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Best Friend's Girl

By: LukeP



She was always a straight girl and never looked at anyone else apart from her boyfriend Rob. Louise always slapped him playfully or got his attention back by kissing him whenever I used to make comments about other girls. He always used to tell me how they did it where and when. I didn't particularly want to know all of this but I didn't refuse to have the knowledge. She was as loyal as a sheep dog and never had eyes for anyone else apart from Rob. Louise was about 4ft 10, very short for a girl. Then she had 30 C breasts (I didn't find that out till later). She had black hair, brown eyes and a tan. She also had the cutest little face. I always got on with her on we weren't the best of friends but we got on well. The 3 of us were in the same year at university.

That all changed one night at the local nightclub Esquire. There were 4 of us going. Rob Louise Kerry and me. That night though Rob had a flu and Kerry had other arrangements. So rather than stay at home I took Louise down to the club. She was wearing a tight black dress and a blue leather jacket. She was looking mighty fine and I actually felt like fucking her then but then she is my best friend's girlfriend. We went to the pub first to have a couple of drinks. I got a Bacardi and coke for her and a Bud for me. We sat down and she started asking me questions about what rob has told me about their relationship, how does he talk of her and all that. I gave her the answers she wanted. Then she asked about me and I noticed throughout a major amount of flirting going on.

When we got to the club we started dancing and mucking around you know what normal people do. We had some more drinks and we were both merry. About 12 o'clock I got us another round and when I returned I saw hr being pestered by some bloke. As soon as I got there she flung her arms around me and claimed me to be her boyfriend she then gave a short sharp kiss on the lips. I went warm inside and he said, "I'll see you later bitch"

"Fuck you." I said

"Thanks Luke I needed help there."

"That's okay here's your drink."

The rest of the night went uneventful. Around 2 o'clock in the early morning the club was turning out and I said I'd go get the coats and she said she'd wait outside. 5 minutes later I appeared outside to look round and find Louise with her back up against the wall trying to fight off the thug that was making moves before. Without even thinking I run up and hit him as hard as I could. He fell to the floor and we ran round the corner.

"Luke yet again I don't know how to thank you."

At that point I lent down and kissed her gently on the lips. I pulled away to see her reaction. I was so nervous of what might happen. She smiled and pulled my head to hers and we kissed again but our mouths opened and her tongue slowly snaked into my mouth. I sucked on it and then returned the favour.

"Luke let's go back to your flat."

I stuck out my hand and called a cab over. 

"Henshaw tower please."

I was semi hard in the cab and we were feeling each other up and letting our tongues do the talking. I tried my luck and slipped my hand up her skirt to see how she would react.

I didn't get far before she said:

"Stop! Wait till we are in your flat"

Yes I thought we are getting somewhere. I suddenly went cold and though of Rob. She sensed this and reassured me.

"Cmon Lukey I want you to fuck me."

We arrived at my flat and within minutes. I undressed and was standing there naked with my bone pointing up at her. 

"Luke, I thought this might happen, so I was prepared."

"What?"

With that she pulled her straps over her shoulders and her dress dropped to the floor. This revealed her completely naked body. She was wearing no underwear and her firm tits were erect and her pussy hair was shaven into a nice inch thick line. I moved and kissed her. She lay down on the sofa and I rested on top of her. I ran my tongue down the centre of her body to her pussy and slowly slipped my tongue in her mice warm juicy pussy. I slowly pushed it in and moved it around. She groaned and pushed my head in further, until I was French kissing her pussy. I couldn't pull my head away because she was holding it there so I carried on letting my tongue to do work. By this time her juices were flowing and I wiped them off my chin with my middle finger so it was lubricated. I felt her ass and found her anus. Without haste I pushed my finger inside her anus. She jolted and groaned. Whether it was through pleasure or pain I will not know but I continued to lick and wiggle my middle finger. I carried this on for another couple of minutes until her body was tensing regularly. Without any warning she screamed "I'm cumming." I then felt and found her G-spot with my finger, and kept my other middle finger in her anus 

I had become very hard and was gagging to fuck her. After only a few seconds of fingering both of her holes she started to shake and twist. I wanted her to cum all in my mouth. But she then tightened all of her leg muscles and let out a high pitched scream. I pulled my fingers out and placed my mouth at her pussy lips. She was still shaking and screaming when she shot her cum all in my mouth. Then a small dribble appeared and I quickly licked it up. Tension then left her body and she just lay there limp and breathing heavy. I stood up and slung her over my shoulder. I carried her into my room and flung her on my bed. 

"That was the most awesome orgasm I've ever had. I can't express how much pleasure you just gave me. I don't have any energy left to fight you off spread me."

I then stood back and looked at Louise. Such a beautiful petite woman with a perfect figure smiling up at me with her own juices running down her leg and a very wet pussy, asking me to fuck her. I couldn't resist my cock took over my brain and I spread her. I could have cum right there and then but I held back. I moved in and placed my cock head on her pussy lips. I lent over and kissed her. She smiled and said:

"I've been wanting this for months. Fuck me the hardest you've ever fucked anyone before. I am tight, rip me open."

I couldn't believe my ears. Why did she want me to hurt her? I just obeyed. I grit my teeth and rammed it in my hardest. The whole bed shifted 6 inches back. She screamed in pain and then started screaming at me not to stop. Each time I rammed it in she let out an ear-piercing scream in pain. I was starting to enjoy it. So I kept ramming and I got into a rhythm. 

I grabbed her tits and dug my nails in. I kept ramming. She was still screaming in pain and she tensed up all her muscles as she orgasmed. I was ready to cum so I withdrew and climbed up to her head. Her breasts were now bleeding and as I turned round there was blood all down her legs. I screamed at her to open her mouth. She opened it and looked up at me. Just as I saw the tears running down her cheeks I cam in her mouth. I just kept on pumping and squirting my load all over her face. When I had finished I stood up and left her sobbing still spread wide.

I walked into the kitchen and grabbed some objects. I then pulled the video camera out of my draw. I walked back into my bedroom and there was Louise with one of my T-shirts mopping up the blood. 

"You split my pussy lips at the top of my cunt. It isn't too painful but my tits hurt like fuck."

"We ain't finished yet."

I pulled the 18-inch cucumber out my bag.

"I won't fit!"

"So we can try."

"9 inches is the most i've had in me."

I grabbed her. Kissed her and threw her onto my bed. She struggled but I slapped her and told her that I am going to fit it all in whether she wants me to or not, so she better spread wide AND RELAX.

"If you are going to film it make sure I get a copy. And I want close ups."

"You start it off, while I set up."

She spread herself wide and starting rubbing her clit. I was filming every minute of it. What she didn't know was that I was going to handcuff her to the bed and rape her tight ass. She eased 6 inches in and smiled for the camera. She kept rubbing her clit and easing it in. At around 10 inches she grimaced and said:

"It won't go any further!"

"It will. It's going into your womb."

"No, it hurts too much."

I slapped her and told her to shut up. I then slapped the cucumber and it moved in a 2 inches. Her eyes welled up and all her muscles tensed. 

"That feels so good."

On that note I eased in the last 6 inches and her pussy lips closed around the end of the cucumber. She started shaking again and I rubbed her clit. 

"You cunt. You fucking cunt. Oh fuck. Oh Luke, you god. I can't help it."

Louise was grabbing the sides of the bed waving her legs about. The end of the cucumber was now poking out, so I pushed it back in. She was still shaking and screaming. She suddenly stopped moving and screaming. She was just lying there limp with the end slightly visible. She had passed out through pleasure. This was my chance. I quickly zoomed in on her and I grabbed the handcuffs.

I turned her over and handcuffed her hands to the metal piped headboard so she was on all 4's with her ass poking up at me. I slapped her and she awoke. 

"Luke what are you doing? Uncuff me!"

I said nothing and slowly eased the cucumber out. She just groaned with pleasure. 

"Hey baby you ain't so tight any more. If you don't mind I think I might just rape your ass."

She went ballistic. She was screaming and trying to get the handcuffs off so I grabbed her hair and yanked her head back. 

"You struggle any more and I ain't gonna use vascleline."

"Luke no, I'm too tight."

"Oh dear no Vaseline."

I grabbed her ass and rammed it in. I felt her ass split. She let out a blood-curdling scream and was crying hysterically. I withdrew and blood ran all down the backs of her legs. I added vascleline to my cock which was already lubricated with shit, cum and blood. I slid it in and out and Louise drew a breath sharply. I got a good rhythm going and I grabbed her hair and yanked it. Her head flipped back and her eyes were rolled. She had long since passed out so I withdrew and crawled round to her face and shoved my cock in her mouth. She immediately awoke for air but found herself gagged by my cock. 

I was ready to cum so I crawled back round to her bleeding holes and slid my dick into her pussy and shot my load deep inside her cunt. I then started pumping again. It wasn't long before I shot another load. I withdrew and wiped my juice covered dick all in her face and hair. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. She looked up and smiled. It was my instinct to let her suck my love pole so I uncuffed her and I laid back. She was covered in blood from the waist down but was still horny. For the next 5 minutes I was in heaven. I had a beautiful, horny slave giving me the best head of my life.

I lifted her head up when I was about to cum and shot it all in her hair. I then scooped her up and dumped her in the shower. She took over from there. I returned to the camera and carried it through to the television and set it up to view. 

When she reappeared so was wearing only a towel and she dropped it onto the floor. She stood there naked and from behind her back pulled out my vibrator. She turned it on walked over and slouched down next to me. As I turned on the video she opened wide and slid it in.

"They are only small cuts."

I picked her up and placed her ass over my cock and let go. As she grimaced the picture on the TV appeared. 

"Luke, lets keep this our little secret."

As her ass muscles adjusted to my cock once more I thrust it all in and said:

"Our secret. Just between us and these walls."

Best Friend's Girl



One of the most frustrating things in life is lusting after your best friend's girl. Not only is she doing things with your best friend that you can only dream about, but you have to be in her company, bathe in her beauty, and never even touch her. 

Kyle hated being around her. Somehow his best friend John always seemed to find girls that were incredible in Kyle's eyes, pretty, smart, sexy, just like she was. All too frequently John didn't appreciate them though, something that didn't help Kyle's frustrations at all. Amber was the latest in a lengthening line of girlfriends John had introduced him to and then appeared to lose interest in after only a few weeks. A tall blonde administrator in a finance company with a winning smile and a fantastic figure, Kyle felt sorry for her not getting more of his friend's attention, but more than anything he wished she was his girl. 

John's girlfriends normally just disappeared, never heard of again as he moved on to the next one. Kyle often wished he had their numbers but some stupid macho gene stopped him from ever asking John for them. Enough was enough though and he vowed to change that. Seeing Amber every week and watching as she got less of John's attentions, he had already resolved to asked for her number when John stopped seeing her, macho gene or not. 

The night he got the call it was the last thing he as expecting. 

"Hi. Kyle? It's Amber." 

"Hi." He knew it was her voice, but couldn't imagine why she was calling. 

"Look," she sounded quite serious, "I know this sounds a bit strange, but do you think we could talk a little?" 

"Sure." He shrugged his shoulders even though she couldn't see him. "Go ahead." 

"I kind of meant, like, over a coffee or something." This time he caught a few notes of clandestine activity in her voice. "I'd... well, I'd like to talk to you about John. If that's okay with you?" 

They arranged to meet at a coffee shop near her apartment. Kyle took a quick shower and drove off to meet her wondering what it could be about. He wondered whether he should be meeting her at all, maybe he shouldn't be talking about John behind his back. When it was all said and done though, the prospect of spending an hour or two across the table from a beautiful girl and the fact that John was already losing interest in her cleared his conscience. 

Amber was dressed a little more casually than he was used to seeing her when they were out at a bar or somewhere. She had on a pink summer top that revealed a lot of skin and ample cleavage and when she stood up from her table to say hello Kyle saw that she was wearing a short powder blue skirt with a black belt. He kissed her cheek and hugged her loosely then asked if she wanted another coffee. She nodded, seemingly not quite able to start the conversation she wanted. 

While he waited for their drinks he frequently glanced over at the divine creature that apparently needed his help or advice. Amber's blonde hair hung around her shoulders, straight but full of body. Her face smiled naturally with bright, intelligent, eyes, bright teeth, full pink-tinted lips, a nose that curved perfectly and held up the blue-tinted frameless glasses she was wearing. Kyle had never seen her with glasses before and assumed that she wore contacts when they were out. They made his heart beat a little faster though; he had always had a "thing" for women in glasses. 

When he got back to the table they joked about how coffee was getting as expensive as alcohol and how coffee shops were getting more like bars every day. Kyle mentioned her glasses, complimented her on them and the small talk gradually died. 

"So, what's this about John then?" Kyle decided to save her the pain of bringing the subject up. 

Amber sipped at her drink, looking like she was delaying her answer just a little more. "Well," she paused to put the cup down, "I was just wondering if he'd said anything about me? Maybe said I'd done anything wrong?" Kyle shrugged and shook his head. "It's just that he seems to be... well, like he doesn't care for me too much anymore. He says he does, but he doesn't call and, you know, doesn't pay me much attention." 

Despite almost knowing that this was what she would want to talk about, it was Kyle's worst fear. Now what did he say? It was his turn to use his drink to delay his answer. "John doesn't say much about girlfriends." He started. "He hasn't said anything about you, certainly not that you've done something wrong or anything like that." 

At first Amber seemed a little disappointed in his answer, and then she smiled. "I guess that's good then. It's been hard to figure him out these last couple of weeks." 

Kyle watched the beautiful creature in front of him smile and wanted to tell her that this was all just normal behavior for his friend but he neither felt it was his place to break her heart, or rat out on John. "I thought you guys were getting on pretty good." 

"Yes." Amber smiled now. "He's been good for me. John's a nice guy and well, it's just been a lot of fun with him, up until the last week or two anyway." 

"I'm sure he'll be back to normal soon." Kyle lied for Amber's sake. 

"Yes." She looked down into her coffee, avoiding his eyes. "He hasn't said anything about, you know, not liking what we do... in bed." 

Kyle gave a small laugh, he hadn't been expecting that. "Er, no. He's never mentioned anything about that." The silence between them got a bit heavier as it hung around for almost a minute. "Of course," he laughed again, "now that you've mentioned there's something in that area you're worried about, you've got my curiosity meter peaking. Maybe you should tell me all about it." 

"No, I shouldn't, it's not..." 

He could tell that despite her reluctance to open up about it, she really wanted to. "Look, we're friends, right? It's okay. Tell me what it is. I won't discuss it with John, we don't talk about things like that." 

"You won't?" 

"Of course not." 

"Okay, I'll tell you." Amber shuffled her seat and moved a few inches closer to him across the table. "Well, we have this thing that we do, like, in bed, very intense, amazing really. It's probably been the best... sex I've ever had, with anyone. It was just something we started together and now John doesn't seem to want to do it anymore. I'm kind of worried he was going off me because I liked it so much and wanted to do it so often. I don't understand it. It was always really good for him too. He said so." 

I refrained from informing her that my friend might not have been completely truthful with her at times. "You still haven't told me what it is." 

Amber took a drink from her cup, sighed deeply and swallowed as she started to speak again. "We do this thing where we kneel on the bed together, naked, and... you know, like, masturbate each other." 

Kyle managed to refrain from his impulse answer of, "that's it?" Instead, he simply shrugged his shoulders and said, "Doesn't sound like something John would have a problem with. No big deal there." 

"Yes, but it was a big deal." Amber's eyes widened. "Maybe I didn't explain it right. We masturbate each other, but the whole time we're looking at each other, talking, kissing, touching. We're letting each other know what it feels like and making sure we know when each other is going to... you know, climax. That way we can make sure that we... cum at exactly the same moment. It's just so intense, amazing." 

He noticed an increase in the room temperature as she explained their sex to him. The image of a naked Amber kneeling in front of him had him reaching to the front of his pants for an adjustment as he twitched away from soft. "Sounds pretty amazing when you say it like that. I must try it sometime." 

"You've never done that?" Amber's jaw almost dropped. 

"No. Not exactly like that." 

"God, it's so amazing." She enthused. "Just about as close as you can get to someone, intimate, touching, so... together. I swear, it'll blow your mind when you're looking into that person's eyes when you both cum together. You have to try it." 

Kyle nodded, conscious that he needed to stand up and free the pressure that was building as he stiffened in the confines of his briefs. "I will." He laughed. "I promise." 

In hindsight, he didn't know where the words came from. He wasn't normally this brash, brave or stupid. But there, watching Amber tell him about the most intense sex she ever had, Kyle lost himself for just a few seconds and blurted out, "I don't suppose you'd like to show me?" 

Amber's face froze for just a second and as it sank into Kyle that he'd actually spoken it aloud, he felt the ground beneath him start to open up. 

"Do you mean... like... show you?" 

Given that Amber hadn't slapped him and the words were out there, Kyle nodded, his heart pounding like never before as he watched every tiny movement in her face. 

"You mean, we get on the bed and... do that for each other?" Amber confirmed. "Like, as in teach you how it works?" 

Kyle nodded as she appeared to consider the proposal. "I'm er, sorry if that's an inappropriate suggestion." 

It seemed like an eternity before she spoke again. "I suppose I could, if you really want to." 

"Amber," Kyle leaned forward and looked into her eyes, "listening to you talk about it and looking at you tonight, there is nothing in this world I'd rather have anyone teach me." 

Okay." Amber smiled firmly at him. "I'll do it. Let's finish these drinks and go to my place." 

Their conversation diminished in proportion to the tension rising as they left the coffee shop and got into Kyle's car. "I can't believe we're doing this." Amber giggled, cute now, but still incredibly sexy. 

"Me neither." Kyle agreed, never being more truthful in his whole life. 

Amber's apartment was comfortable and spacious and Kyle immediately noted that it lacked the boyish clutter in his own place as she ushered him inside. The nervousness firmly back in her voice now, she asked if he wanted a drink and he accepted. When she returned she asked if he wanted to sit for a while or just go straight to the bedroom. 

"Er, whatever's good for you." Kyle smiled awkwardly. 

"Come on then," she pulled on his arm, "I've got really horny thinking about this." This time it was an impish grin that she flashed at him. 

"Go on then," she encouraged him when they were in the bedroom and every light in the room was switched on, "take your clothes off. We need to be naked." Not waiting for him, Amber pulled her top over her head and threw it on a chair. 

As he quickly disrobed he couldn't keep his eyes off the figure of Amber as she stepped out of her skirt, pulled off her panties and unfastened her bra. She stood on the other side of the bed, totally naked before he'd got his jeans off. "Come on." She laughed as he nearly lost his balance pulling them off. 

Trying not to show the hesitation he felt, Kyle quickly pulled away his briefs and stood up, revealing his fully erect cock in all of its glory. From her vantage point no more than eight feet away Amber nodded. "That'll work." 

They both climbed onto the bed, Kyle a little slower than Amber, and knelt in front of each other. "Come a little closer." She commanded, reaching out to touch him and gently pull on him. "I see you've got quite horny too." 

As she reached up to take her glasses off Kyle stopped her hand as she pulled them from her face. "No, please. Leave them on. You look amazing in them." She smiled and put them back on her nose, not letting go of his throbbing cock while she did. "Okay teacher," he laughed nervously, "what do we do now?" 

"Well, you can start touching me now if you like." She giggled. "I'm already touching you. You are hard Kyle, you need to be careful not to cum too quickly. Don't let me bring you off before I'm ready. Okay?" 

He nodded and reached up to cup her breasts. He guessed they were 34's, a nice handful, round and full. Her breathing deepened at his touch and her nipple hardened easily as he fingered it gently. His other hand eased along her thigh a couple of times before finding its way between her legs and creeping towards her pussy. As Amber slowly stroked him and felt for his balls Kyle looked down at her and watched as his fingers traced along her pussy lips below the small trimmed area that was her pubic hair. 

As he used a little more pressure against her lips his finger sunk easily into her and he smiled to find she was already very wet. Obviously Amber was finding this something more than a training exercise after all. "That's nice." She whispered, eyes closed and constantly stroking him. "I love holding a cock like this. Makes me feel like I have control of your pleasure, in a nice way of course. I want this to be big for you, slow and intense. Do you like it when I do this?" 

Amber reached down and drew the palm of her open hand along the bottom of his balls, pulling them up and sending sparks of pleasure all over his body. "Very much." Kyle answered. "Maybe you should ease up on the strokes a bit." 

With a smile, Amber let go of his cock, placed her hand on the bottom of his belly and started to make slow swirling motions. "I can't tell you how horny this is." He said through his easing heartbeat. "You have no idea how much I've wanted to be with you. You are so gorgeous. Your body is amazing. Your pussy feels so good." 

"You wanted to fuck me?" Amber smiled wickedly. "You wanted to fuck your best friend's girl?" 

"In every position you've ever tried, and then a few new ones." Kyle gasped as she took hold of him again. "I've gone to bed at night nursing a hard on, thinking about what you'd taste like when I was licking you, making you cum for me." 

"Did you ever masturbate thinking about me?" She leaned towards him and opened her legs wider, allowing him to ease her lips apart and expose the throbbing bud of her clit. "Did you think what it would be like if I was sucking on your cock, licking you and stroking you? Like this?" Closing her hand tightly around him, she pumped a few times, the head of his cock almost disappearing into her hand and then emerging, as hard and strong as he'd ever known. 

He could barely breathe but he looked into Amber's face and held her intense stare. "God yes. Not too much now though, I can cum for you whenever you're ready." 

Kyle watched her eyes soften as he softly and slowly teased her clit, making soft circles around it with his fingers and brushing them over the center, causing her to shiver with pleasure each time he did it. "Feels like you're getting the idea of this." 

"I have an excellent teacher." He gave an involuntary shiver of his own as she stroked his length with a firm hold. 

"How do I feel for you?" Amber's voice had slowed and deepened a touch as the atmosphere closed around them. "Do you like how I feel?" 

He slipped two fingers inside her slick velvet sheath and felt her use her pussy to squeeze his fingers. "You feel beautiful. Wet and hot, feels like you're very excited. Sure feels like we're getting somewhere. Do you always get this wet?" 

"Not always." She lightened her strokes and began to stroke him with one hand while the other held the tip of his cock still. "Soon as I started to tell you about doing this I was almost dripping though. Probably if you hadn't asked to do it, I would've. I've been quite curious to see your cock too. You're quite cute you know Kyle." 

"Cute enough to fuck?" 

"Definitely." 

They both knew it was time to be silent and watch each other's face. Kyle felt Amber's legs begin to stiffen as he worked her pussy and he withdrew his fingers to concentrate on her clit. He watched her eyes struggle to focus but never break their gaze as he stroked her bud and felt it throb against his fingertips. He flicked it back and forth, visualizing his tongue moving her clit and imagining how she would taste if he were licking her. He'd never felt a woman so wet and the thought of her juices running into his mouth and her squirming against his tongue was making him want her more as each second passed and his own excitement felt like he was about to burst. 

He plunged back onto her soaking sex, stroking her clit with his thumb and feeling her throbbing pussy walls sheath his fingers in heat. Amber slowed her strokes on his cock and started to pull gently on his balls, assessing how retracted they were and how close Kyle was to cumming. She watched the fire burning behind his eyes too, and felt the connection from his eyes sear straight to her pussy. 

Kyle wanted to clamp his mouth to her inviting nipple but he felt the pull of her eyes, willing him to cum now and willing him to make her cum at the same moment. As he brought his second hand down to grasp her ass cheek he felt that they had both gotten close enough to make this all work out. As he felt an extra burst of hardness surge into his cock he plunged his fingers deep into her and brought his second hand around to stroke her clit slowly. Even with the lightest of strokes it felt like he was lifting her off the bed as her breathing deepened and he recognized the beginnings of her climax. 

At first he thought he was going to be left behind as he saw her eyelids flutter, but her eyes refused to leave their connection with his. As she cupped his balls fully, she stroked just behind them and pulled on his shaft, paying special attention just underneath the head. Kyle felt his body begin to drift and lighten as his own orgasm closed in. 

Amber held their gaze ferociously, feeling the deepness of their connection she induced his pleasure at the same moment as he delivered her climax. She felt Kyle's cock swell yet again and his balls tighten as they prepared to deliver their contents. Inside her own pussy she felt the furnace burst its banks and start a fireworks display all over her head, multiplied by the knowledge he was cumming at the same instant, watching her face and about to spew hot cum for her like he'd never known. 

Their eyes were locked as their bodies grew rigid together and their breathing slowed. Amber started moaning as he felt the squeeze on his balls and the orgasm pull on his every muscle. She rose up, riding his fingers as he probed her and felt her climax tighten her pussy around him. Her hand was barely moving as his cock started to spit cum, shooting straight out and up, splashing against her tummy as the spasms continued longer than he had ever known. 

Even when they started to relax and regain their breath they never lost the eye contact that Amber insisted on. "Wow." Kyle gasped, barely able to close his mouth. 

"See what I mean?" She smiled through eyes that were still glassy with the intensity of their cumming. 

"Couldn't miss it." Kyle pulled his fingers from her and wrapped his arms around her. "Thank you, teacher." He giggled. 

Amber continued to hold him and stroke him softly. "You'll probably need a short nap now. Lie next to me and put his inside me while it's still hard." 

She turned away from him and lay down on her side. Kyle lay next to her, his chest pressing into her back as she reached between their legs for him and guided him into her pussy. He was amazed at how welcoming she felt, so wet and warm as his cock, already hardening again as he thought about being inside Amber, slipped into her. 

He pulled her close and eased himself in and out a few times before he realized she was already asleep. He joined her on the other side of consciousness within moments, smiling as he crossed the line. 

****

Amber was kissing him awake. Her tongue was opening his mouth and urging him. She was on top of him, naked and holding his erection. "I want to teach you something else." She whispered sensually. 

Kyle ran his arms along her sides and cupped her breasts. "What am I going to learn now?" 




Best Friend's Girl



There was no playfulness in Amber's voice now, she was all business. "You're going to learn that after I've cum with someone and had a nap, I wake up even hornier and need to be fucked, hard." 

Tugging him by the cock, Amber slid off him, got onto her knees and offered herself to him. "Come on," she urged, "I need to feel you inside me." 

Kyle eased her hips backwards so she was at the edge of the bed and he could stand on the floor, cock in hand and easing towards her. There was no mistaking that she was excited as he slipped all the way in easily, feeling those gorgeous pussy walls close around him but unable to stop his thrust they were so slippery. "Fuck me." She breathed as she felt him enter. "Fuck me." 

He started thrusting steadily, each time drawing himself almost all the way out and then plunging deep again. The situation of being woken up by a beautiful woman demanding to be fucked was new to Kyle but it didn't take him long to warm to the situation, raising a leg up onto the bed to open his legs some more and let his balls slap hard against her as he increased the rhythm. 

Amber was already moaning as he began slamming harder into her and then reached down to touch her clit. "Oh God yes." She panted. "Touch me. Make me cum." 

Afterwards, he thought it was something to do with his being barely awake, but from nowhere he realized he was going to cum too. There was so little warning, he just thrust into Amber's wet pussy and before he was aware of what was happening he was blowing his stack in there while she pushed hard against his thrusts and started screaming to him that she was cumming too. All through his own orgasm he rubbed hard at her clit and thrust deep into her, his cum shooting into her and adding to their slippery fucking while her pussy cramped and pulled him tight. 

The whole thing took less than four minutes from when she woke him and as he pulled out of her and fell back to the bed his head was dizzy with the moment. "God, you're amazing." She fell on top of him, panting and kissing him as her boobs squashed against his chest. "You did it again, without even trying. That was such a rush." 

Kyle wasn't about to argue with her, but he thought she was the amazing one. As he looked into her beautiful shining eyes he wondered back to when the phone rang just a few short hours ago and how only yesterday he would have given anything to be next to Amber. He looked up at her and gave a short laugh. 

"What?" She giggled at him. 

"Nothing." He kissed her. "You know, some things just work out sometimes."



Best Friend's Girl



Mark and Allison arrived at the Chili's just before seven and waited for their booth for four. Taking their seats, Mark ordered a pitcher of beer and two orders of potato skins before excusing himself to the men's room. He was on his way back when he saw the girl, and Mark stopped in his tracks.

She was about six feet tall in her high-heeled shoes, with a slender body packed with curves. Her green t-shirt was tight and showed off her bountiful bust, and it rode high enough that he clearly saw the little stud in her belly button.

She wore a blue mini skirt with ruffles around the hem, and her legs were bare and so shapely and perfect that Mark was paralyzed. Her long, straight light brown hair was parted on the side, and her brilliant green eyes were small and mysterious. Mark stood transfixed, drinking in every detail of this exotic and wonderful beauty, until he realized she wasn't just smiling with those full, luscious lips. She was smiling at him.

Mark blinked to clear his head and he smiled at the girl before rushing past her to join Allison. He couldn't resist the pull of his attraction, and looked back, seeing her slender lower back, and the firm, round globes of her amazing ass. The girl had not only seen him staring at her, checking her out, but she had smiled at him too. Of all the nights! He saw Jason at the table, and they fist-bumped in greeting.

"Where's the new girl?" Mark asked, sliding into the booth next to Allison.

"She had to run and powder her nose," Jason answered, and Mark felt his balls draw up inside his body. 'No way!' Mark thought, feeling his arm pits grow wet.

Allison was talking then about work, about her day, freeing Mark to worry about his possible predicament. As long as he kept looking at her, nodding appropriately, and making interested sounds, he'd found he didn't really need to listen to what Allison said. He watched Jason, his tall, blond friend from high school, chiseled features, bright blue eyes, and saw that he seemed to really be interested in what Allison was saying.

And then the brown haired goddess was standing next to the table, and Jason jumped up. "Mark and Allison," Jason said proudly, "this is Karen." Karen's eyes met Mark's and her expression became...playful? "Karen, this is Mark and Allison."

Karen sat, sliding to the inside of the booth, across from Allison, and Jason sat next to her, right up close to her. Mark noticed Karen's little diamond stud earrings, saw the way she brushed her soft brown hair back behind her ears. Her eyes seemed to smolder, even when she was comparing manicures with Allison.

Mark watched Allison carefully cutting small bites from a potato skin and eating them with her fork, while Karen slathered sour cream over hers and lifted it to her mouth with her fingers to take a large bite. A smear of sour cream remained on her lips, and Mark was seized by the impulse to lick it away.

When Allison excused herself to go powder her nose, Jason went to check the score of the game he could see on TV in the bar. Alone with Karen, Mark's throat seemed to close up. He couldn't think of a thing to say that might possibly be of interest to the gorgeous young woman.

"Mark?" Karen said, her voice like sweet, light syrup, light but with a sultry undertone, "Please don't."

"What?" Mark responded woodenly. Pretend you don't know what she's talking about, he chided himself.

"I like Jason," Karen said, "and I want to be friends with his friends. Don't ignore your girlfriend and fawn over me, please. I know you like me, but it's really inappropriate, okay?"

"My heart jumped out of my chest when I first saw you," Mark said, leaning forward over the table earnestly. "You took my breath away. If you weren't here with Jason, I'd have been over at your table, trying to meet you."

Karen looked over the dividers that separated the booths and saw Jason was returning. "Mark, I am here with Jason, okay?" Mark nodded, and felt like his heart curled into a little ball and died.

* * * * *

Mark and Jason had been introduced by mutual friends as Freshmen in high school. It would be hard to believe now, but the boys hadn't liked each other very much at the time, only a shared interest in, of all things, role-playing and computer games kept them in the same circles.

Both had been nerds, unpopular and unimpressive physically. That is until their Junior year, when both boys came into their own. Suddenly they found themselves tall and handsome, both good at sports, and both popular with the girls. Their old friends, the ones who had introduced them in the first place, faded away to become strangers as the boys became a team.

In college they had roomed together and had shared many adventures including their first "Devil's Threesome", first week-long jaunt into Mexico, and an eventful road trip through the South to Florida involving a truckload of pigs, a big dude with a shotgun, and an honest to goodness farmer's daughter.

By the time they had graduated, Mark and Jason were like brothers. When Mark had broken up with Polina, an exotic dancer, Jason had been there to pick up the pieces, and when the Franklin twins had found out about his two-timing each with the other and then suggesting a three-way, Mark had both taken Jason to Urgent Care and helped pay to have his car repainted.

Mark was now a copy editor for a web designer, while Jason was a bartender and occasional print model. They were both successful in their own ways, popular and independent, and Mark had even settled down to a long term relationship with Allison, who he'd been seeing for nearly a year and a half.

* * * * *

"Oh jesus! Oh god!" Allison screamed as Mark slammed into her. Mark was on his knees, one of Allison's long, pretty legs beneath him. He held Allison's hips in his big hands and Allison's other leg was stretched up on his shoulder. Her breasts rolled with each thrust, and her eyes were wild as she gasped and screamed, shocked by the intensity of their lovemaking.

"Come already!" Allison shouted, her body ravaged and unable to take anymore sweet punishment. She had never been fucked so hard and for so long before, and it was disconcerting given Mark's normal sensitive, slow lovemaking technique. Whining as her fifth or sixth (she had lost count) powerful orgasm sent her spinning toward oblivion, Allison felt the familiar tell-tales of Mark's orgasm; the tensing of his body, the change in his breathing, and the crush as he pressed firmly into her and held.

He fell on her, kissing her mouth, her face, his hands running over her hot, smooth skin, their bodies sticking together, bonded by sweat. Slipping from her, Mark retrieved his filled condom and reached across to set it on the bed table. He returned to kissing Allison and noticed her changed demeanor.

"What's wrong?" Mark gasped, concerned that he had hurt her.

"Was she good?" Allison said petulantly. She had crossed her arms below her breasts, pushing them up and framing them alluringly.

"What are you talking about?" Mark asked, genuinely perplexed.

"You never fuck me like that," Allison said, and a pout was forming on her lips. "You never keep your eyes closed, either. I have to think that you were fantasizing about someone else, and based on the way you drooled over Karen all night..."

"I didn't!" Mark said sharply, knowing she had guessed correctly on all counts. "Look," he said softly, pulling Allison into his arms, "I care about you. I want to be with you, Allison. If it seemed like I was fawning I'm sorry. I was trying to be friendly."

"I thought you liked my blonde hair," Allison whined, the one part of her personality that really annoyed Mark coming to the forefront.

"I do, Allison," Mark soothed.

"She's older than I am too," Allison said.

"Come on," Mark said, "like three months!"

"When is her birthday?" Allison asked.

"April twelfth," Mark answered immediately, feeling the world dropping away.

"When is my birthday?" Allison asked Mark, pulling away from him, already hurt.

"July," Mark answered softly. Allison arched her eyebrows, waiting for more, but Mark laid down on the bed and stared at the ceiling. He heard her get up and dress, and he didn't fight with her, didn't argue or chase her when she left.

* * * * *

"Allison left you?" Jason said, leaning over to catch his breath between serves. Their weekly Saturday morning racquetball sessions were a tradition. Seeing Mark nod somberly, Jason shook his head. "Dude, she was great. I didn't want to say anything, but damn! She had the su-weetest ass!" He bounced the hard little rubber ball against the wooden flooring and asked, "What happened?" before serving.

They kept the volley going for several minutes before Mark crashed to the floor and the ball rolled away. Gasping, he answered, "She thought I was after another girl."

"Oh," Jason said, moving to position to receive Mark's serve. "She saw that too?"

"What?" Mark asked, wondering if he had been wearing a sign the night before. He served, and they battled hard for several minutes before it was Jason's turn to slam into the wall, losing the point.

"Dude," Jason gasped, panting for breath. "You were walking around all night with a huge boner for Karen. I've known you forever, remember? You have it bad for my new girl." Mark took on a hang-dog expression, feeling like his life was falling apart around him.

"No worries, Dude," Jason said brightly. "We're [I]compadres[/I], and I know you won't try to snake my girl. It' okay if you like her, and I hope she's into you too, just not like you are, you know?" Jason served, and Mark was still nodding slowly when the ball flew past him.

* * * * *

The doorbell rang, and Mark went to the door of his apartment and opened it. Karen stood in the hallway, alone. She wore a nice short sleeved dress that showed her amazing cleavage without being too revealing. The skirt danced around her knees, and the earth-toned colors of the tiny floral print managed to highlight her hair and eyes both, not to mention her tanned complexion.

"Hey," Mark said, and he stepped aside to let her in. Karen went inside and put the bottle of wine she'd brought on the counter that separated the living room from the kitchen. Karen crossed her arms beneath her breasts, and the change in their presentation made Mark sigh.

"Look Mark," Karen said in a tone so serious that for once he wasn't lost in the honeyed sound on her soft voice, "knock this shit off."

"I don't know what-"

"Bullshit!" Karen spat. "I know you're all wild about me, and I think that's kind of sweet, really. But I've got my guy and I'm happy. I want him to be happy too, which means that his girlfriend and his best friend are going to like each other."

"I do like you," Mark said.

"Too damn much," she retorted. "I met Jason when I was out with the girls. He was the bartender, and we ended up spending the whole weekend in bed. He's nothing like I thought I'd ever be attracted to in a man. He's crude and totally immature, but he's also sweet and kind and he treats me like a desirable woman, not a sex toy."

"Jason is a great guy," Mark said, total honesty in his tone and expression. "He's not even as crude and immature as you think he is. When you spend more time with him he'll stop trying so hard and turn into an even better guy."

"Thank you," Karen said, smiling. Her arms fell away and she put them around Mark and hugged him. "I knew you'd understand and be okay with this, no matter how we feel." Mark hugged Karen back, inhaling the perfume of her hair. She was exactly the right height for him too. She was still perfect, and she was still Jason's.

Jason arrived fifteen minutes later, and the three friends made dinner, watched a movie, and ended up playing poker at the dining table until after three. Mark showed Jason and Karen to the door, collecting a kiss on the cheek from Karen and a shoulder punch from Jason.

When they were gone, Mark looked at the mess and promised himself he'd clean up first thing in the morning. He crawled into bed and smelled Allison on his pillow, and he missed her. Maybe he'd call her and try to patch things up. It was like Karen had said, "no matter how we feel."

Mark sat bolt upright in his bed, eyes open wide, completely awake. She hadn't said, "no matter how you, Mark, feel." She'd said, "no matter how we, Mark and Karen, feel."

Smiling broadly as his head hit the pillow, Mark stared at the ceiling and said, "Holy shit, she likes me too."

* * * * *

Mark did call Allison the next day, and they went out the following Friday night. Though he didn't tell Allison, there was something about knowing that Karen had feelings for him too that calmed him, cooled his burning desire for her. Mark apologized and told Allison how important she was to him, and while she didn't go home with him that night, it wasn't long before things were back to normal between them.

The four friends spent a great deal of time together, all of them noticing the change in Mark and no one saying a word. For himself, Mark found peace. His feelings for Karen seemed to grow with every passing day, but that was okay.

Every few weeks the four of them would take a trip together. They drove down through Baja California to Cabo San Lucas, went whitewater rafting on the Colorado River, and even took a fishing cruise in the Sea of Cortez. Things relaxed for the four friends, and after a year they all had seemed to forget the way Mark had felt about Karen.

The four of them were staying together at a desert resort for the weekend, sharing a suite. It was over a year since Karen had joined their group, and there was no trepidation at all when Allison had gone off for a day in the spa and Jason had gone off for a round of golf. The plan was for Jason, Mark, and Karen to go out riding motorcycles in the desert the next day before packing up and going home.

Mark wandered out of the room he shared with Allison, dressed in swim trunks. He went to the bar, and saw that Karen was stretched out on the big couch watching TV. Pouring himself a drink, he called out to see if she wanted one.

Karen rose from the couch and walked to the bar, wearing a short white silk robe with Oriental style roses printed on it. It had flowing sleeves that reached past her elbows and the lower hem of the robe displayed most of her lovely tanned thighs. It was tied at her waist, but open low enough that Mark could see she wore her pink bikini, his favorite.

Mark handed Karen the drink he'd made for her and they stood on opposite sides of the bar, looking into each others eyes and sipping. Karen pushed her hair back behind her ear and she looked down at the surface of the bar.

"Do you ever think about what things would be like if we'd met first, instead of my meeting Jason?"

"Not since fifteen minutes ago," Mark said softly, smiling. "Are things okay with you and Jason?"

Karen looked wistful for a moment, and then she met Mark's eyes. "Things haven't been great for a while. I have to ask you, is he in love with me?"

Mark was shocked. "I guess so. I don't know! We don't talk about stuff like that."

Karen put her hand on his, and she whispered, "Why don't you see if you can find out." After a moment of silence, Karen picked up her drink and returned to the couch, leaving Mark at the bar with his head spinning.

* * * * *

Mark and Jason sat in the cantina at the resort, each well into his third beer. The game on the TV had proven boring, and they ate chips and reminisced. Too drunk to try for a better opportunity, Mark asked Jason, "Dude, you gonna marry Karen?"

"Hell if I know," Jason said, taking another swig from his beer. "I mean she's hot as anything, and I've never gotten better head - [I]hic[/I] - You know how important that is to me." He swayed a little in his chair and said, "Did I ever tell you that she does this thing with her hips, where she kind of twists-"

"Shut up," Mark slurred.

"Sorry, Dude," Jason said, smiling. "I forgot you've got a boner for my girl. Maybe we could trade for a night."

Mark was aghast. "You want to screw Allison?"

"Calm down, Dude," Jason said, waving his hands, "Not forever or anything. I just want to slip her the burrito. She seems like a wiggler. Is she a wiggler?"

Mark stood up. "What the hell is wrong with you, Dude?" Mark's hands were in fists, his muscles tight and ready for action.

Jason put his face in his hands. He was quiet for a while, and Mark sat down and waited for him to speak. Finally he said, "I don't know, Dude. Karen's like the best, and I want her to be around and shit, but I want to screw around too, you know?"

Mark put his hand on Jason's shoulder and quietly said, "Tell her. I think she feels the same way."

"What?" Jason gasped, his head snapping up from his hands.

"I think she's doing you so she can hang out with us," Mark said.

* * * * *

The four friends sat around the big parlor area in their pajamas, laughing. Allison's bright blue eyes were wide with astonishment. "Did you really think we wouldn't be your friends if you stopped sleeping with Jason?" When Karen, flushed bright red, nodded, Allison shook her head and laughed, "We're not worth the price!"

"Ha freakin' ha," Jason said, wincing through his slight hangover. "Seriously, I wouldn't mind if we kept up the whole 'friends with benefits' thing though."

"Really?" Karen said brightly, sitting up excitedly. "Let me think about it - no."

They all laughed, the general feeling of the group of friends light, but inside Mark's heart there was a slow, painful tearing. She's finally free, Mark thought, and he looked in Allison's direction and smiled at his girlfriend.

Hours later he sat astride his motorbike on the top of a dune. He pulled aside the breathing mask and took a drink of water, surveying the desert before him. Another bike slowed to a stop next to him, and even wearing the helmet and heavy pads, there was no doubt the rider was a rather hot woman.

Karen pulled aside her own mask and took a drink. She looked at Mark and smiled. "Take a look at the idiot," she said, indicating the direction in which he saw Jason crashing dangerously hard into the sides of dunes. Mark shook his head.

"What about us?" Mark said. To his credit, Karen didn't even hesitate.

"There isn't an us, Mark. There was never an us. I thought you were over that." She took another drink, and when she wiped her sleeve across her mouth he saw something...

"You always knew," Mark said, "no matter how much you want to pretend, you always knew how I felt, and you know what?" He smiled wickedly, about to make himself very vulnerable but totally confident that he was right. "You've been in love with me since that first moment too."

"You're nuts!" Karen said. "Stalker!"

"You fantasize about me whenever you can." he said, making fun.

"Shut up."

"You imagine being together every chance you get."

"Stop it," Karen said.

"When something good happens, or if you have a bad day, I'm the one you want to tell," Mark said, his smile fading.

"Stop it!" Karen's eyes burned behind her goggles.

"You'd give anything to be free to love me openly."

"Just shut up!" Karen croaked, turning and walking off of her bike and to the edge of the dune, her motorcycle left in the sand. Mark parked his bike and he walked over to her, standing close behind her.

"I love you Karen," he said softly. "I know you feel the same way, so you don't have to say anything, but don't lie and try to deny it." Mark watched her shoulders begin to shake, and after a few moments he left her there and walked over and set her motorcycle upright.

Jason's bike roared to join them, and when he'd stopped, Jason pulled aside his mask and grinned at Mark. "Everything okay?"

"Yeah," Mark said, "Just clearing up a few things."




Best Friend's Girl



"Whatever," Jason said, and after pulling his mask back over his nose and mouth he flew his bike over the edge of the dune and roared out into the desert.

Karen returned to her bike and sat down. She looked over at Mark and didn't say anything for a while, until she said, "Allison's my friend. If you two broke up she'd always blame me, whether I had anything to do with it or not."

"So you're saying?" Mark rasped.

"You and I will never, ever be together, Mark."

* * * * *

"I love you, Baby."

"You know I care about you too," Mark said. The exasperated sigh accompanied rolling eyes, which he'd seen enough to know was happening now, even though he couldn't see her face.

"I've explained this to you before," Allison said, getting pouty. "I say 'I love you', and you say 'I love you too'."

They were driving through the mountains, only another hour or so from home, and Mark wasn't in the mood for this conversation at the moment. He had been digesting the conversation with Karen all afternoon and evening, and now it was after one in the morning and he was exhausted. The tail lights of Jason's Explorer were leading him home, and he had the feeling that if they weren't he'd have driven off the road long ago.

"Are you going to leave me for her now?" Allison asked softly, and Mark pulled onto the shoulder, brakes screeching and gravel flying. Stopped, he turned to her and took in her terrified expression, her blue eyes wide and frightened, her mouth open and ready to scream.

"If I didn't care for you," he began, "if Karen didn't care for you, I'd have left you that instant they broke up." He slammed his palms down on the steering wheel. "Damn it, Allison! You're the only thing keeping us apart, and you know it! Doesn't that mean anything to you? Doesn't it mean anything that we both care enough to suffer because if we broke up then three would be hurting instead of two?"

"How do you think I feel, knowing that I'm not enough for the man I love?" Allison screamed. "You should love me and only me, and that should be enough!"

Allison calmed, and she looked out at the darkness, seeing herself and Mark reflected in the window. "You can't even say that you love me."

Mark's cell phone rang, and he answered when he saw it was Karen. "Are you guys okay?" he heard Karen's worried voice say over the phone.

"Yeah, no," Mark said, looking at the beautiful woman in the seat next to him and seeing that she was crying. "Allison's upset because she thinks that I'm leaving her," he said, and then added after a pause, "which I am not."

"Put me on speaker," Karen demanded, and Mark hit the button before putting the phone in the cradle on his dashboard. As he pulled back onto the road, Karen's voice rang out loudly.

"Look, both of you. We all know that Mark had a thing for me, and maybe he still does, but he knows that nothing will ever come from it. He knows that even if he broke up with you, Allison, I would never ever go out with him."

Mark swallowed painfully and listened as Allison said, "Remember that night in Cabo?"

There was silence in the car for a long time before Karen's voice said, "Allison, don't."

"You do remember," Allison said, gaining volume, "You told me that you wished we could trade boyfriends because Mark was so damned hot, remember? Those were your words."

"You know as well as I do that I'd had four margaritas!"

"So that makes it not true? You've got the hots for my boyfriend, and he's crazy nuts for you!"

"Allison," Karen's voice was calmer now, "I can promise you, beyond the shadow of a doubt, that I will never treat Mark as anything more than a good friend. Trust me, trust us, please."

"Tell me you love me," Allison said to Mark, who looked at her fiercely.

"I can't, Allison. You know that. I can't say that," Mark said, and the phone squawked, or Karen choked on something. "I can tell you that I care for you deeply, and that I promise to always be there for you, for as long as you want me."

* * * * *

Jason met another girl at work, Peggy, a tall redhead with G-cup tits and a twenty-two inch waist. She gave the impression that if she jumped up and down she'd snap in half. She was pretty, but the other friends agreed that she was dumb as a rock and not much fun to be around. Rather than give up his new toy, Jason spent more and more time away from the group.

And then, four months after their stay at the desert resort, Karen introduced Mark and Allison to Dean. He was tall and thin, not too fit, more of a bookworm. He was kind of cute, but not handsome, with short dark hair and brown eyes behind thick framed glasses. Mark gave him credit for putting some power into their handshake.

Mark wondered at first if Karen was snuggling into the guy's side to put on a show for him, but by the time dinner was finished, he knew she really liked the guy. Mark tried hard to not hate Dean, or at least to not envy him, but everything in her behavior said very clearly that Karen was going to take him home and wear him out.

It turned out, to Dean's delight, that he and Mark did have something in common. Dean had also been interested in role-playing games and computer games in high school and in college, and they were able to swap tales using the common reference. It came out that Karen had also played computer games, leaving Mark to wonder why she'd never mentioned it before.

As they drove home to Mark's apartment, he looked at Allison and asked, "What did you think of him?"

Allison yawned, and it was a minute before Mark realized she was making a comment. "I think he's absolutely nothing special, but I saw her eyes, and Karen likes him a lot. I can't tell you why we fall for the ones we do, Mark." After a silence she said, "I don't know if he's into her, or just her boobs."

"Really?" Mark said, amazed. He couldn't fathom a man not falling head over heels in love with Karen, but he had finally learned when to keep his mouth shut. "You think he's using her?"

"Uh, Mark?" Allison laughed, "That's called dating. You know, you like her boobs, you screw around for a while, and then she gets her claws in you and you find out you can't live without her."

"I guess," Mark said, almost sulking.

* * * * *

"That was fast!" Mark said, shaking his head as he looked at the diamond ring that Karen held out for Allison and him to see. It had only been six weeks since she'd introduced them to Dean, and he'd popped the question. Even more shockingly, she'd said yes. A thought struck him, and Mark asked, "Are you pregnant?"

He didn't even see it coming, but the slap was powerful enough to drop him to one knee. Karen stomped away, and Allison said, "Smooth, asshole. Do you have to ruin her moment?"

"Not cool, Dude," Jason said from the couch, Peggy a distant but fond memory.

"Is it really so impossible to believe that she could fall madly in love with anyone but you?" Allison asked incredulously, shaking her head.

"Yes," Mark said, and before Allison had even a chance to move away, he grabbed her legs. "I mean, no. Look, I'm just shocked, okay? Don't-"

Allison had shaken him off and stomped along after Karen, going into the bedroom. Mark looked around, feeling very lost and confused.

"Dude," Jason said, not smiling at all, "you are so fucked."

They stayed where they were for a long time, in total silence. The minutes ticked by, and finally Jason asked a question that had apparently been on his mind for a while. "Do you think Allison and Karen ever tried a little girl-girl action?"

Mark shook his head, staring at his oldest friend. "Up yours, Jason."

He stood and went to the bedroom door, pausing there for a long moment before remembering that it was his damned bedroom and that he wasn't going to walk in on them naked or anything. Unless they're making out, he thought, and then thought, Damn you Jason.

He opened the door and went inside, where Allison and Karen sat on the edge of his bed, Allison's arm around Karen's shoulders. He went to them and got to his knees in front of Karen.

"I'm sorry, Karen. I was just shocked, and my stupid guy brain couldn't think of any other reason to rush. I'm an idiot, and I hope you can forgive me." She wouldn't meet his eyes, and he said, "I'm really happy for you."

"Are you?" she asked, meeting his eyes and sending tears rolling down her cheeks.

"If you're going to be happy, then I'm happy for you."

Karen leaned forward and hugged Mark tightly, still crying, and then sobbing uncontrollably. He looked to Allison for help, but she just shrugged and rubbed Karen's back.

* * * * *

Allison was straightening Mark's black bow tie, thinking how handsome he looked. She wasn't nearly so happy about her orangy-peach Maid of Honor dress, but she was happy to have been picked for the honor. She looked into her boyfriend's dark eyes and tried again to read him, but couldn't get inside.

"Are you going to let this happen?" Allison asked softly.

"What do you mean?"

"Are you really going to let Karen walk down the aisle and marry Dean?" She was standing with her hands flat on his broad shoulders, and strangely, she was smiling.

"Of course I am," Mark said, looking confused.

"Mark," Allison said softly, still smiling, "I love you and Karen so much. You're my best friends in the whole world, man and woman."

"What?" Mark was squinting, lost in the conversation.

"Mark, I love you."

"I care about you too," he answered reflexively.

"Do you love Karen, Mark?" her voice was quiet.

"Yes."

"Then don't let her ruin her life, and don't keep ruining mine. If I stay with you then I miss my chance to find someone who'll love me like I deserve to be loved." Allison's eyes were filled by tears, but she didn't look sad.

From the doorway, Mark looked back at Allison as she took a seat at the makeup table. "Allison," he said, "I don't want you to take this the wrong way, but right now I do love you, and more than I ever have before!" She opened her mouth to answer, but he was gone, running to find Karen.

He burst into the bridal chamber causing the women present to shout at him. Karen rose and turned to face him, radiant in her wedding gown. She waved the others to silence and ordered them to leave Mark and her alone for a minute. "I've been expecting this," she said grimly.

He watched her escort the others out and close the door. Her dress left her arms and shoulders bare, hugging her curves and enhancing her small waist. The skirts were enormous and beautiful, and he couldn't imagine her ever being more breathtakingly gorgeous. Her long, light brown hair was braided and wrapped into a pile on top of her head, a small cap or band that would hold her veil pinned to it.

She crossed her arms and said, "Okay, last chance. Let it all out so you can stay quiet in the church."

"Allison broke up with me."

"Asshole! Do you have to ruin-"

"It wasn't me! She said I was ruining both your life and hers. She said she wanted a man to love her like she deserved to be loved, and that you need to be with the one you really love too."

Karen staggered to her dressing table and fell into the delicate chair. "What else did she say? What exactly did you say?"

"Nothing!" Mark protested. "She said she loved me and I said, well you know, and then she asked me if I loved you. Then she said that other stuff and sent me to stop you."

"She asked you if you love me?"

"Yeah."

"And you said?"

"Duh! I said yes!" Mark looked exasperated. "What is it with women? I've told you that I love you before!"

"Say it," she said, her arms dropping to her sides.

"I love you, Karen. I've loved you since I first saw you, more than I ever thought I could feel before, making everything I've ever felt before or since such a pale imitation that there couldn't be any doubt." He took a deep breath and continued, "I want to spend every moment of every day with you, loving you and being loved by you."

"Mark," Karen said warily, "What was I wearing on the night we met?"

"Your green t-shirt and denim skirt with the ruffles. Why?"

"With?"

"With what? Your little earrings and belly-button stud, and high heels." He looked deeply in to her eyes and asked, "What are you talking about?"

Karen's eyes brimmed with tears, threatening her mascara, and she whispered, "I love you too, Mark. You're right, I always did, from the moment I saw you outside the bathrooms at Chili's, before I even knew who you were."

"Marry me, Karen."

Without a word, Karen rushed at Mark, and they gripped each other tightly in shared embrace. His lips found hers, and their first kiss was sweet and long. There was a knock at the door and they heard Karen's mother's voice call, "Are you alright in there, Baby?" They didn't want to let go, but after only a moment longer they did, and Karen went to the door and opened it.

Karen's mother pushed inside and looked around, and then at Karen's face. "Baby? You look like you've been crying. Did he hurt you?"

"No, Mama," Karen answered, her tear streaked face beaming. "We're getting married!"

"You are getting married!" her mother cried, "In fifteen minutes! The music's started and everything!"

Karen shook her head and said, "No, Mama, I'm marrying Mark. I love him, Mama."

Karen's mother looked at Mark, and he felt as though his balls were shriveling up. "Hi, Mom?" he said, regretting it the moment Karen's face blanched. "I've got to go," Mark said, and he rushed from the little bridal chamber.

Mark wandered through the enormous church, looking at the artworks, the architecture. He was going to be back here soon, he thought, and when he left he'd be married to Karen. His heart leaped in his chest, and he ran a few steps and leaped into the air, tagging the door frame he passed beneath. Laughing, he found the Maid of Honor's room and opened the door.

What he saw took a moment to process. Jason sat on the delicate frame dressing table chair, his tie undone and his shirt open. Across his lap, facing him, was Allison. Her flowing skirts were gathered up and she leaned forward over Jason like she was helping to find something in his eye. Time caught up with the moment, and Mark mumbled, "Wow."

Allison's pale skin was flushed deeply, and she turned her head to look at him, her eyes heavy with passion Mark knew very well. Allison and Jason froze, not moving at all, and Mark stepped inside and closed the door.

"You don't appear to be heartbroken," Mark said with a smile, crossing his arms and leaning on the door.

A bright grin split Jason's face and he laughed, "Dude! You've been holding out on me!"

Allison's eyes closed and she moaned softly, and then her eyes popped open again and she shouted, "Get out!"

"Allison," Mark asked calmly, "how long have you been wanting to screw around with Jason?"

"Couldn't have been long, Dude," Jason offered, "I've been scamming on her since you two got together."

"Oh shit!" Allison moaned, putting her face down on Jason's shoulder and shaking hard. Mark had no idea why, but the sight of his girlfriend and lover of more than four years coming on his best friend's cock just made him happy.

Mark walked over to Allison and Jason, and she shied away when he stroked her cheek softly with his knuckles. She relaxed a little when she saw his smile, and he saw her eyes were open wide when he put his lips to hers and kissed her. He felt her gasp in his mouth as she came again, something special about having him kiss her while she was fucking someone else, maybe.

All Mark cared about was that she seemed happy, and after punching Jason's shoulder lightly, he left them to their passions. He was opening the door of his Expedition when the doors of the church burst open and Karen rushed out onto the landing. Seeing him, she raced over, her skirts flowing majestically, and she jumped into his arms. They kissed. Tongues, lips, everything new and wonderful, and when he set her down she ran around and got into the passenger seat.

They drove away to the sight of a crowd gathered on the landing outside the church doors, Karen's mother, Mark's future Mother-in-Law, trying to destroy him with Death Beams from her eyes. Mark looked at Karen and shrugged, and they both laughed as she leaned over and put her head on his shoulder.

* * * * *

Mark poked at the fire, building it up to a nice, even blaze before closing the screen and setting aside the fireplace poker. He'd removed his jacket, tie, and cuff links earlier, and the sleeves of his dress shirt were rolled up to his elbows.

He went to the sliding glass doors that looked out over the beach, but there wasn't anything to see, with the sun down. Mark was happy. He heard the door to the bedroom of their suite open, and he turned to see Karen.

She'd removed her dress and stood in the doorway wearing a silk camisole, matching white vintage tap pants, and white stockings that barely passed her knees. The heels she wore were more like slippers, but with a three inch heel.

Her long, silky light brown hair was down, and it hung loosely around her shoulders. And still, the most alluring thing about her was her small, dark, green eyes and the smile she wore for him.

He went to the bar and was pouring Champagne when she joined him, sitting atop one of the high stools and accepting the chilled glass. They sipped, watching each other over the rims of their glasses.

"That's a good look for you," Karen said.

"What? The suspenders?" Mark snapped them against his chest and smiled.

"Yeah," she whispered, "Very sexy, very manly."

"That's a good look for you," Mark parroted, and Karen glanced down, nodding.

"It is, but not practical for riding dirt bikes in the desert."

"That's alright," Mark said nonchalantly, "You're done with all of that now. You can spend your time in the spa, or when we're at the beach you can lay out and tan while I play volleyball. Later I know you'll be occupied with the children." He looked at her evenly, gaging her expression, her wide eyes, open mouth, and when a blush appeared on her cheeks he laughed and held up his hand.

Mark leaned on the bar and laughed at his joke, and Karen playfully slapped the back of his head. Mark straightened and wiped at his eyes, and then walked around the bar and put his arms around her. Karen was his perfect match he knew, but every time he touched her he was amazed by how right it felt.

"You really like this stuff on me?" Karen asked quietly. "I've never worn stuff like this before, you know, lingerie."

"It looks like they had you in mind when they invented it," Mark said.

They kissed, tasting Champagne, tongues swirling softly and slowly. Both knew the importance of this night, and neither was in any hurry to have it pass by. His hands ran down her back, feeling first the softness of her shoulders and then the impossibly smooth silk of her camisole.

Taking one last suck on his lip, Karen giggled and said, "A little bird told me that when you think of me you close your eyes and, um," she paused, "become a monster. A beast."

"No shit?" Mark said, blushing slightly.

"What have you heard about me?" Karen asked, nuzzling into Mark's neck.

"Uh," Mark thought hard about it and put everything he'd ever heard about her sexual activities into, "I heard you give the best head in history, and that you do something with your hips."

"That's it?" Karen seemed disappointed.

"What else have you heard about me?" Mark asked, feeling exposed.

"Everything!" Karen said earnestly. "What ever happened to locker room talk?"

"Total myth," Mark answered. They kissed again, and then kissed each others shoulders, still holding one another tightly.

"Best in history?" Karen murmured, and Mark chuckled.

"That's the story, but I'm going to need convincing." Her palm pressed against the hardness in his lap, and Mark moaned softly. Karen found his fly and pulled it down slowly before slipping her hand inside and stroking him again through only his boxers. 




Best Friend's Girl



"Not too fast," Mark groaned quietly.

"Rahrrrr," Karen said, grasping his hardness momentarily. "Do I scare you?"

"I'm terrified," Mark answered softly.

Karen nodded slowly and said, "Yeah, me too."

Slipping one arm beneath her thighs and putting the other around her shoulders, Mark lifted Karen from the stool and he swung her around twice, loving the sound of her childlike laughter. They kissed again, and then Mark carried Karen to the bedroom.

He laid her down on the satin comforter, following her onto the bed and placing his body atop hers. Mark kissed Karen deeply, and together they savored the sensations, the flavors of one another for a long, long time. Mark felt Karen's hands fumbling with the buckle of his belt and he grinned, breaking their kiss, and he slapped gently at her fingers.

"Slow down," he moaned, pressing his mouth to hers again, and Karen replied with a whimper before running her palms over his back. Mark trailed the backs of his fingers down Karen's side, feeling her squirm under him, along her waist, her hip, and down her thigh until he brushed the top of her stocking.

He drew slow circles with his fingertip on her knee, and then dragged his fingertips up the inside of her thigh. As his fingers slowly climbed her soft, creamy tanned skin, a whimper escaped her, and Karen opened her legs. His fingertips brushed the leg of her tight tap pants and slid to the center, the top of her thigh and began moving lower, and then back up.

Mark smelled her then, the sharp musky smell of her sex, of a woman wanting a man. His fingertips continued upward, beneath the leg of her silk panties to the crook, the join of her leg to her body, and then along it until his knuckles brushed the warm, swollen flesh he had wanted since the moment he'd seen her, over two years earlier.

His fingertips moved upward, tangling in the moist, dense hair of her pussy, and then down until he felt the swollen mound at the beginning of her open, wet cleft. He pressed there, and Karen arched in his embrace, pressing against his hand as he gently ground his fingertips on her hidden clit.

Karen pushed Mark off of her and sat up quickly, sliding her silk camisole off over her head. She rolled on top of him then, straddling his hips, and leaned forward, her fingers making short work of his shirt buttons. Mark chuckled as she grasped his suspenders and pulled them down over his shoulders, and then slid her hands under his shirt and pushed it open to reveal his undershirt.

"Damn it," Karen whined, "I thought girls had complicated clothes." She grabbed handfuls of his undershirt and pulled it up, bunching it at his chest, and she leaned down and kissed his hard pectorals, his ribs, and sliding down his legs, trailed kisses along his belly. By the time her lips and tongue had reached and begun teasing his belly button, Mark's cock had created a large lump in his boxers, the white fabric pushing out through his open fly.

She pulled it free, and further, free of the boxers. She gasped when like a Jack-in-the-Box, Mark's cock sprung loose and stood proudly for a moment, before laying back and falling against his belly like a breaching whale. Karen unbuckled his belt and opened his pants, then pulled them down to bunch around his muscular thighs.

The boxers were more of a challenge, as she needed to thread his engorged meat back through the fly to get them down. Once free of the cloth however, Karen had him at her mercy and began to lick, pressing her tongue hard against his balls. She sucked each of his testicles into her mouth and bathed them lovingly before moving to the other, continuing until she felt him shudder.

Then, placing her tongue to the base of his cock, she kissed, licked, and sucked on every millimeter of him, moving very slowly upward until his dick was bouncing against his belly, leaving wet marks on his skin. Karen pulled Mark's cock toward her, making it stand straight, and she gently kissed the head, marveling at him.

"It's beautiful," she whispered, kissing the head again. She'd never seen one like it, not that she was terribly experienced. She'd only ever been with five men before Mark.

Mark's shaft was thick and strong, with veins and ridges running over it, beneath the thin skin. An inch or so from the tip, the skin mushroomed and became rough, and finally was capped on the tip by a tiny head, smooth and purple. Looking at the sharply tapered point, Karen smiled and wondered if he'd been custom made for her pleasure.

Karen took a couple of inches, as much as she could before gagging, into her mouth and began to work her tongue around it, stroked him, bathed him, and she wrapped her slender fingers of one hand around the base, stroking him just a little bit but with a firm grasp. She felt him throbbing in her mouth, heard him moaning, and Karen felt a wave of prideful satisfaction rush through her.

Briefly pausing to catch her breath, Karen stroked Mark's cock, and smiled up at him, seeing a look of concern on his red face. "Is it as good as you hoped?"

"Better!" Mark gasped. "You'd better stop soon or I'm not going to be able to hold back."

Karen liked a challenge, and she quickly resumed her blow job, rubbing his cock head against the roof of her mouth and the inside of her cheeks as she licked and sucked him. True to his word, barely five minutes passed before his body tensed and the fingers of one of his hands gripped her hair painfully. "Karen, please!" he cried, but she felt his balls contract and readied herself for the eruption.

Thick, creamy cum shot into her mouth, again and again the spurts surging, and Karen carefully captured every precious drop, swirling the milky fluid around in her mouth until the rushing ceased. She kept her lips tight around his hardness and pulled away and off of Mark.

Seeing her expression and the set of her mouth as she moved up closer to him, Mark smiled. "So," he said, "the eternal question. Does she swallow or spit?" Karen's eyebrows raised and the corners of her mouth quirked. "My choice?" Mark asked, and Karen nodded slowly.

Mark watched Karen's pretty green eyes and he considered a moment before saying, "Whatever you want. You won't hurt my feelings either way." Karen got up out of the bed and hurried out of the room, returning very shortly with two glasses filled with Champagne. Her smile was enigmatic when she handed Mark one of the glasses and she took a sip from her own.

"Are you going to tell me?" he asked, having a feeling he knew the answer. He took just a moment to appreciate her body as he'd never seen her before. Her softness, the fullness of her unbound breasts, so firm. Her unabashed sexiness.

"Nope," Karen said, and she sat on the edge of the bed and set her glass on the table, next to Mark's. "So, how long do we have to wait?"

"Hopefully long enough for this," Mark said, sitting up and grabbing Karen. He wrestled her to the bed, both of them laughing, and he grasped her tight tap pants and slipped them down onto her thighs. Karen froze, staring intensely into Mark's eyes, and he slowed, dragging her panties down her legs and off.

He was on her then, and they put their arms around each other as they kissed deeply. His lips left hers and nibbled her earlobes beneath her earrings, and then her neck just beneath her ear. He moved down and around until he was dragging his teeth lightly over her throat, and Karen moaned.

His lips moved down over her chest and down between her breasts, around the bottom of one, and then up over the top before moving across to the other and moving across it with kisses, licks and nibbles. Her breathing was rapid, and Mark guessed that her breast were very sensitive.

He pressed the flat of his tongue down on her nipple, covering her completely, and he dragged it over her stiff areola and hard nipple. Her gasp was music to his ears, and Karen's arms wrapped around his head, hugging him close to her breast. He sucked her into his mouth and swirled his tongue around her, pressed her against the roof of his mouth and squeezed her as he sucked, and Karen whined.

Moving to her other breast, he likewise made love to her, stroking his fingers lightly down over her belly and feeling her legs kick slowly below him. He kissed between her breasts again, and then began the long, slow trail of kisses and nibbles down her taut belly.

When he reached her tidy, clipped bush he rubbed his cheek into the softness, the slightly oily fur there, and then moved lower still. He kissed her pussy with an open mouth, rubbing the flat of his tongue over her and dipped into her cleft. Mark guessed he was on the right track when Karen grabbed both hands full of his hair and yanked it painfully.

Her thighs rose up and apart, and Mark gripped her ass tightly, his thumbs against her inner thighs. He pressed with his thumbs and used them to open her up to him. Karen's loud, low moan encouraged him, and he started licking and sucking first her outer labia, and then used his lips and tongue to search and explore her inner labia, ending at her engorged clit.

She was very wet, and when he released her ass and drew his hands away, Karen looked down, worried. "Is everything okay?" she asked, still breathless. His answer was to slip two fingers into her, and he watched her lift her hips from the bed and arch her back, pressing her head hard into the pillows.

He pressed into her, feeling the jerky spasms inside her against his fingers, until his thumb rested in the hollow between her labia, against her clit. He ran his tongue around her clit while he fucked her with his fingers, loving the way she writhed and moaned. He'd been with a few women, and Karen was the most appreciative of his skill, by far. Or maybe he was just taking more time because it was more important to please her than he usually had done.

Either way, Mark could see, by the deep coloring of her skin and the seemingly uncontrolled movements of her arms and legs, that Karen was very close to orgasm. He pulled his fingers from her and pressed his mouth to her, pressing hard against her clit while he worked his tongue deep inside her.

Mark instantly fell in love with her taste, and he lapped wildly, wanting every drop he could get her to produce. Karen's vaginal walls convulsed, contracted hard and held, released, and contracted hard again. Several times she did this, and her body was rigid. She didn't make a sound, only shaking and shuddering.

Finally, she drew in a long, loud breath and shook, as if sobbing for almost a minute. When she finally lifted her head and looked down at him, her face was nearly purple and her eyes wet. She smiled as if through hysterical tears and rasped, "Thank you, Baby. I love you," before falling limp back on the pillows.

Mark rose onto his knees and approached the head of the bed, intending to kiss and hold Karen again, and he noticed that he had taken long enough after all. His erection bounced impatiently when he moved. Karen noticed him, and she rolled onto her side, facing away from Mark and said, "That was wonderful, Baby. I'm going to get some sleep, okay?"

"The hell you say!" Mark said, a little loudly. He put his hand on Karen's hip.

Putting her hand on his, she grasped it and moved it to the bed behind her, saying, "Really, Baby, I'm so sleepy."

Taking her hip in hand again, Mark rolled Karen onto her back. Her eyes were wide, her lips pursed. Her face was a mask of perfect angelic innocence. "I've waited years for this moment, and I'm not going to wait for one more minute. Tired or not, I'm going to have you, Karen."

Her eyes narrowed as her lips curled into a sly smile. "Make me," was her purred challenge.

Mark roughly opened Karen's legs and he moved between them. He grasped her hips and pulled her to him, and she yelped surprise. Mark lifted Karen's hips and he pressed the tip of his cock into her small, slick entrance, both of them moaning loudly as he pushed deep inside her.

Karen's mouth was open and she smiled, her eyes closed. "You feel so good," she said, in a voice barely above a whisper. She reached her arms out to him, and he took her hands, holding them tightly. Karen pulled herself up, and once he'd figured out what she was doing, Mark pulled her as well, until their arms were around one another, holding on tightly.

They kissed as their hips moved in concert, both of them driving together, both pulling away. They moved slowly, their kisses amazingly tender for the passions they felt, and Karen gripped him, held him as he moved inside her.

Karen's breath caught, and Mark moaned as her pussy clamped hard on him, contracting hard and holding, and then relaxing for an instant before contracting again. She'd stopped kissing him, and Mark opened his eyes and found himself staring into Karen's beautiful green eyes. A single tear dropped down her smooth cheek, and then she drew in a deep gasp, her body seemingly released from absolute stillness.

The echoes of her orgasm pulsed around his hardness, and Karen reached her hands around him and she ran her fingers through Mark's hair. She kissed his lips once, and the leaned back in his arms.

Lowering her to the bed, Mark followed her down until he lay on top of her, still moving inside her. He kissed her again and she returned his kiss now.

"I love you Mark," Karen said, half whisper, half whimper. "Take me, please."

She arched beneath him when he made his first powerful thrust, and Mark gave up all propriety. He started fucking Karen, as hard and as fast as he could, slamming into her and listening to her delighted squealing. All of his passions focused on driving into her, using force to show his love and affection.

"Yes!" Karen cried, ecstatic, "Fuck me, Mark! Fuck me hard!"

Mark slammed his entire body against her, the blood thundering in his ears while she writhed under him, moaning loudly and screaming her joy. She pushed back against him, bucking her hips and grinding against the length of his shaft while he thrust into her. Mark's heart was racing faster than he could ever remember before and he was badly out of breath, but he refused to slow, rejected any betrayal by his body that told him to slow.

He felt her come again, hard, and saw her body not merely frozen as before, but shaking, thrashing silently under him, her cunt contracting seemingly in time with his own rapidly pounding heart. He saw her grab her hair and pull, and her neck stretched as her face turned away from him.

Mark roared as the sensation of a white hot poker piercing the back of his neck and penetrating his skull seized his body. His pelvic muscles cramped and seemed to catch fire, and his lower back exploded with tearing pain. His cock felt as though it was swelling so big that it tore open, and Mark felt his heart stop beating.

Mark found himself on his side on the bed, Karen cradling his face in her hands, placing passionate kisses on his cheeks, eyes, forehead, and nose. He had never felt anything so intense in his life, and he promised himself that as soon as he found all of the pieces, he'd put his dick back together and do it again.

Mark, feeling feeble, couldn't resist when Karen pushed him onto his back, and she crawled onto his heaving chest and held him. He managed the energy to wrap his fingers in her hair and let them gently curl in her damp silken tresses.

"I love you Karen," Mark said, and he repeated it again, sure that the first time had been too weak to hear.

She hushed him gently and whispered, "I know, Mark. Sleep now. We'll talk tomorrow." She buried her face between his neck and his shoulder and relaxed her body on him.

Mark was sure he was nodding, and then he slept.

* * * * *

Mark opened his eyes and saw through the door that the sun was out. He stretched out in the bed, his body feeling impossibly good. Nestling into the soft, warm sheets, Mark closed his eyes again and remembered the previous night with Karen.

"Good morning," he heard Karen say, and he opened his eyes.

She stood in the doorway, the sunlight behind her casting her in perfect silhouette. Around the darkness that was Karen, her diaphanous white baby-doll nighty glowed. She walked toward him, and he could see her.

Her hair was brushed out and was luxurious, a small white headband on her crown. Beneath the nighty she wore nothing, her bare breasts only vaguely obscured by the translucent fabric. A tiny lacy white G-string adorned her pussy, and she wore kitten heeled slippers with white puffs over the toes. She looked like a fantasy girl from a Playboy, circa 1958, like his fantasy girl.

And best of all, in his opinion, once she drew close enough to see it, was the look of complete adoration in her eyes when she looked at him. She was smiling softly, and she positively glowed with happiness.

"You like?" she asked, and then glanced at the tent that had sprung up in the bed and said, "Never mind, I can see that you do."

"It's not fair that you know all of my dirty little secrets," Mark whined playfully. "How am I supposed to know what to do to for you?"

Karen blinked slowly and her teeth showed brilliantly as her smile grew. "Just don't ever stop trying."

She perched her hip on the edge of the bed and ran her fingers over Mark's chest. "Are you hungry, Baby?"

"I could eat a horse," Mark said, wondering if it was too late for room service.

"That's my job," Karen said, and she slowly drew back the covers to expose his erection. "Work, work, work," she murmured as she leaned over him and engulfed his cock with her warm, wonderful mouth.

Mark gasped softly with pleasure and whispered, "Karen, you have to marry me."

She ran her tongue around the tiny head of his cock and then said, "If I say yes, can we wait a while before we set a date?"

"Whatever you want," Mark said, unable to keep the grin from his face.

"Just what I like to hear," she said, and Karen took him deeply into her mouth again.



Best Friend's Girl



His glistening blue eyes scorched into mine, and for a moment I was motionless and unable to speak as a flood of emotions swept through me. So many years had passed since I last saw him, yet the sexual fog which surrounded us both was thicker than it had ever been.

He had taken the best of care of himself over the years, his body showed it. A firm tan forearm bulged out of the bottom of his short sleeve shirt and a couple of undone buttons gave me a peak at his sexy broad chest as he moved closer.

"How have you been?" he asked carelessly.

"Good, good and you?" I shot back steadily.

"Hanging in their," he replied as his eyes moved over my body. He made no attempt to hide his obvious flirtation, as was typical of David. There is no denying the burning lust I have for him, but our spotty past makes it difficult to imagine we could ever be anything together.

Years earlier I had dated a friend of Dave's, Zack, and the circumstances surrounding Zack's mysterious death would always cast doubt on Dave's innocence. Dave was the only other person in the car during the violent wreck that stole Zack from me. Dave survived virtually unscaived. There were many rumors that Dave had somehow forced Zack off the road. Maybe they had been fighting....they had been drinking. I didn't believe they had fought because they Never did. Still...Knowing there could have been even the slightest chance of wrong doing on Dave's part made me fear him. So now, standing before him with my heart racing, my knees shaking, and my breathing short and erratic I asked myself. 'What was it I felt the most? Fear? Lust? Remorse? Or something else.

Before I could even comprehend what was happening Dave's firm sweaty palm was wrapped around my hand and he was leading me toward the door. "I need to talk to you," he spoke softly. Like an obedient puppy on a leash I followed him through the door and out into the parking lot. I stood with my back up against an old pickup truck as he touched my face and ran his rough fingers through my long brown hair.

"I've missed you, I think about you all the time." He said with a devious smile. His eyes seemed to be searching my face for some kind of answer or response. I wanted to reach out and touch him. CAREFUL! I warned myself. The next move would be mine and the next few seconds would change everything. My mind raced through a few scenarios very quickly. One with me fucking his brains out, the other with me politely saying 'Nice to see you again,' and jumping in my car and rushing home. But this choice would not be one made with my head, but with something else.

He moved closer and with one hand on the back of my head he gently nudged my lips towards his. A rush of excitement flooded me and I kissed him back. I purposely pressed my heaving breasts up against his chest as our tongues swirled around each others in a seductive dance. His body pressed me firmly against his dirty truck and I could feel his manhood growing up against my fury mound. "I want you," he whispered in a short, panting breath. Then he quickly pulled away from me.

"Get in," he insisted. The rusty hinge creaked as he flung open the door for me, and I jumped inside.

He drove, and neither one of us spoke a word as we headed down a gravel driveway, towards an old farm house. I felt like I was walking in a cloud or a fog of some sort. The creak of the door hinge seemed to help bring back to earth as I jumped out of the truck. 'What was I doing, why had I come here, I pondered for only a moment. Those questions were without merit I knew the answer to both before I got in the truck, and now I was trying to trick myself. Dave moved quickly towards me as he came around the truck like a man on a mission. His eyes were fixed on mine and he never blinked or turned away not even for a second. I tried to speak. "Dave, Dave, I....." My voice was muffled as his warm lips covered my mouth.

He practically drug me toward the back of the truck where he snatched an old blanket from the bed and hurled it to the ground. I was so torn by my own imitations I almost began to cry. Dave and Zack were such close friends, it was impossible for me to be with Dave without Zack's memory haunting me. "Come on," he pleaded in a soft voice, as he pulled me to the ground.

He was instantly on top of me grinding his hard, bulging crotch into mine. His lips were so hot, I felt I would be forever tattooed by them. He planted several kisses down my neck, and at the same time, with great expertise, he slipped one hand in between us and up under my blouse. My body responded to him as if it was no longer under my control. My hips moved in sequence with his raising up to meet his hard pelvic grinds, and my nipples hardened under the touch of his rough fingers. He rolled to one side and I began unbuttoning his shirt as he frantically yanked down my zipper and tugged at my jeans. I sat up and pulled my shirt up over my head. I pulled my jeans down over my ankles and laid back with my legs open. Ready, and waiting I had never felt so vulnerable or so naked.

He gently positioned his large, but firm body between my thighs. Then propped up on one arm, his hand slowly began to guide his large erection inside of me. I gazed deep into his blue eyes and gasped as he buried himself deep inside of me. I felt so full of him; but my juices welcomed him, and let him slip in and out of me without resistance.

"Oh God, oh God that feels so good," I heard myself say in a pant. He kissed me hard with an urgency and our bodies moved in perfect harmony in sync with each other. It felt so good, and so right! I began to relax and let the burning inside of me take over. I began a climax and each thrust pushed my one step closer to orgasm. My hands cupped his firm but cheeks and pulled him into me with each thrust. I tried to take control his timing to help me achieve the ultimate release. The smell of him was overwhelmingly pungent. "Ahhh, ahh, ahhhh!!!" I let out a deep groan as an orgasm came over me that shook me to my very soul. My climax was still subsiding when Dave's thrusts became so hard and fast, I thought I would never recover from them! Then with a deep grunt I felt his hot explosion ripple through my vaginal tunnel and singe my inner walls. He continued to fuck me with slower and slower thrusts, until he collapsed on top of me, spent, and exhausted.

"I've always loved you, you know that," he whispered, as his nose nestled up against my ear. "That's why I had to do it. You know, take care of Zack I mean." The fear and horror shot through me. A moment ago I was drunk, but now I was very sober. The rumors were true. I had been suspicious but I never really believed it, anyway you can't change the past. So Dave and I will go on together, and I will be sure to not flirt with any of his friends.



Best Friends Girl



Note from the author: 

My stories are usually Interracial. So if this offends you or not to your taste, you should not read them. 

The characters in my stories are not based on anyone that I know of or events that I have experienced, also most of the women in my stories are well endowed in the chest area. So if this is not what you like, please don't read 








"Shit!" I said quickly getting up. I was late, technically still early but with other things I wanted to do today. I was late. Quickly springing out of bed I gathered my morning work out bad and headed for the shower. As usual it was locked. "Dammit Chris!" I yelled at my roommate. He was always holding up the bathroom for hours on end. 

"Sorry Martin." I heard from behind the door. He was a good friend, well my best friend. We had been friends since high school, that was almost ten years ago. But he was such a pretty boy, he had fallen on hard times here in the big city and I decided to be a good friend and let him stay with me, till he got on his feet again. What I didnt want is the two hour visits to the bathroom. "Nearly finished." he said as the door opened. "Done." he said coming out. His blonde hair spiked with enough gel to make a playboy model jealous, he always wore skin tight clothes, which wasn't always the case. When he moved in he was a fat pretty boy, but my healthy living had paid off and now he was a muscular pretty boy. 

"One of these day I am going to buy you a skirt." I shouted down the hall. 

"Then he will be wearing mine too." a voice said from behind me. 

"Morning Roxy." I said as I quickly launched myself into the bathroom. Quickly I got changed and brushed my teeth, changing into my gym clothes which were gray sweatpants and a white muscle shirt. Taking a quick glance into the mirror. Still looked the same even though maybe a little heavier than high school. 6' 5 black guy, I worked out on a daily basis so I was in probably the best shape of my life, really low body fat, shaved head, dark brown eyes. I was fine with the way I looked and opened the door. Roxy stood there with her arms folded and yawning. She was Chris's g/f they had been dating for almost a yr now. He said she would only be staying for a few weeks, it had been four months now. Not that I was complaining she was eye candy and by eye candy I meant it. She had fire red hair, emerald green eyes, on a tight 5'6 frame, long shapely legs and a nice ass, but her main attribute was her chest, they were huge, not just huge on the verge of humongous. 34H to be exact, I know because I helped do laundry and well one of her bra's where just lying there. Sue me for looking! I pretended not to look or take interest but as a boob guy it was very hard. So I just pretended not to like her. "All yours" I said without looking at her. 

"Thanks" she yawned. And off I went. Chris worked Part time at some big time law firm in the mail room. He had been there for almost a yr now and still hadn't been promoted or gotten a raise. I told him to look for something else or show more interest in his job. But as they say you can't lead a cow to water or some shit like that. I ventured out into the cold busy New York air. And ran the two miles to the gym. It was a fine day but I was late so I took it easy doing light weights and more cardio than normal, after I was satisfied I took the bus back to the apt. When I stepped in I heard the two of them going at it in their room. I sighed didn't they know the walls were paper thin, the bed squeaked like it was about to break and I could hear him. God I hoped I didn't sound like that, I thought as I got into the shower. I took a quick shower, quickly drying off and putting on my work clothes. I worked for a advertisement company it wasn't anything big deal but hey it paid the bills and it was what I liked doing. This nice apt in downtown wasn't cheap so whatever the two of them put in helped. Before they came I was just scraping by and was thinking of getting another job. Pulling the tie up to my neck, my monkey suit was complete. Coming out of the bathroom the rodeo was over as it usually was, it was sad actually, one night I actually timed them. From start to finish was just over three minutes. I knew it had started some of the arguments they had but hey none of my business. 

I went downstairs to eat breakfast and heard the shower going. Chris came down his hair still spiky. 

"Hey." he said looking away as usual. He knew that I could hear. 

"I should invest in sound proofing this place." I smiled. To which he laughed. 

"Yeah." he said perking up. He looked at the time and quickly ran out the door grabbing his bike on the way. He usually biked it to work it wasn't that far. I sat and ate my breakfast as Roxy came downstairs. She wore a business suit, black dress that came down just above the knee's and a white top, with a black blazer over it. Her hair was curly and down to her shoulders. 

"Hi." she said. 

"Hey" I replied. We did not talk much, we had a few conversations but it had to do with Chris and I. 

"I've got a few interviews today, so hopefully one will pan out. Soon as I get enough I will be out of your hair." she said bitterly while taking some OJ out of the fridge. I took a deep breath. 

"Look" I said. "Your not a bother, actually I don't mind you guys being here." I said honestly. 

"Then what the fuck is it then?" she said slamming the fridge door closed. "Because I am getting tired of walking around here on egg shells!" she was infuriated. There was that red head anger I heard so much about. 

"Nothing." I said. "I'm just not a people person." I said again honestly. "The two of you walk around here all cheery and that's just not me." I shrugged. She looked at me still furious. 

"That's it?" she said throwing her hands in the air. "What the fuck kinda lame excuse is that?" she asked. She was right if someone gave me that excuse I would say the same thing. We lived in a large apt well not large but large for New York. And people what people? Two of them. One of which was my best friend. 

"Tell you what." I said trying to calm her before she exploded or turned into some red headed demon. "Tonight we will go out, all three of us and talk it out, obviously something's wrong and I will admit that it's mostly me, maybe Chris can up with an answer he knows me better than anybody." I said to which there was signs of the storm passing. 

"Ok but you better talk or .... urghhh" she said slamming the OJ bottle on the table, it burst open and spilled everywhere. She looked down at it. 

"I'll get it" I said. To which she grabbed a coat from the hallway and stormed out. Slamming the door. I waited for a few seconds, for my erection to fall. That was a turn on for some reason. Maybe it was because while she was standing there all I saw was her huge boobs swaying back and forth, her red hair tussling all over the place. As I gained composure I thought of other bullshit I could come up with tonight. I couldn't say I was pretending to ignore her because secretly I wanted her. Chris had been my best friend for years. I couldn't do that to him. "Fuck!" I screamed looking at the time. Now I was really late. 



When I got to the office all I could think about was Roxy and what I was going to tell her. I tried putting it out of my head but every time I tried it popped right back in. Like one of those annoying songs that won't leave, no matter what you listen too. 

"Martin?" my co worker said. 

"What?" I replied. I hated him with a passion. You know that guy at work that pisses you off just for the sake of pissing you off, but he doesn't know he is doing it. Yeah? Well that's him. 

"Did you see that show last night?" he asked across the hall. 

"If I have to tell you one more time. I do not watch television." I said. I really didn't there was no television in my apt except for the one in their room. I banned the horrible invention. It has turned many people into fat slobs that sit there and go into a coma for hours on end. Then complain that they are fat, well guess what. GET OFF THE FUCKING COUCH!!! There that's my vent for the next few minutes. Anyway back to this asshole. 

"Oh yeah. Well anyway they have this show... Ouch!" he said as I threw a book at him. "Alright fine." he surrendered. Now where was I? Oh yeah Roxy. What could I do? I mean she lived with me right? Couldn't go the rest of how ever long we lived together just arguing? I mean I could just kick them both out. Chris and I had been through a lot, I am sure we would remain friends. Damn it. Why couldn't she be ugly or something. The day drudged on, we had a meeting to which I was very surprised that an idea of mine was going to make it to the television. When we got out of the meeting my boss patted me on the back. 

"Congratulations." he said. "Go downstairs and start throwing your idea at them so they can get started on it." he ordered while walking away. Great! Downstairs that's where I started filming and development. You have any idea how many takes it takes to get a kid to sit still for 30 seconds to eat a bowl of cereal that taste like a cardboard box? No? Well I do. ALOT! Or a dog to chase its tail, they really don't like chasing their tail, I figured that out after a month of being here. I hated every moment of filming, the director said this then changed their mind to that. Go jump off a fucking cliff! 

"Martin what brings you down here?" Adrian said. Talk of the stupid director. 

"Hey Adrian. I have this for you." I said handing him the papers from the meeting. I sat down in his office which was full of past advertisements for everything you can think of. Name it, it was up there. 

"Whose the idiot that thought this bunch of bullshit up?" he said tossing the folder on the table. 

"This idiot." I replied with a smile. 

"Seriously?" he asked his jaw dropped. 

"Yeah. Angel said to get started on it asap." I said. Yeah my boss's name is Angel get over it. 

"He did?" he said picking up the folder. "So what did you have in mind?" he said looking over at me. We went into a long discussion about my idea, throwing ideas back and forth for what seemed like hours. Which was more than half the day. I left happy finally we had seen eye to eye. It wasn't going to be one of those cheesy commercials or high tech, just a normal commercial. Too bad I will only see it at work but hey, this was my job. I left work satisfied and took the subway home. Forgetting all about what waited for me when I got there. It was already dark when I opened the door. The two of them sat all nice and prettied up. "FUCK!!!" I shouted in my head as I saw them stand up. I cursed myself for bringing up going out. All I wanted to do was lie down and play some PS3. And before you start I have the PSMove so I dont actually lie down, it was a statement not an action. So shush it! 

"You forgot." Chris said. Damn him for knowing me. 

"Yes and No I am not canceling. Give me a few to change and stuff" I said holding my finger up at Roxy who was on the verge of transforming to red devil. I went into my room grabbed some clothes and then into the bathroom. I could already hear the she demon already exploding. Taking a quick shower I wondered where to go. Then I remembered there was this nice rock cafe down the road. Walking distance served nice food, had couches and local rock talent performed on the stage. Easy fifteen minute walk, probably fourty five mins inside another fifteen back and voila. I smiled at myself for thinking about it. "Ok ready" I said. 

"So where we going?" she asked. There was a hint of sarcasm in there but I ignored it. 

"The new rock cafe down the street." I replied to which both of them smiled. We had talked about going there, many times. "My treat." I said opening the door. 

"Phones." Chris said pointing to the small table inside the door. Damn his rule. Anytime we went out we left our phones at home. He absolutely hated when phones went off in the middle of eating. I put my phone on the table. I saw theirs was already there. It was a nice brisk walk down there took longer than frigging fifteen minutes though more like a half hour. But we talked some more about Chris's job heading nowhere and Roxy had a few interviews that went well. But all in all it was a nice walk. We entered the cafe which was a hole in the wall place. There were sofa's and couch's spread all over the place with tables in front of them. A small stage was in the corner and a local band was setting up. 

"Take a seat anywhere." a man with black hair, hell do I have to say it? Gothic looking. We sat in the corner and ordered some drinks and some light finger food. 

"So talk." Roxy said. Crap! 

"Ok so the reason I said earlier is correct and Chris will tell you, I have never been a people person." I began to say. 

"The worst, he actually got into arguments with his own mother, still does." Chris said nodding his head. 

"But doesn't mean that its a reasonable excuse for shunning you like I have." I said. 

"Correct" Chris chimed in. 

"So if we are going to live together, I will try and try hard not to ignore you or pretend you don't exist.. if you would hide those huge fucking tits of yours" I said. Well I didn't say the last part out loud but thats what I meant. She smiled which in the light, looked stunning she had light make up on and her was wet and curly. 

"Thank you, and I will try not to act all cheery." she said and we shook on it. She sat back in the couch and took off her jacket. I looked at the stage then looked back at her. REALLY??? I said in my head loudly. Did she have to wear that? She wore a black sheer top with a black bra underneath. Yes you could see the bra or top or whatever it was. With a black skirt to mid thigh, and fuck me boots. 

"Excuse me, that walk was a bit too long." I said getting up. Heading for the boys room. I found a stall and slammed the door behind me. Holy crap they were bigger than I thought. And those legs how I would love them wrapped around me. "Calm down" I said to myself "you can do this." That image was burned into my head. And there was nothing that could get it out. Wish I had my phone right now. I could call someone, anyone for a pretend emergency right now. Plenty of bars around here I could hide in for the rest of the night. But NO! The no phone rule! FUCK! 

"Hey Martin you alright in there?" Chris asked. 

"Yeah I am fine. Other than I want to fuck the living crap out of your girlfriend." I said. Again last part not said. 

"Ok just wondering the band started and the food is here." he said. 

"k be right there." I replied. Man up! I said to myself shaking it off I stepped out of the bathroom. "Sorry." I said trying not to focus on her or them. The lights dimmed as the band started playing. They weren't bad not good but not terrible. I liked my rock a bit louder, heavier but it was good. We drank and began to talk and with the lights dimmed I barely could make her outfit out. We got to talking and I told them about my job and my idea that might make it to the couch potato tube. 

"hey sorry to bother you but my friend over there wanted me to give you this." a woman said to me. It was a note. I looked over at the friend. She was pretty nowhere near my type but hey if it was going to get me away from these two for a while. I looked over at them and they laughed. 

"Go for it" Chris said. Roxy just stared at her then at her friend that delivered the note. If looks could kill they would be both dead. I just took it as the queen bitch syndrome and walked away. The rest of the night went well found out the woman wasn't even close to being my type. Not into working out, loved reality shows and all that other crap but I stayed, the lights had turned back on for the next act and even from here I could make Roxy's figure out. No way was I going back over there. Even if I had to stay and listen to reality tv 101. A few moments later Roxy and Chris waved at me they were leaving and I waved back. I waited for about ten minutes then said my goodbyes I took her phone number down and walked outside, throwing it in the nearest trash can I found. I walked the long way home stopping at a bar on the way. Slowly opening the door and heading upstairs to the room. I laid in bed. 

"Fuck I can't believe how big your tits are." Chris moaned. No way not again! I said to myself pulling the pillow over my head. 

"Come on fuck me" there was Roxy. And here comes the squeaking. Right on que the bed began its rhythmic squeakathon. I turned over to the clock. 1:41am. 

Roxy: Come on fuck me harder

Chris: mm fuck. 

Squeaky Squeaky. 

Chris: Damn your so tight

Squeaky Squeaky 

Roxy: Don't stop keep going. 

Chris: Fuck I can't 

Squeaky Squeaky. 

Roxy: Damn it! 

Chris: Im Sorry

I looked over at the time 1: 43am. Damn the boy needs help. I smiled and listened to them argue for a few minutes then dozed off. The morning came and I woke up to do my usual routine. Chris was again in the bathroom. I swear I was going to put a lock on the door so he couldn't get in. Roxy came out with bed hair. 

"Morning." she said. 

"Morning" I replied. We waited outside the bathroom. 

"So how did it go last night?" she asked. 

"Went pretty well, left the cafe shortly after you did and grabbed a few drinks." I replied. I didn't mention I left the woman there. 

"Sounds good." she said rolling her eyes. 

"Got her number." I said. Hopefully throwing off any scent she might have that I was interested in her. 

She looked at me and gave me the thumbs up. 

"Tell him to hurry up and when you finish, I will go in." she said. She turned and went into their room. Chris came out and walked past me without a word. I got ready for the gym and headed downstairs. Chris was down there and was sitting at the table. He didn't look too good. 

"What's wrong?" I said. Pulling up a chair. 

"You know what's wrong." he replied. "Don't act like you don't" he said with angry voice. I took a deep sigh. 

"Yeah I know." I replied. This was not a subject guys talked about either you got it, or ya don't and if ya don't ya seek medical help. 

"What can I do?" he asked. I looked down at the table. 

"See a dr bro." I said. "That shit is more mental that physical half the time, its not like you dont have the stamina I seen you run" I said. Which was true the guy was a gazelle. He looked at the stairs, then motioned for the door. We walked outside it was morning cold but not too cold. People walked by but paid no attention to us. 

"I think she is too much for me." Chris said. I looked at him with WTF face. "I never had this problem before. Remember Crystal?" he said. Do I? 

"Of course the stick figure." I said. WHAT? She was. She was like 5'9 or something and weighed like 112 lbs or slightly more or less, she was a walking stick figure. If you saw her you would agree. 

"Yeah her." he said. "I used to able to go forever and Mary before her. But Roxy from the very first time its like pfft! Two minutes tops." he said looking down at the floor. I felt sorry for him but what could I say, I never had that problem. Oh wait. 

"Cassandra." I said in a low voice. 

"That was high school." he said. 

"Nooo! We met shortly after college again and well it happened a couple of times." I admitted. Ok I am human shoot me! I felt sorry for the guy and NO it didn't happen with her it was weird, I just couldn't get up with her very easily probably cause the bitch took my virginity and ran but still a man's not a full man if he cant get it up, so she laughed. 

"Seriously?" he said with a smile. 

"Yes. Don't smile its creepy." I said. 

"So what do I do? It's causing problems." he said. 

"Like I said seek help. Its probably in that noggin of yours" 




Best Friends Girl



"Thanks" he said as he opened the door. I ran off to the gym feeling better that I helped him out. 

The rest of the day went smoothly. Except for that the debut for my commercial was tomorrow and I had to be there, as well as some people from upstairs. I came home with lots of work to do. Roxy sat at the table in the kitchen. 

"Hey." I said. She looked up with a smile. 

"Hey." she said. "I found a job!" she screamed. 

"Go you." I replied. "Where at?" I asked. 

"At that rock cafe. They gave me a card and I filled it out online. Sorry I used your computer." she said. 

"No problem." I replied. 

"I start tomorrow!" she giggled. 

"Congratulations" I smiled back. "Where's Chris?" I said. 

"He called and said he was working a double to get some OT" she smiled. Good boy I thought but I knew he probably went to see someone. "Things are looking up" she smiled and ran up the stairs. I went back to my room and sat there going over my notes. I fell asleep easy that night. I heard the door open and close. I looked up at the time 0:12am. Must have been Chris getting home late, and I heard the familiar noise of the door across the hall open and close. 

"Wake up!" I heard. Slowly I stirred. Roxy was leaning over me. "Wake up! Your late!" she said. I looked over at the time I was really late. 

"Why didn't my alarm go off?" I shouted. She held my phone in her hand. 

"You left it downstairs." she said. I ran into the bathroom thankfully Chris wasn't there today. Quickly getting dressed and ready in under twenty mins. I launched myself downstairs. Roxy was wearing jeans and a shirt, with her car keys in her hand. 

"I'll take you." she said. She was the only one that had a car. It was New York not many people drove. 

"Thanks" I said there was no way I could get there on time taking the subway. 

"Taking Martin to work Chris!" she shouted up the stairs. 

"He's home?" I asked. As we left the apt. 

"Yeah his boss told him to come in late because of the late shift he did last night." she said. We got into her car which was more of a small SUV than a car. She sped along the roads ignoring a lot of the traffic signals, reminded me of me when I used to drive. "You look nervous." she said over to me. 

"That obvious huh?" I said my hands shaking. This was big, if all went well I could get a raise and my own office. This is what I was waiting for. "Crap my notes!" I shouted. I had forgot them at home. 

"Want me to go back?" she asked slowing down. And be really late? I thought about it. 

"No, I have all the ideas of what I have to say in my head." I said. "Keep going." I told her. We reached the underground parking. And she parked in a spot. 

"You look like shit!" she said. She was right. I was sweating and my hands were shaking. She reached over to the glove box. Her chest rubbed against my thigh. Oh god that didn't help matters. She grabbed some napkins. "Here wipe that sweat away." she said sitting back in her seat. 

"Thanks." I said wiping my brow and hands. 

"How late are you?" she asked. I looked at the time. 

"Thanks to you. I am ten minutes early" I sighed. 

"See!" she smiled but then she looked down. "Oh." she said staring at my pants. I quickly tried to hide it. 

"Sorry. I should go." I said embarrassed. 

"No hold on." she said. "So those videos I saw on your computer?" she asked. 

"What Videos?" I said then I remembered that I was watching some porn before I left that morning, I must not have exited out. 

"You know the big chested women." she said. 

"Yeah but... I really should go." I leaned for the door. 

"Really your going to walk in with that sticking out?" she said crossing her arms. I came back in. "Listen I can help you." she said. "You have helped me and Chris more than we can ever thank you, so think of it as a favor." she smiled. 

"No I couldn't" I said. 

"Do you even know what I am talking about?" she smiled. Which I really didn't maybe a handjob at best? "Get in the back." she said. Pulling her hair back in a pony tail. 

"What? I can't Chris is my friend." I said and I really meant. 

"Get in the back!" she ordered on the verge of she devil voice. I quickly climbed in the back. She quickly joined me reaching on the side of my seat and pushed. The seat went back and now she was kneeling between my legs. "Chris doesn't have to know, and this only a favor, because you need this job and if you go in there the way you are, your likely to blow it. Understand?" she said looking at me. All I could do was nod, the world was spinning. She quickly grabbed my fly and pulled it down reaching inside and grabbed my dick. When she saw it her eyes widened. "Ok Wow!" she said with a pleasant surprise. She started stroking it up and down with one hand while reclining the chair with the other now she was directly above it. "Didn't know you was working with this!" she said pleasantly. She yanked her top off. "Now remember! Only a favor!" she said as I looked at her bra, it was a purple lace, loosing against holding some of the biggest tits I had ever seen. She pushed my dick under the bra and quickly began tit fucking me. 

"Fuck that feels good" I said as she rubbed them up and down against me. My dick head never made it higher than the peak of her cleavage. She started going faster. 

"Damn your lasting longer than Chris ever did when I tit fucked him" she said as she pushed them tighter together. 

"Fuck your good at this!" I said feeling my dick between her tits. I had been tit fucked before, but never with tits this big. 

"Come on you got to cum now, or you will be late." she said. Rubbing and twisting them around my dick. 

"Fuck them. I want to stay here." I said. She smiled. 

"No, Sit up look at your big dick between my tits." She said. As I looked the sight made me throb harder. "Fuck its getting bigger!" she said rubbing them faster she lowered her head and began to lick the head as it popped out then she began sucking on the head. 

"Fuck I'm cumming!" I said falling back down as I began to cum all over her chest. 

"There! Feel better?" she asked pulling her tits off of my dick and putting her shirt back on. 

"Much!" I said my mind had cleared and I wasnt sweating as much. She grabbed a napkin and wiped the remaining cum off my dick. "Thanks I ...." began to say. 

"Just a favor. Never to be spoken of again or hinted or repeated." she said climbing back into the drivers seat. "Go kill em champ!" she said. I nodded and exited the car. 



The meeting went perfect. Like she said. I knocked it out of the park. The commercial was a big hit with the execs and they had decided to show it to the sponsors who they said will gobble it up and put it on television soon. My boss shook my hand so much I thought he was going to tear it off. I never felt so happy. I got the raise I wanted and an office. No more annoying guy and no more thinking of getting another job. I could pay my rent and theirs. Hell we could move into a bigger apt, maybe one with two bathrooms. I smiled all the way home. I opened the door and saw Roxy sitting at the table she had a glum look on her face, she was still wearing the same shirt and jeans she wore when she dropped me off. They must have called and told her they didn't need her to work, I thought. I put down all my paper work and headed for the table. 

"Don't worry there will be other jobs." I said reaching out to hold her hand. She looked up at me with a lost look on her face, under her hand there was a note. I reached for it. 

Dear Roxy and Martin: 

I don't know where to start, I have wrote several letters yesterday and this morning and none of them sounded right. So I will try to be like you Martin and just say it. I am leaving, no I am not doing anything stupid like that. But I am going back to Florida. You were right both of you when you both said there is something on my mind thats keeping me from being me. The lack of interest at work and the lack of interest in our relationship. I went to seek help and I found out in a few minutes which has been holding me back for years. It's this place. New York is not meant for me the fast pace, the big lights all of it. It has never felt like home. I know Martin when we decided to leave Florida together we said it was too slow and too behind the times. But I miss it, it suits me. As soon as I started thinking about moving back I started to feel better. Even now writing this I feel better inside. And I hope the two of you understand that this is the best for me, for us. I will always hold a place for the two of you. And if you ever forgive me for leaving like this instead of saying bye face to face. I hope you will contact me. I know our friendship Martin and I know I will hear from you when you calm down. And I hope the same for you Roxy but I understand if I never hear from you again. Martin as one last favor friend to friend will you take care of her? I know you will. 

Always your friend 

Chris. 

That night we both sat there both taking turns to read the letter. Trying to find something that would change. That would tell us our friend would come back through that door but he never did. 



The End