2 comments/ 58024 views/ 13 favorites More Than Friends By: Lady_Heather I saw her as she entered the park, looking around tentatively, trying to not only get her bearings, but find something familiar. I was leaning against an old wooden bench, resting in the shade of the day. She looked over my way, and her face lit up. She dashed over to me, squealing as she threw herself into my waiting arms. I laughed and buried my face into her hair gently. "I've missed you SO much!! It's been way too long, what's new, what's going on?" She prattled on like a little school girl, her pretty green eyes sparkling with such excitement and genuine happiness. I wonder if she'd be so happy if she knew what I wanted to do to her, what this meeting was really planned for. "Not much, same old really. You look great!" I said with an appreciative grin, and she did. Standing at about 5'8", long strawberry blonde hair falling in waves down to her breasts, glowing skin dusted with freckles, she was a thing of beauty to me. The tight, slightly ripped up jeans, white tank top and her smooth cheeks flushing were making it hard for me not to stare. "Aw Collin, hehehe, you look pretty good yourself." She playfully punched me on the arm. I chuckled, and asked her a few more obligatory questions. She answered them all gleefully, and while I would have liked to have heard her answers, I was too distracted, making sure I was ready. I had my old leather school bag slung across my chest, filled with what I'd need. I had been planning it all for the last few weeks. I was in deep lust with Julie. We'd known each other for ages, but I was always the "best friend". I had been there for her, for any little morsel she'd toss me. It's not like I hadn't had my share of attention then too; I had the whole "dark and mysterious" thing going for me. I wasn't ever really that interested in the girls I dated, they were just practice, and compared to Julie, no girl was good enough. Sure, I fucked a few; I wanted to have it right when I had Julie in my arms. She had no clue, never had an inkling of the dark thoughts I had. Of course she didn't though. She was so innocent, so sweet. At least, she seemed to be to the rest of the world. I knew what she liked, her having trusted me enough to let loose a few little fantasies she wished all her past boyfriends could have initiated. And finding her journal laying about on more than one occasion in her apartment was just the cherry on top. I'd make her mine, and I knew she'd love it. I came back to my senses, and realized we had stopped walking. She was staring at me expectantly. I blinked. "What?" "Well? I asked you a question, you gonna answer it wise guy? Or are you avoiding the topic?" I stared blankly at her, and she just giggled and rolled her eyes. She pointed at me. "You. Girls. Any news?" I snorted out a laugh. "Aw, Jules, you'll never let up on that with me will you?" We had just made our way down the park path, down towards the water's edge. The trees grew thicker there, and since it was away from the playgrounds and benches, it was usually deserted, and on a hot summer day like today, not many people were outside if they could help it. She tripped over an exposed tree root, and I reached out and grabbed her by the arm to help keep her upright. She looked embarrassed. "Wow, I'm such a klutz..." "Not much has changed then." She had her footing, but I still didn't release her arm. She giggled, and then noticed I was still holding on. "Um, can I have my arm back please?" My heart was pounding; this was it, now or never. I jerked her towards me, she fell into my chest, and I towered over her, my face dark. "No, I don't think I want to let go just yet." She tried to just laugh it off, told me I was being silly, and tried to pull away. I kept my grip strong, crushing her curvy frame to me. I was stiff, unyielding as she half giggled, half begged for me to let go. God she felt good against me. I reached down, and brushed a few stray hairs out of her face, and kissed her. She tried to push me away, one hand against my chest, pushing to no avail, her other tried to wriggle out of my grasp. The more she struggled the harder I held on and kissed her. I had come too far for her to run away in fear of me. I pulled away, loving how I had smudged her lipstick. "I need you Jules, and I'm not letting you leave 'til I have you, all of you." There was no sparkle to her eye now, she looked fearful, yet intrigued. "Collin, don't hurt me..." was all she could choke out. She was tense in my arms. I wanted to own her, I wanted her to need me. I hooked my leg around hers and tugged, planting her squarely on the ground on her back. She grunted, the wind knocked out of her. I climbed on top of her, straddling her with my legs. She went rigid against me, quivering. She closed her eyes, trying to breathe deeply and keep herself calm. I took that opportunity to take my bag off and open it, pulling out a few things. "First off Jules, enough of this little charade. You know I've wanted you; I've wanted you for a while. And I know you're too proud to tell me you want me. I also know you can't tease me like you have been, telling me you like it a little rougher, that you like the whole alpha male thing. You want a man to own you, use you, and that's what I've got planned for you." Her eyes went wide, and she started stuttering that she had no clue what I was saying, I was her friend, blah blah blah. I slapped her to bring her back to her senses. She shrank away from me, and I just laughed, my courage and determination building as hers was crumbling. "Don't play coy with me. I know you're a slut, and that's how you like being treated." She was yielding to me, I could feel it in her body. I leaned down to kiss her again, but her mistake was in her eyes. I knocked her hand back to the ground, the rock she had grabbed went tumbling down the incline, and fell into the muddy water. Holding both her hands down with mine, I lay flush against her. Feeling her body squirming against mine, being able to inhale her sweet scent, suddenly made my jeans feel tighter. "I forgot, you don't like showing your slutty side willingly, do you?" She just bit her lips, her eyes avoiding mine, her body still squirming under me. I laughed, and pulled her up by her hands, so I was kneeling over her legs, her sitting in front of me. I grabbed the cuffs I had previously pulled out from my bag, and clicked them on a pale wrist. She tried pulling away, and I just rolled my eyes at her and laughed. "Oh come on Julie, enough with the act! You love this shit, don't you?" I got the other wrist locked in, and dropped her hands. She was avoiding looking at me, so I grabbed her chin and swung her pretty face towards me. I grinned evilly. "Well, answer me slut." She mumbled something, and her lip trembled. "What was that slut, I didn't hear your answer?" She dropped her gaze. "...Yes. I like it." "Say it louder slut. And address me as 'Master'." She laughed, her anger at his words turning into sass. "Oh, you're just on some kinda power trip. Horny, huh? Maybe haven't gotten laid in a bit so you decide to get all handsy with-" I slapped her hard enough that she fell back on the ground, her cheek red, her eyes wide. "Apologize for being a bitch to your Master." "But I-" "Apologize NOW!" "I-I'm s-sorry..." "What slut? I think you forgot something." "I..I'm sorry...master." "You will be, that's all I can fucking say." I grabbed the ball gag I had brought with me. It was a cheap rubber ball with a leather strap on either side, but I knew it would do the job. She struggled, but when I finally managed to push it in her mouth and clasp it behind her head, my hard on got even harder, if it was possible. Seeing her luscious lips wrapped around the hard rubber only made me think of how good they would look around my cock later. I grabbed her by her hair, pushing her back down on her back, and pulled her cuffed hands above her head, holding them there. With my other hand, I started rubbing her, brushing my hand against her tits, feeling her nipples hard beneath it. I roughly shoved my hand under her shirt, under her cotton bra, and only feeding off of her moans of protest began to grope her. My rough hand on her smooth skin was just too much fun. I could feel a nipple puckered up, and I twisted it, wanting a reaction out of her. She jumped and tried to roll out of reach from me. I just pinched it hard, and let her pull away, figuring it would hurt her more for her to struggle. I yanked up her top, exposing her tits. My mouth watered, and I lowered my lips to tease a nipple, licking it, and then blowing on it, and then taking as much of it as I could into my mouth, sucking hard. She moaned loudly, at first pulling away, but then, perhaps subconsciously, she began arching her back, pushing more of her flesh into my mouth. Still suckling on her, I moved my hand across her stomach, loving how it was flat but yet soft and womanly, and began unzipping her jeans. A deep flush was crawling across her chest and cheeks, a color almost matching her hair. Her eyes were closed, and she was breathing deeply, almost panting with desire. The little slut, I knew she loved it. I pushed my hand into her jeans, and was surprised to find that not only has she not worn underwear, but her cunt was shaved smooth. "Are you sure you didn't expect to wind up on your back slut? Cause you seem awfully ready for a good fucking." She blushed and moved her arms over her face to hide from me. I pushed her arms to the side of her face and grabbed her chin again. "You're going to watch every moment of what I do to you, and I want you to know I'm going to enjoy seeing the excitement and desire in your eyes. You're not hiding that from me my slut." I plunged my hand deeper into her pants, roughly rubbing her cunt, feeling how wet she was on my hand, smelling her arousal. I pulled it out and rubbed her juices all over her tits and face. "And you said you didn't want this..." I moved to her legs, pulling her jeans down, letting them gather around her ankles, her body totally exposed. She shivered, despite the heat of the day. I had to release my cock, it was just painful pressing against my jeans. I was kneeling by her feet, and I figured I would just undo my jeans enough to let it out, not letting her think this was anymore then a fun fuck for me. I lifted her legs, still tangled in her jeans. They rested on my left shoulder as I pulled her ass closer to me, so I could fuck her tight little cunt deeply. She began to moan and make noises behind her gag, but I ignored her. I plunged my thick cock into her, gasping at how tight she clenched around me, how hot and wet her pussy was. I stayed still, savoring how her pussy quivered around me; it was enough to make me cum right then and there. But I wanted her to realize I had the power here, I wanted her, and she was just going to have to submit to me. I started to slowly pull out, and then just slammed back into her. And I repeated this, slowing pulling out, almost all the way, only to plunge into her hard and quick. I grinded against her, fucking her nice and deep. I noticed she was very slightly thrusting back against me. "You like this don't you?" my voice was huskier than usual, I had never been this turned on. I leaned over her, bringing her legs with me, enabling me to go deeper in her. I pushed into her harder as I unclasped her gag. As soon as it was out, I placed my hand around her throat. "One fucking word out of that mouth and it goes back in, got it slut?" "yes master." Hearing her say it without any prompting was too much for me, and I began fucking her hard. I couldn't control myself, seeing her tits jiggle, feeling my balls hitting her ass every time I thrust, her pussy drooling around my cock, her eyes flooded with arousal and her heavy breathing, I knew she was close and I wanted her to know it was me who made her feel like this. "Don't come unless you ask permission." She panted a little before she gave her breathy reply. "Master... oh, fuck, yes, please, can I cum?" "Say it again." "Master.... Master, can your slut cum??" "Mm, cum for me, I own you ..." Feeling her pussy clenching and shuddering around me sent me over the edge, and I pulled out and came all over her tits and stomach, shooting off more than I have ever before. She gasped, and smiled at me. I fell down beside her, laying on my back, breathing heavily. We both just caught our breath for a moment. "Collin?" Her voice came out small, tentative. "Yes Jules?" "C-can I clean you off?" I looked at her, and she was staring at my cock, almost licking her lips. I chuckled and climbed on top of her, my cock sliding in her awaiting mouth. I knew I'd won her over; she was mine to play with. And considering how deeply she was sucking me, keeping me hard, I was pretty sure she didn't mind... More Than Friends My name is Theresa but most people call me Reese for short. I am about 5' 8" tall. I have shoulder length brown hair and brown eyes. I am 35 years old. Those are the basics of me. I've been told I am beautiful, so why is it so hard for me to find love? My answer to that? I'm overweight. I am only about 50 pounds over my ideal weight, but that seems to be enough to turn off most men. I will admit, I am far from being "supermodel" skinny. I've struggled with my weight most of my life, but I've never let it hold me back from the things I've wanted to do. I work at a telecommunications company in Michigan. My job isn't all that glamorous, just data entry, but it pays the bills. I've worked there for the last five years and I share a cubicle with a guy named Michael who has only been with the company for about two years. On his first day, Michael had told me that he'd never done this kind of work before and he was nervous about his new venture. I helped him get through some tough spots, now he's better at this job than I am. We became friends quickly and he stuck to me like glue his first few days, wanting to learn all he could, as quick as he could. We eat lunch together everyday and we've even gone out a few times, just as friends. He tells me about the troubles he has with his girlfriend, I tell him about the troubles I have even getting boyfriends because of my appearance. We've actually gotten to know each other pretty well, right down to how we like our coffee, our favorite foods, even favorite movies. I had already started falling for him about a year ago when he came over one night after he had caught his girlfriend cheating on him. We just watched movies, ate popcorn and talked, I loved being close to him. I convinced him to work things out with his girlfriend and he convinced me to try harder to get men to notice me. When he left, we hugged good-bye as we always did, but this hug felt different. It was a slow, lingering hug. He held me tight, his arms around my waist, his hands very low on my back. I had my hands under his jacket, feeling his muscular back flexing as his hands gently caressed my back. It sent shivers through my entire body and I forced myself to break our embrace. He said good night, turned to smile at me, then headed down the hall and out the door. I closed the door and just leaned against it wondering what had just happened between us. After that night, our hugs were back to the platonic "I just want to be friends" type of hugs. After the bump in the road with his girlfriend, our friendship seemed to have diminished, limited to working together and eating lunch together. I had fallen hard for him. Every morning I'd look forward to seeing him and hearing about what he did the night before. My heart would race as soon as I saw him get off the elevator and I sometimes wondered if other people could hear how loud my heart was beating. Michael is 36, has short, sandy blond hair and the deepest, darkest brown eyes I've ever seen in my life. He stands about 6' 3". Oh yeah, he looks damn good in a suit and tie, too. He smiled at me this morning as he approached our cubicle and began removing his leather jacket to hang it up. "G'morning, Reese, how was your weekend?" "Not bad, Michael. How was yours?" "Quiet. Sandy decided to go visit her sister so I stayed home and watched movies all weekend," he said as he pulled his chair out from his desk and sat down. "Really? What did you watch?" "While You Were Sleeping, Tango & Cash, and Underworld." "Nice mix, looks like you got all the major genres covered!" I told him, chuckling softly. "While You Were Sleeping, huh? I don't recall you liking that movie." "Yeah well, I remembered watching it with you and you told me it was one of your favorites, so I thought, what the heck, I'll watch it again," he said as he turned on his computer and searched for his coffee cup. "Is this what you're looking for?" I asked him, holding his coffee cup out to him. "Yep! That's it! Can I get you a refill while I'm up?" he asked, walking away from his desk. "No, I'm good, this is my second cup already," I said. "Hurry back, we've got some new stuff to learn today." I watched him walk over to the coffee maker at the opposite end of the office. We usually started our day at 8:00am, but I got here early today to start working on some new software the company wanted us to learn. I watched Michael as he prepared his coffee -- two cream, three sugars -- and chatted with the other workers who were filing in slowly to fill the rest of the cubicles in the office. He glanced over at me and smiled while he chatted with Veronica, the office floozy. Veronica had slept with just about every guy in the office at least once, except Michael. It always seemed to frustrate her that she couldn't break through whatever barriers it was that he had up. She tried every single day, only to face defeat. Michael finally broke free of Veronica's clutches and headed back to our cubicle. He set down his coffee cup, removed his suit jacket and sat down. As we sat at our desks, we faced each other, our computer monitors "back-to-back." He scooted his chair around to my desk and I scooted my chair over a bit to let him get closer so he could see my monitor. "OK, what's this new stuff we gotta learn?" he asked, taking a sip of his coffee. "We have some new software that I already installed on both our computers. It's supposed to make our jobs less tedious," I said as I just took a deep breath and enjoyed the scent of his cologne. He had one hand resting on his thigh, his fingers gently brushing against my thigh. I felt my heart beat faster. "Instead of manually entering the numbers, all we have to do is enter the ID number of the customer and the software should do the rest." "So, where's this ID number?" he asked, looking at the invoices in front of me. "It's right here in the corner. See?" I replied, pointing to a string of numbers in the upper right hand corner of the invoice I was holding. "So this number," he said pointing to the same one I was pointing to, "Entered in this box," he continued, reaching for my mouse while still looking at the screen, he put his hand on the mouse before I brought mine away, causing a jolt of awareness to surge through me. He clicked on the entry box on the monitor and entered the number from the invoice. "Yeah, that's it. Pretty simple," I said and he was even closer to me now, my heart skipped a beat. "See? Now all the information we'd normally enter manually is there." I turned my monitor so he could get a better view. He sat back in his chair. "We should kick up productivity by about a thousand percent with this new program!" "Makes our job easier, but gives us more work. Ironic, isn't it?" I hoped he didn't notice the nervous tone of my voice. Our legs were touching and it was driving me crazy. He scooted his chair back to his desk, took another sip of his coffee and began working on the stack of invoices on his desk. I just sat there staring at him out of the corner of my eye, feeling my heart still race. I really did love him, but I knew he didn't feel the same way about me. I broke my daydream and went back to work on the stack of invoices on my desk. We worked silently for awhile, glancing over at each other on occasion. When the lunch bell rang, it startled me and I felt Michael's hand on my shoulder. He already had his jacket on and he was reaching out one hand to me to help me out of my chair. "Where do you wanna go for lunch today, Reese?" he asked me as he took my hand. "I'm in the mood for Chinese, how 'bout you?" I asked as he helped me with my coat. "Sounds great! I'm buyin'!" He took my hand and led me to the elevator. We rode in his car to the restaurant and both of us were surprised at how crowded the place was for a Monday afternoon. We decided to order our food to go and headed back to the office. We sat at our desks eating our lunch, talking about what we'd be doing after work. Michael's cell phone rang and he fumbled to answer it before it went into voice mail. "Hello?" "Yeah, I'm eatin' lunch right now. What's goin' on?" "When?" he asked and I saw the look on his face turn from happiness to anger. "You've gotta be kidding me!" "Okay. Just relax, I'll take care of it as soon as I can." "I can't leave work early, it's gonna have to wait 'til I get home!" he told the person on the other end. "It's not like anything else could happen before I get there!" "Yeah, I'll be home about five. Okay. Bye," he said and closed his phone. He started eating again and refused to look up at me. "Everything all right?" I asked. "Yeah, everything's fine," he replied quietly. "You sure?" I prodded. "Yes. I'm sure. Let's just finish our lunch." The tone of his voice was cold and he looked up at me and forced a smile. We finished our lunch in silence. I just sat there wondering what that phone call was about and why he didn't want to tell me. He usually confides in me, even though our friendship is strictly at the office these days. I figured he'd tell me when he was ready. We worked quietly for the rest of the day and occasionally, he'd get up to refill his coffee or grab us a snack from the vending machines in the break room, but other than that, no words were spoken. Michael was distant for the rest of the day and I figured it was from the phone call he got at lunch. I didn't pry, but I worried it was something he needed to talk to someone about. When it was finally quitting time, he grabbed his jacket and raced out of the office, not even saying good-bye. I walked around to his desk, turned off his computer, grabbed his coffee cup and took it to the break room to clean it out. I came back to my desk, turned off my computer, put on my coat and headed to my car. As I drove home, I thought about Michael and how distant he was and wondered exactly what that phone call was all about. I pulled into my parking spot in front of my apartment building, grabbed my purse and headed inside. I set my purse down on the end table just inside my apartment, flung my coat over the arm of the chair and ran to the bathroom. When I finished in the bathroom, I headed to my bedroom to change. I threw on a pair of sweats, a t-shirt and my slippers, walked out into the living room and turned on the TV. I flipped through the channels for about an hour before I went into the kitchen and pulled a dinner out of the freezer. Just as I was popping it into the microwave, there was a knock on the door. I looked through the peep hole and saw it was Michael. He was still wearing his suit, but his tie was hanging out the pocket of his jacket. "What are you doing here?" I asked as I opened the door partially. "I need to talk to you. Can I come in?" "Sure," I said and I opened the door wider to let him in. "She left me," he said as removed his jacket and hung it over the back of one of the chairs in the kitchen. "Huh?" "Sandy. She left me. That's what that phone call at lunch was about today. She packed her bags, trashed my apartment and left," he said walking over to sit down on the couch. "Why?" "I don't know. When the landlord called me at lunch today, he said something about her finding out about me cheating on her." He kept his gazed fixed on his hands. "Cheating? With who?" I asked. "You," he said, still not making eye contact with me. "ME? Where the hell would she get an idea like that?" I asked with confusion in my voice. "I guess she thinks since we work together and we're such good friends -- " "Wait, wait, wait. She thinks that just because you and I are friends that we're sleeping together?" I asked, finally sitting down next to him. "That's crazy." "I know. When I got home, I found the note she'd left saying she was at her sister's, so I called her. She said she was looking through my cell phone last night and saw your number stored. Since you're the only other girl whose number I have, I guess she drew her own conclusions," he said, looking up at me. My heart raced when he looked into my eyes. "That's crazy," I repeated. "Does she realize how stupid that theory is? I mean just because you have one girl's number in your phone doesn't mean you're cheating." I placed a hand on his. He pulled his hand away and blushed slightly. "I tried to convince her of that, but she wouldn't listen. Honestly, I think she's seeing someone else behind my back anyway. Remember, I caught her cheating before." "Yeah, I remember," I said as I broke eye contact with him and remembered the lingering hug we shared that night. "She's pissed at you for cheating on her, but she's done it to you. That makes no sense." "I'm better off without her, right?" he asked, moving his hand closer to mine again. Our fingers touched lightly, but I didn't take his hand. "I've never met her, Michael. But you know I always felt she wasn't the right woman for you. She treated you like shit and you treated her like a queen. You deserve so much more than that. You deserve a woman who loves you and wants to treat you like a king." I looked up at him and and felt my heart racing faster. "I told her nothing had ever happened between us, but ever since that night I caught her, she's acted suspicious. She knows I came over here that night to talk to you. She thinks I'm in love with you -- " he trailed off. I got up from the couch, walked into the kitchen and sat down at the table. The look in Michael's eyes made me want to kiss him so bad that I had to move away from him or I would have done something I regretted. He got up and followed me. "Why would she think that, Michael?" I didn't turn to look at him, instead I kept my gaze fixed on the table in front of me. "I mean, seriously, why would she think that unless you gave her some reason to think that?" "I don't know, Reese. I really don't know. She said she came to see me one day at work just as you and I were going out to lunch. I guess she saw us together, then saw your number in my phone last night and put two and two together." He came to the table and sat down beside me. "She said she saw the way we looked at each other and thought we looked like we were madly in love." "I'm sorry, Michael. Maybe you shouldn't be here. I don't want to cause you any more problems than you're already having. If she thinks we're in love with each other, it's probably best for us to keep our distance so you can work things out with her." I still didn't make eye contact with him. "I don't want to work things out with her. Let her believe what she wants. Irefuse to keep my distance from you. We're friends and if she doesn't believe that there's nothing going on between us, then that's her problem. I care about our friendship too much to throw it away just because of some crazy notion that we're in love with each other." "It's not a crazy notion, Michael," I started. "I've heard people at the office talking. They think the same thing. Veronica even asked me once if we were. I told her we were just friends but she said she could see by the way I looked at you that we were more than just friends." I kept my gaze fixed at the table. My heart was racing. What would happen to our friendship if I told him how I really felt? I can't tell him. I wouldn't want to see his reaction or possibly risk not ever seeing him again. "Don't worry. Anytime I heard people talking, I set them straight. I told them that you were happy with Sandy and could never possibly think about a relationship with me. I told them Sandy is a beautiful woman and why would you want me when you have her," I said, my voice trembling. "Until I change my life and lose more weight, I'm destined to be alone." "I think you're perfect just the way you are. Don't let anyone ever tell you different." "That's sweet of you to say, Michael. I know you're just trying to make me feel better. But you know I'm right. Sandy's beautiful, she's thin. She could have any man she wants. We can't forget women like Veronica. She's got a different guy every night, men fall at her feet to be with her. Then there's me. Not so beautiful, not so thin. Yeah, there's a line of guys bustin' down my door," I said as I turned my face to wipe a tear on my sleeve. He placed his hand on my chin and turned my head up to look at him. "You're a beautiful woman, Reese. I don't know if anyone's ever told you that. Any man would be lucky to have you," he said as he caressed my cheek softly. I put my hand on his, bringing it to my lips and kissing his palm softly. "Thank you. It means a lot to me to hear you say that." "I'm serious. You are beautiful. I've thought so since the day we met." He leaned in closer to me, brushed my hair back behind my ear and caressed my cheek again. Our faces were so close, I could feel his staggered breath. I turned my head slightly and pressed my lips gently against his. He responded by placing his hand on the back of my neck and pulling me closer for a deeper kiss. I felt his other hand gently brush against my breast as he placed it high on my waist, his thumb just missing my nipple. It sent shivers through my entire body. After a few seconds, I pulled away, feeling the heat of embarrassment in my cheeks while my heart raced faster. "I'm sorry, Michael. I'm so sorry," I said as I got up and walked back to the couch. "Sorry for what, Reese?" "I shouldn't have kissed you. It's wrong. We're friends and I don't want to ruin that." He walked over, sat down next to me and put his hand on my leg. "How can you think that, Reese? It felt right to me." "I -- we --- I can't," I said, trying to find my words. "You can't what?" "I don't want to ruin what we have, Michael. I care about you so much and I want you to be happy. I've wanted to do that for a long time, now that we have, I'm worried about where our relationship is going. I don't want you to hate me." "I could never hate you. You're my best friend. I know we haven't gone out much in awhile, but that was only because Sandy was so jealous any time I even said hello to another woman. I think it's time we took our relationship to the next level." "I can't, Michael. I just can't. I think you should go," I said as I forced the words past my lips. The look of disappointment on his face made my heart sink. "If that's what you want then I'll go," he said then walked to the kitchen for his jacket. "Yes, I think it will be best if you leave." "I'll see you at work tomorrow." He turned and gave me a smile, opened the door and left. I just sat there on the couch, crying. I can't even believe what I had just done. I loved Michael so much and here was my opportunity to let him know how I felt, instead, I kick him out. I know I won't be able to ever look him in the eye again after what had happened tonight. I turned off the TV, locked the door, shut off the rest of the lights in my apartment, went to the bedroom, fell to the bed and cried myself to sleep. The next morning I woke early. I decided I needed a day or so to figure out how I would handle things with Michael, so I called in sick. I went back to sleep and was awakened about an hour later by my phone ringing. I picked up the handset next to my bed and saw the caller ID. It was Michael so I let my machine pick it up. "Hey. This is Reese. Not here right now, leave a message," my voice said on the answering machine. "Reese?" Michael said, then a pause. "Reese?" he repeated. "I know you're there. Pick up. This is Michael. We need to talk about what happened last night. I -- need -- um -- please, just call my cell." Then the machine beeped and the line went silent. A few minutes later my cell phone rang. I didn't get up to find it because I knew it was Michael. I dozed off, slept for about another hour and was awakened once more by my phone ringing. It was Michael again. This onslaught of phone calls went on all day. Sometimes he'd leave a message, sometimes he wouldn't. After about five calls, I turned the ringer off on my phone, turned the volume down on my answering machine and turned my cell phone off. More Than Friends "Ah, damn. It's been one of those days. I'm glad this day is over. All I want to do is relax," I said to myself as I opened the door to my apartment. "Thank goodness I have about 4 more hours before I have to pick up boo from daycare, so I can take me a long, relaxing bath." I start to strip off my clothes as I walk in the door, leaving a trail to the bathroom. I walk in and turn on the hot water and add some of my vanilla scented bubble bath. I make sure to put the stopper in, so I can have a full tub full of bubbles and nice hot water. Course, after about a minute, I have to add some cold water, cause it was just a tad too hot for me to sit in. Just as I turn the water off and I step into the tub, I hear a knock on my front door. "Damnit, who the hell is knocking at my door? No one knew I had half a day today," I mumble to myself as I grab my robe out of my room. "I seriously don't want to be bothered." I open the front door and to my surprise, one of my guy friends are standing at the door. I'm a little surprised, because I find him quite attractive, but I have never said anything, because he was dating one of my friends. I had heard about 2 weeks ago that they had broke up, but never thought anything about it, because I figured they would get back together in no time. "Oh, my bad Meka. I saw your car was home and figured I'd drop by. I wasn't exactly sure if you were busy or not. Did I happen to interrupt something?" "God, his voice is so sexy. And so are his blue eyes. I can lose myself in them any day of the week. Damnit, back to what he was saying," I thought to myself. "No, I was just about to take a bath. You can come in, if you like." "Where's your daughter?" As he walked in the door and I closed and shut it behind him. "She's still at daycare. I have until 5:50 or so to go pick her up. It's only like 1. What made you stop?" I turn around and lean on the door. "Well, besides seeing your car? I figured I'd see what you were up to. I haven't seen you since I broke up with Michelle. I was wondering how you were doing." "I'm doing alright for the most part. I figured you and Michelle would have gotten back together by now." I started looking at the ground, because looking in his eyes was starting to distract me and have me start thinking other things. "No, we aren't getting back together. She cheated on me and I caught her. I knew it was time to let her go after that." "Oh, I'm sorry to hear that." "But, I came by here to get the stuff she left here, so I can give it back to her. She's out of town right now and there is no telling when she will get over here to get it from you. I figured I'd get it, since I was already on this side of town." "Yeah, give me a few. I just boxed up her stuff about 2 days ago, when I was cleaning up." I walked into my room and got the box for him. "Here ya go." "Ah, thanks Meka. Hopefully, I'll see you at Mark's party next week?" "Yeah, I'll probably be there. You take care and talk to you later. Oh, do me a favor and just shut the door behind you. I'll lock it when I get out of the tub." "Alright, Meka. See ya later." I walked into the bathroom, shut the door and finally sat down in my nice, hot bath. "Luckily, he had only been here a few minutes, so I could still relax. Just too bad he wasn't here for something else. I sure could have had some fun with his fine ass." I slowly close my eyes and start to let my mind wander. "Damn, she's in a robe and know she's getting in the tub, so I know she's naked. Oh, the things I could do to her. I know if I don't walk my ass in that bathroom, I'll never get another chance. The worst she could do is tell me no and push me away. But, something tells me she won't." I put down the box, walk over to the bathroom door and take a deep breath. I slowly open the door and my eyes grow big by the sight that was in front of me. I could see Meka stretched out in the tub, with her eyes clothes. Her breasts were slightly out of the water and I could see the nipples were hard. Her hands were at her side, but I couldn't not see what I wanted to see the most. It was covered by the bubbles. I could also see one of her legs slightly bent and the other one stretched all the way out. Damn she looked sexy as hell and I was getting hornier by the minute. I could smell the vanilla scent in the bathroom and I was still amazed that she had not heard me yet. I slowly bent down beside the tub. Her eyes are still closed this whole time. I decide this is now or never. "Meka?" "Huh? What the hell? I thought you were leaving. What are you doing in here?" As I damn near jump out of my skin and try to cover up my breasts. "Shhh. Don't say anything else. Just let me make you happy, for once, okay?" "Uh, uhm, but, uh......" By this time, he had already bent over in the tub and was lightly kissing me. It had been so long since I actually kissed someone, that I just gave in. We slowly start kissing a little bit harder and our tongues start playing in each others mouths. I slowly feel his hand start playing with one of my nipples, making it harder than it already was. He slowly starts to play with my other nipple and I start feeling myself getting wet. I slowly start to relax myself even more and I feel his hand go down my stomach and make it's way to my pussy. I feel his finger slowly go up and down the sides of my pussy, making me slowly arch my back to make him touch more. Then I finally feel his fingers start to play with my clit and I let out a low moan when I felt him do that. Then, I feel one set of fingers start playing with my clit and then I feel two fingers slowly enter me. I slowly start shaking because I haven't been played with in so long and it feels so good. It doesn't take long for his fingers to make me cum and when he finishes, I let out a long sigh. I open my eyes to see him putting his fingers in his mouth to see how I taste. I see a smile come across his face. "Come on, baby. I have more for you than just that." I slowly get out of the tub and go to reach for a towel. Before I can reach for it, I feel his hand stop me. The next thing I know, he's taking off all of his clothes and when he gets to his boxers, I can already tell that he is hard. When he pulls the boxers off, I can see his dick jump a little and stand at attention towards me. I stand there and slowly start to lick my lips, wanting to know how he tastes and how he feels inside of me. The whole time I'm doing this, I haven't even realized that he pulled out his box of condoms and was opening one to put on. By the time I realized what he was doing, he was starting to put the condom on. By the time I reach out to help him, he already has it on and walks over to me and starts kissing me again. I can feel his dick inbetween both of our bodies and I am longing to have it inside me, but at the same time, his kissing feels so good, along with his hands travelling up and down my backside. After a few minutes of that, I feel him pick me up and he places my butt on the sink countertop. I spread my legs open and he stands inbetween them, with his dick only a few centimeters away from my pussy. I can feel his dick hitting both sides of my inner thighs and even the outer lips of my pussy. The whole time I'm feeling this, we start kissing again and I feel him start to tease me. I can feel the head of his dick start going inbetween my lips and going up and down, slowly teasing my clit and my hole. I start to moan and try to push myself to the edge of the countertop, but he won't let me move. His hands are on my thighs, preventing me from moving. He breaks our kiss and starts to nibble and kiss on my neck, the whole time, still teasing my pussy. He finally stops teasing me and makes his way to my nipples and start to lick and suck on each one of them, making them hard all over again. Then, he starts to kiss down my stomach and finally feel him reach my pussy, where I feel his tongue start licking and sucking on my clit. With him doing that, I feel my eyes roll in the back of my head and open my legs even more, so he can have more room and I can feel everything he is doing. I feel him start sucking on my clit and I start moaning. Then, I feel two of his fingers start to go in and out of me and I start moaning even more. Just as I get close to cumming again, he stops. I look down at him in confusion and he just looks at me and smiles. He stands back up and starts kissing me again. I feel his dick start playing with my clit again and this time, I am trying my damnedest to move to the edge, but he still won't let me. I feel him move even closer to me, causing his dick to start rubbing up against my stomach and my clit at the same time. We start to kiss quite heavily and then I feel his hands move up and down my backside, slowly making their way to my ass. In the process, he backs up a little bit from me, to have his dick start teasing my clit again. His hands make thier way to both my ass cheeks and he starts to lightly squeeze them. Then, when the head of his dick starts teasing my hole, all in one swift movement, he enters me and I gasp. I grab his arms to keep from falling. I finally come to my sense and look him straight in the eyes. I wrap my legs around him and I start to feel him slowly go in and out of me. We start kissing again, slowly and deeply. We only break for a couple of seconds to catch our breaths, let out some moans and then start kissing again. He starts to move a little faster and my hands start to massage his backside. At some points, I almost have my nails dig into him, because he is feeling so good. Then, I feel him enter all the way inside me and pick me up off the sink. He somehow manages to open the bathroom door all the way and carry me all the way to my bed. He lightly places me on the bed and still manages to keep himself inside of me. He manages to get his legs situated and then we slowly start fucking again. By this time, he has managed to put my legs on his shoulders and damn near has me in half as he goes in and out of me and kisses me at the same time. He stops himself in mid-stroke, looks at me and tells me to turn over and get on my hands and knees. He enters me from behind and holds on to both sides of my ass. I can feel him get faster and hear him start grunting more. I feel one of his hands move off the side of my ass and works it way to my clit. He start to play with my clit at the same time he is pounding me from behind. By this time, I am quite close to having an orgasm, because I have lost count on how many times I have cum already. Just as I feel myself get close to letting go, he stops again and tells me to lay down on my back. By this time, we are both covered in sweat, breathing quite heavily. I lay down on my back and he slowly enters me again, deciding to go real slow and easy this time. I place both of my legs around his waist and I feel him enter me even more. By this time, he has found my g-spot this way and I'm starting to moan quite loadly in his ear. He turns his head and starts kissing me deeply. I start shaking again, feeling myself about to explode. I break the kiss to tell him I am so close and that he feels so good. He whispers in my ear that I feel so good and that he is so close to cumming, that he feels he is about to explode. I feel his arms wrap around me and his hands are on my shoulders. I feel him get on his knees and then I feel him start to speed up, getting faster and harder, going in and out of me. I start to match him in speed and feel our bodies start colliding with each other. I start moaning in his ear and then I just lose it. I feel myself orgasm and not more than two seconds later, he starts cumming also. When we finish, we both just collapse on the bed. I feel his dick go limp and fall out of me. He manages to get the condom off, tie it up and put it on the floor by the bed. Then we both just lay there, holding each other. He starts to move first, but lightly nibbling on my neck and then a slow, deep kiss. He breaks the kiss and looks at me. He says "Do you know how long I've wanted to do that to you?" "Mmm, how long?" "For almost 2 years now. But, I'm still not finished with you, yet." I turned my head and looked at the clock. It was only 3 pm. When I turned back and looked at him again, all I could wonder was what else did he have in store for me. More Than Friends They had been friends a long time. ..For as long as she could remember. It was perfectly natural for him to invite her into the city to celebrate her birthday. Nothing fancy, just dinner with a friend. She thought nothing of his offer to take her to replace her shoes. One of the heels had broken and she needed a pair to wear to dinner. She tried on several pairs and wore them for him. He gave the thumbs up to a pair of high heel black pumps. They enjoyed each others company, laughing and bantering as friends do. There was always an undertone of sexual tension but neither had acted on it. She trusted him so wasn't afraid to push him a bit. "Thanks for the shoes," she said saucily as they walked toward the counter to pay. He laughed. "You want me to pay for the shoes? Wait. Oh that's right, it's your birthday. Yes of course." He said that as he reached for his wallet. She was rather shocked that he pulled out his card to buy her shoes as she had been joking. They knew each other well enough for that. As he signed the slip, he looked up at her and said with a strange tone, "It is your birthday and you are right. You should have those shoes. You will wear them for me all night. And as it is your birthday, everything is on me. I make the decisions. You do as I say. You're the birthday girl and this is the new birthday rule." When she looked at him quizzically, he replied, "Do you trust me? If you do, then you know I wouldn't hurt you. So say you'll agree." She thought for a second and she did trust him, "Ok. Tonight I will do as you say." He smiled as he met her eyes. "Good girl." He slid his arm around her shoulders as they headed to catch a cab. The cab ride was spent in the company of a good friend as if he had never asked her anything unusual. At dinner, he was the solicitous gentleman. He always was. He was jovial almost anticipatory, she thought. She sensed something different but couldn't quite put her finger on it. Maybe it was just her imagination. The conversation was always quick and full of double entendres. They seemed to be always on the brink of taking their relationship to the next level, but they never made the leap. A glass of wine, good food and wonderful company left her relaxed and content and it showed in her eyes. After the waiter cleared the dinner dishes, he leaned forward and said, "Remember the shoes?" She laughed and replied, "Yes. They are beautiful." To emphasize the point, she showed a little leg out from the side of the table. She was feeling a bit uninhibited. Perhaps it was the wine; perhaps is the company of a man she trusted. It didn't matter. She slid her foot against his leg and repeated, "Yes I do." His gaze got dark as he met her eyes and said, "Then good. Go to the bathroom and remove your bra and panties. I want you to bring your panties back in your hand. Walk over to me, lean down and tell me you have obeyed and slide the panties in my jacket pocket. Then you may sit in your seat, and wait." She was stunned. He wanted her to do what, she thought. The look in his eyes said he was completely serious. The challenge was unmistakable. Her mind ran quickly. If she didn't do as he said, she lost. She wasn't sure what she would lose, but she knew she would be the weaker and that didn't sit well with her at all. She was not a good loser. He knew that about her too, and now was testing her. She sat up a bit straighter, kept his gaze and rose from the table. "Please excuse me," she said as she reached for her purse. He acknowledged her by rising with her, true to his gentlemanly ways. She walked out of the room with an air of lady-like determination. He wouldn't see her bend. Once in the bathroom, she leaned her back against the stall door and caught her breath. She wasn't sure where they were going with this, but she wasn't the one who would call chicken first. She unbuttoned her white blouse and unhooked her lacy bra. She slid it off and into her purse. Next she put foot up on the toilet and slid her panties down her legs. Collecting them in one hand, she noticed they were moist. She cringed, but there was no going back. She left the ladies room hoping anyone who noticed would think she had tissue in her hand. It took all of her courage to walk into that dining room. She met his eyes and walked toward him, head held high, defiant almost, as she held her treasure in her hand. The walk became more provocative as she held his glance emboldened by his smoldering gaze. The feeling was not what she expected, rather it was surprisingly liberating. It was as if they shared a secret. The secret was that her obedience had made her stronger. The power she was about to give him made them both complete. She didn't understand it, but she knew he felt it too. She walked to his side of the table and bent down as instructed. She knew he was getting an unobstructed view of her tits, but never let on that was anything but ordinary. She could feel the cool air on her ass as she leaned down and whispered, "As requested." Her confidence was exploding by the minute as she turned and took the chair he pulled out. Her skirt slid up her thighs as she sat down but appeared oblivious. He took his seat, and held her eyes as he slid his hand into his pocket. A smile began to appear and spread across face as he felt how wet her panties were. Not giving her any quarter, he stated the obvious, "They are wet." She couldn't help a blush that crept up her face and her eyes slid down to the table. She couldn't meet his eyes, knowing that he was now aware of her desire. "Look at me," he said in a tone that made her eyes fly to his face. "Your pussy is wet. You knew it. Now I know it," he said firmly. "Do not look away from me until I tell you. I will watch you as I please. Is that understood?" She nodded her assent, her heart pounding furiously in her chest. The sexual tension was palatable. Under the table, he slid his feet in between her legs, pushing her legs apart. The table cloth prevented most eyes from a crotch shot, but she wasn't sure no one could see. She couldn't look away. She couldn't resist the look in his eyes as he held her legs apart with his. It was an assertion of his power. He knew it. She knew it. Now it was a test of her will to see if she could follow where he was leading. "Slide your hand under your skirt and play with your clit. Make the water in the glasses move," he ordered. His eyes never released her as she slid her hand under her napkin, and under her skirt. She began to move her finger against her clit as he instructed. She could hear the ice tinkling in the glasses from her movements. Despite her best efforts, she could feel desire begin to build in her body. Her breathing changed as it built. She knew he was watching her masturbate. Her chest was heaving under her white cotton blouse, her eyes riveted to his as he watched. She was holding the moans because of where they were. The electricity was explosive. At the moment when she began to question if she could cum silently in a room of strangers, the waiter appeared at the table. "May I get you anything further," the waiter asked them. "Just the check," was his answer as the sexual energy began to ebb. She took a deep breath and noticed he did as well. He released her eyes and prepared to pay the dinner tab. Nothing was said between them in words, but the air was still charged. He rose from the table and helped her to her feet and said, "Let's go." She wasn't sure where but it no longer mattered. He took her hand as they headed to the entrance where he called a cab. Her head was reeling. She had never experienced anything like that in her life. She was still attempting to process what had just happened as he opened the cab door for her. "Thank you," she replied automatically, almost oblivious to her surroundings. She felt him next to her looked up in his face and that was her undoing. She knew he could see her desire, her wantonness, her sexual excitement, and he did. "Kiss me," he ordered. She leaned up to kiss him and he said, "Noooo" grabbing her hair gently but firmly, pulling her across his lap. Her legs straddled him as she met his eyes. "Like this," he said, as her lips met his. She had never kissed him before but was not surprised at the sex she felt in his kiss. Nothing about him surprised her at this point, not his hands on her hips, sliding them up and down her thighs, periodically flashing glimpses of her ass to the cabbie. He slid his tongue into her waiting mouth, imitating the act they both knew would come. She welcomed it into her body. She forgot everything as their mouths danced in preparation for the intimate dance they would share later. She hadn't even heard the address he had given the cabbie, so off balance was she. This didn't happen to her, ever. She was always in control, efficient and effective. Now she was gushing juices down her leg hoping his hand would slide down and touch her. She had never hungered for a man's touch the way she was now. She kissed him with a passion she had never known. He returned the passion with his own. It was as if he wanted to possess her. His mouth and tongue were unwavering in their seduction. His hands were sliding around to her pussy when the cab stopped. His erection was hard against her when the cab stopped. Not sure how either of them got out of the cab with any dignity, if they even did, she took his proffered hand. He led her to an inconspicuous door as she tried to get a sense of where they were. Nothing was familiar she thought, as he knocked an odd series of knocks. The door opened, and he led her inside and down a dimly lit stairway to where music was playing. Through a few other sets of doors and they were in a club. She looked around and realized this was no ordinary club. People were in various stages of dress, or dressed in unusual outfits. She noticed the men in leather, the women in provocative leather outfits, men with men, men with women and many combinations thereof. He pulled her back against the bar, her feet between his legs and her ass firmly against his crotch. He slid his hand under her blouse and held her against him. He ordered a drink and while they waited, he began to draw sensuously on her stomach. She couldn't resist his hands as his fingers moved under her shirt. In a bar such as this, she knew no one would notice, but her breath hitched as his hand slid up against the bottom of her breasts. The hand held her against his cock which she could now feel hard again against the crack of her ass. He began to whisper in her ear, "I'm going to take you home tonight and make you mine. I will fuck you and suck anyway or how or where I please. You will take my cock in your mouth, begging to suck my dick. I will fuck your pussy and I will own your ass. Your mouth, tits, pussy and ass will be mine for my pleasure. You will not waver in your desire to see to my sexual gratification. However I want you, I will have you." She could only nod in agreement as the hot fire of his words hit her. Her hips began to move of their own will, teasing his cock, promising him her agreement, her body. She needed him, needed him with her soul. She wasn't sure what she needed; only that he had what she needed. They stood that way for a long time; he playing with her belly, she responding by rubbing her hips against his crotch in an ageless dance of seduction. The club had many dark corners where patrons could participate in voyeurism or exhibitionism with whatever degree of anonymity they chose. He took her arm and led her to a now vacant nook and pulled her back against him. His arm brooked no resistance as he growled in her ear, "I will turn my back to the room. You will kneel in front of me, unzip my pants, and kiss my cock like it was your new best friend. When I tell you, you will suck it into your throat and give me head. If you don't do it correctly, I will adjust your actions by moving your head. Do you understand?" She nodded her head to which he growled, "Say it." "Yes, I understand," she replied, her voice shaking with the depth of her emotion and desire. He turned and so did she. In the back corner of a non-descript sex club, she knelt in front of him and took his totally erect dick out of his pants and began to kiss it. As she kissed up and down the shaft, she felt the liquid fire between her legs. She was hotter than she had ever been and returned the feeling by worshipping his cock, kissing it like the reverent object it was. His next command was precise. "Suck," he ordered. She attacked his dick with gusto. She licked and sucked and sucked and licked until she could taste his pre-cum. She loved that he was as turned on as she. It encouraged her further to suck him, taking him in as deep in her throat as she could. He took her head at that point and began a rhythmic fucking of her face. She needed to cum and slid her hand under her skirt as if to play with herself. He pushed her hand away with his foot and kept fucking her wet mouth. When he had enough of her enthusiastic blow job, he held her head still as he pulled his hard cock from her mouth. He helped her to her feet and whispered, "Time to go my princess slut." She barely remembered their exit or cab ride. He had her back across his lap and was playing with her pussy. She didn't care if the cabbie saw or the whole city for that matter. She just knew he was ravaging her body with one finger working her pussy and his other working her clit. She didn't notice the leer from the cabbie as she got out of the cab or that he got a full shot of her wet cunt courtesy of her partner. The men exchanged knowing smiles as each went their separate ways. The elevator ride to his floor was dizzyingly fast. She knew she ached in a way she never had before. She thought she was ready for whatever the night might bring. Once in the door, they flung their coats and she was tearing at his clothes, when he grabbed her wrists gently but firmly and pulled them apart, effectively stopping the disrobing process. "My slut princess," he cooed, "remember your promise to obey?' "Yes," she stuttered. "It begins now," he growled. She felt something rise in her throat at his words. She gulped and hoped he hadn't seen the fear in her eyes. But she knew he had. It was as if he could see her soul, her innermost private, dark thoughts. She had never seen this deeply controlled side of him. It was both intimidating as well as compelling. She felt drawn into him. "Yes," she agreed with more confidence. "On the counter," he commanded. "On your knees," he barked. She nearly jumped on the counter in her haste to comply. "Spread your knees apart. Lock your fingers behind your neck," he ordered. She did as he instructed and waited. She watched as he leisurely took his time removing his coat, hanging it in the closet, attending to all those mundane tasks as if he had forgotten the half naked woman kneeling on his kitchen counter. He hadn't.; Not at all. He was relishing the tension he saw in her face, the open body language she was displaying for him. No, he was enjoying her submission. He knew she would take all he could give her and return it to him. He had known her for a long time, watched her search for what he would give her tonight in a myriad of failed relationships. He knew that ended tonight. He walked over to the counter where she knelt. He reached over and grabbed a kitchen knife. With deliberate strokes, he cut the buttons open. He would never use the knife on her but he wanted to see that look in her eye go from fear to relief to trust. It empowered him. He flicked her blouse open and studied her naked breasts. Her hands behind her neck thrust them out almost begging for attention. He smiled as he began to caress them. He watched her intently, noting the breathing change from slow and rhythmic to a faster cadence as her desire increased. Not now. He would pleasure her later. Now she needed to see him take ownership of her body. "Stand," he commanded. She stood somewhat shakily on his counter. "Keep those knees apart," he told her. This vantage point gave him an obstructed view of her pussy. This slow deliberate inspection was intentional. It was designed to humiliate her in away that accentuated his ownership. He knew she was watching him, and he didn't meet her eyes, to busy was he inspecting her. "Remove your clothes," he ordered. She slid her shirt off and unzipped her skirt, letting it fall to her knees. She stepped out of it, and stood there for a moment- naked but for her thigh highs and heels. "Leave them," he said as she started to bend to take them off. "Now stand," he told her, as he began to run his hands up her legs. "Bend your knees and spread those legs further," he directed her, giving him a perfect view of her wide open pussy. He slid his hands up her thighs until he had that hot flesh in his hands. He didn't stroke it this time as she thought he would. Instead he parted her lips, inspecting the folds of her flesh, she felt like a horse being examined for purchase. "Get on your hands and knees," he barked watching as her tremble as she knelt. "Turn your pussy toward me slut." She tried to hold her head high as she followed his directions. She heard drawers opening as she knelt there, heard the water running, and nearly jumped off the table as she felt a cold cloth on her pussy. Humiliated and exposed she felt him use that cloth to clean her dripping cunt. "I am wiping your cunt, my slut because I can," he said to her. "I can do anything I want to this cunt. It is mine now. It pleases me to see you so open and exposed for me. Stay there," he ordered her. She knelt there for what seemed like a long time as he rummaged in his kitchen drawers. Finally he seemed to find what he wanted because the room became silent. She felt his hands again on her pussy, spreading the lips wider if possible. She knew she was just rewetting all that he had cleaned. She couldn't see the smile on his face as he saw the same thing. Good, good, he thought. He slid the narrow end of the turkey buster into her slick pussy. Her breath hissed as she felt something inanimate slide into her. He moved the tool around, enjoying the wet sounds her cunt made. "You are a true slut, my dear. Even a kitchen implement in my hand makes your pussy drip for me. He fucked her with it, watching it disappear into that warm place. "Do you know what sluts get?" he whispered into her ear. "The same thing all girls who are bad get," he purred just as the wooden spoon made contact with the cheeks of her ass. She nearly shot off the counter as he applied the spoon to her ass and fucked her with the baster. "Hold still and it will be over faster," he said as he administered her first spanking. The baster would disappear into her right before the spoon made contact and he loved this sight. She was using every ounce of her strength to stay still while he showed her his pleasure. As her ass pinked, she relaxed a bit and absorbed the pain allowing him to witness her acceptance of his discipline. He was ready to move on, as he grabbed a tea towel and tied it over her eyes. He grabbed her hair and pulled her upright, to signal this part was through. She kneeling before him, eyes covered, unable to see the delight in his eyes as he grabbed ice and smashed it on her burning ass. The cold from the ice hit the hot pink flesh and caused her gut to wrench as she tried to hold still. She knew she was on the counter and therefore was afraid to move for fear of falling. He chuckled at her body's reaction. He knew she would move. He had planned for it. He grabbed her hair again, this time forcing her back against him, making her depend on him to keep from falling. "What did I tell you about holding still," he said roughly in her ear. More Than Friends Tory called Michael in tears over her latest boyfriend fiasco. She had the most amazing ability to choose the biggest jerks in town and fall in love with them, and she was always absolutely crushed when they dumped her or were caught cheating with her friends. He was always there to catch her when things got bad, always faithful and ready to let her cry. He was her best friend, and he secretly loved her. This time the loser was Chris, a muscular basketball player with an ego, and apparently he had just told her that he wanted more time to spend on his game and didn't want to see her anymore. Chris was very tall, handsome with dark wavy hair and brown eyes. He was in top physical shape and Tory fell for him hard. As usual, her petite body and sexy charm caught Chris's eye and stroked his ego, and Michael knew Tory had invited him into her bed after their first date, wanting to make sure he got exactly what he wanted. Tory's apartment was right next to Michael's and that night he could hear the marathon love session through the walls. He lay in his bed and desperately stroked himself as he imagined the large, muscular man arching over Tory's naked body, his huge hands engulfing her breasts, her blonde hair scattered over the pillows as her head rocked with his rhythmic, powerful strokes. They went on for what seemed like hours. Again and again he quivered and gasped, cum splattering in his hands, tears running down his cheeks as he listened with self-loathing to their ecstatic love match. The relationship lasted three whole months, during which time Tory was walking on clouds, utterly oblivious to Michael's pain as she breathlessly described Chris's latest compliment or gift that had convinced her that he must be in love with her. Then everything crashed down when he tired of her neediness, and now it was up to Michael once again to pick up the pieces. He hung up the phone and headed next door to her apartment, stopping to grab a box of tissues. She answered the door and fell weeping into his arms, and he chastised himself for the sudden upward twitch in his pants as her delicate body folded into his. He walked with her to the couch and sat her down, arm around her shoulders and listened as she hiccoughed through the sad tale. Handing her tissues and massaging her neck, he tried to ignore her arm against his thigh and the lingering scent of rosewater from her morning shower. He had become an expert at self denial through these sessions, never allowing himself to reveal to her his desires. But something was different today. He found he could not stop the distraction flooding through his body as she leaned against him. His cock grew harder in his pants and his hands itched to caress more than a friendly shoulder. As she cried into his shirt he had an overwhelming longing to pull her closer and kiss away all the tears, to make her see that someone did indeed love her very much, and convince her to give up all these jerks that hurt her over and over again. As he obsessed over these urges, Tory's sobs had turned to sniffles and she was quiet, resting her head against his shoulder. She closed her eyes and the exhaustion of her grief began to take over. As her breathing slowed, Michael realized she was asleep and began to ease away from her to return to his own apartment and hopefully take care of the hard-on that had developed in his jeans. Carefully he rolled her head off his shoulder and leaned her back on the arm of the couch. Kneeling beside her he lifted her legs on to the couch and smoothed her skirt over her knees. She sighed in her sleep. He watched her for a moment, then reached to smooth a wisp of hair from her flushed cheek. Then he quietly leaned forward and lay a soft kiss on the corner of her mouth. She was soft and moist, and he sat back again feeling jolts of electricity shooting through his body. He ached for her, and his fear grew that this ache would overwhelm him. The small kiss had stirred something inside him and he needed more, but he knew he should just leave. He fought himself for a moment, then deciding that in her sleep she would never know, he leaned over her head again and very gently brushed his lips across hers. He paused over her ripe lower lip and tasted it with just the tip of his tongue, a mix of salt and breath. Then, as he had wanted to so many times, he pressed his lips into hers and sighed. It was a brief kiss, and he leaned back preparing to leave, but suddenly her arms around his neck, and she was kissing him back. He couldn't resist this moment as her lips tasted his and her tongue swept across his teeth. She opened herself to him and he groaned softly, feeling his resistance slipping, pressing into her, tongue questing and tasting, his arms wrapping around those shoulders that trusted him, pulling her closer. Abruptly he broke the kiss and leaned back, panting, desperately reining himself in. Her eyes flew open and she looked into his face, registering surprise. Michael began to stand up, apologizing, hating himself for this moment of weakness, sure that she could never trust him again, when she grabbed his hand. He looked down at her and saw her swollen lips curve into a small smile, her eyes dark and lidded as she pulled him down onto the couch. Her hands were suddenly everywhere, up and down his back and pulling his body on top of her. She whimpered softly as she crushed his lips with hers, fingers snaking into his hair. The last bit of resistance inside him crumbled as he felt her hips rising beneath him, and he wrapped his arms around her lithe body and pressed her into his need, groaning. She shuddered as she felt him press into her, and she wrapped one slim leg around his thighs, arching up to find the pulsing, heated hardness at his center and grinding her pelvis into him. Her hands left his back and she was suddenly clawing at the button on his pants, trying to release him but her trembling hindered her progress. He buried his face into her neck and hair with a moan as she unzipped him and her soft hands burrowed into his clothes, found the organ within and pulled it free. Purple and throbbing, it bounced in the air as her fingers brushed his soft length, tumbling over the rippled veins and then meshing together at his base where they dove into his underwear again, tangling in his pubic hair, pressing into his straining muscles, and then suddenly and shocking wrapping completely around his balls and pressing upward in the back into the sensitive nerves beneath his anus, pulling out the sensitive sack to join his proud cock in the open air. His body jerked and arched over her, his breath came in staccato moans as her hands explored every sensitive secret spot, appearing and disappearing into his pants, his penis quivering and spasming in the air between them. Their mingled desperate passion quickened as he caught her arching hip and held it down into the couch cushions. She suddenly pulled her hands from his clothes and gripped his ass, pulling him into her with unmistakable intention. There was no time for clothing. He pushed the hem of her skirt up to her waist and pulled her panties down her legs. She lifted her hips to help him and then pulled him roughly on top of her again. Then, as he had so many times in his dreams, he leaned back and positioned the tip of his cock at her heated opening. At the soft contact, Tory arched into him and at the same time he thrust smoothly into her, their bodies joining and filling each other with momentary blissful release as he felt her stretch around him, her pussy walls throbbing around his member, gently bumping her cervix inside and then flexing, his entire body quivering as he tensed over her, pulled her onto him, feeling her wrap herself around him and pull him deep, deep inside. For a moment they lay there, gasping into each other's hair, wrapped as tightly as possible as they each reveled in the sensations caused by their sudden joining. She squeezed him inside her and he flexed in response, and she could feel him grow even larger inside her with each rush of blood. Then with a growl he began slow, long, deep thrusts, never breaking their tight embrace but pulling back with his hips, then rocking back into her. He covered her quickening moans with his lips as he desperately drank her in, fulfilling every desire that had haunted his lonely nights hearing her with her boyfriends next door. Together they rocked and thrust, grinding into each other with deliberate slow intensity, feeling every muscle and vein, thighs sliding with sweat from their mingled embrace. As her deep moans began to quicken into panting, his urgency quickened and his long, slow thrusts began to become shorter, leaving more of himself buried within her on each stroke, pressing her hips into the cushions as the muscles of his pelvis stroked her clitoris with each movement in and out. Her hands began to claw at his jeans as he pumped into her faster, her muffled whimpers turned to cries that blended with his staccato grunts as their pace quickened to match their rising desperation. He clutched at her back and curled his toes as with each movement he felt himself carried closer to oblivion. Her pussy walls gulped at him and excited each spasmic nerve in his long cock, stroking and squeezing with maddening intensity. His swinging balls slapped gently between her thighs as they bunched tightly against them in preparation. He felt the pressure gathering and stars began to pop before his eyes. He lost complete control and with an animal roar he pounded himself deeper into her, feeling his cock swell and filling her body with his quivering urgency. She matched him as her cries reached a crescendo, receiving his body into hers, feeling the mounting need building inside her, a massive wave of sensation that arched up, up, up. Thrusting and grasping, panting, deeper and deeper they delved into each other, their mingled orgasms peaking as they buried their faces in each other's bodies to ease the pain. With a final, powerful, arching thrust Michael exploded within her, spurting hot fluid deep within her center, a drawn-out groan shaking his body, his thighs quivering, his butt flexed to press himself as deep as possible. As his fluid splashed inside her, Tory's tsunami reached crashing conclusion and she felt the crest wash over her, rocking her body with spasms, her walls contracting around his cock, milking him for more. He jerked against her and came again, crushing her throbbing clitoris with tightened muscles. Again and again he jerked against her, ejecting the contents of his balls into her womb, gasping and panting as his tense body filled with release and long-denied satisfaction. As their orgasms receded, their sweaty bodies melted into each other and they collapsed, breathing heavily, speechless. They lay there for a while, catching their breath, Michael's spent cock shrinking inside her. He could hear her receding back into sleep and finally he raised himself from her ravaged body carefully, his used member slipping from her body. He tucked himself back into his pants and covered her with her skirt. He leaned over her sleeping face and kissed her again, this time no longer afraid. Then he silently left her apartment and locked it behind her, returning to his own, wondering what might come next. More Than Friends I sat, holding my drink, and caught myself staring at him again. I forced my gaze away once more, and focused instead on the conversation of the rest of the group. I laughed when appropriate, and smiled when someone spoke to me directly, but always found my thoughts leading back to the same man. His name was Chris, and he was a friend of my husband. I had known him as long as I had known my husband, and had to admit, always had some feelings for him. But, lately, it seemed my feelings had grown stronger. I wanted to be around him more often, finding ways to be alone in a room with him, but never let on my feelings. My husband actually knew of my "crush" as he called it, and felt that it was natural to be attracted to someone else. I felt as if I was betraying my love for my husband, and told myself how wrong it was to want another man. Even then, the feelings for Chris remained. This particular night we were having a party for a mutual friend who had just received a new position at the business he had been working in. These were my favorite kinds of parties because they were laid back, and we could act like the kids we were not too long ago. We would drink a little too much, play some party games, and laugh all night long. "Jay, are you in there?" I heard my friend Kellie ask as she waved her hand in front of my face. "Earth to Jayden, come in Jayden. You were in some kind of other world there, hun." "Sorry," I laughed, shaking my head, "just caught up in my thoughts. Did I miss anything good?" "Naw, just making sure you weren't too drunk already. Wouldn't want you to miss out on all the hot party action." She clinked her glass against mine. "I think Alex is gonna put on a show in another round or two." Alex, the group lush, often put on little strip shows for the ladies once he had a couple of drinks in him. He never got very far, but we always enjoyed the show. At our last party, Kellie and I brought a bunch of one dollar bills and threw them at Alex once the fun was going down. We talked about that for weeks afterward. "Ooo, wouldn't wanna miss that." I winked towards Alex, who made a sexual gesture in our direction. We all had very immature senses of humor, but that drew us all closer together. I brought my attention back to my drink as Kellie moved on to refill her own. "So, what do you think," A deep, sexy voice whispered in my ear, "Should we just call it a night and sneak up to my room?"Chills went down my spine as I turned a flushed face towards the speaker. "Don't tease." I pinched Chris's arm lightly, trying to distract him from the fact that my face was flushed at the idea. If he only knew... "Enjoying yourself?" I asked, purposely changing the subject. The last thing I needed to do was to embarrass myself by blurting out my thoughts on that subject. "Of course," He smiled, and my blood warmed, "I can't resist a good party. What about you?" "Sure, I love our get-togethers." I tried to sound enthusiastic, but apparently didn't succeed. Chris made a face that said he didn't believe me. "Wow, don't get too excited about it. We don't want you to wear yourself out with all that party energy." I laughed as he reached out to tickle me, know full well I was super ticklish. "Oh noes, she is going to explode from the excitement, look out!" "Stop," I tried to tell him as a gasped for breath, "you're spilling my drink." "No, you are spilling your drink, my dear. I do think you are mistaken." His soft, green eyes sparkled with unspent laughter as he tried to keep a straight face. Then his expression softened. "Is there anything wrong? Trouble in paradise?" He glanced in the direction of my husband, currently talking shop with more friends. By shop I meant video games. "No, nothing like that. Just have a little bit on my mind lately, trying to figure myself out." I told him truthfully. "Want to talk about it?" He asked, and I took the opportunity to stare into his eyes. They were the kind of soft green of moss, with hints of gold around the iris. He stopped to brush his dusty blonde hair out of his face with smooth, shapely hands. My thoughts drifted to those hands running up and down my stomach, cupping my breasts. I shook my head to clear my thoughts. "It's not really a boy-talk kind of subject, but thanks." "Ooo, it's not another man, is it?" the playfulness leaked back into his eyes. "I'm jealous." I snorted, "Yeah, right. What about you? Have you found someone yet?" "There have been a couple of girls, sure. But stop changing the subject. Do you have another man? Does Rand know?" "Chris,stop. I do not have another man, so there is nothing for Rand to know." I pushed myself away from his grasp, not trusting myself to be so near him without letting my true feeling come to the surface. I saw more questions come into Chris's eyes before he grabbed my arm. "Come on, we'll talk upstairs." He pulled my toward the second story of his home. Part of me screamed for me to wake up, to play it off like a joke, and go back to the party. But, there was the other part of me that wanted to be alone with Chris more than anything, to see if he had feelings for me too. We slipped upstairs without drawing anyone's attention, mainly because Kellie was joining Alex in a strip-off. Chris brought me into his room, closing the door behind us. I stood there, frozen, as he went to sit on his bed. I didn't want to sit there next to him, wishing he would take me into his arms and do all the things I fantasized him doing to me. Finally I sat against the window frame facing the bed, trying to seem relaxed. "You know, you can talk to me. I won't judge you, Jay. It's not always easy being with only one person, I know." I still tried to stay upbeat. "I wouldn't know. I've never been with anyone other than Rand, so I can't know what I'm missing, right?" "I didn't know that." Chris stood and came closer to me. "You've really never been with another man before?" "Yeah, I know, pathetic. I just wasn't the type of girl the boys wanted. I was the cool one that way considered one of the guys, not girlfriend material. It's no big deal, really." I laughed wanting to move away from Chris as he drew closer, but not being able to move. "Have you ever wondered what it would be like with someone else?" He came even closer, and this time I did move away. I switched spots with him and ended up sitting on that all too comfortable bed. "Well, sure, who hasn't had thoughts about another person? But, it's not like I have guys lining up to be with me." A little bit of my bitterness came through on that remark. It was true that I was not exactly every guy's idea of a beautiful girl. My curves were a little too big for most guys, and I considered myself plain. My eyes were my best feature, but I felt the roundness of my nose kept me from being pretty. Chris leaned up against the window frame this time. He was quiet for a while, and I almost got up to leave when he surprised me. "What about me, Jay? Would you be with me if you could?" My breath caught in my throat as I fought myself from shouting 'yes, yes, yes'! How did I answer such a question without sounding pathetic or embarrassing myself? "Yes." I breathed, barely loud enough for my own ears to catch it. I immediately tried to take back my words. "I mean, sure, what woman wouldn't want a guy like you? Funny, sexy, smart -- you hit the perfect guy trifecta there, bud." "No, seriously Jay, would you be with me if you could?" He slid closer toward the bed, coming to a stop in front of me, kneeling in front of the bed. "Don't make to answer that question, Chris, please. I can't..." He stopped my words with a soft kiss. His right hand rose to caress my cheek as my eyes fluttered closed. He tasted like ambrosia, sweet and spicy from his drink. His scent filled the air around me as he pushed me back onto the bed and leaned over me. He drew back, then pulled his shirt over his head. He smiled at me as his hands worked at the buttons on my shirt. I couldn't say anything, just stared stupidly as he undressed me. After he pushed my shirt off my shoulders he took those hands I had fantasized about so many nights and ran them down my sides. His fingertips brushed the satin of my bra before he leaned over to kiss me again. My stomach, and places lower were tightening, bringing that feeling excitement I hadn't experienced in years. I enjoyed making love to my husband, looked forward to it every time, but this was different. I knew in my heart that what I was doing was not right, and that sense of rebellion made the experience all that much more thrilling. "Why didn't you tell me how you felt?" Chris asked, kissing his way down my neck. "I thought you wouldn't want me," the truth slipped out, just as I had feared it would, "I thought you would laugh." He drew back so I could see his face. "I would never laugh at you. Never." He kissed me again, his hands reaching back to unhook my bra. I found the courage to run my hands over his strong shoulders, relishing the feel of his under my hands, not just in my mind. As he freed my breasts, he leaned down to take my nipple into his mouth. I nearly exploded at the sensation and had to catch myself from moaning too loud. If the music downstairs hadn't been so loud, I would have been worried. Then, Chris's left hand slid lower popping the catch on my jeans. Before I could stop him, my jeans were on the floor, and he had stopped to stare down at me. I had never felt as beautiful as I did then. His eyes were full of lust, and something more. This wasn't the glare of a man sating a need, it had heart behind it. Not love, but something close. "Do you want me to stop?" He asked. It took me several moments before I could find my voice. "No, please don't stop." That seemed to be the reaction he wanted. He reached down to unfasten his own jeans, and then slid them down his legs. His body was magnificent. He was lean without being thin, with shapely muscles along his shoulders and arms. His chest was smooth, and there was a little trail of hair leading from his navel down his body. My eyes were drawn lower as he slid his boxers off next. As previously stated, I had only been intimate with one man before, but Chris was as fine a piece of manhood as any I had seen. He was long, thick and hard. I actually blushed as I watched him lean closer to me again. "I love that I made you blush." He whispered against my skin as he kissed a trail down my body. His fingers tugged at my panties, sliding them down my legs. He kissed his way back up to my face, and pushed his body against mine as he explored my mouth. The feel of him against my bare skin was almost too much. I moaned again, running my hands down his back, onto his ass. I squeezed him tighter to me, surprising us both, and relished the feel of him pressing into my stomach. Chris lifted himself up, and slid one leg between my knees. He lightly pushed my legs apart, and found my hot, wet center with his fingers. He slid one finger into me, then two, thrusting in and out. I moaned into his mouth, and my spine bent, pushing him further into me. "Please." I heard myself whisper. "Chris, please." He took my plea, and with one slow push, slid himself into me. I couldn't wait any longer, waves of passion crashed into me, and I shivered with pleasure. Our rhythm became faster, but he held on, rubbing himself against all the right places inside of me. His kisses grew more passionate, and his thrusts stronger. I felt my pleasure building inside me again as he began pounding himself inside of me, our voices becoming harsher and breathier. Finally, I came, and through my moans I could feel Chris falter and let himself go. We lay there for a moment, listening to each other breathe. Chris rolled off to lie next to me, and threw his arm over my waist. He kissed the side of my neck, and I felt extremely close to him at that moment. He didn't hurry to get dressed, as most men would have. He didn't act embarrassed or regretful. He just held me, as if there was nothing wrong with what we had just done, with my husband downstairs. I felt a tear run down my face as I thought of my husband. What would he say if he knew what had just happened? Would he leave me? Would he be hurt? He used to tease me and say I could be with another guy as long as he could be with another woman, but that was just a joke, right? "Don't think so much." Chris said as if he was reading my mind. He wiped the tear from my cheek. "Do you regret being with me?" "No, it was wonderful." I insisted, turning to stare into his face. "Then there is no reason you should feel bad about what we've done." He smiled, and my heart warmed at his words. "Is it alright if we just lie here for a moment before we got back downstairs? I'm pretty sure no one has missed us yet." "I'd like that." I sighed happily, and cuddled into his arms. More Than Friends "What movie would you like to watch?" Holly asked Heather. "I don't care, whatever you want is fine." Heather replied. Heather sat her drink down on the coffee table and made herself comfortable on the couch. Holly put in the movie then sat down beside her. It was a little chilly in Holly's apartment, so Heather took a blanket and threw it over both of their legs. Holly and Heather were best friends. They had decided to hang out that evening and, rather than going out, chose to spend the night in watching movies. They both loved movies and often spent time cuddling and watching new ones together. As they sat on the couch, the movie began, and Holly leaned her head over on Heather's shoulders and snuggled down into the couch. Heather thought nothing of this, since it was how they often sat as they watched movies or television together. "It's been so long since I've had a boyfriend" Holly said. "Me too. I just haven't met any guys I'm really interested lately." Heather replied, though she found Holly's comment to come a little out of nowhere. They hadn't really been talking about this earlier in the evening. "Me either. I guess I've just been feeling kind of lonely lately." Holly said with a sigh. "It'll be fine. At least we've always got each other, right?" Heather joked. Holly laughed as Heather put her arm around Holly's shoulder and gave it a reassuring squeeze. They sat this way as they watched the movie for a little while, until Holly raised her head off Heather's shoulder and said, "I want to lie down." She moved around so that her head was on the opposite side of the couch from where Heather sat, and lay down, putting her feet in Heather's lap. Heather readjusted the blanket so they were both covered again. "Better?" she asked Holly. "Much better," she replied. They sat for several minutes this way when Holly spoke up again, "Cuddle with me." Heather laughed; Holly always wanted to cuddle. "Where am I going to lay? This couch isn't very wide." "Just lay on top of me." Holly replied. "Ok. Just tell me if you're uncomfortable and I'll move." Heather wasn't fat, but she wasn't a stick, and she didn't want to make Holly uncomfortable. "I promise, I'll be fine." "If you say so." Heather got up, positioned herself above her friend and settled down on top of her. After being so close for so many years, this again wasn't weird for them. They were used to being this close. Holly put her arms around Heather's back and gave her a little hug. Heather was warm and comfortable, and began watching the movie again, as she lay there with Holly's arms around her. Heather felt Holly's hands moving up and down her back, rubbing it gently, and Holly said, "I'm so glad we're friends." "Me too." Heather replied. Although there was something in the way Holly had spoken that was different than normal. As Holly continued rubbing her back, Heather suddenly became very aware of how their bodies were connected. Holly shifted around underneath her and she felt how Holly's thigh was right between her legs, and her own crotch right on Holly's thigh. Her head was lying gently on Holly's breast. Since they were so close, she knew that Holly was a D cup, and she could feel how large and soft her breasts were, and they moved up and down each time Holly breathed. Heather slyly moved her hips as if she were making herself more comfortable, allowing her crotch to rub Holly's thigh. A wave of pleasure moved through her body from this movement, and Holly ceased rubbing Heather's back and instead ran her fingertips down the length of her back to her hips. A shiver went through Heather's body as she began to wonder what was happening between her and her friend. She had always thought Holly was pretty, but had never done anything with a girl before. She was afraid that she was reading too much into Holly's actions, as they were so close. But she couldn't help but feel that something was different about tonight. Heather took her fingers and ran them gently up and down Holly's arm, deciding to test Holly's intentions. Holly giggled and said, "That tickles!" "Oh, sorry." Heather said. "No, it's good, don't stop." Holly nudged. So Heather continued to tickle Holly's arm, and felt Holly move her hips around underneath her. Holly let slip a heavy breath. "Are you uncomfortable?" Heather asked. "No, not at all." Holly answered, running her fingertips down Heather's back again. Heather nuzzled her head against Holly's breasts, which were rising and falling more rapidly with Holly's breathing. She continued rubbing Holly's arm and pushed her hips against Holly's body, squeezing her thighs around Holly's thigh. She knew that doing this would cause her thigh to rub against Holly's crotch, and gave her the pleasure of feeling Holly's thigh up against her own. She heard a subtle moan escape from Holly's mouth and knew she also found this enjoyable. Heather turned her gaze up to Holly's face. Holly's eyes were closed, but she looked down as Heather ran her fingertips down the side of Holly's torso. Holly's ran a hand through Heather's hair and breathed, "This doesn't make you feel weird, does it?" "No, it feels good." "I don't want us to do anything that will make you feel weird later." "No, it's ok. You're the closest friend I have. That will never change." As Heather said this, Holly once again pushed her hips against Heather. Heather responded by pushing back with her own hips, and they began to grind their mounds against each other. Heather knew her own pussy was getting wet, and wondered about Holly's. Holly had placed her hands on Heather's ass, and squeezed it gently, pulling Heather into her. She ran her hand through Heather's hair again and said, "It's warm in here." "Yeah," Heather replied. "Would you mind if I took some clothes off?" Holly said, as she began to rise up from her lying position. "No, that's fine." Heather said, and she felt that her mouth was dry and she had a nervous but exited feeling in her stomach. She sat up on the couch and gave Holly some room. Holly removed her shirt, allowing Heather to view her large breasts in a cute, flowery bra with lace trim. "Are you warm?" Holly asked her. "A little." Holly leaned over to Heather, grabbed the bottom of her shirt, and began to pull it up. Heather raised her arms and allowed Holly to remove the shirt from her body. Her own breasts were not as large as Holly's, she was only a C cup, but they filled out her simple black bra nicely. Holly took hold of both of Heather's hands and looked into her eyes. "Is that better?" Heather could only nod in reply. Holly moved closer to her and placed her lips lightly on Heather's. She lingered there, and Heather put her hands low on Holly's back. Holly opened her lips a little and pressed them against Heather's once more. This time Heather responded, parting her own lips and allowing Holly's tongue to enter her mouth. Their tongues pressed against each other, as Heather pulled Holly close, their breasts touching, and Heather played with the clasp on Holly's bra until it was open. Holly wriggled out of the bra, and Heather looked at her free breasts. The nipples were pink and hard, and she placed one hand upon Holly's left breast, gently massaging it as they kissed once more. Holly then removed Heather's bra and took both of Heather's breasts into her hands. They pushed their bodies into one another, hard nipples rubbing each other, kissing deeply. Holly gently coaxed Heather into lying down. She pushed Heather's hair back from her face and kissed her lips, then moved down, kissing her neck and shoulders. She continued farther down, and began kissing Heather's breast. She took Heather's left nipple into her mouth and sucked lightly, teasing it with her tongue, gently squeezing the right breast with her hand. Heather moaned quietly. Holly kissed and sucked each breast, and placed her hand over Heather's pants, between her legs, and squeezed her mound. Holly sat up and grabbed the top of Heather's pants. She slowly pulled them down, over Heather's knees, down to her ankles, until they were off, and threw them in the floor. Heather lay on the couch in just a pair of simple black panties. Holly looked at her hungrily, "You're beautiful," she exclaimed. "Thanks," Heather replied, as Holly stood and removed her own pants, revealing a pair of red, lacy boy shorts. "You're beautiful too," Heather told her. Holly smiled and sat back on the couch between Heather's legs. She ran her fingers over Heather's pussy, feeling the wetness on her panties. Heather giggled with delight at her touch. Holly teased Heather's mound some more, then leaned down and kissed her inner thigh, one kiss on each leg, and then kissed Heather right over the wet spot on her panties. Heather took in a deep breath as Holly did this. Holly took the top of the panties and began pulling them down, exposing Heather's pussy, a little mound of pubic hair covering her swollen lips. Holly removed Heather's panties completely, and spread Heather's legs apart. She could see Heather's pink pussy, so pretty and swollen, between her legs. Holly got on her knees beside the couch and leaned her face toward Heather's pussy. It smelled sweet and she placed her mouth over it, taking in Heather's lips and clit, sucking gently. "Oh," Heather sighed, "That feels wonderful." Holly smiled up at her, and ran her hand over Heather's swollen lips. She leaned in and sucked again on Heather's pussy, tasting her wetness. Heather released a little moan and pushed her mound into Holly's mouth. Holly began to work her mouth on Heather's wet, hot pussy. She inserted her tongue into Heather's tight little hole, moving it in and out, penetrating her opening and feeling it getting wetter. She placed her hand under Heather's bottom, raising her pussy up to her face. She took her pussy into her mouth again, sucking and teasing her clitoris, as Heather began to rock her hips. Heather pushed her mound into Holly's face, and she sucked harder, alternating between sucking and teasing Heather's clit with the tip of her tongue. Heather began moaning more and breath rapidly. Holly knew she was going to make her cum and couldn't wait to give Heather that moment of ecstasy. Holly removed her mouth from Heather's wetness and brought her hand up to Heather's pussy. She teased Heather's clit, felt that it was hard and her lips were swollen. Heather's wetness was unbelievable and made Holly excited. She rubbed Heather's lips then gently inserted a finger into Heather's opening. Heather sighed and Holly slid the finger back out, then reentered, using two fingers this time. Heather's pussy was tight, but so wet that Holly's fingers slid easily in and out. Holly began using her fingers to gently fuck Heather's wet pussy. As she did this, she put her mouth to Heather's hard clit, kissing and sucking it, while she began fucking Heather's little cunt harder, pushing her fingers in as deeply as they could go. Heather was moaning uncontrollably, and Holly knew that her release couldn't be far away. Holly couldn't believe this was happening. She had been thinking about Heather in this way for several months now, but was never sure if Heather would accept her feelings. Now that she knew Heather did accept these feelings, she couldn't wait to give Heather as much pleasure as she could. As she sucked on Heather's clit, she suddenly heard Heather let out a loud moan, and felt Heather's body tense, then relax again, then tense. She knew Heather was coming. She continued to suck Heather's clit, until she felt Heather's orgasm was ending. She gently eased her fingers out of Heather's pussy, which was dripping with wetness from the release. She took her tongue and licked the swollen lips, lapping up all of Heather's juices. She kissed her pussy once more then kissed all the way up Heather's body, still heaving from Heather's heavy breaths. "Thank you," Heather breathed out, as Holly reached her mouth and kissed her deeply, allowing Heather to taste her own wetness. "You're welcome," Holly replied between another kiss. They lay there for a few minutes, their bodies intertwined, kissing and caressing each other. Heather couldn't believe the pleasure she had just experienced, and that it was Holly who had given it to her. She had never felt anything so wonderful. "I want to make you just as happy," she whispered into Holly's ear. She shifted her body out from under Holly's, causing Holly to be lying on the couch, displaying her beautiful, large breasts for Heather. Heather kissed Holly's right breast, sucking on the nipple. She kissed Holly's tummy, licking up from her belly button to in between her breasts. As she licked and kissed Holly's breasts, she placed her hand on Holly's mound, squeezing and rubbing her lips over her lacy panties. She moved her hand and placed in down into Holly's panties, feeling that her pussy was clean-shaven underneath the fabric. She kept rubbing Holly's pussy, feeling her swollen lips and teasing her clit. She kissed Holly's mouth, taking in her tongue and sucking, her hand continuing to work between Holly's legs. "I want you to sit your pussy on my face," Heather breathed into Holly's ear. Heather got up from the couch and lay down on the floor, pulling Holly off the couch by her hands. Holly stood up, pushing her panties down over her hips and onto the floor, then got on her knees, straddling Heather right below her breasts. Heather rubbed Holly's swollen lips then Holly moved up until her pussy was right over Heather's mouth. "Your pussy is so beautiful," Heather said as she looked up at Holly's shaved mound, tickling it with her fingers. Then she took her tongue and teased it over Holly's lips and her little clit. Holly eased herself down closer to Heather's mouth. Heather took Holly's pussy in between her lips and sucked, causing Holly to moan with pleasure. Holly grabbed her own breasts, playing with her nipples, and rocked her hips over Heather's face. Heather began sucking Holly's wet pussy vigorously. She looked up and could see Holly's large breasts, Holly playing with the nipples. She grabbed Holly's ass and pulled her even closer, so that her entire mouth was covered by Holly's swollen, wet pussy. Heather sucked and teased Holly's clit, pushed her tongue in and out of Holly's wet cunt, and squeezed and rubbed Holly's firm ass. She could hear Holly's moans above her and knew she was pleasing Holly just as much as Holly had pleased her. She kept working over Holly's pussy with her mouth, felt it getting wetter and wetter, Holly's juices running down over her face. Holly was breathing much more rapidly now. She leaned over, placing hear hands on the floor in front of her. She was on all fours, grinding her dripping pussy over Heather's eager mouth. Heather took Holly's clit into her mouth and sucked relentlessly, Holly's moans becoming more and more frequent, growing louder each time Heather stopped sucking and teased Holly's hard little clit with her tongue. Heather continued sucking and teasing, squeezing Holly's bottom, tasting her sweet wetness. Suddenly Holly's rocking became faster and she was moaning more loudly than ever. Heather sucked hard on her clit, not letting up until she heard Holly give one last moan, breathing hard and fast, stopping her hips from rocking over Heather's face. Holly sat up, breathing fast, as Heather licked her swollen wetness a few more times. Holly moved from over Heather's face. Heather smiled up at her and Holly said, "You were amazing." "Kiss me," Heather demanded, playfully. Holly leaned down and kissed her, pulling in Holly's tongue and her own juices. They kissed for several minutes. Holly pulled back and looked at Heather. Heather was playing with Holly's hair. "You lay back down on the couch," Heather instructed Holly. Holly got up from her position over Heather's naked body and lay down on her back on the couch. Heather also got up from the floor and stood over Holly, taking in how lovely her naked body looked. She moved over Holly, so that she was straddling one leg, and took Holly's other leg and raised it up into the air. She gently placed her pussy directly over the top of Holly's. She eased down, and felt her own lips touch Holly's. She felt the same wave of pleasure as she did earlier when she was lying on top of Holly, grinding her hips against her. She rubbed her pussy right over Holly's, feeling their wetness combining. Holly stroked Heather's breast as Heather began grinding her pussy into Holly's, holding Holly's leg in the air, kissing it lightly and she moved. Holly sighed and closed her eyes. Heather one hand and placed it on Holly's breast, the other still holding Holly's leg. Holly's large tits were jiggling as Heather rubbed her pussy back and forth over Holly's own shaved cunt. Seeing Holly's breasts bouncing, her eyes closed in ecstasy, made Heather even more excited. She started moving faster and faster against Holly's mound. Heather made a little grunting noise as she pushed hard against Holly. Holly put her raised leg over Heather's shoulder and grabbed Heather's free hand, their fingers interlaced. Heather kissed the side of Holly's leg, and pinched Holly's nipple with her other hand. They were moaning and breathing hard, perfectly in sync, their cunts becoming swollen with excitement again, their juices joining together as their pussies touched. Their moaning became increasingly louder until Heather felt Holly tensing and relaxing beneath her, knowing she was coming. Just a second later, Heather also began to feel the release of pleasure, and let out a loud moan. When they had both released, she stayed on top of Holly, moving slowly against her. She then moved to lie directly over Holly, just as they had before. This time, she could feel all of Holly's body beneath her, Holly's warm, soft skin pressing against her own. Holly put her legs around Heather's back, squeezing her close, rubbing Heather's back with her hands. They kissed for several minutes then Holly turned so they were lying on their sides, facing each other. They kissed again, Holly caressing Heather's back, Heather running her hand through Holly's hair. They wrapped their legs together and kissed and held each other. They lay there until they each drifted off to sleep, closer than they had ever been before. More than Friends "Hanna! I need you to get here quickly! It's an emergency!" Hanna jumped to her feet the minute she heard the panic in her best friend's voice. Liza never got this worked up unless it was an absolute emergency. "Wait, where are you going?" Hanna heard her date ask as she turned to walk off. Shit, she had forgotten he was there. She didn't even want this date to happen, but here she was stuck with a man twice her age who only talked about golf and hookers. She was going to kill Liza when she got home. It was her idea the whole time and Hanna didn't even want to do it. Come to think of it, why had Liza insisted so much? This man was clearly not Hanna's type. She stored that question away to answer at a later date. "I have to go Seth. Family emergency." She left him sputtering behind her as she hurried from the restaurant, ignoring the stares she was getting. She was used to stares. She had been getting them since she hit age 15. Dirty old men, jealous old ladies, and horny guys. If she had to be completely honest with herself, she knew she could be defined as beautiful. Wavy black hair that brushed her waist, brilliant blue eyes that could pierce a person with a single look. She had high, firm breasts that stood proud on her chest, right above her narrow ribcage. Followed immediately by that was a tiny waist with full child-bearing hips. She ran almost daily so her legs were nicely toned. Yes, Hanna thought she was quite beautiful, and she often used this beauty to her advantage. Recently however, she just couldn't bring herself to ensnare any men. She guessed her conscience was just beginning to finally bug her. That's why she couldn't believe it that she agreed to this blind date that Liza had set up. The only reason she finally agreed is because she needed to get out of the house. All she ever did anymore was sit around watching movies and playing games. This wouldn't be so bad except, Hanna had a two year old son; Joshua. This made the movies and games slightly less appealing. I mean, there are only so many times you can watch Veggie Tales and play Candy Land before you want to rip your hair out. "Not that I don't love the kid, but sometimes I just need to get out." Telling herself this was what finally convinced her to go out. However, she made Liza swear to not let anything happen tonight with Josh. Seems like she didn't stick to the one rule laid down for her to follow. As Hanna rushed to her car, her cell phone began buzzing in her hand. She answered the phone at the same time as she climbed into her car. Clicking her seat belt, she answered. "Hello?" "Hanna! I forgot to tell you that we're in the hospital so that's where you need to go." Her friend's voice came from over the line. The hospital? Oh God, this just kept getting worse. Without saying goodbye, Hanna clicked the phone closed and took off out of the parking lot. Praying she didn't get stopped at any lights or by any cops, she sped as fast as legally allowed to get to the hospital. The hospital was on the other side of town, and held a lot of good memories for Hanna. She had worked there for 2 years, since Joshua was born. Everyone there absolutely loved the dark-haired little boy. Hell, half of them helped to deliver him and take care of him. She hoped that those good memories weren't about to get ruined by what had happened to Josh. "Please let him be okay. Please let him be okay. Please let him be okay." She kept repeating in her head. Over and over. She couldn't keep her mind from wondering to what kinds of horrible things could have happened. What if he broke something? Or ruptured something? She couldn't handle losing him. She loved him so much. He was all she had left from her disastrous teenage marriage. What would she do if she lost him? "Stop!" She commanded herself. It didn't help to think about what-ifs. She was almost there now and would see what had happened. Pulling into the parking lot, she had trouble finding a parking place. The hospital was busier than normal for 9 at night. Usually there were fewer people. Barely remembering to lock the doors as she rushed out of the car, she ran through the doors to the reception desk. Laurie was there tonight and made as if to greet Hanna. "Please, I just need to see my son." Hanna said, breathless. Laurie nodded somberly and stood up to lead Hanna to the appropriate room. Immediately, Hanna took this as a bad sign. Laurie never did anything that she didn't have to do. The slightly overweight brunette was very sweet, but extremely lazy. If it was something small, Laurie wouldn't have led her, she would have just told her the room number. As they got nearer to the room, Hanna started to notice something odd. There didn't seem to be very many people around. The hallways were deserted. What was more odd is the fact that when they got to room 119, it appeared as if the lights were off. Opening the door, Hanna saw that they were in fact off. "What's—" Hanna started to ask Laurie, but at that moment, the lights were turned on and her question was cut off abruptly by a loud noise coming from the room. "SURPRISE!" Hanna turned in shock as all of her coworkers jumped out from behind medical equipment as the lights were turned on. She turned to see Laurie laughing at the dumbstruck look on her face. "Today's your two year anniversary with us and we wanted to let you know how much we love you and love having you here. It was all Liza's idea." She explained. At that moment, she heard a squeal from the level of her knees. "Mommy!" Joshua yelled as he hugged her around the legs. A grin split Hanna's face as she saw that Joshua was okay. "Hey baby." She said, bending down to pick him up. "Did you help them do all of this?" She asked laughing at the proud look on his face as he nodded his head, causing his ebony curls to bounce. He had inherited his hair from her, but his beautiful green eyes, he had got from his father. "Well thank you, I love you so much baby." "I love you mommy." He wriggled a little to get out of her grip and she placed him back down on the floor. Immediately, he ran to a table that was covered in paper and streamers and balloons. Looking closer, she saw a cake that said "Congratulations Hanna" on top of the table. She thought she knew what Joshua was so excited about. "Hey," Liza said, walking up to her. "Sorry about having to get you down here that way, I couldn't think of any other way. And I guess Seth did his job good by distracting you?" "You nearly gave me a heart attack! I thought something had happened to Josh! And what do you mean, distracting me?" Hanna asked her friend suspiciously. t. Liza's green eyes sparkled as she laughed at the look on her friend's face. "Go have fun at your party." She said with an innocent look on her face and a little push towards all the people waiting to congratulate her. ***** The evening passed quickly, with Joshua eating a lot of cake and promptly passing out on a hospital bed. At around 11, Hanna figured it was time to get Joshua into bed so she told everyone bye and thank you, and carried Josh to the car. Shortly after, Liza climbed into the passenger seat. The two lived together since neither could afford rent and utilities on their own. The drive home was spent talking about the party and when they arrived at the house, Liza unlocked the front door while Hanna carried Josh to his bedroom. After getting him in his pajamas and tucking him into bed, she went into the living room where Liza was waiting with a bottle of wine. "Thought you might like a nightcap before going to bed. You know, you are quite old and it is past your bedtime." She snickered, enjoying poking fun at her friend's expense. "Excuse you," Hanna said indignantly, "I am only 23." "Yeah, practically ancient." The friends laughed and started drinking. Two hours and another bottle of wine later: "Hanna?" Liza slurred from one side of the couch. "Hmm?" Hanna wasn't paying much attention. She was focused on throwing chewy candies into a bowl on the table. "Have you...I mean, have you ever, you know...been with a...a girl?" Liza cautiously asked, looking at her friend. Hanna's blue eyes met green, both slightly glazed from the alcohol. "Why would you ask that?" "I'm just curious." Completely focused on Liza now, Hanna said, "No, have you?" Reluctantly, Liza answered, "yes." Hanna gasped. "Was it any good?" Liza thought about it for a minute or two. It had been a few years before, when she was still in college. The time of experimentation. Her roommate had ambushed her in the shower and they had gotten kind of carried away. At the time, she wasn't sure she had liked it, but after a few more years and a few more experimentations she loved it. "It's better than with a guy." She finally admitted, biting her lip, worrying about her friend's reaction. Hanna was no prude, but she was far from kinky, and even further from lesbian. Hanna sat there with her mouth open for a second then started laughing. She laughed so hard that she fell off the couch into the floor. She couldn't see how a finger up your pussy felt better than a dick. "What's so funny?" Liza asked, angrily looking down at her friend rolling around on the floor laughing. She huffed loudly when Hanna wouldn't stop laughing enough to tell her what was so damn funny. When Hanna wouldn't quit laughing, Liza got in the floor and grabbed her hands which were clutched to her sides. She stretched Hanna's arms above her head. The action pushed her breasts up higher. They bulged against the top of her low cut shirt, almost spilling out. "Why the fuck are you laughing?" Liza demanded an answer. Surprised from the display of violence that her friend was displaying, Hanna immediately stopped laughing. "Well, you're kidding right? I mean, sex isn't better with a girl. Girl's probably don't even kiss better than a guy, let alone make love." Hanna scoffed at the affronted look on her friend's face. "Wanna bet?" Liza quietly asked. "What?" Suddenly, Liza leaned over and kissed Hanna right on the mouth. Hanna tried to pull away at first, but Liza wouldn't allow her to. She kept a steady pressure until Hanna tentatively started to kiss back. Lightly at first, their kiss deepened as they both got into it. Liza's lips were softer than Hanna would have originally guessed. She gasped lightly as Liza gently bit her full bottom lip. Taking advantage of her open mouth, Liza plunged her tongue into Hanna's mouth. Hanna's mouth was full and warm, her tongue sensually wrapping around Liza's. The kiss seemed to go on for hours. When Liza finally pulled away, Hanna was breathing heavy, her breasts heaving. She felt her lips tingling and she had a delicious tingle between her legs as well. She didn't know what was going on, but she loved the feeling. She wanted more. Liza sat there looking smug. Hanna's cheeks were flushed and her chest was rising and falling rapidly. If she had to guess, she would say that Hanna enjoyed it. If she thought about it, she realized that she had always wanted this. For as long as she could remember, she had had a crush on Hanna. And she absolutely loved little Joshua. She always wanted to be a part of the family, in more ways than just friendship. Without waiting for permission, Liza leaned over and kissed Hanna again, slightly harder now. This time, Hanna responded almost immediately. She couldn't think straight. How could she like this? It wasn't possible, she wasn't a lesbian. She liked guys, not girls. She groaned as Liza pushed her shirt up and ran her hands up her sides to just under her ribcage. She wanted Liza to touch her so badly. More than she ever wanted anything in her life. She fisted one hand in Liza's hair and she ran the other hand under Liza's shirt, tentatively at first but growing bolder as she felt the warm skin under her fingertips. Liza pulled back from the kiss with a gasp as Hanna's fingers stroked the underside of her breast. Growing bolder by the sounds Liza was making, Hanna kissed down the side of her neck, listening to her moan. Nibbling lightly on Liza's collarbone made the woman gasp out loud. Hanna got bolder and leaned back to pull Liza's shirt off. Her breath caught in her throat as she took in the sight in front of her. Liza was beautiful. Her long blonde hair fell in soft waves, gently caressing the tops of her already erect nipples. Her waist was tiny and her stomach flat. Pressing a small kiss to the swell of her breast, Hanna leaned down and took a nipple into her mouth, gently sucking to see what reaction she would get. "Oh Hanna," Liza moaned loudly as Hanna nibbled lightly. Emboldened by Liza's moans, she sucked harder, pulling the nipple into her mouth to caress it with her tongue. Liza clutched the back of her head to encourage Hanna, who had moved on to the other breast to give them the same treatment. Kissing her way back up to Liza's mouth, she massaged her slightly wet breasts with her hands. Liza groaned and pushed Hanna backwards. Hanna's back hit the floor with a slight thud. She barely had time to orient herself with this change of position before Liza was on top of her, kissing her passionately. Hanna realized that her pussy was throbbing with need. She was extremely wet. Liza broke their kiss to take off Hanna's shirt as well. Hanna pulled her back down for a kiss, pressing their breasts together. The friction felt so good, their breasts rubbing together, their nipples stroking each other. Hanna was scratching up and down Liza's back, needing to feel every inch of her beautiful body. Liza kissed down Hanna's neck and chest, pausing briefly to give attention to Hanna's nipples and navel. She reached the top of her friend's jeans and looked up at her face to see if she was going to be turned away. When Hanna only moaned and pushed her hips up, Liza unbuttoned her jeans and pulled both them and Hanna's panties off her hips. In one word, Hanna was beautiful. She was completely shaven with puffy lips that protruded slightly. Feeling Liza's gaze on her, Hanna whimpered quietly, raising her hips in open invitation. Leaning down, Liza ran her tongue from the bottom of her slit to the top where she located her clit. The minute her tongue touched the little button, Hanna gasped loudly and bucked her hips up wildly. Liza grabbed Hanna's hips and held them down as she began exploring her friend's pussy. Every lick elicited moans and whimpers from Hanna. Getting turned on herself, Liza pulled back briefly to pull her own pants off. Hanna cried out loud when Liza pulled away but nearly screamed when Liza fastened her mouth back on her. Liza began to rub herself with one hand, while inserting two fingers into Hanna's wet pussy. She fastened her mouth onto Hanna's clit and flicked her tongue while occasionally sucking. Hanna's moans only urged her on further and further as she neared her climax. "Oh yes Liza! Right there. Harder, harder, harder... Ohh yes." Hanna moaned breathlessly. "I'm so close Liza. So close. Ohhhh...I'm gonna come Liza. Yes baby, yes." Looking down, Hanna got even more turned on as she saw that Liza was playing with herself. She wanted to do that to her friend. She had the right to do it. Abruptly stopping her friend, Hanna pushed a shocked Liza backwards and climbed on top of her. Kissing her fiercely, Hanna began to grind their hips together. The friction, the delicious feeling of their wet, sweaty bodies rubbing together. Hanna suddenly turned around and put her pussy right on Liza's face. A little scared, she cautiously licked Liza's pussy. To her amazement, Liza had a sweet taste that she couldn't get enough of. She plunged her tongue into Liza's hole, lapping at her sex. Hanna could feel Liza's moans against her pussy as she got closer and closer to the edge. "Ohhhh! Mmmm" With a loud moan, both girls came simultaneously. Hanna turned around, kissing her tired friend one last time, licking around her lips, enjoying the taste of herself on her friend's tongue. Panting, Liza picked Hanna up and carried her to the bedroom. Collapsing onto the bed, Hanna cuddled up to Liza's side, running her hands up and down her stomach. "Hanna...?" Liza ventured after a few minutes. "Hmm?" Hanna mumbled sleepily. "I love you..." Hanna was shocked for a minute, but she realized that she loved her best friend too. More than she should love a friend. For the first time in her life, she didn't think about Kevin as she had sex. Sex with Liza just felt.....right. "I love you too Liza." With a contented sigh, Liza cuddled Hanna closer to her and they fell asleep entwined with each other. More than Friends Abby- We had been talking for hours, sitting on his bed as good friends do. Patrick and I have been friends since grade school- he used to tug on my pigtails and in return I'd chase him during tag. As we grew older, nothing could separate us. We were the best friends that everyone thought were dating. This lasted all through high school, and even during college. But things were never romantic with us..until now, as we sat in his apartment, on his cushioned bed like so many times before. Gradually an electric charge began to overtake me. I felt a burning desire to touch him. To reach out and feel that smooth face, and hard defined abs...maybe a bit more. In a burst of sexual boldness, I crossed the small distance between us on the small bed and caught him up in a dominating kiss. I took the offense, pressing my soft, supple lips on his and I leaned him down on the bed. While kissing, I ran my hands across his body, feeling every feature, memorizing the feel of his skin on mine and his tongue running across my lips. I began to straddle him and as I pressed my hips into his, I could feel his bulge. Absolutely throbbing. I suppose that made me entitled to a bit of pride so I began getting even bolder. I tugged his shirt off and brought his hands to my covered breasts. As he grabbed the soft tissue, I kept up my grinding until the anticipation was too much to bear. I began to unbutton his pants. As my nervous fingers fumbled with his jeans, his hands were sure and steady as he massaged my breasts. He began to lift up my shirt slowly, savoring the feeling as he ran his hands along my waist. Once my bra was off, he was even more adept at working me down, managing to get little moans in the back of my throat. In such ecstasy I almost forgot my job. This was HIS turn for pleasure. I was soon back to my job, sliding him out of those pants. How could I help myself? I was always a bit of a tease. So when he was down to his boxers, I decided it couldn't hurt if I traced my fingers lightly above the band. It drove him wild, just as expected. He tangled his hand in my hair and forcefully kissed me, wishing me to continue. When he was about to really go crazy, I gave in. Slowly I inched off his boxers, exposing a nice hard cock. Mmmh. He was perfect. In every way of the word- I couldn't even begin to describe how much the mere sight of him made me wild. I was so ready, so wet, so eager to do it that I had to pace myself. My will was strained as I began to touch him. Couldn't we just skip this initial stuff and get to the fucking? No, Abby, this was his turn. This was Patrick's turn to be pleasured. So I simply took his member in my hand and teased him a bit more by caressing him- lightly and slowly. Up and down I stroked, watching the expression on his face as he became more and more greedy. I decided to end his pain. Reaching down, I quickly licked his member. This fleeting licks soon turned into full on sucking, feeling his soft flesh against my cheeks and tongue as I gave him as much pleasure as I was capable of. He was about to burst within minutes Patrick- I let out a quick gasp as her mouth enveloped my waiting cock, the cold air on my skin paired with her warm, wet mouth sent shivers of pleasure throughout my body. I could barely keep quiet as her tongue licked and swirled around my member, I ran my hand through her hair, then I began slowly moving my hips and guiding her head, down onto my cock. After a couple minutes I couldn't control myself anymore, but I knew I wouldn't let myself finish now. I pulled my cock out of her mouth with a little *pop* and picked her up and flipped her over. I went to her neck, kissing, licking and sucking my way slowly down her neck and chest. I ran my hands all over he amazing body, feeling up every curve and dip. I worked my way down to her belly and began to unbutton her pants Abby- He was so sure, so confident with his motions; he had me on my back, legs spread and I didn't even have time to think about his scent filling me or the feel of his shoulders under my fingertips as I waited for "it". The big event. I watched as he pulled down my panties, and made that little face I love so much. His little "kid in a candy store" face that drove me wild. I could see the lust in his eyes and quickly, I reached in his bedside table, pulled out a condom and had him covered before you could say "Prevention" That was it, everything lead up to now, and I watched his eyes and was met with a moment of pain- followed by a remaining sense of bliss. He was so hard, his cock absolutely pulsing with desire, much like I was as I began to move my hips against his, inching his member deeper into me. The feeling of sex- how can I describe it? The warm feel of each others skin, letting wave and wave of pleasure reverberate to your core. As he thrusted, and I moved with him, a rhythm developed. Every motion was timed, even our short breathing and occasional (maybe more than occasional for me) moans and gasps filled the air much like his throbbing member was filling me. I could see the pleasure in the way his eyes shone I remember thinking "I wish this moment could last forever" but as most good things, it could not. We kept at it for as long as possible, trying different ways we've heard of- fast and rough, slow and passionate, doggie style, missionary- you name it we did it. Every change brought a new type of pleasure. Finally we could feel the intensity build and soon we were both climaxing. Patrick- I woke up the next morning, instinctively reaching across the bundled sheets for her, to feel her smooth skin and caress her. Instead I found a piece of notebook paper with her neat, flowing cursive on it. "Patrick, Good morning, you wonderful man. I couldn't wake you this morning; you were too peaceful. I have to get to work, but I promise to be over at 4. I'll buy some condoms too- be prepared to get our money's worth. Love always, Abby" 'I could get used to this,' thought Patrick. More Than Friends James was sitting on the table at the party, chatting and smiling at friends as everyone picked through the pile of crawfish spread on the newspaper. I was able to watch him from a distance for a few seconds before I had to go back with the beers. He smiled and took his beer, his fingers resting maybe a little too long against my own before the cold glass slid from my hand. I knew I was reading too much into things, but I had given in to the fact of having a crush on my best friend more than a year ago. I was jolted from my thoughts when Amanda slid into his lap and laid an over-the-top kiss on his lips. Those lips I had longed to kiss had been hers for the entire year I had been left pining for him. She looked at me and smiled, unaware of my thoughts as she grabbed one of the small crustaceans from the table and noisily slurped the fat from the head before easily slipping the tail meat out of the shell. My nose wrinkled as I set my beer down, "Ugh, how can you do that?" "What, suck the heads?" She asked. "Yeah, it's so gross." I split three crawfish in half and pushed the heads her way. "You've just never tried it," she took the heads and offered a couple to James, but I knew he wouldn't do it. She pouted at him for not trying and then took them all for herself. "I've tried it," James said. "And I agree with Jesse. The fat is only good for cooking." I ate a handful more of the tasty red creatures before downing my beer. The whole town seemed to have turned out for the picnic lunch party, and everyone looked to be having a blast. Amanda was trying to convince James to try the head fat and he was almost laid back across the table trying to avoid it. I rolled my eyes, "I think I'm going to go, guys." James sat up and waved the offending crawfish head away from his face, "Why? It's only one. We can't eat all of this by ourselves." As if on cue, another pot of crawfish was dumped out on the table and a crowd of people wandered over to the fresh food. "My dad packed me a couple coolers to take home. You'll just have to come over and help make etouffee in a few days." It was Amanda's turn to wrinkle her nose, "That's too much work even if the etouffee is divine." I wasn't inviting you, I thought to myself as I smiled. "I'm making pork chops beforehand so we don't eat all the crawfish." They mocked me with whining voices as I walked back toward my truck. I hadn't been kidding when I said my dad had packed two coolers. They took up most of the bed of the vehicle. I'd have enough tail meat to feed a small army, and the worst part was I'd get to shell it all on my own tonight. *~*~*~* It was almost nine o'clock by the time I was done peeling both ice chests full of mud bugs. My hands ached, but I looked at the vacuum sealed packages of tail meat and the freezer jars filled with fat and knew it was all worth it. I had spent the time thinking about James and how much I hated the fact that he was still with Amanda. She didn't pay attention to him unless she wanted something, and he couldn't see it. The knock at the door interrupted my fantasies and mental complaints and I went to see who it was. I gasped when James stumbled in reeking of alcohol and sweat. "Jesus tap dancing Christ, James. What the hell happened after I left?" He almost fell on top of me when he had to stop to look at me, "Shit, Jesse. You know you're closest to the bar. I thought I could come here and take a power nap." He smiled and lurched into the kitchen from the door. "Awww, you already packed up all the crawfish. I was gonna help wit' that." "James, go sit on the couch," I stepped around him to reach under the sink and get the small trash can that I kept handy for just such moments. I had to push him toward the living room, but he finally stumbled away and collapsed on the couch. He was passed out before I got the trash can near his head, just in case. My phone chirped from the kitchen and I went to check my messages. I had a couple drunk texts from James, which was about standard for a Saturday night, and one recent one from Amanda. Hey gurl! I told James 2 go 2 ur house. Hesz drunk and im goin out. I sighed and didn't bother replying. Maybe she would sleep at one of her other friends houses and I wouldn't have to deal with her as well as James. Grabbing a book, I curled up on the recliner while James started to snore. --- I had fallen asleep on the chair when I felt someone touching my face. I swatted at them and tried to get back to my dreams, but they wouldn't go away. James was sitting on the arm of the chair when I finally opened my eyes to glare at the hand that had woken me. "You talk to me in your sleep, you know that?" Shit, what had I said? I had been dreaming about him again. Hopefully I hadn't said anything too embarrassing. "What did I say?" "Oh, just that I was drunk and I better not throw up on your floor. I didn't, by the way. I made it in the bucket." He seemed really sober compared to when he had entered my house, and I glanced at the clock on the wall. It was six in the morning. I groaned and tried to go back to sleep. "Oh no, you don't. Get up and go to bed. I'll crash on the couch until it's a decent hour to leave." "You don't have to stay out here," I gasped after the words left my mouth, and covered my face with my hands. Had I really just said that? James looked at me as he stood. his brown eyes soft as he smiled at my shock and embarrassment. He knelt in front of me and pulled my hands away from my face and held them in his own rough ones. Slow and tentative, as though he were scared, he reached out and touched my face again. His thumb skimmed lightly over my bottom lip and I shivered. With a sigh that was almost a groan he slid his hand behind my neck and pulled me to him. His lips were softer than I had imagined, and my body started to warm in response. The kiss deepened as he ran his tongue over my lips and I opened for him. I sucked on his bottom lip and he did moan that time, pressing me into the back of the seat as he insinuated himself between my knees. He broke the kiss with a curse and stood back up. "I have to go, Jesse. We shouldn't do this. I'm sorry." The words cut me like a knife and I cringed when the door slammed shut. I curled into the chair and cried myself back to sleep. *~*~*~* The next few days passed and I didn't see James at all. Once, I saw Amanda coming out of the small grocery store with puffy eyes as though she'd been crying but I thought nothing of it. The kiss James and I had shared still haunted me. Just the thought of it would bring the feelings rushing back, but then I would remember his words as he left and I would be near tears again. Almost two weeks later I was bartending for a little extra cash when James walked in with a couple friends. He looked at me briefly, but then it was as though he took great pains not to meet my eyes. One of the other guys would always get the beer orders, and I found myself wondering if maybe he hadn't enjoyed the touch as much as I thought he had. Maybe it had all been in my head. By the end of the night I had convinced myself that he had hated it, that I had initiated the contact, and I was slamming the doors to the beer coolers shut with every order. When I slammed the register so hard it nearly fell off the bar back, the owner came over and told me I needed a break. "Go out to the beer garden and escape for a bit. You're too wound up, girl." Kathy was one of the few people that knew about my feelings for James, and she had warned me that going too far could have horrible repercussions on both of us. I sat at one of the plastic tables, lay my head on my arms, and stared at the roses creeping up the side of the decrepit building next door. The door to the bar opened with a wash of sound and I looked up to see James standing there. "Jesse..." he started and floundered. I knew he wasn't drunk. He had only had three beers while he sat and listened to his buddies talk, not adding much to their conversations. I put my head back down on my arms and tried my best not to cry. Do not let him see you cry. It will only be worse if he knows you cared. As composed as I was going to be, I looked back up at him. He had moved closer to the table, but he was still several feet away on the other side. "Jesse, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have left like I did," his soulful brown eyes showed his pain, and I choked back a sob. He moved around the table and sat in a chair in front of me, taking my hands into his. "I love you, more than I'll admit to even myself most of the time. But I don't want to jeopardize what we already have as friends if it doesn't work out." The tears were running freely down my face when the door to the bar slammed open and Amanda rushed through. "You bastard! I knew it! You slept with her, didn't you? Is that why you broke up with me? So you could be with your whore?!" James stood up as Amanda ran at me, catching her around the waist and hauling her back toward the bar. She kicked and clawed as she spat her accusations, screaming at both of us until Kathy came out with Curtis and they carried her off. I could hear Amanda, still screaming, as she was told to leave the bar and not come back until she could handle herself like an adult. For a moment, I thought she might try to climb the privacy fence between the beer garden and the street, but she walked away, crying. I almost felt bad for her, but I knew she hadn't loved James like she claimed. I watched silently as James walked back to the table and sat down again with a sigh. He had red scratches on his arms and an angry pink handprint where she had landed a slap. "Shit, I didn't think she'd be here tonight. She usually goes out of town with friends on the weekends." When I started to say something, he held up a hand, "Don't bother telling me you told me she was only using me for certain things. I know. She's been fucking her way through several towns while we were together, and only came to me when she needed money. I should have listened to you from the beginning, but I didn't and that's my fault." "You couldn't have known she would sleep around," I tried to sound nice, but sleeping around was the least of her offenses. "No, you called it. I broke up with her the same morning I left your house. Not because of the kiss or anything, but because Bobby had told me all about their night together after I left the bar." "So, what now?" "I don't know. Like I said, I don't want to lose your friendship," he looked at me. "I'd love to explore where this might go, but I think it would break me if it didn't work." He looked so forlorn sitting there, spilling his heart out, that I had to smile at him. I threw my arms around his neck, "I'd like to see where it leads, too." --- We walked back to my house after I closed up the bar and cleared the till for the next night. As soon as we were on my porch, I turned and hugged my arms around his waist. "What was that for?" "For being you. For not leaving me to wonder if I had done something wrong. For having the same thoughts as me." His lips found mine and he reached around to open the door. We stumbled into the living room and I almost fell, breaking the kiss, and laughing we walked to the bedroom. There, he stopped me and kissed me thoroughly, leaving me sighing against his chest as he ran his thumbs under the thin straps of my shirt and down my arms. I shivered as his touch tickled along my ribs and back, loving the look in his eyes when he saw me standing in my bra and jeans with my shirt shoved down around my hips. He guided me back to my bed and I lay back against the quilt as his hands started to explore. My hips arched against his hands as he loosened the buttons and fly of my jeans and slid them and the shirt down my legs and over my feet, taking my flats with them to be left on the floor. Holding himself up on his forearms, he bent down and kissed me. I moaned and arched against him, the roughness of his jeans rubbing against my core as I spread my thighs around his hips. He kissed my chin and down my neck to nibble along my collar bones before dipping to my breasts. With one finger he pulled the top of my bra down to expose one nipple to his seeking mouth and I gasped as fire ignited low in my belly at the sensation of his tongue on my sensitive flesh. I arched against him and held his head to my chest as he reached behind me to unfasten the hooks of my bra and toss it to the side. With my breasts bared before him he moaned and continued to lick and suck the nipples until I was crying out under him. He lifted himself up and looked down at me, "I know you've had boyfriends before, Jesse, but have you ever actually had sex?" I shook my head. It had been one of the main reasons they all broke up after a few months. I never felt right with any of them beyond some heavy petting. James had never known the real reasons for all of the break-ups. Sure, I had cried on his shoulder for most of them, but I had never really explained why. "We'll go slow. If you want to stop, just say the word." "I don't want to stop." He kissed me again as he slid my panties down my hips and traced his fingers over my thigh. I sighed against him as his finger moved over my lower lips, sending tingles through my body and making my hips move against his hand. Finally, he dipped the finger into my folds and ran it in circles around my opening and then up over my clit. My head fell back and I moaned as his rough skin moved over my center. His finger left me and I whimpered, wanting him to touch me again, as he stood and pulled my panties the rest of the way off. I watched as he pulled a foil-wrapped condom from his wallet and then stepped out of his jeans and pulled his shirt over his head. His muscles rippled as he moved and I couldn't help but stare at his erection. I had seen only one of my former boyfriends naked before, but he hadn't been nearly this large. James's penis stood out from his body as he rolled the condom over the head to the base. He climbed back on the bed, but instead of crawling up my body like I had expected he bent between my thighs and wrapped his hands around my hips. His eyes met mine moments before his tongue slipped between my lips to flick over my clit. I gasped and reached up to hold onto the headboard as waves of sensation washed over my body, centering on my vagina and rolling outward to overwhelm me. He moved slowly, his tongue roaming over my opening and pushing a little inside me before moving back to my clit. At first he just licked along my slick depths, but then started to wrap his lips around my clit and suck at the apex of each circuit. A long moan left my throat as he continued to lick and suck my now swollen womanhood before he moved to kiss my thighs. He rested his cheek on my thigh and slid a finger along my slit, making me gasp and squirm. His other hand squeezed down on my hip to keep me still as his tongue returned to my sex. I was moaning and thought for sure the pleasure would make me explode when he slid a finger into me. The pain was sharp, but it was quickly swept away as he continued to suck my clit. He moved the finger inside me and I moved my hips against him as pressure started to build in my abdomen. I reached down and tangled my hand in his hair as he slid his finger in and out of me with the same rhythm his tongue had on my clit. He pulled his finger from me and then I felt the pressure as he returned with two fingers. The pressure built quickly and then exploded over me in a wash of ecstasy as I cried out and bucked against him. He held onto my hips with both hands now as I fisted my hands in his hair and tried to move his mouth from my clenching vagina. My thighs clasped over his head and I curled around him as the orgasm continued to flash through me with every flick of his tongue. When all I could do was whimper, he let go of my hips. I relaxed my grip on his hair so he could move up my body. He knelt between my thighs and massaged both of my breasts as I moaned and writhed along the mattress. Then he lowered his body against mine and slid along my still twitching sex until I moaned and lifted my hips to his. "I can still stop," he whispered with his lips right against my ear. "No. Please don't stop." He reached between our bodies and positioned the head of his penis at my opening. The pain was just as sharp as it had been with his fingers, but this time there was nothing to temper it as I gasped and cried out. James filled me entirely and then stopped moving, kissing me until the pain subsided and I just felt full. When he started moving in me I wrapped my legs around his hips and squeezed, the pain of it slowly fading out to pleasure. I clenched my muscles around him and he moaned into my shoulder. "I'm not going to last if you keep doing that, Jesse." His voice was low and husky and I moved against him a bit more just to hear the sounds he made. He wrapped his arms around me as he started to move faster, grunting and moaning as he got close to his own climax. I held onto him as his thrusts started to rock the bed and soon we were both moaning. With a loud moan he held himself as far into me as he could and I could feel him jerking inside me as he came. I kissed him as he slid out of me, and then watched as he removed the condom and looked for a place to put it. Finally, he went to the bathroom and must have dropped it in the wastebasket there. He returned and we slid under the blankets together. James traced circles over my back and kissed my shoulders and neck as we both drifted off to sleep. Author's Note: All comments and feedback are welcomed. Please vote and let me know what you thought of my story! More Than Friends This freshman effort at a viable story is dedicated to a very special friend. Perhaps we'll get a few ideas? Let me know if you'd like me to write more stories. Thank you for reading! They'd been friends for over a year - meeting at work and enjoying a close, open friendship. They were always able to talk candidly with each other about sex and their partners that had come and gone. They found it easy to share confidences and ask each others opinions. Recently a new tension was present between Kara and Aaron. Kara wrote it off to healthy curiosity as she began to look at Aaron and wonder about his appetites and how he would react to Kara's "changed" interest in him. Kara hadn't seen that day's opportunity coming, but she sure wasn't going to waste it!! Aaron stood immobile before her. He had just removed his shirt after cutting the yard on a hot, blustery southern day when Kara walked into his garage to return the drill she had borrowed. His well-defined chest was bare and his breathing short and quick with his recent exertions. Kara threw caution to the wind and took the two steps forward that put her only a breath away from Aaron. Reaching out with her right hand she pressed her palm to Aaron's pounding heart and paused. She closed her eyes and felt his heartbeat, waiting to see if Aaron would object. When he didn't, Kara slowly moved her hand to caress his chest and brushed his nipple. Aaron drew in a sharp breath, but made no move to stop her. Kara opened her green eyes and met his blue ones. He smiled and a mischievous glint appeared in his eyes encouraging her to go on. Kara took one final step forward placing her clothed body firmly against his partly nude one and wrapping her arms around his waist. She placed a hand on each cheek of his ass and gave a teasing squeeze. Kara moved into a full-body hug. Running both her hands up from his waist, she cupped his shoulder blades and move up to caress his neck and shoulders. Aaron's breathing sped up even more and Kara could feel his hardening cock pressing between them. OK, so this was definitely a good reaction, right? Pressing her lips over his heart, Kara mimicked what she had first done with her hands as she licked over the mound of his left chest and stopped to worry and lick his nipple. A deep throated groan from Aaron told her she was not going to have to worry about being stopped. Kara let her instincts and hunger for Aaron take over. Slowly, Kara nibbled and licked over Aaron's beautiful abs. Lathing and worshiping him as she enjoyed feeling his muscles twitch in reaction. She moved over his abdomen right to left kissing and licking above the waistband of his gym shorts. She moved slowly right to left and back again purposely letting her chin rub over and teasing the head of his rock hard cock. Kara looked up into Aaron's eyes as she moved to kneel on the matting on his garage floor. His eyes widened a little in surprise and Aaron looked quickly out over her shoulder to the outside. With a quick hand on her shoulder, Aaron leaned over to his work bench and hit the remote there to close the garage door. As the door slide down into place, Aaron returned to his previous stance in anticipation. The garage was darkened and cooler and oh so quiet. Kara could hear Aaron's breathing rasp as she stood and pulled her t-shirt over her head and reached to unclasp her bra. Her 42DD breasts tumbling from the satin cups. Laying her shirt and bra on his bench, Kara began to lick and nibble Aaron's right shoulder blade then, his left. Her nipples pebbled and hard rubbing against Aaron's chest. Aaron tried to reach his hands up to cup her breasts but Kara gently pushed each of his hands back down to his sides with hers. In a hunger inspired move, Kara balanced holding onto Aaron's hands and moved down his body pressing and dragging her hardened nipples over his abdomen. She squatted and moved down to his waist enclosing the head of his hard cock between her breasts. The silky nylon cloth of his gym shorts gave sweet friction as Kara dallied there for a few moments exciting Aaron as she held her breasts together around his erection and rubbed up and down. After a few moments, Kara kneeled again on the floor mat and reached up with a hand at each side of his waist to drag his gym shorts down over his hard cock. As Aaron's erection sprang from his shorts, Kara dragged his shorts slowly down his legs and teasingly licked at the head of his cock as it bounced while the shorts descended Aaron's legs. Aaron finally stepped out of his shorts and looked into Kara's eyes again. Kara smiled as she reached to cup his balls and brought her hungry mouth to nibble the underside of his cock from base to tip looking him in the eye the entire time. A humming groan tore from Aaron as he watched Kara devour the tip of his cock running her tongue over, under and around just the tip while she gently but firmly caressed his balls. Kara backed away for a second, wetting her lips, then she slowly licked the head of his dick and moved up the length of his cock swallowing and humming as she moved. Her hot, wet mouth sucked and her tongue swirled along and around his hard, pulsing length. Aaron couldn't keep his hands at his sides any longer. He grabbed handfuls of Kara's long red hair and moved to control her strokes up and down his cock. She took him to his base, all eight inches down the back of her throat. Swallowing making the muscles of her throat massage his cock. She alternated between sucking and stroking in long, slow lengths up and down his cock worrying the pulsing veins and then drawing back to suck in shorter strokes focusing and concentrating her attention around the sensitive head of his cock. Pausing from sucking his cock, Kara took Aaron's ball sack into her mouth and gently suckled and rolled her tongue as Aaron groaned and bit his lip, his head falling back and his hands back at his sides. Running a moistened finger behind his balls and towards his ass, Kara hungered to taste Aaron's cum. His balls tightened and moved up. Kara again took Aaron's throbbing dick into her mouth and started to suck at a faster pace. Again, Aaron dragged his hands into Kara's silky hair and began to thrust into her mouth, hoarse cries pulling from him as he drew out each stroke almost painfully. Kara met his thrusts with sucking and licking and swallowing as Aaron's groans became louder. His pace quickened and he thrust deep into her throat. Kara took each stroke as she pushed forward from her knees. She dropped one hand down to rub her clit through her own dampened shorts, the other hand guided his cock thrusts in and out of her mouth. With a renewed cry, Aaron thrust even harder, his muscles tensing one-by-one from his thighs to his ass as his balls burned with the cum aching to erupt into Kara's sweet, hot mouth. Kara's moistened finger left rubbing her clit and moved up behind Aaron's balls. As he thrust hard and deep down her throat Kara hummed and sucked and gently pushed with her finger just outside the entrance to Aaron's ass. Aaron's cum spewed hotly down Kara's hot throat as he shouted and cussed. Kara swallowed and sucked then gentled to licking as she withdrew back down Aaron's softening cock, his balls now loose and heavy. Aaron's breathing was raspy and hard as he looked down at Kara her right hand on his left thigh. She smiled shyly and looked away with a blush blooming over her cheeks as she stood. When Kara moved toward the bench and her clothes, Aaron made his move. He moved behind Kara and put his arms around her and cupped her breasts. He rolled her nipples between his finger tips and Kara leaned back into Aaron's chest. As Aaron pinched and rolled her nipples sparks of excitement ran straight to her already excited pussy. Aaron's hands moved slowly down Kara's abdomen rubbing and massaging towards the waistband of her shorts. Pushing her shorts down, Aaron stepped back and turned Kara to face him. Aaron moved the shorts down her legs moved to kneel in front of Kara. Gently pushing Kara back to lean on the bench, Aaron finished removing her shorts and gently spread her legs to a wider stance. With a smile Aaron nibbled up Kara's thighs to the apex of her pussy. With a deep lathe of his tongue, he licked and nibbled gently over her clit while circling with his finger around the outside of her pussy slit. Kara's hot, sweet pussy juices wet his finger. Already excited, Kara was panting and thrusting her hips forward trying to get his finger to enter and fill her. With renewed energy, Aaron licked and rolled his tongue over her clit then started licking with longer strokes from her clit down to her pussy. Then he concentrated on licking around her slit while pumping one finger then two inside her. As Kara's excited cries and moans accelerated, Aaron added a third finger and began to thrust with greater force and speed deeper into Kara's pussy. As his fingers found that sweet spot just inside her pussy and Aaron began to rub it in circles, he returned to licking her clit. Over stimulated, Kara began thrusting her hips and with moaning cries she tensed then her orgasm crashed over her cumming from the inside and the outside at the same time. Aaron slowed his movements and gentled Kara as her muscle spasms slowly subsided leaving her limp and smiling. With a smile they stood. Kara grabbed her bra and with shaking hands started to dress. Aaron stepped up and helped her complete the clasps at her back. As Kara pulled on her t-shirt, Aaron was stepping back into his shorts. With a quick look around and a nod from Aaron, Kara hit the button that raised the garage door. The entire time they had not spoken a coherent word. Communicated only through looks, touch and moaning expressions of excitement. With a smile, Kara indicated the drill lying on Aaron's bench. "Thanks for letting me borrow the drill." Aaron smiled back at her, "You're welcome." "See you at work tomorrow?" "Yep, bright and early!" was Aaron's response. With a quick hug, they parted and Kara headed home while Aaron started sweeping his garage. Each of them with a huge smile on their faces and new adventures being planned. More Than Friends "I should get going so you can go to bed." Bayard started to rise but she put her hand out. "Please don't. I don't feel sleepy yet. If you're not here I'll just dwell on everything and get upset. Yell at me some more to take my mind off things." She smiled at him and patted his hand. He turned his hand over and clutched hers tightly as he leaned in and kissed her mouth. Evie was surprised by the warmth of his lips, and her mouth parted automatically to take his lower lip between hers. He let go of her hand and reached behind her, sliding one hand down her spine while the other held the back of her neck. She leaned into him as her lips opened and his tongue flicked into her mouth, tasting not unpleasantly of rum. She worried that it had been a while since she'd last brushed her teeth, but put her mind firmly back into the present situation. Bayard slipped his hand under the edge of her shirt and drew her closer to him. Her head tilted upwards and she rose on her knees to meet his lips from a better angle. He pulled her towards his chest until she was touching him from knees to face. She could feel his hard body again her chest, and couldn't help squirming closer to him. He made a small gasping noise as the stroked the front of his pants and then lightly ran her hands along the edge of his belt. She wasn't quite sure where this was going but she knew she wanted to see more of him so she pulled the edge of his shirt up to his shoulders. He grabbed at his shirt and threw it off as she ran her hands over his naked chest. He placed his hands over her breasts and his thumbs found her nipples, rubbing them lightly over her clothes and then harder as she smothered a gasp into his neck. She leaned back and pushed his hands away momentarily so she could remove her t-shirt and drop it onto the floor. She grabbed his hands and moved them from her hips back to her breasts as she met his mouth again. Bayard's hands fumbled at her waist band, sliding her pajamas down to her hips while she opened his belt buckle and unzipped his pants. She was surprised that he was so lightly haired. For some reason she had thought that he would be very hairy, but his chest was almost bare except for the light line from his stomach down. He bent over to remove his boots. Suddenly he lifted her from the couch and carried her to the bed. She managed to remove her pajama bottoms while he laid her down. He muttered "I haven't waited so long for this to waste it on an uncomfortable couch", as he pushed his pants off and then loomed above her on the bed. Naked, she felt the late night air find its way through the curtains and she shivered. He looked at her for a moment in concern until she lifted her hand to his arm and drew him closer. It was too dim in the room to see him as clearly as she wanted to, but she could feel his smooth skin when she wrapped her hand around him. She moistened her lips with the tip of her tongue and bent her head to take him into her mouth. She could feel herself getting slick and swollen as her tongue rolled over him. She squeezed him gently around his shaft and her mouth moved up and down while her tongue flicked the sensitive ridge on the underside. He moaned softly and stroked the hair over the back of her neck. He gasped and pulled away from her and she sat up in concern. "I want to be inside you." he whispered. She moved him until his back was against the headboard and then climbed to straddle him. He kissed her and stroked her breasts while she guided him inside her. It had been a while. She pushed thoughts of Erik firmly away, and put her hand lightly on Bayard's hard shoulders to steady herself. "You're so tense. You need a massage." she teased and he laughed quietly into her hair. As she slid down onto him, bit by bit, she gasped and enjoyed the sensation of tightness. He was pretty nicely sized, and she took her time to savour it. Then she moved up and down slowly as his breath came faster and he lifted her up slightly to tongue her nipples. She increased the speed of her rocking motion as her lips moved over his neck and chest. She inserted her hand between their bodies to stroke herself. His hands wrapped around her waist as he thrust his body deeper into hers and she came with a breathless gasp that clinched her insides and made her grip her hands on his shoulders tightly. Bayard came inside her then with a quiet moan and she felt hot wetness sliding down her inner thighs. She fell into his chest as his arms wrapped around her. He kissed the top of her head and whispered something but she didn't hear what it was. His body was like a furnace and she was grateful for the heat as the skin on her back and legs cooled. She wanted a blanket but didn't quite know how to get one without meeting his eyes. She was sobering up now to the reality that her relationship with Bayard was forever changed and she wasn't sure if she knew how that would be. She was afraid of losing her only friend, but also afraid of ruining what they had found together. Her high school intimacies, and whatever it was she had with Erik, had done little to guide her in this situation. She rolled off of his lap, curled up next to him and closed her eyes. She decided to sleep on it. She woke some time after dawn with Bayard asleep under the blanket beside her. He must have felt her wake up. He turned towards her and smiled dangerously. She smiled back and ran her hand along his heavily muscled arm. With a quick movement he rolled onto her and licked her neck. While she squirmed beneath him and giggled with delight he stoked her thighs, parted them and slid into her with a quick thrust. She made an undignified squeak that made him chuckle, and then increase his pace until she clutched at his back as she came. He wrapped his arms tightly around her until his own breath came faster and, and as he had his own finish, he bit her throat. "Sorry. Got carried away." he said quietly as he left the bed. She rubbed the spot on her neck. "That's ok. I didn't mind. It just wasn't expecting it." Bayard moved around the room, collecting his clothing. "I have to go out. Will you be ok today?" "Sure, of course. I've got some things to do around here. See you at dinner?" He nodded as he bucked his belt without looking at her and pushed his arms into his shirt. She was looking out the window, the blanket wrapped around her naked body, when she felt Bayard's hands on her arms. "Stay out of trouble." he said, and kissed her firmly on the head. She turned around, but he was already closing the door behind him.