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My Best Friend

By: Tasha_Tuk



You look up as I slam the door. I pull off my gloves and throw them onto the floor, my jacket following the same path.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" You cry.

"Darla, just leave me alone...just...please..." I break off with a sob. I run to my room and throw myself onto my bed.

I feel your hand rub my neck as I sob into my pillow.

"I can't do it anymore. All we do is fight. Todd just won't listen to what I have to say. Everything I do is wrong." I finally manage to say. "He almost hit me this time. He managed to stop himself just as he was swinging."

"Oh baby, Tara, I am so sorry." You lean down and kiss my neck, still rubbing my shoulders and back. "What an asshole. I don't understand how you could have stayed with him so long."

"I don't need a lecture Darla. I am not going to see him anymore." I choke on one last sob. Your hand rubbing my back, stroking my hair.

I roll over and look up into your rich chocolate brown eyes. I think to myself how beautiful you are. Your chestnut hair to your tiny waist, your perfect face, gorgeous body; God how I loved your pretty breasts. I wish that they were my own.

I raise my hand to your cheek. Tears silently streaming down my face.

"Thank you." I say, "You have been here for me the entire three years that I have been with him."

I sit up and hug you, getting comfort from your strength. I give you a kiss on the cheek. I move back to look you in the eyes.

"You are my best friend Tara. I am going to be here everyday of my life."

My hands gently cradle your face. I slowly lower my lips to yours, giving you a little peck on the mouth. Suddenly your lips are moving under mine.

"Oh god, I am so sorry." You say as you jump up to move away. I grab your sleeve.

"Darla." I gently whisper, "Darla, look at me." You slowly raise your eyes to meet mine. "It is ok baby."

I pull you onto my bed, pushing you so that you are lying down. I lean over you, pushing stray strands of hair off your beautiful face.

"I have been wanting to do that for three years now." I whisper into your ear, my hand making soft circles on your stomach. My lips moving back to yours, resting, waiting.

Your tongue hesitantly comes out and runs along my lips. I part my lips and you move your tongue into it. I moan at the new experience. Your soft lips and gently probing tongue. A moan escapes from your throat, echoing mine.

My hands go to your sweater and pull it over your head, barely breaking the kiss. Your hands mirror mine, pulling my t-shirt off and throwing it onto the floor. My hands go to your back, our breasts pressing together. I undo the clasp on your bra. I pull it off of your shoulders and look down at your magnificent breasts.

Your hands move to my chest and undo the front clasp of my own bra. I shrug out of it. My hands skim over your luscious body, finally cupping your plump breasts.

"You are so beautiful. Look I can't even fit you into my hands. I have always been in awe of your body." I whisper

"How can you say that? Look at you. You could be a model. I bawled when you cut your hair." You say as you touch my pixie haircut, "And your breasts are perfect for my hand." As you slide it over my nipple.

We lay beside each other, our hands caressing. We remove the rest of our clothing. My mouth moves to your breasts. I draw your nipple into my mouth, sucking harder and harder. My left hand moving down your body, to your Venus mound.

My mouth slowly follows the path my hand took. You spread your legs so that I can lie between them and look up to your face. I lower my face and inhale your scent.

"Mmm...I could learn to love that smell." I mutter to myself.

I flick my tongue out and get that first taste. I use my fingers to spread your pussy. My tongue licks inside, over and over. Your body arches off of the bed. I draw your clit into my mouth and slide first one finger, then a second into your tight hole. I move my fingers, thrusting, faster and faster, sucking your clit with the same rhythm.

You cum all over my face, screaming simultaneously.

"Mmm, you taste so, so good."

"Oh god, that was amazing." You say as I start to crawl up your body.

I hold you against me as your body shakes over and over.

"I think that it is my turn now." You say as you reach over to my nightstand. You pull open my top drawer and pull out my vibrator.

"What? How did you know that was in there?" I exclaim.

"I've heard you using it when you come home from his place."

I blush and laugh while saying, "Yeah, well, he never could satisfy me."

"Well, lay back because as I said, it is my turn." You respond with a grin.

You lean over and kiss me, flicking the on switch. You run the vibrator over my nipples, over and over. My hands clenching at my satin sheets. You slowly move your hand down my body, down to my pussy.

You touch the vibrator against my clit, still kissing me, catching my moans in your mouth. You push it into my pussy, easing it in and out at a slow pace, your other hand on my breast. You pinch and pull at my nipple until I start thrashing on the bed. I feel myself starting to climax. I run my hand down my body and circle my fingers over and around my clit to set myself off.

My juices run over the dildo and onto your hand. You bring it up and lick my essences off, finger by finger, closing your eyes in delight. I reach down and pull out the vibrator, turning it off. I move it to my mouth and lick it clean.

I gather you into my arms and pull the covers over us. Our legs and arms intertwined. We close our eyes and fall asleep.

"OH MY GOD"

I jump up. I look down at you lying beside me, my hand claiming your breast possessively. I look to the doorway and see Todd standing there.

"You fucked her?" He yells.

I start laughing, harder and harder. You open your eyes, look at the doorway and sit up, pulling the sheet over your body.

I lean over and kiss you, looking at Todd the entire time.

"Yeah, I did." I say with s smirk, "And she was better than you will ever be. Now get out of my house."

He gawks at us, then growls, "You fucking slut."

"Oh, now your resort to name calling? I thought I told you to leave?"

He turns and starts to walk away.

"Oh and Todd, baby, leave the key on the counter please." You say.

I look at you and smile, pulling you under my body.

"Did you see the expression on his face?" I say on a laugh.

My Best Friend



For those of you who have read my previously posted story titled "Harvey" here is another half true, half fantasy story that happened to me in my younger days. I hope you enjoy it as much as I have enjoyed writing it... I would like to thank all of those who have sent me feedback, I not only appreciate it, I enjoy reading it as well... Ok... Story time...

I had a friend named Jeff. I met him through another friend when I was in Beginning Band in Junior High School. Jeff was in High School at the time, he played guitar and sang. I was (and still am) a drummer. Jeff and I became very good friends. When I say good friends I mean close friends. I would spend the night at his house, he would sleep over at mine. Jeff would pick me up from school all the time. He was one of the few friends my mother actually liked. Jeff was even my best man when I got married. 

We played in many bands together from my early teens to about my mid thirties when we drifted apart. I had decided it was time to resign myself from the overwhelming demands of the working musicians lifestyle to become a better father and husband. My friend Jeff pushed on, chasing that illusive dream, that one thing all musicians chase. To as they say "make it". Unfortunately I have not seen him nor heard from him in ten years and as far as I know Jeff is still out there chasing fame and fortune.

In the early days of our friendship Jeff used to take me everywhere. It didn't matter to him that I was just a junior high school kid. Although due to my drumming skills it wasn't unusual for me to be hanging with high school aged musicians and playing at parties and stuff. Jeff was different, he was a friend. Well when I was about 15 years old, we were off on one of our many trips to the beach or Tower Records in Hollywood or someplace else, I can't really remember and Jeff told me he was gay. I wasn't shocked or upset, I had suspected this and in fact it was rumored amongst our mutual friends. Jeff's outing was a blow to some but to me it wasn't a big deal. 

I told Jeff that I really didn't care, as long as he wasn't going to go flaming queen flamboyant about it. Jeff was always a blue jeans and flannel shirt kind of guy. Jeff laughed and told me he was not going to change his lifestyle and image just because he was coming out to his closest friends, and Jeff was true to his words. We remained friends and band mates for many years after that.

This story takes place after I was married, I would guess about 25 years old at the time. One afternoon I got off of work early, I drove by Jeff's apartment. I saw his little orange truck with the white fan wheels and the old beat up surf board rack in the parking lot and decided to stop and say hi. I went up to knock on the door and I noticed that the inside door was open. I peered through the screen and saw Jeff laying on his bed. It was summertime and all he had on was a pair of shorts. He was laying with his feet toward the door and was positioned so that I could see the tip of his cock sticking out of one of the legs of his shorts. 

I began to call out his name, but Jeff who was a deep sleeper couldn't be roused. I tried to get in but the screen door was locked. I called out his name a few more times, no answer. I probably stood there for 15 minutes looking at the tip of his cock. I was recalling my earlier close encounter with Harvey (another half true half fantasy story I already shared with you) and for the first time since Jeff told me he was gay, I thought about sucking his cock. It scared me. He was my best friend. Then I realized I was completely aroused. The image of the tip of his cock is forever burned into my memory.

I could see Jeff stirring as I repeatedly called out his name. Finally he sat up in bed, I could tell he was irritated because I had awoken him from a deep sleep. He said, why did you have to go and wake me up, I was having a great dream. I looked at the hard on in his shorts and said, yeah I bet you were. Jeff looked down and laughed and said, see I told you so. Then he sat down on the edge of his bed and leaned back on his elbows, his hard prick still poking up in his shorts, he didn't even try to hide it. I asked him what the hell were you dreaming about? He laughed and said you don't want to know. Feeling aroused and a little brave I said, tell me man. Jeff laughed again and said no man, no way. I was to shy to just come out and say I want to suck your dick so I pushed him about his dream. Hoping somehow he would read my mind. After a few minutes of prodding Jeff finally said ok ok I will tell you. 

Jeff began to tell me that in his dream he was laying on a beautiful sandy beach, underneath a palm tree while he was getting a blowjob from some good looking stud. He told me that it was so real that he could actually feel the guys tongue running all over the head of his stiff throbbing dick. By this time I was so aroused I thought my dick was gonna bust through my shorts. Jeff noticed this to and said I can tell my dream aroused more than just my cock. It was at that moment I decided to take a chance. I just couldn't stand it anymore. I took a deep breath and started talking, I confessed to Jeff my curiosity and desire about sucking cock.

I could see the look of shock and surprise in his face, after all we had known each other for over ten years and I had never even hinted to Jeff about this before. Jeff said man I thought you were straight as an arrow. Then he smiled, a knowing, confident smile. Jeff said maybe I can help you, do you want my help? All you have to do is ask. I was so scared and excited that I was shaking but I knew what I wanted to do, I wanted to suck his cock. I was so nervous, my voice was quivering but I managed to croak out yes Jeff, I want your help. I want to suck your cock... 

Jeff smiled then stood up and pulled his shorts down. He was standing there completely nude. His cock was hard and sticking straight out from his belly. It looked perfect to me, probably 7 or 8 inches long, cut, not real thick and the head was beautiful. I was sitting on the edge of the bed. Jeff walked up to me reached down and grabbed my hand and placed on his cock. I began to stroke him. Jeff asked me are you sure you want to do this. I could only nod yes. He said if that's the case you have to promise me one thing. I asked what, he said you have to promise to finish what you start. What I mean is you must suck my cock to completion. That means until I shoot my load in your mouth. You cannot stop halfway through and tell me you don't like it and can't finish. You must promise me that. I said ok. Jeff said no, say I promise. I looked into his eyes and said I promise.

Jeff climbed back into bed, he arranged his pillows so that he could lean back against the headboard. After he positioned himself, he said ok I'm ready. As I was crawling up the bed between his legs I said Jeff, I just ask you one thing. Please tell me when you are going to cum. I want to be ready. Jeff looked at me and said it's a deal.

I grabbed Jeff's dick and began stroking it again. I could see his pre-cum juice leaking from his slit. I flattened my tongue out and ran it all the way around the tip, then across the top licking the pre-cum up. The taste was remarkable, I liked it. It was warm, salty but sweet too. I opened my mouth and began to take his cock in my mouth. First past the lips, then over the tongue till it hit the back of my throat. I marveled at the texture, his cock was so hard yet so soft and the tip was like velvet.

I began to move my head up and down and up and down, slowly at first, then faster. I would stop this every once in a while to use my tongue all up and down the shaft. I would lick under the rim of the tip then swirl my tongue around it like a tootsie pop. I could hear Jeff saying things like oh yeah, that feels good, lick it, lick it like an ice cream cone. Oh yeah, that's it man, your doing good. I would lick then suck, then lick then suck. Jeff was gently thrusting his hips now to meet my downstrokes. His pre-cum was just flowing from the end of his dick. He told me I was about to get my first taste of man cum, are you ready, I'm getting close you better get ready. 

Oh man, ohh I'm gonna shoot in your mouth. Jeff's body went rigid, he grabbed me by the sides of my head and shoved his cock deep into my mouth, Then I heard him grunt out I'm cumming, I'm cumming in your mouth. Then I pushed my head down as far as I could on his cock, I felt it jerk in my mouth once then again, then I felt his cum hit me in the throat. I swallowed it, I had no choice. I pulled my head back because I wanted to feel his cum spurting in my mouth. I got what I wanted and more, His cock just kept on twitching and spurting and twitching and spurting this hot creamy white cum. I swallowed as fast as I could but some of his cum had escaped my mouth and just ran down his cock. I continued to lick his cock head until he made me stop. 

The reality of this story is that I could not awaken Jeff so I got in my truck and drove home. I never did work up the guts to tell Jeff about my cock sucking curiosity. I like to think about this fantasy when my wife is giving me a blowjob. I like to pretend that its Jeff feeling all the pleasure that I am at that moment and that it is me giving him that pleasure...



My Best Friend



The huge Victorian gate offered little resistance as we moved past it into a world of history. The path that followed was dirty and rugged with gigantic tropical evergreen with thick undergrowth. The early sunrays tried desperately to touch the ground through the overgrown flora. The mist hasn't settled down yet adding to the gloom. The birds chirped leisurely waiting for the day to warm up before they start their hunt for their staff of life. With the trail ended the woods to unveil a wide plain. The grassy plain, consisting mainly of weeds, was decorated with innumerable grey stones. And they all seemed to have contained life. They all seemed to share something covertly with us.

"Adi, can we stay on like this forever? This world is so nice. I don't want this to end." I smiled and said, "If this isn't going to end then I don't deserve anything more. But I don't know dear. I don't know." We moved on until we came to a particular stone. I bent down and wiped the dew off the granite plate. The golden words on it flashed memories across my mind. I felt like transformed into the past.

Those wonderful beaches, those verdure pastures, those little sand castles and above all those white buildings standing tall like the protectors of nature was what that old school was all about. Little Blue Senior Secondary School was truly an institution that transformed individuals into people who had the right blend of an Einstein brain, a Jordan attitude and the Gandhian Principles.

"Adi, come over here. You have a call from the principal. Your father has come and I have a petty feeling its about the tube we broke last week," shouted Ravi panting for breath from running all the way to the school's athletic track.

I glanced at my new Italian digital watch my dad presented me on my last triumph on the academic front. 11 minutes and 7 seconds. Needed to get it into the 11-minute mark if I was to consider running for the school championships next month. I looked over the shoulder. Yes. He was there. I could see our car parked in the school's parking slots. I hurried to the principal's chambers.

"May I come in Sir?"

"Come in Aditya, take your seat." said the old man who hardly looked like an intellectual but when did the learned ever? I saw my dad and smiled at him. I didn't get the usual hug. Just a smile. Something must be serious. The principal inquired about my studies. I said, "Don't worry Sir. I can do it this year too." He then said, "Aditya, you can go home after submitting the leave letter to the warden." I was shocked. This never happened at the Little Blues. That too not with Mr. Dilip sitting on that chair. "Thank you Sir."

The cool sea breeze overpowered the September sun with ease. The roads never seemed in bad shape with the funds pouring into the municipality. "Dad, is something wrong?"

"Adi, Aarthi met with an accident this morning. A truck had hit her when she was going to school. She had lost a lot of blood. But don't worry. She's admitted at the Apollo and the doctors assured us that she will pull through it."

I didn't even look at him. I gazed at the seemingly endless road wondering why fate experiments only on people with red hearts while the ones with the black ones seem to be all over the place. Soon the rich avocado countryside gave way to the cinereous urban imbroglio. Fifteen minutes of adept maneuvering brought us to the Apollo Hospitals.

We moved along the air conditioned corridors filled with white coated doctors with the stethoscopes round their necks, nurses with notepads and the peons pushing the stretchers all looking like lifeless robots unaware of the tender relations that they were playing with. The wards that we passed contained little children, new mothers and the old feeble being all enjoying the technological advances of humans. I wondered if it was just to go against God's wishes and postpone death. Soon we entered the ICU chambers. The nurse who was leading us opened the second chamber on the left. The room was very gloomy cut out from the outside world devoid of any life but for the people present there. As my eyes got accustomed to the light I first saw my mother. She had tears in her eyes. She wasn't crying but all that would take to let those tears out was a hug. Then my eyes moved to the centre stage. Aarthi's mother was sitting at the bed looking with hope at the nurse bending over the bed. The nurse finished her job and moved away. This couldn't be Aarthi. A thick bandage with a large red stain was there where once her beautiful hair graced her face. Those eyes which expressed every feeling with explicit clarity and helped her tell me things where words couldn't were now closed. A needle silently transferred blood into her veins not realizing the pain it was causing. I walked over to her side. I kept staring at her.

I remembered the day I met her first. Mr. Rajesh and my father were childhood friends. When my dad received the call that Rajesh Uncle was transferred to our place, he was overjoyed. Dad and I went to the station to receive them. The train was scheduled to arrive at seven in the morning. It arrived on time disobeying the habits of the Indian Railways but that could be excused, as it was the best train connecting out places. Mr. Rajesh got down first accompanied by his wife. Aarthi got down behind them. She looked pretty. But of course one can excuse a fifteen year old for such thoughts. As it was the first time I was seeing her I was a little shy and didn't know how to start the conversation. Our parents totally forgot us, lost in their own childhood days. "Hi Adi, how are you?" The voice was sweet too. "I am fine Aarthi. I hope the journey was peaceful."

"Yeah, it was. But you look so different. I mean I assumed you would be shabbily dressed with unkempt hair and thick spectacles with a Tata Mc Graw Hill from what my father told about you. You are an IIT aspirant, aren't you? I got you a gift but I doubt if you would like it now." She opened her handbook and took out a small book. The handbook of Mathematics. We both laughed over it. We sat in the car and drove to their new house. That was how it all started.

From that little conversation our relationship never felt a bump and in a year we were best friends. Best friends - how sweet it sounds. But it isn't as simple as it appears to be. As Sarah Ellis, the English missionary and writer once said, "To act the part of a true friend requires more conscientious feeling than to fill with credit and complacency any other station or capacity in social life." I thought I suited to the role of a true friend to perfection. I was so confident until that black day when everything fell apart.

Aarthi came to my house and asked me to accompany her to buy a gift for another friend. I was in a bad mood and asked her to go away. She scolded me and accused me of not helping her. I felt enraged and shouted, "Aarthi, is he such an important person that you can't even select a gift for him alone?"

"You have gone mad, Adi. He is just a friend."

"That's what I am saying. When he is just a friend why do you need to spend so much time and money on him? It’s not just him. I am talking about every one of your idiotic friends. You give equal time to everyone of them and in the end do not spend anytime with me."

"But Adi, I took you for granted. I didn't know you felt bad or else I would have spent more time with you."

"Stop it Aarthi. I know you. You will never change. To you, I am just one of your million friends."

"No Adi, that's not true. You are my best friend. And..."

"Stop it Aarthi. You don't even deserve to talk about best friends because you hardly know what that means. Go away before I lose my senses and don't ever show your face again." She turned into a living statue for sometime. Then her eyes began to twinkle and a drop fell along her cheek. She wiped it off and walked out of my house. I didn't see her since. Many a time I wondered if I made a mistake. Many a time I missed her. But then, she never knew the meaning of best friends. She thought herself to be a goddess. She attended everyone's problems. She cared for everyone but for me. Since that day, I was in a quandary wondering if the mistake was mine.

And that day, in that gloomy room I saw the light. I was wrong. Terribly wrong. I should never have done it. "Excuse me, can you move aside?" The nurse gave an injection and left. After sometime she slowly opened her eyes. The eyes looked cadaverous. They stayed motionless for sometime. Then she turned towards her mother and she managed a smile. How I missed it. Then she turned towards me. This time I had to struggle to produce a smile. She whispered, "Hi Adi, thanks for coming. Sit down."

I took her hand in mine. It felt so fragile. So cold. "Adi, I am sorry. I am responsible for what happened. I should have apologized long ago. These two years had been like hell." I didn't know what to say. I wanted to speak and tell her it was my fault but guilt made my throat heavy. I managed to shake my head in disagreement. She only smiled and said, "No Adi. I know it’s my fault." Her mother motioned her to sleep.

"Adi can you do me a favour? Please go to our house and get me her towels. We forgot them."

"Sure Aunty, I guess Uncle has the keys." Her room was very tidy and artistic. I opened her closet expecting the towels to be there. The sight I saw pulled my nerves apart and my heart ached. Cards and gifts everywhere. And every one of them had my name on it. And each of the was signed, "Aarthi, your best friend" There were cards for the two birthdays she missed, for festivals, for my successes, for my recoveries and some just to say how much she missed me. I cursed myself. I deserve to be lying on that bed. I had to survive this. I closed the cupboard. I found the towels and went back.

She was having food. Her mother had a smile on her face. "Come Adi, the doctors said she is going to survive. The danger has passed." I looked at Aarthi. She gave me one of her old winks. Tears didn't stop. Smiles forgot the limits. She took her medicines and her mother said, "Adi, I have to talk to the nurse regarding staying overnight. I shall be back in a minute. Please take care of her."

"Alright Aunty."

"I am sorry Adi. I should have been more careful. I am very sorry."

"Aarthi, don't worry. Everything will be fine. The doctors said you’d survive. It’s just going to take sometime." She smiled and said, "You won't understand Adi. Can you please come at eight tomorrow? And don't be late. I need to tell you something very essential."

"I shall surely be there Aarthi, but can't you tell it now?"

"No Adi. There's a time for everything." Her mother came in then and I went.

I reached home. Mother was watching television. Or was she staring at the screen? I went and sat beside her. "How is she?"

"Doctors said she’d survive mother. I don't feel like eating today. I shall sleep." I went into my room. I changed into my night suit and feel on the bed. Old memories played havoc in my mind. Invisible people were pointing fingers at me accusing me and blaming me. Tears started flowing. I didn't care to stop them. I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned. "What is this Adi? Don't worry. She will be alright,” said my father. I hugged him and asked him to wake me up at seven thirty the next morning. I didn't know when I slept.

"Wake up Adi. Its nearly eight."

"Please dad, five more minutes."

"Adi, you need to go to the hospital." I remembered where I was. I woke up in a flash. I looked at my watch. Seven fifty. "Dad, why didn't you wake me up before?" Before my father could answer I was in my bathroom. I got ready in ten minutes. Then I ran to my bike. Speed limit seemed like a little thorn in my path. I didn't care for it. Buses, cars and trucks seemed to be moving like tortoises. Were they going slow or was I going that fast? I looked at the speedometer. 90kmph. I didn't care. Luckily the traffic was light. I reached the hospital. I looked at my watch. Eight fifteen. I didn't even pay the parking fare. I ran in. I passed the lobby. The doctors and the nurses looked as lifeless as ever. I went for the lift. I waited for a minute. It didn't come down. I took the stairs. I climbed the three stories and ran all the way to her room. I opened the door and went in. Her mother was sitting at her side. She had one hand of Aarthi's in hers. She didn't even look at me. She was looking at Aarthi. I looked at her. She was still sleeping. Lucky. I thought she would be angry. I went and sat on the other side. I looked at my watch. Eight Twenty. The saline bottles were no longer there. I put my arm on her arm. "Aunty, when is she going to wake up?" She didn't look at me. I repeated the question. She looked at me and a tear rolled down her left cheek. No. This could not happen. I knew I shouldn't panic. I looked at Aarthi. But she looked so nice. She looked as if she's sleeping. She didn't look like... like... No. I caught her face in my hands and shouted, "Aarthi! Aarthi! Wake up. Wake up." Her father came and held me from behind. I turned. He was crying too. He hugged me and cried like a little child. I wasn't even crying. I looked back at her. She was lying as motionless as the day before. The only difference was that the monitors were no longer switched on. Bottles no longer hanged from the stands. I went near her and sat on the floor. People came and went. Her mother was motionless too. She was staring at her daughter lost in her own thoughts. I didn't know how time passed. In the evening, they said the body was to be moved. My Aarthi was being talked as a body by these medical fanatics. I stood up. I bent over her and kissed her cheek. Then I put my lips over the bandage, which was covering her ear and whispered, "Yes Aarthi, I never understood. I have hurt you for two long years. And now I deserve this. You were my best friend, you are my best friend and you shall remain my best friend." A tear fell out of my eye onto hers. I moved away. I took one last look at her and turned away. My father put a hand around me and I let my head rest on his shoulder. We walked away.

*****

Hmm... the sun is blazing its heat now. The golden letters on the granite plate of the gravestone read, "Ms. M Aarthi. Died in a truck accident. Born: 22nd March 1981. Died: 4th September 1998. May your soul rest in peace." I put the little rose on the plate. I turned to go. I glanced at the grave beside hers. The plate was full of dew too. I moved over and wiped it. A smile danced on my lips. Perhaps that's the best thing that I have ever done. All the guilt was gone now and I am very happy. "Hello Adi, shall we go?"

"Coming dear." I moved from the two graves. I held her hand in mine and we moved on and on and on.

The plate on the second grave read, "Mr. B Aditya. Gave his life for his best friend. Born: 22nd March 1981. Died: 4th September 1998. May you both stay together forever."



My Best Friend and My Mother



All characters are 18 of age or older

It was my senior year in high school, when my view on my mother changed. For years it was just the two of us after dad died. Mom never dated because she didn't want some random guy to treat me like crap. My friends all lusted after my mom, because she was extremely attractive. Despite her 37 years, she looked like a young woman just out of college. Long shapely legs, tight round peach shaped ass, small waist, and 38F sized tits that laughed at gravity all on a 5'5" frame. Her short brunette hair was wavy. She had the face of an angel, but a body built for sin. 

During football season my best friend, Horse needed a place to stay while his parents went out of town. For the last couple years he had to stay at our house when his parents went out of town because he had thrown a raging party for the football team that got out of hand. His house got messed up and because of that his parents refused to let him stay home alone for extended periods of time. He was a good friend and my mom never minded him being over. He was always polite and was the only guy on the football team that wasn't a complete perv to her. He was respectful, so I had no issues with him being around my house and more specifically my mom.

Horse wasn't really his name. It was a nickname he got when we were Freshman and the school learned that he was hung like a Horse. Some guys from the football team had seen him in the locker room and before long everyone knew. He was pretty private so he didn't want more attention so he either remained single, dated college women or older women where there were no real feelings involved or room for stories to spread. Just sex. He kept his romantic life to one time encounters and pretty much kept to himself. 

It was incredible how he stayed away from high school girls, because the girls in class always talked about how attractive he was and how nice his body was. I am straight and even I could admit, the dude was built like a comic book superhero. Had the stories not spread when he was younger he could have been neck deep in ready and willing coeds and he be less introverted, but since he didn't wish to help his classmates confirm or debunk the rumor he stayed away.

While staying with us for the week my mom was constantly trying to bring him out of his shell. I didn't mind because I agreed he needed to be more outgoing with other people besides his close friends. Mom wasn't that successful, but he did become more open towards her. 

It was his 3rd night at our house when I began to see my mother and friend as something other than my sweet beautiful mom, and my awkward quiet best friend. I had gone to bed and Horse was setting up the couch where he was sleeping while with us. Mom was the kitchen making a cup of tea, like she did every night before bed. I was on my way to the bathroom when I saw mom on her way to bed stop and begin talking to Horse.

"Do you need another blanket or anything tonight? It's going to be a cold night." She asked

"No thanks Miss Stevens. I think I'll be fine." Horse said

"Call me Tracy, Miss Stevens makes me sound old." She said while giggling. It looked like she was flirting with him.

"Ok. Goodnight Tracy." Horse stuttered out.

"Goodnight Horse." Mom said

"Michael." Horse said quietly.

"What did you say?" She asked

"Michael. It's my name. Never been a fan of the name Horse."

"Alright then. Goodnight Michael.

I went to the bathroom surprised by the interaction between the two of them. She never let any of my other friends call her Tracy. And Horse never commented that he hated his nickname although to be fair he rarely commented on anything.

The next day mom was seemingly flirting more openly with Horse, finding excuses to touch him and giggling like a schoolgirl around him while he remained polite and seemingly oblivious to her advances. At night Mom's sleep outfits seemingly became more risque whenever a friend of mine stayed over. I think she just enjoyed the looks she got from guys 20 years younger than her. It still didn't worry me, because Horse was a good guy and still never took advantage to leer at Mom. 

The next night i again watched mom start to talk to Horse, or Michael as she was calling him. Just random chatting that seemed to go nowhere, until mom asked the one question I didn't want her to ask.

"Michael, why does everyone call you Horse?" She asked as she sat down on the couch he was making up for the night.

"It's not really something I'd like to talk about." I breathed a sigh of relief when he said that. It didn't seem right for my mom to know about a friend of mine's dick.

"C'mon, it can't be that bad. Tell me." She asked

"I don't feel comfortable having this conversation. It could make things awkward between us and I don't think Ritchie would appreciate me talking to you about this." He told her.

"Michael, just tell me. I have known you for almost 4 years and I didn't even know your real name. Now my curiosity won't let this drop. So just get it over with and spill it." She said.

"Fine. Remember you asked for it." He said as he stood up right in front of her. I was frozen as I saw him reach for the drawstring on his pajama bottoms and undo the knot. It seemingly happened in slow motion as he reached into his pants and pulled out his cock. Even soft it was the biggest dick I had ever seen in my life. The veiny monster was hanging to mid-thigh and his nuts hung low and looked to be the size of eggs. Slowly and without shame he stroked himself right in front of her. Mom sat frozen for several seconds just staring at the giant slab of meat hanging just a couple feet from her getting harder by the second. 

"You can touch if you want to, Tracy." Horse told her. I watched in frozen shock and in perverted awe as she slowly reached out and gently wrapped her hand around his cock. He was so big her hand couldn't fully wrap around it. There was my beautiful mother, holding my best friend's dick. Part of me wanted to run down the stairs and stop what was happening and then kick Horse's ass, but the other part of me was too horny to do anything but watch.

"Your hand feels incredible Tracy." He moaned

"I can't believe how big you are. How big is it exactly?" Mom asked her hand slowly milking his cock.

"Last time I checked it was almost 11 inches but it has grown." He said with pride.

I watched as Horse began to slowly thrust himself through her hand. He reached out and opened her robe to expose her tits. More and more she began to stroke him harder and faster as his hands squeezed and fondled her immense tits. He stepped out of her grip and bent down to kiss and lick and suck on her tits as he fondled them. It seemed like he nursed himself on her massive tits forever even though it was only seconds. He stood up right in front of her as a big glob of pre-cum dripped off his dick and landed heavily between her tits. She let out a soft moan as she felt the heat and wetness from his cum on her skin sliding down her considerable cleavage.

"I have to do this Tracy." He said as he hunched a little and moved forward, slipping his cock between her tits and then squeezing them tight around his cock and begin slowly moving back and forth. I was watching my mom get tit-fucked by my best friend and I couldn't do anything to stop it, and she didn't seem to want it to stop. If anything she was helping him. The steady flow of pre-cum and sweat between her tits made his dick glide smoothly between her tits. Tracy was looking up into Horse's eyes as she squeezed her tits together around his throbbing cock.

"Sit down, Michael." She ordered. Horse sat down and his cock stood straight up as she knelt between his legs. "It will be easier this way" She said as she wrapped her glistening tits around his slab of man meat and began to slide her tits up and down the length of his cock every once in awhile spitting onto his cock to keep his cock lubed up and gliding through the valley of her flesh mountains with ease. Horse began running his hands through her hair as he lightly pulled her head towards his cock. With the slightest whimper of protest my mom slowly opened her mouth and took Horse into her mouth. Slowly she bobbed up and down on his cock. She was only getting about a third of his dick into her mouth so she used her hands to jerk the rest of his cock and massage his massive balls. Without warning, Horse grabbed a fistful of her hair and mercilessly began to fuck her mouth. Mom gagged and began to drool in copious amounts. Even as he

let go of her hair she willingly continued choking herself on his dick. Even as hard and deep as she was sucking him a solid five inches of his dick remained outside her mouth. I began to jerk my cock as I watched the hottest thing I had ever seen in my life. Mom was sucking him with everything she had. Drool spilling out of her mouth and dripping down her chin onto her heaving tits.

"Oh my god, I'm gonna cum." Horse yelled. Mom kept sucking as the first blast hit the back of her throat. More and more cum shot out of him making her mouth overflow with his seed and spill down her chin and onto her tits. Horse pulled his cock from her mouth and jerked himself and shot his load on her face. The first blast leaving a trail from her hair down her face over her left eye to her chin. I sat frozen as I jerked myself to my own mind numbing orgasm.

"Open your mouth!" He said as he shot another stream at her face landing some on her tongue and more on her face. He finished by firing off a few spurts at her drool and cum covered tits. I watched as He used his softened cock to smear his cum all over her face and slipped himself back into her mouth to let her clean his cock. "That was incredible. I've never came so hard in my life, Miss Stevens." He said with a smile as my mom cleaned his cock and balls with her tongue.

Hearing him call her Miss Stevens must have broken the trance she was in, because suddenly she freaked out.

"What have you done to me?" She asked as she slapped him. "How could you do this to me? How could you do this to Ritchie? I want you out of my house." She yelled at him.

"I'm sorry. You wanted to know why my nickname was Horse so I showed you. I couldn't help myself, you're so beautiful and in that tiny see through robe I couldn't think straight." He said.

"I want you out of my house. We are never to say anything about this. It never happened!" She yelled.

"Ok. What are we going to tell Ritchie and my parents? They will ask why I left here." He asked.

"Dammit! Fine you stay here, but just keep away from me." She said as she began to turn, to go upstairs to bed. I ran to my room just before she got to the top of the stairs oblivious to the fact that there was drying cum all over her and that her robe was open and her perfect body was completely on display.

I couldn't sleep that night and was brought out of bed by what sounded like soft whimpers coming from my mom's room. I thought that she was crying and horrified by what Horse had done to her. I went to her door and slowly opened it and was shocked by what I saw. My mother laying on her back with her legs spread wide fucking herself with a huge dildo. Mom was alternating between playing with her clit and rubbing her tits and tweaking her hard nipples. She was moaning in pleasure, calling out softly for Michael as her back violently arched and she brought herself to orgasm. I softly shut the door and ran to my room and jerked myself off to the biggest orgasm of my life.

The next day was the last day that Horse was staying with us as his parents were coming home the next day. Needless to say it was awkward. Mom and Horse avoided each other the entire day. I couldn't look at mom without thinking of her masturbating to the thought of my best friend or what she and he did together, then winding up with a raging boner. I must have jerked off a dozen times that day. That night I took up my perch at the top of my stairs while Horse set up the couch and mom made her tea. I didn't know what I wanted to happen or what I expected to see. I didn't know what to feel. On the one hand I really didn't want to see anything happen between them, but another part of me had to see mom in pleasure again.

Mom came out of the kitchen with her cup of tea and without so much as a glance walked right by Horse and began to come up the stairs. As I realized nothing would happen I dejectedly began to make my way back to my room, until Mom stopped midway up the stairs.

"Michael, we need to talk." She said

"No we don't. It was a mistake and I am sorry." He replied not even looking at her. She made her way to the couch where he was sitting and sat next to him.

"Why did you do what you did last night, Michael?"

"I thought that's what you wanted. That's how it always happens. Rumors got around about it and my friends or girlfriends mothers all wanted it?"

"How what happens?"

"They ask about the nickname and then start pawing at me and use any excuse to see or touch it. I assumed that's what was happening last night."

"So you weren't planning on doing that or using me?"

That's why I come here when my parents go out of town. You're the only one if my friend's mothers who never saw me as a sex toy to use. I know it sounds like I'm complaining that women throw themselves at me, but it gets old. I don't want to be used by every woman who knows about my dick. I just want one woman. I'm sorry I screwed up and destroyed our friendship."

"I'm sorry I made you uncomfortable Michael."

"You didn't make me uncomfortable. You have always been my dream girl."

"Why? A guy like you could have girls half my age with better looks."

"Are you nuts? You put every female in this town to shame. Soft golden skin." He said as he lightly touched and ran his fingers up her legs. "Big beautiful blue eyes, silky soft hair, soft, full kissable lips that taste like candy" he said as he leaned in and kissed her. He pulled away from her lips. "You're perfect. Besides I don't want girls. I want a woman. I've always wanted you.". He said as he stroked her cheek softly and trailed his hand gently on her thigh. It was then that I realized Horse loved my mom.

Mom's defenses were falling. I could do nothing as she leaned in and caught his lips. My mom and best friend were making out. Michael pulled her onto his lap and she straddled his waist as their tongues continued to dance with one another. His hands roamed over her back pulling up her short nightgown and then they moved down to her now bare and exposed ass where they roughly squeezed and fondled each of her cheeks. Mom ran her hands over his chest and shoulders as if she were trying to trace the outlines of all his muscles. 

As the kissing and groping continued I saw Mom begin to grind on the hard lump in his shorts. 

Moans escaped her mouth as she rubbed herself on his clothing covered dick. Horse quickly pulled mom's nightgown off and gently laid her down on the couch. Mom lay there bare as he ran his hands and tongue over her body. Her breasts were swollen and her thick nipples hard from his hands and tongue's attention. Michael worked his way down her body past her flat stomach to her wet and engorged pussy. He took her into his mouth and Tracy shuddered and moaned loudly. I watched from my perch as Horse gave mom a pleasure she hadn't had since dad died or possibly ever. With every lick her moans became deeper until she screamed out in pleasure as her orgasm hit. Her thighs clenched tight around Michael's head as he continued to lick, drawing out every last bit of her orgasm.

I watched as once she freed his head from between her legs he moved up and began to kiss her. Mom didn't seem to mind tasting herself on his lips as she hungrily kissed him back. 

Michael began to undress himself. As his under shirt came off mom jumped up to run her hands over his well muscled body. She licked his torso, and gently licked around his nipple as he pulled his pants down freeing his hard and oozing cock. 

"I have to feel you Tracy. I need to know what it's like to be inside you." Michael said as I watched. 

"We can't. What would my son say?". She asked. There was a chance it wouldn't go any farther. I was party happy that my friend wouldn't fuck my mom, but disappointed because that was all they hadn't already done. I knew they both wanted it. I could see it on their faces. Michael didn't protest. He just resumed kissing her. He laid her down and continued to kiss and explore every inch of her body, paying particular attention to her heaving tits.

I watched as mom pushed him back onto the couch and climbed on top of him and again straddled his waist as she kissed him. Slowly she reached down between their sweat slicked bodies and grabbed him. As soon as she stroked him his head rolled back and he moaned at the exquisite torture of her soft hands milking him slowly as her big soft breasts pressed into his chest and her tongue swirled against his throat. Mom raised up and slowly impaled herself on his staff. She screamed out as he entered her. Stretching her more than she had ever been stretched before. Michael held her hips tightly and supported her as she slowly slid down his length a few inches at a time. After what seemed like forever she finally had him completely inside her. As soon as she had him buried all the way in her, she spasmed with the biggest orgasm of her life. Her back arched shoving her heaving breasts into Michael's face as her pussy clenched around the python invading her and unleashed a torrent of her juices on his cock and balls and onto the couch. 

I stared as Michael buried his face between her tits moving back and forth between them taking the time to kiss and lick her. Mom was so lost in her orgasm that she didn't notice or seem to care that Michael had wormed a finger into her tight asshole. He began to softly thrust into her as she rode him slowly. His middle finger now knuckle deep in her ass as she rode him like a cowgirl, slowly she started as she got used to his size. Bit by bit she picked up the pace. Both of them were moaning in unison, lost in their own world oblivious to anyone else aside from each other. She rode him hard as he took hold of her hips and he began to ram his length in and out of her. She had another body shaking orgasm and she wrapped herself around Michael to prevent her from falling over. 

Horse stood up and turned her around Mom was aimed directly where I was sitting but I was too enthralled by what I was watching that I couldn't even think to move and prevent her from seeing me with my hard cock in my hand. He held her close to him as his cock pressed into her back and he ran his hands over her body. Feeling the heavy weight of her tits as he slowly bent her over and took her from behind. He slid into her sopping slit with ease and began to violently pound her. With each hard thrust her jugs would bounce up. No longer soft and gentle his thrusts became animalistic. He was simply all about giving he and Tracy more and more pleasure until neither could do anything more. He stretched her so much that her clit was exposed. With every thrust his balls slapped her throbbing clit, sending a jolt of orgasmic bliss. With every thrust her pleasure mounted until she was practically having one long orgasm. Her legs went weak and she could no longer keep herself upright. Still he pounded into her, holding her up as she came back down from her orgasmic high. Sweat glistened on mom's perfect body. Michael's thrusting began to falter as his own orgasm built.

"Oh God! I'm gonna cum!" He shouted as he pulled out of her with an audible "pop" Mom quickly dropped to her knees in front of him and began to stroke his cock as he violently began shooting rope after rope of cum on her. The first blast hit her across the face, sending a streak of jizz down her left cheek to her chin. The next few blasts she aimed at her tits until she took him into her mouth and let his last couple spurts shoot down her throat as she nursed on his cock. As he finished cumming she massaged his load into her tits. When he was finished she cleaned his deflated cock with her tongue and mouth. Seeing her swallowing his load finally pushed me over the edge and my own orgasm hit. 




My Best Friend and My Mother



They both looked like they had run a marathon. Sweat was dripping off both their bodies. They were covered in each others juices, but neither seemed to notice. They began kissing like horny teenagers oblivious to the fact that she had his cum in her mouth and that his tongue was inside her. Mom got up and grabbed Michael's hand and led him up the stairs to the shower. I was back in my room before the water started. I knew that they had another marathon sex session while in the shower. I didn't know what to think. On the one hand my mom looked happy and fulfilled for the first time since Dad had died but on the other this was my mom and my best friend. I was happy for mom but wanted to kick his ass. 

I didn't let on that I knew anything the next morning. I hung out and played video games with Horse like usual. Mom did her own thing working in her garden and later working on her computer. Everything was normal aside from the moments where I caught them openly staring at each other. When Horse's parents arrived to pick him up, mom gave him a big hug that normally he would have cringed getting. Instead this time he held her in a lovers embrace in a hug that lasted a few seconds longer than it should have in front of me and his parents. 

"Thank you for a great week Tracy." Horse said as he picked up his duffel bag and headed out the door. 

At school I waited for the inevitable hazing and stories about Horse fucking my mom to begin, only they never did. Horse kept quiet. What happened was between him and my mom only. That was when I realized how deeply his feelings for her ran. Any other guy in school would have used her and spread the word as soon as he could, making mine and her life hell, but Horse loved her and wouldn't do that.

Over the next few weeks I knew that they were seeing each other on the sneak. Neither ever said anything or let anything slip. But both were much happier than they had ever been. I decided to invite Horse back to the house. I wanted to clear the air and admit what I saw.

When he arrived they sat as far from each other as possible which made me laugh. There was shock and confusion as I told them that I knew they were together and that they had been the last several weeks. They tried to deny it until I told them I was not upset. I was glad that my beautiful mom finally was happy even if it was my best friend who made her feel that way and I was glad that Horse or Michael as he was now being called was finally comfortable being himself with someone who accepted him.

They continued seeing each other covertly until we graduated and most of our class moved away for college. Without fear of kids in our class heckling me, they finally allowed their relationship to go public. There were whispers and a few nasty comments from some jealous women but for the most part no one cared. It wasn't like mom was the first stacked older woman to take a younger lover in this town. And in Hooterville she most certainly wouldn't be the last.



My Best Friend Blaine



Author's Note: I originally posted the story under a different penname, but due to some serious privacy issues I'd been having, I took it down, along with my audios. So, I'm starting again and being more careful. So forgive me if I'm not as responsive as I once was. It's hard to trust people. 

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I always looked up to Blaine; she was like the big sister I never had. Blaine taught me everything, from how to walk in heels to getting a guy to pay for your drinks. I really loved it; hell, I loved her. It killed me to admit it, but I really did. Not in the awkward way a brother loves a sister, or the passionate way a husband loves a wife, but in a secret, silent way that was embarrassing to think about. 

But as I sank lower into my bubble bath, I started to think about it more and more. Had I always felt this way? Did it show? My mind wandered to the scene of my thirteenth birthday. Blaine was eighteen and way past the age for showing up at kiddy parties, but she came anyway, toting bags of makeup and stuffed animals. There had to have been at least ten or fifteen other kids there, but she was the only one I saw. That night, in the basement when she was loading my lips with blush, I kissed her cheek and asked her to run away with me. 

"You're such a sweetheart," she had said, ruffling my hair. I had felt like such an idiot then and the same way even now. Blaine knew everything and I knew nothing. 

I let my breasts bob on the surface of the water for a moment and ran a fingertip over the soft flesh of one nipple. They weren't as nice as Blaine's, as I had observed one day during a bit of topless sunbathing at the beach. Hers were this lovely pale pink, just like her lips, and much smaller than mine. 

As I rolled the brown bud back and forth between my fingers, I thought of how Blaine might like it if I did the same to her. I closed my eyes and gave it a little pinch, all the while picturing my roommate lying beneath me, red hair fanned out on the bed. Part of me wasn't sure it was what I really wanted, but the idea definitely seemed nice.

"Blaine," I whispered her name out loud and trailed a hand down my stomach, lazily. Just as I parted my thighs, the bathroom door swung open.

"Hey roomie!"

I jumped, splashing water everywhere, but Blaine just looked in and laughed. I adored that laugh, even if it was at my own expense. 

"Sorry honey," she started peeling down her stockings. "Was I interrupting something a little naughty?"

"No!" I snapped and contemplated getting out of the bath. It was just too hard to concentrate when she was standing in front of me, undressing like that.

"Can't you do that in your room?" I whined, trying my best not to watch. Blaine just smiled.

"Is that water warm?" she asked once she was down to her bra and panties. 

"Sorta..." I blew some of the bubbles around and then stopped. "You're not thinking of getting in, are you?"

Blaine pulled hair into a ponytail and then twisted that up into a bun.

"Why shouldn't I? You're taking ages." she gave me another smile, and I couldn't bring myself to protest. She looked so lovely with all that red hair framing her face. Thinking about it made me remember a time when I was younger and tried to dye mine to match hers. It would have been perfect...if I had known what the hell I was doing. I put in too much, left the dye in for too long, and when Blaine came to my aid to rinse it for me, my hair fell out in clumps. 

"What's your rush?" When I looked up again, Blaine had her bra off and was stepping out of her panties. I turned back to the tub as quickly as possible, and pretended I hadn't seen anything.

"Big date tonight," she slid into the tub behind me and sighed. We hadn't taken baths together since we were little, and even then I had been self conscious. 

"Big date, huh?" I felt a little jealous of her. Blaine was always getting dates, which meant as soon as she came home with them, which she always did, I was confined in my room until they decided to stop fucking. 

"Yeah. Met him at work when he came in for a coffee. His name is Mark. Nice guy, really. I want you to meet him." Blaine started to rub her soapy hands on my back. She always did have a problem with self-control.

"I don't want to— 

"—you're so lucky you've got bit tits," Blaine interrupted me and squeezed them together with a giggle. 

"Blaine!" I splashed her in the face with the bathwater and she let go, laughing still.

"You're so damn sensitive," she took my hands and placed them on her small breasts. "See? Feel them. I don't care."

I kept my hands there, even after she had let go, and ran my fingertips across her nipples. Blaine smiled curiously at me. 

"Mark likes big tits too, you know..." she said once I let my hands fall away. 

"What do I care?" I huffed. "He's gonna be fucking you, not me."

Blaine chuckled right against my earlobe. "Mm, yeah...that's right, isn't it?"

The tickle of her warm breath made me flush. 

"You're such a whore," I sank lower into the water with a nasty scowl on my face. I hadn't meant it seriously, and I knew she knew that. 

"At least I'm not a virgin," Blaine pushed me down under the water and I came back up, coughing. 

"I am not!" I grabbed her shoulders and tried to push her down in return, but she looped her arms through mine and held us together. 

I didn't mind it at all, really. Even though we were both slippery with soap and water, chests still pressed tight against mine. With a little smile, she ran a hand over my thigh.

"Pretty much though, right? You've only slept with what...one guy?" Blaine's hand traveled over my bottom, but she didn't spank or squeeze. She just left it there, casually. 

"Two," I corrected. My heart was racing, but I tried not to let my arousal show. "Maybe I just don't need a cock in me at all times."

"Maybe you don't like cock at all..." she teased. "Is it pussy you're after?"

I opened my mouth to protest, and then shut it. I didn't even want to hear myself answer that question.

'Maybe I like both,' I thought angrily. 

"Don't get all serious; I'm just kidding," Blaine spanked me this time, and then pulled the drain plug with her toes. "Now stand up and help me rinse off."

I turned on the overhead shower and did so with no protest. I felt nervous, rubbing the soap on her skin, and then clearing it away, but Blaine didn't seem to mind at all. She wasn't shy about massaging the soap into my breasts, and even sponging between my legs. I wanted to tell her to stop and give me a little space, but I couldn't find the strength to deny myself of her touch. She was so gentle, so motherly as she washed me; I found myself wanting to hug her as she shampooed my hair. 

"Tired?" she murmured. Her voice was soothing and without its usual humorous undertone. 

"A little," I rubbed my sponge between her shoulder blades. "I wish you didn't have to go out..."

"Aww, you're such a sweetheart," Blaine whispered in my ear.

Hearing those familiar words stirred anger within me, but before I could snap at her, Blaine just turned up the shower flow and rinsed off. I stood there for a while after she got out and watched her fix herself up for the date.

"Are you sure this guy is nice?" I finally stepped out and wrapped a towel around myself. Blaine let her hair down and started curling it.  

"Very," she smiled to herself. "Like I said, you should meet him."

"I'll pass. I've met nice guys before." I tugged my robe on and followed Blaine out of the room when she was done. 

"But obviously not enough of them. You should put out more, sweetheart." She stepped into a pair of strappy black heels that matched her thong panties, and didn't bother with a bra. 

I didn't respond to Blaine. Instead, I sprawled out on her unmade bed and watched her struggle to pick an outfit. She finally decided on a dress she'd bought weeks ago, but never worn. It was a backless mini that I hated, with a low draped front. It was easy to see the swell of her breasts, and with just a slight bend at the waist, she'd be flashing anyone who stood behind her.

I wanted to tell her not to wear it, but I knew there was no point. The more I protested the more keen she'd be on leaving the house in it. 

As I stared up at the ceiling, Blaine sprayed on perfume and went over a series of chores she wanted me to do. Of course I wasn't going to do a single one, but I thought nodding and "mhm-ing" was the right thing to do.

When the doorbell rang downstairs, I followed behind Blaine sluggishly, just to get a look at the guy she'd be leaving with. They greeted each other with a series of overzealous kisses, but I didn't really react. Like I said, Blaine didn't have much self-control. Part of me couldn't blame her, either. Mark really wasn't bad looking. He was sort of...gorgeous. 

I hid at the top of the stairs instead of facing them together, and stared. He looked a bit older than Blaine, probably in his early thirties, but he looked good for it. Nice smile, clean shaven, good hair. Real hair.

It was a step up from some of the undeserving assholes I'd seen her parading about with. He looked corporate almost, very important and distinguished. 

Putting out worthy.

I started feeling a little jealous again, but not for the same reason as before.

'Maybe I should have more sex,' I thought solemnly of the stash of toys I had shoved in the back of my closet. 

I was too picky when it came to men, and I almost always ended up chickening out when it came to the sex.

It wasn't as if I wasn't interested in it – I was definitely interested in it – I just didn't feel like going through countless men to find the one to hit the right spot for me. Two nights of bad sex over two years was two nights too many. 

"Hey roomie! Get down here!" Blaine called up the stairs while holding Mark's hand. 

I started to go back towards my room, but I was certain they had already seen me. So still in my bathrobe, I sucked it up and plastered on a fake smile. 

"Hi..." I gave my hand to Mark. "You must be—

"Mark. Blaine's told me so much about you," he smiled at me, and I shrank a little. There was something a little...dirty behind it. And besides that, I hadn't noticed how tall he was. I felt like a dwarf in front of him.

"Um..." I couldn't think of anything else to say. Why would Blaine bother to tell him anything about me in the first place? She'd never done it before.

"Isn't he great? He's great, isn't he?" Blaine gave me a little punch in the shoulder and I pretended to laugh about it.

"Yep," I avoided her date's eyes, but I could feel him staring at me anyway. 

"Hey, you just turned 18, didn't you?" Mark got my attention again. 

"Yeah..." I furrowed my brow. "Yesterday."

He just smiled instead of saying anything else, and I fought the urge to clamp both hands over the front of my robe. It felt almost as if he could see right through it. 

"Well, don't wait up," Blaine winked at me.

"You're a lovely young lady. Take care," Mark leaned in and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I hadn't seen it coming fast enough, and when I tried to turn my head, our lips touched. 

I didn't know what to say after that, but neither Blaine nor her date mentioned it. Instead, they bid me goodbye again and left. On his way out, Mark gave me a little wink of his own.

I decided not to dwell on it, and plopped down on the couch instead. I watched a documentary on god knows what for a while, and then started feeling antsy. I couldn't get Blaine and her new boyfriend out of my head. He was too old for me, but I kept thinking about how nice it would be if I could be the one going out on a date for once. 

It was then I remembered my address book. I had to know someone who'd want to get together. The first guy I called was a friend from high school, Daniel. We didn't go to the same college, but occasionally Dan and I would fool around when he was in town. There was never any sex, but I figured it was something we both thought about enough to go through with...

Luckily when I called he was in and spending a night at home. He seemed eager to come when I invited him, and as soon as I hung up, I went up and changed my clothes. After digging around in my closet for a little, I found the present Blaine had given me yesterday – a white lace babydoll with matching g-string. She always was one for inappropriate gifts, but I figured as long as I had it, I should put it to good use.

It took about half an hour to get into it properly, and by that time, Daniel was at the door. I pulled on my robe again and ambled back downstairs to meet him. 

"It's great to see you again," he gave me a polite peck on the lips at the doorway, and wiped his feet on the mat. That's the kind of guy he was. Sweet; even when you didn't want him to be. 

I kissed him again when I shut the door, and he pushed me firmly against the wall. It knocked the wind out of me at first, but I was pleasantly surprised.

'So much for politeness,' I thought. In response, I slid my tongue into his mouth and angled my mouth slightly. Even after we parted for breath, he still feathered kisses on my cheek and collar. 

"So how's life?" I managed. Daniel slid his hands under my robe and pulled it down to expose my shoulders.

"Well, I can't complain..." he smiled when saw the lingerie. "I definitely... can't complain." 

"I take it you like it?" I wrapped my arms around his neck and he slid his hands down my sides.

"Very much." he kissed me again, harder, and we stumbled our way over to the couch. 

We didn't spend anymore time chatting after that. I helped him out of his shirt and jeans, and tossed them on the coffee table. Blaine was always doing the same when she brought her boy-toys home, and for some reason, it made me feel more adult, more mature. I had always lived by pages torn from the "Rule book of Blaine," but I had never been able to pull off the things she did quite as well.

'Not until now.' 

"What made you want to get together?" Daniel dragged my robe off completely and then leaned up to get a better lock. 

"Horny," I chuckled, straddling him. "Very horny."

"So you're using me?" he smiled curiously. I slipped one hand into his boxers and watched his eyes roll back.

"Do you mind?" I jerked him again. Half chuckling, half moaning, Daniel just shook his head no.

As he relaxed against me, I pressed kisses down his chest in a beeline towards his waist. Daniel stroked the side of my face absentmindedly, and continued to hold his eyes shut while I pleasured him. He looked so peaceful and sweet, it was hard to get turned on.

"Oh..." he arched his back against the couch a little when I finally took him into my mouth. His cock was still a little soft, but as soon as I began to suck, he swelled between my lips. 

"Mmm," I groaned. "You're so fucking hard..."I opened my mouth to take him further in, and then all of a sudden heard the front door unlock behind us. 

"Roomie!" Blaine called out, and I nearly jumped out of my skin. Daniel gave the same look of panic, and immediately began tucking himself back into his jeans. 

"Ow," I stumbled into the coffee table as I tried to snatch up my robe. "Hold on! Stay in the hall!"

Just as Daniel pulled his shirt back on, Blaine and her date came into view. I hadn't covered up yet, and my lingerie was out for them both to see. Blaine covered her mouth with her hand, but I could see the laughter in her eyes. Beside her, Mark just stared.

"Why are you home so early?" I covered my front with the robe instead of pulling it on. "You left half an hour ago!"

"We got bored," Blaine smirked. "Hello Daniel..."

She gave him a little wave, and I felt like dying right then and there. Daniel looked as though he seconded that notion. Even with his jeans on, it was easy to see his cock straining against the fabric. 

"Hey," he said quickly, and then looked to me. "Thanks for...well...um...I had a nice time. Call me, okay?"

I nodded miserably as he planted a fast kiss on my cheek and hurried out the front door. Blaine just kept looking at me with a smirk on her lips, and her little boy-toy parroted it easily. 

"I'm going to bed," I pulled the robe closed over my shoulders and with what little dignity I had left, marched up the stairs. 

Blaine tried to call me back down, giggling all the while, but I shut myself up in my room, prepared to die a slow death. 

'That's what I get for trying to follow her advice...' I turned on my side in bed and licked my lips. I could still taste Daniel in my mouth, and I didn't hate it at all. Men were so unique tasting, so musky and warm...I loved it, but couldn't help wondering about how other women tasted. My thoughts turned to Blaine once more, and I growled out loud. There was no use thinking about that when in a matter of moments she and her date would be screwing.

At that moment, there was a loud bang at my door. I started to get up, but stopped when I heard Blaine's obnoxious giggling.

"Watch it! You're gonna get her pissed," she whispered. "Come on...my room."

I covered my head with the pillow again and willed myself to sleep.

A few hours later, a long while after the giggling and groaning had finally ceased, I dragged myself out of my bedroom and into the hall. Everything was quiet, and it was after one in the morning. By that time, Blaine had usually sent her fucktoys home. So I carefully opened the door to her room to see. Blaine lay on the bed completely nude and alone, the sheets only covering her ankles. 

Her toy was nowhere in sight, so I took the liberty of strolling in without asking. Blaine was asleep and snoring lightly. Under any other circumstance I would have been annoyed, but she just looked so perfect lying there. I let my gaze drift down between her thighs and smiled. She had red hair everywhere. Very gently, I placed a hand on her stomach and waited for a reaction. There was nothing. Blaine continued to snore. 

Her skin was so smooth; I couldn't help but stroke it. With a smile on my lips, I moved my hand up to her breast, and teased her soft, pink nipples. They hardened quickly under my touch, but Blaine remained unaware. Or so I thought. 

"Pinch them," she whispered suddenly. 

I recoiled immediately, but Blaine caught my wrist at the last moment with a smile. I wanted to apologize, or at least to crawl away and hide, but her smile kept me grounded.

"I knew you were a lez..." she chuckled while pulling the robe from my shoulders. 

"No," I tried to protest, but she was easing me down on the bed next to her, and I couldn't think properly anymore.

"I'm only kidding," she brushed a bit of hair out of my eyes in that same, motherly fashion. "It's okay to experiment..."

Blaine continued passing her fingers through my hair. "I did it during college...there's no reason why we shouldn't...why we couldn't..." 

"I-I we can't...I mean I'm not..." I stammered dumbly, but no longer had any idea what I was saying. All I knew was the feeling of her lips on my neck. Her kisses felt so soft and natural, I didn't feel hesitant at all when I cupped her breast with one hand. I took her advice and pinched her nipple to see how she'd react. Blaine mewled quietly in my ear, and then licked it slowly. I could already feel wetness building in the crotch of my panties. 

"You look so hot in this outfit," Blaine said, referring to the lingerie. "I actually felt jealous of that kid you were with. But when I really think about it, he wouldn't have known what to do with you."

I hid my joyous smile by bowing my head to suck her nipples. She moaned in appreciation and I felt her hips wriggling beneath mine. I never knew she was so sensitive. 

"Are you as wet as I am?" she asked, shamelessly. Before I could stop her, Blaine reached down between us. Her fingers pushed aside the string of my panties and slipped into my pussy. I could hear the wet sound of her fingers sinking in, and it felt so much nicer than I thought it would.




My Best Friend Blaine



"Blaine!" I gasped, when she wriggled them slightly.

"You are, you naughty little thing..." she sucked her fingers with a naughty little smirk. I started to turn away a little, embarrassed, but Blaine put an end to that when she pulled me on top of her without warning. 

I didn't know what to do, but Blaine kept smiling.

"Lick my pussy," she commanded. My heart sped up a little, but I didn't resist. There was no point. Blaine could talk me into anything. As she watched, I planted kisses down her tummy until my mouth met the soft, red hairs at her entrance. I licked them teasingly, matting the hair, but Blaine didn't seem up to it. She pushed my head down with one hand and spread her legs. 

I was overcome with her smell and taste all at once. She was musky, like Daniel, but there was a much sweeter undertone. With one thumb, I rubbed lightly on her clit while my tongue slid in and out of her pussy. It was cute to see the way Blaine writhed under my touch, and hear the soft sound of her moans. That alone kept me going, plunging deeper, stroking longer. Though filled with nervous tension, I fucked her with my tongue the best I could, each time pulling back with a bit of her sweetness. The whole situation was unreal, and I didn't want it to end.

I leaned on my arms with my ass in the air and held her hips down to keep her from bucking. I was sure I had her in control, until I felt my underwear being pushed aside again. I was indeed taken by surprise, and gasped at once when I felt two fingers slide inside me from behind. However, they weren't as smooth and gentle as before. In fact, they felt thicker, and moved inside me quickly.

"Not so hard, Blaine..." I squirmed, but Blaine didn't say anything. 

It was at that moment, I realized that both of her hands were at her breasts, squeezing as I licked her. I stopped immediately and looked over my shoulder. 

It was Mark, from before. 

He was standing over me in nothing but his boxers, one hand on my ass to keep me in place. I tried to pull away, but he held me still.

"Just keep licking her pussy," he breathed on my neck. "You were doing such a good job before."

I was hesitant, but Blaine pulled me forward for a kiss that gave me reassurance. Her tongue slid into my mouth and I imagined she could taste herself clearly. 

"He's right," she pulled down the straps on the teddy and shimmied it down to expose my breasts. "I haven't cum yet, baby."

I nodded obediently, but proceeded with caution. Instead of the furious tongue fuck I had given her earlier, I opened my mouth over her pussy, clit and all, and then sucked hard. Blaine squealed loudly and groped one of my breasts. It was hard to absorb the feeling when behind me; her boyfriend was working his fingers in and out of my pussy, now at a painfully slow pace. Even with just two fingers, I could feel him stretching me. It felt so good, it almost hurt.

"You've got a tight cunt, sweetheart." Mark squeezed my free breast and leaned forward. He was pressed so close that even through his boxers; I could feel his cock jutting into my thigh. It had to be at least seven or eight inches of hard, hot length. I knew should have been repulsed by the situation, but strangely wasn't. Mark wasn't being incredibly aggressive or perverse, and the closeness of them both made me feel warm. 

It also reminded me that he had been the one to fuck Blaine only moments before. The pussy I was licking was the pussy that had squeezed tight around his cock, and pulled in all his cum. I probed in a little further with my tongue, secretly hoping to taste a little of it. 

"I told you," Blaine's voice was breathy, but full of humor. "She's only had sex twice."

The two spoke over my head as though I wasn't there, and quickly it became obvious that I had been set up. Blaine wanting to introduce her guy friend to me, the stares, the age questions, the coming home early... This is what they were after all along. Again, I wanted to be angry, but I just couldn't find it in me. Maybe hours later when I drank it all in, but not then. 

"She looks like she's pretty good at sucking cock too," Mark and Blaine both shared a little chuckle, but it didn't last long.

Blaine came without warning, and I made sure not to move my mouth until I had lapped up all over her juices. It was sticky on my lips and tongue, but I didn't care. I was experiencing something groundbreaking, something I might never get again in my lifetime.

"Good girl," Mark pulled my head up and pushed me towards Blaine. "Now kiss her."

I didn't hesitate, and neither did she. Mark slipped his fingers out of my pussy and walked around to the side of the bed so he could watch. Blaine and I kissed and groped hungrily. By the time we had parted for breath, Blaine had ripped and shoved off the teddy top of my lingerie. She left on the g-string, and rubbed me through them with her wandering hands. 

I could feel Mark's eyes on us, but instead of bothering me, his gaze only made me hotter. I snuck glances at him as Blaine and I kissed and saw that he was slowly jerking his stiff cock. I couldn't see much through the dark fabric of his boxers, but judging by the shapely outline in them, he was impressive, to say the least. Every few moments, he let the thick head peek out of the waistband, and my pussy throbbed in longing. His ogling made me feel almost like a performer— grinding, moaning, and moving for the sake of my onlookers. It got me going, and all I wanted was for him to drop his boxers and give me what I was aching for. 

Blaine wriggled her body against mine until our breasts were smashed together, much like in the bath we had shared earlier, but the mood was entirely different. From the wicked look in her eyes, and the way her kisses were trailing lower, I knew that she was prepared to go down on me in return, but Mark pulled us away from each other, abruptly.

"I thought you wanted to watch us," Blaine ran her hands over his chest, playfully. Mark indulged her for a moment with a brief kiss, but then turned to me.

"I do," he tried to coax me into a kiss as well, but I turned my head. I had to admit, I did feel a little awkward about kissing Blaine's guy, especially when he was so much older. 

"Go on, It's all right," she seemed read my mind. "He likes you. Besides, we're sharing here."

"Sharing?" I looked into Mark's eyes, and they were smoldering with desire. I let him push me backward onto the bedspread and then press his lips onto mine. His tongue swept my mouth in a way similar to Blaine's, and I wondered for a moment who had learned it from whom. It felt good though, anyway, to have him turn his full attention to me. His kisses weren't nearly as fervent and bruising as Blaine's but just as enticing. When he finally pulled away, I let out a pleading moan. 

"Come on, sit up." he smiled and gestured to Blaine, who had been watching and fingering herself. 

When she pulled her slick fingers away, I came to her side and sucked them clean. The sinful actions were becoming second nature to me. Mark stroked my hair lovingly.

"You are a delight, you naughty little girl, you." he kissed my neck and then pushed Blaine's legs apart with his hands. She turned over on her stomach, and I sat back, watching in earnest.

Mark instructed me to remove his boxers and obeyed, giving him a little rub and tickle along the way. He slid the full length of his cock inside Blaine in one quick stroke. I was amazed at how well she could take it, but once again, it was one more thing she could do better than me. 

Judging by the way Mark smiled; the surprise on my face was obvious. 

"Don't worry," he pushed inside Blaine again. "I'll be easier on you."

I just blushed and continued to watch them fuck. Blaine was fully at his mercy, and from the loud smacking noises and the way her breasts swung as they moved, told me they both liked it quite rough. That and the dirty talk they engaged in continued to turn me on. She begged him to fuck her cunt, he called her a whore, and all I wanted was to join in somehow. 

I became entranced with Blaine's swinging breasts, and couldn't help but touch. Mark smirked at me again when he heard Blaine's enthusiastic moan.

"Go ahead, suck them. I give you permission," he told me. 

Part of me felt a bit embarrassed that I had really been waiting for his say so, but another part, a stronger part, liked that he was so controlling. So on his insistence, I slid underneath Blaine and took a pert nipple into my mouth. Her moans became even louder, and with that, Mark quickened his pace. From my position below her, I could see his cock clearly working in and out of her. There was something so incredibly carnal about it that I couldn't help but want to be a part. 

"That's it, baby." Blaine squeezed her eyes shut. "Just like that – don't stop!"

As I licked and bit playfully on Blaine's tits, I used one hand to rub her clit. She felt so hot, and so did he. Every time he pulled out and pounded back in, I could feel his balls smack her cunt, and my fingertips simultaneously. Just hearing how close Blaine was to orgasm made me crave it myself. Between the three of us, I had received the least action. 

I started to kiss Blaine again, but she was too on edge to put any heart in it. Just as I began to work at her nipples again, Mark dragged me up with one hand. He pulled me so my side was squashed against his, and commanded me to watch. Blaine's pale cheeks were flushing red, and her whole body was sheened with sweat.

"Fuck! Fuck it harder! God..." she pressed her face into the pillows and I heard her scream. 

When Blaine finally came, I was able to see it from Mark's level. Her pussy sucked him in greedily, and spasmed as she twitched. I felt his entire body shiver as he groaned. He hadn't cum yet, but still he slid his cock out so I could see. It was slick and covered with her juices. Blaine whimpered and relaxed onto her stomach.

"Do want me to lick her again?" I looked up at Mark expectantly.

"No," he held me tightly by the wrist, and then pointed his cock at my mouth. "Lick me instead."

Mark helped me to my knees and timidly, I obliged. I worked first at licking Blaine's juices off while she and Mark watched me, and then pulled back. Gently, he eased my head down again, and his cock brushed my cheek, leaving a wet smear.

"Go ahead," he urged. 

I licked my lips and slid as much of him as I could manage into my mouth. He gasped quietly, and I waited a moment before running my tongue along his length. His foreskin slid back and I held it there with my free hand, all the while licking him. I felt his hands slide into my hair, and then another moan, soft again, but very telling. I could only imagine how hard he was trying not to cum. Very slowly; Mark began to move in and out of my mouth. 

"That's it," he pulled firmly on my hair. "Such a good little slut..."

I swallowed repeatedly as Mark began to thrust; struggling for air, but it was obvious he got off on it. And when he pulled his cock out again, slick with my saliva and his pre-cum, I did too. Eagerly, I took in again and sucked harder. I tried my best to keep a tight seal around Mark's cock, but it was difficult to focus when Blaine was near me. She dropped to her knees beside me and ran a hand down my back, between my shoulder blades, and then down to my ass. 

The fingers of one hand pressed daringly at the puckered bud, while the others teasingly grazed my clit. I was still wearing the g-string from before, but Blaine made no move to take it off. 

I continued to suck him for a few more minutes as Blaine teased me, but Mark pulled away before I could get him to cum.

"Very nice..." he breathed heavily, and I could tell it was an understatement. "But I still want some of that ass. Turn over."

Once again, I obeyed. But before he touched me again, Blaine turned her attention to him. She began to suck his cock as well, and it seemed he couldn't bring himself to resist. She moved much faster than I had, and used her hand to jerk as she licked. It was amazing to watch her; she was so skilled it killed me. Even the way she dribbled her own saliva onto his cock as lubricant made me hot. I leaned back against the wall behind the bed head and let my own fingers graze my pussy. As soon as Mark caught sight of what I was doing, he pulled Blaine away.

"Hey," he took my face in one large hand. "You don't cum unless I make you. Understand?" 

His tone was stern, but I didn't feel scared. 

"Y-yes. Okay," I said simply.

"I told you she was a good girl," Blaine snaked her arms around his neck and gave me a sultry wink. At that moment, I realized I'd never be able to look at her the same way again. 

"Do you have anything?" I heard Mark murmur to Blaine suddenly, and with a sigh, she went rummaging through her bedside tables.

I looked up to try and see what she was doing, but Mark pinned me back down. Under his guidance, I took a submissive position on my hands and knees, as Blaine had before. With one hand, he gave me a spank and raised my ass in the air. All of a sudden I felt Blaine's familiar fingers part the lips of my pussy and slide the g-string away. Her tongue, I assumed, was warm on my clit, and made no hasty moves. In that position, I was exposed to them both, and thanks to Blaine, completely wide open for Mark to see. As her mouth worked over my swollen clit, Mark dipped a finger into my dripping cunt. 

"Oh fuck..." I moaned loudly at the feeling and tried to clench my muscles around it, but with Blaine holding me open, it was difficult. As Mark worked his finger in and out, I noticed it had a much slicker, cooler feel. The same feeling emerged again when he pressed for entrance at my asshole. My first instinct was to resist, but with the ease of that lubricant, his finger slipped in part way before I could clench down around it. He moved it gently in time with the one in my pussy, and I fought to muffle my whimpers in the pillows. 

"Please..." I begged, but wasn't quite sure of what I was begging for.

"Now now..." Mark chided, playfully. "Be good." Shortly after, a second finger moved into my pussy. The stretching feeling wasn't quite so bad anymore, and the warmth of Blaine's tongue moved to my spread asshole. She spread my cheeks and tongued it lovingly. As she did so, I could feel her saliva sliding down the crack of my ass and into my pussy.

"Please...I want your cock..." I said it softly, but it was enough too make them both stop. Blaine giggled behind me and spanked my ass hard. 

"What did you say?" Mark pressed a kiss between my shoulder blades.

"Fuck me," I clenched the bed sheets in my palms. "P-please fuck me."

"What do you think, Mark? She's been so good...she deserves it, doesn't she?"

I wriggled desperately, and I could practically feel Mark grinning down at me. 

"She does," he offered his slick fingers to me, and I sucked them dutifully. 

I expected him to slide in from behind, the way he did for Blaine, so I was surprised when instead, he pulled me to my knees again. I stared dumbly as he lay back on the sheets, and then looked to Blaine. She too looked a little bewildered.

"Come here sweetheart," he smoothed his hair back with one hand and pulled me onto his chest. 

"You're going to let her ride?" Blaine's eyes lit up. Looking down at Mark, I felt horribly embarrassed. The position was so...exposing, and I certainly didn't have a figure like Blaine's to make it look sexy. 

I started to tell them I couldn't, but then I realized how much control he had just given me. I imagined that for a man like him, it was not an easy thing. I looked down at Mark again and pushed his sweaty bangs out of his eyes. They were still full of lust. Although still a little hesitant, I took his cock in my palm and rubbed it at my entrance. It was swollen and engorged with blood, and I knew he had to be dying to cum. As I used the blushing head to rub against my clit. I heard Mark gasp and his hand squeezed my forearm urgently.

"Don't," he warned. Although he was beneath me, he was insistent on keeping a semblance of control.

At last, I obliged him, and raised my hips. Mark and Blaine watched eagerly as I slowly let him sink into me, inch by lovely inch. I leaned forward and began to rock, but he stopped me again.

"Wait..." he breathed out shakily, and I felt his cock twitch within me. We both took a moment to adjust, and I let my hands wander he expanse of his chest before rising up again.

"I love the way you squeeze me," he rasped. I closed my eyes as his hands wandered up my body to cup my breasts. 

Beside us, Blaine kissed and petted his hair. 

There was silence amongst the three of us again, and then I slowly began to ride his thick cock. I moved slowly, deliberately on top of him, while trying to fit as much as I could in my pussy. I could hear the wet sounds of us meeting and parting, and it was intoxicating. I could even feel Blaine's soft hands stroking my ass and massaging Mark's balls. Along with her fingers, Mark's joined in to help me along. He parted the lips of my pussy and pinched my clit. It was all completely overwhelming, but in a very good way.

I started to ride him harder, and the bed rocked a little with the motion. I hadn't felt so good, so free, so filled in a long time. 

"That's it," Mark grabbed my hips, hard, his fingertips digging and squeezing me. "Good girl... You love it don't you?"

I could barely manage a squeak.

"Tell me," he demanded, rocking me harder against him. "Tell me how much you love this fucking cock."

"I...I..." I couldn't even answer. So many different feelings and emotions were stirring within me; all I was focused on was trying to reach my climax. And when I did, it was phenomenal – as if a thousand firecrackers were going off somewhere deep inside.

"God!" I dug my nails into Mark's forearms to steady myself through the explosion, but he wasn't anywhere near satisfied.

As my muscles clenched and spasmed around Mark's cock, he flipped me onto my back. With finesse I wasn't aware anyone could posses, lifted my legs over my head and hammered into my throbbing cunt.

If it had been anyone else, I would have been too sensitive to continue, but I readily allowed Mark to bring me into another orgasm with his thrusts. He was so deep inside me, and I'd never felt anything like it. His balls spanked my ass, his hands pinned me down, and his cock...his cock hit me perfectly, over and over...and over. 

No longer could I form words. I squeezed my eyes shut and groaned, long and hard. As if it was some sort of signal, I felt Mark's body stiffen up and his cheeks flush red.

"Fuck! Oh, Christ...I'm c..." he gasped and moaned.

Assuming he would cum inside me, I tried to lock my legs around his waist, but Mark pushed them back up, swiftly. Without warning, he pulled away from my warmth and hoisted himself over my body. His hand worked his cock quickly, and I lay back to take everything he had to offer.

"Yes...yes baby, give it to me. Give me all that fucking cum," I chanted, caught up in the thrill of the moment.

Still panting and exhausted, I closed my eyes and rubbed my hands up and down his thighs as Mark shot his load onto my stomach, bright white against dark skin. The first creamy ropes splattered on my face, but the rest pooled on my tummy. Taking over, I stroked Mark until I milked out every last drop, and Blaine sucked off the rest with a smile.

"I want to see you again," he bent over and whispered in my ear. I started to look to Blaine for approval, but he kissed me briskly to stop it.

There had been a bit of cum on my lips, but he didn't seem bothered by his own taste.

"Just you," he kept his voice low. I nodded slowly and Mark got off the bed. He watched for a while as Blaine and I kissed and licked the cum away, but then shuffled back into his clothes. 




My Best Friend Blaine



"Leaving so soon?" Blaine giggled teasingly. I knew she probably could have cared less. Guys weren't exactly slim pickings for her. 

"I have work in the morning," Mark smiled, but I noticed it was more at me than her. I pulled up the comforter to cover my chest a little, and his smile turned into a smirk.

"I had a great time," he said, finally. "Maybe we'll have more sometime?"

He left before either of us had the chance to respond, but Blaine seemed rather dismissive.

"He really was nice..." I snuggled against her.

"Yeah, I guess." she sighed. "Boring as hell though...outside the sex. I can't see myself doing much else besides screwing around with him."

"Oh I don't know..." I smiled to myself, but Blaine wasn't paying attention. 

She murmured something about taking a shower and tried to drag me with her, but I stayed planted. I didn't want to erase the memory so soon. Before our little ménage a trois, I had been so jealous of Blaine and always tried to emulate her, but now I knew better. I knew how deeply my feelings ran for her, and I knew I didn't want to try and be her clone. I didn't need to be. She and Mark too, apparently, liked me well enough the way I was. 



My Best Friend Blake



My best friend Blake and I have been friends for years. It never dawned on me that I would start to grow feelings for him till it started to happen. Blake is that all American boy. He's 6 feet tall, 165 pounds has blond hair and blue eyes. He plays football for our high school so that gives him a pretty great body. He's a real hit with the girls. They're always going crazy for him. I think I do pretty well for myself. I'm 5'4, 130 pounds with curves, long black hair and light brown eyes. I also cheer for the school's cheerleading team which keeps me in shape. Some people might not understand how Blake and I could be best friends considering he's white and I'm black but in this day and age it doesn't really matter about the color of our skin. We don't let the color of our skin define our friendship, our parents have been friends for ten years and so have we. 

Blake may be eighteen but he acts like an eight year old sometimes. He knows he gets on my nerves so that only gives him reason to do it more. Pulling my hair or slapping my butt, knowing he will get me loud makes him roar with laughter. It's always a good thing to see him laugh or smile these days especially since things at home haven't been so good for him. His parents have been married for years but now they're starting to fight a lot. His mother says that Blake's father works too much and doesn't spend enough time with her or their son. His parents are like my aunt and uncle so it hurts me to see them going through this, and I know Blake is hurting even more. 

Although Blake is hurting he can pull back pretty quickly which I'm hoping he will do tonight for the championship game against East Rockland, our rival school. He's team captain and he has to carry the team so he needs this. Since we learned that we're going to be in the championship game, the cheerleading team has been in overdrive. Late night practices have been kicking my ass, but I don't mind. Although I do mind our captain Stacy. She wants us to cheer at our best, which I can understand but she doesn't understand the pressure she puts on us. She makes us run laps all the time, making us learn new routines and keeping us on a strict diet. She acts like we're going to cheer for the President. It doesn't help that Stacy just happens to be Blake's ex-girlfriend. The girl practically hates me. She knows I'm Blake's best friend so she's harder on me than the rest of the girls. Always saying, "Skylar! Run! Cheer harder! Your flips are looking bad! Smile!" She's a real bitch.

Anyways the game is in full effect. Our team is down two points and we're cheering our loudest. "Come on Tigers! Fight the Lions! Beat those Lions butts!" The crowd is yelling the same thing. I see 34 running through the swarm of players on the field. "Come on 34! Run! Run! Go!" I can feel Stacy's eyes glaring at me as I yell her ex's number. I turn my head and smile at her, knowing its making her blood boil but it's bringing me happiness, so I don't really care. I turn my head back just in time to see Blake make the touchdown that wins the game. Everybody starts to go wild. Blake runs into his team and they hoist him up onto their shoulders. I can tell he's really happy. My squad and I run onto the field to congratulate the boys on their big win. I hug and high five the other boys on the team, when suddenly I feel myself being picked up and whirled around. 

'Blake! Put me down!" I yell, playfully pounding on his back. He puts me down and grabs my shoulders yelling, "We won Skylar! We won! We're champions baby!" I just smile as he picks me up again, wrapping his arms around my waist as I can't but help wrap my legs around his waist. "Champions baby!" I yell at the top of my lungs as Blake spins me around again. "That's right!" Blake says as he puts me down. Once again Stacy glares at me as I give her my best smile.

Once everything started to die down the girls and I grab our things to get ready to leave. I was just about to pick up my bag when I heard my name being called. "Hey Skylar." I turn around to see Blake's parents walking toward me. "Hmmm." I say to myself as they approach me. Blake is like his father in every way. They look so much alike, they could be mistaken as twins. I remember when I was younger I used to crash my bike outside their house when Blake and I would play and he would run outside to see if I was alright. If I would I cry, he would kiss me on my nose and tell me everything was okay, then he would take me inside and Blake's mom would give me a cookie. "Wow" I thought to myself. They look just like they did ten years ago. Sort of like a power couple someone would see on a Hollywood red carpet. I snapped myself out of my daydream to address my 'aunt and uncle'. 

"Hey Aunt Allison, Hey Uncle Rob. Did you guys enjoy the game?" I asked them. "We sure did." Aunt Allison said smiling. "And your cheering was awesome kiddo. You were the best on the squad." Uncle Rob told me. Knowing Uncle Rob was watching me made me all hot and bothered. "Well I'm glad you guys had a good time. I told them. "It was great." Allison said. "By the way, where are your parents? We haven't seen them all night." "Ah well they were called away this morning to deal with a case this morning in Chicago. They really wanted to be here but this was so sudden and urgent, they had to go." My parents are lawyers with their own private firm. They work a lot and sometimes they are called on cases out of town but when they are home it's always nice to have them around. How many teenagers say that? Uncle Rob have a slight chuckle. "Just like your old dad to Chicago without me. Probably gonna hit the strip club too. Allison gave him a death stare. "Come along dear, time to go. Night Skylar." I knew that look, I was just hoping it wasn't going to be one of those nights.

I turned around to see Blake walking up to me. "Hey Sky. Ready to go?' I smiled. I always loved it when he called me Sky. "I'm ready." "Come on, let's get outta here." As we walked to his car I thought about how good it felt to wrap my legs around his waist. All I wanted him to do was fuck me. It was on my mind so much lately, the thought of his of his hard white cock sliding into my tight wet black pussy has me going. I wanted so bad to slip my fingers up my skirt, but there was a time and place. I looked over at Blake. Wow, he's so good looking. What I would do to slide on his lap and ride him like there is no tomorrow...

"Skylar!" 

"What?"

"You spaced out for second, did you heard what I said?"

"Um no. What did you say?" 

"I said, Stacy was giving you icy stares all night, is she being hard on you?" 

"Stacy's just a bitch. She's only mad because we're friends and she wants you back. I guess she sees me as a threat."

"She's a slut. I would never deal with that again. I can't believe she cheated on me with Kyle Vega, he and I used to friends."

I thought back to last year when I found out Stacy cheated. Blake was a mess when he heard, I even confront her about it. She told me that Kyle came onto her, others told me she was all over him that night. I started to think about Kyle. He was an Adonis in his own right. Tall, dark and handsome. 

Girls would swoon over him and the ones that were lucky enough to be with him would never shut up about how he fucked them till they couldn't stand anymore. Now, even though I'm a virgin I know about sex. I mean, what girl doesn't? 

I turn back to him just as we pull into my driveway.

"Thanks for the ride Blake, and good job tonight to deserve it."

"Thanks Sky, and if you really wanna thank me for the ride I know a way you could repay me."

He placed his hand on my thigh and slowly slid his hand up my leg, I didn't want him to feel my still wet pussy if his hand got too far, so I quickly slapped it away.

"Blake!" I yelled. He just laughed.

I got out of the car and he pulled out of the driveway. It was starting to rain, so I ran up to the door. As I walked up to my room I began to pull my uniform off, and ran the shower. As I jumped in and the hot spray hit my body, I thought about how nice it would be to have Blake in here with me. With that thought I couldn't ignore my throbbing pussy anymore. I gently slipped a finger in and felt the tightness. I ended up cumming so quickly it hit me like a ton of bricks. I moaned as it shook through me. I opened my eyes and out the shower and dried off. I dried my hair and put lotion on, I grabbed some clean panties and a bra and one of my old t shirts. As I got into bed, I looked out the window and fell asleep pretty quickly. 

I was knocked out but was awaken by knocks on my window, I thought it was a dream so I closed my eyes but heard the knock again so I got up and walked to the window to see Blake standing outside my window in the pouring rain. I opened the window and he climbed in.

"They're fighting again, aren't they?" I asked him. He didn't answer, just looked at me.

I could tell he was upset. I looked at him, he was soaked. 

"Well take your clothes off Blake, I'll go get a towel for you to dry off so you won't get sick."

I took the clothes downstairs and put them in the dryer. I walked back upstairs and grabbed a warm towel from the closet and went back to my room. Blake stood in the middle of the room in his boxers. I couldn't help but sneak a quick peek. I walked over to him and began to towel off his wet body. His body was perfection, hard pecks, hard biceps, and washboard abs.

"Hmmm." I said out loud.

"What?" He said, finally speaking.

I couldn't look at him, thoughts were flooding my mind and I knew that if I looked up, he would read me like a book.

"Just thinking." I said.

"About what?" He asked.

"About how hot you are."

I said it before I could even stop myself. I expected him to freak out. But he didn't. I looked up into his eyes and he stared down at mine.

"I mean..." I started to say.

"Shut up."

Suddenly he pressed his lips against mine. At first I was startled but of course, I gave in within seconds. He pushed me back onto my bed, I wrapped my legs around his waist. I moaned as he kiss and bit at my neck and then began to travel down the rest of my body. As he came back up to me and looked me in the eyes, I could see the passion in his eyes.

"Stand up." He told me, as I lifted my body off the bed, he unhooked my bra and took my left nipple in his mouth.

"Ohhh." I moaned and tilted my head back and enjoyed the sensation. It felt like a direct line of excitement as he rolled my nipple in his mouth. He gently bit on it causing me more pleasure than pain. I ran my fingers threw his hair to show him how much I loved it. 

Blake pushed me back on the bed and kissed down my stomach, stopping at the top of panties. I looked down at him and he looked right back up at me. He took the top of my panties with his mouth and slowly rolled them off my body, I threw my head back and moaned. He tossed them to the side and looked at my pussy as it glisten with wetness. 

"So beautiful." He whispered. I felt him slide his tongue inside me.

"Blake!" I called out. My fingers became tangled in his hair as I pushed his tongue deeper and deeper inside me. I felt the familiar sensation and I knew I was about to cum.

"Blake! Blake! I'm cumming!" I yelled as it flushed over my body. Blake gave me one last lick as he came up to me.

"So sweet, just like a piece of chocolate." He said as he licked his lips. 

I pulled his face to mine and kissed him, I could taste myself on his lips. I groaned as I felt the heat of his hard cock still trapped inside his boxers against my bare pussy. I got up and pushed him on his back and repeated what he had done to me. I kissed my way down his beautiful body, stopping at his dick. I grabbed the top of his boxers and gasped as I pulled them down.

"Oh my." I said as I looked down. He was so big and so thick. I suddenly felt scared thinking about how this was going to fit inside my virgin pussy.

"Wow Blake. It's so big. I didn't know you were this big."

"Yeah well, I've grown a lot since I was eight. Did you think that only black guys were this big?"

"No. I'm just surprised.

"Well now you know. I've wanted you to know for a long time now, I've thought about fucking you for so long now."

"All I do is imagine is stuffing your tiny little pussy with my cock, seeing your big brown eyes widen as your feel me inside you, stretching you out, making you cum. I think about it all the time." He told me as he rubbed his cock up and down never taking his eyes off me.

I took a deep breath. He had me captivated, I wanted him more than ever and I was so happy to hear he had wanted me too.

"I wanted that too, I was just too scared to act on it. I never knew you felt this way too. I didn't think you want me." I said looking down.

He pulled my face up to his looking at me with those blue eyes.

"Why wouldn't want you? You're the most beautiful girl in the world. And, I'm not just saying that to get in your pants either." He said as he looked at me. He must have seen the look on my face when he said that.

"Then why are you saying it Blake?"

"Goodness Skylar, are you that blind?" I love you. I love you so much it hurts. Sometimes I see you with other guys and it hurts me. All I think about is how I want you to be mine, forever and always."

I usually don't get emotional but as Blake said that, tears started to form in my eyes.

"I love you too." 

And that was all that need to be said between us. I took Blake's hard cock into my hand and slowly jerked it up and down as I watched the pleasure on his face. I lowered my head to his cock, it looked even bigger up close. I gently rolled my tongue around his pink head. He drew in a sharp breath as he felt my warm mouth on his throbbing member. I tried to take him all in but was only I couldn't. 

"Relax your throat." He told me. I did as he said and was able to get more in.

"That's it Sky. That's it." He encourage me on. I had most of it down when Blake pulled me off and laid me on my back, he spread my legs. I looked up at him and he looked down at me.

"Are you ready?" He asked, I didn't answer. I thought of monster ripping me apart.

"It'll be quick, I promise." 

I shook my head ok and felt him rub his cock up and down and then slowly push inside. At first I didn't feel anything, just a good pressure feeling. Then I felt it. He pushed in hard and pain ripped through my body.

I screamed. I couldn't move, I just laid there still feeling the pain.

"Mmm, you're really tight, Sky." Blake whispered in my ear. When he said that more juices flooded my pussy. He began to pump in and out of me.

"And wet." He said as I squeezed his cock inside of me. Those words were making me get over the pain of his huge cock and now all I was feeling was pleasure.

"Blake, tell me more."

"Baby, you have the tightest, wettest, hottest pussy ever. I wanna fuck you all night long, I never wanna stop."

"Mmm, fuck me! Make me cum, don't stop." I yelled, scraping his back with my nails. Blake went faster and faster, he was like a machine. I felt it begin to build up in my body.

"Oh baby, I'm gonna cum... I'm gonna cum!" I called out.

"Cum on my dick, Sky. I wanna feel you squeeze me when you cum."

"Ughh!" I groaned as it came over me. He kept going even though I was cumming, making it more intense. 

"It felt so good." I moaned as it started fade.

"It does, doesn't it?" Blake chuckled. I just smiled.

"Get on your hands and knees." He told me.

I turned around and felt him press himself into me again.

"Mmm." I moaned.

He grabbed my waist and pulled me in deeper and deeper. I was in heaven. His huge hard white cock was starting to make me cum again.

"Blake, I'm gonna cum again!"

"I am too!" he told me.

I felt him get close to me and he said into my ear,

"Get ready Sky, I'm gonna fill your sweet little black pussy with my hot white cum, maybe I'll make a baby with all about shoot inside you."

"Fuck!" I yelled out when he said that. He started the best orgasm of my life. Blake grabbed a fist full of my hair and pulled me back to him. He rubbed my clit causing my body to shake violently. He pulled my head back by my hair and kiss me hard, forcing his tongue inside my mouth. I moaned into his mouth. I felt all his hot cum mix with mine as it shot in me. I was in orgasmic bliss. Unfortunately it had to end. Blake and I collapsed on the bed with him still inside me. His cock blocking the cum trying to leak out. He had came so much, but not that that was a bad thing.

"I love you."

"I love you too. Forever and always."

From that moment on I knew I was going to enjoy life with my best friend Blake. 



My Best Friend Ch. 01



My friend Addison is about as gorgeous as a woman can get. I've always had a little "girl crush" on her, even before I realized I was bisexual. She has long blonde hair and deep green eyes. A trim waist, narrow hips, and long, sculpted legs. And her breasts....oh, God her breasts! Absolute perfection. 36D, perfectly round with big pink aureoles and large, long nipples. The kind of nipples that always seem to be erect, even on the hottest summer day. The kind of nipples that can't be hidden under a bra. The kind of nipples that were made to be licked and sucked and chewed on just enough to make a woman moan. I've had many embarrassing moments at work thinking about doing just that to her nipples. Lost in my erotic daydreams, I've drifted off into Addison land only to return with a flushed face and very wet crotch!

Addison and I met in college. We were roommates freshman year and became fast friends. We shared common interests in clothes, music, and men. By the middle of the first semester our friends had started referring to us as the Bobbsey Twins. We were practically glued together at the hip. 

One night at a party we ended up in an upstairs bedroom with an anonymous fraternity guy. Neither of us were particularly promiscuous, but we liked to have a good time and we both loved sex. It started out with heavy petting on the part of the guy. Alternating between Addison's still covered breasts and my bare ones. Lots of kissing and groping and moaning. I was enjoying myself fully as I watched the guy lick and suck on my large puffy nipples while trying to snake his hand up Addison's shirt. That's when it hit me, I was more turned on by the anticipation of seeing my best friend's breasts than the sucking mouth attached to my over-sized nipple.

A shockwave went through me which was obviously misunderstood by the jock attached to my tit. He took his hand out from under Addison's shirt and concentrated all his efforts on my already exposed breasts. Needless to say, I was disappointed. What I wanted more than anything at that moment was to see Addison's beautiful chest, naked and oh so close to mine. I dropped my head back and let the fantasy roll over me as the frat boy worked my tits over with his mouth and his hand slid under my skirt. His fingers worked their way past my white cotton panties and his middle finger slid up and down between my big, meaty lips. He dropped down between my thighs and pushed my panties aside. But all I could think of as his fingers pushed in and out of my wet hole and his mouth sucked my engorged clit was my best friend. It was like an erotic slideshow in my head. Addison with her head thrown back in laughter, exposing her long graceful neck. Addison in her tight gym clothes, sweaty after a hard workout. 

Addison coming out of the bathroom after a shower and dropping her towel to reveal the body of a goddess. Addison passed out in bed after a hard night of partying, legs spread wide, shirt hiked up just far enough to catch a glimpse of a long pink nipple. I couldn't take it anymore, I grabbed the guy's head and ground his face into the V between my legs, feeling his fingers push even deeper into me. I came with more intensity than he expected. I heard his muffled groan from between my legs as my body began to shake. Like a good little boy, he rode it out. He deep fucked me with three fingers of one hand in my slit and three from the other buried in my ass. He frantically searched for my clit between my beefy cunt lips while I nearly squeezed the life out of him with my thighs. At last I relaxed and began to come down. The frat boy was on his knees stradling my face with his thick cock in his hand, obviously expecting reciprocation. But Addison was gone. In the middle of my fantasy, she'd snuck out of the room. Probably to give me a modest amount of privacy. I was disappointed. I wanted her. I had just cum while fantasizing about her. I had a feeling everything was about to change.

I took pity on the jock. After all, I may have been fantasizing about Addison, but it was his fantastic mouth and talented fingers that brought me to climax. I grabbed his thick, uncut cock and began to stroke. I stuck my tongue in the slit and rolled his foreskin over it then jacked him off, his overhang enveloping my tongue like a skin glove. I sucked his thick cock, licked up and down the shaft and opened my mouth wide to suck in both of his low hanging balls while I pushed my finger into his foreskin and circled his head from inside. I scooted back and licked around his tight hole then pushed my way inside, fucking his butt as deep as I could with my tongue while his loose nutsack rested on my forehead. I let two fingers replace my tongue and I slowly pushed in and out of his hole, massaging his prostate while I moved back to his bulbous cock head. He fucked my mouth with his fat mushroom head and I fingered his tight ass until he exploded, his muscles squeezing my fingers as he shot three long, hot ropes of cum into my open mouth. I swallowed every drop, stood up and straightened my clothes, thanked him for the great night and went home to my dorm room, hoping to find Addison already there.

I was crushed to find the room empty when I got home. I didn't really know what I'd expected to happen if she'd been there. Would I have professed my attraction and hoped for the best? I didn't have a plan but it was a mute point since I was alone in our room. I didn't see Addison until after my last class the next day. She'd gone back to the party when she saw things heating up between me and the frat guy. She said she'd spent the night with our friend Mark just in case I wanted to have some more fun with my random guy at our place. Then she confessed to sleeping with Mark. During her detailed story of her night I realized I would have to keep my attraction to myself. Addison had never expressed an interest in girls and I didn't want to bring it up and risk ruining our friendship.

So that's how we spent the remainder of our freshman year. She and Mark became a couple, we all went out together, and I secretly lusted after her. I managed to be in the bathroom with her as many times as possible while she was showering, just so I could catch a glimpse of her body when she stepped out. I watched her while she slept and wondered if she'd ever done the same to me. When I masturbated, it was her mouth on my wet pussy, not my fingers. I felt like a pervert. What would she think if she knew my secret desires? I never let on though. I started dating a friend of Mark's and we often discussed our sex lives. If she thought it was unusual when I pressed her for details about what Mark did to her she never said so.

Our sophomore year we were allowed to live off campus. Addison and I spent the whole summer searching for the perfect apartment. We found a studio near the college that was in our price range. It was a little shabby, but we added our touch and when the semester started we had a welcome back party for all our friends. The evening was a success and in the morning our small space was littered with beer bottles and half naked co-eds. We rounded everyone up and shooed them out so we could begin the clean up process.

Since the apartment was a studio, we only had one large room that included the kitchenette and living space and a separate room for storage. We'd discussed turning the storage area into a bedroom but decided it was too small. Our sleeping arrangements consisted of two futons folded up into couches during the day to provide more space and laid out into beds at night to sleep on. In the week that we'd lived there I hadn't had more than an hour of sleep at a time. The thought of Addison sleeping so close to me made me crazy. I wanted to roll off of my futon and onto hers and relieve the ache in my crotch by finally acting out all the fantasies I'd had about her. 

The next night as I watched her sleep I let my hands slide down my body to rub my big nipples. I had small breasts but my nipples were very large, the aureoles about the diameter of a soda can, and very puffy. They were an endless source of pleasure for me. Extremely sensitive, I could become aroused by the softest brush against them. I gripped them both at the same time and kneaded, never taking my eyes off of Addison. My left hand wandered further down and dipped into the waistband of my underwear. I let myself go further and stroked the moist folds of my thick outer lips. I pinched them between my fingers and pulled, stifling a groan as I became very wet very quickly. I parted the heavy lips and ran my middle finger up and down my small but sensitive clit. I was so aroused I couldn't go slowly. I pushed four fingers inside my aching cunt and began pumping while my thumb stroked my nub. I was squeezing my tit and frantically fucking myself when Addison opened her eyes.

For a moment I froze. Then she smiled. She propped herself up on her elbow and asked what I was doing. She knew exactly what I was doing so I didn't bother lying. I pulled the sheet down to reveal my small frame, fingers still buried inside my body. Neither of us spoke. As I continued the assault on my pussy I noticed the sheet moving at her waistline. I was amazed! She was masturbating, too! The thought of this mutual masturbation was almost too much for me to handle, but I didn't want to cum yet. I wanted this to last as long as possible. I eased two fingers out of my hole and slowed down my rhythm. I watched as the sheet slipped off her shoulder and took a sharp breath in when I saw her long, erect nipple. Slowly, I thought to myself, make it last. 

She pulled her sheet back all the way and I got to see what she was doing underneath it. Her legs were spread wide and her fingers were strumming the largest clit I'd ever seen. I knew she had a beautiful body, but for all my stolen glances, I'd never seen this attribute! Her fingers were tapping, then sliding up and down the length of her clit. My hands had stopped moving, I couldn't do anything but stare in wonder. It made sense, though. Her nipples were long, why wouldn't her clit be, too? She had thin outer lips and inner lips that I was sure must be an inch long. Her clit stood out from her body like a tiny penis, hard and ready to be sucked. She pulled on it and released, then pinched her lips between her fingers and stretched. I almost came without touching myself. I wanted a closer look but was afraid to move so I went back to work on myself. I pushed three fingers, then four inside my gushing pussy, pumping deep and slow. I watched her bring her long nipple up to her mouth and flick it with her tongue, then draw it into her mouth and suck.

I was quickly losing control, I was using one hand to rub my clit while four fingers on the other pounded my hot snatch. I needed more. I pushed the four fingers in deeper and ground my hips as I fucked myself. More, more, more. It was a mantra in my head. I'd never gone farther than four fingers, but I needed satisfaction. I needed to be stretched and full when I finally came. I tucked my thumb inside my palm and slowly slid it into my hot, dripping cave. My hand was in my pussy and I was watching my best friend lick her own beautiful tits as she worked magic on that giant clit. With a grunt, I pushed again and my hand disappeared up to my wrist. I couldn't wait any longer. I shoved in and out furiously letting my hand escape to the thickest part before shoving it back in. I took my eyes off Addison briefly to look down at myself. It looked incredible. My entire hand had disappeared inside my cunt and my fat, juicy pussy lips were stretched wide around my wrist. The only sound in the room was the slick slurp of girl juice as it slid in and out of two sloppy cunts. I was stretched to the limit and knew I was going to need release soon.

I stared into Addison's flushed face and moaned the first words I'd spoken that night. "I'm gonna cum". She looked right back at me as her jaw went slack. She wanted to speak, but couldn't. Her hand was a blur as she dropped her head back and came. She let out a deep, satisfied moan, her body shaking, her clit still thick and aroused. She jacked it off with her fingers as the aftershocks wracked her body. I shoved my hand inside my body one last time and pushed up on my G spot. I pulled my hand out and screamed her name as a gush of hot female ejaculate squirted out of my gaping hole. The spray reached Addison and she moaned again as she rubbed it like lotion all over her big, round tits then lifted them up to her mouth to suck it off. 

I couldn't believe what had happened. My best friend, the girl I'd been lusting after had just gotten off right in front of me- and I in front of her. I'd cum so hard I'd squirted- and not just a little bit. It felt like a gallon of girl cum had shot out of my pulsating vagina. Enough for a shower! That had never happened before, even in my wildest sexcapades or masturbation sessions. It had felt so good, too. My sheets were soaked with it.

I wanted to join her in her bed, I'd almost worked up the courage to go to her when I realized her breathing was steady and even. She was sleeping. I rolled onto my back and closed my eyes. What was going to happen now? Even though I'd just had the most amazing cum of my life, I wanted more. I wanted to lick Addison's huge clit, roll it around in my mouth, suck the juice out of her. And I wanted her to eat me, too. I absent mindedly rubbed my big, wet pussy lips as I thought of a way to make it happen.

Stay tuned!! Part II coming soon!!