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Just Friends

By: JayValentine



The party continued into the morning. As some couples left, others sat and watched and the rest laid down and went to sleep in various places in the house. Brandon and Sara woke up late into the afternoon to discover that they were resting by themselves in each others arms on the giant white bed. Liz was showing out the last guest for the night in her own special way; giving him a quick blow job by the door. The happy couple lay quietly and watched, laughing softly with each other. They shared an embrace and kissed each other as they stated their love for one another under the white comforter. Eventually, Brandon left while Liz and Sara were left to the clean up of the apartment. They now had a new saying for when it was now time to say good bye.

"Another day?" Sara stated to him.

"Soon," he replied.

4 MONTHS LATER

Brandon has been sitting down in front of the dressing rooms in the back of Fredericks of Hollywood for about three minutes in high anticipation. His foot has been tapping wildly, waiting for Sara to step out of the booth in some lingerie she just picked out minutes ago. Suddenly the door opened and took Brandon by surprise. Sara stood in the doorway wearing only crotch-less red panties and a matching bra that exposed her nipples slightly. 

"Hey babe," she started, "Does this fit okay to you?"

Brandon was already hard from the moment she appeared. "The front looks great," he replied, "turn around so I can see the full view." On her bare feet, she spun slowly to let Brandon take in the sight of her full body barely contained in her garments. "I think it looks perfect babe."

"Well, it feels a little loose to me... like, here in the back. Could you come here and help me adjust it? I don't want to do it out there in front of everyone."

He surveyed the area and noticed that no one else was occupying the two other dressing rooms and the only other person in store was the clerk who was standing outside talking to the woman running the jewelry booth in front. "I understand, you need your privacy," he said walking slowly inside.

"Who's out there?" Sara whispered.

"No one. It's noon and a school day. The place is empty."

"Good. Then no one will mind if we take up this dressing room for a little longer than normal." She grabbed his shirt with both hands and began to kiss him fiercely, his hands pulling her close, feeling every curve and line. Without hesitation he pushed her towards the back wall, untied her panties and placed in dick inside of her. She wrapped her arms and legs around his body in hopes of only having one pair of legs showing under the door. In midair, she pressed close to his body, gyrating her hips to get the full fill of Brandon inside her.

Adrenaline rushed throughout Brandon as he watched himself fucking Sara in the mirror in front of him while simultaneously thinking about getting caught... and looking at her ass moving. He moved his hands down to hold her ample bottom tightly, relishing in the fact that it couldn't all fit inside both of his palms.

"You like holding me up that way, baby?" she asked, quiet and short of breath.

"You have no idea. Every part of you is amazing."

She arched her back to sit more upright, then slid down an inch, shooting a wave a pleasure out to the both of them, moaning almost loud enough to make the store clerk notice. "You aren't bad yourself," she told him. Brandon then fell to the floor slowly, no longer caring about being caught. Sara took advantage by riding him, feet flat on the ground and still holding his shirt tight. 

"Oh god baby, I'm coming!"

"Shit, so am I."

Both tried to contain themselves as Brandon filled Sara with his heat and she began to writhe from sensation. What felt like an eternity culminated in a minute long orgasm between two best friends. Once it was over, they thought quickly about their location and started to gather themselves, dressing hastily and walking out one at a time, first Brandon, then Sara. The store clerk hadn't noticed as she was still talking to the person running the jewelry booth until they stood at the register waiting to be checked out. She purchased the clothes, both of them laughing like kids at their inside joke. The clerk noticed the pair and stated, "You two sure are a happy couple."

"Oh," they both started before deciding to let Sara finish. "We're just friends."

"Ah...okay," the clerk said in disbelief, "Well, you two at least look cute together. Hope this stuff gets used for the right reasons."

"It's already done wonders."

Outside of the mall, they made their way to their respective cars, sharing a long embrace before taking off. Before long, Sara received the first text.

"I'm already wanting more of you."

"One day, soon =)"

"How about tomorrow?"

"Same time, different place?"

"Yep yep! We'll work out the details then."

"I can't wait. 

"Me either. God I love lunch breaks."

This was the new norm. After the party at Liz's 4 months ago, a simple long-brewing history of sexual tension turned into a full-blown affair. "Another day...soon" turned into the very next day, hooking up in an O'Charley's restaurant. Next was their first time in the mall at New York and Company, then a hotel for a weekend, to various places in and around the city. They had realized that once they got the first time out of the way, it became increasingly easy to get together on a regular basis. Apparently they were just nervous before.

The issue of their "true" significant others was still a problem.

Sara returned home to an empty house. With Jake being in the military this was okay for around this time, especially since she smelled faintly of sex and had brand new lingerie that smelled the same. Instead of lengthy explanations, Sara had the luxury of not having to say a word or arouse suspicion. She simply came home, started a load of laundry and took a hot shower. Jake wasn't due home for another 4 ½ hours and when he arrived he would be none the wiser.

Brandon returned to work at his clothing store, Vocal Emotion. Being the owner meant that changing from one sex-soaked outfit to one less pungent was a breeze but questions from employees were always abound...even if not spoken directly. In the past four months Brandon had created a routine of dipping out on his lunch break, coming back clutching lunch and then changing before he exited his office. He kept insisting that he was spilling ketchup on himself but in the two years that the store had been open he had never accomplished this feat before. Truth be told, Brandon was a neat freak, especially when it came to his clothes. Still, he would rather be seen as abruptly clumsy than stepping out on Alicia.

Sara had it a little easier when it came to her status. Despite being engaged for close to eight months, most weren't even aware of her relationship status at all. Men wouldn't ask and she had only a few female colleagues who knew of her history with Brandon and wouldn't think that anything could be happening between them. Plus Jake was more into his video games than outside affairs and had never seen Brandon as a threat.

Alicia on the other hand was different. As much as she loved Brandon she could never fully trust any man and couldn't understand how members of the opposite sex were best friends with no sort of sexual tension between them. She routinely questioned Brandon regarding Sara from small tidbits about their time spent together to any future plans. In their time together she never had a real reason to suspect any foul play but still kept a close watch.

On this day she arrived at the store only minutes after Brandon had returned from his lunch break finding him dressed in another unfamiliar outfit. He wasted no time walking over to embrace her, keeping up appearances by trying to kiss her with a mouth full of food so that he knew she would refuse.

"Ew," she shot at him, tilting her head away from his. "I love you, baby, but I don't love what you're eating."

"My fault," he mumbled before chewing quickly and swallowing. "How's my love doing?"

"Okay. Just stopping through to see you for a moment before I hit the gym."

"Sounds lovely and tiring all at once...but I can never argue with the results."

"No, you c-"

Conversation was interrupted by the sound of Brandy's "Best Friend" humming out of Brandon's phone. They both knew it was Sara and were curious. Pulling it out of his pocket he wondered if it was a text or a call. A call was easier to divert attention away from, simply by just announcing that Alicia was present and therefore all mushy talk would have to wait. A text, especially an explicit one, was always harder to justify. 

And as luck would have it, a text was in his inbox. He placed his phone back in his pocket trying not to arouse suspicion. "Why don't you respond?" Alicia questioned. 

"I'm with you right now. That would be a little rude for me to take up my time writing someone else while you're visiting me."

This had the opposite desired effect. "Oh no," she started, "Go right ahead, I'm okay with it. Hell, I'll do it for you." As she often did, she reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, opening the unread message that only read, More.

"More, huh? Oh...yeah...baby...I'll...give...you...more...," she said slowly as she keyed in the letters.

"Baby, what the hell are you doing?"

"Well, since you don't wanna reply, I can do it for you. I know how you two talk to each other when I'm not around." The phone went off again a second later to the familiar tune. "And there's the response." She rapidly studied the message and with a disappointed look on her face, handed the phone back to Brandon. "She wants another burger with McDonald's sweet and sour sauce on it. She also wants you not to call her baby."

"Thanks," he said sarcastically, "I could have told you both of those things already. Why do you think I didn't jump at responding?" Alicia shrugged her shoulders and started towards the door. "What, no kiss before you go?" She walked back to him and gave him a quick peck on the lips before turning away and heading towards the door again. "I love you!" Brandon shouted at the closing door. "You hateful ass," he finished. 

He opened his phone to type another text to Sara, this time written with an asterisk in front of the first word. This was a code they developed after it became evident that Alicia liked to look through his phone. This let her know that past messages weren't from him and that the coast was clear to say whatever she wanted.

"More?"

"Tomorrow. Meet tonight."

"After work?"

"Yeah. Shroomers."

"Be there at 10. Have the pizza ready."

"Always."

10 P.M. – SHROOMERS PIZZA

She didn't know why she got there a full half hour early, she just knew she had been there and that he was coming. The pizza had already been ordered and was sitting in the middle of the table for two, cooled off with a fresh Tahitian Treat soda (no ice) on the way. She didn't know if it was appropriate to wear her little black slip dress and heels out to late night pizza, especially when she would only wear jeans and sweats out with her fiancée, but she knew that no matter what, Brandon would think she was beautiful anyway. She didn't know...until she saw him walk through the door, not a minute late, and her stomach began to take flight. Rufus' "Everlasting Love" played as he moved closer to the table and with a brightly lit smile, he bent down to hug and kiss the seated Sara on the cheek before telling her "hello." She blushed and all of a sudden knew...everything.

"Stuffed crust pizza with pepperoni and sausage," he started, "always a good way to begin the end to a good day."

"Well, I'm glad you like it babe, you know I do what I can."

"And you do it well."

The pair began to eat slowly, smiling and staring at each other in between bites of food. Eventually it became evident that there were words to be said and that this wasn't just a meeting of good company.

"So," he began again, "we're meeting up before tomorrow and by the looks of things you showed up to talk about something important."

"Mmmm...in a way, yes. Um- I'm really not sure where to begin or end but... Brandon, the last 4 months have been... the best 4 months that I have ever lived so far and..."

"Excuse me," the waiter said, interrupting her statement. "Would the happy couple like to look at the desert menu?"

"Oh, we're just friends," Brandon blurted out as Sara bowed her head. "But yeah, we can take a peek. Thanks."

"That," she said as the waiter walked off. "I don't want that anymore. I don't want to be just friends anymore."

He sat silent for a moment before replying, "I'm listening."

"Our entire relationship over this last decade has been made up of missing out because of coincidences. If you were with someone, I was single and vice versa. Any opportunity we have ever had has been foiled... until 4 months ago.

"For the first time all of the walls were broken down and we have finally been able to do what was on each other's mind for years. 'One day' finally came and now the only problem is that we're both in 2 relationships instead of just one or the other. I just want one now."

Brandon sat back in chair a little further, mentally preparing himself for his next statement. "Why did you agree to get married?"

"I don't-"

"Because you knew that this would eventually happen."

Now she was the one who sat in silence.

"It was easy as hell for me to not become attached to any woman I was involved with. All I had to do was think about the fact that you and I would be together at some point or another in the future. I dropped off girls one by one, knowing that I couldn't let them get too close to me because sooner or later you would figure out that we were what's real. Then..."

"...there was Jake."

"Yes, Sara. There was Jake. You put what we had on the back burner for him. The dynamic of our friendship changed because of you agreeing to marry him."

"Yeah, you're right. I fucked that up. I'm trying to atone for that now by..."

"By breaking his heart because you took it to a level it shouldn't have reached?"

"No. By taking what's mine. You have been mine for a long time. You have always been the man in my life for as long as we've known each other. You were the man in my life in high school, you were the man who helped me shed my sheltered past, you've always been the closest man to me and you were my man way before you were ever Alicia's boyfriend."

Brandon's phone rang just then. Alicia was calling to find out where he was. He let her know he was at Shroomers but told her he was with several friends from work. The conversation only lasted a minute before they said exchanged 'I love you's" and hung up. He looked at the phone and then back up at Sara's lagoon-like blue eyes that were close to tears. "Come on babe, let's step outside," he told her.

In the parking lot, Brandon and Sara leaned on the drivers' side of his white Mercedes Benz, almost not wanting to talk, but knowing that what was brewing wouldn't let them not say anything. Best friends for years, it was hard to find a time or subject that was hard for them to discuss. Now as it seemed they were heading for more, it felt as though there wasn't much to say. He looked over to her after a moment of heavy breathing and said to her, "This would be the perfect time for one of us to have taken up smoking. Then maybe we could be doing something right now."

"I know what I would like to be doing, Brandon. I would like to be sitting in the passenger seat of this car, with you driving us somewhere to be together without having to duck around corners. We've been doing that for years with nothing to show for it and...now we have something-"

"You want it all."

"So do you. That's why you waited for me. You love me more than as a friend, and I love you just the same. So we need to either act like it or stop acting at all."

He couldn't help but smile at her words. She was absolutely right in more ways than one. They would always be best friends forever, but now was the time to become more alongside of the friendship. Without a word, he pulled her over to him and kissed her softly, letting her know that he would be sincere with whatever they decided to do from that point on.

"Ok," he said. "We'll do it, but slowly. I don't want to just drop this on them. Let's take a little time out and make this the best we can."

She shed a single tear and replied, "Alright. Does this mean we can still meet up tomorrow?" 

"Hell yeah! Without a doubt."

"Good. We're meeting up at Danielle's."

"Your sister's house? Are you serious? Aren't there like a thousand people running through there at any given moment?"

"She's been out with this chick named Angel the past little bit. No one will be there when we arrive."

"So tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow."

They embraced once again, saving their next kiss for the next time they saw each other. It was like a gift to be received for showing up at their next rendezvous. They started their respective cars, just as they had done earlier, and drove off to separate houses, ecstatically waiting for the next days events. 

NOON – DANIELLE'S APARTMENT

Brandon left the store early that day, saying that he would be back to open up in the morning. He had a feeling that he wouldn't have a need to return. All day he sat in anticipation of his tryst with Sara and his oncoming breakup with Alicia. Driving north towards Danielle's, he eyed houses he knew would be perfect for the two of them to live in. He and Sara had similar taste in most things and now it would only be a matter of time and opportunity before the rest of their lives could be spent together as a couple and not just friends. He even contemplated starting a women's line for his company to be headed by her. So much ran through his head that he barely realized that had reached the complex. He parked adjacent to Sara's maroon Altima, comforted by the fact that Danielle's triple black Charger was nowhere in sight.

He walked upstairs to the apartment door to find it unlocked and Sara sitting on the sofa, legs crossed, barefoot and eating from a purple bag of Hershey's Bliss. 

As he closed the door behind him, he uttered, "Is that what I think it is?"

"What?" she questioned slyly.

"What you're wearing. Is that my high school basketball jersey?"

"Not only am I wearing it, but it's the only thing I'm wearing."

"How in the hell did you get it?" he asked as he sat down next to her.

"You left it on your bed the last day that you played in it. On one of the few occasions I was able to come to your house, your mom let me into your room thinking you were home. Interestingly enough, you had left to go see me. Since I knew you would never play in it again, I didn't want it to be relegated to or forgotten in the back of a closet somewhere. This jersey signified something to me and to you. I knew that you were destined to do great things because of this."

"Yeah, that was a crazy year. I remember I didn't like the school colors or the uniform design, so I got on the team so the team would take me seriously about changing it. Next thing I know, they listened to me, took my design and rearranged the entire schools color scheme based on what I did. And honestly, I just wanted to wear a school jersey for casual reasons. Then they gave me that seed money to start my business based on what I did for them. I wanted to still wear that jersey but I also wanted to put it on display to show where it all started...but now I see that it has been displayed. And quite well may I add."

"Why thank you, Brandon. But I must say, I think it always looked better on you." 

Sara pulled the jersey over her head to expose her voluptuous naked body. In the last 4 months, Brandon had seen her in various stages of undress but due to the circumstances of their encounters, he never really saw her completely nude, especially long enough to savor the fascinating sight in front of him. She pulled him close to her as they started a long, sensuous kiss, coupled with her stripping off his clothes. He started to kiss her neck, taking advantage of the fact that he now knew her body so well. She trembled in his arms, feeling the suction towards the nape of her neck. He forcefully grabbed her ass as well, knowing the comfort of his hands would make her back arch as she laid her head on the end of the couch.


Just Friends



Thinking of the available time he had to pleasure her, he took his time, moving towards her torso and suckling on each of her nipples, first the left; soft and slow nibbling occasionally, then moving to the right at a sharp contrast, moving quick, hard and almost biting down on it, causing Sara to whine loudly, clutching the upholstery at every flick of his tongue. Not wanting to spend all of his time on one area, he shifted downwards, easing his mouth onto the sweet taste of her aromatic delicacy. His tongue swept her up almost magically, her legs almost not able to be restrained. "Yes, baby. Eat that pussy up. You are the best," she yelled out before grabbing his head, leaning him further down to gather her flavor as it flowed freely out of her. He could contain the tide only so much orally before feeling her hips jerk up and force him away by a few inches. "I need you to fuck me!" she yelled at him, not able to contain herself. 

She pushed him onto his back in the only moment his mouth was not attached to her in some way and pulled him into her mouth, briefly before pulling out and quickly lowering herself down onto him, almost unable to take his full size into her. "AH!" she yelped out, feeling him hit the end of her insides.

"You don't know how good you feel to me right now," he told her, holding her hips tightly.

"Just as good as you do to me," she said, her lips quivering, still adjusting to him.

He helped her movement along, getting her used to the feeling. "Ooooohhhh...." She let out again, feeling a rush of energy and ecstasy. Now comfortable with his dick firmly felt inside every inch she could give him, she circled herself as though doing a belly dance on top of Brandon, scratching his chest to the point of almost wounding him. If Alicia didn't know before, she knows now, she thought. The feeling of pleasure between them intensified as they gazed into each others eyes, watching, waiting, anticipating; enjoying each other. The look they gave each other raced simultaneous thoughts between them and nothing but that moment mattered. 

Brandon raised himself up as Sara continued to straddle him, wrapping his arms around her, kissing her again softly and letting her know that he loved her.

"I love you too," she replied, beginning to cry. "And I never want to let you go."

"You don't have too," he said, holding her tighter, locked in a warm embrace, no longer moving, but loving each other, knowing what had to be done in order to live their dream.

That's when the door opened up and Alicia walked into the house, followed by Jake.

"Is that what 'just friends' do?!" Alicia yelled.

"Oh my god, it's true! NO! I can't believe it's true!" Jake sobbed.

Sara and Brandon scrambled for cover, trying to hide the moment they were sharing when they noticed cameramen and another person coming to greet them.

"Hello," he started, "I'm Joey Greco with Cheaters."

EPILOUGE – 3 MONTHS LATER

After the episode ran for the first time, they realized the extent of what happened. After years of hiding sweet nothings between them, as if by coincidence, they got sloppy once they started having sex. About a month or so after they began their encounters, Alicia caught wind of what was going on and called the show. They compiled surveillance of the pair having sex in a few places, the last time in Frederick's. They were watching as they ate in Shroomers' and the phone call Alicia made to Brandon while there was used in the broadcast. Alicia also waited until the confrontation date to tell Jake, who took off work to come see if what happened was true.

"Wow," Brandon said as the show went off, "did we fuck that up or did we fuck that up?"

"Well," Sara started, "I see it as a lose-win situation." 

"And how is that?"

"Well, although we got some negative publicity by getting caught screwing on TV, Alicia pretty much did the hard part getting us all separated. Unfortunately they were a little heartbroken, but now we're together-"

"And the world knows that you possess a mean right cross."

"Hey, that bitch shouldn't have hit you. Nobody hits my man but me."

"I like that. What am I?"

"My man."

"Not your friend?"

"You're my best friend and my man. Forever." 



Just Friends



"Greg, get the fuck out of here!" I laughed. "There's no way."

"Come on man, it will work!" he insisted.

"You know, the sad part is that you actually believe that," I said, shaking my head, but still laughing. "You must to keep bringing it up."

"What have we got to lose?" he asked.

"Hmm, lets see," I answered. "My dignity? Self respect?"

"Jerry, all I'm saying is that we tell Meg and Jen that we've decided we'd prefer to switch who we're dating," he said. "It's no big deal."

"Yeah, sure," I snorted. "I can just see it now. 'Excuse me Meg, we've been dating for three months now and I think it's time we changed things around. I'm going to try dating Greg's girlfriend Jennifer. Oh, by the way, Greg has no problem with it. In fact, he wants to date you in exchange. You see, he's still a virgin and wants to lose it before high school is over.' Yeah, I sure that will go over well."

"Fuck you," Greg said without heat. "I lost my virginity before you did asshole."

"Yeah," I shivered. "With Sara May Kalwalski, the biggest slut in the world. I hope you got checked for STDs afterward."

"Jealous?" Greg grinned.

"Are you kidding?" I asked. "Sarah May is a neighbor. I could fuck her easy, but she just isn't my type."

"And Meg is?" he asked in reply.

Megan was a bit of a surprise. She was this quiet little thing when I met her freshman year. She was pretty and surprisingly funny when you got to know her, but Greg was right, she wasn't my type. That didn't stop us from being good friends throughout high school. I think it surprised us both when we ended up hooking up. It probably had more to do with the situation and our loneliness than anything else.

It was Valentine's Day and I had recently broken up with my previous girlfriend. Meg and her ex-boyfriend stopped dating around Christmas. She took it hard. I think he was her first love. They certainly dated long enough for it to be true.

In either case, we both showed up to this party that a mutual friend was throwing. It quickly became obvious that it was mostly couples. We weren't the only unattached people invited, but we were two of the four. It quickly became obvious that the party was a set up. Oh, not for Meg and I. Not even our friends could see us together. 

The set up for me was with Hilda Lowenstein. Megan's unofficial 'blind date' was a guy named Kyle Habner. They were obviously someone's idea of a match for us, but whoever decided that clearly didn't know either of us particularly well. 

I guess Hilda and Kyle were both nice enough, but I just didn't click with her, not even on a friend basis. She was just a little too intense for me. I don't know what Meg's issue with Kyle was, but she was obviously not happy with what was going on either.

"Hello?" Greg asked when I didn't respond.

"Sorry," I smiled, coming back to the present. "Let me think about it." His idea was crazy and I doubted I'd go along with it, but Greg could be stubborn. He wasn't going to stop harping on it anytime soon.

"Okay, but don't take too long," he said. "Next weekend would be perfect!"

"You're kidding, right?" I asked in amazement. "You want to trade dates on Prom night?"

"Just think about it," he insisted. "Everyone knows what happens on Prom night and we are going to Dave's beach house afterward. Can't you just picture it?"

"Sure," I snorted. "Oh wait, aren't you the one who keeps telling me Jennifer won't let you get past second?"

"Hmm," he said in mock thoughtfulness. "There is that. On the other hand, although you won't talk about it much, it's obvious that Megan and you are doing it like bunnies."

"No comment," I said, but I was smiling.

"Lucky bastard!" he snapped. "I've been dating Jen for almost two months and nothing. Do a friend a favor and give me a shot at Meg?"

"Asshole," I sighed, shaking my head.

Greg and I were best friends. We had been since first grade. He was a horny son of a bitch and could come across like a jerk when it came to girls, but I knew him well enough to know the truth. He really was interested in Megan. He hadn't known her very well until we started double dating. That was also when I got a chance to know Jennifer. There was something there, or maybe just the possibility of something. I wasn't sure, but I couldn't deny I was interested. On the other hand, I hated to give up sex with Megan. She really was something else! I know that sounds cold, but you need to understand the basis of my relationship with Meg before you judge.

"Let's talk tomorrow," I said. "Let me think about it over night."

"Thanks!" he grinned. Greg knew me well enough to realize I was at least going to seriously think about it.

"You know," I sighed. "Even if I agree, Megan and Jennifer might not. In fact, they might dump us both and tell everyone what kind of jerks we are."

"So?" he shrugged. "It's senior year."

I laughed. I couldn't help it. Greg's view on things just did that to me.

"We meeting at the gym in the morning?" he asked.

"Sounds good," I smiled.

"Then I'd better be going," he sighed and then climbed off of the couch.

"It's not even eight," I frowned.

"I want to give you time to think about it," he grinned. "Besides, I promised my mom I'd be home early tonight. She was really pissed after last weekend."

"You did throw up on the front lawn," I grinned.

"And whose fault was that?" he asked in annoyance. "Some best friend."

"Hey!" I cried. "I didn't let you get behind the wheel. In fact, Megan and I were supposed to hook up and I missed it because I had to drive your drunken ass home! How was I supposed to know you were going to lose it in your own front yard?"

"Next time," he said. "Take me to a diner first and get some food in me."

"Okay," I said shaking my head. "But do me a favor, don't get that drunk again soon."

"I was pretty bad, wasn't I?" he frowned.

"Yeah," I said honestly. "What got into you? You don't usually drink that much."

"It was a bad week," he sighed. "Jen and I were fighting. She's a great girl, but..."

"You're a horny asshole and you need to get laid!" I interjected with a laugh.

"Something like that," he smiled, but from his expression I saw that there was something more. I frowned as I stared at him.

"It wasn't Jen," I finally guessed. "You got drunk because you realized you were falling for your best friend's girl." He didn't bother denying it.

"I know you said you weren't in love with her, but..." he said, not finishing.

"That didn't stop you from 'jokingly' bringing up this great idea of yours of switching dates the next day," I said pointedly.

"I couldn't help it," he shrugged. "Besides, it's not like you weren't interested."

"Being interested and willing to actually do it are two different things," I said pointedly. The truth was that I wasn't particularly happy when Greg brought it up, at least not after I realized he was serious. I did laugh at first, but only because I thought he was just joking around.

"Just think about it," he said.

"I will," I smiled. "See you in the morning."

"Thanks," he said and left.

My parents and little brother were out at friends, but they'd be home sooner or later. I decided to go for a drive. I needed to be alone to think for a bit.

It took me a few minutes to get out of my neighborhood, but once I hit the highway I let my mind start to wander. I thought about a bunch of things. Certainly, the idea of dating Jennifer interested me at least a little. She was far more my type physically than Megan. 

Where Meg was short and athletic, Jennifer was medium height and very curvy. Meg had short strawberry blond hair and Jennifer had long dark locks. Meg's skin was pale and freckled. Jennifer's was olive and she had a nice tan year round. In short, they looked nothing alike.

On the other hand, they both were pretty laid back and had a good sense of humor. Greg and my double dates with the girls were a blast. Megan told me that she was surprised by how quickly she and Jen had become good friends in the last month. My mind drifted a bit again.

I found myself wondering how Megan would deal with the idea of switching. I realized tonight that Greg was seriously into her. I didn't want to hurt her with this, but on the other hand I didn't want to get between them if they both liked each other. That was the deal when we first started dating. I started to dwell on just hoe we ended up with this crazy deal, but shook my head and thought about Jennifer instead.

She was a different problem altogether. Greg was going to break up with her in either case. Dating her might be interesting, but it seemed pretty pointless in the end. Senior year was almost over and it didn't make sense to start a new relationship. Besides, things with Meg were pretty good. Maybe we didn't love each other, but we had fun together. I knew that Greg's idea didn't interest me all that much based on what I was feeling. 

"On the other hand," I sighed to myself. "He is my best friend and he clearly has a thing for her."

I needed to talk to Megan and see if she was interested in him. I wasn't thrilled at the idea. Oh, I'd probably do it eventually, and I'd step aside if she were also interested in dating Greg. What choice did I have? I couldn't stand between my two best friends. My mind wandered back to last Valentine's Day when we first hooked up...

~~~~~~~~~~

"Can you believe this?" Megan asked.

"It's kind of funny," I shrugged. 

We were both standing outside. Okay, maybe hiding was a better word. Thankfully, it wasn't one of the colder Valentine's Days I could remember, but even still, it was February.

"So, you're interested in Hilda?" she asked in surprise.

"Not since sophomore year when we were both in biology. She took way too much enjoyment in dissecting that poor cat," I replied.

"Well, she is premed next year," Megan laughed.

"I take it Kyle doesn't interest you either?" I asked.

"Well, he's cute enough," she admitted. "But he's one of those guys who loves to talk about himself. After ten minutes alone with him I was sure my ears were bleeding."

"Ouch!" I laughed.

"Besides," she sighed. "I'm not really ready to date."

"Matthew?" I asked. He was her ex-boyfriend. 

"Yeah," she said. "Love isn't high on my list right now." I could see the pain in her expression. It was time to change the subject. 

"I don't suppose Hilda and Kyle will fall for each other while we're out here?" I asked. 

"They dated last year," Megan replied, smiling sadly. "The break up was so bad that I'm surprised they're both here. I heard they couldn't stand the sight of each other any more."

"That's right," I sighed, remembering. "Great."

"We could act like we're into each other?" Megan offered, surprising me. "It might stop everyone from pushing up together with Hilda and Kyle." I looked at her and saw a bit of her typical good humor returning. She was clearly joking. We didn't think about each other than way.

"No one would believe it," I grinned. "We been friends for years. Hell, last year you started calling me big brother in public! Dating you would be like incest, talk about sick!"

"Gee, thanks," she laughed.

"Besides," I continued. "If we were meant to date, it would have happened already."

"I guess you're right," she said. "But it's the last semester of senior year and I'm not up for getting hit on by every jerk in school."

"What do you expect?" I smiled. "You've been off the market for almost two years and you're one of the prettiest girls in school. Of course a lot of guys are going to ask you out. Not all of then can be jerks. Why not just pick one or two and go out? It might be fun."

"No thanks," she said quickly. "I tried that this month. ON the second date the guy start talking about how much he cared about me. Please!"

"So, I take it you're a little gun shy since Matthew?" I sighed.

"You think?" she snorted. "Love is not in my immediate plans."

"I get that," I said. It was time to try and get her to laugh again. "How about sex? Is that in your immediate plan? If so, I'm willing."

"Jerry!" she snapped in surprise, but she also laughed. "Weren't you the one saying it would be like incest a couple of seconds ago? There is no way I'm kissing my big brother."

"There you two are!" Beth cried from the back door before I could respond. "What are you doing out here?"

I was pretty sure she was the mastermind of this set up. It reeked of her touch. Don't get me wrong, I'm sure she meant well, but the girl had no ability to mind her own business.

"Hiding," Megan replied honestly, causing me to laugh and Beth to frown. 

"I was so sure you'd all hit it off," Beth sighed.

"It's fine," I put in, feeling bad for her despite my annoyance at her. "Let's go back inside."

"Sure," Megan said, but she didn't sound happy.

Twenty minutes later Hilda was regaling me with her plans for the summer. She had everything figured out. She was bubbly and bouncy and completely annoying. I wondered if she planned on any time for relaxing.

I found myself remembering Megan's earlier comment about being convinced that her ears were bleeding from Kyle's monolog. At the moment, I fully understood. I fought off a grin and glanced over at Megan. She was cornered by Kyle and looked to be having just as much fun as me.

"Hey Hilda," Greg said as he walked up. "I heard Jill wasn't feeling well and went into the bathroom."

"Oh, let me go see if she's okay," Hilda replied and left quickly.

"Thanks," I sighed.

"No problem," he grinned.

"Is Jill actually feeling badly?" I asked.

"How would I know?" he shrugged. "Her and Hank left a while ago, but you know 'doctor' Hilda. She'll spend ten minutes looking for her."

"That gives me just enough time to slip away," I smiled. "I owe you."

"Yep," he grinned. I looked over at Megan and frowned.

"How would you like me to owe you a bigger one?" I found myself asking.

"What?" he asked.

"I can't leave Megan here like this," I answered.

"That's the short strawberry blond over there, right?" he asked, looking at Megan.

"Yes," I replied. "You've met her."

"I know," he smiled. "She's hot, but she was dating someone. I hear she's single now."

"Down boy," I laughed. "Sara might hear you." Sarah was Greg's current girlfriend. I didn't expect her to last much longer. Greg didn't date a girl for more than a month or two typically.

"True," he sighed. "So many women, so little time."

"Just go find a way of getting Kyle away from her," I said, shaking my head. "And quickly before Hilda comes back."

"Yessir boss," he joked, but then moved toward Megan and Hyle.

I don't know what he said, but after two minutes he and Kyle disappeared. I quickly made my way to Megan.

"I'm leaving," I said quickly. "Before Hilda gets back. You coming?"

"Chicken!" she teased.

"Suit yourself," I shrugged and turned away.

"Cock a doodle do," she said, grabbing my arm. "In other words, wait for me." We laughed and slipped out of the party together as fast as we could.

"You need a ride home?" I asked.

"Sure," she replied. "And thanks for getting me out of there."

"No problem," I smiled. "It wasn't me though. We owe Greg."

"Yes we do," she said, her eyes thoughtful.

"What's on your mind?" I asked as we got into my car.

"Nothing really," she answered. "It's just a shame he's such a womanizer. He's kind of cute."

"He's not that bad," I said, but she gave me a look and I laughed. "Okay, he is, but he's a good guy. One day he'll meet the right girl and settle down."

We fell silent as I drove toward her house. It was a comfortable silence. Megan and I got along very well and had for years. We didn't hang out as much as we could, but when we did it was always a good time.

"You know," I said without thinking. "It's too bad we don't like each other in that way."

"And what way would that be?" she grinned. I blushed.

"Very funny," I replied, not willing to back down now. "You know what I mean."

"Yes, I do," she said more seriously. "It is a shame in some ways. We get along pretty well."

"Yep," I said, shaking my head at the silliness of it all.

"On the other hand, with how I'm feeling about men and love these days, I'd probably be hiding from you too if you did feel that way about me."

"There is that," I shrugged. "By the way, it's still pretty early. You want to go out for a drink or something before heading home? Strictly platonic."

"Why not," she smiled. "We're dressed for it and I could use a night out with a friend."

We ended up at a local bar that was big with our school. I thought it would be empty with it being Valentines Day and all, but I hadn't realized the owner turned it into meat market for the holiday. Worse yet, it seemed like every body we knew who wasn't dating someone was here.

We were sitting and waiting for our drinks when the first guy made his way over. Timmy was a friend of both of ours.

"Hey," he said as he walked up. 

Timmy made it sound like he was talking to both of us, but I knew he was focused on Megan. Our drinks came as we talked. I sipped mine, but I noticed Megan take a long pull off of hers. I frowned as I realized that she was already a little buzzed from the party earlier. I guess with Kyle doing all that talking, all she could do was drink. It didn't take Timmy long to make his play.

"So Megan, do you want to dance?" he asked. 

I frowned and looked around. It took me a moment to realize that the owner had actually cleared a couple of tables in the back of the bar to make way for a 'dance' floor. It was tiny and already packed. The music was pretty bad, but that didn't seem to bother anyone.

"No thanks," Megan said.

"Come on," he said. "It's Valentine's Day."

"And I'm here with Jerry," she replied.

"You two?" he asked in surprise, but then grinned and added, "No way!"

"Why not?" I found myself asking.

"You guys always act like brother and sister," he replied.

"That was before," Megan put in, moving closer to me. She looked at me. Her eyes were begging me to go along with it. I nodded gently, but had a problem not bursting into laughter after our earlier talk.

"Oh," Timmy said, frowning. "Sorry."

"No worries," I smiled and he drifted away.

"Thanks," Megan sighed when he was gone. She pulled away too.

"Timmy's a nice guy," I said. "Why not dance with him?"

"I told you," she shrugged. "I'm not in the mood to deal with men today."

"And yet, here you sit with me," I teased.

"We're just friends," she said. 

"Oh no!" I groaned, hiding my smile. "Don't tell me I've become the safe guy girls like to hang out with?"

"Don't worry," she replied, looking over my shoulder. "It looks like Cindy James is giving you the eye. I'm sure she won't think you're safe if you want to go over there and talk to her."

"No thanks," I said quickly.

"Why not?" Megan asked. 

"Well, for one thing, Cindy's a bitch," I replied.

"True," Megan laughed. "What else?"

"I'm not in the mood to pick up a girl tonight," I shrugged. "I'd rather just hang out with a friend."

"Oh no!" she cried, using my earlier tone. "Don't tell me I've turned into the girl that guys just want to be friends with?"

"I'm sorry, but it's true," I teased.

"Jerk!" she cried, but she was also laughing.

"Hey Megan," a guy I didn't know well said as he walked up. I couldn't help it. I grinned the entire time he hit on her and was shot down.

"Are you having fun?" she asked in annoyance when the guy left.

"More than I expected," I replied, but then saw her expression and quickly added, "Although this could get old after a while." 

"You think?" she asked rhetorically.

"You want to leave?" I asked. She frowned for a moment.

"Not really," she replied. "How about we act like boyfriend and girlfriend while we're here."




Just Friends



"To keep the vultures away?" I asked.

"Exactly!" she smiled, and then added quickly, "And lets stop with the brother and sister talk. It's getting old."

"I don't know," I frowned. "I mean, it is Valentine's Day and all. Guys are going to come and hit on you unless we're pretty obvious."

"A kiss should do it," she nodded.

"Kiss my sister?" I asked. "Ewe!"

"Grow up," she sighed. "Besides, if you do me this favor, I'll make sure the kiss will be anything but sisterly." 

"Really?" I asked my eyebrows rising.

"I promise," she laughed.

"Well, now that's interesting," I said. "I mean, just because we don't see each other that way, it doesn't mean I won't enjoy kissing a girl as pretty as you."

"Thanks," she said with a roll of her eyes. "And I guess I can survive a kiss with a good friend if it will keep the guys away."

"Don't bet on it," I said confidently. "I've been told my kisses are deadly."

"Prove it," she challenged.

"Come closer," I replied. Megan shifted her chair even closer than it was before. It was impossible for us to be this close and not touch.

"Well?" she asked, her face only inches from my own.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" I asked, surprising myself. "Do you think we can and still be friends afterward?"

"Of course," she smiled. "We'll be friends forever, no matter what happens."

"And you know this how?" I asked.

"I just do," she shrugged.

"You know, I think you're right," I smiled and leaned into her.

Out lips toughed gently, tentatively at first. We pulled away and looked at each other in surprise. Maybe we didn't love each other, but there was a spark there. I kissed her again, more firmly this time. Her lips were soft. I tilted my head slightly and kissed more hungrily. Our tongues slipped into each other's mouths and danced as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

"Wow!" Megan said when we finally pulled apart.

"That was certainly no sisterly kiss!" I said, shaking my head to gather my wits.

"Whatever else," she smiled. "It should keep the guys away for at least a little while."

"You're probably right," I said, wondering how I was going to convince her to kiss me again. Friend or not, her kisses were amazing. I wanted another one. Hell, I needed another one! My mind raced trying to come up with a reason.

We finished our drinks and ordered another round. There was an awkward silence. I don't know what she was thinking, but my thoughts were all focused on one thing. I thought about telling her some guy was making his way over and quickly steeling another kiss before she could look to see, but it was a silly plan.

"Would you mind kissing me again?" Megan asked, surprising me and pulling me from my thoughts.

"Pardon?" I asked.

"I asked if you would kiss me like that again," she replied. "It's okay if you don't want to."

"Oh, I want to," I said quickly. "I'm just not sure why you want to as well."

"Probably for the same reason that you want to kiss me again," she smiled.

"You've fallen madly in love with me from one kiss?" I asked.

"Technically, it was actually two kisses," she replied with a laugh. "And no, that's not what I meant."

"Good," I smiled after a moment's hesitation. "So then why?" She looked at me and tilted her head. Her eyes seemed to be staring through me for a moment. I looked back at her until she spoke.

"We've been friends for almost four years now," she replied. "We were always oddly close considering."

"True," I smiled. 

"But both of us know we're not in love," she continued. "Right?"

"Right," I replied, knowing that was what she needed to hear. She nodded slowly.

"But I think that kiss moved us to another level of friendship," she added. "I can't explain it, but I feel like I can tell you anything now."

"You always could," I replied and oddly, it was true.

"I think a part of me knew that," she smiled. "But the kiss just solidified it."

"Okay, so what deep and dark secret do you want to share?" I asked.

"Just that girls aren't really that different than boys," she replied.

"Meaning?" I asked.

"Why did you want to kiss me again?" she asked in reply.

"Because it felt good," I shrugged.

"Exactly," she smiled.

"You mean girls get horny too?" I joked, swallowing a little harder than usual. I'd never talked to Megan like this.

"When we're kissed like that we do," she replied.

"Nice to know," I grinned stupidly.

"Well?" she asked.

"Well what?"

"Will you kiss me again?" she asked with forced patience.

"Oh!" I laughed embarrassingly. "Sorry."

She started to respond, but I stopped her by pulling her lips to mine once again. I lost track of time for a while.

"Maybe you two want to go find someplace more secluded?" the bartender asked, interrupting us. I laughed and blushed. Poor Megan looked mortified.

"Sorry," I said between laughs as he grinned and walked down toward the other side of the bar.

"Let's go!" Megan said quickly and stood.

"What? Where?" I asked.

"Anywhere!" she cried. "I'm so embarrassed!"

"It was just a kiss," I shrugged, but I stood. 

"Just a kiss?" she asked in amazement.

"Okay, a extremely passionate kiss," I replied.

"Jerry, you pulled me out of my chair and hugged me close as we kissed," she said.

"So?" I shrugged as I followed her out of the bar. My memory was a bit vague about exactly what we did. Megan's kisses did something to me that made it extremely hard to focus on anything but the feel of her lips against mine.

"Jerry, we were grinding against each other pretty aggressively," she said. I looked at her in surprise, but as I replayed what happened I realized she was correct.

"Hmm, that explains it," I said as we stood on opposite sides of my car.

"What?" she asked over the hood.

"Why it was so uncomfortable to stand afterward," I grinned and got into the car.

Megan was shaking her head and blushing again, but she was also smiling. I pulled out of the parking lot and started making my way home.

"What time are you expected home?" I asked.

"Not for a while yet," she replied. "My parents are pretty mellow about curfew as long as I let them know I'm okay."

"I wish mine were that way," I sighed. "My mom is a stickler for curfew. Five minutes late and I'm grounded. I can't wait until college next year."

"What time is your curfew?" Megan asked.

"I have to be home by eleven," I smiled.

"That's fifteen minutes from now," she frowned as she looked at me grinning dumbly. "Are you smiling because you're happy you'll be rid of me soon?"

"What?" I asked in surprise. "No!"

"Then why?" she asked.

"Well, because my parents are away this weekend and my little brother is sleeping over a friends house," I replied. "As long as I'm home when they call and check in with me at eleven, we can hang out as long as you want."

"Hang out?" she asked with a raised eyebrow. She was smiling again. "Don't you mean make out?"

"That too!" I laughed. "If you want."

"Oh, I want," she admitted. "I haven't kissed a guy since Matthew and I broke up."

"Horny little wench, aren't you?" I teased.

"Jerk!" she snapped, but she was smiling too.

"That's not a denial," I said. She looked at me and shrugged. I started drvinig faster.

We arrived at my house just before eleven. I got up some drinks and put on the television. We sipped and sat, waiting.

"This is good," she said in surprise.

"It's my parents favorite drink," I said. "Be careful. It has a kick to it that sneaks up on you." It was only a couple of minutes before my mother called. I picked it up on the second ring.

"Hey mom," I said into the line. Megan was watching me with a smile.

"Yep, I'm home," I said, watching Megan make faces at me. I shook my head and rolled my eyes.

"I'm glad you're having a good time," I said into the phone, responding to my mother. "Oh, the party was okay, but I bumped into an old friend and we went out afterward. That was actually a lot of fun."

"Are you going to talk her ear off?" Megan teased softly. I covered the receiver as I fought hard not to laugh.

"Shh!" I snapped.

"Well, do you want to make out or not?" she grinned. I shook my head.

"Sorry mom, what did you say?" I asked once I was in control of myself again. "Oh, it was Megan. You remember her."

"Yes mom, I know she's a nice girl," I said, rolling my eyes again. "Mom can we talk about this when you get home tomorrow? It's late and I want to go to bed."

"Don't get your hopes up," Megan grinned.

"Goodbye mom," I said quickly into the receiver, hung up and started laughing.

"What?" I grinned. "You don't want to make what I said a lie, do you?"

"We're here to hang out," she said. I looked at her and she laughed and added, "Okay, and maybe make out a little too, but that's all!"

"Relax," I said. "I'm not going to force you to do anything you don't want to."

"It's not just you I'm worried about," she admitted.

"Really?" I asked.

"Really," she replied. "I told you, girl's aren't that different than boys. We're just brought up differently and I've drank just enough to forget about those differences."

"So, if we think the same," I grinned. "Then right now you're wondering what I look like with my clothes off?" 

"Actually," she said, looking at me sexily. "I'm wondering if that bulge I rubbed against in the bar is really as big as it seemed."

"Wow!" I cried, causing her to grin.

"How do you like it?" she asked. "You think girls can't say perverted things too?"

"I didn't even think you thought them!" I laughed.

"You have no idea," she said, looking at me hungrily.

"Let's go to my room," I said, no longer laughing.

"We shouldn't," she replied.

"Why not?" I asked. "It will just be some fun between friends."

"And you have this kind of fun with your other friends?" she asked. "Is Greg..."

"Don't even go there!" I snapped, causing her to laugh.

"Jerry, seriously," she said afterward. "I'm not sure we should take this any further. "

"Weren't you the one who said a kiss wouldn't end our friendship?" I asked.

"This will be a bit more than a kiss," she answered.

"I know we don't love each other, but I have a feeling we'll be great in bed together. I want you," I replied carefully. "But if you really want to stop now, I'll deal." She looked at me carefully for almost a full minute.

"Thanks," she finally said, and then pulled out her phone. I grabbed her hand before she dialed.

"I did mention I wanted you, right?" I asked. "I mean a lot!" She laughed and pulled away from me.

Megan texted someone quickly and then dialed another number. She waited, still looking at me the whole time. 

"Hello mommie," she said into the phone. "I'm going to sleep over Tina's tonight if that's okay?"

I smiled widely. In fact, it must have been very widely because Megan shook her head and fought hard against laughing.

"Thanks mommie," she said, hanging up and looking at me expectantly.

"You need a ride to Tina's?" I asked, unable to resist.

"Sure," she shrugged. "Or we could kiss again."

"Hmm, tough decision," I frowned.

"Keep this up and maybe I'll sober up quickly and start remembering the lessons my mother taught me about how to be a good girl," she said pointedly.

"Sorry," I said, leaning into her and kissing her. Our bodies seemed to fit together very nicely. Megan ground her hip gently against my cock again and this time I noticed. It felt amazing! I let my hands drop to her ass and squeezed. We stood like that for quite a while.

"Now this could become addictive," I said, pulling away.

"What now?" she asked hungrily. I looked at her carefully.

"Megan, I've slept with exactly two girls before tonight," I began, surprised I was telling her this. "The first was a bit of a fiasco. We were both really horny and ended up doing it on her parent's couch while they were supposedly asleep in their bedroom. We'd nearly got caught. I'm not sure if we didn't in the end, because the girl stopped dating me right afterward."

"It could be she was just disappointed afterward," Megan grinned. She was clearly a little confused at why I was telling her this and trying to make light of the situation. 

"Maybe," I smiled. "It was my first time after all."

"I doubt that was the reason," she said more seriously. "No guy who kisses like you do can be that bad."

"Thanks," I smiled. "It was much better with the second girl. Of course, it wasn't great either. She only liked to have sex in the dark. "

"Why are you telling me this?" Megan finally asked.

"Because I want it to be great for you," I replied honestly. "I think we're close enough, especially after tonight, to be more open with each other than I've ever been with another girl. I'm willing to try anything you might like."

She stood there looking at me in silence for a bit. My heart was beating pretty hard. I wasn't sure why I'd said what I did. Oh, I know I said it because it was the truth. I was just surprised that I was willing to open up to her so much.

"I only ever slept with Matthew," she said slowly. She also blushed, but didn't stop. "We were together a long time and did a bit more than you and your girlfriends, but not that much more." 

"So, you agree?" I asked. "We'll be open and honest with each other?"

"Why not," she smiled slowly. "After all, this isn't love. We're just friends and friends help each other. There's none of that confusing love stuff to get in the way."

"Yep," I smiled. "You do you best to bring me pleasure and I'll do mine to do the same for you."

"Now that sounds like it might lead to some pretty amazing possibilities," she laughed. I joined her and took her hand. I led her to my bedroom. We stopped when we were beside my bed.

"I want to undress you," I said. "If that's okay?"

"Sure," she said nervously. "I guess."

I started unbuttoning her top. The blouse was pretty, but what was under it was much better. 

"No bra I see," I smiled.

"I don't have much to hold up," she blushed self-consciously. 

"Okay," I said seriously, taking a step back. "They'll be none of that."

"What?" she asked.

"Cutting yourself up," I said. "You're a beautiful woman. I can see that and you should be able to as well."

"I'm not ugly," she admitted softly.

"You're beautiful," I insisted.

"You're crazy," she frowned.

"Maybe, but that doesn't mean I'm wrong," I said firmly.

"So, it doesn't bother you that I'm flat chested?" she asked.

"Actually, I wasn't as focused on the size of your breasts as I was on the sight of your nipples," I replied.

"What?" she asked, blushing again.

"You know, you're being awfully shy considering how blunt you were before about wondering at my size," I smiled.

"Not shy," she replied. "Self conscious."

"Well stop it," I laughed, reaching out and brushing one of her nipples with my finger.

"You're not making it easy," she laughed in return.

"You have no reason to be self conscious," I said. "You're body is amazing."

"Thanks," she smiled slowly. I could see her relaxing slightly. "Do you mind if I help you take off your shirt?"

"Not at all," I said. I had to do the bulk of the real work, but she did help.

Afterward she looked at me and smiled as she reached out and started undoing my belt and pants. She pushed them down leaving me in only my underwear.

"I think it's time you took off the rest of your clothes," I said, sitting back on the bed and watching her.

"You mean like this?" she teased, unbuttoning her pants and pushing them down, but only to her hips. 

"That look very enticing," I said, letting my hunger show. Megan smiled and moved closer. She raised her arms, giving me access. I reached up and pulled her pants past her hips. They fell to the floor, leaving her only in her panties.

"Now what?" she smiled sexily.

"Well," I grinned. "I guess it's time to see if you're a true strawberry blond."

"Of course I am you jerk!" she laughed, but she let me pull down her panties. Megan had a thin patch of hair between her pale legs. The sight literally made my mouth water.

"So you are," I said hungrily. Megan eyes lit when she saw my desire. I smiled and added, "I guess it's time you find out if I am as big as you thought I might be after grinding against me."

"Please," Megan said softly.

I stood and pushed my underwear down. My cock was pretty hard from watching and helping Megan strip. It literally popped free of my underwear.

"Yummy!" she said, causing us both to laugh.

"Not disappointed I see," I smiled. "That's a relief."

"Maybe for you," she grinned. "But I have to fit that inside of me eventually!"

"Saying stuff like that isn't going to make it any smaller you know," I teased.

"How about doing this?" she asked, taking my cock in her hand and stroking it gently. 

"That's definitely not going to make it smaller," I laughed.

"Actually, it's getting longer," she said, moving close to me. "A lot longer."

"It's all your doing," I shrugged, and then leaned down and kissed her. Megan started stroking my cock more firmly.

Her nipples hardened and pushed into my chest. It felt surprisingly good. So did her ass as I squeezed it.

"Good thing you're a butt man," she giggled a moment later.

"I told you, know more putting yourself down," I said seriously.

"Who's putting herself down?" she argued. "I don't have big breasts, but I do have a nice ass."

"That you do," I smiled. "But I still think you're underestimating your breasts. You're nipples feel very nice against me."

"Good," she smiled. "Because I'm going to tell you another secret. I like them played with."

"Like this?" I asked, pulling back and taking one nipple in my hand. I rolled the long nub between my fingers.

"Exactly like that!" she moaned, reaching out with her other hand and cupping my balls as she continued to stroke my cock.

I used my free hand on her other nipple. She gasped out and looked at me hungrily. Our lips locked as we worked each other's bodies.

"I bet you that I can make you cum first?" she grinned, stroking my cock harder.

"We'll see," I said, and then surprised Megan by lifting her and dropping her onto my bed. I followed right behind her. 

I lay next to her, but refused to let her move off of her back. I kissed her roughly and used one hand on her nipple again. This only lasted a few minutes before I let my hand to drift lower. Two fingers pushed through her soft nest of hair.

"Hey!" she gasped. "That's cheating!"

"Is it?" I grinned, rubbing her pussy on the outside until it became soaked.

"Wow!" she cried a moment later. "That feels so good!"

"Good enough to make you cum?" I grinned, kissing her again.

"Not yet," she said once she was able to talk again. I smiled down at her and then kissed my way down her face and neck to her breasts. 

Her nipples were standing up. They were long and thick. I took one of them into my mouth and sucked. I heard her moan. Megan's pussy became even more soaked. I gently pushed two fingers into her.

"Oh fuck!" she gasped out. "You're going to win!"

"I know," I smiled and bit down gently on the nipple in my mouth.

Megan screamed and came. She lifted her hips off of the bed as I worked her hard with my fingers. Her juices sprayed from her pussy, making the room smell amazing.

"I still think you cheated," she said after a few minutes. She was clearly spent and I felt amazingly good considering I hadn't cum yet.

"If you say so," I shrugged.

"But that felt so good that I guess I should thank you for it," she laughed.

"You're welcome," I smiled contently.

"Oh no," she said, shifting and sitting up in bed. "That's not the kind of thank you I meant."

"Really?" I grinned. "What do you have in mind?"

"Let me show you," she said, leaning over me and taking my cock into he mouth. All I could see was the back of her head, but it felt very good. We lay that way for a while. I rubbed her back and ass.




Just Friends



"Maybe you were right," I said softly. "Maybe I am an ass man."

"Oh you are," Megan laughed pulling free of my cock and looking at me. "But I want to make you cum this way before we discuss that. What can I do to make it better?"

"It felt very good," I said. "But I want to watch you as you do it."

"Is that all?" she grinned and shifted so that she was lying between my legs. She looked up at me and put my cock back into her mouth. I groaned. She smiled knowingly. "It's the eye contact, isn't it?"

"Can you blame me?" I groaned. "They're such beautiful eyes!"

"Maybe," she admitted. "But that's not the reason. Or at least not the full reason."

"Then what is?" I asked.

"It's my desire," she smiled. "It shows in my eyes."

"And what exactly do you want?" I groaned as she licked the head briefly. 

"To make you cum!" she cried. "To make you cum harder than you ever have before!"

"Oh fuck!" I gasped, grabbed her head and forcing it down on my cock. 

Megan, the quiet and seemingly shy girl I knew as a friend, sucked my cock for all she was worth as I fucked her mouth. I don't know whose grin was wider when I finally let loose. I lost track of things for a while. All I could feel was Megan drinking my juices.

"Wow," I said a few minutes later when I could talk again. "I may have made you cum first, but you definitely gave me the best orgasm of my life."

"Really?" she asked with a smile. I nodded. Her smile turned into a grin and she added, "Cool!"

"Of course," I said, sitting up and looking at her. "Now I have to return the favor."

"And how do you purpose doing that?" she smiled.

"That's easy," I replied. "I figured you'd tell me."

"And if I don't?" she asked.

"Well then," I smiled. "I figured I'd try this!"

I shifted until I was between Megan's legs. She spread them wide and smiled. I think she thought I was going to push in with my cock, but I wasn't ready yet, not after such an amazing orgasm. Besides, I always wanted to try something I saw in a porn movie once. I moved down and kissed her pussy.

"Hey!" she cried in shock. "What are you doing?"

"I want to make you cum this way," I said, looking up at her. "Of course, I have no idea what I'm doing, so you'll have to help."

"Help?" she asked. "I have no idea how to help. No one has done this to me before."

"It's simple enough," I smiled. "For instance, does this feel better or this?" I kissed her wet pussy lips and then licked them.

"They both felt good," she moaned. "But the second was better."

"Ah," I said, licking up and down the length of her pussy a few times. I was more than satisfied when her pussy opened ever so slightly and a small amount o juice slipped out. I went after tit hungrily, which of course caused more to appear. The smell and taste were maddening, but in a good way. Hell, a great way!

"Lick here!" she demanded, showing me what she wanted.

"Why there?" I asked in curiosity.

"Just because," she said, but I stopped and looked up at her.

"Tell me," I demanded.

"It's where I rub when I'm bringing myself off," Megan replied quickly, reaching out and pulling my mouth back to her pussy. I resisted a moment longer.

"Why didn't you just say so?" I grinned and attacked the place she pointed out.

"Oh my God!" she cried. "That feels so good!"

"Remind me that I want to watch you take care of yourself one day," I said, looking up into her eyes.

"Don't stop!" she gasped, but then my words sunk in and she added, "You want to watch me masturbate?"

"Absolutely!" I grinned, teasing her pussy with my mouth for a second. "I'm sure it's hot as hell!" Megan looked at me a moment longer before shaking her head.

"Well, either stop talking and finish me or you'll get to watch right now!" she cried. "I'm close!"

"You mean like this?" I asked, attacking her clit. Megan cried out and watched me. I refused to break eye contact.

"You want me to cum for you!" she gasped. "I can read it in your eyes!"

"More than that!" I gasped. "Look into my eyes and see what I really want!" She did and moaned loudly.

"You want to drink my pleasure!" she moaned. "You want to taste my depths! You want my cum!"

"Yes!" I growled, licking her clit hard and fast.

Megan had her fingers intertwined in my hair. She pulled my face roughly against her pussy and cried out.

"I'm cumming!"

I licked and sucked for all I was worth until she was completely done. I swallowed as much of her juices as I could get. She shivered and shook for quite some time.

"I guess that wasn't bad for a first time," I smiled, wiping my face.

"Not bad?" she asked in amazement. "I never thought anything could feel that good!"

"Let me tell you," I smiled. "It tasted even better!"

"Doubtful," she disagreed.

"Here," I said, surprising her with a wet kiss. "Hey!" she cried, pushing me away and wiping her mouth.

"See?" I asked.

"No, I don't see," she frowned.

"Really? You don't like it?" I asked in surprise. "But it tasted so amazing."

"And I supposed that if I kissed you after making you cum in my mouth you would have liked it?" she asked.

"Yuk!" I frowned. "It's not the same thing at all! You tasted amazing!"

"Actually," she laughed. "You didn't taste half bad yourself."

"But you didn't like the taste of yourself?" I asked. She looked at me oddly for a moment.

"You know, I really never thought I'd be this comfortable with a guy," Megan said. "Not even with the guy I married!"

"It is weird," I grinned.

"Weird?" she asked. "Did we not actually talk about me masturbating for you in the middle of that?"

"You ready to show me now?" I grinned.

"Pervert!" she snapped, but then laughed. "I'm guess that makes me one too."

"Getting back to that," I said. "Do you really dislike your own taste?"

"No," she admitted, blushing slightly. "But I don't like it like you do!"

"Fair enough," I said pulling her into another kiss. We lay in bed together making out and caressing each other for quite some time.

"It's time," I smiled, sitting up.

"For what?" she asked with an answering smile.

"For you to play with yourself," I replied.

"I can't do that!" she cried, clearly embarrassed.

"Why not?" I asked.

"You wouldn't mind masturbating in front of someone else?" she asked.

"I never masturbate," I said with a straight face. She didn't buy it.

"A guy with a thing that big wouldn't be able to keep his hands off it," she grinned.

"Am I really that big?" I asked in curiosity. 

"Yes," she admitted with a smile. "You're at least two inches bigger than Matthew. Your bigger around too."

"Cool," I smiled. "Of course, for all I know, Matthew could be a shrimp."

"He's not," Megan said. "I only slept with him, but I've done some stuff with other guys."

"Really?" I asked with a raised eyebrow. She refused to back down.

"Really," she said. "Besides, it's true what people say, girls talk. You're a lot bigger than average."

"Stop!" I grinned. "My head is swelling!"

"Which one?" she asked straight-faced. I burst out laughing.

"With you?" I asked rhetorically. "Both!"

"Hmm, interesting," she said. "You know, I'm willing to masturbate for you if you do it for me?"

"You first," I said quickly, causing her to laugh.

"No, together," she insisted.

"Are you serious?" I asked.

"You're the one who started this," she shrugged. We were both sitting facing each other. Megan's hand drifted down between her legs, but she didn't touch herself, at least not yet.

"I did," I said thoughtfully. "Didn't I?"

"Yes," she said. "And the thought of watching you stroking that monster of yours right in front of my is making me wet already."

"I can smell it," I smiled, making her blush again. She opened her mouth to respond, but I leaned forward and kissed her. It was just enough to spike my passion to the level it needed to be. I took my cock in my hand and started stroking it as I sat back. 

Megan's eyes went big when she saw. I was stroking slowly, ready to stop very quickly based on what happened next. I needn't have worried.

"Oh, I'm seriously going to like the way this friendship is developing!" Megan said excitedly before pushing the fingers of one hand through her thin nest of hair.

"Pinch one of your nipples!" I demanded, picking up the pace of my stroking. 

Megan's eyes were only half open as she did what I asked. I watched her bringing herself off. I took note of how she was rubbing her pussy and playing with her nipples for later use. Despite her glazed look I knew she was watching me just as intently. Our orgasms built together very quickly.

"Jerry!" she gasped.

"Yes?" I panted.

"I know you want to watch me cum like this," she got out. "But I really need to feel you inside of me!"

"Oh thank God!" I cried and literally jumped on top of her. 

My lips found hers and we kissed like mad. I felt Megan's small hand take hold on my rock hard cock and direct it to her pussy. She rubbed it up and down a few times to get the head wet.

"I'm ready," she said, looking up into my eyes. The emotions there were extremely complex. I didn't bother analyzing them. I simple stared back and let her see what I was feeling.

I pushed in slowly. I didn't have a choice. Megan was very tight and I didn't want to hurt her.

"Oh fuck!" she gasped when the head of my cock finally pushed passed her entrance. "And you were wondering how big you are! You're going to split me open before we're done!"

"You want me to stop?" I asked in concern.

"No!" she moaned. "Just kiss me!"

It took quite a while before I was completely inside of Megan. My lips were raw from kissing, but that didn't stop me from continuing as I slowly began working my cock in and out of her pussy. She rapped her legs around my waste and squeezed.

"Can I come in you when it's time?" I asked.

"If you dare try and pull out I may kill you!" she growled. "I'm on the pill. Besides, I want to feel your cum fill me! This is going to be the best orgasm of my life. I just know it!"

"Our lives," I grunted.

I looked into Megan's eyes. Her hunger was there and it did things to me I can't explain, not that she couldn't see the same need in mine. It was equally as intense and we seemed to feed off of each other.

"Oh Jerry, you're so big!" she gasped out a few minutes later as I stroked in and out of her.

"Megs, your pussy is a fiery, molten furnace!" I growled, quickening my pace.

"Shove your iron hard cock all the way in!" she cried.

"Fuck yeah!" I cried, thrusting as hard and as deep as I could.

Our lips were welded together as our orgasms took us. I filled Megan's tight pussy with everything I had left. Her juices sprayed from her pussy and covered both our thighs. I'm not sure how long it lasted. I rolling off of her after ward and lay on my back. Megan rested her head on my shoulders. That's the last thing I remembered for a while.

I woke up slowly the next morning. Megan was still sleeping on my shoulder. I lay there watching her contently for quite some time. She eventually woke up and smiled up into my face. I was about to kiss her when she noticed the time.

"I have to get to Tina's," she said, getting out of bed quickly. "My father is supposed to pick me up in a half hour."

"You might want to shower first," I grinned.

"Just as long as you stay here," she said seriously. "I don't have the time before I need to go. Besides, we need to talk about what happened and what's going to happen from this point forward."

"True," I frowned, getting up. "You use the shower in the hall. I'll use my parents'."

Fifteen minute later we were in my car making our way to Tina's house. I had a little time to think about the night before, but it didn't help.

"Megan," I finally said. "Are you okay with what happened last night?"

"The sex was amazing," she said slowly, but then smiled and added, "And I think I'd like to still be able to talk to you like this."

"I'd like that too," I smiled.

"We're not boyfriend and girlfriend," she continued. "So I think we should be careful about getting together."

"But you still want to, right?" I asked.

"Please!" she laughed. "Do you really think I could keep away from you after what happened? I'll be sore for days, but it was so worth it!"

"Thanks," I smiled. "And I feel the same way."

"I know," she grinned. "You're a guy after all."

"Weren't you the one that said guys and girls are the same?" I teased.

"Shh! That was our little secret," she said. "And I hope you're not going to be throwing that up into my face all the time now."

"Only when we're alone," I laughed.

We fell silent for the rest of the trip to Tina's. It wasn't very long. We arrived and Megan looked at me.

"You want to kiss too, don't you?" I asked.

"Of course," she smiled. "But we can't."

"I disagree," I said suddenly. "I mean, I know we don't love each other, but why not date? It's not like we have someone else in our lives."

"And then we can kiss without confusing everyone," she smiled.

"Well, except ourselves," I laughed.

"Wait a second," she said quickly. "I think it's important that we don't get confused either. The sex was good, great even."

"Amazing actually," I put in, causing her to smile.

"Okay, amazing," she continued. "But sex isn't love. We're just friends and when the time comes to end this because one of us finds someone we want to date, the other will understand and move on."

"But we'll stay friends," I half stated and half asked.

"Of course," she smiled.

"Good!" I laughed. "Now kiss me."

She did and it was just as amazing as the first time.

~~~~~~~~~~

I looked and saw Megan's car in front of her house. I'd driven around for while thinking about our first time together. It was great and I'd miss Megan if now was the time to break it off, but I had to be fair to her and Greg. He clearly liked her and I'd remembered her interest in him on Valentine's Day. I knew staying with Megan and not telling her about how Greg felt was wrong, selfish even.

Instead of going in, I called her on her cell. She answered, seemingly honestly happy to hear my voice. I told her I was outside and was wondering if she could come for a ride. She agreed easily enough and came out not long afterward smiling, however she saw my face and stopped instantly.

"What's wrong?" she asked as she got into the car.

"Nothing really," I answered.

"Bull," she said succinctly.

"True," I laughed. "Let me tell you about a crazy idea Greg came up with earlier in the week."

"I'm listening," she said carefully, so I explained his idea.

"Do you want to do it?" she asked after I was done.

"He sounds pretty crazy about you," I sighed. "If you think it's possible to love him, then I don't want to stand in your way. We always said we were just friends and that we'd have to stop dating when one of us found someone else who we might actually love."

"And you'd date Jen?" she asked. 

"She's more my type," I answered, but I knew the real answer was no, although I wasn't sure why. It just didn't feel right.

"Drop me off home," she said. "Let me think about it over night."

"Sure," I said. "We can meet for breakfast, at the normal place."

She nodded and left my car without looking at me. I suddenly felt like a heel and I wasn't sure why. All I was trying to do was step out of the way of true love. What Megan and I had was purely physical. Okay, we were friends too, but there was more to love than that, right?

I was pulling up to the curb of my house when I realized she hadn't given me a kiss goodbye. It was the first time since we started dating. I missed it. I missed it a lot.

I didn't sleep well that night. In fact, I didn't sleep at all and I wasn't sure why. Was I really that selfish that I wanted Megan to stay in a loveless relationship just because the sex was good? What an ass!

I took a shower early and ate something. It went down like lead, but it was still better than having an empty stomach. I didn't eat much though because Megan and I were supposed to meet at ten. I wondered around the house for a couple of hours. My mother saw me and frowned.

"What's with you?" she asked.

"Megan and I might be breaking up," I answered.

"Really?" she asked in surprise. "I thought you two made a nice couple."

She was not helping. I nodded and went out to my car and pulled away from the curve. I arrived at the diner forty minutes early. I was surprise to see Megan's car there already. I walked in and saw her at our table. She looked amazing as always. 

"Hey, you're early," I smiled half heartedly as I walked up.

"You too," she replied. 

"So, have you thought about it?" I asked nervously, not bothering to clarify. She knew what I was talking about.

"Yes," she replied. "And although Greg seems nice, I don't want to date him."

"Oh, okay," I said calmly, but on the inside I was grinning ear to ear. "You doing anything after this? Maybe we could go to a movie or something?"

"Jerry, I think it's time we broke up," she interjected.

"What? Why?" I frowned. "I don't see the point if you're not interested in Greg."

"But you are interested in Jen," she replied.

"Not really," I said a little too quickly. 

"Dating sounded like a good idea when we first agreed," she said. "But it's lasted far longer than I think either one of us expected. We've become comfortable with the way things are and with school ended soon, I think that's a mistake."

"Oh," I said, not sure what else to add. I thought did come to mind though. "What about prom?"

"I don't think so," she said, not really looking at me. "Maybe you can get another date before then."

"Maybe," I agreed.

"You two ready to order?" our normal waitress asked as she walked up.

"I'm not feeling well," Megan said suddenly. "I'm going home."

"Goodbye," I said, watching her go and not sure what to do about it.

"You didn't break up with her here, did you?" the waitress asked in annoyance.

"No," I answered. "She just broke up with me."

"I'm sorry," the woman said, clearly a little embarrassment at her accusatory tone. "I'm surprised, you two look so well together."

"Yeah," I said and left quickly.

The next week went by slowly. I stayed home Monday and Tuesday. Megan was a no show Wednesday and Thursday. Friday was prom and they gave the seniors off.

Greg tried to bring up the switch again on Wednesday. I told him that I talked to Megan and she wasn't into him in that way. He seemed down and I couldn't blame him. Megan was quite a catch. 

I also told him that she broke up with me. He became oddly concerned for me considering how much he supposedly liked Megan. It took me a few hours to realize that I being an ass. Whatever else Greg was, he was a good friend. He knew I was hurting and he cared. 

I avoided him for the rest of the week because I didn't want to talk about Megan and he gave me my space. I hoped he would find the right girl one day. I hoped I would too.

"Jerry, your mom is worried," My dad said Friday morning before leaving for work.

"What about?" I asked.

"Why you of course," he smiled. "Otherwise why would I be talking to you about it?"

"Good point," I laughed. "I'm fine dad."

"She says that you and Megan broke up?" he asked.

"Yeah," I sighed. "We were always more friends than anything else. School's almost over. It was time to break up."

"Did Megan feel the same way?" he asked.

"Sure," I replied. "She's actually the one who broke it off in the end, but I don't blame her."

"I'm sorry," he frowned. "I know getting dumped can hurt."

"It's no big deal," I said. "It was sort of mutual anyway."

"No it wasn't," my father said knowingly. "I may not know about a lot of things, but I know you cared for her. You wouldn't have broken it off."




Just Friends



"I'll be fine dad," I said. He looked at me and then shrugged.

"We'll talk more when I get home from work," he said.

"Great," I mumbled.

I tried to go back to sleep, but it wasn't happening. My father's words kept repeating in my head. I took a shower, got dressed and left the house as quickly as I could. I wasn't sure where I was going in such a rush until I was parked in front of Megan's house. This time I got out of the car and went to the door. Megan's mother answered it.

"Hi," I said. "Is Megan home?"

"Hello Jerry," she said. "I'm sorry to hear that you two broke up."

"I was too," I sighed.

"Really?" Megan's mother asked. "I thought you were the one to bring it up?"

"Well, I guess I was in a way," I sighed. "But she's the one who decided."

"And you're here why?" the Megan's mother asked. I looked at her and froze for a moment.

'Why am I here?' I asked myself. The answer came with surprising ease. I laughed and shook my head.

"Jerry, are you okay?"

"I'm fine," I said to Megan's mother. "I just really need to talk to Megan."

"She told me not to accept any of your calls," the woman frowned, but then smiled and shrugged to herself. "But she didn't say not to let you in. She's upstairs in her room."

"Thanks," I smiled and nearly ran up the stairs. I was a man on a mission. I found Megan lying on her bed watching a soap opera rerun. 

"Hello beautiful, time to get out of bed!" I said as I entered.

"What are you doing here?" she asked in surprise.

"Oh, I'm here for a lot of reasons," I smiled. "Not the least of which is that you promised me we could still be friends after we stopped dating, and you haven't been friendly these last few days. Not that I was any better."

"Jerry, I don't..." she began, but I interrupted.

"Get up and out of bed!" I demanded. "It's a beautiful day and we've got stuff to do!"

"I'm not going anywhere," she said.

"Want to bet?" I asked, moving to her bed and lifting her out of it.

"Put me down!" she snapped.

"Of course," I smiled, but then took a moment to kiss her. 

"Stop that!" she cried.

"For now," I grinned. "And by the way, when's the last time you used a toothbrush?"

"You jerk!" she cried, but a moment later she laughed despite her annoyance.

"Go take a shower, brush you teeth and get dressed," I insisted. "Like I said earlier, we have stuff to do."

"And if I don't want to?" she asked. I looked at her and stopped smiling for a second.

"Just this once," I said slowly. "I don't care what you want. You're coming with me if I have to carry you kicking and screaming."

"You're serious," she said, looking at me in shock.

"Yes," I said seriously. "Yes I am. Don't worry. After today, you never have to see me again if you don't want."

"What are you talking about?" she frowned. "Who said anything about not wanting to see you again? We are friends after all."

"Then go get ready to go out," I said. "If for no other reason then a friend asked."

"Okay," she sighed. "But whatever you have in mind better be good. I was planning on one of those vegetable days."

"Just hurry," I laughed, shaking my head.

"Where are you going?" her mother asked a half hour later when Megan came down the stairs.

"Ask him," Megan snapped as she walked past us and went into the bathroom. "He won't tell me."

"And where are you taking my daughter?" her mom asked.

"The where doesn't matter," I shrugged. "I need to talk to her, alone." Megan's mother looked at me carefully for a few moments.

"Good luck," the woman finally said with a smile. "I don't know if it will work out, but I hope it does. She was very happy these last few months while she was dating you."

"I was too," I grinned.

"What are you two so happy about?" Megan asked as she joined us.

"I'm just happy to be getting the house to myself again," her mother replied. "You've been wondering around like a zombie this last week."

"Very funny," Megan said, blushing slightly.

"Let's go!" I cried. "Time's a flying."

"Oh brother," she said, rolling her eyes. I led her out and held the car door open for her. She shook her head and slid in. I went around the car and climbed in the driver's side. I started the car and pulled away from the curb. I went exactly one block and pulled over and parked across from a local park.

"You wanted to go to a park?" she asked in surprise.

"Nope," I smiled, and clicked the car locks down. I also took a moment to kiss her. She started to relax into it like I'd felt a thousands times before, but she stopped herself and pulled away.

"We can't do this. We're not dating anymore," she said.

"I was thinking about that," I said. "And I have to say, I'm glad you broke it off with me."

"Pardon?" she asked in confusion.

"You know, we starting this whole dating this with a promise that we'd be friends first and always be honest with each other," I said. "And you've been lying to me from the start."

"I have not!" she denied.

"Sure you have," I said calmly. "But don't feel bad. I was lying just as much as you."

"You did?" she asked in surprise. "About what?"

"First, tell me something," I said. "Am I really nothing more than a friend to you?" She looked at me a long time before answering.

"I think maybe you're my best friend," she finally got out.

"That's nice to know," I sighed. "But that's not what I mean."

"I'm sorry, I don't understand," she said with a shake of her head.

"Sure you do," I insisted. "You just don't want face it."

"What are you talking about?" she asked.

"Today, my father had one of those talks with me," I began. "He said my mom was concerned. We talked about our break up. He said it was obvious that I cared for you a lot and that I wouldn't have broken it off. I spend quite a while trying to figure out why he thought that. It came to me pretty suddenly in the end."

"You do realize you're talking in circles," Megan sighed.

"Maybe, maybe not," I shrugged. "But that's not really the point."

"You mean there is a point in here somewhere?" she asked sarcastically. 

"Of course," I smiled, taking her hand in mine. "Megs, I'm glad you broke it off because we should never have dated like that in the first place."

"You seemed to be enjoying it as much as me," she said defensively. 

"Of course," I said. "You're a great friend and the best sexual partner I could ever want, but that didn't make it right."

"Why not?" she asked. "It seemed good enough for you at the time."

"Can't you guess?" I asked.

"Will you please just make your point!" she snapped in frustration.

I swallowed hard. She wasn't going to make this easy. So be it.

"Megan, it was wrong because we went into it as friends and refused to let it go beyond that," I said slowly.

"Go beyond friends?" she asked. I could see the truth just beginning to dawn on her. She looked frightened, scared even. That was okay, so was I. 

"Megs," I began, but she cut me off.

"Don't!" she cried. "You'll ruin everything!"

"Megan," I said strongly. "I won't live a lie anymore. I love you and you need to know it."

"You love me," she said, shaking her head.

"I want to date you again," I added. "Only this time, I want to make room for love along with friendship and great sex."

"But I don't love you," she said, trying to pull her hand away from mine. I refused to let go.

"Of course you do," I insisted. "The question isn't whether you love me or not. It's whether you can face what you're feeling. Your break up with Matthew scared the hell out of you and you're afraid to open up to anyone again. I get that, but it's too late. I love you and you love me. All you can accomplish now by denying it is hurting us both."

"You're wrong!" she cried. "I do not love you!"

"If that's true," I argued gently. "Then why did you break it off? There was no reason."

"You wanted out," she said. "It was obvious that you were ready to move on."

"Bull," I snorted. "It damn neared killed me to bring up the idea, but I did it because I thought you had a right to happiness. I was blind to what I was feeling for you in some ways, but deep down I wanted to make you happy. I convinced myself that Greg might be the person to do that better than me."

"How was I supposed to know that?" she asked.

"You weren't," I replied. "But on the other hand, deep down you knew I didn't want out. In fact, I think you knew I wanted more and that's what scared you into breaking it off. By the same token, I think I knew on some level that you were afraid of falling in love again. That's why I denied my own feeling for so long."

"That's ridiculous!" she cried.

"Maybe," I shrugged. "But that doesn't mean it's not true." 

"What can I do to convince you that I don't love you?" she frowned.

"That's easy," I smiled. "Come to the prom with me."

"And that will convince you that I don't love you?" she frowned.

"Actually, I was hoping it would convince you of the opposite," I grinned.

"It won't," she insisted.

"Well then, maybe this will," I said, reaching for her. 

She reached for the door handle, but somehow missed. I smiled and pulled her to me. Megan fought briefly as our lips met. This time I let the full force of my passion and love come out. My tongue brushed her lips and she tensed in my arms for a moment before sobbing once and opening her mouth to me. The next few minutes blurred.

"Hey you two!" I heard someone say as there was a loud knocking on the window. I looked up to see a police officer standing there.

"Hello officer," I said. Megan turned beat red in embarrassment.

"Maybe you can find somewhere else a little more private for this?" he asked. "There is a park across the street with plenty of kids."

"Sorry," I smiled. "But she can't keep her hands off of me." He looked at the daggers Megan shot at me and laughed.

"Just move along," he sighed.

"Sure thing," I said, starting the car and quickly pulling away from the curve.

"I hope you're happy," Megan sighed. "Someone on the block will be sure to tell my parents."

"I am happy," I said. "Although not about that."

"Let me guess," she said sarcastically. "You're happy because you found your one true love in the whole wide world?"

"And she found me," I grinned. "Whether she wanted to or not."

Megan looked at me carefully while I drove. She didn't say anything for an awfully long time. 

"Say what's on your mind," I said seriously. "And be brutally honest. It's the only thing that will make this work in the end."

"You want brutal, fine," she said, looking at me angrily. I swallowed hard.

'Well, I did ask for it,' I thought.

"You were right, I do love you," she said. I started to smile, but she cried, "Don't you dare!"

"What not?" I asked. "It certainly seems like a happy moment to me."

"Because I'm scared!" she cried. "I'm scared half to death."

"Don't be," I smiled warmly as I took her hand and squeezed. "Trust me." She looked at me.

"I always have," she said, growing a little calmer. "only you should know one thing."

"What?" I asked. She looked at me in dead seriousness.

"If you ever even dream about leaving me and breaking my heart, I may actually kill you," she said. I had a hard time not laughing.

"Sounds fair enough," I got out. "And what about you leaving me?"

"Don't worry about it," she sighed. "This week was the worst in my life. It was even more painful than when Matthew and I broke up. I'm not going anywhere."

"Sure you are," I disagreed.

"Where?" she asked in confusion.

"To the prom of course," I grinned.

"Jerk!" she cried, but then burst out laughing. We were still holding hands and hers felt like heaven.

"Where to?" I asked. "We have a little time before we have to get ready for the prom."

"Well," she smiled. "Although I could kill you for saying it to the police officer, you weren't wrong. I really do have a problem keeping my hands off of you. Think we can find someplace to be alone?"

"That's my girl!" I laughed.

"Now and forever," I heard her say softly. 

She was smiling at me warmly. Our eyes met and my laughter died. There was friendship and passion there, but also something else, love.



Just Friends...?



Karen giggled wildly as she and her friend Nick stumbled into bed. The sounds of the party going on behind them were muted... mostly because the vast majority of people had already left. Fortunately, given her drunken state, she didn't have to drive anywhere since the party was at her and her roommate's house... and it also meant that she could offer Nick a bed to sleep in and since he was even more trashed than she was that was definitely a blessing. She hated to think that he'd try to drive and get himself hurt or into trouble... and it would be nice to have someone to sleep next to. 

Every once in awhile she just missed cuddling up to someone.

"Oh fuck, the light," she sighed, and she pushed herself up off the bed as Nick wormed to one side. Turning it off she stumbled back to the soft mattress and fell down.

"Mind if I take off my jeans?" slurred Nick.

Karen laughed, "Sure, as long as you're wearing something underneath them!"

"Uuummmm... boxers!" Nick said gleefully. Karen laughed. She pulled off her bra from underneath her t-shirt, thankful that she'd already changed pants so that she didn't have to deal with any other clothing now that there was someone else in the room with her. 

Definite foresight. 

Lying down, she scooted close to Nick and curled up on his shoulder. 

"Oooo that's dangerous you know," he teased, just as he had been doing all night.

"Oh shut it," she replied, laughing a little.

"No really," he said, his body tilting ever so slightly towards hers, a new kind of heat in his voice that she hadn't ever heard there before, "Dangerous..."

And as she turned her head to try to see the expression on his face from the dim light that was sneaking in past her curtains, Nick leaned forward and kissed her. Karen was rather in shock, and her lips parted automatically for him to deepen the kiss, even though her mind was saying 'What on earth?'... her body responded automatically. She kissed him back, the alcohol fizzing through her veins as she felt a sensation of tingling excitement between her thighs. 

He pulled away from her lips and began kissing down her neck. 

Sanity restored itself. 

"This is a bad idea," she said, and then gasped as his fingers stroked her side while he sucked lightly on her neck. 

"No it's not," his hand slid up her side to her breast and she stifled a moan. 

Sanity was beginning to get fuzzy. 

"This is a baaaaaaad idea," and yet she could feel his strong back muscles under her hand and she arched beneath him. Her mind knew it was a bad idea, although she couldn't quite articulate why, something to do with friendship and not wanting to ruin anything.

Something to do with the fact that he was good friends with her ex... something to do with the fact that they'd never been anything but very good friends and that things were good that way. 

Something to do with the fact that his hand was caressing her breast in a way that intoxicated her nearly as much as the alcohol in her system. 

"Or a really fantastic idea..." he murmured. Karen opened her mouth to protest, but then his mouth was on hers again and she was kissing him back hungrily, her hands clutching at his body and pulling him closer to her... she could feel his hard body sliding on top of hers, pressing between her legs. 

This time, when he pulled away from the kiss, she followed after him; following him with her lips.

"See?" his voice was low and sent a tremor down her spine.

She wanted to say something back, but then Nick was kissing her again and she felt her resistance melting.

"Wait, wait, wait," she gasped, pushing her hands against his chest. Nick pulled back, but his hand continued to play with her nipple, and their lower bodies pressed together as he leaned back to look at her. Fuck. 

"We're friends. This is going to mess things up. I don't want to hurt you... and I don't feel anything more than friendship for you." She very badly wanted it to happen. Her body was humming with need, and the way he was touching her was just exacerbating the problem in every way possible.

"No, no," he nuzzled her neck with his lips, "We have an understanding. We're friends. And this is still a fantastic idea."

"I -" he cut her off with another kiss.

"If you want me to stop, just tell me to."

Nick pulled off her shirt as Karen tried to get out her thoughts coherently, "It's not... I don't want you to stop exactly... it's just... oh fuck."

He laughed as his hand slid up her leg, into her boxers, and then he lowered his mouth to her nipples. The last bit of resistance vanished into nothing as her lower body moved upwards and thrust herself against him. As they moved against each other, she wasn't even aware of them taking off each other's clothes until they were completely naked and he'd moved down to begin licking up and down her slit.

Gasping, she clutched at the sheets as his tongue danced in her folds, one hard finger sliding into her body and pressing gently against her g-spot. 

"Oh god," she moaned, she'd heard Nick's reputation for being amazing in bed, but for some reason she'd never really thought about him like that at all. 

She was starting to think that she should have.

Everything was blending into one great vortex of pleasure, her body was writhing with excitement that she definitely never thought to feel at Nick's hands or lips. Time stretched, and then snapped into place as a rushing wave of pleasure shot through her body; her gasping moan told him where she was and his fingers pushed that one spot inside her body, turning her moan into a scream of ecstasy.

He began kissing up her stomach and breasts as she panted, her breathing slowly turning to normal. This time, when they came face to face, she didn't protest at all. Instead, she turned her lips up and they kissed deeply as he nudged between her legs, the wide head of his cock making her gasp as he began to enter her. 

"Oh god," she moaned into his mouth.

"What?" he asked, pulling away, buried only halfway inside her, "What's wrong?"

Karen laughed. 

"You're huge."

And she pulled his head down to meet her lips, her hips thrusting up to shove him further inside of her. Both of them gasped then, her tightness clasping him firmly; and then he was all the way inside of her. Holding still for a moment, just enjoying the sweet sensation of being buried inside of her body, Nick rubbed her breast with his hand as they kissed.

Then Karen moved underneath him, eager and ready... and he lost his patience.

She groaned, her hands clutching at his back as he began to thrust in and out of her; his muscles tight under her touch. Then he thrust all the way inside her and she gasped, tears sparking in her eyes as she whimpered an inadvertent:

"Ow!"

"Ow?" he asked.

"Too long," she moaned, "Just... slower..."

"I have a better idea," he said, and he rolled back, pulling her on top of him so that she was on top, with all the control over how deeply he entered her. Sighing softly, she moved gently, the memory of that sharp burst against her cervix making her nervous. But everything felt so good, he was so wide and deep inside her, she began moving more aggressively, her hips thrusting and circling over him. 

Nick pushed her to a sitting position, and she cried out in discomfort again... he was just too big for her to sit up straight on top of him.

"Sorry, sorry..." he muttered, pulling her down so that her face was nuzzled against his neck.

"Don't apologize," she said, "Just fuck me."

And with that she began to move on top of him again, rubbing gently and slowly, feeling him delving into her wetness as it squeezed him tightly, massaging his shaft as her lips caressed his neck. Running his hands up and down the smooth skin of her back, Nick groaned at her slow movements, impatient after the steady, aggressive thrusting she had been treating him to before.

"Got it." he said.

Karen found herself suddenly flipped over, Nick's cock still buried deep inside her, as he suddenly took total control again. She felt herself flood with wetness at his easy handling of her body, he made her feel so delicate and vulnerable and at the same time like she had nothing to fear from him, because he was in total control.

Nick thrust aggressively, making her moan and clutch at him... but he didn't hit her cervix once! Instead, it was like he'd figured out just how deeply he could go into her, just before that threshold of discomfort, and he stopped at that edge every time. She writhed beneath him in abject pleasure, her hips moving up to meet his with every plunge, his tight grip on her body making her moan uncontrollably.

As pleasure mounted in her body, Karen began to cry out louder and louder, her nails digging into Nick's shoulders and upper arms as she thrashed beneath him. He groaned as her tight pussy clasped him like a vise, excited by the amount of passion that he had elicited from her. 

Groaning loudly, Karen bit down on Nick's shoulder as she began to cum, feeling him swell even larger inside her, pulsing against her insides as they crossed the finish line together... their bodies were rigid and shuddering against each other, her teeth and nails digging into his flesh as he was pushed between her legs, emptying himself into her core. 

She shuddered in his arms, and then they both relaxed, his weight heavy and secure on top of her, her arms still holding her tightly. Whimpering a little as he shifted position, Karen turned her face up for a soft, sweet kiss.

"See?" Nick said, smiling as his lips lowered to hers again, "Not a bad idea at all."



Just Friends?



*This is my first story, hope you enjoy*

* * * * *

It was Friday night. He'd come over after school, to just chill, hang out. They'd been friends for about 3 years and they both had a love for Art House films. They would spend hours together, watching movies, talking about movies. Allie had told him that her parents had gone away for the weekend so he said he'd come over. They ordered pizza, and sat on the couch together, watching the movie in silence. Comfortable silence. She could hardly pay attention to the movie, she fantasised about him. Naked. Stroking her body, kissing her neck, sucking on her nipples until she cried out in orgasm...she felt her body becoming heated at the thought. She crossed her legs and cleared her throat.

"What's wrong?" He was staring intently at her face, eyebrows raised, with a hint of inquisition and cheekiness. "Don't you like sex scenes?" Her eyes shot to the screen, realising what was on it. She felt her face blushing. He must think I'm an idiot.

"No...Nothing, I was just..." She said, trailing off. How could she tell him she'd rather be fucking him than watching a movie. "I might just go get a drink, dyou want?" 

"Yeah, thanks."

She got up and went to the kitchen. She exhaled and leant against the fridge. Fuck. Why does he have to be so sexy? No. No. We can't do anything. We're friends. Why would he like me, for crying out loud? She walked over to the sink, and washed her face. The water felt so cold against her hot skin. "Fuck, this is so annoying..." 

"What's annoying?"

She jumped, hitting her hand on the tap. "Oowwww, fucking hell!" 

"Fucking hell Matt, you scared the crap outta me!" 

"Sorry, here let me take a look at that." He moved towards her, reaching for her hand. Clutching it between his own hands, he began stroking it. Fuck it felt good; she could feel her panties getting wet. He leant down and kissed her hand. 

"Feel better now?" 

"Yeah...thanks." She couldn't help being disappointed; she wanted him to keep touching her.

Shaking her head, she said: "Oh, I was getting a drink, wasn't I? What would you like?" 

"Water's fine."

She picked up a tissue and wiped the water from her face, then got two glasses out of the cupboard, and returned to the sink. But before she could turn on the faucet, she felt his two strong hands snake around her waist. She sucked in a breath, in both shock and arousal. His head was nestled at her neck, and he slowly began kissing her, licking her. She moaned. Her body arousing further to his touch.

He turned her around so she was facing him and looked deeply into her eyes. She could see her own lust mirrored back in his deep brown eyes.

"You're so sexy, Allie," he started, "I've liked you for so long, I wanna be with you."

She could hardly believe he was saying this; she looked away, face reddening.

"I never thought you'd like me," she said quietly, "I not beautiful like the other girls..."

"No, you're not, if anything, you're more beautiful. I find you irresistible.." and he lifted her face, gently, with his hand, and kissed her. He moved away a little, looking deep into her eyes. Slowly, slowly, they both moved forward, until their lips met in a tender soft kiss, filled with emotion. She ran her hands up his arms, stroking his taut, athletic biceps, and wrapped them around his warm neck. 

They finally pulled away, looking into each others very soul. They held each other for what seemed like an eternity, and she felt herself getting more and more aroused. She leant into him, and kissed him again, this time with increasing passion. He responded just as hungrily and pulled her hips into his increasing manhood. She moaned into his mouth as their tongues danced and wrestled together, the feelings washing over her. 

She removed her tongue from his mouth, took a step away and glanced down his body. Her eye ravenously took in what she saw. He wasn't fat, wasn't thin, just perfect, slightly meaty, but she loved that in guys. He was a great hug, a sexy hug. His now red lips, were so soft, his coffee brown skin looked inviting to her touch, she wondered if he had a hairy chest. Giggling, she thought that she'd probably find out soon. 

"What is my beautiful woman laughing at?" He asked, a smile creeping upon his lips. Grabbing her waist before she turned away. 

"Oh nothing," her eyes sparkling, giving him a cheeky grin "This is so amazing...you are so amazing. You've gotten me so hot, I think I should get that glass of water, but you look like you need a cold shower," glancing down at the now visible bulge in the front of his pants.

"What can I say? You turn me on. It's all your fault." He teased.

"My fault?", turning away, pretending to be annoyed, "Well if that's how you feel...", starting to walk away.

He grasped her wrist and pulled her back to him, planting his lips on hers. He kissed her with so much strength, that she could almost feel her lip bleeding. She eagerly kisses him back, savouring his taste. She slid her hand up under his t-shirt, feeling his chest for the first time. Mmmmm, he did have hair. Sexy. This seemed to have boosted his confidence, because she felt his large hand engulf her left breast over her shirt, kneading the soft flesh. He backed her up against the counter top, pinning her between his hardness and the hardness of the wood. She gasped and broke the kiss.

"Maybe we should take this elsewhere..."she whispered, breathless, lightly caressing his cock through his khakis. He started to say something, but choked at the words...

"Are...you...sure?" He stumbled.

"I've never been so sure of anything in my whole life..." she said quietly.

She grabbed his hand and pulled him upstairs. At the top of the stairs, he grabbed her and pushed her against the banister, tongue probing past her lips, searching for hers. He slowly started to un-do the buttons on the front of her shirt and kissed along her collarbone. His lips lightly caressed her now warm skin, causing her to stifle a loud moan. He looked up at her, whilst grabbing her hand, pulling her towards her bedroom.

"No, stop, I have a better idea." She injected, pulling him towards the bathroom.

She closed the door behind them, and almost as though he could read her mind, they both started hungrily pulling at each others clothes. Shoes, socks, shirt, skirt, they kissed passionately, only stopping to pull his t-shirt over his head. Tugging off his pants and boxers she finally released his now stiff, throbbing dick. She instinctively licked her lips. He carefully removed her now damp panties, not wanting to seem too indecent. 

He stood back to take in the magnificent sight before him. "You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen," he almost whispered, mesmerized by her beauty. Her long curly brown hair frame her oval face, her sensual blue eyes, her milky white skin covering her curvy "Reubanesque" body, she was spectacular. A small triangle of pubic hair framed her inviting pussy lips. They just stood there, taking in each others bodies. Both were so aroused, they didn't have time to be embarrassed. 

Walking over to the shower, she turned on the water, "Aren't you coming?" she joked, giving him a seductive wink. He followed her obediently, entering the shower just behind her. Under the warm stream of water, they kissed again. Hands roaming over their now naked frames. The electricity of arousal surging through their bodies, feeling another's naked flesh was exceptional. She could feel herself getting wet in more ways than one. She reached down and slowly began stroking his rock hard cock. 

He moaned loudly, "Oh fuck, that feels so fucking good...". She started stroking faster; she could see the pre-cum emerging from the tip. She dipped her finger in the pre-cum and brought it to her mouth, "Mmmmm, you taste good." Sucking her finger of every last drop of his warm saltiness. She kissed his lips; he could taste his cum. She could see his lust and passion for her in his eyes. Smiling, she got to her knees, and kissed the tip of his cock. He shuddered to her touch, and sighed loudly. Licking the head, more pre-cum oozed out, and she lapped it up greedily. 

"Fuck...please don't stop, baby...this feels so fucking good."

His commands urged her on, as she slipped the whole head of his dick into her mouth, sucking softly. He ran his fingers through her hair, pulling her closer, further up his shaft. Her tongue darted out, flicking over his sensitive under-belly, gradually increasing speed, and her right hand began to lightly massaging his balls. She could feel them tightening, her right hand began stroking the base of his cock, whilst she sucked at the head.

"Oh, fucking hell, I'm going to cum!" He exclaimed, his hips pumping his cock into her mouth. She could feel his cock swell, as she sucked harder. 

"Oh...oh...fuck...I'm cumming!...fuck!" His hot jizz ejaculated into her waiting mouth, as she sucked it all down, not wanted to waste any. His cock jerked a few more times, and she carefully licked him clean. He pulled her to her feet, and kissed her with more passion. 

"That felt so good, thank you...now do I get to return the favour?" He chuckled. 

"Sure you can, just not here. I think I'm turning into a prune." She laughed. Her laugh was so beautiful, just like body, and he reached over to her, to touch her, but she playfully swatted his hand away. 

"Not 'til we get outta the shower," giving him an un-convincingly stern look. He took his hand away. "Good boy" she winked.

They got out of the shower, and towelled each other down with two huge fluffy towels. They continued to kiss and touch each others bodies, their desire still strong, if not increased. They wrapped the towels around their bodies, and walked to her room, hand in hand. Her room had a huge bed on the right wall, covered with a white quilt and white satin sheets. She loved the silky touch of satin. Her bedroom had to French doors leading out to a private balcony covered with jasmine vines. Her room was nearly as perfect as her, he thought.

"Allie? Allie...I think I love you...," He looked straight in her eyes as he said that, and she could feel her heart pounding. "But I don't want you to do anything you're not ready for..." he grabbed her hand, kissing her knuckles.

"I've been wanting to do this for the last 3 years, I don't wanna wait any longer. I think I love you too." She felt her cheeks redden and she looked away, to conceal her nervousness. His arms pulled her into a warm embrace; it felt so perfect. He nudged her lips with his, and they kiss, slowly at first, then the passion increased. They quickly un-did each others towels, until they were both naked again. She pulled on his shoulders, backing herself onto her bed, scooting up so her head were on the pillows, keeping eye contact with him the whole time. She looked so seductive, lying against the white pillows, still damp hair framing her head, her pink nipples hard, standing at attention. He crawled up onto the bed beside her, lying on his side, stroking her warm, silky belly. Licking his lips, he wanted to devour her. He felt hungry. Hungry with desire. He kissed her neck, all down her shoulders, licking the smooth skin. He could almost feel her pulse, the blood running through her capillaries as he aroused her.

"Mmmmm, that feels so good." She moaned. 

He kissed her right nipple, she arched her back to meet his lips, then he lightly began sucking on her hard press-stud. She moaned again, louder this time, begging for more. He lavished attention on the other nipple, not wanted to play favourites. She tried to speak, but the words wouldn't come out. She'd been dreaming of his touch for so long. Her eyes closed; absorbing her senses in his delicious touch. His hand wandered down her belly to her anticipating, hot pussy. He held his hand over her mound, just lightly touching it, then slowly slid a finger between her wet lips, barely meeting her clit. Her hips buckled to meet his touch and she moaned:

"Oh my God...that feels so God-damn good!" She shuddered.

"Do you like that, my beauty?" teasing her, "How about this?" He slipped one finger into her cunt, then another, thrusting them in and out like a cock. She moaned again, "Please don't stop." she mumbled. He explored the walls of her pussy, feeling their contours, their softness, their wetness. Her pussy was dripping with anticipation. He removed his fingers, kissed his way down her body, and gently spread her legs. Kneeling between her legs, she looked at the beauty before him. He lay down and spread her lips, he could smell her sex, her musky scent aroused him. He began licking her pussy, her clit, her sweet lips. Her blossoming flower. His tongue reached out and flicked her clit, she moaned loudly, "Fuck" she muttered. He began sucking her clit, pulling it into her mouth, running it between his lips. He thrust two fingers into her pussy, as he sucked on her clit, her moans told him she was close. Her hips bucked against his head, her hands venturing to the back of his head, pulling lightly at his hair. 



"I'm going to cum...fuck...this feels so damn good...don't...stop." Her breathing getting very heavy, and her eyes squeezed shut. He sucked harder, pumping his fingers faster. 

"Fuck, I'm going to cum...uhh...oh yeah...fuck." She was cumming; he could feel her pussy squeezing his fingers, the walls pulsating. He removed his fingers, and lapped up her nectar. She continued to moan as she rode the wave of orgasm, he drank her essence, greedily. After the wave had passed, she grabbed his head and pulled him up onto her, kissing him hard. 

"I need to feel you inside me". She said huskily, in-between the kisses.

"Where are the..." he said trailing off. 

"In the draw there" she said, pointing to the bedside table.

He reached over a got a condom from the packet, "Can I put it on?" She asked. 

"Sure, if you want me to cum before I even enter you." He laughed

"Ok, maybe you should do it." She laughed as well.

He knelt between her legs and engulfed his cock with a red condom. "Do the red ones go faster?" he joked. 

"Behave..." Allie giggled back.

He lay on top of her, pressing the head of his cock just outside her pussy, and looked deeply into her eyes. "Are you ready?" he enquired.

She nodded. They were both nervous, she could nearly feel him trembling, she wondered if he could feel her heart pounding furiously in her chest. He gently pressed his cock head into her opening, he could feel her hymen resisting his manhood and she gasped. "Are you ok?" he asked. 

"Yeah...keep going..." she replied, taking a deep breath.

His slowly pushed his cock into her pussy about an inch, and stopped, waiting for her to adjust. He withdrew his cock nearly the whole way, and pushed in again, this time deeper. He kept doing this, until he was fully inside her. They just lay there, exploring the sensations, kissing each other passionately. 

"I wanna feel you moving inside me," she said, after a while.

He slowly pumped his cock in and out of her pussy. "I don't think I'm going to last long Allie" he stated, worried that she might be disappointed. 

"That's ok, baby...don't feel pressured to last. Just go with the flow" she said, looking into his eyes, bringing his head down to hers and kissed him.

Her pussy felt so soft, he whispered into her ear how wonderful it felt finally being inside of her, and that he'd dreamed of this moment for a long time. He continued to pump his cock, when he knew he was at the point of no return, he felt his balls tighten, and his cock swell inside her warmth. His moans and pantings grew louder and he slowly increased his pace. Almost shouting out his pleasure, he pushed hard and fast into her, his body shuddering with pleasure as he came, shooting his seed into the condom.

"Oh, yes..." he exclaimed, relaxing into her arms, "Damn that felt good." He rolled off her and removed the condom. She took it from him, and put it in the bin, and returned to his warm embrace. "That was so wonderful Allie. I love you. You're so sexy." He said, kissing her neck.

"I love you too. I always tried to imagine what it'd be like...you and I...but my thoughts never did you justice. That was perfect" she sighed, giving him a radiant smile.

"Did it hurt?" he asked.

"Kinda, but you got me so aroused that all I could feel was pleasure." She laughed.

He embraced her, smelling her sweet feminine perfume. They lay there, stroking, touching, kissing each other, savouring the moment that they'll both never forget. They fell asleep, nestled in each others arms.

* * * * *

He awoke, for a minute forgetting where he was, he searched the room for her. She was gone. He could smell something sweet and he looked over to the French doors, they were open, the light, white fabric curtains swaying in the warm morning air. He rubbed his eyes, and sat up, wrapping a towel around his waist, he walked out onto the balcony, and there she was, sitting there, in a white satin chemise, looking like an angel. He smiled and walked over to her, wrapping her arms around her waist.

"Thank you for being the woman of my dreams."



Just Friends?



"We can't do this..." 

I groaned with disappointment. I hadn't gotten laid in over a month and my dick was literally two inches away from penetrating your tight slit. I stood up and struggled a bit to tuck my penis back into my pants as you pulled your skirt down and collected your panties. 

Flashback earlier that day: I returned from college and the first day I went to see you. We had broken up but were still really close friends. We were also very lonely and masturbation simply was not cutting it for either of us. The sexual tension made seeing you all that more difficult. There were many references to previous encounters along with some light teasing. The fact that you chose a short skirt and stockings to wear turned me on even more. 

It started with an unexpected kiss as we sat on your couch. You pulled away from me and we stared at each other briefly before I moved in to kiss you again. The heat and the passion rose very quickly. I was on top of you grinding my constrained dick against your pussy. I bit your lip and you gasp, and returned the favor by slipping your tongue into my mouth and teasing mine. I miss down your cheek to your neck which I know drives you crazy. And as I nip and suck on those sensitive spots on your neck, my hand slides underneath your shirt and finds your nipple which I pinch and twist, sometimes a bit painfully. You love it anyways. You moan and writhe under my touch and tell me how much you want me. Your hand finds it way to my pants, undoing them and pulling out 7.5" of hard cock.. I know you love my dick... it's the perfect size for you. You stroke it up and down, feeling its heat and it throb in your fist. I tear off your panties and kiss my way down your leg towards your hot center. I spread your lips with my hands and dive in, pushing my tongue into your hole, then sliding it up to your clit. As soon as I hit your clit, your hips jerk upward and you push my head down, grinding your hips into my face. I love the way you taste as I lap at your clit, occasionally circling the tip of my tongue around it which makes you unbelievably horny. You beg me to stop and fuck you hard and when I finally do stand up, I find that I have gone slightly limp. Without saying a word, you sit up, and lean forward, taking my cock in your mouth and begin bobbing your head on it. I moan loudly as you do this and within no time I find myself hard again. Unfortunately, when I'm finally about to fuck you... your senses return and you tell me that we can't. 

A few days later: We had talked about that day and sorted things out a bit. We both knew why but I was still upset by it. In the few days since then, I had jerked off many times, and I know you rubbed yourself to orgasm thinking about it as well. 

When I saw you a few days later, I saw a familiar situation. You, once again in a short skirt, but with no stockings, and us on the couch. I tried to keep sex off of my mind since I didn't expect anything to happen. That was until you suddenly straddled me and planted your moist pussy right on top of my crotch.

"Rob, I've been thinking about that day nonstop and I can't take it. I need to have sex with you."

"I'm not going to hold back or stop this time Jenna, I won't be able to..."

"I don't want you too. I want you all the way inside me and I need you to make me cum."

With that, you lean down and kiss me. I reach around you and drag my nails down your back, causing it to arch against me, and then I bit down hard on your neck. You gasp and moan as you grind your hips against mine, making me rock hard. You slide down until I'm on the couch and you're on the floor, and unzip me, freeing my dick. I'm ready to explode by the time your lips wrap around me and it takes a lot of strength to fight off my orgasm. You keep eye contact as you slowly slide up and down my shaft, sucking harder as you reach the head. My hands run through your hair and I know you love having this much power over me. Seeing my eyes roll into the back of my head and feeling my hips buck uncontrollably beneath me. No one has ever given a better blow job than the ones you give me. 

After what seems like an eternity, you return to my lap, this time placing my penis between your pussy lips and sliding up and down. We both are in complete ecstacy; you love the feeling of my hard dick against your clit and I love my cock sliding between your soaking wet lips. It becomes too much... you look at me as you line me up with your tight hole and drop all the way down to the hilt. 

"Fuck Jenna, you're soaking wet... you're so fucking tight too."

"I wonder why Rob. You do this to me... I had forgotten how big your dick was."

I have you lean back slightly and use my thumb to rub your clit as our hips undulate together. Suddenly, I wrap my arms around you and roll you over on the couch so I'm on top. By doing so, my dick slides even deeper into you and you moan loudly. 

"Do you want me to talk dirty to you?"

"Yes, please, do it!"

"Mmm, baby, your pussy is so tight. I love fucking it. Do you like my cock in you? Do I stretch you out?"

"Oh god yes Rob, you know you do. You're fucking huge."

"This is so wrong Jenna, we're only supposed to be friends. We shouldn't be fucking each other."

"I don't care. I've been so horny and you turn me on so much. It feels so wrong and naughty and I love it so much. I want you to keep fucking me for awhile."

I pick up the pace as I thrust in and out of your dripping vagina. My big dick stretches you out since we haven't had sex in so long. Your tits bounce wildly from my thrusting

"God you're so tight that sometimes my dick gets sore."

"Oh, you're making my pussy hurt from fucking me so hard."

"Do you like that though? You love getting fucked roughly."

"I do, I love it. You know I loved getting fucked hard... I'm going to cum... oh my god Rob, I'm cumming! I'm cumming!"

Your body pauses for a split second before your orgasm completely hits you. Your pussy clamps down on my dick which is too much for me to bear and I beginning to expand and spasm deep inside you. This causes your orgasm to hit you even harder as your hips begin moving in frantic ways and you clamp your hand over your mouth to stop yourself from screaming. I fall onto you as my orgasm begins to subside, and I feel my cum dripping out of you. After I pull out you go to clean up, but before you do, you slide your finger all the way inside you, and seductively bring it up to your mouth to taste our juices together. My jaw drops and you smile, loving how it tastes. 

"Jenna, please tell me we aren't done for today..."

"Oh, we're done for today. But tonight, I think we might be able to have some more fun... I mean... we haven't had anal sex in awhile have we?"

You smile and wink at me as I almost pass out at what I just heard. You just laugh and grab my soft dick and give it a tug, causing me to jerk. 

"That is, if you're up for it..."



Just Friends..?



((Most of this is true between a friend and I, but I haven't moved back home yet, so the rest is just what I'm hoping happens when I move back next month :) )) 

*

You know that friend that you have that you tend to never realize you want until way later than you should? Yeah, I had one of those. At least mine wasn't too late... 

Marck was a glorious sight, 5'10'', dark hair, muscular, and a devilish smile you almost could never resist if you were anyone but me. Thinking back, I think I was just too scared of being hurt again. I mean, this guy is perfect and was capable of having any woman he wanted. I think he chose to be fascinated with me because I was a lost cause and that one he could never have. Until I came back home.

Let's rewind a little. I met him at work. The first impression I got of him was a hot headed ass and that needed fixing, real quick. My personality was not going to allow some egotistical jerk to think he could tell me what to do, especially when I had been working there longer. Came in, striding in his oh-so-perfect steps and his muscles showing, even through the crappy orange Dunkin Donuts shirt he was issued. Even in uniform, he was a sight to behold, and I knew it. 

After the first time I told him off, his attitude towards me was a little more than uncomfortable...for me. He was treating me with a little more kindness, and a little more attentiveness, offering me rides around when he got a car and asking to hang out. Keep in mind, when I was a senior in High School, I declared myself a lesbian, and I didn't have many guy friends, as they petrified me. I had a phobia of men, of all things. Even in his kindness and his eagerness to please me, I couldn't bring myself to admit I was smitten with him. Though, I knew how to spin a web of charm to get what I needed when it came to him. He brought out a side in me I didn't know I had before. I knew exactly how to work my magic, and he was only so eager to respond with the actions and words I wanted to hear.

This went on for a while before I couldn't see him anymore. I went on to marry a woman, he got engaged to a beautiful girl as I knew he would, and once in a while we talked. My marriage ended, both my wife and I realizing I was far from a lesbian and couldn't continue to hide behind the life I had woven myself to keep myself from my problems.

Time went by, we talked a little, fought a lot, and we stopped talking all together. I moved from my parents' house sometime in May to go to Georgia. I needed a change of scenery, something new to fill my mind and occupy my time. Time went by with my mind only straying to Marck in all his glory every so often. I tried to make a couple relationships work and they failed, miserably. I wasn't getting what I needed, in fact, I was feeling very emotionally and verbally abused by the end of the two main ones and I was about sure I was done and going back to women. I may not be able to marry one, but I knew how to make a relationship with one work. 

After being in Georgia for about 6 months, I got a message via Facebook from Marck. When I moved, I deleted friends off Facebook, deleted numbers from my phone and changed my number. I wanted a clean slate, and as we hadn't talked, he was one I had cleared from my life, thinking I was free from him penetrating my mind again. Of course, not. He found me. My heart raced...was that possible? I remembered the last conversation we had had. My jealousy over his fiancé, his attempt to tell me off and tell me he didn't feel the same about me. I knew, even then, that he was lying, and if I had shown up, he would have taken me in just the way I wanted him to. I started to feel that feeling down below, damp and moist. I found out he was single now, as was I, and we began a constant stream of texts back and forth.

-Dani sends multimedia message- He got a picture of me, fully nude one night. I was feeling rather frisky after realizing he was single again. I'm sure I can imagine the way his eyebrows shot up in shock, never knowing this side of me.

-Marck sends multimedia message- Of course, his cock is rock hard and my panties start to feel the dampness my crotch is spilling out. 'Damn, girl...Just...Damn!'

I smiled inwardly to myself, my hand starting to travel down while my other hand stayed on my cell phone. 'You like?'

-Marck sends multimedia message- His glorious body again, his expression a look of concentration, and I'm smitten. 'You have to ask? Lol'

No, I suppose I didn't. At that moment, he was probably shifting uncomfortably in his pants, as he had to be to work soon. No time to release, as I knew I was going to do. Poor guy...The thought turned me on even more and I began to feverishly rub at the little magic button I had just recently familiarized myself with. 'Have a good night at work, I hope you're not too worked up ;)'

'You're loving this, aren't you?'

I smiled to myself. 'Of course I am.'

I continued to slowly rub myself, knowing he was at work now. My mind going over and over the things I wanted him to do to me. His lips caressing me, his hands groping at my breasts, pulling on my nipples, rubbing his beautiful cock up and down my soaking crotch, penetrating me like only he could, I bet. My eyes closed and my breath quickened. My fingers dipped in and out of my pussy, going back and forth from that motion to my swelling clit, rubbing it hard. I gasped and moaned as my climax hit me, the thoughts of him and what I wanted swelling. I was so glad to be going home soon...

I drove home with my Dad a couple months later. Of course, the texts continued, and we agreed to see each other when I came home. We wanted to know if what we had lost in my idiocy was still there to be claimed. I spent the first few days with my family, traveling around to make sure I was set in my new place and that my job was still secure. I wasn't starting for another week and a half, but I had to make sure I was back on the schedule.

'You coming over tonight?' I texted him on my way home on the day we had planned to see each other. I was nervous, honestly. He was the one man I was never scared of, and here I was, petrified more than I had ever been in my life that he was going to be here. He had seen the most intimate parts of me, and I him. 

'See you at 6' That was it.

The knock on my door startled me as I sat huddled on the couch watching television. I straightened out the dress I had chosen, short sleeved, pink, covering an inch below my butt. I never thought of myself of having a nice body or a nice butt. I've always been slightly overweight, just under 5'7'', a round face that was only lightly freckled these days. My breasts were something to be proud of. They were definitely rounded and hung beautifully, not necessarily perky, but the fact that they were a D cup was always a plus to men. They fit perfect in most hands, very little spillage. My legs were definitely a little flabby, something I was kind of conscious about, my stomach was cushiony. The dress hid it all. My highlighted auburn hair was loose around my shoulders, curling slightly at the ends, my eyes and lips painted, of course. My eyes had always been a very penetrating blue. I outlined them in a lightly brown liner and some darker browns on the lids, my lips a very bright red. I always enjoyed my lips to look more dramatic, as they were small and thin.

I finally opened the door after a couple of deep breaths and there he was, his plaid button up covering his black muscle shirt and his jeans hanging a little loose around his hips and legs. He had brown work boots on, but they looked brand new, like he hadn't worked in them at all. I smiled at him and he lowered his face to graze my cheek with his lips softly. He smelled amazing. My crotch started to stir, and I had to wrestle with myself to restrain myself. He smiled his crooked smile at me, surveying me up and down. 'The South has done you NO wrong!' He exclaimed. I blushed slightly, a little embarrassed which was a new feeling around him. I shut the door and mumbled a small thank you, ushering him around the house. I showed him the living room, the kitchen, the bathroom and my bedroom. We made our way back to the living room and sat on the couch, each on a separate end.

I got up suddenly, his eyes still looking at me. 'Wine?' I asked and he shook his head. 'I don't think we should drink. I'd prefer to not feel like I'm taking advantage of a drunken woman.' He boldly stated. I let out a small, almost inaudible gasp and blushed, that familiar feeling creeping its way into the pit of my stomach and traveling back down to my pussy. I could feel the dampness, there was no denying it, and he smirked at me, like he knew. I nodded and stood there. I never had this feeling before. I was always so sure of myself in front of him, always in control. The fact that I was admitting my attraction and lust for this man and maybe even love, was unnerving for me.

He stood up and walked up to me slowly. My eyes met his, and his gaze did not stray as he stepped but an inch from me. 'You can say no, just so you know' he whispered. I nodded, still looking at him as he closed the gap and his lips met mine. My eyes instinctively closed as I returned his kiss. It was a slow kiss at first, open mouth but nothing sensual. He pulled away and looked at me curiously, probably wondering if I was okay with the direction things were taking. I looked at him, lustfully, and I couldn't deny myself of him anymore. I threw my arms around his neck and planted a kiss of my own on him, my tongue parting his lips, him returning the kiss equally as enthused. He wrapped his arms around my waist, his hands grazing up and down, my dress lifting as his hands caressed my ass and moved up my back slowly. I had never wanted anyone as much as I wanted him, and I knew I was getting him that very night.

He pulled away, a little out of breath and grabbed my wrist urgently, pulling me to the bedroom. I became even more aroused at the force he used. His grip was firm and controlled. He closed the bedroom door, a little roughly with a slam, and pulled me back to him, my body molding to his. He kissed my forehead, down to my temples and my cheeks and stopped at my lips. He stroked my hair, my neck, my face, breathing heavy still. 

'You don't know how long I've wanted this...' he breathed and planted his forceful kiss back on my lips, forcing my mouth to open and invite his tongue in, exploring every inch of my mouth and I his. His teeth gently pulled at my lower lip, causing an involuntary moan to escape my mouth and he smirked wickedly at me. He let go of my lip and continued down my neck, still holding me to his body, nipping and kissing my neck and shoulder as he went. His hands reached the hem of my dress and he stopped to look at me to see if I was still willing. I looked at him and nodded in approval. He slowly lifted my dress, my arms instantly rising to allow it to come off, and he discarded it across the floor. He stepped back and looked at me, and my self-conscious took over. My arms instantly wrapped around myself, my eyes hit the floor. He stepped back to me and moved my arms, kissing my cheek and my lips, shaking his head. 'Don't hide yourself from me, you've always been beautiful to me.'

Suddenly I was back in his arms and he was kissing me with a passion I had never known existed. My hands fumbles with the buttons to his over shirt, peeling it off him and he stepped back to lift his under shirt. We were at it again, tongue on tongue, lip on lip. My bra was unhooked, his pants undone, my bra fell to the floor, my panties being stripped down, his pants falling, his boots off, my heels off. We had clothes in various spots in the room.

We fell onto the bed. He positioned himself on top of me, his mouth gently sucking and tugging at one of my nipples while his hand groped the other one more urgently. The only thing that separated his erect shaft and my now soaking sex was his thin materialed boxers. I was writhing under his touch, my back arching in pleasure as his hands and tongue worked expertly. Soon his tongue was slowly trailing down my body, swirling around my bellybutton, just above my neatly trimmed pubic hair. He blew up and down my lips, teasing me no doubt. I looked at him pleadingly. I needed this. 

'Say you want me.' He demanded. I nodded, I had always been shy when it came to talking during sex. He stopped dead and continued to look at me, not touching me anymore. 'I want to hear you tell me you want me, you need me.' He said again, more demanding. I bit my lip, and he blew on it again. Damn him and his teasing. 

'I need you, Marck, please..' I whined and he smirked slightly, parting my lips with his fingers and licking slowly up and down each of my lips. I shuddered. He started to swirl his tongue around my clit, making me bite my lip harder. He stopped and looked at me again. I groaned and he smirked. 'Are you enjoying this?!' I yelled, half in a plea, half in exasperation. He chuckled slightly and nodded. 'More than you know.'

He dived in, making me gasp and writhe under him, his tongue exploring every part of my lower region. He dug his tongue into me, then out onto my clit, swirling his tongue around and around. He lightly bit my clit and continued this way for a bit, alternating where his tongue was every few seconds. He sure knew how to tease a woman. I felt I was going to burst, my panting quickening, my moans growing, and suddenly he stopped, bringing me back down from my almost high.

I looked at him, bewildered. He stood up at the end of the bed and pulled his boxers down. There it was in front of me, and I slightly panted a little heavier just looking at it. From what I could tell, it was about 7'' long and it was thick...REALLY thick. I looked up at him and he was smiling as he climbed back on the bed. He reached behind me, getting a good hold on me as he climbed on top of me, positioning himself in between my legs. He kissed me and I could taste my salty sweet juices on his lips and on his tongue. He reached down and rubbed himself along my pussy a little, hitting my button a few times before sitting himself firmly at my entrance. He thrust slightly forward, my O shaped mouth forming an inaudible moan as he popped his head into me. He bit down on my neck a little, kissing it right after he had bit it and I could hear his breath becoming slightly shallow and ragged. He slowly moved himself more into me and I groaned at the fill I was receiving. 

'Oh..Dani...Fuck...' He breathed in my air as he slowly started to pump in and out of me. My legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, knowing it would benefit us both. He grasped my hands, pinning them above my head as he slowly continued his assault on my pussy. My moans increased slightly, loving the feel of his shaft filling me up. I went to grasp at the back of his head and realized just how firm his grip was on me. This just turned me on more and I thrust my hips, encouraging him to go faster. He took the hint and started to ram me mercilessly. Every time he went into me, his body rammed against my erect clit and sent a jolt of electricity through me. My body was thrusting with his, trying to get as much of him into me as I could. 

I was losing it, my back arching, him continuing to slam himself into me and when I thought I was going to come, he stopped, pulling himself abruptly out of me. There was no way he was done, and there was no way he wasn't going to let me finish. He kissed me roughly and flipped me over so I was on my hands and knees. I got even more excited as this was my favorite position to be in and he knew it. It came up in some of our texts.

He grabbed at my hips, placing himself back at my entrance, teasing me again by rubbing his cock up and down the wetness that was now dripping down my thighs. 'Marck, please! Just fuck me, please!' I cried, I had been so close and didn't want to lose it, but he just chuckled at me and reached around my waist to fondle my clit. My hips started their own slow movement, back and forth, in time with the way he was rubbing my clit. I moaned silently, not wanting to give away that this was having an insane effect on me, but he knew and I could feel his smile as he kissed my back tenderly. 

Suddenly, he was in me again, and I cried out in surprise, but it felt so good. It was slow at first, he was testing how deep he could get this way. 'Fuck..Yes..' He moaned out at the same time I was trying to encourage him to go faster. I needed a release, soon. I knew he was smirking at me. He pulled almost all the way out, then slammed into me, hard. I cried out for more. He repeated the process a couple more times, making me feel like he was going into my uterus, feeling him filling me completely. I was going to lose it soon. After he was satisfied with my reactions and my pleading, he starting his merciless assault once again, slamming as hard as he could and as deep as he could into me, making me feel it, making me moan loudly. Thinking back, I bet the neighbors could hear me. 

It was the best orgasm I had ever been through. My entire body started to shake, I was heating up well more than I had been before, sweating, and I could fill it going around his cock and dripping down worse than it had been before. I cried out as it hit me, yelling his name for the first time, which excited him even more, I think. He managed to go a little faster, making me ride the orgasm when all I wanted to do was collapse, but I knew I was going to make him come too. 

I pulled away from him and turned myself around, his eyes widening as I took his still erect and not yet finished cock in my mouth. I swirled my tongue, teasing his head and took it as far into my mouth as I could. He closed his eyes, starting to pump it in and out of my mouth, fucking my mouth. He grasped onto the back of my head, trying to get it further in despite the slight resistance. My gag reflex was still intact, and I wasn't going to ruin an amazing night by throwing up so I pushed his leg slightly to warn him and he nodded, eyes still closed. I continued my own assault on his shaft, pumping the sticky base with my hand and bobbing my head back and forth on the rest, my tongue running along the underside of it. He exploded in my mouth with no warning. I pulled away, shocked, but let him cum on my chest and face. I pumped him as he shot load after load on me, and once he was done he bent down to kiss me long and hard, laying me back down as he fondled my breasts for a minute.

Finally, he collapsed on top of me, face buried in my neck, playing with my hair. I could feel his smile as he trailed kisses up and down my neck, but I was smiling this time too. He leaned up to kiss me again. 'I'll go get us some drinks now' he said, and I nodded.



Just Friends



He loved Rebecca. John was 18 and just about to graduate from high school. He and Rebecca had known each other since they were freshman. He fell in love her almost immediately and never got over her. Unfortunately for him, Rebecca never considered him more than a friend. As frustrating as this was for John, he loved her so much that he would do anything just to be close to her, so he tried to content himself with being merely friends. 

As they grew older they spent more and more time with each other became best friends. It got to the point where they did just about everything together, but for whatever reason John could never get Rebecca to have the same feelings for him that he had for her. Often times she would spend the night with him, in his bed, but would always make sure to keep her back to him and keep a healthy distance. 

By the time Rebecca was 18 she had turned into beautiful woman. She wasn't a model or some smoking hot girl, but she had a girl next door cuteness that drove John crazy. She was about 5'6" maybe 120 pounds. She had beautiful natural platinum blond hair that she wore long down past her shoulder blades. She wasn't ultra skinny, but she wasn't fat. Her eyes were ice blue and when she wore dark eye liner, they would stand out so much that you couldn't help but stare into them. She had perfect breasts. They were about a 38c give or take. On her smaller frame they popped out like two flawless melons. John would have sawed off a finger just to get a glimpse of them. 

John would try to meet other girls, spend time with the guys, pretty much anything to get Rebecca off his mind. John was a pretty average guy, but girls always told him he was cute. He had plenty of girls that were interested in him, went on dates and had some fun but he could never commit to any of them. No matter what he did the only girl he had true feelings for was Rebecca. It drove him crazy to be stuck in this situation where the girl of his dreams wouldn't be with him and he couldn't be with anyone else. She was the first thing he thought about when he woke up, that last thing before he fell asleep and usually what he dreamed about. 

Rebecca however, seemingly always had a boyfriend or fuck buddy, but she went through them like disposable razors. As much as this destroyed John inside, he did his best to grin and bear it. Rebecca always came back to him for friendship and comfort and he always considered himself the most important guy in her life. John would always tell himself that if he just waited it out, made it through her being with other guys, that eventually she would see him for the great guy that he was and understand how much he loved her. Once she did, she would see that he was the man she should be with and his dreams would come true. 

Towards the end of their senior year John and Rebecca decided they were going to go up to a local college town for some fun. They had a number of friends that were a year or two older than them that were in college up there and were throwing a big house party. So they made all the arrangements and headed up on a Friday afternoon after school. It was only about an hour long drive so they got there right around five o'clock and met up with their friend whose house they were going to. 

Brad was a year older than John and Rebecca and a really good friend to both of them. When they were still in school together Brad and John hung out a lot and were good friends. He was a little shorter than John, about 5'9" and super skinny. Brad had a really long term relationship while he was in high school, but it petered out when he and his ex went to different colleges after graduation.

The three of them all hung out for a while catching up and waiting for all the other people to show up and start the party. John started to get very excited and anxious about the night. He didn't really have any experience with drinking, but being so close to graduation and college he figured he may as well start to gain some experience. More than anything though he thought maybe tonight something might happen with Rebecca. She hadn't dated anyone in a while and she and John had been spending almost all their time together. Add a little booze to the picture and maybe, just maybe, he might be able to make a move tonight. Even a little making out would make him feel beyond thrilled.

People started filtering in and by the time the party really got going there were probably 50-60 people at the house. John was having a great time. He was getting drunk for the first time, chatting with college girls and playing beer pong. Even with all the sexy girls at the party though, he could barely take his eyes off Rebecca. She had dressed for the party in a sexy ass pair of jeans that showed off her ass and a nice tight tank top that really showed off her tits. John couldn't help but notice that Brad had been staring her down too, and the two of them were talking a lot. 

Later on when the numbers dwindled, the party mellowed out and everyone was chilling in the back yard around a fire pit. Rebecca was sitting between him and Brad but it seemed to John that she was inching closer to Brad as the night wore on. John tried not to let it bother him too much, telling himself that they're just good friends who haven't seen each other in a while and wanted to catch up.

Eventually both the fire and the party burned out and everyone either went home or found a place in the house to pass out. John and Rebecca found an empty futon and laid down together. Now John's heart really started to beat. This was his chance he felt. They were both pretty drunk, at a big college party away from home and laying together on the same futon. Rebecca was in her usual position with her back to John, but John snuggled up real close to her and started to stroke her arm. He kept it up for a while and then moved his hand down her body to her legs. She had shed her jeans for a little pair of booty shorts that she liked to sleep in. He skin felt so soft and good under John's hand that he couldn't help but get hard. Rebecca had to have felt him, but she didn't acknowledge it if she did. 

Feeling drunk, bold and REALLY horny, John decided that the time to go for it was now or never. He slid his hand up her body and cupped a breast while at the same time he started to lightly kiss her neck. Rebecca's response was a kick in the gut to John. She moved his and away and simply whispered "John, no. I don't want that." John responded "Come on, let's just make out a little at least" but Rebecca was adamant. She told him she would leave if he didn't stop. John's heart felt like it had been ripped out, but he would have felt worse if she left, so he just wrapped an arm around her and waited for sleep to come.

Sometime later, John woke up in the dark needing to pee. He noticed that Rebecca was gone. He wondered if he had really upset her enough to make her leave. He got up to head to the bathroom and passed Brad's bedroom on the way. As he walked by his door he thought he heard some soft whispering coming from the room. In the back of his mind he already knew what it was, but something made him look. The door was cracked open just a bit so he went to the door to peek in. What he saw made his heart drop into his stomach and made him feel like his whole world had come crashing down.

Rebecca had snuck off and right into Brad's bed. The whispering he heard stopped when he saw them start to kiss. There was just enough light coming through the window that he could make out what was happening, but it was dark enough in the hall just outside the door that he couldn't be seen. For whatever reason, he cracked the open just a tad more so he could get a better view. As much as his heart was breaking, he couldn't tear his eyes away. The girl he loved more than anything on earth was right in front of him, in another mans bed and he couldn't look away.

As their kissing got more passionate, John watched as Brad's hands moved up Rebecca's body to grab her perfect tits. The same tits that John wanted to see so very badly. Rebecca rolled on top of Brad straddling his body with her smooth sexy legs. As she did, Brad grabbed her little tank top and pulled it up over her head. John could see she was wearing a lacy pink bra that looked amazing on her. Before he could admire the way it supported her large, firm tits she had flung it off. John saw her bear breasts for the first time ever, but it was Brad she was showing them to. She had bigger nipples than John expected, but they were puffy and John thought they were perfect.

Brad pulled Rebecca down and took one of her nipples into his mouth. Rebecca grabbed Brad's head and pulled it toward her. She then reached down and pulled his shirt off. Rebecca then began to slowly kiss him all over chest and moving down to his stomach. The pain John felt in his chest got worse the lower her kisses got.  

Almost mercifully, before she got too low Brad rolled her off and onto her back. Brad started to return Rebecca's soft kisses. Starting slowly on her breasts, pausing occasionally to suck on a nipple. He moved down her body to her stomach and onwards to her pussy. He planted kisses on her sexy little shorts, teasing her just a bit before he slid her shorts off, exposing her bare pussy. John had dreamed about that pussy half a hundred times at least. In his dreams she had just the slightest hint on natural blonde hair above her her tight pink pussy. He would suck her clit, slide his tongue up inside her and enjoy how she moaned and squirmed with pleasure. But now he was sitting in a dark hallway, watching another man pleasure the pussy he had so often dreamed about. He couldn't see her pussy well enough to tell if she did have that hint of hair, but he told himself she did. 

The moaning and squirming part did come true. Rebecca had wrapped her soft legs around Brad and her hips were arching up and and down as she drove her pussy into Brad's pleasuring tongue. They were trying to be quiet, but even so Rebecca couldn't help but let out the occasional moan of pleasure. Every gasp and cry felt life a knife twisting in John's heart until finally Rebecca grabbed Brad's head and shuddered with an orgasm. John had wished more than anything to be able to make her orgasm like that. 

Without skipping a beat, Brad moved Rebecca so her head was supported by a couple pillows. He slipped his gym shorts off revealing his cock at last. Brad was rock hard and, even as a straight guy, John couldn't help but admire his manhood. It wasn't freakishly huge or anything, maybe about 7" long and of an average girth (John was actually sure that he was thicker, if not quite as long) but on Brad's skinny body it jutted out like a battering ram. His balls were low hanging and dangled off his cock like two huge grapes. 

Brad positioned himself in front of Rebecca's face straddling her body. Rebecca reached up and took two handfuls of his ass as she pulled his cock towards her waiting mouth. She started slow, at first just sucking on the tip. Slowly but surely Brad leaned every inch into her mouth. At this point, John was stiff as a board, his cock straining against his shorts. He had laid with Rebecca so many times, just wishing that he could fill her mouth with his cock. To experience how soft her mouth was and good it would feel to have her tongue run up and down his shaft. Instead, he sat paralyzed in a hallway as his friend thrust in and out of Rebecca's mouth. 

While Rebecca pleasured him, Brad reached behind him and slid a finger up Rebecca's wet pussy. He must have known what he was doing because quick enough she was bucking against his fingers. She seemed to lose the ability to focus on sucking his cock and he brought her to another moaning orgasm. 

While Rebecca caught her breath, Brad opened a drawer in the nightstand and produced a condom from within. The sight of a condom hit John like a freight train. He had been so caught up watching Rebecca that it really hadn't occurred to him what was inevitable. Brad was going to fuck Rebecca, the girl he loved more than anything, and he was going to watch it happen. The memories of all the nights Rebecca had slept in his bed, an arms length away while his balls turned blue came flooding into his mind. As Brad rolled the condom onto his stiff cock John could only wish and dream, like always, that it was him getting ready to make love to Rebecca.

John kept Rebecca on her back and he positioned himself between her legs and aimed his cock at her warm, wet pussy. Brad then put her legs up onto his shoulders giving John a prefect view of his cock as it slid into the hole that he had dreamed about. Every inch that slid in was like a sword being shoved into John's gut. Rebecca moaned softly as all seven inches of his cock filled her pussy. When his balls were touching her ass, he slid back out and slapped her clit with the head of his cock. Rebecca grabbed his cock, slid it into her pussy and John heard her whisper "fuck me". 

Brad was happy to oblige and he started thrusting in and out of her cunt. Rebecca moaned with pleasure as she wrapped her arms around Brad. John could hear his balls slapping against her as his cock plunged in and out, in and out. After a bit, Brad pulled out and rolled over onto his back, his legs hanging off the side of the bed.

He pulled Rebecca on top of him, and slid his cock right back up her pussy. Now Rebecca's back was to John, but he had a prefect view of her sliding up and down Brad's erection. She had put her feet up on Brad's thighs while she was fucking him and John found it to be a wonderfully sexy sight. He gave her foot massages a lot and always though that she had such sexy feet. He had always wanted to be able to suck her toes and grab her feet while he fucked her, but now he watched her sexy little feet while she bounced up and down on Brad's cock. 

John could see Brad reach up and grab a fistful of Rebecca's bouncing tits and he continued to fuck her. Rebecca threw her head back moaning with pleasure as Brad's rhythmic strokes brought her to yet another orgasm. John would have never believed Rebecca was such a sex kitten, but she was riding Brad like a porn star now. He heard her tell Brad "Fuck me harder!" and Brad started to really pound her. John didn't think they cared about being loud anymore because they sound of Brad slamming into Rebecca could have woken a sleeping bear. The constant "smack" "smack" "smack" tore through John, but he was still rock hard. 

Finally, Brad stood up and positioned Rebecca just on the edge of the bed so he could continue fucking her while standing. He pounded her for another five minutes or so before John heard him groan and thrust himself as deep into Rebecca's pussy as he could. Rebecca let a little squeal slip as Brad filled his condom with cum and collapsed on top of her. Brad kept his cock inside of her while they kissed softly, catching their breath from the fuck session. At this point John couldn't stand it anymore and snuk into the bathroom and furiously beat his cock. It only took a minute for him to cum, with one of the most emotionally confusing orgasms of his life. He was absolutely devastated. He felt like his heart had been ripped out of his cheat and eaten but was also as turned on as he had ever been in his life. 

After he cleaned himself up and quietly walked back to the futon he pretended to be asleep. Rebecca came after a few minutes and slid onto the futon next to him. John rolled over and asked if she was okay. "Yeah, just had to use the bathroom real quick" she responded. John had no idea what to say or what to do so he just said "Okay" and tried to let sleep take him. 

The next morning the three of them went out for breakfast. Brad and Rebecca acting like nothing happened, and John being so emotionally torn made for an awkward meal. After they ate they said their goodbyes and John and Rebecca got in the car to drive home. They chatted like normal and John tried to stay cool. Half way home John looked over at Rebecca and found that he saw her completely differently now. He had always seen nothing but perfection in her. An innocence. Now all he could see was Brad's cock sliding into her. It was on that car ride home that John realized that he no longer had feelings for Rebecca. It was as if a switch had been flipped and suddenly she was nothing special to him. After he dropped off the girl he had loved more than anything for almost 4 years he wondered what it would be like to wake up tomorrow morning without her being his first thought.



Just Friends??



Randal wakes up, groggy and feeling like dragged down a dirt road, in a sack of hammers. He dares not open his eyes, for he knows he is not waking in his own bed. It's been a few years since he woke up like this, and has regretted it every time. A fact his friends remind of every time they go to the bar, which has been less often, he thinks to himself. He tries to find some way to find out what time it is, but first he must get over the largest obstacle right now, prying his eyes open. He cracks an eye, and sees it's still dark, hasn't made any movements yet, but can feel the presence of someone behind him, as he lays there. He remembers his watch, on his left hand, and slowly brings from beneath his head to his face. It hit's the button to make it glow. "5:43 a.m." the green glow tells him, as if it was alive and taking to him. He sighs, and figures he can escape out before whoever wakes up.

"Maybe I will get lucky and she won't wake up?" He thinks, knowing he got lucky. He recalls his recent ex-girlfriend, that he lovingly refers to as the "psycho cheating bitch whore slut" and her new boyfriend coming to his birthday party, being held at his best friend, Veronica's house. He thinks back to how he first met Veronica, and not his recent ex-girlfriend, cause he doesn't want to deal with her shit anymore. He thinks back to when he and his buddies produced funny review "shows" for the internet. When he first started with his other friends, Ron, Kyle, and Will.

While it was fun it sucked, production was severally low quality, in all respects. Not many hits on the old You-Tube. Then Randal showed his videos off to Dean, who was at the time working as a satellite installer and wanted to do something else. Dean, saw potential in the videos, and suggested they work together. So, they threw what little money they had and with the other's helping re-shot those first few videos. A few days after they posted their last re-shot video, a internet production company famous for all internet reviews, offered them contract. They jumped at the chance, but Randal was the only one who could actually devote more time to than the others so he took charge. Of being the head writer, producer, and star. Occasionally, the others would show up in some capacity, but it boiled down to Dean and Randal. So, after a year they had their ratings up and Randal decided to do a contest of sorts to add another member to their production team. The entry rules were simple, a resume, with a video resume, showcasing production, writing, and editing talents. Veronica won out by a landslide, because she was one of two people it seemed that didn't just slap together something and hoped it would work. You could see she took her time with what she created. And it didn't hurt she lived really close.

Randal and Veronica became fast friends, and Will tried to date her, which lasted a few weeks before he came to Randal and said he was done working with them. No other explanation as to why, even after Randal called him a few days later, Will told him just to leave him alone. One night, while editing, Veronica told Randal, that she was a lesbian. Randal wasn't shocked and told her he knew, and wasn't going to say anything, not knowing if she had come out about it or not. Veronica was upset at first figuring Randal had spied on her in some way, but truth be known, it was Veronica's friend Michelle that had told him, at a party they had when Veronica became part of the crew. She kissed his forehead and thanked him, she was really relived to find he wasn't a stalker. She then asked why he didn't tell Will about her being a lesbian. He told her that he thought she told him. She said I did, after a few dates. He asked her why date a man, if you aren't attracted to them? She said she found men fascinating and wanted to try something different. It just didn't work for her to date Will, she told him.

Over the course of the next year, Randal's girlfriend, Betty, accused him of sleeping with Veronica, and her girlfriend, Clara, and their friend Michelle, for not being there when she needed him, and anything else under the sun she could, so Randal left her. The day he broke up with her, Randal found Betty in bed with Will, they had been seeing each other behind Randal's back for the past eight months. Veronica was in a car accident and Randal dropped everything to be there for her, he kept his girlfriend informed, in fact Veronica's own family didn't show up at all, and her girlfriend showed up the day after the accident. He didn't hold it against anyone, but Veronica seemed to, and he told her it wasn't good for that, everyone cares for her. After his break up, Randal moved in with Veronica after she offered. Many other things had happened to everyone else as well, Veronica's grandmother died, leaving her a house and a nice inheritance. The money she used to fix up the house into 3 individual two bed room apartments, and redone the basement into a spacious four bedroom, two full bath, place. Which she turned one of the bedrooms into a production studio and gave everyone in the crew keys to her place, since now she had a source of income, from the apartment renting, she quit the job Randal had gotten her working with his girlfriend, since she didn't need to see that cheating slut anymore than Randal did. Dean, moved into one of the apartments, because it just made sense to him, and took him self down to part time status at his work. Ron's band started take on more gigs, so he was rare to show up to pitch in. Kyle work schedule allowed him to help out as much as he could, more than anyone else. It was more or less the four of them. Randal liked it like that.

Now, there's this. That was a year ago, Veronica had broken up with her girlfriend, and started dating Michelle on and off, buy that, Randal picked up that they were fuck buddies. He was right, so he figured Michelle was bi-sexual, so he was figuring it was his room he was waking up in, and she was who he got with. The night was great, it was his 29th birthday party, and his ex-girlfriend shows up with Will, they had gotten married a few months back. Randal guessed they crashed, just to show up Randal, but it only made them look like assholes. Randal asked who invited them, and they pointed out Will's cousin Ted, who wasn't even there and was one of Kyle's best friends. So, after was figured out, he asked them to leave, and when they refused, the cops were called. Then, after a few hours a different pair of officers showed up, saying that they got a call about a noise complaint. The thing was, Veronica's grandmother's house was just on the other side of the city limits, by a few miles. There was only a handful of houses near them, and far enough that Randal was sure they couldn't hear the noise and he was right. The officer agreed with him, told him it was a warning and to keep it down.

"I have to deal with this now." He thought to himself. "I should just turn over and wait for her to wake up, and tell her how ungodly sorry I am for all of this." He closed his eyes, and tried to will himself to sleep, figuring he would have to wait for her to wake up for a few more hours. Now, he knew he was naked, but it finally dawned on him, that he in fact was naked under the blankets. "Come on, fall asleep." He told himself in his head. "FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!... One fuck. Two fuck. " He scolded himself and started to count. He didn't want to ruin any friendships he had with the girls. He feels this might have crossed a line. He dozed off finally, and woke when the sun came creeping through the blinds. "I don't have blinds." He thought. He looked around the room from his side of the bed. "FUCK! Are you serious, Randal!" He yelled at himself, as to mentally punch himself in the balls. "Of all the women you could have woken up next to, why does it have to be her. Your best friend, you fucked her, and worst of all you don't remember it. Good news, ME, I fucked a lesbian! What is wrong with me? Why, can't I remember?" He made sure each word carried some weight in his brain. Hoping to kill those brain cells that put him in the state of mind that made him thought this was a good idea. He could feel her stirring behind him. "I have to get out of here." He thought to himself. She moved and he felt her hand on his ass, and it tickled it for a moment feeling the hair on his butt, and the hand quickly retracted it's touch.

She shot up, "What the fuck?" This action made Randal freeze like a deer in the head lights.

She quietly yelled. "Dave, I swear to god, if that is you lying there, I am going to cut your dick off with a dull spoon."

She sounded serious, as she shoved him. He knew Dave, one of his friends, had been hitting on Veronica since the day he met her.

"Come on, Dave get your ass up and out of my house." She got louder, and punched Randal's back as if to end the sentence with a punch instead of a period. It hurt.

"OW!!" Randal said, as he slowly rose.

"Oh my god! Ran?" She said, using a short version of his name that she came up with. She felt sorry, for a second and then it stuck her.

"Hi, V." He replied, using the nickname he gave her. Now seeing her face going from somewhat relived to, all out pissed, in sixty seconds.

"You plan this?" She asked quietly, staring at his face, waiting to study his answer.

"No." He shot back, hanging his head as not to meet her gaze. She always had the prettiest crystal blue eyes, he thought, but now he feels ashamed that he is looking at her with what he always considered her best feature.

"You wouldn't lie to me, would you Ran?" She asked realizing that he may actually feel really bad.

"Never, Veronica. Now, before you ask me any more questions can I just go?" He shot out quickly wanting to end this whole situation.

"No, wait a second here, I want to know why we are in this bed and why I can feel... YOU running out of me." She didn't like talking like this to him, her best friend, she too just wanted it over with, but she had questions.

"You seriously want me to explain that? Didn't your parents tell you about the birds and bees?" He said, with a sly grin.

"Yes. Wait..." She started to say something, and then chuckled a bit. He just chuckled with her, as he looked at her.

"Not funny." She told him and punched him in the arm lightly. This started a long semi-comfortable silence between them.

"V, I am not sure what happened. The last thing I remember was being drunk and taking the drink Dave offered me. He must have been making them really strong, I think we would be lucky if there was any alcohol left in our house, after last night." He said plainly, hoping to ease the tension.

"Why do you think Dave used it all in the drinks? He used to be a bartender or something, right? You would think he wouldn't make them so strong as to give his friends alcohol poisoning." She laughed, knowing that she herself is a light weight when it comes to drinking.

"No, I mean, I think he might have stolen some when he left last night or this morning. Oh my god, I hope he didn't use my room to fuck that date of his. I swear I'm...sorry." He said hoping to tell a joke, but realized at the end, Veronica looking down at her bed, where her feet should be. He reached a hand to her back. He started to rub it up and down, her back lightly. She pulled away, not because she didn't like it, but because of the situation. She wanted to get over with.

"So, what do we do, Randal?" She asked breaking the silence once more and building tension again.

"I don't know, V. What do you think we should do?" He asked, not knowing what to do or say to her at this point.

"I don't know, Randal, but this changes everything." She said, tears forming in her eyes, filling like swimming pools, getting ready for a kid to cannonball in. He scooted closer to her and put his arms around her, to comfort her.

"What the fuck, Randal!" She pushed him off. "I am not going to have sex with you again." She finished. He fought her and managed a hug.

"I am not trying to have sex with you, I'm just hugging you. I am still your friend, V. No matter what has happened here, I am still someone who cares about you." He told her, staring into her eyes.

"I'm sorry, Randal, I just thought. I'm sorry." She stared at him back, trading piercing gaze for piercing gaze. She always thought he had the nicest gray eyes, and he had a nice chin, she always thought his chin was his best feature. She gave in and hugged back and continued to cry they shifted positions so they were facing each other, and she kept sobbing. He let her cry, and she couldn't remember the last time she cried so hard. The first thought going through her mind is that she was going to lose her best friend at the end of this.

"Listen, V. I have to tell you something." He said as he used his finger to lift her face to meet his, and continued. "I love you, and I am so sorry this had happened. I should go and we can sort this out later. Ok?"

"Randal, I just. I just." She stuttered. She only does that when she is really nervous, he thought to himself. He let her finish her sentence.

"I just don't want to lose you, you know, cause, you know. You know. I love you, too." She said, taking a breath. Without warning and much to her surprise she kissed him. Hard, deep, and tongue exploring her mouth passionately. He responded in like kind. She let her self feel the emotions that were coming from him and pour into her and return them with as much force as they were given. The made out for what seemed like an eternity, before she shifted around, he moved with her, unsure of what she was trying to do, but they seemed both determined not to break the kiss. She straddled his lap and before she sat down on his lap she reached for his now hard cock, and guided into herself. He broke the kiss and looked at her.

She looked back, seeing the look of confusion in his eyes and bring her lips to his, igniting the fire of their passion again. She slowly took him in to her wet pussy, she was surprised how this kiss got her dripping wet, and she wanted him to feel it. Once he was fully planted inside of her, she broke the kiss and pushed him flat on his back.

"What are we doing, V?" He asked exasperated and confused.

"Making love, sweetie. Didn't your parents teach you about the birds and the bees?" She smiled back. He chuckled.

She rode him slowly and leaned down to bring her mouth to his, and they kissed as she rode him. She broke the kiss, once again to nibble at his ear, and couldn't resist what she was about to tell him.

"I have a toy about your size, by the way." She whispered seductively into his ear.

"I am not saying I don't enjoy this, V, but aren't you a lesbian? You aren't supposed to like guys right? I mean I am not saying you can't like guys. It's your choice, I guess. I don't know what to say in a situation like this, V" He said rapid fire as fast as he could, not sure if she understood, but he wanted her to.

"You want to know what to say in a situation like this, Randal? How about, I love you." She whispered, putting her finger to his lips to shut him up. He's cute, she thought but he sure can talk. Why do I think he's cute again, she thought to herself questioning.

"Veronica Marie Poole, I love you, and always have from the moment I met you." He said to her, on a down thrust. If I love her, he thought why not be honest about it. She was surprised by his stamina, she hadn't had sex with a man since high school, and she knew he couldn't last much longer. His words, pierced her thoughts, after they motored though her ears on their way to her brain.

"Randal James Sharp, I love you, too. From the moment I met you, as well." She decided no longer to put to much thought in to what she was thinking and just go with the flow. Sensing the moment was right, Randal brought her back down for a kiss and held her tightly, as he rolled them over, so he was not on top.

He continued to kiss as he pulled out and thrust back into her, and started kissing down her neck and down her chest. Trailing down to her 36 B breasts, and finding a nipple to lick and suck. She started to moan, and once again, allowed herself to enjoy it. It's not that she'd never experienced sex with a man, it's the fact she didn't feel the way she felt about that guy, as she does right now with Randal. After he gave her breasts the attention he thought they wanted, he kissed back up her neck to her ears.

"You have a terrific set of tits, V." He whispered into her ear with a sly chuckle.

"Thank you, glad you approve." She moaned, with a smile.

He pulled just far enough out, that just the tip of his cock was still inside her, and would slam it back in. She moaned louder, enjoying the sensations of their love making. He kept this up several times before easing back into the rhythm that had established at first. She was beginning to sweat as was he. She grabbed his head and guided him in for a kiss. He changed his angle of thrust and she moaned with pleasant surprise. This caused him speed up his pace, and she started to feel that familiar pressure of an approaching orgasm, which she longed for. He must have sensed it too, and went in for a kiss. She started to scream gently into his mouth and he moaned into hers. Their powerful orgasms lasted a few minutes before their bodies clamed down. Randal eased himself off of Veronica and she smiled at him, as he laid down next her she put her arms around him and pulled him close.

"What about protection, V?" He asked, enjoying the embrace.

"You have already cum in me once, what's a few more times?" She answered.

"A few more?" He asked.

"Don't worry, sweetie, I am on the pill, it helps keep my periods on a schedule." She lied.

"V, You are lying to me, you aren't on the pill." He told her.

"You are right. I'm going to go get myself on the pill, as soon as possible." She told him, like she was placing her order at McDonald's.

"You sure, V?" He asked.

"Yeah, I am sure. I want to be with you, Randal, part of me always wanted to be." She told him nuzzling in to his neck.

"As, long as it's what you want." He told her and kissed her forehead.

"It is. What I want now is to taste you." She smiled and broke the embrace as she lowered herself down his body. All he could do is moan.



Just Friends



His name was Ben. Tall, at least a few inches over six feet, his height, coupled with his broad shoulders and well-built body always made me feel small. Safe. Maybe even a little helpless.

We struck up an acquaintance at work; both of us bartenders at a local pub. He struck me as arrogant, cocky, self-involved. Not my type.

In retrospect, It was actually this skeptical first impression that led to the first conversations over after-work drinks. He looked the part of the macho gym rat: big muscles, tight T-shirts, and that cocky swagger that made me roll my eyes more times than I can count. But as I am continually shown time after time, it's unwise to judge a book by its cover.

Ben had warm brown eyes, and a truly contagious smile. I found myself watching the way he talked to customers. People of all ages and walks of life; when Ben leaned his elbows on the bar and rested his chin on his hands, he listened. And when he did you could see the person who had caught his attention light up. It really was a special gift he had.

Our friendship started innocently enough. We had a similar situation with our brothers, and we spent many hours lamenting their difficult plots in life. Sometimes the conversations were while he was still working and I would stay after to have a couple of beers. Sometimes we migrated out to my car to share a bowl and giggle and talk nonsense. He quickly became my favorite person to catch a buzz with.

Months passed, and other than a few hugs and backscratches, nothing happened between us, and I had no feelings of wanting anything more. We became closer and closer, and our fellow employees teased us about being like brother and sister with the way we would banter and play-fight behind the bar together.

One night a group of us went out after work to a seedy dance club that is definitely not my kind of place. I prefer craft beer and small quiet bars to shots and flashing lights, but I floated along with the group to the club, loosened up by enough beers to not have any hesitations.

Walking down the sidewalk, my arm around his waist and his around my shoulder, the laughter of our group carried down the street and we skipped along in that half drunken cocoon that makes everyone in a group feel closer.

I found myself slipping my hand into his back pocket and enjoying that comfortable warmth that comes with an innocent, intimate gesture. I felt his hand run over the roundness of my butt and give it a little squeeze. It wasn't that much of a leap. By that point in our friendship it was known that he was a butt guy and that he didn't think mine was too bad. Sex had of course come up in conversation, and our views were about we opposite as you can get. He had had ample opportunities to take home a pretty girl after a night of bartending, but he never did. He said it was because he just didn't want to deal with it- the kissing, the foreplay, the awkward time after. I often joked he just needed a wet orifice to stick it in. Conversely, I love all that comes with sex. I could kiss the right person for hours, I love giving head and snuggling and trying new things. I believe sexual touch is one of the most powerful things in the world, and I try to focus as much as I can whenever I'm with someone in that way.

We made it to the club, and I found myself increasingly wanting his attention in that way that sometimes happens when girls get tipsy. I also began noticing things I had never noticed before: his thick, dark eyelashes and his oversized, strong hands. His hands especially distracted me. I started to think about them sliding under my shirt whenever he hugged me, feeling the rough softness of them run up and down my back...

A few hours and too many shots later, we bid our group adieu and headed out into the cold to find my car. I had to drop him off before I could make the longer trek back to my own house. As I pulled up to his apartment, I realized I was a bit more drunk then I thought and decided to come up for some water and chill out for awhile.

As I sat on the overstuffed chair in the living room, the lateness of the night and the booze really started kicking in. I announced that I was going to sleep over for a few hours, and skipped to his bedroom, where I took off my jeans, and snugged under the covers facing the edge of the bed. So confident was I in the solidness of our friendship and our mutual lack of real interest, I knew nothing would happen.

A few minutes later as I lay in that peaceful overtired half-dreaming place, I felt the bed shift as Ben settled in for the night. I of course wanted to turn over and put my head on his chest and my arm around him; the warmth and smell and heartbeat of a man is about the nicest thing I can think of to fall asleep to. I stayed put out of his self-declared disdain for snuggling; no need to make him uncomfortable or have him mistake my closeness as something more.

Seconds after he laid down, I felt him come closer. He softly fit his body behind mine and slipped his arm around my waist. My heart started beating faster and I had the unmistakable feeling of tightness between my legs as the lengths of our bodies pressed together.

Trying to keep my breathing quiet and even so as not to let him know the effect he was having, I was hyper-aware of every movement. I noticed his breath, shallow, and when he swallowed the tightness of his throat made it audible. That's when I knew he was feeling it too.

His hand moved up my belly and rested at the top of my chest. His thumb so very lightly traversed the line where the cup of my bra met the soft skin beneath and I could feel my body start to respond. I arched my back just enough to move my butt towards him a fraction of an inch and I could just barely feel the hardness of him grazing my backside. 

I was still unable to fully process what was going on: He's my friend! He hates this stuff! I don't even like him like this! My body was betraying me. I found myself turning over to face him. I kept my head buried in his chest; I, the lovey, cuddly, sex-positive one, was too scared to look at him, and I definitely didn't want to kiss him.

I slid one of my legs over his, and he pushed his leg in between mine until the hardness of his thigh was pressed up against me. I gasped a little at the sudden rush of sensation and my hips immediately began pressing more and more urgently against him. The silk of my underwear slid across his bare leg and I clutched his body in my arms, unsure, face still hidden.

I felt his hand on my butt, gently caressing at first and then more urgently grabbing and pulling my body towards him. Both of our breaths were coming in little gasps now and I was acutely aware of everything: the feeling of his bare chest against my face, the sound of his racing heart and how tightly he held me in his arms.

His hand traveled down my butt, lower, and suddenly it was between my legs. He pressed gently but insistently against the fabric covered softness, and I froze. I wanted him so badly, but we couldn't, right? His fingers found the edge of the material and the softness beneath and the sudden contact of his bare skin against mine made me jump. His fingers circled around slowly, caressing gently, exploring. I held my breath, torn by the thoughts in my head and the urgency of my body. I wanted his fingers inside me, now. My hips pressed towards his hand and when his fingers moved lower, my body instinctively strained to get closer. I gripped him tighter, feeling his body harden against mine. His finger gently spread me open and started to push slowly inside me. My back arched and I moaned as the new sensation took over body. Then, it hit me. It's Ben. I can't. Putting my hand flat against his chest I pushed away and said the two words that had been swimming in my head. "We shouldn't."

To be continued...



Just Friends



SamNY: Hi, I saw your profile and would love to introduce myself. I'm Sam, and I think you're beautiful. I'm only thirty but I've been told I'm very wise beyond my years. I'd love to meet you and take you out to dinner, sometime.

Hornedhousewife: Hello! Your profile picture is cute, but I really will have to decline your invitation. I'm married with kids, besides I'm way too old for you. I'm sorry.

SamNY: Age is only a number, isn't it? You're only 64, after all. You really look forty if you want to be honest.

Hornedhousewife: You're adorable, thanks for the compliment, but I'm old enough to be your grandmother. I really can't. But I'm flattered. I hope you find a nice girl on the website.

SamNY: You're very nice to say that. I thought you were that nice girl, but that's my crappy luck. If the marriage thing doesn't work out, give me a message.

Hornedhousewife: It's been forty years, I don't know about that.

SamNY: Just forty?

Hornedhousewife: Lol. We can at least be friends, how's that?

SamNY: I can deal with that just fine. I don't mind friendship with a sweet person like you.

What began as a rejection transformed in to a friendship between Sam and Ellen over the course of two months. She'd spare him advice on meeting women, he'd talk to her about her retirement, and soon enough they'd become so close they'd agreed to meet up in person. He'd shown up at her house that early morning to the sound of chatter in the backyard. Ellen was even more gorgeous than he'd imagined and at sixty four she didn't seem to show any of her age. She'd worn short blonde hair and a taut slim body under a blue blouse and dark blue jeans, and she greeted him with a joyous "Hey there!" and a tight hug.

They embraced like an aunt and nephew would, patting each other's backs and instantly striking up conversation. Nothing was awkward between the pair, and he was ready to get to know her. They'd gone out to the patio where she'd readied brunch for them, and sat down across from him boasting about meeting him finally.

"How was the train ride out here?"

"It was great, very nice."

"I'm so glad we got to meet up here. I normally don't have too much company here. Especially on Sundays."

"Why's that?"

"Most of my friends host lunches at their houses."

"I would have been fine with a restaurant."

"Oh no, this is fine," she waved him away, "We can get to know one another better. It's a lot better meeting face to face."

"You're much prettier in person."

"Thank you," she chuckled.

"Hey," an older man said rushing out from the kitchen patting Sam's shoulder.

"Hello," he said surprised.

"Harold, this is my friend Sam, we met online. Sam this is my husband Harold."

"Nice to meet you."

"You're the one," Harold laughed, "She talks about you like you're her son. Always bragging and saying she's going to introduce you to her friends' daughters."

Harold didn't know that Sam was more interested in the friends, rather than their daughters by a long shot. Sam wasn't impressed with Harold who was portly and tall with a balding head of hair, but he was very friendly, which Sam hated. He found Ellen to be out of his league and couldn't help admiring her behind whenever she bent over to serve Sam a drink.

"Well, it's been good, folks," Harold waved rushing off.

"When are you coming back from golf?" Ellen asked.

"Nine o'clock, we're going for dinner afterward."

"Bye," he said kissing her and patted Sam on the shoulder, rushing off.

"He's a nice guy," Sam replied.

"He's great," she nodded.

"How are you not single? I'm still kicking myself," he chuckled.

"I posted that online ad during a separation trial with Harold, and we'd gotten together very quickly. You were the only one half my age to respond to my ad."

"Just my damn luck."

"So, tell me about you."

"I'd really rather learn more about you."

"All I do is talk about me."

"I don't mind. You have fun stories to tell. You have a nice house, I bet there's a nice story there."

"Oh, it's very old," she shrugged, "Two stories. Occasionally we have my children over, but they only visit once a month with their families."

"So you're always alone?"

"No, I have my hobbies, and clubs."

"If I were Harold I'd never leave you alone."

"Men have to be men," she shrugged.

"You said you're an artist."

"Right!"

"Do you have any art in the house?"

"In the halls, come on, I'll show you!"

"Sure," he patted his sides following her in to the house as she boasted about the art she'd painted along the walls. They stood in the hall discussing her impressive portraits, and eventually made their way to the top floor.

"Who is this beauty?"

"That's me."

"Really?"

"I was forty when I painted that of myself."

"God, you're sexy."

"Thank you," she grinned blushing, and cleared her throat attempting to cut the tension. She turned to another painting of still life, and Sam observed it.

"So can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"If you weren't with Harry at the time I answered your ad... would you have taken me up on it?"

"I'm 64, Sam. What could we do together?"

"I can think of a few things," he hinted.

She grinned nervously, and attempting to hide her flustered face.

"I'm old enough to be your grandmother," she laughed.

"My grandmother never looked like you," he insisted.

"You were really prepared to go out with a woman twice your age?" she chortled.

"Sure, I mean you're a woman. I'm tired of being with girls."

"Well, they're not all the same. My daughter is a fine woman."

"She probably got it from you."

"Harry always says that about her," she blushed.

"Harry is a lucky guy."

"Come on, the food is probably getting cold."

Sam leaned over kissing her on the cheek and they met eyes.

"You're sweet," she grinned patting his shoulder.

"I'm sorry."

"I told you..."

"I know," he nodded, "You're married and have kids. I just wanted to sneak in one kiss on the cheek."

"You remind me of my son—"

"Aw—"

"—You probably didn't want to hear that," she laughed.

Sam leaned over pecking her on the lips and she stood back stunned slightly.

"Your son ever do that?"

"Let's go back down stairs," she warned.

"You forgot to kiss me back. It's only good manners."

"Fine, if I give you one peck, will you come downstairs and we can finish the day just talking?"

"Sure," he smiled.

She leaned over pecking him on the lips and he grasped the back of her neck leaning his head to the side reciprocating with an open mouthed kiss. He slid his tongue in to her mouth before she could react, and she resisted slightly, then reciprocated, kissing him back. They rubbed tongues with one another making out passionately and purring as the silence soaked in the sounds of their lips smacking against one another. He pulled her in closely deeply kissing her as she sighed biting his lip, and finally pulled back looking in to his eyes.

"Still just want to be friends?"

"I'm married."

"I saw Harry."

"Stop it."

"He's... frumpy."

"I have kids."

"They live far from here. All I see is you and me alone all day in your house, and you still won't admit you're attracted to me."

"Sam, you're wonderful but..."

"But what's the worst that could happen?"

"We'd get caught."

"He won't be here til tonight..."

"You're right," she nodded.

"You didn't finish giving me the tour of your house."

She furrowed her brows.

"I didn't see your bedroom yet."

She paused for a moment, still in his arms as he held her closely but gently. She stepped back nodding slightly and wiped her lips walking off. Sam turned following her in to the room and closed the door behind them. Ellen sighed standing in front of him as he grabbed her kissing her passionately, with both hands on her lower back, and she moaned kissing him back. He un buttoned her blouse tearing it off, revealing a black bra holding up her small taut breasts and lay her back along the bed, slipping off her jeans. She quivered nervously, submitting to his actions, as he tore off his shirt and pants mounting her along the edge of the bed. She welcomed his muscular tight body on to her and made out passionately with him as they rolled along the bed, rubbing bodies. He turned spreading her legs and slid her panties off slowly easing down and nuzzling her pussy with his face. 

He slid his tongue in to her smothering his mouth with her pussy. She could do nothing but look down and closed her eyes giving a heavy sigh of relief. She clutched her head with her hand sighing heavily and sighed again as his licking intensified. "Oh my god..." she quivered tensing. She clutched his head with both hands pushing him deeper and shuddered, spasming slightly and gave a long moan. He pressed harder, licking furiously, as she cried out squirming and spasming slightly, arching her lower back. 

He looked up at her as she clutched her head, cringing and cried out, yelping rapidly and moaned deeply. He looked up noticing her beet red face as she licked her lips furiously, and noticed she's orgasmed, and slid his tongue up along her stomach. She panted, clutching his head weakly and they embraced, kissing deeply. She wrapped her legs around his waist inviting more, and he turned her to her side clutching both breasts in his hand kissing her neck. He knew by the weak expression in her face she hadn't orgasmed in a long time, and she confirmed it days later when they talked over the phone. He turned her on her knees and slid his pants down smacking her behind as she buckled, looking back in a haze of ecstasy. 

He slid in to her with one quick movement as she cried out swinging her head back, and held on to the bed with both hands as he pumped her from behind repeatedly. The thrusts were sharp but slow, as he took his time. She loved being dominated and she hadn't been so controlled in a long time. She leaned her head back absorbing every hard pump from behind as he pounded her bareback, again and again shaking the bed along the carpeted floor. For a moment all she could hear were her grunts and the smacking of his cock in to her ass, and closed her eyes enjoying every moment. He groaned sliding out from behind her and she dropped to her back weakly, spreading her long legs. He mounted her sliding in to her warm tight pussy. She cried out in clutching his back with one hand and his hair with another and wrapped her legs around his waist as he thrust in to her. He nearly cum, feeling her tight pussy pulsate around his cock, but he powered through, humping her hard and fast as she moaned aloud clutching his hair in her hand tightly. 

He grabbed the end of her bed pushing himself in to her deeper as she moaned aloud, and grunted pounding on her as much as he could. For a moment the two lost control as she moaned aloud grasping his back and halted as she panted heavily. He pumped her as hard as he could drawing a long groan and heavy sharp pant from her and slid out as she spasmed, crying out in pleasure. He kissed her neck and held her tightly as she achieved her second orgasm, almost impossibly losing control of her body as she shuddered and spasmed, holding on to him as if afraid of losing control of her body. Finally after many minutes, she calmed and panted releasing her hold from him and gazed at him lovingly. He wasn't finished as he entered her once again and pounded her on her fast and hard. He lifted her legs up gaining full access and fucked her as fast as he could as she let out a scream, clutching the head board and he finally dropped cumming harder than he ever had in his life. He panted hard, sliding out from her and came all over her inner thighs and pussy as she panted heavily, quivering aloud and clutching her head in sheer disbelief.

That afternoon they'd soaked in the silence, lying side by side in bed. She lay under the covers purring over and over and looked over at Sam who lay along his back enjoying the moment. She grinned widely, and rubbed his bare chest sighing aloud. "Never... ever... in my life..."

"You liked that?" Sam chuckled.

She purred in confirmation, "That was... beyond anything I've ever had..."

"Not even Harry?" he gloated.

"Harry who?"

She laughed jokingly as he shared in the amusement, and she covered her face in guilt, blushing beet red.

"No, I'm bad. Harry has his moments."

"Who's better?"

"Oh come on."

"Tell me."

"Stop it," she groaned.

"Come on," he joked poking at her as she giggled mischievously. She squirmed as he slid his hand between her legs and jammed his fingers in to her. She sighed soaking in the fondling as he kissed her neck and she closed her eyes, "You... oh god you..." That afternoon after giving her a third orgasm, the two indulged in a shower together, and sat in bed, naked and engaging in pillow talk for what seemed like hours. Ellen was all wrong. They shared much in common, and he was so much more mature than he'd originally let on. More to the point he was amazing in bed, giving her an experience she'd never had in all her years with Harry. After many hours of talking and bonding, they finally emerged in to the late afternoon, dressing up and preparing to act as if nothing had happened that day. Ellen felt invigorated as they shared an early dinner and she was preparing stories for Harry to act as a mundane diversion to what really occurred that day.

It was two hours before Harry would come home from fishing as she readied to do the dishes and Sam sat in the patio looking back at her as she dropped the dishes in to the sink. She felt his eyes on her and looked back smiling. She walked over knowing he was up to no good, and rubbed his shoulders, "What are you thinking?"

"Let's go for a ride," he declared. She lifted the table skirt up noticing he'd pulled his pants down and sat with an inviting erection. She gasped for a moment and before she could blush he'd unbuttoned her jeans. She threw caution to the window tearing them off and mounted him on the chair sliding down on to his cock. She tensed up sighing and held on to the table. She thrust on to him hard crying out and he held her pelvis, guiding her pussy up and down on to his cock. "Oh my god, I'm going to cum again!" she yelped as she slid up and down. She held on to the table desperately trying to gain footing and slipped dropping down on to his cock. She folded in to him crying out in to his shoulder panting and dug her face in to his chest yelling with every deep powerful thrust he gave her. She was balls deep in to his cock, and it was an unspeakable sensation that drew heavy cries of pleasure from her. 

He grunted, taking control, and pounded her as hard as he could growing aroused as she held on to him and screamed in pleasure. Finally he'd pounded her one last time and came deeply in to her. They held one another tightly, soaking in the orgasm, and panted as they balanced along the shaky patio chair. Finally he lifted her up in his arms and carried her in to her living room, dropping her on to the couch and she laughed aloud, panting and clutching her head. He leaned over kissing her neck and breasts as she lay weakly, submitting to his pecks. She muttered "Oh my god..." over and over as she lay weak and drained from the pounding she'd received and they made out passionately, folding in to one another. Shortly before Harold arrived from him, Ellen slipped back in to her jeans and cleaned herself up, building her strength once again. She had to, since Harry had come home to a seemingly quiet home and saw Sam sitting at the table drinking coffee and smiling as innocently as he could.

"So out with it," Harold whispered to Ellen as she washed the dishes.

"What?"

"Did you let him down easily?"

"As best as I could."

"And you're staying friends?"

"He's a good boy..." she shrugged empathetically, "He needs a friend or two."

"Not a woman twice his age."

"What could happen?" she chuckled.

"Nothing," he brayed, "It's just kind of weird him hanging around an older woman like yourself."

"I'm not that old."

"I didn't mean anything by that. But hey, if you want to hang with a boy, go for it. That's all up to you."

"We might go out to the swap meet next weekend. You know... for fun."

"Sure thing. That gives me an excuse to go golfing."

He kissed her and walked off happily.

"How long will you be next weekend?"

"Oh... all day... probably until the evening. I probably wont have enough strength to walk when I come back."

"I'll bet," he laughed walking up the steps.

"I can guarantee it," she swore admiring Sam from afar.



Just Friends



It was getting towards the end of her night shift. During the holiday period, they were always uneventful. You had to be there, no one else wanted to be there, but you just got through it somehow.

This time around, it had been made so much easier by keeping in touch with a close friend of hers. Callie had been going through some difficult times in the past few weeks... but John had been there for her even before her troubles began.

He'd supported, encouraged, and more recently he'd been open and honest about how he really felt about her. The timing had been awful... she had confided so much in him... then one innocent afternoon he had blurted out how often he'd thought about her, and more importantly WHAT he'd thought. 

There had always been subtle signs, the odd throwaway comment from him, she presumed in jest. Sometimes, her mind had wandered, not only to how badly he'd been treated himself, but to how he had treated her... how things would be if she wasn't engaged, or if she'd met him earlier. The thoughts had kept her warm some nights, but that's all they were - thoughts. Deep down, she'd always thought he wasn't giving her a second glance. 

In her mind, after years of a pedestrian relationship, not without its issues, she was the annoying younger sister - taken under his wing when stepping into her new job in a new area. Little did she know, until he'd come clean that afternoon, that he had often felt the same way about her, and his enthusiasm for working with her extended to more than just being her friend. 

That said, after a heart to heart... and a little more of an encounter when she had considered splitting from her fiancé, they had decided to be JUST FRIENDS. She had dealt with her own demons in the relationship, and despite choosing to work hard at her relationship and make a go of it, he hadn't cut her loose. This reinforced his promise to be friends first, anything else second. 

The encounter often stuck in her mind though. She replayed it over at times when she stole some time to herself. A weekend of exploring herself, and him, her feelings for herself, her friend, and her partner before coming to a decision. She didn't regret it, she loved Mark... and because of her encounter with John, and the relaxing closeness she still felt for him, she never would regret it.

And now, a week on... she was finishing another night shift. John had been keeping her occupied, but had long since fell asleep with is phone in his hand. She was going to take him up on his offer to stop at his this morning, in relative peace, away from her fiancé and daughter, whilst he did his usual bachelor stuff of sport, computers and dog walking to let her sleep.

As she left work, thoughts and echoes of last weekend spun into her head. She blamed the sleep deprivation combined with that last shot of coffee she'd had before leaving. At least this time it was broad daylight, and there was no opportunity to gradually slide closer on the sofa after some wine.

She slipped into her car and drove slowly, almost on automatic, the short route to John's house. Since her relationship issues, she'd had a key. Useful for using the house when he was away, helpful for calling in after work if he was wrist deep in gardening. 

She let herself in, the house still in darkness. She could hear the soft hum of the heating warming her pajamas as she put down her bag and kicked off her shoes. He'd once again thought of the little things... Including, as he'd already told her, the spare room made up for her - the warmest room in the house should get her to sleep in no time on the cold January morning. 

Thinking of him, and wanting to repay his thoughtfulness... she poured a glass of water in the kitchen with almost silent skill. Setting it on the dining table, she unzipped her tunic and slid it off. Rolling down her black tights, she hung them both on the back of the nearest chair. 

She collected her pajamas and crept slowly up his narrow stairs. As she reached the top, she could hear his soft familiar breathing coming from his room. Something stirred inside her stomach, it flipped. Scolding herself, she stepped the other way and into the warm room awaiting her. John had overdone it - and the place was like a sauna. Opening the window a crack, she slipped her arms out of her bra, unclasping it and letting it drop where she stood. She tossed her pajamas redundantly onto the end of the bed and wriggled her knickers off her hips to step out of them. Thankfully, as she slipped under the duvet, it was cool, cotton and felt relaxing against her bare skin. Callie let out a content sigh... This felt fine and would do perfectly. She slipped her glasses off, placing them next to her phone... turned over and drifted slowly off to sleep.

Something jolted her from her dream. She had no idea what time it was... but there was still plenty of darkness in her room. She shuffled in her cocoon of a bed, pushing her naked ass out and moving her arms to a more comfortable position. She froze. The soft naked flesh of her exposed butt had brushed something, no, someone. 

Callie took a deep breath; his scent was unmistakable. She dared to push back a little more, her movements were met with a soft groan. This was happening - it was John. 

As she tried to control her racing heart, she felt his warm hand glide over her ribs and down around her waist...part of her wanted her mouth to open, and a stark reminder of the way they had agreed to leave things to come out. But the burning desire at the heart of her was fighting it, warping what her head wanted to say into something deep and lustful. Her mouth opened, and she expelled a soft "yesss" to the sensations she was experiencing. Without a word from John, he began stroking up and down her front and stomach. As before, each touch to her skin was electric, he touched her in a way no one else ever had before, or since. 

She dared herself to push back against him again, the welcome sensation of his incredibly warm erection pressing against her lower back only served to heighten her senses still further. She barely had her eyes open, deep breathing, heart racing, becoming lost in the sensations as his hands expertly wandered all over her back, and sliding over her stomach, her hips, her thighs, and up over her nipples, which were wide awake and tuned in to what she was feeling.

She let out a gasp as his warm palm slowly massaged her breasts, trying desperately to control her feelings... all the time her head screaming no, but her intense arousal screaming for more deep within her. Callie rolled slightly, allowing John's hands more access, she turned her head... his deep brown eyes were gazing at her face in the dim light. She went to bite her bottom lip, as she had done so many times over the past week when thoughts had drifted into her head. Only this time, her lips were met by his, softly as before, but sensual and igniting her desire still further.

Her hands slid up behind his neck, brushing his hair and drawing his lips into hers as they clenched, swirled and entwined together. Callie felt her left leg slide up almost by instinct as she became lost under the spell of his hands and lips against her body. John moved his long arms around her shoulders and traced a solitary finger down her spine, she twitched. All the nagging doubt and reservation evaporated as the nerve endings came alive again. As if he had a sixth sense, John rocked his weight onto her, sliding her back melting into the covers of the bed and pressing them together. The man she'd fought so hard in her head to move on from, was now supporting his weight above her, hips pressed against her, and all she could do was look up into his smile, which was barely masking the raw lust he felt for her.

Callie welcomed this sensation, it had been missed, she slid her soft hands along his sides and down to his strong hips as he pressed them against her womanhood, from the tip of her toes to her spinning head she was in a deep state of desire. She parted her warm thighs for John, knowing he wanted the same as she did. Any possible flame of resistance was firmly extinguished by her psyche as she felt his hard cock pressing, gently opening, grazing her lips. Torn between closing her eyes and letting them drink in the view, she met his gaze. His deep desire was obvious, and she fixed him in a gaze that she knew he had come to recognize. 

With one slow maneuver, John slid into her warm and sensitive mound. A wave of pleasure washed up from her pussy as it enveloped his throbbing manhood. Her eyes sunk back in their recesses for an instant, at the same time John's head looked up, eyes shut, as his own body drank in the overwhelming pleasure he also felt. He began slowly moving his hips against her, Callie looked down at him, once again meeting his gaze. As he pushed into her, his pace quickened, his strength grew. His arms either side of her head, he dropped to his elbows, planting a firm passionate kiss onto her mouth as it expelled the air from her consistent heavy breathing. Callie's back arched up to meet each thrust as his throbbing cock brushed its way in and out repeatedly washing wave after wave over her.

Suddenly, the sensations stopped. A sense of absence hit Callie as John withdrew from her. She looked up, longingly into his face. He grinned at her, sliding his hand under her right hip, he rolled her in one strong motion onto her front. As his cock brushed the backs of her legs, he planted kiss after soft kiss on her shoulder and spine, lower, melting her, giving her goosebumps. She felt his strong warm hands on her hips, pulling her up onto her knees. Callie rested her spinning head on the pillows before her as she felt him breathing heavily against her lower back. She closed her eyes as she felt the throbbing head of his cock opening her once more. 

Different this time, in one smooth hard thrust he entered her deep. She let out a muffled, approving moan almost as instinct. 

John was relentless, his hands remaining on her ample hips, he began fucking her harder, deeper... she could not believe how good this felt. She pushed back, part instinct and part desperation to feel more, to draw him further into her... every hard thrust grazed past her aching clit. She could feel him swelling within her, tightening herself around his shaft as their bodies slapped off oneanothers, his hands gripping and her pussy twitching and throbbing in time to his cock. 

She felt John's breathing begin to change. As his thrusts became more regular, harder, his breathing became deeper, more frequent, with a tinge of groaning escaping with each breath. She wanted this, she pushed back harder, meeting his thrusts before they'd barely begun, adding to the intensity of the moment. Her whole body felt like it was glowing, the air on her skin making her hairs stand on end. 

John tightened his grip on her hips, and in a matter of 2 final deep hard thrusts, he groaned as he climaxed deep within her. The sensation touched her like nothing else, like tiny electric pin pricks all touching her at the same time, exploding from her pussy and down to her toes, along her stomach and to the edges of her nipples as they pressed against the fabric of the bed covers. John rested inside her, throbbing as she gripped his shaft inside her, moving slightly, milking, with natural wanton desire, she kept going, working herself on his shaft as her head began to spin. She pushed back on him and reached under herself, as her numb fingers grazed her swollen clit, Callie pushed back again onto his emptying cock. She held her breath as she exploded within herself, her thighs shaking and her lips curling inside her mouth as she squealed to herself, into the pillow. Gasping, John stroked her ass and hips as she wriggled... milking the last drops from him with her own tightly wound and rapidly waving orgasm. 

She felt John's lips on her back, gently kissing and caressing her sensitive skin as he traced his way up to her neck. As she knelt, quivering, he slipped out of her gently and massaged his way up her sides as she collapsed onto her front, eyes still closed but tilting her head to the left. John kissed her neck, drew her long brown hair from her cheek and kissed her softly. Collapsing onto his side next to her, and resting a hand on her naked back, he allowed himself to drink in the view before him. She opened her eyes to see John smiling, appreciating. Warmth came over her, satisfaction. This wasn't going to be a straightforward future...