12 comments/ 85079 views/ 23 favorites Fucking Ava By: peach_ The best fuck I've ever had? That's got to be Ava. Every time I close my eyes I can feel her fingertips expertly moving across my skin, her voice a soft and sultry whisper in my ear. God, she was beautiful. Even her name was sexy... Ava. Ava with her shoulder length chestnut hair, curling inwards at her shoulders. Standing at 5'7, she was slim yet pearshaped, with small pert tits and gorgeous hips and thighs, thick but toned. She was pale, but it worked for her, her milky skin somehow complementing those dark chocolate eyes I could get lost in. My skin is peachy, with freckles on my nose and shoulders. My green eyes are a world away from hers. We do have something in common though... I probably should have mentioned... I'm a girl. * * * Ava and I were having a quiet night in. She'd had a rough day at work and wasn't in the best of moods. We'd just cracked open another bottle of wine, the first being a perfect accompaniment to dinner. She was curled up on the sofa, in beige chinos and a navy cashmere sweater, her dark hair framing her face. I myself had my long wavy brown hair tied up, and had thrown on some jersey shorts and an old flannel shirt just before Ava came home. "I'll get the popcorn, you whack on the DVD" I shouted from the kitchen. She seemed distant, not really focusing on the film. I'd fancied Ava for a long time, ever since we met at university. Now that we were roommates, you'd think there'd be plenty of opportunities for me to tempt her into my bed, but I could never find the right time. Tonight was no different. "Here, I'll cheer you up. Let me give you a massage." Normally, Ava's head would have said no, she was kind of a prude. However, tonight she listened to her body: her achy muscles cried out YES!, especially after the two bottles of Chardonnay we had shared. I told her to meet me in her bedroom; I had to fetch a few things. I watched her walk, her hips swaying - that perfect fucking arse teasing me with every step she took. Hurrying to my own bedroom, I grabbed a few scented candles and my special massage oil, doing a double take for the lighter. Hey, even if I was madly in lust over her, I could at least do this properly. As I walked through the doorway, I saw her curled up on the silk bedspread, the deep plum colour adding a regal touch to the room. "Lay on your front," I told her. "And get those clothes off." She mumbled something into the bedsheets, god knows what. I placed candles on various surfaces around the bedroom, lighting them slowly and revelling in the scent that filled the room – vanilla, lavender, rose and apple. I sat down next to her, and slipped a hand under her sweater, lightly tickling her back. "Ava. Come on. Avs?" I rubbed her back. "It'll make you feel better, trust me." With the wine clouding her judgement, she sat up. She didn't make eye contact. The cashmere sweater landed on the floor, joined by the pair of beige chinos and a bra. She lay on her front, face buried in a pillow, her delicious pale skin contrasting with the dark bedspread. All she wore was a little black thong, which hugged her hips perfectly. As I stood there salivating over that perfect arse, I almost forgot why we were there. I gingerly stepped towards her, the small bottle of massage oil still in my hand. Carefully kneeling next to her on the bed, I lightly traced my left hand to the side, up her back and towards her neck, whilst my right hand moved down the small of her back, just brushing her hip and thigh. You can't fucking ruin this, Ems, I told myself. The silence filled the room, broken only by Ava's soft, slow breathing. I poured some oil onto my hands, and reached down towards Ava's back. Fuck me, her skin was soft. I smoothed my hands from her shoulders down to her thong, eliciting a small gasp from Ava at the coolness of the oil. Mandarin and jasmine, the smell was stunning. It mingled with the scent of the candles, and shrouded us with a sense of serenity as my hands travelled up and down her back, caressing her soft curves with my fingertips, kneading her milky skin and soothing her achy muscles. I slowly worked her neck and shoulders, paying close attention to her breathing; she seemed relaxed, her eyes closed and her lips hinting at a smile. I moved up to her left arm, smoothing oil slowly from her shoulder to her wrist in one fluid stroke, then rubbing back up in small circles, repeating the process a few times. I did the same to her other arm, and returned to her back. Brushing my hands along her sides, I was surprised she wasn't ticklish – she didn't even flinch. I daringly let my fingertips trace along the very sides of her breasts, the act of which made me catch my breath; the touch alone was like electricity. God, I'd waited so long for this. I massaged the small of her back, which induced more small sighs of pleasure. This was it, now or never... I hooked my fingers on the sides of her tiny black panties and slowly began to pull them down. To my surprise, Ava merely lifted her hips an inch, to help me slip them off. They joined the sweater, bra and chinos on the floor, and my wandering hands soon found Ava's skin once more. Don't push your luck... My fingertips danced along her hips, carefully avoiding her buttocks. Never in my life have I had to exercise such self-restraint. Her left leg was receiving my attention, my hands rubbing the oil along her thigh. Her legs were pressed together, blocking my access to her inner thighs. I carried along her leg, massaging her calf, and moving towards her feet. This was my chance. I lifted her foot, causing her leg to bend at the knee, and I subtly moved her leg towards me somewhat, whilst still working that silky smooth skin. I laid her leg down, leaving a good three inch gap between them. I repeated this on her other leg, which too now lay on the bedspread, glistening from the massage oil, with a 6 inch gap between her ankles. Sneaky should be my middle name... I started smoothing her legs from ankle to thigh, going from the sides, and rubbing move towards the middle with each stroke up. I took my time running my hands up her inner thighs, savouring each moment. To this day I don't remember if it was my imagination, or if Ava really spread her legs half an inch more when I was getting close to her pussy. Not yet, Emily. Not yet. Fuck. I let my hands rove up past her thighs, resting on her arse. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. I had to stop myself as I almost gave those gorgeous buttocks a hard squeeze. Instead, I caressed the smooth skin, alternating between slow and pressured kneading, and a faster pace with just my fingertips. She let out a definite sigh this time as my hands travelled back over her hips. I worked her back some more, and nudged her side. She knew what I wanted, and she rolled over, eyes still closed, her breathing mostly slow and steady. I gazed at her body, from her long lashes, down past her full lips, her collarbones... I rested at her breasts. They were beautiful. Round and pert, with little pink nipples that I longed to suck on. I continued, looking at her flat stomach, her full hips, and her smooth pussy, shaved of course. Her legs lay spread a good eight inches this time, her inhibitions loosened by the wine and candles. My fingers trembled as they made their way towards Ava's neck. I barely touched her, as I traced a path from behind her ears, down her neck, and along her collarbones. I repeated this path, up and down, and could see Ava's mouth opening and closing a fraction of an inch, displaying her pleasure with small, silent moans. I went from grazing her collarbones, to kneading her arms, to brushing my fingertips along her ribs towards her flat stomach. I massaged her sides and her abdomen, moving up the valley between her breasts. Her chest was rising and falling more prominently now, her breathing sharper. I let my hands run over the curve of her breasts and back towards her navel, before stroking her hips. I massaged her legs, drawing her knees up towards her chest this time, one by one. A musky scent filled the room as her legs were spread, and I realised that she was wet. I accidentally-on-purpose brushed her pussy lips with my finger as I lowered her leg back down, and this time a distinctive gasp left Ava's mouth. A tense silence followed, but she made no objections. I took this as a sign. I focused on her inner thighs, varying my touch from little circles traced with my fingertips, to smoothing my oily hands slowly from her groin to her knee and back up. I let my index and middle finger run along her swollen labia, causing her to let out a long soft moan. Her chest was rising and falling more shakily now, and I felt her unsteady breathing with my hands on her ribs. I dribbled oil along her breasts, and began to massage it in, carefully avoiding her nipples – now hard and dark pink, aching for attention. Her breasts filled my hands as I cupped them, squeezing and kneading them softly. I flicked my hands over Ava's nipples. Her eyes flew open. "Emily, we shouldn't do thi-" She stopped mid-sentenced and gasped loudly as I pinched her left nipple, which stiffened further under my touch. Our eyes locked, and I smirked as I thumbed her right nipple, causing her eyes to roll and her mouth to fall open. She was enjoying this as much as I was, and when I pinched her nipple hard, she let out a squeal, before matching my grin. "Oh fuck it Ems..." she sighed, watching me intently as I lowered my head towards her pert little tits. My mouth closed on her left nipple, and her low moans were music to my ears, as I sucked happily. I replaced my mouth with nimble fingers, and started to lick and suck her right nipple, lightly nibbling with my teeth, which caused even more moans to escape Ava's lips. I moved my mouth up to her neck, leaving a trail of kisses, intermingled with bites. Hesitantly, I kissed along her jawline, and moved towards her mouth. My reservations were unnecessary; before I knew it, her lips were crushing mine, her tongue slipping into my mouth. I don't know how long we kissed – all I know is we were both breathless, her fingers entwined in my hair, my hand cupping her bosom. We stared at each other, panting, for what seemed like an eternity. I looked straight into her eyes as I moved my hand south; down her ribcage to her knee, before grazing my hand lightly along her inner thigh, stopping an inch from her cunt, dripping with moisture. I could feel the heat radiating off of her throbbing pussy, and longed to bury my face within its fleshy folds, tasting Ava for the first time. It was Ava who broke the silence first. "Oh fuck, Ems. Do that again." I repeated my action, trailing my fingers even slower this time, her silky skin damp with perspiration. She gasped as I got close to her cunt, and her breath shuddered as I drew my finger over her lips. I let my index finger delve into her pussy, and god she was wet. I couldn't resist. I brought my finger to my face, and let my tongue dart over it, tasting her sweet nectar. I had to have her. I kissed her hungrily, my hand still working her inner thigh, occasionally brushing her labia. Her hips were bucking a little, but I intended to make her wait. I kissed along her neck and breasts, and let my hand to the work. I dipped my fingers in her wetness, and rubbed them slowly along her outer lips, probing her inner labia every few strokes. Ava kept her hips in rhythm with my hand, in an attempt to grind her clit on me, whimpering when I moved away my hand. "Beg." An echo sounded throughout the bedroom, though I did not raise my voice. Ava's moans and gasps fell silent, and she looked uncertain. "Emily, what-" "I said beg." I resumed rubbing slowly along her labia, purposely avoiding her clitoris, and her eyes widened as the words sank in. "Emily." She whispered. "Make me come." I flicked a wet index finger over her swollen nub, and she inhaled sharply through gritted teeth. "Fuck, Emily. Please. I need you to make me come." I needed no second invitation. I kissed and licked my way down along her stomach and hip, and let my hands fully take over. My left rested on her mound, my thumb and middle finger spreading her lips. My right hand stroked her dripping pussy, my slick fingers rubbing her clit slowly in circles. Ava's hips once more moved in time with me, her clit now grinding my thumb. Her gasps turned to whimpers, as I rubbed her clit with one hand and fingered her hot cunt with the other. Soon she was moaning louder and louder, pendulating her hips voraciously. Her fingers were gripping the bedspread, clenching hard, and her head was thrown back, eyes shut tightly. My mouth longed to osculate her delicious pussy; I was drawn to her sweet musky scent as if hypnotised. I moved further down the bed, and brought my face close to her slick folds. Her fragrance filled my nose, and I was dizzy with excitement as my tongue darted across her lips. I rubbed her clitoris with my thumb as I lapped at her inner labia, tasting her delicious juices. Her moans were becoming convulsive and shaky as she tensed with arousal. I moved my lips towards her throbbing bud, and my fingers pushed back into her hot pussy. My tongue circled her clit very slowly, avoiding direct contact. "E-Emily... Fuck..." gasped Ava. I knew she was close; her pussy walls were tensing around my fingers. I suddenly sucked her clit hard, flicking my tongue over the very tip as I sucked, whilst rubbing her g-spot slowly, but with considerable pressure. Ava tensed one final time, her hips rising a few inches off the bedspread, whilst I continued to pleasure her cunt, sucking harder and licking faster. I felt her cunt contract, then pulse around my digits. She let out a guttural moan, and collapsed back onto the silk sheet, every inch of her skin glistening with sweat. Her gasping slowly began to subside; I gave her clitoris one final lick, before kissing my way up her body, and gently kissing her lips. "Christ, Emily... Where the fuck did you learn how to do... well, that?" I laughed, and our lips met once more. Ava broke the kiss, giggling. "I suddenly feel somewhat underdressed" she said, lightly raking her nails along my thigh. I didn't even bother undoing my shirt buttons; I simply pulled the goddamn thing over my head, and flung it across the room. She bit her lip as she gazed at my breasts, and reached out to cup one, much larger than her exquisite handfuls. I straddled her, my tits resting on her chest. I toyed her nipple absentmindedly as we kissed; I don't know how much time we spent like this, it could have been a minute, could have easily been an hour. I stiffened as a familiar sound broke the near-silence; the phone was ringing. Fucking Ava Ch. 02 Emily finally seduces Ava, her roommate, by way of a sensual massage. Their liaison is interrupted by a telephone call. * * * Shit. The sound reverberated through the room, my heart thumping loudly with every ring. I locked eyes with Ava, silently willing her to give me a sign; was this call more important than the skin I felt under my fingertips? She sat up, gently pushing me back. I tried to catch her eye, but she looked away, and her face gave me no clue as to what she felt right then. Reluctantly, I got up off of the bed, and headed towards the telephone, as if in slow motion. I held the receiver to my ears, unable to utter a word. "...Emily? Hello? Emily, is that you?" "Uh, y-yeah. Hey Pete." I finally managed to spit out. "So, uh, sorry it's so late, I got held up at work. Still okay if I come over?" I breathed deeply, trying to regain my composure. "Yeah, sure!" I finally chirped. "I'm gonna have a quick shower and I'll see you later." "Alright, see you." He replied and hung up, and there was an uneasy atmosphere in the room. I gazed at Ava, that perfect little hardbody, but she avoided my stare. "Uh, I'm going to go shower before Pete comes over." I picked up my shirt, and left Ava's room without a word. Oh, Pete's my boyfriend by the way. We've been together for about two years now, and spend almost every other night at each other's place; I hadn't wanted us to move in together just yet. I could still smell the mandarin massage oil on my hands as I undressed in the bathroom, and before I knew it my hands were lightly rubbing my breasts through my bra. My bra joined my shorts and shirt on the floor; I was standing in the bathroom in only some low-rise knickers – colourful with ruffled edges. Shit, Pete was going to be here soon. Stop thinking of the way you fucked your roommate, Em, and go fucking shower. The water felt good, beating down on my skin. My dark brown hair was plastered to my face; I smoothed it back and gargled the hot water, kidding myself that that would be enough to get rid of Ava's musky flavour on my tongue. Oh god, Ava. I caught myself running my hands along my hourglass curves, from my ample breasts down to my curvy hips, then along the little triangle of hair above my pussy. Stop, Em. You boyfriend will be over any minute. Not your hot little roommate whose clit you just sucked on, your BOYFRIEND. I squeezed shower gel into my hand, and let it ooze through my fingers onto my breasts. I couldn't help but roll my nipples between my fingers as I lathered myself up. My mind flashed with images of Ava, coming hard against my mouth, her hips bucking, her eyes squeezed shut, her mouth letting out those delicious moans whilst her pussy walls squeezed and throbbed around my fingers... This was too much. Peter could wait. I cupped my tits and gave them a squeeze, letting my fingers trace circles along my pinky brown areolas. My nipples were already hard and pert, and in no time I was lightly pinching them, wishing it was Ava's hands doing the work. My left hand stayed on my soaped-up breast, my right strayed south to attend to my pussy, which was throbbing for attention. After stroking along my outer lips, I dipped a finger between them to find I was so very wet. I knew I had the hots for my roommate, but I never thought she could make my body react like this simply by thinking about her. Now was not the time for slow, sensual orgasms. I had to get myself off. Now. My finger still rested between my labia, and I slipped it deep into my dripping cunt, before pulling it out slowly and sliding it along the thick folds, circling my clit. I repeated this, alternating between a single stroke of my clit, and plunging my finger into my pussy and withdrawing it. My other hand pinched and tugged at my nipple, and my chest heaved as my breathing became shallower, small gasps escaping my lips. My breast jiggled a little as I moved my hand, the tiles cold and hard under my fingertips as I felt around for something above me. I focused solely on my clitoris now, rubbing quickly with my index and middle finger over the swollen bud. My fingers closed around something hard and plastic; the showerhead. After grappling somewhat to remove it from the wall mount, I pointed the jet of water at first my nipple, then my stomach, and then at my mound, the warm water running through my neat pubic hair. My fingers that had previously been attending to my throbbing nub had now spread my inner lips, just enough that my pink, engorged clit was exposed. A moan rolled off my tongue as I positioned the jet against my clitoris, my body responding instantly. I breathed Ava's name as my hips bucked against the stream of water, a familiar pressure building inside me. My body tensed; I arched my back and stood motionless, the water still pounding down on my cunt. I was on the edge of a cliff, balanced on the fringe, then suddenly... I fell. I shuddered as my orgasm shot through me; my pussy pulsed, and I heard myself whimper. Like waves lapping at my body, the sheer ecstasy washed through me, bathing me in pleasure. I inhaled sharply as my orgasm subsided, and let it out in a long trembling breath, finally dropping my hand which was clenched around the showerhead. My clit tingled, and my knees were weak. It took me a few minutes to compose myself. I washed my hair and finished showering, and stepped out of the cubicle, wrapping a towel around myself. I'll dry off properly in my room, I told myself. Walking into the hallway, I heard voices coming from the living room. Oh shit. Peter. Peter and Ava were sitting on the sofa, chattering about something on the television; I must have taken longer in the shower than I thought... Oh god. Peter and Ava. Ava and Peter. In one room. My boyfriend, and my roommate. Both of whom I'd now fucked. I just stood and gaped at the scene unfolding before my eyes. My hair was dripping, and beads of water glistened on my skin. "Oh, hey, there you are!" smiled Pete, hoisting his lanky frame from the sofa. At six-foor-four, he towered over my modest five feet and five inches. And a half. He looked cute tonight; his dark brown hair was ruffled and messy, and his blue eyes were even more brilliant than usual. He wrapped me in his arms, nicely defined, but with no overt muscle – just the way I liked them – and I felt myself melt into his broad shoulders as I breathed in his gorgeous smell. I felt a kiss on my forehead, and I sighed. I missed him. I glanced over at Ava, still sitting on the sofa; her expression was unreadable. I threw a sheepish shrug in her direction, a silent apology for the earlier interruption. But that interruption was my boyfriend, and I hadn't seen him all week. I interlaced our fingers as I took him by the hand, and I led him to my bedroom. Fucking Ava Ch. 03 Emily thinks of her encounter with Ava, and masturbates in the shower. She finds her boyfriend, Peter, waiting for her in the living room, and leads him to her bedroom. * * * Our fingers touched, and it sent little jolts of electricity up my arm; I missed him. His touch alone gave me little thrills, and this wasn't even in a remotely sexual sense. I pushed the door closed, and stood facing him. "Oh Pete... Missed you" I whispered, whilst holding his hand and looking deep into his azure eyes. He pulled me into his chest, emulating the embrace in the living room. "Missed you too, baby" he murmured, his lips against my damp hair. He placed small gentle kisses on my forehead, cheek, and jawline, and I sighed, revelling in the familiar touch. I raised myself to stand on tiptoes and our lips met; I felt that warm smooth flesh against my own, the sensation making my stomach flutter and my breath jagged. I pulled my face away; his arms wrapped around my waist meant that our hips were still touching. Placing my hands on his chest, I pushed back a little, and looked his deep in the eyes, a playful smirk at the corners of my mouth. A quizzical expression appeared on his face, unsure as to what I would do next. He leaned forward, our lips inching closer. At the last moment, I flicked my tongue over his bottom lip, and pulled back, giggling. He looked at me with an animalistic glint in his eyes, and attempted to kiss me again. I held my hands on his neck, my lips half an inch away. I could feel his hot breath, uneven as my own. I placed a series of small pecks on his lips, again pulling back, teasing him further. His fingers dug into the small of my back, and I grinned at the effect I had on him. A low growl rose in his throat, and I couldn't hold back any longer. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I moaned softly as his lips crushed mine; I felt his tongue press against my lips and I separated them slightly. I clung to him as our tongues danced in each others' mouths, lapping at each other hungrily; I lightly bit Peter's bottom lip and gazed deep in his eyes. His hands cupped my breasts briefly through my towel, before running along my waist and past my hips; finally they came to rest on my firm buttocks. With his hands still on my arse, he suddenly hoisted me up, my legs naturally wrapping themselves around his waist, my arms supporting my weight by draping themselves across his shoulders and across his neck. My body had a mind of its own. My lips feverishly sought his, and before long our hot tongues were frantically caressing and licking at each other. My hips were grinding against him ever so slightly, his hands deliciously cupping my arse. My neck trembled with the hum of shallow breathing and soft moans. I started to undo his shirt buttons, running my nails lightly across his chest. I felt his breathing catch in his throat, and he kissed me harder still. We fell back onto my bed, his shirt half off. My hands worked his belt buckle, already halfway there, determined to get his jeans off as quickly as possible. The blue cotton fell to the floor, shortly followed by the denim, and soon he was standing before me in loose navy cotton boxers, which were already displaying a prominent bulge. "I feel somewhat underdressed..." I purred, letting the towel drop to my sides, my hands caressing my hips. I arched my back, pushing my breasts out, the peaks of which were topped with dark pinky brown nipples that stood to attention in anticipation. "Ahh, fuck Em..." Peter breathed, already sliding his boxer shorts down his muscly thighs. He stood exposed before me. His shoulders were broad, leading to a slim waist. His chest had just the right amount of dark hair upon it, which snaked down, getting thicker past his navel. The 'goody trail' led to a noticeable erection; a rigid seven and a half inches, lightly veined, and tipped with a smooth, dark pink head, now glistening with pre-cum. It curved up slightly, towards his abdomen, the mere sight of which made my mouth water. A frisson quivered through my stomach, and I'm surprised I managed to speak at all. "Peter, fuck me." The words sounded foreign in my ears, as if said by someone else. He needed no second invitation. I felt firm hands close around my ankles, and I let out a sharp squeal as they pulled me down the bed, leaving the towel crumpled up by my pillows. Peter's mouth was on mine, his tongue forcing its way into my mouth. I responded without thinking, kissing him back, and pulling him down towards me by his shoulders. His mouth inched its way past my jaw and down my neck, leaving a trail of bruises. My moans echoed through the room, mingled with sharp gasps each time his teeth closed around the delicate flesh of my neck. He was balanced on his left arm, my right arm wrapped tight around his shoulder. His right hand cupped my breast, kneading the soft pale flesh, and rolling my hard pink nipple between his thumb and forefinger. His mouth kissed along my collarbones and down to my bosom, eliciting a gasp from me when his lips closed around my nipple; he licked and sucked enthusiastically, interspersed with the occasional nibble. I shuddered with pleasure, but I needed more. I could feel his erection sliding up and down my pussy, the thick folds moist and slick. Each time the head of his cock grazed my clit, I thought I was going to lose my head then and there. "Pete. I said fuck me." His right hand snaked down to the gap between my legs; he was panting hard now, and the feel of my wet cunt under his fingertips made his cock jerk against the top of my thigh. Fuck, I had to have him inside me. He sensed my urgency, and positioned his throbbing erection at my slick opening. He slid himself inside as slow as he could; I felt everything. He filled my tight cunt completely, and we lay motionless for a few seconds, his chest pressed against mine. I clenched my pussy muscles. Peter gasped. He started to move his hips back and forth, his hand pressed against the small of my back, holding me close to him. A whimper escaped my lips with each thrust; it had only been a week since Peter had fucked me, but it seemed like an age ago. His cock felt fucking amazing inside me, and I arched my back, bucking my hips in rhythm with his. It was frantic, but not rushed. Our hips undulated in time with each other, hard and fast. My muscles began to tense; I was so close to orgasm but needed to push myself over the edge. "Pete, ohhh god, I'm so close..." Peter's hips moved quickly; the strength of his thrusts increased, and soon I was yelping every time his cock plunged deep into my cunt. He rolled ever so slightly onto his left arm, leaving just enough room for his right hand to deliver its skilled ministrations to my clitoris. He slicked his index and middle finger along my wet pussy, still fucking me, and rubbed the swollen nub with expert motions, alternating between small circles, and an up-down movement. I sensed the familiar tension flood my body, my muscles stiffening and my back arching further. My breathing turned to jagged panting and furious gasps, and soon my body was shuddering with orgasm under Peter. My cunt clenched and pulsed around his hard cock; I buried my face in his neck as I wailed with gratification. Ecstasy flowed through my body in waves, and I sobbed as the pleasure kept surging through me. My orgasm sent Peter over the edge. He let out a long growl, and urgently bucked his hips. He gave three more thrusts, and spurted jets of hot, thick cum deep in my pussy. Our movements subsided, and we kissed desperately, savouring as much of the other as we could possibly manage. My fingertips rested on his back, feeling a layer of perspiration coating his skin. We kissed one last time, and fell asleep, our limbs entangled and Peter still inside me. * * * I awoke naked, tangled in the sheets. Peter must have covered us up during the night at some point. The smell of sex still hung in the air, and I smiled as I remembered last night's frenzied collision of limbs, lips, and lasting pleasure. "Mmm, I love when you wake up happy," I heard from the bathroom. "I love it even more if I had something to do with it..." Peter stepped out of my bathroom, buttoning up a light grey shirt. It's a good thing I gave him a drawer to put his things in; I got sick and tired of his friends at work knowing when Pete got laid, depending on whether or not he was wearing the same shirt two days in a row. I caught a peek of his chest hair, and felt a shiver of delight move its way up my spine. I stretched coquettishly, letting out a low purr of content. Peter made his way over to me, held my chin in his hands, and gave me a long slow kiss. "I'll see you later, honey." I watched him walk out of the door. The next few minutes were spent in bed, but I soon grew restless. I tiptoed out of my room, and walked up to Ava's door. It was ajar, and I pushed it open slightly. She looked gorgeous when she slept. My eyes widened as I took in the very distinctive movement of the covers. She bent her knees, spreading them so that the sheets draped tantalisingly over that sweet spot between her thighs. I stood and watched. Fucking Away a Friendship? As always folks, there's some truth here and some embellished truth. It's up to you to decide. – FL Many nights I sit up and read stories like the ones on this board, and I read many with fascination, trying to decipher the truth from the embellished. Numerous stories seemed like fantastic fiction – like something seen on an Andrew Blake classic. In 30 years, I have dated black, white, Bolivian, Taiwanese, German, Laotian and a Papago Indian. I never had an experience similar to the ones on this site. I'm certainly not a prude. Outdoor sex, exhibitionism, teasing and voyeurism were and still are a normal part of my sex life. A few years back, a life-long friend wanted me to add a new dimension to that sex life, and I couldn't do it. I've known Drew since the seventh grade, and he's more like a brother than a friend. We've been through a lot in 20-plus years. A couple high school girlfriends used to call us Brown Sugar and Chocolate. I thought I knew everything about Drew. We went dancing one night, Drew, his wife Malia, who for the purpose of this story is multiracial and me. It was just like any of the other thousands nights we hit the clubs. This particular night we went to the Boom Boom Room. (Johnny Lee Hooker's (God rest his soul) club in San Francisco) The band played some sweet blues, both fast and slow numbers. While dancing with Malia, I turned and bumped into a woman I'm training. I have personal training business. Cheryl looked sweet wearing one of those flesh-colored skirts with the transparent black material covering it. I complimented her and joked about how my hard work was making her body more beautiful. She introduced me to her two girlfriends. I introduced Malia. I didn't know where Drew scampered at that point. Malia complimented Cheryl, too. Then Malia twirled and said her body was a product of my training. None of the women believed her, so she whipped out a crusty old picture she always carries. Malia is 5 feet 7 inches, but in the picture, she says she was well over 220 pounds. She is never without that damn picture. Drew says she even puts it by the bed when she sleeps. She says picture is better than any diet pill because she never wants to look that way again. I don't know how much she weighs now, don't really care, but she has a spectacular body. Her and Drew run, bike, hike, play basketball and do all the stuff she couldn't do four years ago. Anyway, we meet up with Drew and have a great night. Two guys and five women having great conversation and dancing to some sweet blues, it couldn't get any better. Cheryl was getting touchy on the dance floor. I passed it off on the alcohol and the mood of the moment. However, it was great seeing this side of her. She's all determination and business when we work out. But by the end of the night, she made it very clear that she was determined to get in my bedroom business. And that would've been fine, but she was a client, and I didn't want the possible headaches. Drew and Malia saw everything and were telling me not to be so damned high and mighty. "Go on and have some fun," they both laughed. And Cheryl, feeling very good at this point, added something corny, along the lines of: "I'll give you the aerobic workout of your life." The band started playing Stormy Monday, one of my favorite blues joints. I wanted to dance. But Cheryl was a bit too drunk to stand. She said she'd rather watch me anyway. I asked Malia, but she and Drew were playing grab ass under the table. Cheryl's friends (I don't remember their names) jumped up and I followed them to the small dance floor. If you've never heard Stormy Monday, done well, it's a thrillingly slow tune with lyrics that make the mind soar. This was the first time I've heard it played with a saxophone, and that woman blew her ass off. Candy Dulfer could not have sounded better. By the time the lead singer hit the note "...the eagle flies on Friday..." the two women and I were in a reverse Oreo, and we were so close, so tight with hands roaming over butts, faces, sides, legs and stomachs that we'd drawn attention. The song is normally five minutes, but the band got into us, too. They stretched it to what seemed like ten minutes or more. When we finished the people around us clapped. Drew and Malia were giving me this devilish look. They know I like to tease women with sexy dance (at least I try to) and they thought I was doing it then. That was far from the truth. I'm glad I wear baggy clothes because my dick was painfully hard. I gingerly walked back to the table. Cheryl's friends said they had to go, and everybody looked at me. I was like, "What?" And Cheryl asked me for a ride home. After a couple moments, I said O.K. Her friends smiled, kissed her on the cheek and were gone. Cheryl excused herself to go the bathroom. While she was gone, Drew said I outdid myself on the floor that time. I told him that I hadn't because I was excited as I've ever been. I told him my dick was still hard and was hurting. It had been five minutes since I stopped dancing and the thing wouldn't go down. He laughed at me as if I was joking. So I stood up and pulled my shirt up. Drew and Malia saw my tented pants. Both just gasped, shook their heads and laughed even harder. Cheryl came back a few minutes later. I was still hard at that point. Instead of sitting in her seat, she plopped in my lap. Surprise. Surprise. Surprise. Cheryl lurched a little. Drew and Malia laughed even more. Then Cheryl reached under her butt and grabbed my dick. She rubbed it a couple times, and my already resistance was fading fast. While she's rubbing it, she says, "I've never done it with a black man." I froze and said, "What?" She looked me in the eye and said, "I've got to sex it with a black man." Never has a mood changed so rapidly. The dick I couldn't get to go soft, got "limpier" than a soggy noodle. I easily move her off me. Drew and Malia noticed I wasn't happy anymore. "You only wanted to have sex with me because I'm black?" I asked. She stuttered and quite soberly stumbled over several incoherent sentences. "I, ahh, I well, I've thought ... ahh ...," Cheryl couldn't get it out. I sat there shaking my head, wondering if what I thought were actually true. By that time, it didn't really matter what I thought. The mood was history, and my emotions were carrying me. I didn't get loud, didn't yell, and didn't curse. I was seriously stunned. I went to the bathroom. A minute later Drew came in "Cheryl asked us to take her home," he said. "The girls are getting their shit together now. I'll hit you up tomorrow. You go home and take it easy. Do those stress relieving pushups you always tell me about. Peace." "Yeah, see you tomorrow," I said. After getting an apology together, I went to the table only to find them gone. I felt even worse then. I'd created some ill feelings and then didn't get the chance to apologize. It was a long, introspective ride home. I knew why I'd reacted like that. I didn't want to be a trophy, a notch on some woman's belt. Cheryl didn't have to love me, just respect me. And I didn't think wanting me because my skin is darker than hers was a sign of respect. To say I felt bad would be an understatement. Thinking about how she must've felt made me feel even worse. Drew and Malia came over the next day. They landed tickets to the Giants – Mets game. It was a sport so I went without hesitating. Along the way, they told me about their ride to Cheryl's house. They said she cried to whole way. She called herself names, saying how stupid she was and a myriad of other things. I told them they weren't helping my mood. But they kept on. They said she asked about thirty times, "Why'd I have to call him a black guy? Why'd I have to call him a black guy?" Drew says he stopped her by saying, "Maybe, Cheryl because he's black!" She responded by saying she could've used sexy, nice, funny, smart, big, athletic, intelligent anything but black. She thought it was talking dirty that it would turn me on even more. I told them about my drive home and explained my feelings to them. Throughout the game, which the Giants won, they asked me a ton of "what if" questions. "What if she did think talking like that turned you on?" Malia said. "What if she genuinely cares for you, but was too afraid to say it? What if she knew you longer? What if she was friend and a lover? What if you're missing the best experience of your life?" "Yo, M, you're making way too much out of someone you just met the night before," I said. "At any rate, you should call her." I didn't do it right away because I couldn't think of what to say. However, after missing three scheduled appointments, I had an excuse. I left messages about the missed appointments every day for a week. Finally, she came into my place with this tired and worn appearance. She looked at me with these droopy eyes and slouched stature, "I've gained nine pounds in two weeks," she said. We both busted out laughing and everything appeared normal. We talked for a few hours and yes, everything was fine. We even set up a date to go to Lou's, a Blues Bar by the Wharf (Fisherman's Wharf). We had a blast there and ended up at my place with Drew and Malia. We had the incense going and the four of us sat my hot tub talking about everything from Drew's smelly feet to the "blackness" of Bill Clinton. All the while plenty of touchy-feely went on below the bubbles. "You guys know what I'm going to do?" Cheryl said, and added the overt sexuality to the conversation. "I'm going to take the nice dick I have in my hand. I'm going to sit on it and ride it until I cum. Now you can stay and watch me or you can go in the other room." We all laughed because we thought the drink was talking again. But it wasn't. She stood, pulled off the shorts I lent her, turn and straddled me. I glanced at Drew and Malia and they were in a trance. Cheryl slowly lowered her body in the water she lined her pussy with my dick and as she slid down she stared at me. "Maxwell, you are the sexiest person I know," she said. "You are the most kind man I've ever met, and I've wanted to do this to you since the first time you asked me what my fitness goal were. This was the one goal I never told you about: getting in good enough shape to ride you and ride you and ride you." With that, she wrapped her arms around my neck and slowly pushed her body up and down. I quickly looked a Drew and Malia again. They were still staring. Cheryl turned my head back toward her and stared in my eyes. I gazed down to watch her breasts, she tilted my head back up. She wanted eye contact, so I gave it to her. For the next 10-15 minutes, we slowly fucked, not taking our eyes off each other. "I'm getting so close," she said. "So close. So close. I want you do cum with me." "There's plenty of time for me," I said. "I want watch you." "No, cum with me." "I can't. No rubber." "I'm on the pill." From my pre-training assessment of Cheryl I knew she didn't have any sexual diseases – I and any good trainer should know all of the medications his or her clients are taking and why. But still I was reluctant to release. The head on my shoulders was trying to rationalize what the head on my dick was literally fucking up. She looked at me and said, "Please cum..." Then he body tensed, and her pussy went through this series of contractions I've never felt before. Women in my past, their pussies contracted at the same time. Cheryl's had this rolling sensation. Her contraction started at the tip of my dick and traveled down my shaft. Think about rolling out a log of dough with a rolling pin. That was her pussy. "Oh shit," I said. Then I lost it. She leaned over, resting her head on my shoulders. I started caressing her back, going down to her butt and back up. On one stroke, I hit a hand, and for a second thought it was Drew trying to cop a feel. Then I felt the ring that Drew and I worked our asses off to buy for Malia. She was rubbing Cheryl's back and ass! I couldn't believe it, but Cheryl was enjoying it. A couple times, Malia's had grazed my nuts. I didn't flinch, but it felt weird having my best friend's wife touching me like that. And she got bolder and was soon rubbing only my balls. I couldn't believe it. I looked a Drew and he had this fucked up smile. After a couple minutes, Malia was outright giving me a handjob while Cheryl sat in my lap. When I was hard again, Malia took my dick and put it back in Cheryl. And we fucked again. After that session I went to the bathroom and grabbed some towels. I helped the three of them out and began to dry off. I've been naked in of Malia and Drew before, I've even had sex in the same room with them. But Malia had never touched me before while I was naked. I was trippin' hard. Sensing my dismay, Drew said that was enough for one night and they left Cheryl and I alone. We had a couple more rounds that night. (Isn't it great when you first start having sex with someone? It's a total exploration.) When we got up the next afternoon, we explored some more. Cheryl and I were quickly becoming much more than friends. After eating a late lunch, we talked about the previous night. We both enjoyed it tremendously. I asked her what she thought about Malia touching her. She said it felt good. Then she asked me the same. I said it felt strange. Then she said I was harder the second time we fucked and that I must've really liked Malia's work. "You ever had sex with Malia," she asked. "Are you serious," I said. "Hell no. She like a damn sister to me. And Drew isn't like family. Hell, he is family. My mom even calls him son." Cheryl chuckled, "Maxwell. Maxwell. Maxwell. Open your eyes baby." "Look there's a few things called trust, friendship, respect Drew, respect her and respect me. I can honestly tell you, the only time I've thought of Malia sexually is when Drew and I exchange adventures. And I used to give her shit about some of their marathon sessions and how they were disrupting her workouts." "Maxwell, you can't be serious. You don't see this? It's completely obvious they want you to have sex with her." "There's no fucking way. That crap only happens on those Internet message boards. I've known Drew for more than 20 years and he doesn't want me fucking Malia." "So, you've never thought about sleeping with Malia?" "I said no. She was a client, then a friend. I don't fuck my clients or friends." "So what am I?" Cheryl had me. Of course, I'd thought about what Malia would be like in bed, but damn, I didn't harp on it. It only happened when Drew was trying to get me to help him devise a scheme to get her on camera or something like that. But that talk with Cheryl got me thinking about fucking Malia. I started thinking about it and my dick got hard sitting at the table. Cheryl saw it, smiled and pulled me to the sofa where we explored each other some more. A couple days later, Cheryl was getting ready to leave a training session and Malia came in for a massage. It was the first time I'd seen her since that night. Cheryl gave me a kiss and left. "So, you guys an item now?" Malia asked. "Don't know, why?" I quickly responded. "Damn dude, why you getting so defensive?" "Look M, I'm not. I'm not. I just haven't been in a relationship in so long. I don't know if this is one or not. Now let's get these clothes off you and get this massage going. I've got more clients coming in today." "OK, but no music today. I want to talk about something pretty serious." My heart rate drastically increased. She started taking off her clothes. "Everything all right," I said, hoping she wasn't aiming to talk about what I feared she wanted to talk about. "Your brother isn't in trouble again is he? Folks OK? You think Drew and I are scheming again, don't you? Well we're not." "Maxwell. Shut up. Why are you so damn chatty. It's like a nervous chatty, too. What's up with you?" "Just little busy, that's all. And plus I've got a beautiful naked woman on my massage table – who happens to be my best friend's wife. That would make a lot of men nervous." "Ohh wait a minute," she said almost laughing. "What the hall. Maxwell, you've seen me naked a million times. You're only other person to see me naked when I was obese. I didn't even let Drew see me then. Two years we had sex in the dark. I made him wait until I was in bed before he even came in the room. So, stop the bullshit. What's up? "Look, M, nothing. Let's get started." I lit the candles and started heating the oils. I grabbed the lotion first and started with Malia's feet. "O.K." I said. "O.K. I was talking the Cheryl before you came in, and she was telling me some crazy shit. You know what happened in the hot tub the other night. I was trippin' off that. We've never touch each other sexually. I've never looked at you sexually. You've never looked at me sexually. Then that happened, and Drew was sitting there as if nothing was happening. It was crazy. Then today Cheryl tells me that I'm blind. That you and Drew want you to have sex with me and have wanted to for a long time. I told her, she was crazy, too. Shit like that doesn't happen in real life. That's fantasy shit. And she kept..." "Maxwell. Maxwell! MAXWELL!!!" "Look M. Look at me and tell me I'm crazy. Tell me Cheryl is crazy. I'm crazy. It's crazy, right? Tell me you guys don't want to have sex with me." "O.K. I'll tell you that. Maxwell, we don't want to have sex with you." "See, what'd I say, crazy talk." And I started rubbing more vigorously. "But Maxwell, let me tell you something else," Malia said. "That last sentence I said is a lie." My stomach leapt to my throat. Over the next 45 minutes, she told me everything. About how many times she had tried to get me in bed. And about the times when Drew was supposedly out of town and I'd sleep over to keep her "safe" and provide company – those were times Drew hid in the closet or in the hallway, hoping something would happen. She said I wasn't going for anything. None of her outfits worked. She said I gave her compliments but they not about her being sexy they were about how her quads, hamstring, bis or tris looked. She reminded me of the time I woke up with a hard on poking into her back. She was sure something would happen then. But when I realized I wasn't dreaming, I immediately stopped and started apologizing. She says Drew jacked off three times that night watching me "rub down" my imaginary lover. Malia said the whole thing started years ago, when her and Drew were dating and we'd go out dancing. She said the two of them would always go home a fuck like crazy after a night out dancing. All that got me to wondering if the same thing was happening back in the seventh grade. Drew rarely ever danced, but always talked about me dancing. Then that night when I blew up about Cheryl, they both thought getting me in bed with Malia would never happen. Malia said, she too would've made the mistake of saying she wants sex from a black man. Although she knows me like a sister, she would've used the same words. Malia said she loved me and Drew loved me and that none of that would change. She said Drew was too scared to approach me with it because "How do you tell your best friend you want him to screw your wife while he watches?" Whoa... My hands were literally shaking. There I was, mister big, bad ex-football player and I was shaking like a little bitch. Malia stood up, kissed my cheek and gave me a hug put on her clothes, again told me that she and Drew loved me and left. It's been several weeks now, and were still the best of friends. But things are different and I hate that. I hate that I can't go dancing with them and dance as freely as I used to. I hate that I can't work out with Malia and joke about anything the way I used to. I hate being cautious, always worrying if I say something or do something that they could misconstrue it.