John proclaimed. "Me neither - it's brilliant what friends can do for each other," she sighed. Just Good Friends This is my first short story, constructive criticism is welcome. *** It was a gorgeous day. The sun was out, and a steady breeze blew inland off the ocean, cooling the red backs of sun bathing tourists. I had taken the doors off my Jeep, hoping a drive along the beach road would clear my head. My girlfriend Erin and I had broken up the previous night after another one of our fights. This one felt different though, as if the wind that was blowing in was bringing change. I felt completely drained and tense. Not only had Erin and I been fighting, but we had not had sex for weeks, and the sexual buildup was almost making me sore. No amount of jerking off to moaning pornstars came close to the great sex that I had with Erin. Either way, my life had been once again been torn apart and I needed a rebound. As I pulled into a beach parking lot, my prayers were answered. My phone rang from under a pile of junk on my passenger seat. Swearing at it, I searched for the phone, only to find an unlisted number calling me. Ready to yell at some sales guy, I swiped the screen and held the phone up to my ear. "Hello?" I said, waiting for a sales pitch. "Hey Scott, it's Kaitlin." Her voice wavered, as if she had been crying. Kaitlin was an old friend of mine. She had lived a few houses down from me when we were children and we were almost inseparable as kids. As teenagers, her father had received a business offer that took them out of state. We still talked occasionally, but had lost contact as life grew more hurried. Just hearing the sound of her voice cheered me up. "Hey Kaitlin! God, it's been forever. How have you been?" "Yeah I know, I lost my phone and all my contacts. I've been trying to get in touch with you but you didn't answer and I gave up until now." "Well shit, if I had known it was you calling I would have picked up." "Don't worry about it. I need your help." She was getting short with me, and her voice wavered even more. Something was wrong. "What's the matter? Where ar¬¬-" "That's what I'm calling you about. I'm back in town. I can't afford to pay my bills; my power has been shut off and I may be evicted." Kaitlin had made it clear to me in the past that she no longer talked with any of her family. Moving back here must have meant she left all her contacts back home, and she was clearly lost. "What can I do?" I asked. "Can you pick me up? I only have a couple of bags, I just need a place to stay until I get back on my feet." Her voice broke and she stopped talking. "Text me your address, I'll be over there as fast as I can." "Thank you" Came a weak reply. "Katie?" I asked. "Yes?" "Thank you for thinking of me when it mattered." I heard her sigh into the phone, "Thank you for being there for me Scott." ______________________________________________________________________________ I pulled up to Kaitlin's house just as the sun was beginning to set. The house was an off yellow, paled by the sun, with weather beaten decking wrapping around two levels, joining to form a staircase that lead to the street. It was a nice place, exactly the kind of house I would expect Kaitlin to have. Kaitlin was already out on the stairs, sitting with her bags, and came running down to meet me as I steered the Jeep into her driveway. "Thank you so much!" She said, barely giving me time to get out of the Jeep before barreling into me to give me a hug. "It's nothing." I replied, wrapping my arms around her, recognizing the smell of the citrus perfume she always wore. "Let's get going before it gets dark. We can talk on the way to my place." "I don't have much." Kaitlin said, breaking the hug and looking up to me. "But, can we stop at the store on the way to your house? I'll buy you some whiskey." I looked up and grinned at the mention of our favorite past time as I threw her last bag into the Jeep. "Yeah, that sounds great." ______________________________________________________________________________ Kaitlin sat on a bar stool, spinning herself side to side as I cleaned dinner dishes in the kitchen. We hadn't been together in so long that I was worried that there would be awkward conversation, but it was like she had never left. I wanted to know everything that had happened to her, and she told me. She and her parents had a falling out after she had decided to drop out of medical school to become a teacher, and had moved back to the area in search of cheaper living and work. After talking about getting her a job, Kaitlin moved the focus of the conversation to me. I vented, telling Kaitlin about my off-and-on relationship with Erin, and sexual frustrations that came with it. Kaitlin was a fantastic listener, staying quiet and only speaking to lighten the mood or add insight to the conversation. She agreed Erin was in the wrong, which lightened my mood considerably. During the conversation, Kaitlin kept shooting me looks, especially when I mentioned my sex life. Something had changed between us and I wasn't sure what. She was a different person, not exactly the old Kaitlin. "I'm going to pour us some drinks," Kaitlin called, reaching into the cupboard where I kept my whiskey, "You okay with that, Mr. Chef?" She teased, pointing at my apron. "Fuck you." I called back, drying my hands and taking off my apron, before sliding onto the sofa in the living room. Kaitlin came into the room, placing the tumblers on the glass coffee table and filling them to the brim. "Cheers," She said, flopping down onto the couch opposite me, "Here's to Scott, for being a fantastic human being." I raised my tumbler, and drank to myself, smiling inwardly. As Kaitlin leaned forward to pour herself some more to drink, I thought about what was making her seem so different. Maybe it was the way she was dressed. Kaitlin was model-type pretty. She was about 5'9", with long, straight brown hair, freckles everywhere and a body that models would kill for. She only had on a T-shirt with a bikini bottom. No bra, no surfer shorts, nothing else on at all. Not that we had ever cared to watch what we wore as kids, we never had thought about each other as more than brother/sister type friends. But now, watching Kaitlin lean over to fix herself a drink, I found myself thinking of her sexually. Maybe it was Mr. Daniels kicking in, or my breakup with Erin. I couldn't help noticing the way her nipples stuck out against her shirt. The way her thighs clenched as she downed a drink, a gracefulness that hadn't been there when we were teenagers. "So we're both on a dry spell, huh?" "Dry as the desert." I fished out the T.V. remote from between the pillows, flicking it on. Kaitlin laughed as two people flickered onto the screen, kissing passionately. "At least they're getting some, she chuckled. Stretching her arms backward and curling up into a ball on the couch to get a better look at the T.V. I laughed, catching a glimpse of her ass as she curled up, wondering if she had always been this good looking. Things went quiet as we settled in for the movie, forgetting about the drinks. Soon, Kaitlin was fast asleep, leaving me to carry her into my bedroom before falling back onto the couch with a blanket, to lay awake, thinking of my old friend. ______________________________________________________________________________ Morning came with sun blaring through the open windows. I woke up to the smell of coffee, and eggs, rubbing my eyes and looking up to Kaitlin in the kitchen, wearing my apron over her clothes from last night, cooking breakfast. Tasting, the whiskey from last night, I rolled off the couch and stumbled into the kitchen, Kaitlin noticing that I was awake. "'Morning. Thank you for moving me to your bed, Scott. I would have slept on the couch." "Nah, you're my guest." I mumbled, still trying to stretch out the kinks that the couch had given me. Kaitlin looked at me sympathetically, "Why don't we just share your bed?" "Ungh" I mumbled, still half asleep and not sure how to reply to her offer. She laughed at my reply, turning back to the eggs. "Get yourself some coffee, it'll help. I want to go to the beach with you." After a fast shower, I was already feeling much better. Not bothering to put on a shirt, I threw some beach suitable shorts on, and met Kaitlin in the hallway leading to the front door. "I'm gonna change too!" Kaitlin whipped past me into my room, already pulling off her shirt. My dick moved at the sight of her bare back before she closed the door. Wishing I had jerked one off in the shower, I sat down to my coffee and breakfast as I waited. Moments later, the door swung back open, and Kaitlin came out in a semi-transparent yellow sun dress, with a black bikini underneath. She walked gracefully into the kitchen, her long tan legs showing from under the dress. After pouring herself another cup of coffee, Kaitlin flew out the door, "Meet you in the Jeep!" I heard as the door slammed. Maybe the Kaitlin from when we were kids was still there. ______________________________________________________________________________ The day was just as pretty as yesterday, giving me an excuse not to have to put the doors and top back on the Jeep just yet. We made the drive to the beach listening to our favorite bands and talking. As I was driving, I couldn't help but notice Kaitlin's body. She glowed in the see through dress. She had a beautifully slim body, with curves that offset her slimness perfectly. It was a natural beauty that very few people had. Just as I was about to look away, she turned towards me to say something, only to catch me looking. I blushed. I couldn't help it. She was beautiful. I glanced over again, only to see her smiling out the window. ______________________________________________________________________________ As we walked on the beach in silence, Kaitlin reached out and hooked arms with me. "So how long has it been since you last had sex?" I nearly froze in my tracks. How mad was she? "What kind of question is that?" I asked her. "Oh come on! If you tell me, I'll tell you how long it's been for me." "Alright, it's been about 4 months since Erin and I last had sex." We walked along in silence for a while. Kaitlin stared into the distance, seemingly lost in thought. Snapping back into reality, Kaitlin kicked the sand. "It's been 7 months for me." My jaw nearly dropped. "It's been 7 months? You could get anyone you wanted here! Why has it been so long?" Kaitlin kicked the sand again. "I dunno, it's just not felt right with anyone. After I broke up with Embry, I realized how mistreated I was. I need someone who actually cares for me, not meaningless sex." "I think you're on to something." I said, linking our arms closer together, turning us back towards the Jeep. ______________________________________________________________________________ Later that evening, we sat around the kitchen table, looking through the paper to find Kaitlin a job. We had been to several stores after our walk, but no one was hiring. "Hold on Scott, my phone is ringing." Kaitlin dashed for her phone in the bedroom, answering it breathlessly. "Hello?" I heard her answer, walking out of my hearing. Several minutes went by, without Kaitlin coming out of the bedroom. Getting worried and feeling slightly curious, I got up from the table and crept toward the bedroom door. As I got near, I heard her crying. I rounded the corner, to find her sitting on the edge of the bed crying. "Hi." I said, unsure of what to do. Kaitlin looked up, tears streaming down her face. Heart. Broken. "It's official, Scott." She sobbed, "I'm being evicted next week. I don't have a job, and now I'm losing my house." I walked over to her, and sat down on the edge of the bed next to her. "How far behind on payments are you?" I asked her softly. "I'm about three months behind." She said, hiccuping. The solution was simple. Kaitlin wouldn't like it, but it was the only way. "I'll pay for it and you can move in with me." I said firmly, wrapping my arm around her. "Scott!" Kaitlin was shocked. "How would you have the money for that?" "I did some freelance design work for a big client over the winter. I've got more than enough to cover your rent." Kaitlin began to cry again, this time into my shoulder. I let her cry for a while, then led her into the living room and sat her down on the couch. "I'll get you something to drink." I told her, walking into the kitchen. "Wait. I want to change." Kaitlin muttered, wiping her eyes and walking back into the bedroom. I set down the beers I had grabbed and slouched lengthwise on the couch. As I was opening a bottle, Kaitlin walked back in wearing a long T-shirt, her nipples pressing against her shirt, telling me she wasn't wearing a bra again. "Want a beer?" I asked, popping open another bottle, slightly bummed I couldn't see what bottoms she was wearing. "That'd be good." Kaitlin walked toward me and grabbed the beer out of my hand. But instead of sitting down on the couch across from me, she did something I never would have expected. She sat down on my lap, leaning her back against my chest. The smell of her hair was intoxicating. Kaitlin's weight and warmth against me was comforting. I set my beer down and rubbed her shoulder, kneading her shoulders and massaging her back. Kaitlin moaned in relief, bringing me to full mast faster then I every thought possible. I could feel my boner pressed against her crotch as she sat on my lap. Panicked, I didn't stop massaging, hoping for an okay reaction. But she didn't move. Kaitlin relaxed back into my hands even more, moaning again. "Since when were you good at massages?" She took a sip of her beer. Still not acknowledging my boner. "You're way to good at this." "I used to give Erin one when she was stressed out." I replied meekly. "Is that all you gave her?" I could have sworn she pushed her ass down on my boner then. "Kaitlin! I'm sorry it's just -" "It's okay Scott, I'm teasing!" She said, sliding down my leg to place her empty beer bottle on the coffee table. "I'm gonna get to bed. Care to join me?" I didn't know I could get any harder. "Let me finish my beer." Kaitlin left the room, and I turned my attention to my boner. "Nothing is going to happen. We were just friends before and that's all we are now." I muttered to my self. Then I noticed my leg. It was wet. Kaitlin must not have had panties on! Not only that, but I made her wet while she was on my lap! "Are you coming?" Kaitlin walked back into the room, this time wearing sweatpants. "Yeah, let me grab my pillow." I replied, trying to hide my disappointment in her change in outfit. That night, I slept much better than the night before. Being in bed with one of the prettiest girls I knew was amazing. I couldn't tell if it was because I was in bed with my best friend, or if it was just me being tired, but I was aware of everything that happened that night. I felt every movement Kaitlin made. Every accidental bump made me regain my erection. All I could imagine was Kaitlin naked next to me, her warmth pressing against me. Just the thought gave me a raging boner. ______________________________________________________________________________ The next morning I woke up to Kaitlin getting out of bed. I shifted deeper into the warm covers, as she lifted the blankets, letting a blast of cold air hit my feet. I watched as Kaitlin yawned and stretched, arching her back in the sexiest way possible. She left my line of sight, but the sound of water running told me she was getting into the shower. Soon, I was back asleep. I was woken up again to the smell of citrus shampoo. I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes to find Kaitlin sitting on the foot of the bed in a towel, stroking her wet hair. "Hey sleepy. How about you get your ass out of bed so I can change?" Throwing my pillow at her, I got out of bed, stumbling into the bathroom and closing the door. "Did last night really happen?" I asked my reflection in the mirror. 20 minutes later, we were both showered and in the kitchen eating a cereal breakfast. This time I had made sure to release the pent up energy from the night before. It barely took effort to relieve my already throbbing dick in the shower. Feeling slightly ashamed of myself, I found it hard to start up conversation over the breakfast. "So do you want to get some more groceries and booze?" Kaitlin asked, finally breaking the silence. "Yeah, it's supposed to rain for a few days, so today would be a good day to do it. We can ask if the store is hiring while we're there." I said, grabbing my car keys. "I'm going to go get the Jeep ready." Getting the Jeep's doors and top on was a relatively mindless task, and it allowed me to think of what had happened last night. Kaitlin had made the approach, not me. Not only that, but she was wet when she sat on me! How did we go from being good friends to something more so quickly? Was it us being lonely and lustful? Or did we truly care for each other more than we had realized? _____________________________________________________________________________________ "Wow, that's a lot of booze" Kaitlin commented, as we loaded up the conveyor belt at the store. "You never know when you're going to need it." I grinned playfully, glad our awkwardness from this morning was gone, as I handed the cashier my card. The cashier, an older, gray-haired woman smiled at me as she swiped the card. "Are you two a couple?" The cashier asked, looking at Kaitlin, then to me. "You two look so young and happy." I immediately froze, not knowing what to say, and looked at Kaitlin to gage her reaction. Kaitlin looked almost as off balance as I felt, "No," She stammered, "We're just close friends." The cashier seemed to realize she was overstepping her boundaries, and apologized. "I'm sorry, you two just looked right for each other and I assumed." "Thank you," I said, regaining my senses and grabbing our bags from the belt, "That's awfully kind of you to say." _____________________________________________________________________________________ The rest of the day was spent lounging around the house in awkward bouts of conversation. The rain made the day seem longer and slightly drearier, reflecting the mood of those in the house. Finally, I reverted back to an old method of fun that Kaitlin and I messed with as teenagers. "Kaitlin!" I called into the kitchen, "Wanna drink the night away?" I heard footsteps, and Kaitlin appeared in the doorway of the living room. "That'd be nice." She said, giving me a small smile. Later, lounging in the living room again, this time on separate couches, we sat drinking our favorite whiskey. "Scott?" Kaitlin asked. "Yeah?" "What are we?" My mouth immediately dried up, as I stared into my drink trying to think of the right words. Kaitlin spoke for me. "I liked what happened last night," she said, looking into her drink as well, "I felt more relaxed and safe than I ever have. No one has made me feel that way before." I looked up from my drink to find her staring at me. "Well," I said slowly, "You are probably one of the most beautiful people I have ever met. Why it took me this long to figure out, I have no clue." Kaitlin met my eyes with a playful look. Pushing her hair out of her face, she smiled. "Well, you're pretty good looking yourself. Inside and out." Having said that, Kaitlin got up from her sofa and sat on my lap again. This time, she was straddling me with her legs. She looked me in the eye with a fierce passion that I had never seen from someone before. Her lips were against mine, her tongue sliding between them. I was in heaven. I had been imagining this moment, and I kissed back just as fiercely. I moved my hands over her body, feeling her press her breasts against my chest. I felt her waist, her back, everywhere my hands could explore. Just Good Friends My cock was getting harder and harder, straining agonizingly against my pants. I began moving my hands towards her breasts, seeking out her bra and what it was holding. Kaitlin's kissing became stronger and fiercer, then stopped. Her shirt flashed by my eyes, and her bra quickly fell off her chest. I immediately moved my mouth lower, exploring the soft texture of her nipples with my tongue. Biting them with my teeth extracted the god damn sexiest moan I'd ever heard from a woman. I unwillingly pulled myself away from her, to soak in the view. "What's wrong?" Kaitlin asked, getting embarrassed. "You're gorgeous." I replied. And she was. Her nipples were a soft pink, blending into her tanned skin almost perfectly. Her boobs weren't the biggest, but they complimented her frame nicely. Now they were mine to play with. Kaitlin smiled, running her hands through my hair and pulling my head into her chest. I immediately took her nipple into my mouth and began sucking it, flicking it with my tongue. I gently dragged my teeth against her nipple, causing Kaitlin to buck her hips wildly on my boner. "I'm taking you to bed" I said. Lifting her in one swift movement, I carried Kaitlin to the bedroom and threw her onto the bed. Tearing off my T-shirt, I bent down, pushing Kaitlin back onto the bed, kissing her neck. I moaned as her hand reached down and grabbed my throbbing cock through my shorts. Kaitlin's hands tore at my shorts in her haste to get them off, and I obliged. I did the same to her, almost ripping off the button as I pulled her shorts off of her in one go, along with her underwear. Kaitlin was dripping wet, as I took a moment to admire her completely naked. "Please Scott," She moaned, "fuck me." I slid the tip of my throbbing cock between her lips, gently nudging her slit, to lubricate my dick with her wetness. She cried out as I passed over her slit, begging me to thrust into her. Kaitlin was incredibly tight, even though she was soaking wet. Feeling her tighten around me, shuddering as I thrust into her was pure ecstasy. I ravaged Kaitlin, fucking her much harder than I had meant to. She moaned in unison with the bed squeaking, as I thrust into her, harder and harder. I could feel her tighten, as she screamed in ecstasy, orgasming, the coming again. I was lost in her wet pussy, as it hugged my cock, tugging on me as I pulled out only to thrust back in. I came suddenly, letting loose a torrent of cum into my best friend's pussy. My orgasm was hard, shaking me, sending spasms all over my body, as I looked down at Kaitlin. She gazed up at me with a calm compassion. "That was – " "I know." I replied, kissing her one last time before lowering myself next to her, allowing her to curl up and spoon with me. I fell asleep to the familiar smell of citrus, my head buried in Kaitlin's hair, my arms wrapped around her body, holding her close. End part I Just Good Friends Debs opened the door to her flat and let Evie in. The two of them had been out for a drink and a rest after a hard weeks work. They were both Social workers and close friends. Their characters were as opposite as their looks. Debs was a quiet, almost introverted person. She kept herself to herself and rarely let her emotions loose. Everything about her was conservative in nature and appearance. She had light red hair cut very short to just below her cheekbones. She wore a small black pair of glasses that rested on a small nose. Behind the glasses, she had a pair of deep blue eyes that rarely looked someone straight in the eyes. Her face was round and plain looking, not helped by an almost total lack of make-up. She was wearing a velvety red baggy short-sleeved top and long flowing black skirt with a white zigzag pattern down the sides. Her clothes were designed to hide her lack of figure. She had small breasts, even with a push up bra they were nothing to look at. Her figure was very flat. Evie was bright and bubbly, the kind of person everyone wanted to know. Her face was very expressive and she used it to engage those she spoke to. She was always the life and soul of any group when they went out. Her looks aided her natural exuberance. She was almost the archetypal stunning blonde. Her hair came down to her shoulders, it was slightly styled for their girly night out. Her face was long and slender with pronounced features, but not overly so. She had light blue eyes and a straight nose below which she had full lips. Her make-up was expertly applied to accentuate her features. She had a body most women would die for. Firm breasts, that were not too small but not too big. A thin figure, without being shapeless. Long legs leading up to a nice shapely ass. Her tight white blouse and short dark blue skirt showed over her figure to perfection. The two women had become friends very quickly when Evie joined the unit. They themselves often joked about how different they were. But for some reason those differences seemed to make their friendship stronger. The evening out had been an example of this. It had been a spur of the moment call by Evie; she knew that Debs's week had been a hard one. One of her clients had been causing trouble all week. So that afternoon she talked Debs into coming out, after all it was Friday night they had the weekend to recover if they drank too much. Debs, reluctantly, had agreed. She had mentioned a quiet night at a local pub but Evie had other ideas. The blonde woman dragged her friend, almost kicking and screaming, into the town to a nightclub. Debs had been horrified at first, but soon relaxed and began to enjoy herself a little. By the time they headed back to Debs for a calming drink she had realised just how much she had needed the release. As Evie wandered into the lounge and sank onto the sofa, Debs headed into the kitchen and switched on the kettle. She looked over at Evie, who was sliding her stiletto shoes off and rubbing her feet. "Coffee?" Debs asked, Evie smiled and nodded. Debs prepared the coffee as the kettle boiled, then carried the two steaming cups into the lounge. She sank down on the sofa next to Evie and followed her example by removing her shoes. Both women gave a deep sigh of relief as they rubbed their throbbing feet. They looked at each other then laughed at themselves. "Good night out though." Evie said. Debs had to agree. "Thought I was going to be leaving by myself for a while. You seemed to be getting close to that guy." Debs said with a smile. "Nope, was not going to leave my best mate stranded. Anyhow wasn't there any one you were interested in." Evie replied. "Yes there were a couple, but they were all with their boyfriends. Kind of a clue I was not going to stand a chance." It was not a secret between the two that Debs was a lesbian. She shrugged as she spoke and Evie smiled understandingly. "Pity, you've not had a girlfriend for a while." "It's ok, I'm happy being alone. Not really looking at the moment." Debs sipped her coffee as she spoke. Evie nodded and picked her cup up. She took a bigger sip than she intended and the hot liquid burnt her lip. She gasped and pulled the cup away, it slipped from her hand and coffee spilt down her top. With a yell of pain, she jumped up. Debs reacted quickly almost throwing her cup onto the table and jumping up to help Evie take her drenched top off. "Ow, ow, ow." Evie hissed at the pain. Debs ran into the kitchen to grab a wet cloth as Evie threw her blouse to the floor and took off her bra, which was also wet. When Debs returned she began to dab at Evie's side where the coffee had spilled. "You going to be all right?" She asked and Evie nodded. "You sure?" "Yeah, I'll be fine. It wasn't that big a spill and we got the top off quickly." Evie reassured her. "But I think my best top is ruined." She added with a small smile. Debs smiled back relieved that she was fine. "I can get you a top. Might be a little baggier than you're used to though." "Thanks that would be nice. I can't go home with no top on." "Don't know; bet the taxi driver wouldn't mind." Debs joked, admitting to herself that Evie had a very nice pair of breasts. They were firm and even without the bra easily kept their shape. The nipples were small and surrounded by almost perfect circles of darker skin. Debs realised she was staring at them as she cleaned the last of the coffee from Evie's side. She forced her gaze away, not sure why she had been staring. It wasn't even as if she had never seen Evie with any clothes on before. The pair often showed off their new clothes to each other, though Evie's were always more flamboyant than Debs's clothes. For some reason Debs found her gaze sliding back to Evie's breasts. Again, she forced herself to look away. She gave Evie the cloth. "I'll go and get the top for you." She said and headed up to her room trying to get control of herself. "I'll come with you." Evie said dropping the cloth to the table and following, which was just what Debs did not want. She was trying hard not to think how it would feel to lick Evie's breasts. She could almost sense the feel of the nipples hardening on her tongue. When she turned round and found Evie stood behind her in her bedroom Debs gave a small startled gasp. "You scared me." She gasped. "Sorry, I did say I was following." Debs had been fighting her thought so hard she had not heard. "It's ok, I'm sure I've got something for you." She said turning to her wardrobe. Opening it, she looked at her tops. She doubted very much if Evie would have picked any of them. Then her eyes fell on a black top. It was one Evie had actually brought her. It was made of a shear silk like material that was very thin, almost see through. Debs had never worn it; too risqué for her, but it was perfect for now. She fished it out and handed it to Evie. "Hey I recognise this. I got you this for Christmas last year." Evie exclaimed. "I know but it's a bit more your style than mine so you might as well use it." Evie nodded and slid the top on. Debs had hoped the top would still her wild thoughts. Unfortunately, it did the opposite. The thin nature of the top showed just enough of Evie's breasts for Debs's mind to work overtime with. Debs closed her eyes and saw herself slowly opening the top to kiss Evie's breasts. She swallowed hard and opened her eyes. Evie was looking at her. "You all right, you look funny." "Nothing, just worried about the coffee. Sorry it ruined your blouse." Debs said to cover, Evie smiled. "It wasn't your fault. I took to big a gulp, did not let it cool first. It was my fault." She said and stepped forwards to give Debs a quick hug. Debs felt the nearness of her friend's body and there was a silent thrill at the touch that ran through her. This was crazy, Evie was definitely not gay Debs knew that. Yet feeling Evie's arms around her and her breasts brushing against her made things worse. She lifted her head to see straight into Evie's blue eyes. Debs wanted to sink into those eyes, and without even realising she was doing it lent forwards and kissed Evie softly on the lips. Debs was shocked by her actions, what was she doing? For half a second she felt Evie stiffen. Then, to Debs complete shock, Evie kissed her back. Evie was as shocked as Debs by the kiss. Her first thought was what is Debs doing? She knew that Evie was not a lesbian. Then, suddenly, she found herself kissing Debs back. Evie's mind whirled. Why was she kissing her back? She did not know. It seemed to be a mix of the closeness of their friendship, tied to the good time they had both had that night. The one thing she did know is that it had nothing to do with anything either of them had drunk. No matter how drunk they had ever been in the past, nothing like this had happened. Evie felt Debs tighten her arms around her. Her one hand slid up her back to her neck. The kiss grew in strength, their lips pushing against each other hard. Evie felt her friends tongue pushing gently against hers as Deb's fingers slid up onto her head. She opened her lips, not even thinking of not doing so. Debs's tongue slipped into her mouth, moving softly around probing inside her. She felt her friend's hands sliding over her back pulling her down into the kiss. She could feel the closeness of their bodies, her breasts pushing into Debs's body. They broke apart breathing hard. Each of them looked at the other neither able to understand why this was happening. Then suddenly they were kissing again, hard and passionately. Their tongues winding around each other, their lips crushed against each other. They pulled each other closer wanting to feel the others body next to theirs. Debs slipped one hand round to Evie's one breast softly squeezing it. Evie gave a gasp, a mix of pleasure and surprise. Debs's fingers gently massaged the firm flesh then she took the nipple between her fingers. She softly ran her fingers over the hard nipple making Evie breath deeply. She felt a thrill of pleasure run through her at the touch on her nipple. Debs took the whole breast in her hand squeezing it softly again. She moved her hands up to the top button of the blouse and began undoing it. Evie felt each button as it was slowly, lovingly undone. Then the blouse was slid open and Debs pulled back to look down at Evie's exposed breasts. Now she did not have to hide the desire she had felt. Evie could see her light blue eyes almost eating up the sight of her breasts. Unconsciously she pushed her chest out. Debs lent down and took one breast in her mouth holding it with one hand. She softly slipped her lips over the firm mound sucking gently on it, feeling its shape with her lips. Then she licked her tongue over the hard nipple and circled it. Evie hissed softly deep in her throat at the sensation. Debs sucked harder on the breast licking her tongue all over it. Then she moved to the other breast doing the same to that, kissing, sucking and licking. Evie gasped softly in pleasure. Debs moved up to kiss Evie's shoulder, then the side of her neck. Evie lent her head back as Debs kissed the base of her throat. She felt Debs's tongue lick up her throat and up to her mouth. They kissed hard again, Evie willingly opening her tongue to Debs. Neither woman understood what was happening. Both were acting totally out of normal character for themselves. Debs was never this pushy, even with her previous lovers. Evie had never thought of allowing any woman to do what she was letting Debs do to her now. Yet neither one even contemplated stopping, for some reason it felt so right at that moment. Evie reached down to the hem of Debs's top lifting it up. Debs pulled away and lifted her arms to help Evie remove her top. As the top slipped over her head, Evie saw that she was not wearing a bra. Debs rarely did, not thinking her breasts were big enough to bother. Evie looked at them; they were smaller than hers were but still had a round shape and had more pronounced nipples than her own. She wanted to kiss them, but sudden nerves stopped her. Debs lent forwards and kissed her neck again then moved down to lick and kiss her breasts. Evie hissed softly and arched her back slightly pushing her chest out towards Debs. The red head took the offering willingly, sucking and kissing each breasts as she held them in her hands. Evie slid her hands round Debs's neck gasping softly in pleasure. Evie suddenly pulled Debs up to kiss her hard then ran her hands up to squeeze Debs's breasts. They were the first breasts, apart from her own, she had ever held. She instantly noticed the differences in the way they felt. Her hands covered them and the nipples were harder against her palm than her own were, even when she was very aroused. She kissed Debs's neck and shoulder moving downward. Then kissed the base of her throat, before kissing between the two mounds of flesh she still covered in her hands. Then softly she moved her mouth over to one breasts and kissed it. She gently drew the hard nipple into her mouth and licked her tongue around it. Debs gave a deep moan of feeling at the sharp thrill of that touch. Evie sucked the whole breast into her mouth, licking her tongue all over it. Debs gasped and bit her bottom lips softly. Evie ran her tongue along Debs's chest to the other breast. She circled the hard nipple with the tip of her tongue, and then ran it over the nipple. Debs nearly jumped at the sharp sensation that cause. Evie felt her reaction and it sent a little shiver of satisfaction through her, that she had cause it in the more experienced woman. She slid her lips over the breast warming it with her breath and licking it all over. Debs gripped her shoulder gasping, suddenly feeling her body reacting strongly. There was a deep warmth between her legs and she found she was breathing hard. To control herself she pulled Evie up to kiss her hard then guided her down onto the bed. Debs sat up and reached down to the short skirt. She quickly undid the buckle and pulled the skirt down. Then she kissed Evie's neck again, moving lower to her breasts. She gave each one the same treatment of licking and sucking. Then she moved lower placing a kiss at roughly every inch. Evie felt her body reacting, her skin was alive. It rippled in anticipation of each kiss, and after the lips lifted away, it still held onto the warmth they had imparted. She breathed rapidly, nervous as Debs's kisses moved down her body. Debs hooked her fingers in Evie's panties and slid them down as she moved down her body. When she reached Evie's pelvis the blonde girl was completely naked. Debs sat up a little to look down on her friends exposed body. She had seen it several times before, but never like this as a lover. Now she could take in its beauty and innate sexuality. The figure before her was, it seemed, perfectly formed. The breasts just the right size, the stomach flat but not too flat. The legs were long and shapely. The form of her thighs seemed to draw your eyes into her soft mound of hair. Debs soaked in the picture of her as Evie lay on the bed breathing hard. The blonde woman anticipated what was too come, but had no real idea what to expect. She was no virgin; in fact, she had slept with a number of men in her twenty-four years of life. But this was different, while Evie knew what it felt like to have a man go down on her; she had no reference for what having a woman go down on her would be like. She had no way of knowing if it would be better or worse. The seconds Debs took to stare at her naked body seemed to stretch on and on. Then Debs lent down to kiss at her thigh. Evie gave a soft sigh. She felt Debs's mouth kissing down her thigh, her hands softly pushing her legs wider. Then her friend's lips brushed over her most private place. Evie held her breath as Debs softly kissed the outer lips. Then gently she parted them with her fingers and kissed deeper. Then pushed her tongue out to lick even deeper. Evie let her breath out in a soft moan at the feel of her tongue. Debs probed deeper pushing her face into the open lips in front of her. Evie felt her tongue licking deeper and deeper. Probing towards her inner place. Then it snaked inside her and Evie gasped. Debs licked her tongue into Evie's body tasting her for the first time. The first taste made her want more, she was sweet like sugar and Debs lapped up the flavour. She slid her tongue in as deep as it would go. Licking it around the inside of the soft warm hole. Evie hissed and moaned gently enjoying the sensations inside her. She could feel her juices flowing as her body rose up its path of pleasure. All it needed to go further was Debs to... Debs ran her tongue up to the small bud that was Evie's clitoris. She circled it with her tongue then ran the tip over it and back again. Evie gave a sharp gasp and dug her fingers into the bed. Debs began to lick at her with all the expertise she had. Her tongue flicked over and round the small bud making Evie gasp and moan in deep passion. Deb's, with perfect timing, slid two fingers into Evie's entrance just as Evie felt she needed that extra stimulus. Evie rocked and writhed under her friend's actions. It was so much better than a man. Even those men who she had been with for a while in the past were not this good. They never seemed to know when she needed them to move over a bit. Or if they were using just too much pressure or just too little. Evie had allowed many of her lovers to lick her like this but none had felt this good. Debs was using all her knowledge and skill on Evie. She had slept with her first lesbian lover at fifteen and there had been many lovers in the past ten years. The red head had learnt how to read the signals her lovers gave out. The twitch of muscle that showed where they wanted her to lick. The slight movement towards her if she was too soft or away if she was too hard. The change in breathing and the soft, almost undetectable, tensing as they headed towards their explosion of passion. Just enough signals for her to keep them on the edge. And she used all of this knowledge on Evie. She brought her to the edge of a rapturous explosion of sexual pleasure again and again, only to deliberately bring her away from it. Evie gasped and moaned as she felt her passion rise and fall. But never too much. Each time Deb's brought her down enough but not to far. So each rise was even better and stronger. Pleasure ran through her, ripples of emotion and passion that took away her senses. She was almost out of control, her whole being focused on the tongue and fingers working incessantly between her legs. She moaned, gasped and screamed in pleasure as Debs kept her on the plateau just before the peak, but never allowing her to tip over by accident. Debs was getting almost as much pleasure out of licking and fingering Evie as she was causing. She gasped softly and moaned gently. As she licked, she heard Evie's growing cried of passion and knew what effect she was having. The warmth between her legs was turning into a deep heat and she could feel herself dampening. The position she was in meant her breasts rubbed softly against the edge of the bed, her nipples sliding over the slightly rough surface. The sensation made her moan softly and she mouth words of meaningless passion as she licked all over Evie's bud of nerves. She could feel the wetness on her fingers and could not help but take a taste. She quickly ran her tongue down to lick deeply into Evie; the blonde girl gave a sharp gasp and nearly jolted upright. Debs tasted deeply, savouring the sweet sugar of her friend. Then she ran her tongue back up to her clitoris licking it hard. She could feel Evie's need and knew it was time to release her. She began working sliding her two fingers in and out hard as she focused on letting the pent up passion she had built in her friend go. Suddenly Evie plunged over the cliff. With a wild cry of pleasure, her whole body exploded. Her head rocking from side to side flinging her blonde hair wildly around. She clawed at the bed as she writhed in passion. Her back arched as Debs continued to lick at her adding even more to the power of the orgasm. Evie's breath came out in on long, deep, passionate sigh and her whole body shuddered at the power of her release. She arched up until only her shoulders and lower legs touch the bed. Then collapsed down gasping hard for breath with the release. Just Good Friends "Jesus! I've never had an orgasm like that before." She gasped between deep gulps of breath. "Glad I was good." Debs said, also breathing hard. "Good, you were fucking amazing. I'm almost afraid to try and follow that. There's no way I can be that good." Debs smiled. "You'd be surprise at how responsive you are with out even realising it." Evie looked at her, her eyes twinkling sharply. "Shall we find out?" Debs nodded in answer, suddenly unable to speak past the knot of passion in her throat. Evie pushed herself up off the bed and gently laid Debs down on it. She kissed her hard, pushing her tongue into her mouth and twirling it around hers. Debs felt her breathing shallow sharply her body all ready rising towards it peak. Evie kissed down her neck and chest until she reached her breasts. She hovered for a second as if choosing one breast. Then sharply she dropped her mouth over one and sucked hard on it. Her movements were strong and passionate; she had a sudden urge to give as much pleasure as she could to her friend. She licked her tongue rapidly over the hard nipple sucking on it as she did. Debs gasped feeling herself getting wetter and more passionate. Evie moved to the other breast and sucked hard on that one. Then she lifted her face up and softly licked her tongue around the nipple, allowing the edge of her tongue to run against the nipple as she did. She glanced up and saw Debs watching her, her eyes wide in passion. Evie slid her tongue across to the other nipple and licked around that before running her tongue in a soft figure out eight around both nipples. As she circled each one, she allowed her tongue to flick just against the nipple. Debs gasped softly and felt her body reacting. She pushed upwards trying to get more contact between her highly sensitive nipples and Evie's tongue. The blonde girl sensed this need and began to flick her tongue rapidly over the nipples moving from one to the other repeatedly. Then she pulled away and lent down to push Debs's skirt down. Debs lifted her hip to help her. Her panties soon followed and she lay naked in front of Evie at her mercy, and willingly so. Evie smiled as she looked down. She had never noticed Debs in a sexual way before, but now realised what had been hidden before. Debs was actually very sexy. She was small, almost waive like in appearance, with thin waist and small breasts. But her legs and face showed she was no girl. Her face was that of an experienced sexual woman, passion written all over it. And her legs were slender but shapely, with a form that made Evie want to softly touch and kiss them. Something she did, running her hands down one leg kissing the thigh as she did. She moved to the other leg sliding her fingers back down it, feeling the ripple and movement of the muscles beneath the skin. She lay the leg back down slightly apart from the other and slipped her head into the gap. Slowly she moved downward kissing each thigh and gently pushing them apart with each kiss. As she got lower she caught the scent wafting out for Debs and knew how turned on her friend was. For some reason this knowledge made her more excited. "God I want to taste you." She breathed softly then lowered her face down towards the soft mound of red hair. She pushed through it until she reached the lips. Breathing deeply she took in the aroma of Debs's arousal then lifted her fingers to open the lips and allow her to see inside. She looked down at the exposed flesh, seeing the small droplets of passion resting on the soft inner lips. Carefully she lowered her tongue down and licked, taking in her first ever taste of a woman. It was a deep, strong taste. One that made her want more. She licked harder, probing between the lips to get deeper. Then she felt them open and her tongue slid into Debs's warmth and wetness. Evie licked deeply, taking in the texture and taste. She had given numerous blowjobs in her past, but this was something new and exciting. She had the power that a blowjob gave her, but without the need for a long, hard cock pushing into her mouth. She realised the difference and licked deeply. Debs groaned softly knowing how aroused she was. Evie's tongue felt delicious inside her and each time it lick against her shivers of feeling ran through her. Evie ran her hands up to cup Debs's breasts her fingers rubbing over and around her nipples making her gasp louder. Debs bit her lip fighting hard to keep control. She did not want this to end too soon, but knew it was going to be hard to stop it. Evie licked inside her, twirling her tongue around as if trying to lick every part of her clean. Only each time she did it caused more and more juices to be released. Not that Evie or Debs minded, Evie loved the taste and Debs loved the sensations caused inside her. Then Evie ran her tongue up to flick softly over the mass of nerves held at the top of Deb's lips. The jolt of sensation caused Debs to jump slightly. She heard Evie giggle softly, and then the woman began to lick at her. She ran her tongue around the small, hard bud. Then flicked the tip back and forwards over it. Debs moaned softly reaching down and wrapping her fingers in Evie's hair. "Oh god yes, that's so good." She moaned. She could hear Evie making small sounds of pleasure as she licked her clitoris. Her fingers rubbed harder at Deb's breasts, kneaded them and rubbing the almost hypersensitive nipples firmly. Debs rocked her head from side to side gasping and moaning. Each sensation pushed her control to breaking point. But Evie felt this, she subtly back away. Still keeping Debs on the plateau of pleasure, she endeavoured to do to her red headed friend what she had done to her. Keep her on the edge, but not let her over it. Debs entwined her fingers in Evie's hair, gasping and moaning as her friend licked at her. "God you taste so good." Evie hissed running her tongue down to lick inside her once again. "I never knew a woman tasted like this." The blonde woman's voice was heavy with passion. Debs gasped softly. "Oh yes, lick in me. Oh taste me." She hissed. Evie pushed her tongue deep into her licking, flicking the tip of her tongue over the roof of her vagina. Debs gasped hard at the sensation. She looked down and saw Evie watching her. Her light blue eyes twinkled with passion and lust. The sight filled Debs with even more emotion. She pushed Evie's face down against her urging her to lick deeper. Evie did licking as far as her tongue could reach. Then she moved back up to her clitoris licking around it mercilessly. Debs moaned and gasped as Evie pressed the tip of her tongue against the bud licking it hard. She could hear the soft moans of pleasure coming from Evie and knew the blonde woman wanted to make her orgasm. "Oh cum, baby cum for me." She murmured as she licked. Her fingers were rubbing at Debs's nipples hard, her palms massaging the flesh of her breasts as she did. Debs groaned loudly loving the feel of letting Evie control her. "OH OH YES," she cried out. "Baby yes OH YES THAT"S IT." She urged feeling her control failing under the constant pressure of Evie's tongue and fingers. Then words failed and, with an inarticulate animal scream, she felt her control break. Passion, raw, uncontrollable passion exploded. She pulled herself up forcing Evie's face into her lips. Evie licked deeply inside her tasting her as she came. "OH GOD, OH YES EVIE YES." Debs squealed loudly and hoarsely as her passion swept through her. She felt Evie's hands holding her round her waist pulling her towards her face. Debs sank back gasping at the waves of feeling running through her. She rocked her pelvis pushing herself into Evie's face at the same time pulling Evie down onto her. Evie's tongue licked hard and deep inside her adding to the waves that were now overwhelming her. She lost control again as another orgasm followed the first almost beginning before the previous one had finished. Evie grabbed her breasts again as Debs arched back screaming out her passion in a wild voice she barely recognised as her own. It sounded like some animal in the throes of passion, which for a second Debs realised that was what she was. Evie continued to lick at her willingly burying her face in the offered pleasure. Tasting the almost torrent of juices that seemed to flow out of Debs. The taste was deeper, richer now. She did not know how long Debs had been cumming, and did not care. There was a wild excitement inside her. She had caused this to happen. Her actions had made her normally so controlled friend loose that control totally. Finally, Debs sank back gasping hard at the strength of her two orgasms. She pulled Evie up to kiss her hard, tasting herself on her friend's lips. It was something she liked to do after a lover had made her cum. Evie collapsed next to her gasping. "That was amazing; it felt so different to being with a guy." She whispered. "It was amazing for you, I had two orgasms one after the other. You made me cum twice." Evie gasped when she heard that. "NO!" Her eyes were wide with disbelief. "Yes," Debs said firmly. "Jesus!" Debs laughed at the shock, amazement and excitement caught in that one word. Evie's eyes glistened with passion and excitement. Debs kissed her hard her had reaching up to cup one breast. Evie opened her lips to her tongue letting it probe inside her mouth. She felt Debs's hand squeeze her breast hard then it slid down her stomach to between her legs. Her fingers began to rub firmly against her still alive clitoris. Evie gasped softly, than gave a sudden hiss as Debs lent down to suck hard on one breasts. Her fingers moved up and down rubbing insistently over her, sending electric jolts of pleasure through her. Without realising it, she followed suit. Her fingers running down to push between Deb's legs. Debs opened them slightly and Evie began to finger her firmly. Debs moved up to kiss her and they entwined their tongues. Each of them rubbed firmly at the other. Soon both felt their bodies reacting; the passion that had not yet subsided grew rapidly. They began to gasp hard kissing each other deeply and wildly. Evie lowered her mouth to suck on Debs's nipple drawing the hard nipple into her mouth and rubbing her lips over it. "Oh Evie," Debs hissed softly. Evie moved back up to kiss her hard pushing her tongue deep into her mouth. Debs pulled away kissing her neck and moving down to lick her tongue around Evie's nipples as she had done to Debs. Evie gasped and pushed her breast out. Debs took the offered breast and sucked on it hard licking her tongue all over it. She loved the feel of the breast in her mouth, its firmness. The soft texture of the skin and the hard feel of the nipple. "God oh god yes." Evie gasped feeling her body rising towards is peak. Debs moaned and gasped her name repeatedly as she too approached her plunge into passion. They kissed again crushing their lips against one another pushing their tongues into each other's mouths. Their fingers ran up and down sending waves of feeling through them. Evie went first the jolt so strong it made her jerk back. A second later Debs followed her into orgasmic passion. They clung to each other still rubbing as they gasped and groaned. Their fingers insistent, trying to extend the orgasm as long as they could. And they did, first Debs then Evie exploded again into orgasm as the first one sank away. Both unable to use words, only cries and gasps of passion managed to escape. They writhed together their hands seemingly clamped against the others wet, electric mound of flesh. Evie sank back her body rocking and jerking with the effect of her orgasm. Debs sank onto her; hands clamped onto her body. One between her leg, finger probing and rubbing hard. The other gripping her breast hard, pushing it into Evie's chest. Just as Evie felt herself beginning to gain control, Deb's fingers triggered her again into more wild passion. She writhed like a wild animal in a cage. Her head rocking from side to side violently, her hair flying as she did. She could not breath the power of this orgasm was so strong, she gasped for what little breath she could hold. Only to expel it as screams and squeals of passion that held no sense but whose meaning was clear. She arched wildly and her arms pushed out across the bed. Debs lay on top of her riding her body like a bronco rider on a wild horse. Her fingers rubbing continuously between Evie's legs. The blonde woman gasped and moaned with each wave of pleasure that coursed through her. Then, finally, she collapsed on the bed gasping hard for breath. Debs lay on top of her for a minute then rolled onto her back beside her. Evie rolled over to rest her head on Debs's shoulder her arm draped over her friends body. Debs pulled Evie close to her and they lay together for a few minutes simply catching their breath back. Finally, Evie looked up at Debs with a soft, satisfied smile. "That was fucking amazing." She said, Debs laughed softly. "Tell me about it." Debs replied. "I've never had sex like that before. It's been good with most guys, sometimes awful but never that great. Is it always like that?" Debs laughed again "Not always, often it's just great but I've never had awful sex before." Evie kissed her softly then lay her head back down. They hugged for a few minutes more, and then Debs felt the need to relieve herself. She softly disentangled herself and headed into the bathroom. When she returned Evie was still on the bed her head propped up on one arm. Debs stopped when she saw her; she still could not believe what had just happened. Evie was watching her. "What's up? She said after a second. Debs did not answer straight away; instead, she moved to sit on the bed next to Evie. "I'm not sure why that happened, but I'll understand if you want to forget it ever did and never talk about it again." She said softly. Evie tilted her head on one side and looked at her thinking. "I... Don't think I want to do that." She said, slowly and hesitantly. Debs's eyes widened in shock. "It was too good to be forgotten about. I'm not sure what happened, it could have been the drink but I doubt that." Debs nodded in agreement, both of them knew that what they had drunk that night had no bearing on the events. "It might be that neither of us have had sex in a while. Or because we're so close that, it just happened. But I do know I don't want to forget about it." Debs nodded again. "I'll never let it happen again." She said her voice barely a whisper. "And I hope it won't spoil our friendship." She looked up at Evie her eyes pleading. Evie smiled reassuringly. "Don't worry it won't do that ever. And if it was to happen again I..." She stopped for a second then continued. "I think I wouldn't mind, as long as it wasn't pushed on me." Debs looked shocked and thrilled at the same time. "I wouldn't, I'd never make any woman do anything they didn't want to." "I know you wouldn't, it's not in you." Evie smiled. She glanced over at the clock and saw it was very early in the morning. "Well I don't feel like catching a cab home now. It'll be too late to go to bed when I get back in." Debs pushed herself off the bed. "Ok shall I get some sheets for the sofa?" She asked looking towards the lounge. Evie shook her head. "No I think we can both fit in the bed, don't you." Debs nodded, her smile threatening to split her face in two. "But don't think I'm turning gay, it's only with you. I still prefer blokes." Evie said in a mock threatening tone. Debs laughed and moved to lie beside her on the bed. They kissed softly then held each other until they fell asleep. Just Good Friends Alex and Maria had been best friends since college. Maria had just transferred and was totally new to her surroundings. She had arrived slightly early for class to sit away from everyone until she felt more comfortable to mingle. As the class began to enter in dribs and drabs, Alex was the first to spot her, sitting in the far back and fidgeting nervously. He had a heart of gold and not wanting her to feel alienated, had confidently walked up and sat down next to her. His cheery disposition and magic smile instantly broke down her icy walls of reserve. From that day on the two had become inseparable, practically living in and out of each other's houses and lives. Both had been good students who went on to different universities but their friendship always remained solid. Alex had been there for Maria to share her happiness when she found love and there for to comfort her when it had come to a bitter end. She too had done the same. Maria had become like a sister to him. They never let anything get in the way of their friendship. Now aged 27, Maria had qualified to become a teacher, whereas Alex had gone straight into business. They both loved their jobs and were good at it. Alex had a habit of teasing her by insisting that one day some of her students were sure enough to come and work for him. Maria always replied that she would make sure they never did. They both were very dedicated to their jobs and didn't date as often as they wished. Although they both had been in relationships, which,for one reason or another, never lasted. Alex was too consumed with his aspirations to build a solid,lasting relationship, whereas Maria longed for stability; however it seemed that the few guys she had dated were more eager to make her just another notch on their bedposts. Since her first relationship six years ago, her body had become very sacred. She knew when she did find the right guy she'd give herself wholly in body, mind and soul. Sometimes they would suggest that the best solution would be to get together to save time and complication, but at the end it was always laughed off. However over the recent months Maria began to feel differently even though she knew Alex saw her as a sister. Not wanting to jeopardise her friendship with him she kept silent. Little did she know that Alex reciprocated her feelings. Yet he was unsure if he wanted to chance it. What if she rejected him? Maybe it was a chance he had to take. For his own sake as well as for hers. Alex knew that if he wanted to change his relationship with Maria words were not enough. He had to seduce her slowly, treating her how he would have if he were trying to catch a girl's attention and then ask out on a date. However he didn't want to make it too blatantly obvious in case it backfired. He tried to build up his courage since the beginning of the year and now it was early summer of 2004. One Saturday in mid-June Alex took Maria out for lunch to their favourite restaurant. Maria didn't suspect anything, but had decided to use this opportunity in the hope of Alex taking notice of her. As much as she loved him as a brother, not being blood related opened up different possibilities. When she opened the door Alex was pleasantly surprised to see Maria standing in a deep burgundy afternoon dress complemented with matching shoes and a handbag, whilst her dark brown hair with its hints of golden-red highlights fell in thick waves over her bare shoulders. The light make-up she wore, brought out her rich brown eyes and thick eyelashes. She was a vision. He couldn't remember the last time she had looked so delicious. "Like what you see?" she asked twirling for his approval. "You look wonderful" not taking his eyes off of her. "Thank you Alex. You look very nice yourself", she said blushing. He did look nice. One thing Maria had always admired about Alex was his good taste in clothes and dress sense. She couldn't tolerate guys who threw on the nearest item of clothing and considered themselves to be dressed. Offering his arm, she graciously accepted it and off they went. Though this wasn't a date, the restaurant was renowned for being chic, but the company was well worth making that extra bit of effort for. ********************************** At the restaurant Alex really couldn't take his eyes off of her and nor could the numerous number of men who seemed to be undressing and devouring her with their eyes. Many times Alex caught them looking and gave each and every one of them a stern look. Maria, herself on many occasions caught Alex staring at her intensely. She too had noticed the stares from the other men and how Alex had not liked it. As much as she felt flattered by his actions, it frightened her but in a good way. Dropping her off at her house, late that afternoon, Alex leaned forward to kiss her on the lips, but decided against it and kissed her cheek instead, stroking it like he did with his previous girlfriends. This was too soon even for him, and the last thing he wanted to do was to wreck his special bond with her. Safely back inside her house, Maria replayed the whole afternoon again and again in her mind. She didn't know why, but suddenly she felt flustered and very turned on. The dull throbbing between her legs, which seemed to intensify each second, left her little time to contemplate the reasons. All she could think of was to lie back in the private sanctuary of her bedroom and play with herself. She left the kitchen light on as usual and proceeded to climb up stairs heading straight for her room. Once inside her bedroom, she practically ripped off her clothes, leaving them in a pile, and jumped onto her dishevelled bed, spreading her thighs as wide as possible. She began with teasing her nipples, pulling and twisting them till they hurt--this had always been a major turn on when she masturbated. No sooner had she started when she could feel her juices flowing freely out of her pussy. She reached down to tease her slit. As she moved her hand away a string of clear wetness clung to her fingers. This drove her over the edge making her jamb two fingers inside her vagina, as hard and as fast as she could. She moaned in pain/pleasure. She kept this up till she was ready to climax only to pull out at the last minute. She loved driving herself to the edge of pleasure only to restart all over again. When she realised that her clit had been ignored for too long, she gently stroked it. God it was hard and very sensitive. Using her thumb's pad she kept working herself up to a maddening frenzy until her first orgasmic wave washed over her, hard. She now felt that she had worked herself up enough to have as many orgasms as her body could tolerate. She wouldn't be satisfied until she was totally spent. After thirty minutes, her hand, as well as her body, grew tired, but she knew she had one more left inside of her, all she had to do was to concentrate. Suddenly Alex's face came into her head and the way he had been looking at her all day long.... Rubbing her clit faster and pumping her fingers furiously, she moaned out his name as she came hard for the last time. Pulling out, she stayed in that position as she drifted off to sleep. Her last thoughts were of him and how his fingers would feel buried in her pussy instead? ********************************** Hours must've lapsed when she opened her eyes and looked up at the time; it was pushing onto 9pm. She'd been asleep for two hours! Just as her mind was beginning to take focus something caught her attention. Looking at her from the middle of her room was Alex. Shock and horror all mixed into one became visible on her sudden awakening face. How long had he been watching? "Er hi, I called, but when you didn't answer I came upstairs," he said breaking the silence. Maria quickly pulled the duvet over her naked body and sat up. "And you just decided to stay and watch?!" God she was so embarrassed to be caught at such a private moment by the guy she had used to get off with. To say Alex was just as equally shocked would have been an understatement. He had driven up to her house with the intention of cooking her dinner, but when he got in he found the kitchen light on but no sign of her. He had called her name three times as he climbed up the stairs to her room assuming she must've dozed off. On entering, he hadn't been prepared for the sight that beheld him, of her naked body, nor of her lewdly spread thighs. Knowing he should've left or at least covered her up, the sight had aroused him instead. He moved in closer, stood there and watched her chest rise and fall evenly with her breathing. She had a good pair of tits on her; full and tempting in fact they were larger than he thought. Then again he had never seen her in all her naked glory. Her skin was flawless. His eyes had travelled to her belly where her hips gently flared out giving her that feminine look. However his eyes just lingered on her mound. There was no sign of hair and he could clearly see the visible outline of her swollen pussy lips and the clit just peeking out from under its hood. She looked so wanton in her sleep. Now she was staring at him with anger and annoyance all mixed into one. Before turning to leave he mumbled something incoherent and walked out. He walked to his car and sat inside staring out to the window of her bedroom. That sight would forever be embedded in his mind; he couldn't get it out of his head. He felt lust and yet something deeper than he had ever had with his other relationships. From that moment he made the decision that he would pursue his feelings. Life was a risk however this was an option he wasn't planning on losing, it would kill him if he did. ********************************** Maria still couldn't believe Alex had walked in on her like that, and worse he hadn't left or at least attempted to cover her. Then again, she tried to empathise what would she have done had she found him in a compromising position? Either she would have laughed her head off or stood immobile staring at his penis. She pondered for a few seconds but deep down she knew that the latter was most probable. She got up and headed straight for the shower. Thinking of Alex's penis had started to heat her up again and she needed to cool off. She had noticed the embarrassment in his eyes when he attempted to apologise; yet there was something else in his expression. Love? Desire? She couldn't decipher, but whatever it was, she too felt the same in her heart. They had never fallen out before and she didn't want to use this incident to be an excuse, which is why she wanted to make the first move. She decided that in the morning she'd call him and meet didn't mean she wasn't a woman as well in his eyes. ********************************** The phone woke Alex up. It always seemed louder in the morning, an enigma he was never able to solve. Never the less he answered and was pleasantly shocked to hear Maria's sweet voice asking him to meet her for lunch at two in the park near her house. There was no mention of yesterday and he didn't see the point to raise it now or ever again. ********************************** Sure enough as Alex pulled up in her driveway, Maria was already standing at the gate with a basket wearing her flowery summer dress, flip-flops and sunglasses. She looked simple yet beautiful. Her hair flowed freely off her shoulders and her braless breasts stood high and proud. Instantly he remembered yesterday and had to hold back a groan before getting out of his car. Strolling casually towards her, he greeted her with his usual kiss before taking the basket from her as they strolled hand in hand off to the park. "Feeding of the five thousand?" Alex asked jokingly when he saw the spread she'd prepared. She had even made fresh fruit salad--his favourite. He loved her cooking and she always had new ideas that enticed his stomach, he was surprised he wasn't bursting at the seams. The one thing they both loved doing above everything else was to eat, and eat they did. Once every crumb had been devoured, they lay down and watched the clouds roll by deciding what shape/form each took. When Alex took a nap, Maria used the opportunity to read her weekly plan for her classes and when she tired, it was his turn to do some solitary reading. However his mind was focused elsewhere. His fingers itched to touch her as she lay there in total bliss. God knows he had tried, but that image never seemed to vanish. Finally he just gave up and looked down. She looked so peaceful yet tempting. Was she dreaming? He hoped he was in them. He reached out to move a strand of hair away from her face and tucked it behind her ear. Kissing her forehead he whispered quietly, "Can I keep you?" He held his breath but she didn't stir. Lying down next to her, he studied her expressive face as she slept. He continued to watch till his eyelids grew heavy and closed. ********************************** When Maria opened her eyes it was nearly dark. Alex had fallen asleep next to her, draping his arm across her waist in possessive manner. She gently shook him awake. The day had been so relaxing that neither had been aware of the time flying by. "Mm, hi" he said still sleepy. "It's late, we should head back", she said as she stood up and stretched her arms before beginning to pack everything away. She didn't realise that every time she bent forward the front of her dress would give him a glimpse of her mouth watering breasts, nor the little jiggle her ass gave as she swayed her hips whilst moving around. "Fruit salad" he suddenly said. "Huh?" looking up at him in confusion. "I want some more of your delicious fruit salad", giving her a cheeky grin. "Lets get going, then I'll give you what you crave", she replied unaware of the insinuation. Alex rolled his eyes. He knew she didn't realise the implications of her words, but he did. Laughing inwardly he got up and headed home with her. Maria went straight into the kitchen to wash her hands before starting to slice and dice the fruit. Alex sat opposite her. "What?" She asked, looking up smilingly when she caught him staring intensely at her. "Nothing" he sheepishly replied never taking his eyes off form her. "You're weird, but OK", and went back down to the fruit. "Maria?" he asked. "Hmm?" not looking up. "May I ask you a question?" nervously this time. "Go head," still not looking up. It was now or never. "Can I.... Can I stay the night?" What an idiot!! The perfect opportunity to open up his heart and that was all he could muster to say. She looked up and laughed. "Well of course you can. You know you don't need to ask". "Gee. Thanks", now he felt really stupid. "Here's your salad. I'm just going to get the bedding". As she left the kitchen her heart plummeted. ********************************** This wasn't the first time Alex had stayed the night, but it was the first time he felt awkward. He restlessly tossed and turned unable to find a comfortable position. Being aroused didn't help either. He desperately wanted to tell her his feelings. Just as he was mentally kicking himself for earlier, he heard a creak on stairs then soft footsteps heading towards the kitchen. He realised this was chance; it was either make or break. Maria too hadn't been able to sleep either and had decided to go into her kitchen for some water. Trying to be as quiet as possible, she opening her fridge to take out the water, poured herself a glass and gulped it down thirstily. She then walked over to the sink to place the glass down. As she turned around she was met with a warm solid chest. She nearly screamed until her eyes focused on who it was. How did she not hear him? "It's OK Maria, it's just me. I heard you coming down the stairs," he softly said. "You gave me a heart attack Alex. Anyway what are you doing, it's after one a.m., you should be fast asleep" she replied. "I couldn't, and it seems you couldn't either", he reached out and stroked her cheek. His touch was welcome. "We are a funny pair, come on lets get you back to sleep" she laughed. Maria led Alex back to the sofa and sat next to him. He was looking at her with puzzlement. "I thought you were going to tuck me in, you never mentioned about joining me" he jokingly said. Before she could answer he stopped her with his lips. Maria's eyes widened in surprise. She wasn't expecting a kiss. He pulled away after a couple of seconds and looked at her to decide whether she was upset with him. Seeing her impassive expression was enough. "Sorry, I don't know what came over me but I had to kiss you. I've wanted to do it for so long I thought I'd never have the chance" he meekly said. "What are you saying Alex?" her heart was thudding so loudly that for a moment she thought he could hear it too. "I want more than what we have. I don't see you as a sister. Instead I see you as a very attractive woman; a woman who has always been there for me. A woman who has loved and supported me. I guess what I'm trying to say, is that I'm in love with you". There, he finally said it. Whatever her reply at least she would know. "Oh my God. I never realised you felt the same", she thought she'd burst with joy. "You're right, we are a funny pair"; he leaned in for another kiss. This time she closed her eyes and savoured the moment their lips connected. This felt right; it was sweet and passionate. As their lips parted the look of love and desire was very clear n both of their eyes. Alex took her hands into his and looked deeply into her eyes. "Make love with me tonight. Make love with me every night". It wasn't cold nor were any windows open, but she couldn't stop shivering from the effect of his words on her. She didn't answer him with words, there wasn't any need to. She got up and he followed. She took his face in her hands and leaned in to place a soft kiss on his lips, then laced her fingers with his as she led him upstairs to her room. ********************************** The dim light from the moon coming through the windows set the perfect mood. Once inside Alex took Maria into his arms and kissed her with raw passion. His hands grabbed her buttocks and drew her in firmly against his body whilst her mouth opened up to his from the gentle coaxing pressure only to have his tongue slip inside and stroke hers. After what seemed like an eternity of tongues duelling, he pulled away and ran his hands down her body, moulding each curve with his hands. He reached down, pushed the thin fabric of her gown off her shoulders and ran his hands over her breasts, weighing the firm mounds and teasing the rosy pink tips until they tautened. He took one nipple into his mouth and swirled it around with his tongue before moving onto the next. He kept doing this for a while before stepping back and watching the wet trails he had left on her. His desire was now very evident in his tented pants. Maria blushed at the sight but inside swelled with pride knowing full well of the effect she had on him. She helped him slip off his t-shirt and then placed her fingers around his waistband and slowly slid his pants down his hips. He cock slapped his belly in the process and she blushed even more. Standing naked, their eyes roamed across each other's bodies. Alex gently picked Maria up and laid her across the bed, kneeling before her to gently part her soft thighs and gaze at her lush pink folds. He reached out to peel her pussy lips back and slip his middle finger into her hot spongy flesh. She was aroused, but he wanted to arouse her even more until she was on the brink of going crazy. She held her breath as he leaned forward to trace the length of her slit with the tip of his tongue then slid inside to swirl it around. Soon her juices began to flow and from her constant moaning he could tell she was enjoying his every touch. Just Good Friends He pushed his tongue out to move up at her neglected clit where he flicked it before taking it between his lips and sucking down hard. He relentlessly continued to use his talented tongue and the light grazing of his teeth against the pulsing nub to draw more moans from the pit of her belly. He drew her legs over his shoulders and she instinctively wrapped them around his neck and drew himself further into her, never wanting to end her sweet torture. But she was so close that it was hard to hold it off any longer. Alex sensed her orgasm was close and jabbed his tongue into her with sharp stabs before she arched her hips and bucked hard against his mouth as she came. He began to drink her essence whilst pushing his tongue deeper and deeper into her pussy for what seemed like an eternity before it began to recede. Once he pulled out, he moved back and bent his head down to devour her swollen breasts with his lips and tongue, before heading for those beckoning lips of her. She could taste herself on his lips. As they continued kissing he took her hand and guided it down to his throbbing dick, which jerked as she took hold of it. Using her finger she traced the head and smeared pre-cum across, dragging her nail lightly along the slit. He gasped at her bold touch. She pulled away from his mouth but her hand never left his cock. She pushed him back and moved down towards his pulsing member. Now it was her turn to return him the pleasure. She studied the large shaft with its throbbing veins visibly pulsing, it must've been at least 8 inches long but the girth impressed her more. Gently she ran her hand up and down his shaft using the leaking pre-cum as lubrication. She bent forward and circled the glans with the tip of her tongue before feathering it across with the lightest of kisses. The muscles in his back strained as she teased before she finally guided him into her hot, moist mouth. Maria experimentally alternated between licking, sucking, stroking and teasing his glans and balls. Hearing his desperate groans she finally settled into a steady rhythm. Gripping the base, she was able to suck on the head whilst pumping his shaft. His fingers reached down to lace into her hair and encourage her to take him in deeper. She knew she had to relax her throat and as she did, he slipped further in with ease. She continued this for a while before taking hr mouth off of him only to slide back down on him again. The constant bobbing of her head and low humming sent sharp vibrations of pleasure through the course of his body and before he knew it he felt his balls tighten and glans swell with the oncoming release he so desperately needed. She too felt him swell in her mouth before he released his hot, salty cum in pulsing waves. She swallowed eagerly, never missing a drop. She lay next to him and took his hand, guiding it her now dripping pussy. Her own ache had returned again, but this time with strength that overwhelmed her. She wasn't willing to wait any longer; she desperately wanted him inside her! She sat up to look at him from under her hooded eyes. Her gaze was enough to make the blood pump back into his cock and sure enough it began to stiffen. Pushing him back down again, she climbed up and straddled his hips. Swinging her leg over as she bent her knees, she spread her thighs as wide as she could. He could already feel her juices against her slit. She gently took hold of his throbbing dick as she began to steadily lower herself onto it. Once the head slid in, Alex closed his eyes and let out a deep groan, quickly followed by her's. She took her hand away and with slow deliberation slid down until he was buried to the hilt. Once fully impaled, she began to rock back and forth shuddering at the fullness she felt. Arching her back, she presented him with an enticing view of her breasts as they bounced and swayed with each movement. As he reached out and pinched his still hardened nipples, he was rewarded with a clenching squeeze around his cock. She picked up pace as she began to ride him faster and harder, grinding herself against his public bone making sure her clit rubbed against the coarse hair. Her parted lips and half closed eyes were enough to make him sit up and take a nipple into his mouth and suck hard on it. She squealed in surprise as her eyes flew open, but the pleasure was so intense that she was going delirious. She encouraged him, by presenting her other nipple, which he gratefully accepted. Years of little sex made her pussy extremely sensitive. For Alex it was perfect because she felt like a virgin; small and tight. Her movements intensified, as did the rubbing on her clit. Suddenly her back stiffened, her pussy squeezed and contracted hard around his cock to hold him deep inside of her as she came. She could swear she saw stars. She groaned in frustration when he gripped her hips to hold her still while he thrust even deeper inside her triggering off mini orgasms "Turn over" he whispered. Maria's eyes looked down into his with uncertainty. "Trust me baby, you'll enjoy it", encouraging her huskily. Maria did trust him and slowly she got off and turned over onto her belly. He bent his head down and begun to place soft kisses along her neck and shoulders, while his hand explored her soft curves. He kisses travelled further until they reached her buttocks, and then dragging his mouth down and along the back of her thighs. "Get on your hands and knees". As she did, he grabbed her waist whilst with his other hand he lined the plum head of his cock with her swollen pussy and entered her with a strong thrust. As he plunged deeper, she was rewarded with groan of pure pleasure from deep within his throat. Her breath got caught at the incredible feeling of the head bumping against her cervix. No sooner had he began moving in and out of her fiery depths when she began to raise her hips to push back to meet his eager thrusts. She just couldn't get enough of feeling his hard, shaft sawing in and out of her slick depths. His hand moved around and lightly traced down to dripping cunt to stimulate her clit again. She bucked with the pleasure. He paused momentarily then did it again with deliberation. Her responses drove him insane with the desire to satisfy her thoroughly. He continued to drive himself in and out of with an urgency that left her breathless. Plunging deeper and deeper into her depths encouraged her to push back against him, bringing him closer to the edge. The pleasure between her thighs intensified once again before another orgasm tore through her extracting a scream. Her orgasm triggered off his. Ramming himself into her as hard as he could before releasing his potent cum for the second time that night into her pulsing pussy. He stayed inside of her till his cock stopped jerking and slipped out on its own. Maria collapsed onto the bed with Alex closely behind. She couldn't remember the last time a guy had made her cum so completely like Alex had done tonight. As their breathing became shallow and even, Alex began to stroke her back. She felt his body nuzzle in closer to rest his head against her shoulder. His strong arms wrapped around her body protectively as she fell into an exhausted sleep in her lover's arms. Just Good Friends They had known each other for about seven years. She worked for a company providing support services to his firm, and they worked together regularly, and had often got together for a drink and a chat at various industry conferences. Indeed when she had started out completely new to the industry he had taken her under his wing and taught her something of the trade, and she had gone on to provide a first class service and become not just a good friend to him but also much liked by everyone else in the firm. Her task was much helped by her bubbly and rather flirty personality and good looks. This was readily helped by her five foot four well proportioned figure, blond hair and a ready smile. She was always battling with her weight and despite occasional forays to the gym this was not helped by two pregnancies and a job which left her in the car for far too long. It was a battle she had not lost and was helped by her generous breasts which somehow would have seen out of proportion on a slimmer figure. He has always quite fancied her and had once made a vague proposition at a conference when they were away from home and had both had a bit too much to drink, only to shown the limits. A liaison would threaten her job she had said, beside they were both happily married with families, and seemed content for things to stay that way, and anyway he thought that at pushing 50 he was probably seen as old by someone a decade younger. With rapidly thinning hair, a greying beard and more aches in the morning than there used to be, he was beginning to recognise that age was creeping up on him. Sure she had featured in his masturbatory fantasies when alone in a hotel room late at night or watching a porn film, not least because of the occasional glimpse of a tattoo on her lower back when she leant forward, something he had always found attractive, and the size of her breasts, as he had always been a breast man, but it was quite without expectation. They continued to flirt gently when they met if circumstances allowed it and had remained good friends and were likely to remain so. Midsummer saw him away from home at another trade convention where he was going to be busy for the inside of a week. She arrived two days later and they met for drink in the evening with a couple of his colleagues whom she had been entertaining. He had an early start and went up to his room early but couldn't sleep. After half an hour he gave up trying and lay gently playing with his prick while letting his imagination indulge in stripping her naked, and gently working them both up to climax. He had just ejaculated into a towel had a wash and got back into be when a chip announced the arrival of a text on his mobile. "R U up?" From her. Well five minutes ago I was he thought but not much chance of that now. It was 1am. He didn't answer. Five minutes later another text: "I guess you are asleep. I know I am drunk but I still know what I want and I want you" His eyes popped out on stalks as he read it. This sort of thing only happened in books, not to middle aged middle management. What did he want anyway? What were the implications of this for both of them? It could all get very complicated. Turning these things over in his mind he drifted off to sleep. He woke still confused, was it all just another fantasy? No, the text was still on his phone and that was real enough. This would have to be resolved one way or another but not just now. He had a meeting to run for the rest of the day and didn't have time to give it all much more thought. He finished the day with little time to spare before the conference dinner dance, and once there decided to enjoy himself, dancing with all the women he knew and several he didn't and generally letting his hair down while drinking more than he realised. The dance finished soon after midnight and along with everyone else he headed for the bar for a nightcap. She was already there and joined him in a drink before heading for the lift and bed. They entered the lift together and looked at each other as the doors closed and a second later they were locked together, arms round each other holding each other tight. "Fourth Floor" said the disembodied voice of the lift with its mid-Atlantic accent. They separated. It wouldn't take much to set tongues wagging and the hotel was full of convention delegates. He looked at her with eyebrows raised in question and she gave a slight nod of acknowledgement and followed him out of the lift and down the corridor into his room without encountering anyone else As the door to the room shut they faced each other in the dark and clutched each other again and their lips met, gently to start with and then with increasing passion. The tip of her tongue slipped out and met his as their hands gently explored each others backs. There was definitely more of her than the girls he remembered cuddling in years gone by before his marriage. He could feel her large breast pressing up against him. Fast or slow? He thought before setting on slow, hell at this age one wants more than a quickie. Age has many disadvantages when it comes to sex, but it does teach patience, besides it was a long time since he had kissed a girl like this and alcohol or not he was enjoying it. Lips eyes, cheek neck ears, the kiss seemed to last an age and was gradually building in intensity. God knows how long it was before they came up for air he certainly neither knew nor cared. She started on his top pulling it over his head, once off he started on her's and tried to follow with her bra. It was a long time since he had practiced the art of getting a girls bra off with one hand, but with a bit of a struggle and some giggling he prevailed. It fell on the floor and he caught his breath, she had the most glorious breasts, large and heavy but without any sag and a much better shape for being unfettered. Even in the dark he could make out large areolas surmounted by firm nipples from the street light filtering thought the window. He couldn't resist fondling them, and she gave a groan of passion and hung on to him tighter casing them both to loose their footing and fall sideways onto the bed still hanging on to each other with him on top. He pushed himself up to look at her but she pulled him back down again and he nuzzled her breasts before sucking hard on each nipple which she seemed to enjoy even more. She pushed him off and for a moment he thought she was having second thoughts, but it was only allow her to get her boots off and wiggle out of her trousers and knickers, he hurried to join her naked on the bed. He reached up and put on the reading light. He had to see what she looked like naked. He had fantasised about it often enough and if this was just going to be a one off at least he would have reality on which to base his fantasies not just imagination. She was glorious. Blond hair, blue eyes, breasts you could loose yourself in now flopping gently to the side without loosing their shape, a flat stomach with a neat belly button and a tattoo on each flank tapering down to a mons with sparse blond pubic hair below which the lips of vulva could be seen protruding between her firm thighs. Slim she was not but she was beautifully proportioned and looked as if she had stepped strait out of a Rubens painting. He set to work to enjoy her in all her glory, He had always felt that good sex was about touching feeling and licking as much as fucking, and she seemed to be enjoying his attentions as his hands wandered lightly over her body followed by his tongue and lips, breasts belly, belly button, mons all got their share of attention. As he worked lower she spread her thighs and he kissed the tops before lightly brushing the lips of her pussy with his tongue. She wriggled and pushed her pelvis up but he moved back up again to kiss her hard on the lips again. They were both getting very turned on, as he teased her again running his hand over what by now was becoming a very wet pussy and followed it up with a tongue lightly over her clitoris, she seemed to be becoming desperate, and as he moved back up to massage her breasts she slid her hand down between her legs and started to massage her own clitoris in rapid circular movements while he pulled harder on her nipples rolling them between his fingers which she seemed to enjoy. Her breathing became more and more laboured with little groans between breaths, while her fingers moved faster and faster as she worked herself up to a climax. She gave a gasp and went quiet, pulling him down on top of her, catching her breath. They lay there cuddling for a while she recovered. As he was to discover it didn't take her that long. While they kissed they talked quietly. Yes this was the first time for both that they had had sex with another since they were married, though she admitted to an encounter with another woman. The thought of this made his prick stiffen a bit harder, yes she had masturbated to orgasm that afternoon thinking about this encounter (did she really say three times or was that just his poor memory), yes he had done the same the previous evening, yes she had fancied him for ages and had planned this week. He felt half flattered half surprised, why should someone as attractive fancy him? Could it really be true? Where was she coming from? They gradually started to fondle each other as the conversation quietened and then began to focus on turning each other on again. He rolled her onto her font to inspect and kiss the tattoo across her back, its very presence making her seem even sexier (if that were possible). She rolled back and as he moved is tongue down her belly and across her pubis to find her clitoris and gently nibble on it, she grasped his prick and began to massage it gently before they shifted into a 69 position and began sucking each other gently. It was not the first time anyone had done this to him but it was rare enough to him begin to approach orgasm, and he wanted this to go on for longer. To distract her he slipped a finger up into her cunt, and began to move it around gently, it certainly seemed to work, she began to writhe her pelvis; he added another finger and pushed deep up inside her trying to find her G spot. He succeeded beyond his wildest dreams, as she began to buck and grind her groin against his hand in increasingly frantic movements. He moved to get a better angle and began thrusting in and out with gradually stepping up the tempo while she grabbed his prick and began to work it up and down in time with his thrusts. Faster and faster, both of them becoming increasingly vocal until at almost the same moment they came, he squirting all over her belly, while he felt her cunt contact around his fingers, and suddenly become even wetter than it had been before if that were possible. They gradually wound each other down with gentle movements, her hand remaining on his prick working out the last drops of spunk, his in her cunt enjoying the voluptuous sensation of its warm wet sanctuary and expressive walls. It seemed to fit perfectly with the voluptuousness of her body. As they became increasingly sensitive they reluctantly moved there hands away and lay in a glow of post orgasmic contentment, kissing gently and maximising contact between their bodies as they swapped the odd comment before gently drifting into a light doze for a few minutes. She wanted to feel his prick up inside her but neither had any condoms and she was not on the pill. Neither where going to risk that one!! Did they work each other up into another orgasm? The alcohol was beginning to cloud events. She sat up and looked at the clock on the TV. 0400, they had been making love for at least 3 hours; they both had work to do the next day. With an unnecessary warning not to give anything away to the other delegates she slipped out of bed, back into her clothes and up to her room. He had difficulty keeping his eyes open but fortunately had the presence of mind to set the alarm before slipping into a deep and dreamless sleep. He was awoken the next morning by the crescendo of a hotel radio alarm going off. Ug must have had more to drink the night before than he had thought, mouth like a parrot cage, head ache, nausea, he didn't remember drinking that much. Despite that he could still smile. Events of the previous night were still hazy but he could remember enough to know that they had both enjoyed themselves. Two paracetamol and a shower began to improve things. He skipped breakfast but managed a cup of tea and an orange juice. A steady morning's work followed, lubricated by 2 litres of mineral water and the inevitable frequent visits to the loo for a piss. By lunch time things were back to normal. A text said that she had woken up feeling almost as bad and had gone back to bed till midday. It was alright for some...... Late afternoon he was running a seminar when she appeared at the back of the room. He carried on without appearing to pay any particular attention though he remained intently aware of her presence and the sexuality she was exuding. Funny no one else seemed to be noticing it, but it was having a definite effect on his prick in his trousers. The seminar ended, they exchanged a few words and moved on after agreeing to go to a club later that evening with a large group of other delegates. It was a late finish and he barely had time to stop off for condoms on the way back to the hotel, shower and change before going down to the bar too meet up with the group going to the club. As he entered the room he saw her immediately standing at the other end of the bar flirting with a couple of chaps over a drink. He turned away to buy a drink and drifted off to talk with some friends, aware all the time of her position in the room without appearing ever to look at her. He was still not sure that she would not regret what had happened and call a halt to the whole thing but he hoped. She told him later that she felt exactly the same and had clocked him the moment he entered the bar. The group moved off to the club. They ended up sitting opposite each other across a table with her boss on one side and surrounded by friends and colleagues. Conversation between them was stilted. There was so much they wanted to say and talk about but none of it in company. The evening seemed to drag, neither wanted to drink much. They wanted to stay sober for later. The floor show ended, and they decided not to stay, managing to pick up a couple of others who also wanted to go back to the hotel so they were not seen departing together as a couple. Back at the hotel, a quick look in the bar and then the decision to "have an early night". Both of them got in the lift with her boss, floor buttons were pressed. The boss got out on the second floor and the doors closed again. "Your room or mine?" he asked. "Mine tonight" she replied, "It's nearer the lift so less chance of being seen and I did some shopping this afternoon". "So did I" he said. They grinned conspiratorially. The doors opened and shut at his floor without them getting out. "That should keep the boss happy" he thought. They were in her room a few seconds after getting out of the lift. It was not that late, and they could take their time. "Light on or off?" He asked. "Don't mind" she replied He put it on. He could not see nay point in ending up naked with a woman this gorgeous without being able to see and appreciate every bit of her body. Once again they started with a long kiss and cuddle, but they both knew where it was going to end up this time and it was not long before they had undressed each other and were lying on the bed. This time he started exploring round her neck and ears with his lips and tongue, raising a whole thigh full of goose bumps and some erotic groans, while she began to massage his prick gently before moving onto do her own exploring of his chest with her lips, nibbling on his nipples which produced reciprocal moans of appreciation. He moved his hand on down towards her clitoris toying with it for a while, while she arched her back in an attempt to increase the stimulation but he simply pulled his hand away to her apparent frustration. He slipped a finger into her by now sopping cunt, it slid in easily, so he added another and then a third, she arched her back again and stated to thrust against his fingers as the probed deeper inside her. He tried adding a fourth but it was too uncomfortable and they settled for three. He revelled in the warm wet cavern that was her cunt. It seemed to expand away from him in making room in every direction he probed, though the most sensitive spots were definitely the G spot at the front and rather less so at the back. With his spare hand he found her clitoris and started to massage that as well. She seemed to go berserk, crying and thrusting against h shads with increasing force and desperation until he felt her whole vaginal wall come down and envelope his fingers in a tight wet blanket as she orgasmed. It seemed to go on for an age, he kept thrusting. Unlike other lovers he had had in the past she seemed to want the stimulation to carry on. Her cunt relaxed only to contract again even more vigorously. Had she come again? He didn't know and it didn't seem the moment to ask. She was certainly enjoying herself and that was what mattered. So indeed was he, there were few things that turned him on as much as getting a woman turned on to the point where she let go and forgot to worry about what was proper or nice Good sex was what felt good, never mind propriety. They relaxed together kissing and talking quietly. He licked the taste of her cunt juices off his fingers, she liked the taste of her own cunt could she have some too. He was happy to oblige. She rolled on top of him and propped herself up on her forearms. He marvelled at the way her wonderful breast hung down. He fondled then gently to start with and then as she seemed to like it with more vigour. They were far too big to fit in one hand they needed at least two for proper handling and even then a third hand wound not have gone amiss. They made playmate of the month look undernourished. He rolled her onto her back and began to suck on her hard nipples, she started to squirm. He stopped, "was it OK?" "Go on go on" she said, her nipples seemed to have a hot line to her clitoris. He sucked harder and was rewarded but a small flow of fluid into his mouth which tasted bland but pleasant. He tried harder on the other side, same thing. He asked her if she had noticed this before, no she said. He tried again yes there was definitely something there and it not only tasted good but just getting it out seemed to provoke intense sensations in her. As he continued her hand crept down to her clit and she started masturbating herself increasingly franticly until she suddenly came with a long drawn out sigh. He went on sucking on her nipples for a little longer stopping every now and then to share with her the taste of fluid that continued to seep out. Was there no end to this amazing woman? Another pause and cuddle with endless kisses of a sort he thought had vanished when you stopped being a teenager. They discussed the future or if they had one. Both were fond of there spouses but both seemed to be able to elicit responses in each other that they had never experienced before. If they were discovered her job was also at risk as a matter of ethics. It wasn't it seemed just doctors that could not sleep with their clients. Lots of questions but no real answers. He ran his tongue over her belly, kissing her tattoos and her belly button before moving on down to nibble the lips of her vulva, spreading them to inspect her clitoris and lick it gently as her sensitively level fell. He rolled onto his back pulling her on top of him, lips hard against her clit sucking gently on it, the whole thing flowing into his mouth so he could nibble lightly on it with his tongue and lips. She responded by leaning forward and plying with his prick before taking it in her mouth and doing the most amazing things with the end of it. They sucked harder and harder building up and then suddenly relaxing again drawing out the pleasure. He wriggled his right hand out from under her thigh and felt for her cunt easing two fingers into it. Once again the sensation was incredible and from the way she moved enjoyable. He added a third finger and then a fourth, until his whole hand except his thumb was beep into her cunt. He had seen the odd porn movie where girls had taken a whole hand into her cunt and had always thought it more erotic than disgusting, but he had never in his wildest dreams thought that he would ever have a chance to try, let alone that not only would it feel far more exciting and erotic than he could ever imagine, but that the woman he was doing it to clearly thought so too and was responding with far more enthusiasm than any faked porn starlet. Just Good Friends It was too intense to last for both of them. The now familiar upheaval within her cunt as her whole abdomen seemed to descend to clutch at his fingers, while his mouth suddenly filled with a new fluid that poured out of her. He lapped it up, initially thinking it was urine but it was not salty so it could not be, this must be the fabled female ejaculation. He had thought that was a figment of the porn industries imagination too but obviously not. He kept thrusting with his hand and she erupted with either another orgasm or a continuation of the same one. He neither new nor cared, she had stopped sucking on his prick as she came but had grabbed it with her hand and it was only a matter of seconds before he erupted all over her breasts and belly. His took his hand out of her cunt swung round and their eyes met. He offered her his hand and she slowly liked his fingers clean of her moisture before they shared a long lingering kiss sharing the taste of her cunt and orgasm together in a slow and intensely erotic exchange of fluids. They were both tired. But were so fired up sleep was slow in coming. She climbed out of bed and got a 7up out of the minibar. "want some she asked" sitting on the side of the bed and opening it, giving him a view of her lovely body in profile, silhouetted against the glow of the street lights though the window whose curtains they had not bothered to draw. "No thanks" he said "It will rot my teeth". "I need the fluid and the energy" she replied. She finished her drink and snuggled down beside him. They eventually dozed off only for him to wake about an hour later. She was lying facing him. He nuzzled her breast and got a grunt of response. He moved down over her upper thigh heading for her feet, and once there started to very slowly lick her toes one by one, drawing them into his mouth like little penises, sucking on the ends and gently nibbling before moving on to the next one. She began to get goose bumps up her thigh and rolled onto her back spreading her legs apart as she did so to give his mouth better access to her toes and his hand to her pussy which he began to massage gently she found his penis and started to massage it gently in long slow strokes. He ran his tongue up her calf and then thigh and started nibbling at the lips of her pussy while she moved her head to take his prick into her mouth and started a long slow sucking back and forth. Their gentle oral manipulation of each other was slow sensual and unhurried. They were enjoying each others taste and the effect they were having on their partner as they gradually increased the tempo building it up step by step without ever seeming to rush. She suddenly gasped and shuddered, he was still some way of coming, but she couldn't wait any longer, her hips bucked as the now familiar taste of her orgasm flooded onto his tongue and cheeks. He turned to face her thinking that after so much activity she would have had enough, but she was far from finished. Grabbing his prick in one hand and working at it furiously, she used her other to build up to a second climax while he grabbed her breasts rolling a nipple in each hand between thumb and index finger and finding that this seemed to turn her on even more, pulled upward on them hard lifting her big breasts from their natural position and swing them round and round in time with her hands. She cried his name out loud as they both climaxed together, He shot a load out across he belly before collapsing into her arms both gasping for breath. "Oh god" she said as they breathing returned to nearer normal and their pulses started to slow, "no one has ever made me come like that before, you are an amazing lover". Good for the ego he thought but probably not altogether true, though he had never come across a lover like her before. He told her how amazing she was, and they lay chatting quietly in a post orgasmic glow, discussing their past, and future together, and the difficulties of having a relationship when both were married and working with people who knew them well in a small town where they would both be recognised. Perhaps naively neither wanted to hurt their partner or loose their job, though the very fact that they were spending a second night together risked both. May be it was the excitement of the illicit affaire when they were both in relationships that seemed to have stalled sexually, maybe it was more as they had both been attracted to one another from the start though it had taken seven years to get to this point. "The odd thing is" she said, speaking the thought they were both having aloud "is that I ought to feel guilty and don't. I think it is because I am having the best sex of my life and something this good can't be that wrong". She paused for a long while looked him in the eye and whispered "I love you". His heart did a flip of a sort that he hadn't experienced for a quarter of a century. Hell he didn't think that it could flip like that any more. Did he tell her he loved her too? It was probably true but he was still fond of his wife and this was just going too fast. "No you don't" he replied don't get love and lust confused, though as he said it he felt he might be betraying his real emotions which were very close to falling totally for this woman. "I want you inside me" she said. He though for a moment and then gave her a kiss and replied "No, let's save that up for next time. This has been so good it can't get any better and we need to have something to look forward too next time" They dozed silently occasionally surfacing long enough to nibble on each other or gently fondle which ever bit of anatomy they could reach, while the dawn gradually lightened the room. He glanced at the clock on the TV, he needed to move early enough that he wouldn't be seen by any early risers who knew him, but both of them could have laid there for hours. Sensing that it had to end soon she rolled him onto his back and snaked her way down his belly with her tongue nibbling as she went till she reached his limp prick. "I do like sucking your prick" she said as she worked on it coxing back to life with her mouth and tongue while gently playing with his balls. It didn't take much of this sort of treatment for him to stiffen up, where upon the laid her head on his belly and with a gentle slurping noise slowly worked him up into a state of ecstasy. She wasn't the fist girl to do this too him, but she was definitely the only one who seemed to be enjoying giving as much as he did receiving. The sensation was almost over whelming, he was well past the point of caring about anything but what she was doing to his prick and his mind, but over stimulated on top of two previous orgasms he just couldn't come. He rolled her onto her back and sitting astride her put his prick between her breasts which she used her arms to push up to enclose it as he tit fucked her, pushing up far enough every few strokes for the tip of his prick to reach her mouth where she sucked on the end before it moved back down again. He could feel the orgasm building up and up as he worked his way back and forth, finding the sight of her big breasts pushed together and her mouth at work incredibly exciting, until he could stand it no longer. With his prick pushed as far forward as it would go, she opened her mouth, and looked at him watching her as she licked the sensitive underside of his glans while he shot his load, most landing on her tongue, but some splattering onto her lips and cheek. The eroticism of the moment was intense, the image of the moment of his orgasm and her look of pleasure burning itself into his mind as one of those never to be forgotten moments in life. Shit, it was time to move. It was the last day of the conference and they were both heading home. Next time they saw each other it would be in company and they could be no more than acquaintances again. If either of them knew how hard that was going to be maybe they wouldn't have started. Just Good Friends? Do you ever get those moments when something so totally unexpected happens and turns your perceptions and beliefs about yourself completely on their head? I had a night that did that to me, last weekend, and I really need to talk about it, to get things straight. I do hope you'll listen. Firstly, a bit of background. Sally Ann and I have been married for almost ten years now. She's lovely. A bit straight laced perhaps, and lacking a little imagination in the bedroom area, but as we are both in our early forties, that's something that's not going to change. Sally Ann and I regularly spend evenings out with a couple we are good friends with... Terry, a guy I've known since I was 14, and his wife Wendy. I've known Wendy for years too, and in fact, I introduced the two of them. Wendy and I met at work, when she started with us as a temp... I was 25, she was 19. We hit it off, as great friends. I was always trying to make a move on her, as I fancied her rotten, but she didn't see me the same way. We went out as friends a few times, she'd met Terry and the three of us got on well. As you can imagine, I wasn't very happy when I returned from a family holiday and found the two of them had become lovers. Well, I wasn't surprised as there was a certain chemistry between them. I was angry at first, but I got over it and gave them my blessing. Well, that was 13 years ago, and as happy as I am with Sally Ann, I still have thoughts about Wendy. Who can blame me? She's in her mid thirties now, around 5'2. She has the most gorgeous black bobbed hair (think Uma Thurman in Pulp Fiction). She's a tiny little thing, a size 8. She once confided in me that she was a 32b. And for someone so petite, she has the most gorgeous long legs, and a generous bum too. She's always been a little flirty with me, even though we've had that little bit of history between us, but we've both taken it as a joke. Fortunately, so have Terry and Sally Ann. Well, last weekend, the plan was for the four of us to meet up for a meal and a drink. Terry had discovered a pub we hadn't visited before, so we were going there to see how things went. All was going according to plan. Sally Ann is a nurse, and she'd been scheduled for an early turn on Friday, until she got a call late Thursday evening asking her to do a night. I won't tell what she actually said as Sally Ann has a real filthy mouth on her when she loses her temper. She was looking forward to the evening out, and was not happy that it was taken over by work. I was all for ringing Terry and Wendy and cancelling completely, but Sally Ann talked me into going along. I felt guilty of course... me out enjoying myself, and Sally Ann slaving away on the ward, but I'd had a stressful week last week and badly needed to unwind. After a round of phone calls, I arranged to pick Wendy up from work at five the following day, and drop her back at her place. We were going to get a cab, and head for The Square and Compasses from there. A bit of a trek in a cab, but at least we could all have a drink. Ironically, Wendy still worked in for the same company she'd joined as a temp all those years back, while I'd moved on. I pulled into the road opposite the offices, and got out of the car to stretch my legs. As you know, it was a very hot day on Friday, well into the eighties. And there was Wendy. Wow! I've always loved the office girl look, all the way back to my experiences with my first lover, Eleanor, when I was in my teens. But Wendy looked stunning. She was wearing a cotton blouse, fitted around the waist, and a knee length skirt and heels. I couldn't take my eyes off those gorgeous legs as she crossed the road towards me. I don't know how I managed to resist caressing her bum as she stretched up to kiss me on the cheek. My hand gently rested in the small of her back, in gentlemanly fashion as I returned the kiss. We got in the car, and I drove off towards Wendy and Terry's place, exchanging small talk all the way. I hadn't seen Wendy for a few weeks, and there was a lot of gossip to catch up on. Pulling to at the traffic lights, I glanced down, and noticed that Wendy's skirt had ridden up her legs a little, and it was only the sound of some impatient horns from the cars behind me that let me know the lights were now on green. The cheeky little grin on Wendy's face let me know that she was fully aware what I'd been looking at. It was no secret that I still fancied her, and she loved to play up to that, and tease me. But as I said earlier, it was all done in a good spirit. Knowing it was all in fun didn't stop me getting the odd hard-on from her teasing and flirting and I'm sure she knew that too. Maybe it gave her a buzz knowing guys other than her husband still wanted her. Terry was at the house when we pulled in to the drive way, and any thoughts of flirting, or fantasies about a quickie were put to one side as we went inside, and through to the patio in the back garden. Terry had cracked open a bottle of a nice chilled Australian Chardonnay, which we all enjoyed. We all had the chance to freshen up, and I slipped into a change of clothes, chinos and white open necked shirt with a blue stripe. I was glad I'd brought the clothes along, I felt much cooler. Sally Ann loved the shirt and the chinos and I was only sorry she couldn't be there. I joined Terry in the garden again as we waited for Wendy. 'Come on' shouted Terry. 'The cab'll be here any minute!' But it was only a couple of minutes before we heard the tell tale click of Wendy's heels as she walked across the kitchen floor and out into the garden. For the second time that day, my jaw dropped when I saw her. Terry let out the obligatory wolf whistle. Wendy was wearing a beautiful, knee length summer dress in red, with a pair of low black sandals. The dress was strappy, and fitted just tight enough to show that she was braless. Her black hair looked stunning against the dress, and she was sure to turn a few heads when we were out. The first head she turned was the taxi drivers, and he was delighted when she sat in the front of the cab with him. I sat in the back with Terry, wondering whether she was giving the poor guy a similar view to the one I had earlier. Just so long as he kept his eyes on the road! Well, we reached the pub all safe and sound, and arranged with the driver for a pick up at around 11.15. I could almost sense him staring at Wendy's bum as we walked into the pub. I couldn't blame him, I was too! Sure enough, when we got inside, heads turned again, Wendy smiling and joking with us, and enjoying the attention she was getting. The evening passed quickly. The food was beautiful, much better even than the glowing recommendations had led us to believe. None of us drank much; it was too hot for that, though what I did drink had an effect on me, more so than normal. Wendy seemed a little tipsy too, and I'm not sure who was steadying who as we walked arm in arm out to the cab. The journey back to Terry's was uneventful, but I wobbled again as I got out of the cab. 'There's no way you are driving back tonight, mate' he ordered. 'Spare room for you. And that's an order.' He was right of course, I was in no state to get home, and I eagerly took them up on the offer. Seeing more of Wendy of course was an added attraction. Terry poured us a brandy each... he was obviously drunk too, that Hennessey XO didn't come out that often! I sat on the sofa, Terry opposite on the arm chair, with Wendy sat on the arm, draped over her husband. My cock throbbed just a little as I could just about see Wendy's nipples erect through her dress. Her foot trailed up and down Terry's leg as we chatted. It was pretty obvious what Wendy had in mind for Terry, so I finished off the cognac and headed for the bathroom, wishing them good night. After doing all the usual pre bedtime routine things, I headed for the spare room and undressed, laying the mobile phone on the bedside table. It was far too hot for pyjamas anyway, and even the boxers came off. Rather than get under the duvet, I lay on top of the bed. I reached for the phone and decided to send Sally Ann a text message. 'missing u baby. Wish u were here. Am so hard. Imagining u here nxt 2 me smelling ur hair, kissing ur neck. Stroking ur boobs, feelin ur hard nipples. Want u so badly.' I was hard too. As I pressed 'send' on the mobile, I began to stroke my hard cock. Thinking of Sally Ann was getting me hard of course, but naturally enough, I'd also been thinking of Wendy too. Thinking of her next to me in the car in the afternoon as her skirt rode up her thighs, and again in that beautiful red dress. I shut my eyes, remembering how her little breasts moved gently underneath that light material, and my hand began moving up and down, occasionally drawing my thumb and forefinger over my cock head. With my left hand, I cupped my balls, gently jiggling and stroking them... god they felt so full and heavy, and I really needed a good cum. My cock was beginning to produce a little pre-cum now, and I spread it over my cock head, enjoying the familiar sensations my hands were giving me. I don't know what made me stop. I don't remember hearing a noise, but I opened my eyes and looked up. There, standing at the end of the bed was Wendy. 'Oh my god! I'm so sorry' I stuttered. Wendy was wearing a very short, ivory coloured satin robe that just about covered her bum cheeks. It was clinging to her delicious body, and the seam of the robe as it passed between her boobs only served to emphasise them. The sexy shape of her tiny boobs, topped by what appeared to be rock hard nipples poking through the satin didn't help my situation. I sat bolt upright on the bed, hands covering my erection... a bigger and harder erection than I'd had for ages. OK, I'm not well endowed, but it's still not easy to hide my six inches when I'm in that state! I carried on trying to bluster my apologies, but Wendy raised a finger to her lips, signalling me to be quiet, which I did. To my amazement, she undid the belt of her robe, and let it slide over her arms and fall to the floor! I couldn't believe what I was seeing! I'd known Wendy well for 16 years, and I'd never before seen her naked. Never even seen her topless, even on the beach when we'd all been away together. Shy as she was, Sally Ann was always eager to get her boobs out when there was a chance of getting a decent tan, but Wendy was the opposite. But god, those breasts were incredible, even more beautiful than I'd ever dared imagine. And her nipples... I'd never seen anything like it... so hard and so long. They were just incredible. She walked in close to me, a steely, determined look on her face. Her hands moved to my chest, and she pushed me backwards, and in my surprise, I fell back on the bed. She straddled my thigh and reached down for my cock, running her long nails up and down my shaft, teasing the head. She grasped the shaft now, fingers tight around me as she began to stroke, and those fingers made a kind of rippling sensation as she moved up and down my cock. She moved now, kneeling on the floor and leaning over me. I moaned as I felt her tongue tracing a path down my shaft, and up again. She paused to lick my cock head before heading down. I gasped as she took one of my balls into her mouth, and gently sucked before releasing it, and doing the same with the other. She kissed her way up my cock then, before taking the head between her lips and began sucking on it. Cupping my balls in her hand, she moved down my shaft. I was looking into her big brown eyes as she continued downwards, until my entire length was inside her mouth, and I whimpered as I felt my glans hit the back of her throat. Wendy gagged slightly, but relaxed, and began to bob up and down. I relaxed completely, closed my eyes, and let Wendy go to work. For about 30 seconds or so, Wendy sucked on my shaft, eventually moving up so she had only the head in her mouth. As she greedily sucked, making delicious slurping sounds, she pumped on my cock with one hand. It was easily the best blow job I'd ever had. And then nothing. She stopped. I felt her hands gripping my thighs, and as her nails dug into my flesh, she let out a deep, throaty 'uuuuuuhhhhh!' 'What the fuck...?' I thought, and looked up. I could hardly believe my eyes. Terry was there, standing behind Wendy. The moan quite obviously came because Terry had slid his cock into Wendy as she bent over me, sucking me. I didn't know what to do. Wendy had the same slutty expression on her face as Terry put his hands on her hips and began pumping into her. She moved down my body, forcing my cock back against my belly. I was loving the feel of her hard nipples against my flesh, as she moved in on my nipples, sucking each one in turn. She was lying on top of me now, and Terry's thrusting was driving her against my cock. In a way, she was masturbating me with her entire body. Still looking me in the eye, biting her lip, and whimpering with each thrust. 'Fuck me hard' she yelled at Terry. 'No. Harder. That's it, fuck me. Ohhh god. That's good.' She looked at me again. 'You're loving this aren't you? Your friends fucking, and using you.' I nodded as Terry carried on with the pumping. 'Aren't you!' Wendy yelled, ordering me to answer. 'Yes Wendy, I love it' I breathed. 'Ohhhhhh!' It was Terry this time. The pace of his thrusting had increased, and it was obvious he was cumming. 'Bastard!' shouted Wendy. 'I'm not ready yet. Why couldn't you hold out longer? Shit.' Terry withdrew, and moved to the chair, and sat down. I could see his cock, still semi hard, glistening with a mixture of his cum, and Wendy's juices as he fell into the chair. He was caressing his shaft as though he was trying to get himself hard again. 'You couldn't get make me cum' breathed Wendy. 'Let's see if your friend can do your job for you.' She leaned upwards, and kissed me gently on the mouth as she straddled me. I thought she was going to sit on my cock and ride me as I felt her leaking pussy against my cock, but she carried on moving up. All the way until she was crouched over my face. Just above me, I could see her pussy. She'd shaved it. There was no hair around her lips at all, and they were swollen and red. She'd left the sexiest little tuft of hair on her mound. Those swollen lips were glistening with her juices after Terry had been fucking. Mixed with her juices, I could see Terry's cum beginning to leak out too. Wendy began to lower herself. Again I was shocked, and I turned my face, the idea of eating Terry's spunk from Wendy's pussy far from appealing. 'Oh, for heavens sake' hissed Wendy. 'You've been wanting me all evening, from the moment you met me from work. Don't think I haven't noticed you looking at me, lusting after me, wanting to fuck me. Well, if you're going to have me, you're going to have to do something for me first.' With that, she lowered herself onto my face, until that gorgeous wet pussy was against my mouth. For a few seconds nothing happened. If I'm honest, I was scared, but the scent of Wendy's juices, even mixed with Terry's cum got me going. And of course I'd wanted her. It wasn't just this evening that was getting to me, it was 16 years of unrequited lust, and I wasn't going to miss out on the chance of fucking Wendy. I ran my tongue along the length of Wendy's lips, and at first I could taste only her juices. I'd imagined myself going down on Wendy, even when I was eating Sally Ann, wondering how she would taste. And now I was tasting her, and she tasted amazing. As she began to grind her pussy against my face, I tasted something new. I gagged a little at first. It was Terry's cum. I'd tasted my own cum before. Even now, I'll happily lick my fingers clean after masturbating, but I had never ever imagined I'd ever get to taste another guys cum. It was unpleasant at first, not so much the taste, as it was similar to my own, but it was just the idea of what I was doing. Wendy was urging me on, yelling at me to eat her, to clean her. Did I imagine it, or did she just call me a slut? I didn't care as before long, I began to taste her juices again within the spunk, and as my tongue moved inside her, I could only taste her. After a while, the combination of my tongue, and Wendy grinding into my face caused her to start moaning. She wasn't particularly loud, but she was whimpering, and I could feel her trembling as she began to orgasm. A few heavy breaths, and 'oh god's' later, and she got off me. 'That was OK', she said as she sat on the bed next to me. Wendy lent over and kissed me on the mouth. 'Mmmmm' she said. 'I can taste Terry's cum in your mouth. I think you liked it, you dirty man. You loved eating my husbands cum from my cunt.' She was using that firm tone in her voice again, and I was on the back foot. 'Yes Wendy, I did like it' I mumbled. I thought I was saying it because it was what she wanted to hear, but as the words escaped my lips, I began to realise that yes, I did actually like it! My god! I actually enjoyed eating another man's spunk! Wendy reached behind her. 'Mmmm, still hard' she murmured as she began to stroke my cock. She moved down the bed, and straddled me again. Again, I could feel her pussy grinding against my cock, but this time she took my cock, and began to rub the head against her pussy. It still felt as if she was soaking there. After what seemed an eternity, she guided my cock head against her lips, and between them, into her opening. Ever so slowly, she moved down my shaft, me loving the feeling as I felt the hot wetness of her pussy as she eased down, until I was completely inside her. Wendy lent forward, her arms by my sides and her back arched. My hands on her hips as she began to ride me. Slowly at first, up until just the head was inside her, and then plunging down again. Oh god. I was inside Wendy. I'd wanted this for years, and it was worth the wait! She began to increase her movement, and was leaning low enough over me that her nipples were brushing my chest. I looked into her eyes, and all of a sudden the dirtiest expression crossed her face, and she climbed off me. 'Sit up' she ordered. I did as she said, and she grabbed my cock, and moved away. I had no choice but to follow her! Leading my by the cock, she walked me over to where Terry was sitting, still rubbing his hard-on. 'On your knees now, you dirty man' she barked, and I did what she said, falling to my knees between Terry's legs. He was still rubbing, but Wendy moved his hand away and replaced it with her own. With the other hand, she pushed my head, and moved it to within inches of Terry's shaft. Surely she wasn't going to... 'You know what I'm going to get you to do next don't you?' she asked. I nodded. 'If you do as you are told, you'll get the reward you want.' I just knelt there, staring at Terry's hard cock. It was a little longer than mine, and much thicker. Shaking, I reached for it with my hand, and touched it. I'd never touched another guy's cock before. I'd seen hard-on's before, a couple of times, once when I, and another friend of mine were masturbating together over a pile of old Whitehouse and Playbird magazines, and another time in my early twenties when I was involved in... well, I'll leave that story for another time! Those memories were forced out of my mind as I knelt there, staring at Terry's cock. The feel of it in my hand was familiar in a way, not unlike the feel of my own cock, but it felt bigger and heavier. Whilst my fingers circled my own shaft quite easily, they only just circled Terry's. His cock was totally different to mine, he was circumcised where I was uncut, and my cock has a slight kink where Terry's was dead straight. I could feel Wendy's eyes burning into the back of my head, and I began to stroke. It actually felt surprisingly nice in my hand as my hand moved up and down the shaft. Obviously, I'd never pleased another guy before, so I just tried to do what I liked myself, and stroked gently, sometimes allowing thumb and forefinger to brush his glans, the way I was doing to myself earlier. Before long, a little precum began to ooze, and I smeared it over his cock head. It seemed I was doing a reasonable job, as Terry moaned a little, and this encouraged me. Just Good Friends? Wendy's hand moved to the back of my head again, and pushed me forward, this time so that my lips hit Terry's cock head. Wendy knelt beside me, as if to get a good view and I moved in, licking the glans. After tasting Terry's cum earlier, I knew there was nothing to be frightened of, and I kissed his cock head. I actually liked the taste, and the feel of his precum on my lips. This time I moved further, opening my mouth as I moved down until his entire cock head was in my mouth. I wasn't sure what to do, but I sucked gently on it, positioning my mouth so that my tongue was under his shaft. I looked across to Wendy, as if for encouragement and she smiled at me. I moved down a little further, taking some of Terry's shaft in my mouth now, and reached for it with my hand. While sucking on the cock head, my hand was stroking his shaft, in time with the rhythm of my sucking. I felt Terry's hand on my head now, pushing me down just a little. 'I guess I must be doing something right', I thought to myself, as my hand and my mouth continued to work in unison. Much to my surprise, I was actually enjoying it... I never, ever imagined myself giving a blow job, but the feel of that cock in my mouth and against my tongue was rather pleasurable. Wendy's encouragement and Terry's occasional moans helped me too as I continued pumping away with my hand, and sucking. 'Oh god, I'm close to cumming' announced Terry. He pushed my head back, so that I was only wanking him now. I began to pump harder. 'Oh god, oh yes' moaned Terry, but I carried on stroking, until suddenly, he ejaculated, strongly, and heavily. I shut my eyes, and I could feel stream after stream of Terry's hot cum hitting my face. I could hear Wendy whooping with delight. I was loving the feel of the cum running over my face, down over my lips, and I opened my mouth, and licked my lips clean, as I opened my eyes. Wendy reached across, and wiped my face with her fingers, and sucked them clean, before doing the same again, but this time offering her finger to me. I sucked on them greedily. I couldn't believe it; I was loving it so much. Wendy kissed me, hungrily this time, our tongues entwined; tasting Terry's cum in each others mouths. She stood again, and moved over to the bed, and lay down, beckoning me to move over. In the excitement of going down on Terry, I'd almost forgotten my reward, but god, I was so hard still, and needed this badly. Wendy opened her legs wide, offering herself to me, and I moved in close. She reached for my cock, and guided me to her, rubbing my cock head against her hole. I guided myself inside her. She was so hot and wet, and I slid in easily, and was all the way inside her. Wendy moaned again, that same throaty moan I'd heard earlier when Terry entered her. I felt her legs gently wrap around my back as I leaned forward and kissed her. I pulled back now until just my cock head was inside her and then thrust inwards. Back and in again, and again, getting faster and harder all the time. Wendy whimpered at each thrust. This was amazing. Again, I'd fantasised about doing this, and again the reality surpassed my fantasy. I looked down at Wendy. It seemed that the strong, dominant persona had gone. I watched her face as I fucked her. She was biting her bottom lip, was wide eyed, and still whimpering. Her little breasts were moving in time with my thrusting, and I couldn't resist moving a hand across and teasing those amazing nipples of hers, so hard against my fingers. 'Oh yes!' She moaned! 'That's it; fuck me hard, I love it. Fuck me Alex, oh yessss' I began to thrust harder and Wendy's urgent moaning was getting to me and I felt as though I was close to cumming. It was clear we both were. My thrusting became harder and more deliberate as I neared my climax. Wendy pulled me down, and kissed me, and I felt her nails dig into my shoulders as she began to moan, as she had earlier, but this time louder. It was too much for me, and as I was really close, I sped up again, and began moaning myself. One. Final. Deep. Hard. Thrust. Ohhhhh.... Yesssss! 'Oh my god! Shit!' I yelled. I thought about withdrawing, but Wendy's legs were clamped tight around my back, and I let go, protection or not, and had the most intense cum I'd had since I could remember. I held Wendy close as we both climaxed together, both sweating, both breathing heavily as we relaxed. After a couple of minutes, Terry took Wendy by the hand, and she kissed me on the cheek and wished me goodnight. Almost instantly, I fell asleep. And it felt just a matter of seconds after, but I woke to a knock on the door, the clock reading 9.30. I managed to grunt an 'Uhhhh' and Wendy opened the door, sat next to me on the bed and put a mug of tea on the bedside table. Wendy was dressed, and as usual, looked amazing. She was wearing a pair of tight jeans, and a white cotton blouse, and I began to feel my cock stir again. She leant down, and kissed me on the cheek. 'What happened last night' she said, 'was a one off. It can't happen again. I took her hand. 'It's ok, I understand' I replied. 'It was wonderful though, all of it.' Wendy smiled again, and left me to drink my tea. Within a couple of hours I was home again, in my own bedroom, kissing a still sleeping Sally Ann on the forehead. What an amazing experience, and certainly not something I could share with my wife. Fucking Wendy was wonderful of course, but surprisingly, I found myself hoping that Terry's cock wasn't going to be the last one I got to play with. A few hours before, I found the thought repulsive but now... oh god, I was getting hard again, just thinking about it! Strange how these things happen I guess, but a whole new set of experiences are opening out for me, and I'm determined to enjoy it all! Just Good Friends When I posted my latest story I saw that I had never posted this one before. They have similar themes but this one is much older. I was challenged to write it without contractions, but it didn't look right so they went back in (mostly!). **************** I had known of her for a long time, we lived in the same area as children, went to the same schools, even played together at times. I am a few years older, so we never really became friends. My friends played with her friends. Our parents were acquaintances, but that was as far as it went. After I left school I don't think I saw her again until she came to work for the same company where I had been working for a few months. Even then we had little contact with one another except on company matters, as I had long got out of the habit of talking to the female staff as women to date after one particularly brusque brush-off. We both got promotion eventually, both becoming section heads. As it was a small company, about fifty or sixty employees altogether, sooner or later we all came to know each other's business. Break-time gossip was one of the high points of the day, so when Teresa's marriage began to break up within days we were all talking about it. In retrospect this may have been one of the things that might have contributed to her subsequent health problems. Unfortunately we all thought we could see that the pair were incompatible. He was a big man, used to getting his own way, not afraid to speak his mind, but inclined to drink perhaps one or two too many. She could be abrasive, moody, stubborn, and obstinate and a complete bitch at times. Theirs was not a perfect match, but once they had thought they loved each other. By now though they had stopped trying to make it work. It was still a shock though when she announced that he was leaving her and they were divorcing. We all admired her strength of purpose and determination to carry on as if nothing had changed. How little we knew. --- To this day I am not sure what it was that broke through Teresa's veneer and exposed her frailty to us all. Probably some chance remark by someone, maybe it all became too much for her. Anyway, during one coffee break she burst into tears and stumbled off. I heard a couple of people talking about it and wondered where she had gone. I thought she might need a friend and hoped I could be there for her. I found her sobbing in a darkened print room. Suddenly I was unsure about what to do. Whenever I'd offered to help before Teresa had politely but firmly turned me down. I quietly closed the door behind me and turned on the light. She looked up with tear-reddened eyes. I couldn't think what to say so I just offered her a tissue. She took it and dabbed at her face, smearing what was left of her mascara, murmuring her thanks. Inspiration suddenly struck me. I was taking a week's holiday soon. I planned to drive to some of my favourite places and then explore them on foot. Perhaps Teresa could come; she needed a break after all. I shuffled my feet and cleared my throat. "I'm going away next week on a sort of driving cum walking holiday, and I was wondering if you might like to come too? I'm sure most of the places I've got booked will have an extra room, and if not we could find some other solution." She glanced up, a mildly shocked look on her face. I ran the sentence back through my mind. "I didn't mean .." "I think I know what you meant." She said, a pale smile playing on her lips as she saw my discomfiture. "And it's a very kind invitation, but I don't think I should. After all the company needs me." "The company can get on fine without either of us for a week." "What about my leave entitlement? I used most of it up with.. Well, you know." "Take some sick days, or get compassionate leave, you deserve it you know." "I'm not sure I should." "Come on. It'll do you good to get away from here for a few days at least." She looked at me and asked in a little voice. "What will everyone think if we go away together?" "Does that really worry you?" "Not really, I thought it might worry you though." "I couldn't care less to be honest. Everyone knows we're friends, we'll leave it at that, just good friends. So are you on for this expedition or not?" She looked up at me through tearful eyes and came to a decision. "If I do come, I pay my own way and do half the driving." "Okay. Shake on it." I offered her my hand. She took it amusedly and shook it. An impish glint appeared in her brown eyes and she leaned forward and gave me a peck on the cheek and then left the room. I put my hand to my face, a little confused. I shrugged it off as a return to her normal high spirits, and followed her out. --- The journey down was a little strange. While Teresa was driving she was talkative, almost her old self, responding to my conversational sallies, but when I was behind the wheel and had to concentrate more on the road she became less communicative. It was as if she had too much on her mind. Around this point that I realised that possibly I may have taken on more than I could handle. Not being an expert in psychology or managing relationships, my whole life was testament to that, but I felt I should be able to help her as a friend. I was just hoping that I wasn't going to make things worse. We arrived at the inn where I had booked rooms and checked in. The rooms were not quite adjacent but were on the same landing. After a wash and change I went to see if Teresa was interested in going for a look around the village before the evening meal. She said she was tired and wanted to rest for a while. I shrugged and left her to it, not wanting to push her into anything yet. When I came back she was still in her room and seemed almost scared to come down for the meal, preferring to eat alone. Again I just shrugged and left her to it. I ate in the dining room but as I passed her room before turning in I paused. Through the door I could hear muffled sobs. Now it had become obvious I was going to have to be a little more cunning to gain her confidence, so before I fell asleep I spent a couple of hours devising a plan for the following days walk, hoping to try and find a way to get Teresa more involved in what was supposed to be a joint venture. The walk, as a walk, was beautiful. The sun shone, there was a gentle breeze blowing across the moor, and the scenery was stunning. On my own that would have been enough, but I wanted more now. I needed the view to inspire something in Teresa, something that would start her talking to me. I desperately wanted to help her, but I needed at least a hint about how I could achieve this. With all this in mind, when we got back to the inn I was disappointed. She had been appreciative of the panorama before her, but it hadn't stirred her. Teresa retired to her room and again took her meal alone. This was not going as I had hoped. I did not hold out much hope for improvement tomorrow either as we were going to visit a museum. I briefly considered changing our schedule, but as this museum is one of my favourite places, I decided to carry on for now. In any case a sudden change to our agreed programme might tip Teresa off about what I was up to. --- We booked out of the inn fairly early, intending to stop somewhere else that evening after visiting the museum. The journey took a couple of hours, mainly because we were not in any great hurry. Teresa drove most of the way, another attempt by me to get her talking. Once we were inside the building I forgot all of my plans and just started to talk. It was the first time I had been there with someone who had little knowledge of the subject of the museum. I suppose I was showing off unintentionally, but the sight of some of those exhibits and Teresa's innocent question as we entered the car park, ("What sort of museum is this?") set me off. For the next three or four hours I led her from room to room, pointing things out, explaining things, answering questions. My enthusiasm seemed to be catching, stimulating her interest almost in spite of her reserve. We also seemed to attract some followers, little groups trailing behind us. As I droned on they followed, trying to appear as if they were not listening. People tell me I can talk about this subject for a long time and I did. When we had covered the entire collection at least twice we retired to the café and ordered two teas and some sandwiches, and then sat down to talk. "I never thought I'd be that interested in a museum." Teresa said. "Well, I've never had someone listening to me with so much interest." I said. "I wasn't the only one." She said, indicating with a little nod a couple of our followers who were seated nearby. "I'm sorry about that. I got a little carried away, I have no idea what came over me." I grinned. We talked for a while before we left for the car, then again as we drove on to find our nights lodging, again an inn. After checking in, Teresa went upstairs for a shower while I fuelled the car before I did likewise. Coming down for dinner again I stopped outside Teresa's room and asked if she would care to accompany me. To my surprise she came right out, as if she was waiting for me. After the meal we went into the lounge, but it was quiet and a little boring. "I heard that they have a pool table here." Teresa suddenly said. "Do you fancy a game?" I agreed and we went off to find the table. When we found it some local lads were already using it. I was all set to give up on the idea but Teresa was not. "Play doubles when you've finished?" She asked. The lads looked at each other and then agreed. She turned to look at me. "Get some drinks in then." I shrugged and went to the bar. This was the start of an amazing evening. Teresa was the life of a small party. By closing time we knew the four local lads as if they were family. We talked all the time. They told us what it was like living in an area that relied on tourism, we told them what it was like living in an industrial area. By the end of the night we'd all become firm friends. I was playing a last game with the innkeeper's son, the other locals had left and Teresa had gone to bed. He asked me if she and I were "an item". I shook my head, almost sadly, and told him. "No. We're just good friends." He gave me a disbelieving look. "Honestly. She's been having a rough time of it lately so I thought a trip into the country might help." He still wasn't convinced, but he did tell me of a particularly spectacular beauty spot that might be worth a visit in the morning. --- The following day I awoke fairly early and had a quick look around the village before breakfast. It was fairly quiet, but the weather looked encouraging. After buying a paper I returned to the inn and found Teresa waiting for me in the dining room. She looked a little down again, but perked up when I told her the weather looked good for the days walk. After breakfast we donned our walking boots and set out. The sun was burning off the low-lying mist and the sky showed blue overhead. I tried a little bird identification, but was deliberately wide of the mark. Teresa corrected me straightaway, pointing out several differences between what the bird was and what I had identified it as. After a couple of ridiculous suggestions, she looked me straight in the eye and accused me of doing it on purpose. I shrugged my shoulders. "At least it got you interested again." She thumped me on the shoulder, and laughed. For the next two or three hours we walked and talked, pointing out birds and flowers, one or two unusual insects and the view in general. Off in the distance Teresa thought she saw a deer, but I was sceptical until it suddenly burst from cover and ran off in front of us. As the morning progressed I started to angle our route toward the viewpoint our host of the night before had suggested. If Teresa noticed the deviation she never mentioned it. We had been climbing for a while and just before noon we emerged from a wooded valley above the most beautiful looking little cove I had ever seen. It just stopped me in my tracks. Beside me I heard Teresa murmur 'It's beautiful'. Just beyond another small copse of trees below us, a deep blue sea lapped a beach of almost white sand. The cove itself was almost a complete circle, with just a narrow entrance. It was a truly exquisite place. I looked at Teresa. "Race you." She said, and was off. Laughing, I followed. She lost me in the trees, but I caught her up across the beach, and we hit the water almost simultaneously. "I win, I win." She cheered, just before she fell forward into the surf. I couldn't help laughing as she struggled to stand. I reached out a hand to haul her upright. "See how you like it." She cried, pulling me over. I splashed down beside her. We knelt in the waves and laughed like children. "Now how on earth are we going to get dry?" I said eventually. Teresa considered this for a moment and then replied. "Well, I am going to take off my blouse and slacks and hang them over those bushes." "But you'll be practically naked." I managed to stammer. "Not at all. I shall wear my cagoule." She looked at me. "And I will still have my underwear on." The mischievous gleam appeared in her eyes. "That won't bother you will it? After all you keep telling everyone that we're just good friends." I swallowed. "Yes, but I wouldn't want anyone to get the wrong idea." I was blushing and knew it. Teresa took pity on me, and disappeared behind the bushes. When she emerged again she was wearing her plastic raincoat and carried her outer clothes over her arm. As she arranged them in the sun to dry she looked over her shoulder at me. "Why are you still sitting in those wet things?" "Because, Miss-always-prepared, I didn't bring my mac with me." "Oh. Well at least take your shirt off." Grudgingly I did so, draping it over a bush near where her clothes were now drying. Our boots and socks followed. I was acutely aware of how little clothing she was wearing so I wondered off down the beach and began to poke about in the rock pools, something I had not done for a long time. After a while Teresa came over and crouched beside me, asking what I was doing. "Actually I'm trying desperately not to stare at you." I said. She laughed and pulled the cagoule around her tightly. "Better?" "Well, a bit." "Why did you bring me here?" She asked. I looked into her eyes and decided to go for broke. "I thought that under the right circumstances you might be able to confide in me, tell me what it is that is gnawing away at you inside. I might be able to help." She sat back on the rocks. Blown it, I thought. "If I tell you, it goes no further. I don't want it bandied around in your little gossip group." "You gossip as well." I protested. "You swear that it goes no further." She was close to tears, but obviously wanted to unburden herself. "I swear." I said, solemnly crossing my heart in the old playground symbol. "It was about a year ago." She began. --- It was all so simple, so stupid. Teresa's marriage was failing, but she didn't want to believe it. Her best friend from all the way back to school was a girl called Natalie, who tried to tell her what was happening. Teresa had accused her of trying to steal her husband. Natalie protested her innocence and Teresa had apologised almost straightaway, but the slur had been there. Now Teresa couldn't bring herself to ask her best friends advice, and she needed advice as the marriage crumbled. Natalie obviously held no grudge, as Teresa had declined an invitation to her own wedding. Months had now passed with barely a word exchanged between them. Teresa was afraid of what response she would get if she asked for advice again, Natalie, I presumed, was equally as bewildered as to what was happening, until they had arrived at the current impasse. At last I knew what was wrong, now I had to find some way to fix it. "You mean all this depression is because you haven't got anyone to confide in?" I said, incredulously as she finished her tale of woe. "It's not just that." She protested, but it was a feeble protest. "It's that everything all happened at once." "All right, I accept that. It just seems a bit childish." As I said it, I regretted it. Teresa turned away, and then stood up. "I can solve my own problems, however 'childish' they may seem to others." She stalked off to where her clothes were drying and picked them up, going behind the hedge to put them on. I went over and picked up my shirt. It was almost dry, so I put it on. My boots were still damp too but I pulled them on anyway. As I finished lacing them up, Teresa emerged from the bushes. She sat beside me to put her boots on. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to sound so horrible." I said. "I know you're only trying to help." She sighed. "But it's hard for me to ask anyone but Natalie or my mum for help." What she said gave me an idea, but I needed a phone. I stood up. "Come on." I said, offering her my hand. "Let's get back and get properly dry." She grasped my hand and I pulled, a little too hard. She bumped into me. "Sorry." I said. "Are you?" She said. I wondered that too. --- It took us nearly an hour to reach the inn. Teresa disappeared into her room again, but this time I was hoping for it. Down in reception I asked if there was a phone I could use. I knew where Teresa's mother lived, but not the phone number. A brief discussion with directory enquiries remedied that and I called the number I was given. After several rings Teresa's mum answered. "Mrs Shaw? This is Derek Smith. Yes, the man who's taken your daughter away on holiday. No, nothing has gone wrong. She is a little less depressed most of the time and quite cheerful occasionally. I just wanted to ask if you knew her best friend Natalie's phone number? Well, it seems that Teresa misses talking to her, but is scared to contact her. So I thought that if I could do that for her maybe it would be a start. You don't know but you can find out? That will be fine Mrs Shaw; I'll call back in an hour. Thank you." I went upstairs and had a shower. We had missed lunch, and dinner wasn't for a while, so Teresa would hopefully not be around while I was on the phone. I rang Mrs Shaw again. She had come up trumps, finding the number and telling me Natalie's married name. Now I just had to hope that Natalie was not holding a grudge. "Mrs Williams? My name is Derek Smith. I don't think you'll know me now. Actually, who I am is unimportant. I'm calling for a mutual friend, Teresa Shaw. Yes, she has reverted to her maiden name. The point is, are you willing to talk to her? From what she has told me, you have every right not to. I have spent nearly a week trying to find out what is depressing her, and apparently it is the fact that she upset you and now she feels that she can't talk to you anymore. I am afraid I don't understand why she feels this way; perhaps you do, as you have known her longer than most people. You'd love to talk to her again! That's wonderful news, if you hang on I'll get her to the phone." Just as I said this, Teresa came downstairs, talk about luck. I handed her the receiver. "Someone would like a word." I said, and walked away, leaving a puzzled looking Teresa speaking into the phone. "Hello, this is Teresa Shaw, to whom am I speaking?" It was a good twenty minutes or so later when Teresa came over to me in the lounge. "You swore to me." She began. "I said I wouldn't gossip. What I did can hardly be called gossiping." I smiled. "Did you have a nice talk? Unburden yourself a little?" She nodded. "Feel better for it?" Again she nodded. "Well you don't have to thank me, but you could at least speak to me." "I don't know as I should speak to you. You've been deceiving me all this time." Just Good Friends "What do you mean?" "I mean I thought you were just trying to get into my knickers or something." "I tried them on when you went out. They don't fit." She laughed. "You know what I mean. I'm sorry. That phone call alone must have cost a fortune." "It doesn't matter. You needed to be perked up, and I was able to do it. I'm sure your mum or your brother could have done the same." "But you did it, and I'm grateful." "Look, we're friends. And friends help friends, as you've just proved. So don't make me out to be a knight in shining armour, because I'm not. I admit the thought of 'getting into your knickers' had crossed my mind, especially this morning, but I'm not that kind of guy. I'm just a friend helping out a friend." "I think you're just being modest. You may not be in shining armour, but you are a knight." "If you say so. A knight in dirty armour then?" She giggled. "Are you hungry? Because dinner is about to begin. If madam is desirous, perhaps she would accompany me?" I held out my arm. She took it and we went to dinner. --- As I said, this was the start. Back at work we began to see more of each other. Usually we had our lunch breaks together, sometimes alone, sometimes with the 'gossip group'. Once I took her to the movies, but that was only because Natalie couldn't go. By now I realised that I was falling for Teresa, but I couldn't tell her, after all she was still getting over her failed marriage. I didn't want to say anything and provoke a reaction, positive or negative, that might ruin everything. I didn't want her on the rebound, and I didn't want her to feel indebted to me. But I did want her, and it was starting to hurt. About three months after our trip she came to lunch looking a little worried. I asked her what was wrong. "I'm beginning to think I can't keep up with the mortgage repayments." She sighed. "What you need is a lodger, someone who will help you meet the bills." I said, adding carelessly. "Like me." What I meant was, I was in rented accommodation, and my rent actually paid most of my landlady's bills. I did not mean to speak so plainly, but I think deep down I probably meant it the way it came out. Teresa looked straight at me. "When can you move in?" And that was that. I could not think of a single reason not to, without sounding silly. I could have said that being that close to her without being able to touch her would kill me, but I didn't. Within a week, I was renting her spare bedroom. Our circle of friends started to coincide, and our families re-acquainted themselves, but it was still difficult for me. At night, I often lay awake, thinking Teresa was in the next room, tormenting myself. I didn't tell anyone of my feelings, but as time wore on it became apparent that I wasn't very good at concealing what I felt. Our birthdays, although a few years apart, were in fact in the same month, Teresa's near the beginning, mine nearer the end. As her birthday approached Natalie and Teresa's brother came to me and asked if we could organise a surprise party, to finish the healing process. They would organise the venue, the food, the family and friends, and I would be responsible for inviting her workmates and for keeping her out of the way at crucial moments. I thought I did pretty well at this, but I must have done something to arouse her suspicions, as she began to ask questions that I could not answer. Then she went to Natalie, who was unable to say anything either. Things were falling apart. And then everything happened at once. --- Teresa was having a day off, so I was taking advantage of the fact to chase up some of the unconfirmed invitees during lunchtime. I was leant over the desk of Teresa's assistant, a fairly pretty blonde girl, verifying her acceptance. "So I'll see you Friday night then." She nodded. I stood up and turned around. Teresa was standing there, my lunch in her hand. She had a look like thunder. "Hello, I wasn't expecting to see you today." I said, wondering how much she'd heard. "Obviously." She spat out the word, then turned on her heels, flung my intended lunch to the floor and stormed out, slamming the door behind her. I leapt after her, reaching the lift doors just as they closed behind her. I headed for the stairs, knowing that I would be too late. I was right; Teresa's car sped out of the car park as I breathlessly stumbled to a halt. As I gasped for breath, my mind raced with possibilities. She was angry with me, about what I could not be sure, but I needed to find her quickly. I phoned around, trying to find where she had gone. Her mother first, then her brother, finally her best friend, Natalie. She hadn't been to any of them. I started to panic, but Natalie calmed me down. "I think I know where to find her, but I am curious as to why you're so worried." "I just cannot bear it to be me that upsets her." "Rubbish. You're in love and you know it." I was stunned. Like I said, I'd thought that I'd kept that hidden. Quietly I asked. "Is it that easy to tell? Is it that obvious?" "In your case, yes. Standing around just watching her, moping around on your own, worrying when she's out late, a hopeless case." I was crestfallen. "Does Teresa know?" "Teresa is entirely unaware of your feelings, which is a pity." "What do you mean, a pity?" "Why do you think she's run off when she caught you talking to some blonde, apparently making a date on her special day?" A glimmer of a suspicion began to flicker. "Oh." "Oh indeed." "Why didn't anybody say something?" "Would either of you have listened to us? Why do you think we organised this party? It was to try and get the two of you to see what everyone else could." I was shocked. I had never thought that Teresa might feel the same way about me as I did about her. I shook myself, and stared at the phone. "You said you might know where she had gone. Where Natalie? I have to find her now. I have to tell her the truth. Please tell me where she is." "There's a little spot down by the river. It's very quiet and secluded; we used to go fishing there with Mr Shaw. Well, he fished, we paddled." "Surely that made fishing difficult?" I asked, curious in spite of my hurry. "It was more an excuse for a picnic by the river. Look, that's not important, do you want to know where the spot is or not?" "Tell me." --- It was the right place. I found Teresa's car parked in a gateway near to the spot. I left my car behind hers and followed the path to the river. Teresa was sat with her back to a tree, her head on her knees, crying. I sat beside her. "Go away. I never want to see you." She mumbled. "Then you will never find out that I love you." She lifted her head, tears still running down her face. "I don't believe you. And you have a funny way of showing it. I mean, my own assistant." "You have no idea how wrong you are. I was just inviting her to the party on Friday. Please, you have to believe me." "What party? I don't know about any party." "How could it be a surprise party if you knew about it?" "I still don't believe you." "Phone your mother, or Natalie. Either of them will tell you about the party." I pulled out my mobile phone. "Please, I cannot bear the thought of losing you. You must believe me." Desperation was creeping into my voice. I held her hand. She pulled it away. "Go away while I phone Natalie." I handed her my mobile and walked away from her, down the riverbank. A few minutes later Teresa came up behind me and put her hand in mine. I turned round to face her. She had her head bowed. "I believe you." She whispered. "About the party?" "Yes." She raised her tear-streaked face and looked me in the eyes. " And I'm sorry." "For what?" "I should have told you how I feel." "So should I." I pulled her to me and held her in my arms. "Let's make up for it now. Teresa, I love you with all my heart. Forgive me for any hurt that I have caused by not saying that before." She kissed me gently. "Of course I forgive you, but only on the understanding you do the same for me for the same reason." I kissed her full on the lips, a long deep kiss with more than a years worth of passion. Then I kissed away her tears. "I forgive you with all my heart." We began to walk back to the cars, our arms around each other. I looked into her eyes and a thought struck me. "You know this will mean a few changes. We won't be able to say it any more." "Say what?" "That we're Just Good Friends." Just Good Friends I suppose it is the nature of hot sunny weather to inflame the libido of both men and women, whether or not that is the case there were certainly some inflamed libidos on that day when several of us sat in Pete and Hannah's flat, hardly moving and perspiring gently. As with many occasions in the past we remember the memorable parts, the lead up to those memorable parts sinks into the mire of lost memories. Which is a high faluting way of saying I have no memory of what lead up to us sitting around doing nothing, us being Pete and Hannah, as already mentioned and Mandy, my other half, and myself. Fill the next however long with soft sighs, muttered words and occasional slurps of wine. Until that is, Hannah declares that she is much too hot and would be a lot cooler without cloths. Well go on then mumbles Pete, take them off then. There follows a long silence broken only by the palpable tension coming off Hannah who finally says that she would be a bit shy sitting there with no clothes on surrounded by dressed people. Eventually Mandy stands up and hesitantly unfastens her skirt and staring intently at faces looking for a bad reaction slowly lowers it down over her hips. There is a deathly hush in the room as she stands there slightly bent forward holding the top of her skirt round her knees. Her face the colour of a beetroot, shy, after all she is only about 18 years old. I break the tension by quickly whipping my tee shirt off and with that gesture both Pete and Hannah start to undress until all four of us are naked as the day we were born and all sitting in as modest poses as we can manage while all looking slightly embarrassed and not speaking. Hannah breaks the impasse, sighing, she leans back spreading her arms across the back of the sofa, parting her legs slightly and wriggling down in her seat. With that, Mandy who is sitting on the floor with her knees up to her chest relaxes and stretches out on the floor while Pete and I unhuddle our selves and cease trying to hide those very obvious erections. Hannah doesn't seem to be able to keep her eyes off my hard on, I can almost feel her eyes boring into it. Mandy comes across and sits on my lap whispering in my ear that it's her dick and she won't have anybody else looking at it, half laughing, half serious. Ah get off I tell her, you're much too hot and so saying I tip her to the floor and stand up. Hey Hannah, I say walking across the room, you want to have a look do you, and stand there with my legs inches from her knees. Her eyes are like saucers as she stares at me and slowly her hand reaches out to grasp Pete's tool which is as engorged as mine. I can see from her eyes that though it is Pete's tool that she has in her hand, in her mind it is mine. The thought of that makes my erection so hard that it is almost vertical, almost touching my stomach and getting very wet. Although Mandy seems happy with the nudity, she doesn't seem so happy with Hannah's blatant arousal at the sight of me so she comes and stands in front of me with her back pressed to me. Wrong move! I'm almost coming with her proximity and with my arms round her, stroking her belly and her tits I can tell she's not too far off either. Mandy is obviously happy with people looking at her body but just as obviously not happy about people watching what she has in mind for next. Shyly she asks Pete and Mandy if they mind if we use their bedroom and when they nod their approval she almost runs into it dragging me along. Almost before we are out of the door Pete has Hannah bent over the back of the sofa and is about to enter her. Quickly we throw all the covers to the floor and then mock wrestle until I let her win and I'm lying on my back. Next thing I know she's squatting over my face, looking toward my feet and grasping my cock in her tiny hand. She's a bit out of reach, not sitting on my face, but by craning my neck I can get my mouth to the parts that count. And so it continues, her giving long slow strokes to my shaft, closely followed by not so tight but rapid strokes, so light that I can barely feel her. Me flicking her clit with my tongue and tasting the faint taste (almost an aroma rather than a taste) of piss on her otherwise moist but almost tasteless bits. As she works me toward my climax her hand wanders to her clitoris and we come almost in time with each other, each spurred on by the others crisis. She lies down on my belly, head still toward my feet then jumps and laughs as she realises that come is dripping off the ceiling and landing on her back. She teases me that I will have to repaint the ceiling, only in a more conventional fashion, then she moves to sit cross legged on the bed beside me where we idly chat in a post sex sort of manner and gently play with each other, me stroking her little breasts and her twirling my now flaccid and shrivelled cock with her finger while laughing that she bet Hannah would not be so impressed with that tiny thing. There is a tap on the door and it opens slightly, enough for Hannah to enquire if we are done and can she come in and get some clean cloths as she has just had a bath and doesn't fancy putting her other clothes back on. We told her OK and she came in, totally naked to see Mandy and I in the same condition spread out across her bed. With a sly smile she turned her back and started sorting through drawers. Hannah was nearly as tall as me and I was near on six feet, with long curly red hair she wasn't conventionally beautiful but she was stunning, especially naked! Probably the best way of describing her was "statuesque". A sort of white Grace Jones. With her back still toward us she pulled on a long tee shirt, modest enough for anybody standing and looking at her but from where I was looking all it did was draw attention to her pubes. "Decent" she turned round clutching a pair of panties in her hand and wandered over to the bed to talk to us. We chatted about this and that, probably a few innuendoes thrown around but I was aware that her eyes were fixed on my poor withered todger whichever one of us she was talking to. Gradually, my poor withered little todger began to enjoy the attention and slowly began to grow again, not huge and hard, but definitely no longer to be described as tiny, or poor. Gradually Mandy became aware of what was causing Hannah's eyes to grow bigger and her tongue to work at her lips. With a grin Mandy decided to spoil Hannah's fun and grasped my shaft, first in one hand but then realising that still left plenty for Hannah to look at, both. When my rapidly hardening cock refused to be hidden by her hands she looked thoughtful for a minute but then swung her leg across me so that she was straddling me and hiding my penis. Only not quite, she realised that Hannah could still see the tip poking out from between her thighs so she slid forward to cover this, but then realised as Hannah moved her head to look behind her that she could now see the base. There followed a few mad giggly moments as Mandy slid backwards and forward on my cock trying to hide it from Hannah and having the side effect of making me good and hard again. Frustrated at first, Mandy sat there with a quizzical look on her face but then her face lit up as she realised what she had to do and did it! Lifting her body slightly she moved forward until she felt the tip of my cock against her labia then rising herself up until I was lined up with her hole and slipping her hand between her legs to hold herself open, drove firmly down on to my cock until she was again sitting on me with me hidden completely inside her. Hannah looked, or pretended to look disappointed that the show was over, so grinning, Mandy rose her self slowly revealing my rod and when she decided that Hannah had seen enough, slid quickly back down it. Soon I decided that this was a bit much for me and it was time to take control. I sat forward and taking Mandy by the waist set up a good firm rhythm. When she had picked upon it and decided that was more fun than teasing Hannah I relaxed back on the bed and let my arms fall to the side of me, crucifix style. Oh it was good watching Mandy, who was as small as Hannah was tall, who struggled to fill a 32A bra with her perfect little breasts, with a rapt look on her face rocking herself on my cock almost as if her life depended on it. Her eyes were tightly closed, all thoughts of Hannah out of her mind now. One arm waving free of the bed brushed against Hannah's thigh and then feeling no movement away rested there for a moment or two. Gradually my hand circled her thigh and she responded by pushing against my hand and moving so that I was not as stretched. Slowly I worked my hand up her thigh until I could feel the cleft of her bottom and my fingers on that most sacred of places. She still did nothing to discourage me, indeed I swear she parted her legs to give me access. As Mandy drove me on to heights of passion so my hand, almost of its own volition sought out Hannah's secret place and my thumb slipped easily inside her. As she bore down on my thumb, moaning quietly, so Mandy bore down on my cock and it soon became all too much for me. As I came, Mandy came, and I swear Hannah came too, though I wasn't actually paying her too much attention at the time. Eventually Hannah and I became lovers rather than just play mates, having full sex frequently. Sometimes this was with the knowledge of Pete and Mandy, sometimes without. But that another story, or stories, for another day.