5 comments/ 26662 views/ 23 favorites Friendship into Lust into Love By: jalbpowsl Fuck this shit, he thought, slamming the phone into its cradle. I have work to do, and I realllly don't have time to put up with Rachel's nonsense. He knew he was going to pay dearly for that, but he couldn't help himself. There was only so much blame a man can take for things that aren't his fault, things he hasn't even DONE before he just can't take it anymore. Better to hang up in anger than for that same anger to make him say something he can't take back. It's not that his girlfriend was a BAD person, really, she was just...well, she was a difficult person, though recently she'd been more difficult than usual. After almost a year together, it was not looking good for them. There'd been love there once, but now it was just bitterness and fighting. Who am I kidding? There was always as much bitterness and fighting as anything else. He put his head in his hands and sighed. What the fuck am I going to do?I'm not happy, she's not happy, but I can't...There had been a part of him that had wanted to end it for a while, but he wasn't one to give up. Besides, the fight that would come from a break up would probably kill one of them. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a flashing window on his computer screen. He turned and saw that it was Leigh, an old friend from college, IMing to let him know her bus was on its way. She was coming to town for a job interview and he'd offered to let her spend the night with him. No, he reminded himself. Not 'with me.' That's what got me into trouble in the first place. She's 'spending the night at my apartment'.He sighed again. Like wording it differently would have made any difference to Rachel. He wrote back to Leigh, telling her that he was excited to see her and to let him know when she was getting close. He was being honest, he wasexcited to see her; the fighting and stress and angst was more than worth it, and he'd been looking forward to this visit for weeks. He missed her, she'd been one of his closest friends for a long time, but recently they'd grown apart. Part of it had been the distance, the two of them having moved to different cities after college, both working long hours. But he knew that was only part of it, and he suspected Leigh did, too. Leigh was beautiful, a fact that Rachel had reminded him of repeatedly for the last two weeks. But she'd been beautiful as long as he'd known her, but nothing had happened between them. Rachel hadn't really believed that, but even when she accepted it, she pointed out that wasn't for lack of desire. It had been a mistake to admit that to her, he knew, but he didn't like lying to his girlfriend. The fact was that they'd both had long-term relationships in college, and they'd never had a time when both were single. But he'd wanted her badly. It wasn't purely physical, he was closer to her and more comfortable with her than with anyone else. But it was definitely physical, too. He'd been jealous of her string of boyfriends, all guys he thought were better looking, smarter, funnier...everything-er than him, guys who got to touch her and love her in ways he could only dream of. Of course he knew her better than any of them, and as they had come and gone, he had remained. But he'd never gotten what he'd always wanted, and now that they were living apart, he doubted he ever would. He still didn't know whether she felt the same way; as close as they'd been, they'd never crossed that line, talked about his feelings for her, or the possibility that she'd had them for him. There had been plenty of jokes and comments over the years, but he'd always laughed them off, as had she. Significant others had suspected something, he knew, and not just his own; more than one guy had confronted him over "getting in his way" or "ruining things" for him. To her credit, Leigh had never sided with a boyfriend over him, but she'd also never acknowledged the potential that he really DID feel the way they accused him of feeling, and she certainly never admitted to feeling that way herself. Now he saw his phone blinking; a text message. Shit, he thought. He looked at saw that it was from Rachel. "This isn't over." it said. "You'll regret that." Fuck you, bitchflashed through his mind. He beat the thought back, knowing nothing good would come from it. He sighed yet again and returned to work. Better not to think about how weird this night was going to be. He just hoped Rachel didn't show-up at his place and do something crazy. He didn't put it past her, but the last thing he wanted was to make Leigh uncomfortable. There were plenty of things he wanted, but that was certainly not one of them. -------------------------------------------------- John was sitting in his car at the bus stop, waiting for Leigh to make her way out. He'd just left Rachel's, having gotten the earful he suspected. "You know why she's here," Rachel had said. "She's going to try and seduce you." He'd told her that was ridiculous, that Leigh was here for a job interview, nothing else. "Then why is she staying with you? What, they wouldn't get her a hotel room?" Pointing out that he'd offered just made it worse. "Right, because you WANT to fuck her, of course, how could I forget?" "Ok, that's it. I'm not having this fight with you again," he'd said. "She's going to be here soon, and I'm tired of trying to convince you of something you'll never believe. I've never cheated before, I'm not cheating tonight." "Just remember to wear a condom; I don't want to catch anything from that bitch," she'd said as he walked out and slammed the door. He looked up and saw that Leigh's bus was pulling in. He'd do his best not to think about Rachel, her jealousy, her meanness, but he doubted it would work. Leigh was fun, but he doubted that anything could distract him tonight. He watched as she got off the bus, and suddenly all the fighting just melted away. His feelings for her rushed back when he saw her face, saw her smile at the driver as he took her bag off the bus. God, she's beautiful, he thought. Maybe he suppressed it, but all the memories of her laugh, her touch, came flooded over him. She was wearing a pair of tight jeans that showed off her legs and her ass. Oh, shit, that ass, he thought, remembering all the times he'd watched her walking, that ass swaying slowly from side to side, his mouth watering. He smiled and managed a weak wave. She ran over to him, her breasts bouncing slightly. Are they bigger than before?he thought, as he got out of the car to great her. "Yay!" she said happily, beaming as she reached him. "So good to see you!" she practically shouted, hugging him hard. Her breasts pressed against his chest, and they felt amazing.They certainly FEEL bigger... "Good to see you, too," he said, holding her tight, perhaps too tight. But she didn't say anything, she just held him, too. "How was the ride down?" "Ugh, long," she said, turning to him. "Don't say it." "Don't say what?!" he said, feigning confusion. She rolled her eyes and walked to the car. As she went, he looked down slightly and watched her hips sway, his eyes locked on her ass.Fuck, he thought. This is going to be hard. -------------------------------------------------- John drove home, listening to Leigh talking about how much she hated her job and how excited she was to about this interview. He tried to pay attention, but his mind was wandering, bringing him back to college. There were memories of them hanging out, laughing, watching TV, talking, but also memories of catching a glimpse of skin when she took off a sweater, when she came out of the bathroom in a towel... "I'm sorry, what?" he said, realizing that she was staring at him, waiting for a response to something. Leigh laughed. "Preoccupied, much?" "I mean, kinda," he stammered. "Work's been busy." "I feel like you were just telling me you were bored, a week ago? Maybe less?" she asked with a smirk. He struggled to come up with a response, but nothing came. His mind was elsewhere. "It doesn't matter," she said, apparently sensing that she'd caught him off-guard. "I was just asking whether you'd eaten. I had something on the bus, so I'm good, but I can sit with you." "No, no, I'm fine," he said, recovering his composure. "I ate, too. I figured you'd had something." Her mouth opened and a look of faux offense crossed her face. "Are you calling me fat?!" she demanded. This one was a softball. "Yup," he said confidently. "You're a fattie. A big fat fattie." "Gee, thanks," she said. She looked out the window at the city rushing by. "Do guys here like fat chicks?" He laughed. "I dunno, hard to say." He turned to her and smiled. "There are crazy people everywhere, right?" She gave him a bemused look. "Really, John? You take a poor, single girl and this is how you welcome her to your city?" "Please," he said, now rolling his own eyes. "I don't think you're lacking in self-confidence on that front." "John," she said, shifting her tone. John honestly couldn't tell whether she was now being serious or not. "Everywoman is lacking in self-confidence on that front. No woman really thinks she's attractive. Have you seriously not figured that out yet?" He didn't say anything for a few seconds. He just stared at the road in silence. In that moment, he didn't really care if she was being serious or not. Memories of a different kind came flooding back. Rachel getting mad at him for not saying the right thing when she asked him how a dress looked. Rachel getting mad at him for looking at another girl she thought was prettier than her. Rachel getting mad at him when she saw the girls in some porn he watched had bigger breasts than her. Softly, he said "well that's stupid. And it's really not my fault." Leigh's tone changed again. "I was just kidding," she said, her voice now soft, too. "I didn't mean to...bring anything up." She reached out and touched his right hand, which was resting on the center console. Her skin was soft and warm, and when it touched his, a bolt of electricity rushed through him. His muscles relaxed and the anger and frustration faded. He slowly pulled up to a red light and looked down for a few seconds, just drinking the feeling in. He looked up at her and said, "It's fine, no biggie. My point is just that you're being silly, you have nothing to feel self-conscious about. You're beautiful and you know it." She smiled. Her hand didn't move. "That's sweet." He smiled back. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the light turn green, but he didn't move. After a few seconds of staring at his best friend, he turned away. Best not to press my luck, he thought. It's going to be a long night... -------------------------------------------------- While Leigh unpacked her stuff and unwound, John prepared himself to text his girlfriend. He clearly wasn't going to tell her about the moment in the car, but he had to say something. He'd never hung up on her twice in one day, and she was sure to be mad at him. Besides that, every moment since Leigh's arrival that he wasn't talking to her, he knew, was a moment she'd assume something was happening between them, and he didn't want that. Or did he? You don't want to be with her, he thought. You'd much rather be with...the sound of the hallway door opening shook him out of that thought. Leigh walked out and into the living room; she'd changed out of her jeans and into a pair of yoga pants. He caught himself staring, but he wasn't sure if she noticed. "Feeling better?" he asked. "Yup!" she said with a grin. "Much!" She has such a beautiful smile, he thought. "So, your interview isn't until 10, right?" he asked, trying to keep his mind occupied. "It's only like, 10 now. Do you want to do anything before we go to bed?" Probably could have phrased that better... "I dunno," she said, looking around. "We could just watch TV. Is there a game on?" He gave her a look. "A game?" "A game!" she protested loudly. "I like sports." "And what sport would be playing tonight, would you guess?" Her eyes got wide and she bit her lip playfully. "Football?" she said, hesitantly. He smiled. He knew what she was doing, and it was sweet. "Nice try, but no. For one thing, it's a Thursday. You don't play football on Thursdays." "Right!" she said, excitedly. "I knew that." "But also," he said slowly, walking over and putting his hand on her shoulder. "It's May." Her shoulder felt warm. He was close enough to smell her perfume, which brought rushes of memories back. They say smell is the closest sense tied to memory, he thought, visualizing moments from college, in her dorm room laughing and talking, in movie theaters, looking over at her and wanting to...he removed his hand, shifted away, and tried to act natural. "May isn't really football season..." "Ok, fine," Leigh said, either not noticing his change in mood or pushing past it. "There's got to be some game of some kind." "It's fine, really," he said, more comfortable now that he was out of the range of his own memories. "We can watch whatever you want, you're the guest." She smiled. "Cool, I know what we'll watch." She bounced over to the couch and grabbed the remote. And 'bounced' really was the right word; John couldn't tell if she'd changed her bra or whether she was just that enthusiastic, because her breasts bobbed gracefully up and down as she moved. Holy shit, he thought, actually feeling his cock growing harder in his pants. He tried to look away, but he couldn't. He wasn't even remotely hiding his staring, his eyes transfixed on her soft, glorious breasts as she moved, seemingly in slow-motion. The moment he finally did regain control, however, was the moment she bent to sit, her ass perfectly filling her yoga pants, which shaped and framed it in a way he had never seen before, on any woman, his whole life. In that moment, his brain didn't even fight the feeling, he didn't even try to stop his fantasies, he gave in and wallowed in the rush of erotic energy coursing through him. He visualized running over, grabbing her ass, massaging it in his hands. He broke away from that and steadied himself. Woah, he thought. Woah. He looked up and saw that Leigh had turned on some reality show he'd never seen before. He sighed and took a seat on the opposite side of the couch, consciously putting as much distance between them he could. But it wasn't enough. He tried to concentrate on the show, but every few minutes he caught a wiff of her perfume or a glimpse of her legs. He'd never really noticed her legs before, but now he couldn't stop thinking about them, how shapely and womanly they were. He felt his hard-on, which had never fully subsided, slowly returning. "Do you want something to drink?" he asked suddenly, trying to distract himself again and, even better, to give himself an excuse to stand up get away from her while things calmed down. "I'll have some water," Leigh said. "But I can get it." She jumped up suddenly and, as before, her breasts moved in a beautiful arc with her. the blood rushed into his cock and pressed harder against his jeans. She rushed past him, her ass moving quickly towards him and he braced for the mental impact. But at the last minute she turned and faced him, sliding past front-ways. His eyes widened as what passed by his face was not her ass, but instead her crotch. He could just barely make out the curve of her pussy lips. His cock throbbed against his pants, fully hard now. "You want anything?" she asked casually, as if nothing had happened. How the fuck did I go 4 years without hooking up with her?he thought. Fuck...how am I going to go the next 4 hours?! "Umm, I'll have some water, too," he stammered. Just then, the wave of perfume hit him and his eyes closed. It was almost too much for him to take. "You ok?" she asked, confusion clear in her voice. He didn't answer for a few seconds. He was desperately trying to regain control of his mind. He worried that if he didn't hold on a few more seconds he would say something that would ruin everything. And I mean everything. "I'm fine," he said slowly. Keep it together, John."Sorry, I'm just tired and stressed from work." He decided he'd regained enough control to look at her, and he turned, trying to smile. There was genuine concern on her face as she watched from the kitchen, a pair of glasses in her hand. "Yeah," she said. "You keep saying that." She filled the two glasses with water from the fridge and returned to the living room. She sat down on the couch again, this time next to him. Fuck, he thought, feeling the warmth from her body. He shifted away from her. "Woah," she said. That was a mistake, she wasn't going to miss or ignore that. There was a moment of silence and then she said, softly, "I'm sorry.I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." She shifted away from him. "No, no," he said quickly, turning to her. "It's not you, really, it's just..." He involuntarily reached for his phone, checking his text messages. Why did I do that?There was one, but he didn't read it. He knew who it was from, and he was pretty sure of what it said. "I know. I get it," Leigh said, her voice still soft. "You don't..." her voice trailed off. He felt horrible. This is not her fault, John, he thought.Look what you did. "Look," he said. "It's not like that. It's not. I just..." "I shouldn't have stayed with you," Leigh said sadly. "No, Leigh, it's not about me, I've got no problem with you staying here." What does that even mean? Why did I just say that? "No, I know," she said, her voice harder. "It's not about you, I get that." John didn't have a response, he didn't know what to say. There wasn't much of anything TO say. Finally it was all out in the open. Well, maybe not ALL. "She just..." he started, scrambling for something to say. "She's just...uneasy is all." "She doesn't trust me," she said. That hardness was rising, but her voice was still somehow sad, gentle. That wasn't wrong, but it also wasn't complete. And there was no reason to make Leigh feel bad about Rachel. "She doesn't trust me," he said, softly. Leigh looked up at that. That confusion was on her face again. "Why wouldn't she trust you." He sighed. "Look." It was time to stop this before it got dangerous. "It's not really about who doesn't trust who. I just feel like, it's better for us to be, you know, extra careful." Leigh didn't say anything. She just looked at him. He continued, nervously filling the silence. "I mean, the thing is, you're...you know. You're a beautiful woman and here you are, in my apartment, spending the night, and...I mean, it's better to just be careful, you know? We don't want anyone to suspect anything happened, right? I mean," just stop talking, John.But he couldn't. He kept going. "I mean, even when we were in college, you know, people wondered, people got uncomfortable about us, and...and you know, they weren't crazy." Shit. "And what does THAT mean?" Leigh asked. That hardness had returned to her voice. The only ones who'd ever actually implied anything openly had been herboyfriends, never his girlfriends. They'd always made their complaints known quietly, and he never told any of it to her. "No, no!" he said. "I don't mean your boyfriends were right not to trust you. That's not what I mean at all." So much for stopping this. So much for making this not hurt her."I mean they weren't wrong to worry about me, about how Ifelt." There was silence for a few seconds. She was sitting Indian-style, facing him, but her head was down. He could hear his own heart beating, but he couldn't hear anything from her. It wasn't even clear she was breathing. What did I do? Friendship into Lust into Love She looked up at him. Her face was softer. She half laughed, half snorted and turned away. She didn't say anything. "You're just trying to make me feel better," she said finally. "No, I'm not," John pleaded. I mean, I am, he thought, but that doesn't mean I'm wrong. "Look, it's not really about us. I mean, it is...but it's not." He paused. "Rachel's not a bad person, Leigh, she just...she just has her doubts." "Yeah," Leigh said with another snort. "About me. She's never liked me." "But that's the point! Her feelings for you have nothing to do with YOU. They're about me." "And why would she assume that you," she paused, hesitated. "Have any feelings for me." John didn't say anything. Pushing this too far would make not only this conversation worse, but also risk destroying their friendship. But he hated to lie, and he'd come this far. "Because I told her." The words hit like a ton of bricks. There wasn't a sound in the whole room. He couldn't even hear his heartbeat for a few seconds, and then suddenly it was pounding inside his chest. He stared at his feet, but out of the corner of his eye, he could see that Leigh was not; she was staring at him. Out of the other corner, the flashing light on his phone felt blinding. He turned away from his phone and looked at Leigh. The silence was deafening, but he suddenly felt much more peaceful. She is so beautiful, he thought. Her wavy brown hair fell gracefully over her shoulders, framing her face. Her soft features seemed almost angelic as she looked back at him. Her eyes were steady but warm. There was love in them. A small but bright smile crossed her lips. Such a beautiful smilehe thought, his muscles relaxing slightly as a feeling like a warm blanket slid over him. For the first time in hours, he didn't think about the rest of her body. For the first time in months, he didn't think about Rachel. He wanted to kiss her. The desire was all-consuming. He stared at her lips, which looked so soft and inviting. He wanted to touch her, to feel her touch him. He wanted to give in to what he'd wanted for so long, thought about so much. He needed to feel her pressed against him. He needed her. Leigh's smile faded and his heart fell with it. She looked suddenly sad, worried. Suddenly he panicked. What have I done?His heart raced and his skin felt suddenly cold. "I just..." he stammered, trying to rescue this conversation. I was so close. "I'm not a homewrecker," Leigh said forcefully. He had forgotten about Rachel. Those feelings of anger and pain came rushing back to him. The fights, the texts, all of it. For a second, he felt his temper rising inside him. But then, strangely, unlike ever before. It disappeared. He felt calm, resolved, relieved. "Fuck her," he said. Leigh looked confused. His confidence rose. "Fuck. Her." he repeated, even more forcefully. He darted forward, reaching out with his hands, sliding his fingers through her hair and wrapping them around the back of her head and neck. He pulled her in close to him as he rushed forward himself. Their faces were about to slam into one another when he practically stopped himself and instead gently pressed them together. That moment their lips touched was unlike anything he'd ever felt before. To say there were fireworks would be cliché, but in his mind, it's exactly what was happening. It felt like sparks were literally flying between them, the energy rush was so profound, so powerful. Her lips were even softer than he'd imagined, and they felt incredible. The smell of her skin and her perfume rushed over him even more powerfully than before and he moaned. She moaned back. He realized she was kissing him back, something he hadn't even thought about or noticed, his need to kiss her was so strong. Her lips parted slightly and he slid his tongue between them, brushing gently against hers. Her muscles twitched and he panicked. Too far,he thought. He pulled back, but when he did, Leigh leaned in with him, keeping their lips together, moaning in protest. Alright, then... He held her tighter, more confidently. He hadn't really thought about whether she wanted this kiss, but now that he knew she did, he moved forward aggressively. He slid his tongue between her lips again, tilting his face to the side to press against her harder. He brushed the tip of his tongue against her tongue, sliding along it slowly, gently, then glanced over the roof of her mouth. This elicited another moan. He'd always enjoyed the sounds and sensations of female pleasure, especially when he was the one creating it. But this was different, this was another level. These moans turned him on in a way nothing ever had, in a deeper, more powerful, more passionate way. The vibrations of their lips, the tensing and relaxing of her muscles, the energy of her passion coursing through his skin. His hard-on had returned in full force, pressing against his jeans. Normally it would have been painful, but now, nothing could hurt him. They kissed for several minutes, both of them moaning intensely, the pleasure consuming them. Leigh's hands were resting on his chest, but John's had moved from the back of her head, over her shoulders, down her arms, then back up and around her back. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her in tightly. She fit so well in his arms. They broke the kiss and looked at each other, panting. Neither of them had any idea how much time had passed. There was an intensity in her eyes, John saw, and he assumed his looked much the same. "Wow," she said finally, breathlessly. "Wow," John repeated. "I have wanted to do that for so long..." Leigh laughed. "Yeah, well, you've been looking pretty good tonight yourself." "No," John said, staring deeply into her eyes. "I mean for years." She smiled softly, sweetly. He smiled back at her. He felt happier in that moment than he had in longer than he could remember. They just looked at each other for a few seconds, smiling, not saying anything. Finally, he said, "You are so beautiful." Her smile faded and she looked away. He knew what she was thinking. He should have felt guilty, too. If either of them should have felt guilty, it should have been him. But he didn't. He didn't feel guilty, he felt free. Free and happy. He reached over for his phone and, without hesitation opened his text messages. He didn't read what Rachel had written, though he would later see that it was the same vitriol that had characterized their conversations for days. He opened a new message and wrote a three word reply: "We're through. Goodbye." He lifted it and showed it to Leigh. A look of shock came over her. "But, you...I...I didn't..." "I don't care," he said. He felt strong, confident. "I don't know how you feel or what you want, but I don't care. I can't be with her anymore, I don't want her. I can't be with someone like her now that I've had you, now that I want you. I want you, Leigh. Even if I can't have you, I want you." Her eyes got big at this and she breathed in sharply. For a moment, he thought he had just destroyed his chances with her, had scared her. But instead, she leaned in and grabbed his head, kissing him with an intensity that made his own kiss seem pedestrian. He had again underestimated her feelings, given the strength of his own. He leaned into the kiss and indulged years of pent up desire. When this kiss broke off, he realized that his hands were on her thighs, his thumbs on her inner thighs. He could feel warmth coming from her pussy. He pulled his hands back and said, softly, "Sorry." She laughed. "Seriously? At this point?" He smiled. Oh, this is going to be good... He put his hands back on her thighs. She closed her eyes and tilted her head back. He slid them up towards her. She moaned. When he reached the tops of her thighs, he slid his hands up her stomach, over waist, into her armpits and then around front, cupping her breasts in his hands. Woah, he thought. They were soft and yet firm, just as he had imagined. He gently caressed them, feeling her nipples hard under his palms. She moaned louder. He massaged them harder, gaining confidence. He'd fantasized about this so many times, he knew exactly what he wanted to do, and it felt as good as he'd imagined it would. Her moans just encouraged him, egged him on. Having met no resistance thus far, he decided to press his luck. He moved his hands down and grasped the hem of her shirt, lifting it up. Leigh's hands quickly took over, lifting it up over her head, revealing her flat stomach, her breasts nestled in her bra, her bare chest and shoulders. He leaned in and kissed her collarbone, moving back and forth from left to right, then up to her neck. More moans, more tingling, he could see goosebumps on her skin; this was better than he'd ever imagined. He slid his hands around her back and up to her bra clasp. He leaned back and looked her in the eyes. That passion had reached even higher levels, the intensity burning into him. He undid the clasp, not taking his eyes off hers. He reached up to her shoulders and slid it off. He moved his hands down over her bare skin, cupping them in his hands, still not taking his eyes off of hers. He leaned in and kissed her softly as he began again caressing her breasts. She moaned, begging for more. He gave it to her. His kiss became more passionate, harder, as did his grasp on her breasts. He broke off the kiss and moved his hands off her breasts, leaning back. "Holy shit," he said. "You are...so hot." Her breasts were amazing, just as beautiful as he'd imagined they'd be. The years he'd spent trying to catch a glimpse of them were now behind him, and in front of him were the most beautiful tits he'd ever seen. She smirked and twisted her hips slightly; they moved with her, almost bouncing. His eyes were locked on them. He leaned in and kissed the top of her breasts, cupping them in his hands. He moved around, kissing the sides and in-between them. He moved over to her nipples, taking each in his mouth in turn. He sucked and kissed and worshipped. She moaned, of course, but his mind was locked on her breasts, everything else faded from his consciousness. He had no idea how long he played with her breasts, but he only stopped when she leaned back and pulled his head off her chest. He pouted, but she smiled and kissed his forehead. He leaned back and pulled his shirt off as well. He pulled her in close, feeling her bare breasts pressed against his own skin. She was warm and soft, she felt just like a woman should feel. He held her tightly as they fell backwards onto the couch, their bodies intertwined. They kissed more, that same pleasure and passion coursing through their bodies. His leg was between hers and she ground her hips against his thigh, her pussy pressed against him. Her back arched and she moaned with pleasure. He lifted up and watched her, her breasts sliding back and forth with her body, which was writhing. Her eyes were closed for the most part, though occasionally she opened them and he saw they were rolled into the back of her head. She smiled and moaned. It was the hottest thing he'd ever seen. He reached down and slid his hand along her leg, lifting his own leg up and replacing his thigh with his hand. She gasped as he cupped her pussy over her pants. Her eyes shot open and locked on his own. He pressed hard against her and rubbed, slowly. She whimpered with pleasure, her nipples rock-hard. He could feel the heat coming off her pussy. "Fuuuuuck," she said. "That feels incredible." It was the first thing either of them had said in what felt like hours, though it had actually only been a few minutes. John smiled. He couldn't take it anymore. With his other hand, he took hers and placed it on his crotch. Her eyes got even wider as she felt his cock through his jeans. "No way..." she said. She scrambled to undo his belt. He had to take his hand off her pussy, which she didn't even seem to notice. She was like an animal, desperate to get at his cock. He didn't resist. She sat up and pulled his pants down, taking his boxers with them. His cock shot out as his pants fell, sticking straight out towards her. She gasped and John laughed. She ignored him. She softly placed her hands on the base of his cock and slid her fingers upwards along it. They felt electric and he moaned as she touched him. "Holy shit," she said softly. "It's beautiful..." She looked up at him and repeated herself. "It's beautiful." "Thanks?" he said, feigning modesty. He knew what he had, but it still felt amazing to have her so awed. She leaned in and kissed the head. He moaned again, but as before, she ignored him. She kissed up and down the shaft cupping his balls in her hand. He had never felt pleasure like she was giving him, had never wanted something more than he wanted her mouth. Apparently she felt much the same, because suddenly she ran her tongue along the shaft and took it into her mouth. He gasped as she slid her lips down his cock, taking more than he ever would have imagined possible. He leaned forward, his muscles tensing, his mind overwhelmed by the pleasure. He tried to speak, but only another moan came out. She slid up and down his cock, which pulsed in her mouth. It had never been this hard before, and he had never been this turned on before. "You are incredible," he finally gasped. His mind was still misfiring from the incredible sensations, but he couldn't stay silent anymore. He watched as her head bobbed up and down on his cock, and his hand was rested on the back of her head. She moaned into his cock, and the vibrations sent even more pleasure through his body. She lifted her head up and said "You have an amazing cock, John. My God..." she returned to sucking it, sliding her lips and taking more of it into her mouth each time. He moaned again. She put her hand on the base of it and slid it with her mouth, twisting her wrist as she did. His head felt like it was going to explode, he was so close to cumming he couldn't stand it. "I need you," he said softly. He didn't even really understand what he was saying, but he meant it. He needed her. He needed to feel her against him, feel himself inside her. She stopped and looked up at him. Their eyes locked. She was panting from her exertion and didn't say anything for a few seconds. "Then take me," she said. He didn't need a second invitation. He took her by the hands and lifted her up. He grasped the waistband of her yoga pants and pulled them down quickly, taking her panties with them. He took a moment to admire her pussy, which was presented to him at eye-level. It was beautiful, perfect, its lips called to him. He leaned in to kiss it and he wrapped his hands around her waist, taking her ass in his hands. That ass... He buried his face in her pussy, putting his lips between hers and running his tongue along her clit. She yelped in pleasure and put her hand on the top of his head, her fingers running through his hair. She moaned and ground her hips against his face. She tasted fantastic, she felt warm and wet and soft and he loved it. He licked and sucked on her clit, her moans and gasps rewarding him for each new thing he tried. He moaned into her pussy as well, loving every second of it. She pulled his head back and tilted it up to face her. He pouted and moaned sadly. "Is that what you meant?" she asked breathlessly. There was a smile on her face and her hair hung over her shoulders and breasts. It was the most beautiful view he had ever seen in his whole life. "No," he said softly. "Then take me," she said forcefully. He stood up and took her by the shoulders, pushing her back onto the couch. She laid down and looked up at him. As had happened repeatedly that night, he had a new "sexiest thing I've ever seen" as she splayed out on his couch, completely naked, her body glistening with sweat, electric with passion, begging for him. He was not going to keep it waiting. "Spread your legs," he commanded. She did as she was told and he climbed on top of her. "Be gentle," she begged. "Please. It's been a while, and I've never had anything like that." He smiled. She knows just what to say, he thought. "I'll try," he said. "But I make no promises." She licked her fingers and wet her pussy, though it wasn't necessary; between her saliva on his cock, his own adventure between her legs, and her own body, there was plenty of lubrication. She reached down and positioned his cock at the opening to her pussy. He pushed his hips forward and slid the head inside her. She gasped. "Slow, slow!" she said. He tried to go slow, but he couldn't hold back anymore. His hips pressed forwards, sliding his cock deeper into her. Her eyes were as big as dinner plates, her breathing shallow. Her pussy was tight and wet and warm. It felt amazing, unlike anything he'd ever experience before. "You can take it," he said. "Please, I need you to take it. Please." She relaxed and closed her eyes. "No, don't close your eyes. Look at me." She did as she was told. He slowly began sliding out after only going about halfway in. When only the head remained inside her, he began sliding back in. She gasped again, "you're stretching me!" "You can take it," he repeated again. "Please...I need you." "I need you, too," she said. He was now all the way inside her. Their eyes were locked, their bodies intertwined. They were together in the way he'd always dreamed they would be, and it was orders of magnitude beyond what he'd ever imagined. "I love you," she said. "I love you." He smiled. It was so obvious, it was something they both knew. "I love you, too, Leigh. I've loved you for longer than I can remember." As his cock moved inside her, her hips ground against him. She held him close and he held her closer. They kissed, releasing all inhibition and throwing self-consciousness to the wind. Their lips wrapped around one another, their tongues slid back and forth inside each other's mouths. They moaned in time. "You feel so perfect," he said, panting, breaking their kiss but not pausing for a moment his rhythmic thrusts. "I've never had anyone who-" "Who fit so well!" she shouted. "You fit me so well!" His eyes closed and he fought back the urge to cum right then. He slowed and tried to focus on something else. He tried not to think about what he was experiencing, how amazing the feelings from every part of his body, from every sense, were. But he couldn't. He was not going to be able to hold on much longer. "Leigh," he said. "I'm going to cum soon. I can't hold it much longer." "Don't!" she exclaimed. Her breasts were bouncing with his thrusts. Seeing that almost sent him over the edge. "Don't hold back! I'm almost there, too! Please, cum. Please!" "Where?" he asked, breathlessly. He was almost there. So close. Just hold on a few more seconds. Please, body, please don't end this yet. "Inside me!" she said without hesitation. "Please, John. Please...cum inside me!" He should have been shocked, he should have been distracted and taken aback, but he wasn't. His mind was overwhelmed and this just sent him over the edge. His muscles tightened and he thrust deep inside her, deeper than before. His cock throbbed and his balls tightened. He lost it, pounding into her with abandon, knowing that he was hurting her but unable to stop himself. He needed her, he needed to cum inside her. Just before he was about to cum, Leigh's back arched and she screamed. It was unintelligible at first, but then he heard "I'm cumming!" Holy shit, John, I'm cumming! Keep going, keep going, don't stop, don't stop, cum with me!" He did as he was told. He grabbed her shoulders tightly and slammed his hips against her, his cock thrusting into her pussy and he came with her. He came deep inside her, filling her up with his cum. He came harder than he ever had before, longer than he ever had before. His mind exploded, unable to process all the pleasure and the satisfaction. Friendship into Lust into Love His body collapsed on top of her, all his muscles relaxing, refusing to move. His head was in her hair, and he smelled her perfume up close, which was intoxicating. For a few seconds, he wasn't even sure that he was alive or awake. His whole body tingled, his toes curled in pleasure. His cock throbbed inside her pussy. His heart pounded, his lungs gasping for air. He could feel the same from Leigh's chest, which was pressed tightly against his. They didn't say anything, they just enjoyed each other. "I love you," he said. "I love you." He could feel her smile, but she didn't say anything. She ran her fingers along his spine and moaned slowly, softly. "Thank you," she said. "Thank you for not holding back." He smiled and lifted himself up enough to look into her eyes. His smile faded and he looked at her seriously. He realized in that moment that he loved her more than he'd ever loved anything, and it wasn't just the post-coital bliss. This was the best woman he'd ever known, the most beautiful, the most amazing. He loved her totally and completely. He leaned in and kissed her. Somehow, he was sure that she knew. They just laid there for a few minutes, holding each other, silently loving the happiness they had discovered, that they knew they would now be able to have forever. Eventually they left the couch and moved into the bedroom. As they climbed into bed, John was again mesmerized by a glimpse of her ass, bent over and inviting him. He reached out and ran his hands along it, sliding his fingers from cheek to cheek, grasping it in his fingers. She turned and looked at him, smiling. "Seriously? You're ready again already?" He laughed. "No, no. Just taking advantage of being able to touch something I've admired from afar for so long." She rolled her eyes. "Besides," he continued. "We should go to bed. You've got an interview you REALLY need to rock tomorrow." She laughed and turned to hug him. Their bodies pressed against each other and he felt loved totally and completely. It was an amazing feeling, one he couldn't wait to feel forever. They got into bed and laid together, their bodies fitting together as perfectly as his cock had fit inside her. They both sighed and their muscles relaxed. His arm rested on her side, her breast in his hand, their bodies spooning. "I love you," he whispered in her ear. She reached up and squeezed his hand. He felt her sigh. "I love you," she said softly. "I love you." They held each other that whole night while they slept, finally feeling that perfect fit, completing each other, just the way they'd both always dreamed of.