6 comments/ 43141 views/ 5 favorites Friendly Fantasy By: AbsintheGrrl At times it seems I had wanted her forever. The time we had spent together as lovers had been fantastic, once I'd gotten over my shyness and realized she really truly wanted to "experiment". But I was stupid and fell in love with her and she fell in love with him. C'est la vie? So they got married and I got to spend nights in frustration, just me and my favorite neon blue vibrating friend. Needless to say, I was pretty shocked when less then a year later, they came to me with their idea. A threesome, with what I considered to be two of the fucking sexiest people I'd ever met in my life? Who would say no? Who could possibly resist!?! Well, evidently, me. Did I mention I was stupid? I hemmed and hawed and worried about the consequences, the implications and frankly, the idea that I was either going to ruin their marriage, or get my heart broken, again. I wasn't a casual sex kind of person, it just wasn't me. But they teased and taunted and flirted and I slowly went mad. It really was inevitable, when you think about it. I mean, you can't have that kind of sexual chemistry with someone, much less two people, that much sexual tension, and not act on it. As every good TV series tells you, SOMEDAY, that couple WILL kiss. In this case, that threesome was simply destiny. It was all about getting past my own stupid inhibitions. So they knocked them over with a wrecking ball... If my brain hadn't been put on idle due to hormones, I might have noticed something was up that night. The baby was already in bed, and the lighting was scarce. Some action flick was on the DVD player, little plot, lots of eye candy. The drinks were flowing and I never bothered to notice I was doing most of the drinking. By now, I was almost "used" to the flirting and suggestive innuendos, although it was getting harder and harder to laugh them off. So I probably didn't notice how much more implicit they were this evening. I definitely didn't notice when I got sandwiched between the two of them on the couch. Ok, maybe I did, but maybe, between the booze and my own heightened desire, I really didn't care. So when his hand ended up on my thigh, his fingers idly stroking, and the back of her hand began to slowly brush against my breast, I just kept drinking, my eyes glued to the TV, my brain moving in circles at a 150 mph and going nowhere. When his hand moved farther up my thigh, his fingers brushed against my neck, I stifled a moan, although I couldn't help the shiver. When her lips brushed against my earlobe and cupped my breast, I drew in a deep, hard pant of air... And shot off that couch like there was a firecracker in my back pocket.."Be right back, uh gotta go to the bathroom, I'll uh, yah." Poof, I disappeared, darting into the bathroom, hearing her giggle. I shut the door and stared at my reflection in the mirror. Why me? I wasn't pretty, I wasn't sexy, I wasn't even remotely attractive. Sure I had a nice smile, pretty eyes and sense of humor, but who ever wanted to fuck someone for their eyes and sense of humor? Yet it sure as hell looked that way. My mind tried frantically to work, but my nipples were hard, my pussy was already wet, and frankly, the brain was no longer in control. 'I can deal with this' I thought. 'Damn teases, I can control this' I chanted to myself. Who the fuck was I kidding? After about 10 minutes of pep talking to myself, I stepped back out, only to hear her call out, "We moved in here to watch TV." I looked down the hall. The bedroom. Of fucking course. Now keep in mind, if I really didn't want this, I could leave. I could say it was late, I was tired, I needed sleep, whatever, and walk out the door, no harm, no foul, like I had so many nights before. But I didn't. I knew what I was doing, in the back of my mind, when I walked down that hall. But I sure as hell wasn't going to admit it to myself anytime soon. So, I walked down the hall, and joined the pile on the bed, ending up with my head on his tummy, and hers on mine, watching the flickering blue light of The Tonight Show. As nothing happened I relaxed. As we idly talked and bullshitted, the tension left my body and the alcohol left me with a heavy, sensuous lazy feeling, that soon had me dozing. I felt movement, but it didn't seem to affect me much and I drifted. Until I felt the cool air blowing across my chest and my eyes popped open. "What the fuck?" were the immediate words out of my mouth, followed by "what the hell is going on?" Did I mention I was pretty stupid? Because frankly, with my wrists tied to the headboard, my pants off and my t shirt up around my neck, if I didn't know what was going on, well I had to be pretty drunk. She just grinned at me and quietly told me to shut the hell up, it was time I got what I wanted. I struggled briefly, trying to ignore the flare up arousal that being tied always gave me. I mean, I knew I was kinky, but her? I'd never thought of her as kinky, but fuck, was she out to prove me wrong. He sat on the other side of the bed, as naked as she was and I admit, I looked my fill of them both. My nipples tightened up again, seeing her sexy full breasts, his hard cock in the dim light and I bit my lower lip, letting out a stifled moan. She laughed and reached over to pinch a nipple, while he lowered his head to take the other one into his mouth, providing an instant jolt of sexual arousal to shoot through my body. If at anytime I had thoughts of getting out of it, in that moment, when they actually touched me, I was gone. I was theirs, and nothing was going to change that now, not even me. We had joked and laughed about my being their sex slave, tied to their bed for their whims. I had loved the idea secretly, but had no idea.. well you know how it is. You never think someone can be as dirty as you are. Ok, maybe YOU do, but I don't. It looked like I was going to get my wish.. I arched my back as she bent over, both of them now sucking and licking and kissing my nipples, their hands caressing over my body, stroking my thighs, gently pulling them apart. I let out a gasp as one, then the other bit my sensitive nips, my back arching again and shuddering from the arousal of the slight pain. Fingers began stroking my inner thighs, I couldn't keep track of whose fingers were where, only that they felt so good. He moved to begin licking and kissing both my breasts, tugging and squeezing them as she moved to kiss me, deep, langorous kisses that melted me. She sucked and bit at my tongue, while he nipped and suckled my tits and I was in fucking heaven. I tugged on my restraints, but I was tied good, and as frustrating as it now was, when I most wanted to touch, damn it felt good to feel helpless, at their mercy. My legs spread of their own volition now, my body on fire, eager and willing. I felt his fingers slide inside my moist lips, blushing as he moaned.. "My god, she's so fucking wet" he growled. I moaned and pushed my hips against his fingers, shamelessly wanting more. She lifted her head to laugh softly. "Told you she was a hot bitch." She turned to me, and stroked my cheek, smiling.."Aren't you, baby? Are you our hot bitch now?" I moaned and nodded, my eyes begging her for more of her kisses, more of his touches, just more. I felt him shift, his mouth back on my breast, his fingers still playing with my pussy, then pulling out to tease and tug on my clit. He moved his hips forward and I could feel the tip of his shaft against my lips. I moaned frantically, grinding my hips forward, and she reached to ruthlessly pinch one of my nipples.. "Shhhh, baby, you'll get it.. you'll get it all, just like we like it, like you need it. I told you we wanted you, but you wouldn't believe me. Now I guess you know for sure don't you.." I closed my eyes, almost wanting to cry for all the wasted nights, when I could have had this, been this, felt this. She shifted again, and next thing I knew, she was swinging her leg over my head and straddling my face, presenting me with the intoxicating sight of her pussy, glistening with excitement. I eagerly lapped up, flicking her lips with my tongue and she moaned softly. "Yes, such a good girl" She moaned and lowered herself onto my face, allowing me to lick and suck and nibble against her pussy, finding her clit with my tongue, flicking it and sucking eagerly on her juices. Then at the same time, I felt him grip my hips and slide his cock inside my waiting cunt. Oh fuck, the feeling was indescribable. My two best friends, fucking me, using me in the very best, most erotic and arousing way to be used, and wanting it, needing it desperately, knowing that now that I'd gone this far, I'd never hesitate again. His cock, full and hard and thrusting inside me, filling me up, over and over. Her pussy, sweet and juicy against my face as I licked and sucked and worshiped her as she ground against my face, both their moans music to my ears as they fucked me.. I writhed beneath them, my hips grinding and bucking against his thrusting cock, squeezing my pussy tight around his length, feeling him so hot and hard inside. My tongue licking and flicking frantically against her, first her clit, then thrusting into her pussy, coaxing her juices into my mouth. I felt her shudder and opened my mouth wide to receive the rush of juices as she came hard, grinding and jerking, moaning my name.. As she rolled off panting, turning to curl up against my side, I felt him grip my tits, really starting to pound me, the sight of his wife getting off on my tongue making him even harder inside my cunt. I grunted and pushed against him, licking my lips, tasting her on my lips, and he leaned down to kiss me, tasting her as well..I felt him shudder and growl then, his own orgasm triggering mine as I came, the whole sensation, the whole experience taking me to the ultimate sensation. As we lay panting together in the aftermath, curled up around the two of them, she grinned at me and said.. "So when do I get to tell you I told you so?" Bitch. Friendly Fantasy Eva's best friend Kendra was also one of her coworkers. Her supervisor, to be exact. And when her best friend/supervisor opened up about obsessing over a guy that was simply impossible to have, Eva felt it her duty to try and get Kendra laid. I'm Justin, Eva's boyfriend, and I told Eva I knew just the guy to get Kendra's mind off her obsession. Burt was one of my coworkers, and while we'd never really done much outside of the office, we'd always meant to. We had the same title, pay, and gripes about work, and even though he was more of a horn dog than I was, he was still normal enough to get along with. He wasn't really the type a girl would fall in love with, but I thought he'd make a good one-night stand for Kendra if nothing else. We all met at a club one Friday night after work. It had been a rough week for all of us at our jobs, so even though we were excited the weekend was here, everyone was pretty tired by the time we started drinking. Nobody really wanted to dance, which would've been fine, except we all filled the void with drinking instead. Over the next few hours we talked and got to know each other over drinks and shots. Kendra and Burt were getting along nicely at first, but for some reason Burt just wasn't getting into her. This really confused me. First off, I'd heard stories about Burt that were already legendary at work, and he hadn't been there that long. Not long ago he and some other guys from the office were on a weekend trip and Burt picked up some 18 year old at the hotel pool and fucked her that night. And the girl was on a trip with her parents! That was only the most recent story. The other reason Burt's lack of interest was a surprise was because Kendra was so, so hot. It was hard enough to believe that Kendra couldn't find a guy on her own (Eva would never admit it, but I think she forced the set-up as girls so often do). She was 28, same as Burt, and while Eva might call Burt decently attractive, I'd call Kendra a fucking dream (though I'd never say that to Eva). She was very pretty, with long, brunette hair, big brown eyes, and the curviest hour-glass figure I'd ever seen. She was 6 foot tall even without heels, had D-cup breasts, a nice full booty, a deep, natural tan, and, well, the list went on and on. But also going on and on was Burt's cell phone calls. As the night drew on, he spent more and more time receiving and then making phone calls, right there in front of Kendra. They were personal calls to friends, which really said something to Kendra in terms of how interested he was. He ignored her and more, eventually even leaving the table to make more calls. I felt terrible. Though I knew Kendra could've picked up any guy at the club, the point was that the one we brought for her, and who she was initially into, had basically dumped her, and did so in the least tactful way. Eva didn't seem so upset because she hadn't liked Burt's personality from the get-go, which I sort of expected. And so all Eva did was talk about how Kendra was better off without Burt, and she was sorry I'd been such an idiot for suggesting him. Maybe Eva had been drinking the wrong mix of stuff, but I seemed to understand her best friend more than she did that night. Eva kept talking about how terrible Burt was, which was fine considering how much of a jerk he was being, but she did so by pointing out all the things that Kendra had initially seemed to like about him. I saw Kendra getting uncomfortable and feeling lower and lower the more Eva talked and the more Burt stayed away. Since this was my fault, I took it upon myself to do anything I could to make Kendra feel better. I reminded her that she could get anyone, and told her she was attractive and a great person in a million different ways. This led to us reminiscing about the times she, Eva and I had done things together; it was odd because they were the kind of conversations I'd expect Eva and Kendra to have, leaving me on the side, but instead Eva was left out of the conversation. Normally I would've been concerned about tuning Eva out, but since she'd been so hard on Kendra earlier, I didn't pay as much attention. Besides, I was really having fun just being friendly. I didn't realize my mistake until we got home. Burt had come with us, but nobody understood why because he left as soon as he got there. It was one last insult to Kendra, from my perspective. And the way she didn't even stay in the living room long enough to see Burt off told me she felt that way, too. Despite all the fun her and I had had at the club, she still felt low from the cold rejection. I was just glad that Kendra didn't know Burt's hound dog reputation, or she really would have been offended. Kendra went off into the guest bedroom to sleep it off, looking and sounding as depressed as ever when she said her goodnights. But there was a different attitude in me and Eva's bedroom, for as soon as our door was shut, the mistake I had made by befriending Kendra became obvious. Eva was upset that I had tuned her out, and accused me of flirting with Kendra all night! "Do you really think all those things you said about her?" she demanded. I said 'yes' without thinking because, at the time I was complimenting Kendra, I was doing so truthfully but as a friend, not a guy interested in getting in her pants (although subconsciously I admit the ideas were there). Regardless, saying that I meant what I said was another fateful mistake. "So you were hitting on her?" "No, I just wanted to make her feel better!" "Yeah, and meanwhile you kept me out of the whole conversation. You made me feel like crap!" It wasn't entirely unfair of her to say that, I decided upon reflecting on the night. I had said some awfully nice things to Kendra that the typical boyfriend wouldn't say to his girlfriend's best friend. I'd told Kendra anyone would be lucky to have her, that she was the best looking woman in the club, and on and on. At the time I'd been caught up in the moment, and I just wasn't thinking. The alcohol hadn't helped my judgment, either. And now I was paying for it. A big fight started, which was rare for us, and we never yelled, but on this night we were screaming. To make it worse, there was still alcohol in both our systems, and so we said things we never would've said sober, taking the argument in directions we never should've gone. Eva said maybe she should start flirting with all the guys she knows want her. I told her to go and try it; that she was too much of a tease in bed for anyone else to put up with. Yeah, I know. I'd taken it too far. Eva was somewhat conservative in bed, always telling me that she wanted to save the "special" stuff for when it really mattered, whatever that meant. And I didn't have much experience before her, so she was the only one I could try my fantasies with, which lead to a lot of frustration. And this terrible night, well, it just brought it out of me, and the real problem was that I was so angry and just drunk enough that I didn't realize my mistake. She kicked me out of the room, but I was already heading out on my own. "I'll be on the fucking couch when you're ready to apologize!" I yelled. I'd been forced to sleep on the "couch" just once before. But since we had the second bedroom, the "couch" was really just another bed. I'd been undressing during the argument, and so I only had my boxers on when I stomped into the guest room and froze. In the heat of it all, I'd forgotten all about Kendra. She was there in bed, the lights off but the TV on. I knew she'd heard everything from the look on her face. "Do you want me to go?" she asked. "No, I'm sorry." I was still trying to calm down, but also figure out what to say. I started to back out of the room, but I felt like I needed to say something to make her know this wasn't her fault. "I can't believe she was talking to you like that," Kendra said. "I know you were only trying to make me feel better. I thought it was obvious." That made me feel a little better, knowing that Eva's own best friend thought she was being irrational. "And I've never heard her get that angry before," Kendra continued. "I'm really sorry, Justin." "No, it's not your fault," I said. I felt more comfortable about being in the room with her now that I knew she was on my side. "I don't know what her problem is. But don't worry about it. We'll be okay." "Well do you want to talk about it or something?" she asked, sitting up in bed. I couldn't help but notice that she'd changed into a tight t-shirt for bed, and it made her breasts look even more enormous than they were. But that wasn't why I stayed. It just felt really good to have someone there, even though I didn't want to talk. "No, thanks. I just need to cool off." She shrugged. You want to watch TV for a little bit?" "Sure." I admit, possibilities were running through my head as I walked to the bed. But I thought of them more as fantasies; of what I'd like to do, but not what actually would or could ever happen. Kendra sat up, keeping the blankets over her from the midriff down, but those big tits in the tight fabric hung in plain view. I tried not to stare as I climbed onto the bed beside her, staying above the covers. We didn't say anything for a long time. We just watched the bad late-night television. It was while she was flipping through the channels, looking for something worthwhile on, when she broke the silence. "I guess I should thank you, considering how much trouble you got in for me." "Thank me for what?" "For being so cool tonight. Talking with you really did help me forget about everything else. And Eva wasn't being much help, so I'm really glad you were there." "You don't need to thank me. I'm the one who brought Burt." We both laughed a little at that. "I really don't understand what his problem was," I said. "And it's not like you were looking for a long term relationship or something. I mean, you came off casual and fun. And you're...sexy." I'd been looking for another word, but "sexy" was all I could think of, and my heart jumped when I heard myself say it. I felt Kendra stiffen beside me. We both grew quiet again. Our eyes were glued to the TV screen, but I, for one, definitely wasn't paying attention to it. Without moving my head, I glanced over at her, looking for a sign of anything. I saw nipples poking against the tight white fabric of her shirt. Big, hard nipples that were definitely not prominent before. My dick twitched. I wondered if Kendra had seen it. Kendra tried to break the tension again by sighing in frustration over not finding any good TV. So I reached for the remote, but when I grabbed it my fingers touched hers, and we froze. Still watching the bad TV, our fingers didn't move for a couple minutes. And then our fingers did move, very slowly stroking and exploring each other's fingers. Finally she dropped the remote, and I held my hand on top of hers. Our fingers intertwined, locked tight, then opened again. We began to stroke each other's fingers, slow at first, but then faster, rougher. Our breathing became deeper, and suddenly we were having this incredibly erotic experience using only our fingers. It was incredible. As if our hands were fucking. And soon they were fucking very energetically, causing heat from the friction, causing what would have been pain if we weren't so hot from it that we were literally panting. And then Kendra took her hand away and grabbed my thigh, then ran her warm fingers up through the leg of my boxers, cupped my balls and curled a finger and thumb around the base of my shaft. I was hard as stone. We looked at each other, saying nothing, but agreeing to something. Our breaths were still hard and deep as we gave ourselves a few last seconds to change our minds. We leaned in and kissed. We were instantly out of breath from all the pent-up excitement, but that didn't stop us from making out desperately. I pulled her on top of me, tangling ourselves in the blankets, but Kendra kept her hand on my cock and her tongue in my mouth. As she came out of the covers, I saw that she had only panties on for her bottoms, and her plump ass looked even more delectable than I had imagined. Her entire body was just to die for. As we kissed I grabbed that ass tight, squeezed it and molded it in my hand, then grabbed the panties and tried tugging them down. But that was impossible in this position, and Kendra had other ideas anyway. She slipped down me, licking my neck, my chest, and then sat up so she could remove my boxers. As soon as I was naked, my cock sticking up in plain view, she collapsed on me. I was in her throat on the first dive, and then she gagged off of me, locked eyes with me again, panting heavily, waiting, but for what I didn't know. Maybe she wanted to tell me how hot she was, because that was the message I received as I looked back at her, watching her gasp for breaths, with her lips just an inch from my cock and her hand firmly grasping it. And then Kendra began sucking me with those beautiful lips while jerking me with her hand. Her warm, silky tongue swirled around my head with erotic precision. I didn't dare ask her to slow down, even though I knew I would be cumming very, very soon. Maybe she sensed that, because suddenly she stopped, panted in my face a little more, then sat up and took her top off. Her big, tan, beautiful tits spilled and bounced into view, and knowing what I wanted to do with them, she leaned over me and brought them to my face. As I licked at them her hand went back to my cock, stroking it--not enough to usually get me off, but under these circumstances I had to concentrate to keep from cumming. Kendra watched me suck her breasts. She even spit onto her own nipples to further wet them before I took them in my mouth, and I savored the extra kink and flavor. But then she started letting her saliva run down her tongue or chin and into her cleavage, and rather than lap it up, I let her do what I hoped she was prepping for. Sure enough, she moved back down and smothered my cock with her breasts, then let me fuck them with her saliva as lube. On each up stroke my cock head found her wet, open lips, and she sucked me before I pulled back to do it all over again. Soon, though, either I'd unconsciously felt I'd had enough, or Kendra felt she hadn't, because she was back to just sucking me, and then I screamed and I was cumming. She took the first blast in her mouth, which was beyond thrilling to me--it was the first time I'd ever cum in a woman's mouth; it was one of the things Eva had been saving for "later". While the sensation of feeling the cum release from my body and then collide and swirl around me with Kendra's tongue was amazing, most of the intense pleasure I experienced in that moment was from the knowledge of getting to do something I had fantasized about for so long. It was beyond kinky, and my whole body trembled. But Kendra didn't keep me in her mouth for long. After that first blast, she rolled onto her side, rolling me with her, and took my cock from her mouth. She jerked me off with her hand, rubbing my cock head against her lips and cheek, and I creamed all over the right side of her face. I tried to be quiet, but I couldn't help but call out obscenities as I watched my sperm splatter onto her skin, glazing her cheek like a Crispy Crème donut. Giving a woman a facial was another fantasy I'd never made real, but here I was doing it, and it felt more incredible both in mind and body than I had ever imagined. In that moment, I absolutely loved Kendra for allowing me to do it to her and making it so special, and my girlfriend Eva was the furthest thing from my mind. I was so hot from all of this that I was more than ready to go on even as cum still dribbled out of my penis and I fought to catch my breath and slow my heart down. But Kendra was even hotter, gasping from the apparent excitement she was getting from all of this, and hungry for more. She sucked on my testicles, moaning quietly but urgently, and though I could've let this go on for as long as she was willing, I was starving to get myself a bite of her. I scooted down, and with us still lying on our sides, I pulled off her panties, lifted her thigh and kissed her trim, juicy pussy. She was very wet and soft, which I was used to with Eva, but Kendra's lips were meatier, and I couldn't help myself as I gobbled her up. I rubbed my face all over her, but then I pulled back to tease and tickle with the tip of nose or tongue before lashing out again with force. I slipped my tongue inside her, fucking her with it, then added a finger. She responded very well to that, twisting her hips and rolling over so that she was on all fours over me on my back. I removed my tongue and slipped another finger inside her, and she humped my hand in response. But with her hovering over me, licking her pussy was the better thing in this position. My hand didn't have a very good range of motion. So I started to scoot out from under her to find a new position in which to please her, but I'd barely moved an inch when I saw it. Her anus. I'd always wanted to try licking a girl's anus. I'd begged Eva to let me, but it was always a flat out refusal, with a promise that she'd consider it later. Now here I was eye to eye with Kendra's, and it was presented in such a scrumptious ass. I knew if I didn't go for it now, I might never get a chance like this again. I loved Eva's tight little ass, but Kendra's fuller, more toned rump was a delicacy unlike any other. Hoping that Kendra wouldn't object, and actually quiet certain that she wouldn't, I took my fingers from her cunt and darting my tongue toward her asshole. At this point the kinkiness and excitement of it all was putting me in overdrive, because while I was getting no real physical pleasure of tonguing Kendra's cute little bud, I was hard as steel and even my nipples were ultra-sensitive, which had never happened before. I felt like I might have cum just from gnawing this woman's ass, and to make it better, she bucked and moaned and shuddered to show me how much she enjoyed this new move, too. For the first time Kendra started calling out my name (though keeping it quiet), and she played this wonderful game with her ass, moving it as if hesitant to let me lick her there, but then giving in every few moments by pressing hard against my tongue. Back and forth she went, but never did she stop. Her anus was fleshy and warm, and the feeling of her ass cheeks around my face was thrilling. But this still wasn't the best position, so I got out from under her, had her raise her ass in the air, then went right in behind her with my mouth again. I nibbled, munched, and lapped at her, kissing her rosebud and lathering it with my saliva, lubing her up for what I hoped we agreed would come next. I pried my face from her ass, took position on my knees behind her, and then rubbed my cock head against her anus. Anal sex was something Eva had insisted she would try eventually, but I wasn't waiting anymore. I poked in slowly, and eased my hard length inside even slower. Kendra groaned and cried out, but she insisted I keep on, that it felt amazing, and that she wanted to feel all of me. I know it took a long time before we finally started fucking, but time passed very quickly. Fortunately, since I had already cum on her face, I could hold on a while longer as I fucked and then pounded Kendra's moist, hot, incredibly tight ass. I leaned in a little as I fucked her, wanting to watch her face as she made the delightful little gasps and squeaks of pleasure. But I also saw the thick, shiny film on her gorgeous face--my cum--as it clung to her swaying hair and dripped from her cheek onto the pillow. It was the most erotic sight I'd ever witnessed. I instinctively increased my thrust speed and depth, ramming away, making Kendra squeal louder than ever before (and too loud, had I been aware enough to remember Eva was in the next room). Kendra was climaxing, and only as I realized this did I realize she'd been frigging her pussy with her hand, and had been lubing her hand with the cum on her face. Kendra screamed out and collapsed, still rubbing herself furiously and still pointing her ass to me so I could continue to throttle her. Friendly Fantasy But soon I was so overheated and so desperate to cum that I couldn't thrust fast enough--her ass was still too tight and the grip it had on my cock prevented me from speeding up. I needed a little extra something to make me pop, though, and so I ran a hand through the cum on her face, then reached under and grabbed one of Kendra's heavy swinging tits. She was still crying in orgasm as I exploded into my own, pouring my seed into her ass and collapsing on her as I pumped myself to empty. This time I grew soft right away. My dick had been through quite a lot, and I was fully drained. Wet with sweat, Kendra and I clung together with me on top, my limp but cum-coated dick resting in the crack of her delicious ass, which she clenched every so often just to let me know she liked feeling me there. I was still catching my breath when I realized Eva had to have heard us. Even I had been too loud in that last orgasm. But if Eva knew and she wasn't coming in to confront us, then there was no point in me hurrying up to get in trouble. I just stayed there with Kendra until we had both regained our strength. We decided to take turns in the guest bathroom to clean up. She went first, and as I waited, I realized that the bedroom door was open. When I had come in, expecting to sleep here, I'd been surprised by seeing Kendra. I planned to go out and sleep on the couch, so I had never gotten as far as closing the door. And here it was, still open. And just outside of it, standing in the hall, was a dark shape that could only be Eva. She didn't say anything. Either did I. Then she went back into our bedroom and closed and locked the door. I told Kendra about it when she came out of the bathroom. We both decided she should leave. We also decided that we should never do this again. But we were both thinking something else: if it was really over between me and Eva, and it was certainly over between them two as friend, then Kendra and I would make a pretty good couple...at least as far as fulfilling fantasies was concerned. FOR MORE STORIES featuring Justin and Eva, check out 'Nobody Has To Know'. FOR MORE STORIES featuring Kendra, check out 'Meeting the Sister', 'Boardroom Presentation', and 'Seduced by Penny's Sister'. Friendly Fantasy I am on my back in her bed: soft mattress, soft sheets, soft pillows, soft and hard her-muscle, gentle-my eyes follow the curve of the brawn in her arms, beneath her bronze(d) skin. She is holding herself up looking at me, her hair loose, the curls a curtain, a separate heaven of both of our faces. She is worried that I might not be strong enough, even though as a fighter she's seen women smaller than me break the faces of women her size, she thinks I am somehow delicate. She pauses as though I am an orchid. I wrap my legs around her waist. The ocean under skin ripples at my touch. The tattoos on my thighs flash in the candlelight as I pull her towards me. Core to core, I pull her, so she knows that I am nothing but a wanton little strawberry blossom and gives in to my lust. I want her to crush me. I want her to absorb me. I want to feel every inch of her pleasure as she comes on my fingers, on my thigh, on my face, in my mouth. Oh, but her strong, supple, silken fingers are twisting and caressing, are seeking out of the southernmost tip of my heart. She kisses me and I groan into her mouth. She holds my hands above my head and my legs, still spread around her, snake against her ass. I am so wet. But I am not here for my pleasure. Her pleasure is what I am here for. Her pleasure is my pleasure. Oh, but her tongue is so deft and I have wanted her for so long. "Roll over for me, Querida? Will you do that for me?" I whisper in her ear after licking my way up her neck. She pauses again with my nipple in her mouth. One quick flick with her tongue and she is laying in the space that I have made warm, our sweat commingling, the scent of her exciting me, making me understand for the first time bloodlust, making me feel like the tiger she once said I was. She is so beautiful: luxurious and hard-won. Suede and silk and steel too. I press myself against her, my mound against her ripe ass. I want to fuck her dirty and hard. I rock against her and she giggles. "Little One I have toys for that. And I bet you'd look so cute too, wearing a cock." Even now she teases me, pokes at me, and this is why I love her. Because and despite my best efforts, this is love. We can fuck later, right now I want to show her love. I trail my fingers over her skin. I surf the waves of her; I kiss, nibble, and lick the tidal beauty of her. She sighs and relaxes. I worship her ass: kissing and licking until it is so sensitive that the slightest touch makes her shiver. I kiss the hollows of her knees, down her calves, take my time caressing and sucking her toes. With her toes in my mouth I trail my fingers slowly up her inner thighs getting closer and closer to her cunt, but never touching. She purrs and shifts to try and get more contact. I release her toes from my mouth with a pop, both silly and satisfying, and return again to her sensitive ass as my fingers return to teasing her inner thighs. Her sighs and shivers turn into gasps and moans. I part the seashell of her cunt slowly with my fingers as I begin to rim her. My nose between her ass cheeks and my tongue swirling around her rosebud. She bucks but I am prepared and ride her out as her moans increase. I am gentle with her ass but as she begin to push back, to fuck me, I increase the speed in her cunt. Two fingers, three. Four fingers. I flex them and swirl, and suddenly she is up on her hands and knees and fucking me back with abandon. She is talking now, in Spanish-I imagine it's terribly filthy and the thought of that makes me shiver with desire-whipping the curls of her hair as a small pool of sweat forms on her back. Right when she's at her apex I slow my rhythm and she flat out curses me in all of the languages she knows. My nipples harden and my clit swells. I have never been this aroused before. She is so primal, both sea and land: some believe that tsunamis are cause by oceanic volcanos and that is what she is right now. I take a long swallow of cold water to keep her waiting for just a moment and to steady myself. I want her so badly my hands are shaking. "I want you to come on my tongue, Querida. I want to taste you. I have waited so long to taste you. Please." There are curls now forming a halo around her face and she, realizing that she has been in control this whole time, smiles. "Si quieres. But don't keep me waiting too long, Little One." She is sweet and sweaty when I crawl between her legs. "One second, let me adjust. I want to see you." She sets up the pillows so that she is propped up and idly plays with her perfect pink nipples. She tastes like the ocean at sunrise. I pour every inch of the two years of love and desire that I have into her. I follow her moans. She relaxes and tightens around me, pulling me deeper, willing herself to greater pleasure before finally she grabs me, her fingers in my hair sending electric sparks straight to my cunt and grinding herself in slow, delicate circles on my face. She comes like dawn. I lay between her legs, gently cleaning her, letting her come down but wanting more, wanting to do it again, wanting to be here always. She draws me up to her and kisses deeply. Commandingly in they way I like. She twists my nipple and without any ceremony plunges three fingers into me. She spreads me, fills me, owns me, and I moan. "Now I'm going fuck you, Little One. I'm going to fuck you just the way you want." She bites me and pushes me down on my back, pushes her thigh against me and the friction adds the right amount of roughness and I am so close. Suddenly she is gone and I whimper. She comes back with a smirk and a medium sized box. "You look so beautiful covered in me." She grins. "I bought you this present." "Dear... I. You didn't have to." "I know. I've been buying them for you for some time now. I never thought we'd get to use them." "I love you, you know?" "For years, Little One. I've known." The box is filled with leather cuffs, nipple clamps, a leather paddles, and various other sensation toys. "I love you, too." "Maple syrup." "What?" "That's my safe-word." She smiles, "That's two words." She takes the leather cuffs out of the box and trails her fingers from my forearm to my wrist and makes me shudder in the best possible way. "We have a long night ahead of us Little One, and don't come until I say when."