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Just Friends

By: TheDR4KE



There's a saying that a girl will never find a guy who is "just a friend", that every guy thinks about having sex with the girl he's talking to. I'd say that's true, but it sells short our ability to control ourselves and play the game called civilisation, society, community.

She was part of the group. More a part than I, and not just because she'd known most of them for longer. There's chatting about people, behind the scenes, that I wasn't a part of. A network of information sharing, opinion forming and concensus building that would make the World Trade Organisation green with envy at it's efficiency. (Or at least that's the impression I always get ;-) )

But I digress. She was part of the group and I slowly worked my way in as well, through humour and wit; through not being too pushy; through making friends with the right people; through playing the game.

We'd gotten together once - ducked off (not too inconspicuously, and I still have to grin at the memory) and spent a short but great time together. Touching and kissing, we explored each other with the vigour and glee of two naughty kids.

We started slowly. I kissed her. She kissed me back. Our kisses got harder and deeper. My hand on the back of her head, fingers entwined in her hair, pulling her back so I could kiss her neck, nibble on her ears. The slow disrobing: kissing every inch of breast and shoulder and side and waist as it's revealed. My mouth hot on her body, tracing out the lines of every joint. My tongue making trails leading towards nipples, towards pussy. Trails for my lips to follow with kisses and caresses. The end of each trail a reward, and a place to stay and play.

She wanted to taste herself on me. I wanted her to taste the both of us together. My tongue and fingers massaging her pussy lips and clit and g-spot, building her up and up and up. My cock rock hard, waiting nervously like a race horse at the gates, twitching and foaming at the mouth. My mouth moved from her pussy to her face, the kiss the same for either lips. Deep, hard, passionate, and exploring every pore with my tongue. Sucking on her lips and clit, her mouth and tongue. Then breaking off the kiss and pushing her up against a wall, lifting her up, sliding my cock against her heat, her flood. Sliding myself in. Engulfed ... enraptured.

Our fucking was as hard and deep as our panting breaths, and I came stronger in the reality of it than I ever had in my fantasies about her. I went down again, and came up with our juices mingling on my tongue for her to taste, as we'd wished. 

But that one time was all too short, and then we both had to go, parting with a kiss and a hug and the taste of sex.

The next time I hadn't sorted out my boundaries yet. I was with someone else, and we held off. Then I didn't see her for a while, and when I finally did she was with someone else. I wonder if it was as hard for her when I wasn't available, wasn't responding to her jokes, her moves. 

Last night we met up again with the group. No question of whether I was or wasn't thinking about sex. I was there with my friend, and we played up hard. An exhibit in the hot tub. Passionate, erotic, public fucking. But she would only watch. My smoldering glances invited her to break her promises, to join us in our slow primal dance of lips and tongues, of kisses and bites, of touching and grasping, of hot and cold, contrast, passion, need, lust. She sat and watched. I kissed and played and fucked, and stole glances at her when I could. She yearned but held. 

And later that night we parted again with a hug and a kiss, but not our taste. Oh how I lust...

There's a saying that a girl will never find a guy who is "just a friend", that every guy thinks about having sex with the girl he's talking to. I'd say that's true, but I think that girls are thinking sex too, amidst their other thoughts of romance and seduction. We just have to learn to take it slow, wait in readiness, be friends first. Even in an adult chat room like Lit.

Just Friends



I enjoy writing stories and getting comments from readers about them but so far, all the comments have been from men.  I know there must be women like me who read erotic stories.  How about letting me know what you think ladies?  Thanks.

We were always friends.  Even today if you asked me what our relationship was I’d tell you we were friends, just friends.  Except for that one memorable moment the summer we turned 18…

Glendale is a small town, population less than 500.  Everyone knew everyone else and we used to joke that the townspeople knew what you were going to do before you did it and if they didn’t, they’d make something up.  We moved there when I was in the fourth grade.  I grew up there and I loved it.  My name is Katie.  I’m a 5’8”, 145-pound brunette with a nice smile.  I’m smart and I graduated at the top of my class, such as it was.  I was valedictorian and my friends voted me most likely to succeed.  Succeed at what I asked them?  My classmates were my best friends and I loved them all.  But, as with every group, there were some who stood out more than others.  Jamie was one of those.  He was a 6’2”, slender, blue eyed, blond with large hands and long fingers.  You know what they say about long fingers!

Graduation was behind us with our entire lives stretching out before us that summer.  I hadn’t seen most of my classmates since school ended.  I was working fulltime at the café as a waitress and saving as much as I could for college in the fall.  One day when things were really slow Jamie came in for a soda.  He sat at the counter and we chatted while I filled the salt and pepper shakers.  He played some songs on the jukebox and left me a one dollar tip for an 85 cent cola.  The next day he came back with his best friend, Greg.  Greg was also blond, but green eyed instead of blue.  He was 6’4”, had a gorgeous body and a killer smile.  The two of them could have had anyone they wanted and presumably did!  They left me a substantial tip and that set the pattern for the summer.  They would come in while it was slow, play some tunes, get something to drink, maybe a piece of pie, flirt a little and then leave. 

Along about the middle of July, Greg left town for a week to visit family in Montana.  Jamie’s job was outside and he was tanned a delightful shade of brown.  He came in one day while Greg was gone and caught me looking at him.  He played some songs on the jukebox and insisted I dance with him.  I looked at his dark hands on mine as we danced and it sent a shiver up my spine.  He held me close during the slow songs and come to think of it, they were all slow ones!  We were friends, but that night I fantasized about being his lover.  

He didn’t come in the next afternoon but that evening he accompanied his parents to the café for dinner.  As I was serving them, he winked at me.  I almost dropped his burger.  His parents were discussing a trip they had planned for the next day.  It was obvious they were going to be gone until late.  When they got ready to leave, Jamie made an excuse to come back in as I was cleaning off their table.  He came up behind me as I was bent over the table reaching for a glass.  I heard a sound that might have been a moan behind me.  I stood back up and spun around.

“Are you working tomorrow?” Jamie asked.

“No, I’m off tomorrow,” I answered.

Jamie tucked my tip into the pocket of the apron I wore over my uniform.  “Come see me,” he winked and turned and sauntered off.

I stood there watching him, feeling the tingle where his hand had brushed against my lower stomach when he pushed the money into my pocket.  I wasn’t sure what he meant but then again, if that was a moan I heard, maybe I was sure after all.

The next day dawned hot and sunny.  It must have been 95 degrees out by the time I got up the nerve to see what he meant.  Small towns have small town ideas.  I knew we were inviting gossip if I drove to his house.  So, since his house was only four miles up the road from ours, I decided to ride over.  I saddled Princess, my buckskin mare, and took a bottle of ice water to drink.  I left the small blanket tied to the back of the saddle in case I found a spot along the way where I wanted to stop.  Going cross-country meant three gates to open and a low creek to get across but it would be worth it if I could avoid the curious stares of the people passing on the road.

As it turned out, I didn’t have to go all the way to his house.  When I crossed onto their land, I saw a tractor with a figure on it in one of the fields.  As I got closer, I saw it was Jamie and he was baling hay.  I rode up close enough for him to see me and left Princess tied to a tree where she had grass to eat.  She was munching happily as I took my ice water and started across the stretch of field between the tractor and me.  I took a long swig of the water and one of the ice cubes spilled out into my mouth.  It was a large piece and I left it in my mouth as I closed the bottle.

I watched Jamie step down off the tractor.  He had his shirt off and I could see how shiny his skin was with the sweat running off him.  He picked up his shirt and used it to wipe the sweat off his face.  I’m sure he had his own water but as I stepped up to him, I handed him mine anyway.  He took it and opened the bottle and began to drink.  His head was tipped back and I could see his Adams apple move as he swallowed.  I began to feel flushed and it wasn’t just the temperature of the day!

I took the ice cube out of my mouth and moved closer to him.  I reached up and placed it against his neck just below his jaw.  Jamie shivered but didn’t move away.  I let it slip down his neck and Jamie’s eyes closed.  He stood there with the bottle at his side while I ran the ice down his chest and circled one of his nipples with it.  Before it could melt anymore, I slid it across to the other nipple and swirled it around that one as well.  A trickle of melted ice ran down into the hair at his navel and I reached out and licked it off.  Then I stepped back.  Jamie continued to stand there waiting to see what I would do next.

I turned and headed for the trees.  Even though I knew his parents were gone for the day, I still didn’t want anyone to see us.  When Jamie realized I wasn’t going to do anything else and opened his eyes, he saw me walking away toward my horse.  I untied the blanket from her saddle and turned back to Jamie.  He was still standing where I left him.  I motioned for him to follow me and I ducked into the trees.

By the time Jamie got to the trees, the blanket was spread and I was sitting cross-legged in the middle of it.  My boots were off and I was just waiting for him.  Jamie stepped onto the blanket and without saying a word he lifted each foot in turn and removed his own boots.  Then he knelt down in front of me and pushed me back against the blanket.  He followed me down and pressed his lips against mine.  I thought I’d died and gone to heaven being in his arms.

One of his hands reached around and grabbed the braid hanging down my back.  He used it to anchor my head in place and then his tongue was sliding against mine.  He pressed himself against me and used my braid to hold my head against him as he rolled over so I lay on top of him.  His tongue continued to rub and dance against mine and I could feel his growing erection against my thigh.  I moaned when one of his hands moved down to cup my breast.

He rubbed his hand over it and I knew he could feel the nipple getting hard against his palm.  I pulled my shoulder back to make it easier for him to touch me.  He rolled us over again so he was on top.  This time we ended up with both his legs in between mine.  The hard bulge in his pants was pressed against the crotch of my jeans.  He groaned and pressed himself harder against me.  Then he pulled back and unsnapped the western shirt I wore.  My bra was a front hook style so I expected him to unsnap it as well.  Instead, he lowered his head and bit at the nipple he could see poking up through the smooth fabric.  It felt wonderful.  I was pressing up against him by the time he finally unfastened the hook.

When my breasts were finally free, he wasted no time in sucking one nipple.  His mouth was so hot and wet I groaned at the feel of it.  He continued to lick and suck on it and I could feel the wetness between my legs deepen.  I was running my hands up and down his warm back by the time he pulled back.

He lifted himself up onto his knees and began licking his way down my stomach.  When he reached my waistband he sat back on his heels.  His hands reached down and unbuttoned his own jeans then mine.  I could see the firm bulge of his long cock pressed against the fabric.  He slid the zipper down on my jeans and pulled on the sides so they slid down my legs.  I pulled each leg up in turn so he could slide the jeans off while he crouched between my legs.  He hadn’t removed my panties.  

He settled back between my legs and laid his hand against my mound.  He pressed the heel of his hand hard against the top of my slit right above my clit.  I couldn’t help pushing up against his hand.  It just felt so good.  He continued to rub his palm over me while his fingers pushed my panties in between my lips.  I spread my legs wider apart and brought my hands down over my breasts.  I wanted to touch him so bad but I couldn’t tell him to stop touching me.

Finally he bent down and placed his lips against my stomach.  His tongue slipped under the waistband of my panties and then he grasped them in his teeth.  I lifted my hips as he pulled my panties down with his teeth.  When my pussy was finally uncovered, I settled back and lifted a leg so he could pull them down.  He didn’t bother pulling them off the other leg before his lips were pressed against my slit.  No man had ever put his lips there before!  I didn’t know what to do and then his tongue was probing between my pussy lips.  He put his tongue right against my clit!  I moaned as my legs fell all the way open and I pushed my hips up against his tongue.

“Shhhhh,” he whispered before he pulled my pussy lips apart for his searching tongue.  He lapped at my clit and I couldn’t believe how wonderful it felt!  I was on fire.  I didn’t know whether to beg him to do it more or make him stop because it was so decadent.  I didn’t get a chance to do either because he suddenly pushed two fingers inside my pussy.  He twisted them around and moved them in and out as his tongue licked all over my hard little clit.  I could feel my orgasm building.  It was almost too much.  I could feel my pussy getting wetter as I tightened my muscles around his fingers.  All I could do was moan and hump my hips against his face and hand.  Suddenly I shivered and my entire body clenched as I came on his face.  He knew what had happened even though I hadn’t said anything and he looked at me and smiled.

I lay there gasping for breath and feeling the spasms of my pussy on his fingers as he watched me.  Finally he slid his fingers out, sat back and unzipped his jeans.  His cock was long and hard.  He slipped his jeans down to his knees then pushed himself up and over me.  Our mouths met, hot and greedy as his cock pressed against my pussy.  I spread my legs further apart as he rocked his pelvis against me.  He just kept pushing it against me as we kissed, letting his cock slide against my clit and pussy hole.  My hands were pulling at him and I finally reached down and placed them on his ass.  He pushed back against my hands then harder against my pussy.  I grabbed his hard cheeks and tried to pull him against me.  Jamie groaned into my mouth.

He moved back and reached down between us.  He pulled his cock up and I watched him run his thumb across the hole at the end.  It glistened with his pre-cum and my juices.  The head was so swollen and it looked so hard before he pressed it against my clit.  I rolled my hips up and his cock slid down until that gorgeous, big head was poised outside my pussy hole.  I wanted to ask him to fuck me but I just couldn’t say those words.  Then I didn’t have to as he sank the entire thing inside me.  I closed my legs around his waist and put my heels against his ass.  He thrust hard against me and my heels ground into him with each push.  He bent his head so he could look down the length of our bodies as he fucked me.  I wanted to weep it felt so good having him inside me.

He planted his elbows on either side of me and thrust into me again and again.  I wanted it to go on and on but much too quickly I felt myself spiraling up toward another orgasm.  He looked at me when I whimpered and moaned as it built up.  He kissed me again and groaned when he felt my pussy clamp down on him as I came.  My own groan answered his as I felt his cock expanding with his own spasms.  It jerked inside me and I felt his hot cum squirt against the walls of my pussy over and over again.  He tried to hold himself above me but I wouldn’t let him.  I wanted to feel his full weight on me.  My legs slid down and we held each other close.  When our breathing returned to normal he pulled back and we grinned at each other.

We both felt so good that we broke out laughing.  He held me and we rolled back and forth over the blanket kissing and laughing playfully.  When our silliness passed, we got up and got dressed.  We both knew this wasn’t a forever thing.  It had no future but, that day - that afternoon, we didn’t care.  He went back to work and I rode home.  Greg came home and things went back to the way they had been.  And it wasn’t until later when I looked back on that hot afternoon that I realized the entire thing took place without either of us ever saying a word.




Just Friends



This is a true story. However, for obvious reasons, people’s and place names have been changed. Any similarities are, therefore, a coincidence, and were not intended. It is drawn from my own experience.

It was about eight o’clock when she rang and hung up. She did that when she wanted to talk, but didn’t have credit on her phone. I rang her back.

“Hi, Dave? Sorry, I’ve no credit. Can you call over?”

“Sure, Niamh, no problem, I’m on my way.”

I grabbed my coat, it had been raining hard all day, and the wind was starting to pick up. It was mid-term, and most people had gone home to see their families, and, more importantly, “borrow” food and money. I knew what this was about. I’d been friends with Niamh since the first day of college just over a year ago. We met going into our first lecture, through a mutual friend. Since then, we’ve grown really close, and I count her as my best friend. Niamh hates being alone on a night like this. She was staying in her house, her house-mates having gone home for the week. I had decided to stay up as well; a few of my friends had decided the same, so it would be a good laugh. She never feels safe, so many’s the time when I’ve been rung at one in the morning to walk her home from a pub. I walked out of the row of houses, and into her estate, the two being connected. Inside two minutes, I was at her house. She answered the door with usual energy.

“Hi Dave!” she yelled as she hugged me. “Thanks for calling over! So, how are you?”

“I’m grand, Niamh. Not a bother.”

“Is the weather really bad?”

“No such thing as bad weather, just the wrong clothes.” She looked at me sarcastically. “But it is getting very wet and windy, if you can’t tell.” My coat was drenched. She took it, hanging it next to a heater. “And I think the drainage streams are rising. My house could be flooded.” Maynooth was notorious for flooding at this time of year. Every year for the last five, and still, the council refused to do anything about it.

“Again? Jesus, Dave, that’s, what, four, five years running now?” This was the kind of shit-chat that passed between us. We would talk for hours, about home, college, friends, and of course, love-lives. Hers was always the far busier, she could have men queuing up at her door, yet she always seemed to pick the biggest wanker of them all. One, who only lasted two weeks, is fair game for a dig at any opportunity. Rumours abounded of his questionable sexuality.

We were talking about one of her house-mates, who was as easy as the Daily Star crossword, when, at about half past ten, the lights and radio suddenly died. The power was gone, a black-out. We managed to dig out a candle. It wasn’t very big, and probably would last no more than an hour. I knew that my estate was on a different circuit, so I rang Pete. He said the power was gone there, but they’d enough candles and beer (hey, we are students after all!!) to get them through the night. I knew Barry was gone home for the week, so there would be a spare bed in my room. I offered it to Niamh, knowing she would like, but wouldn’t need, someone around.

“Could I? If you don’t mind, like. Would it be okay with the others?”

“Hey, you’re my best friend, I’m not going to leave you alone tonight, knowing the way you are” I assured her. “And anyways, that’s my beer they’re drinking! Come on, get your coat.” She grabbed a hat, coat and scarf. Then she went to put up the umbrella. I opened the door. The rain was so heavy; we couldn’t see the end of the driveway. The wind must have been gusting at close to 90mph. We just stared out the door. I turned to her and said “Right, come on. We’re not getting there by looking at it.” I turned to go, but just as I did a flash of lightning split the sky in front of us. The thunder sounded instantly. We were right in the middle of the storm. Even I was having second thoughts about continuing.

“You know what, Dave? We’re staying here.” I heard her say.

“That might not be a bad idea. Are you sure it’s okay with you?”

“Well, I’m not letting you go home in that! Christ, what if a tree fell on you? I wouldn’t be able to live with myself.” She grabbed me by the arm and slammed the door shut. We lit the candle, and talked. As the candle burned, the storm raged outside. It moved very little. I felt the room grow colder. Not just the room, the whole house.

“Niamh, what kind of heating have you got?”

“Well, it’s the pump that’s not working. No electricity to move the oil. Dave, I have something to ask you. Don’t get the wrong idea here, I like you as a friend only, like, but with no heat, I was thinking that maybe, shared body heat would keep us warm tonight?” Her voice had grown uneasy; she was nervous, unsure as to what I’d say. She started talking fast, like she does when she feels that way. “I mean, if you want to, but if you don’t its ok. I won’t be offended or anything if you don’t. Oh, shit, I’ve ruined our friendship now, haven’t I?”

“Niamh, no, it’s okay. We’ll sleep together, if that’s what you want.” I had actually needed no time to decide. I had been attracted to Niamh since the moment I met her. She was 5’8”, and was very thin. She had small breasts, but they were definitely there. I later realised she had a great ass. One that I could watch all day, if only I got the chance. But by far her best features were her legs. They seemed to go on forever. In truth, she was perfectly proportioned. I had often thought about asking her out, but I knew she didn’t like me like that, we’d joked about it often enough.

“Okay, but we’re only sleeping together. No sex, understand?” I knew she meant this, but the thought of waking up next to her was something I couldn’t resist. Even if that was all I’d be doing with her.

“I won’t start anything if you won’t” I joked. We moved upstairs to her room. Quickly, she grabbed her pyjamas and headed for the bathroom to change. I sat on her bed and shed my jeans and rugby shirt. I crawled into her bed in just a t-shirt and boxers, inhaling her scent from the sheets. I knew better than to try anything, I did actually want to be able to look her in the eye the next time we met. She came back in and dumped her discarded clothes in the washing basket next to her dresser.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” she asked again.

“It’s better than freezing to death, isn’t it?” I replied, throwing back the duvet to let her in. she scrambled in over me to the inside of the bed, anxious to avoid looking at my groin, not to mention brushing against it. Her pyjamas looked warm, pink with white animals all over them. Lying down on my left hand side, she rested her head on my shoulder, and went to sleep. Here I was, in bed with the girl I’d held a crush on for months, I could actually feel her small but firm breast resting against my ribcage. Needless to say, within minutes I was hard as a rock. My thick eight inch cock making a very definite tent in her blankets. God, I prayed she wouldn’t wake up just then. Or that she would, and find a use for the condition I currently found myself in. But she stayed asleep; I wrapped my arm around her, and drifted off.

The next morning, I woke first. I’m a light sleeper if I’m sharing a single bed. I looked at my watch, 08:23. I didn’t hear any rain outside. That’s when my senses returned: Niamh’s left hand was resting on my stiff prick, just the thin layer of my boxers between us. And her fingers had made a start on working their way through the gap in my underwear. I could feel the tips of them resting on my shaft. What’s more, her left leg was draped over mine, resting between it and my right leg. I was closer to heaven than I ever thought I would be. I couldn’t resist myself, gently so as not to wake her, I shifted my weight, sliding the fabric of my boxers out of the way. Her hand was now reaching through the fly in my shorts, resting on my fully erect dick. I couldn’t believe this. I was ready to feign sleep at any second, in case she woke up. I lay there motionless for what seemed like a full ten minutes, it felt like every last drop of blood was racing through my engorged member. Slowly, I reached down with my right hand, placing it over her left. I gently closed the fingers around my shaft. Feeling her small, soft hand close around me like that was one of the best sensations ever. Suddenly, she made a small noise, instantly I feigned sleep. I was worried I’d been caught. I lay there, perfectly still, trying to catch a glimpse from the corner of my eye of what she was doing. I felt her raise her head. She was awake! Had I been caught? My heart raced. What had I done? Why had I risked it? I thought of giving the game up and “waking”. Just then, I felt her hand draw back, still clutching my penis! I felt the covers being moved back, and her hand start slight stroking movements. Niamh was wanking me off. And, she was watching herself do it. I almost shot my load at the thought. Almost.

I opened my eyes. Niamh’s were fixed firmly on my prick. God, how I wanted her at that moment. I decided to see how far I could get. I moved my right hand up to her breast. She turned and looked me in the eye. 

“Oh shit, Dave. I’m sorry I didn’t mean to.” I silenced her with a gesture, and undid the top button on her pyjama top. “Dave, maybe you shouldn’t do that. I mean, who knows where it will lead.” I undid the next button. “Dave, did you hear me?”

“I’ll stop if you will.” Her hand was still clamped down on my dick, moving the foreskin lightly over and back across the head. I undid the next button and slid my hand through to play with her nipple. It was already hard as I ran my fingers over it. I didn’t get long to savour the moment. Her hand applied more pressure to my cock, and before I knew it, she was pressed into me, her tongue exploring my mouth. I kissed back, hard. I didn’t just want her now, I needed her. My hand had been forced from her breast when she jumped me, my watch catching the cloth of her top and ripping the remaining buttons through their respective holes. My right hand now descended, feeling the gentle curve of her waist, coming to rest on her ass. I squeezed gently, forcing a moan to escape her already occupied lips. By now, she had released me from her grasp and had moved herself on top of me, her weight pressing into me, her legs spread-eagled either side of mine and her cunt grinding into my cock, just her pyjama trousers and panties stood in the way.

I moved my hand up, and back down again, this time catching my fingers underneath the elastic of her pyjamas and the top of her g-string. I felt the silky skin of her ass. I took my time here. It had taken months to get my hand where it was, I wasn’t about to move it off now. But move on I did. I slid my hand down between her legs. I could feel her pubic hair brushing against my fingers. I found her slit and gently moved my finger up along it, moistening it in her juices.

“Dave, wait. Are you sure we should do this?” I found her entrance.

“I can’t think of a reason why we shouldn’t.” I circled her clit.

“Ooooooh, that feels good. But what if… mmmmm, oh god, yes!” I slipped the full length of my middle index finger into her. She plunged her tongue back into my mouth briefly. “I want your cock in my pussy, Dave. I want you to fuck me, I need you to fuck me. Fuck that feels good!” I now had a second digit in her and was stroking them in and out. She raised herself off me, looked down and wrapped her right hand round my member. “Get those fingers out and get this in.”

I needed no more encouragement. I lifted her up and swung her feet around so that they rested above my shoulders, with her effectively sitting on my groin. She raised herself and I grabbed her trousers and g-string ripping them up and off next to my head. I saw her bush for the first time. It was the same colour as her hair, neat and small, yet I doubt if she trimmed it. Now my turn. I raised myself and she dragged my boxers off me, down as far as my knees. With her left hand, she pointed my aching cock in to the air, rubbed it against her pussy lips, stopped and forced herself down onto it. I watched as five inches disappeared inside her. She grunted as I penetrated her. She raised herself up about three inches and plunged back down, repeating the process until I was buried in her to the hilt, her ass resting against my balls.

“Holy shit, you’re big.” She rocked her pelvis back and forth, grinding herself against me. It seemed like the bed would break, as it creaked under us. She placed her hands on my chest and pushed her self up off my rigid cock, slamming herself back down with as much force as she could muster. Up, down, in, out. We seemed to go on forever. I raised my right hand and cupped her delicate breast, pausing briefly, to twist her nipple. Her response was instant. “Christ, I’m… cumming!!!” she shook violently, her mouth open, eyes closed, back arching in pleasure. I wasn’t quite ready to join her in orgasm. Grabbing her hips, I swung her round on her back, my cock still inside her, so that now I was on top.

“We’re only getting started, Niamh, only getting started.” I drew myself out and thrust back in, slowly at first, gradually picking up the pace. She felt so hot, so tight, she was what I’d been chasing all last year, every girl I’d picked up in the local nightclub, nick named the g-spot, every girl I’d chatted up after tutorials or lectures, when this was the one girl I’d been chasing. She was building to another orgasm, I knew I would be joining her this time; I was aching to cum, to shoot my load deep inside her hot cunt. My thrusts were deeper and faster now, the pleasure almost unbearable. I could feel her juices leaking from her burning snatch, running down my leg, coating my balls. She was close, I could tell so easily. Her eyes were closed, her mouth open, her head thrust back, presenting her neck to me. I couldn’t resist, and kissed her there, gently running my tongue from her chin to the base of her neck, and on to her breasts, flicking over her hard nipples.

“Cum with me… Dave, cum…with…ME!!!!” She started a scream, only stifling it by biting into my ear. I felt her nails raking across my back, and more importantly, her pussy walls clench around my cock. It was too much, I had to cum. With one final thrust, I felt my balls tighten, and my hot cum flooding through my dick and deep inside her.

We lay next to each other for a moment, my receding cock slipped from her snatch. Her hand moved rapidly to it, stroking it gently, working me back to a state of semi-erection. I moved my left hand to her breast, toying nonchalantly with her nipples. I never thought I would get to see her like this, I knew it had been well worth the wait. She was kissing my chest now, her left hand playing with my sack. She kept moving down, flicking her tongue lightly over my skin, until I felt her place a kiss on the tip of my penis.

I looked down just in time to see her open her lips and take me in her mouth, her tongue caressing the head, causing flames to race through my groin. Within moments I was fully erect once more. But she didn’t stop there. This time she was going to taste me. Her hand was gripping the base of my shaft, her lips sealed over the head, her tongue playing, teasing the sensitive underside. It was the most intense feeling I had experienced. As amazing as her cunt was, it could not compare with the talents she held behind those lips. She briefly released me, licking her way down the shaft, and flicking over my sack. She took my left ball into her mouth, I was in heaven. Not once in all my fantasies, had I imagined it could feel this good. She switched to the right ball; I opened my mouth, but was unable even to moan. She was driving me wild; I couldn’t take much more of this. She worked her way back up my cock, pausing to kiss the tip. Then, she dived down the length of it, taking in as much as she could, before coming back up, repeating this several times.

“Oh, fuck, Niamh, I’m… so… close…” I struggled to get the words past my lips. On hearing this, she gripped the base of my cock, pulling her lips back to the head, and started to work her hand up and down. I didn’t need much more coaxing.

“Ugh”, I came copiously, shooting jet after jet of thick semen down my best friend’s throat. I just kept cumming, it seemed like I would never stop. Niamh certainly hadn’t expected so much. I heard her gag, and saw some of my seed seeping out the corner of those gifted lips. Finally, after what seemed like an age, the last of my cum trailed from my cock. She licked the last from the hole at the tip, before licking her lips, and wiping them free of whatever bodily fluids had rested on them.

She returned to me and laid her head on my shoulder.

“Wo…” I started to say something, but I was cut off mid-word.

“Don’t say anything, Dave. Just make sure you come back again tonight, ok?” 



Just Friends



The words on the screen seemed to pulse against the white background. Despite everything, the monitor glowed an alien shade of green, appearing from across the room to be something out of the "Alien" films of her youth. Jennifer blinked, then laughed at what she'd just read. "These kids need to quit with this fan fiction shit," she laughed and clicked the window on the small Dell closed. "Seriously, the Truth or Dare scenarios are way overdone!"

"What was it this time? Benji daring poor Joel to suck his cock in front of the entire band?" Amberly giggled as she bounced into the small office space. Their apartment was little- though it contained three bedrooms- and Amberly had given up any thought of extra storage space to allow Jennifer this private sanctuary for her writing. They shared the computer, the living space, and a fifteen-year friendship that had outlasted more highs and lows than most marriages.

"No, it was this crap called Her Civic Duties, with like all of the guys and New Found Glory," Jen shook her head slowly, dismissing the piece of writing. "Well-written, but what a crock of shit."

"At least it was well-written," Amberly grinned and patted her on the back. "That story you and Benji read to me the other night was clearly written by a five year-old."

Jen laughed at this. "This was alright, just cliché. I should tell the boys about it when they get here." She sighed, pushed her hands on the heavy oak and swiveled her chair far enough from the desk to stand. "When they getting here?"

Amberly shrugged. "Well, they've only been home like what? Four days? Paul said he's got mad laundry to do, the twins totally bailed, and Billy's head is lodged up Linzi's ass."

"Go figure," Jen laughed as she followed her friend from the office and shut the light. "What's new?"

Amberly snorted and went to the refrigerator to extract a bottle of Diet Coke. "Yeah, anyhow. Paul says Chris is still in town for a few more days, and the two of them are just laying low. So I told them they could show up any time, we weren't going anywhere."

"Right," Jen nodded as she searched their cabinets for a bag of chips. Tostitos, Pringles, and Lays all dominated the cabinetry, but she was holding out hope for the Doritos she'd seen Amberly stash the previous night.

Amberly cleared her throat as she poured her favorite Garfield glass full of soda. "You're not listening to a damn thing I'm saying, are you, Jen?"

Jen stared at her friend and shook her head, then turned back to searching for the lost treasure. "You said Chris is still in town, he's staying with Paul, Paul says they're laying low, and they'll get here whenever cause they're men and are incapable of making exact plans."

"Right," Amberly giggled. "Okay, so you were listening!"

Jen nodded as she extracted the Doritos from a hidden corner and smiled victoriously. "Men are so useless, you know? They can't make plans, it's like in their genes to be impossible to set a time for anything."

"If they did give us a time, they'd end up showing up ten hours later anyway," Amberly grinned as she took another sip of her drink. "So we're better off not knowing. Now we can't get mad at them for turning up late."

"You have a point!" Jen grinned as she gestured at her friend and took a loud crunch of a Dorito. "Paul is absolutely abominable with being on-time. Chris, meh, he's still yet to prove himself either way. But Paulie is the worst."

Amberly smirked as she walked into their adjoined den and threw her athletic body onto the sofa. "But you wuv him so, don't you, Jen?"

"Do not!" Jen objected, turning a guilty shade of pink. "Besides, I've been friends with that bastard since we were in grade school. Trust me, there is nothing glamorous about Paul Anthony Thomas."

"Mmmhmm, I believe you," Amberly laughed as she switched on the television and began to surf through the channels. She passed over Oprah and Springer, searching instead for MTV2 and the few other music channels that the two girls received on their basic cable. She settled on a familiar video, laughing as she dropped the remote control onto her stomach and stared up at her friend. "Look, it's your man!"

"HE'S NOT MY MAN!" Jen groaned and tossed herself into their La-Z-Boy. It was a hand-me-down from Jennifer's parents, a worn out blue armchair that had seen far better days and was nearly Jen's own twenty-three years. "I don't claim any of those fuckers!"

"Such language," Amberly smirked as she cranked the volume and the melodic voice of their friend filled the apartment. "I really do like this video, though. In all seriousness. They did a good job with it."

"Whatever," Jen sighed as she shut her eyes and tried to relax. She'd been at the computer for hours, working on an inquiry for her new novel. Amberly had been patient with her- as she always was- and simply occupied herself around their place, cleaning and cooking, folding laundry and painting. An aspiring artist, Amberly had an immense collection of watercolors that depicted everything from sunflowers and the Heavenly Father, to crazy, wild pointless mixtures that seemed to scream off the canvas she worked on. 

"You don't like it?" Amberly challenged, sitting up and staring across the room. "I mean, it's a little..."

"Dramatic," Jen frowned, her eyes remaining shut as she massaged her temples. "I'd never tell them that, but fuck, it's depressing to watch."

Amberly nodded. "True, but it's a depressing song, in a sense. You know how beaten down Joel was when he wrote it."

Jen nodded. "True. Whatever. Like I said, I don't give a fuck."

Amberly frowned and stared at her friend. "You're in a mood. What happened in there?"

Jen didn't respond, simply kept massaging her temples.

"Turned down by another publisher?" Amberly prodded, her voice dropping to a soft, understanding tone. Jen had been a writer all their lives. She'd struggled for years, taking odd jobs so she could spend her nights composing epic stories of love and betrayal, loss and redemption. Her growing desire to publish a novel had propelled the two friends to relocate closer to New York City, where the hub of the publishing world parked their Volvos and worked in expensive and shiny high-rise buildings. Amberly had made the move out of love and support for her friend, and boredom with her small hometown of Waldorf, Maryland. Their new residence- in the upscale beach town of Sea Bright, New Jersey- had afforded her more inspiration for her artwork, and a far greater amount of local clubs to waste her free time in, shopping for a husband.

Jen groaned and sat up in her chair, opening her eyes against the harshness of the track lighting above her head. "Those assholes don't understand quality writing. It's pointless."

"What'd they say this time?" Amberly sighed, understanding her friend's clear aggravation with the world of the written word. This would be her tenth rejection in the past two years- neither of the girls had thought that getting a book deal would be so nearly hopeless.

"They said," Jen hissed with resentment, "and I quote, 'Your material, while well-written and poignant, is cliché and condescending to our devoted audience of readers.' Unquote."

"Ouch!" Amberly sighed, eyeing her friend for any signs of depression. "That's biting. I'm sorry, Jen."

Jennifer nodded.

"If it's any consolation to you," Amberly continued, trying to add a lilt of hope to her voice. "I found this book to be tragically poetic, while offering a boundless amount of hope and redemption to both the characters and society, in general. You really raised some important issues, and you did it in a non-threatening, not politically overbearing manner. It was truly a good work. One of your best."

Jen blushed. "Thanks, Am."

The doorbell rang and Amberly hopped off the sofa to answer it. Jennifer raised her gaze to meet familiar brown eyes as her longtime friend entered the apartment and cocked his head curiously to the side. "Why so down, Jellybean?"

Jen giggled and ran to the male, laughing harder as he scooped her up into his large arms and spun her in a circle before placing her feet back to the tiled floor. She grinned and leaned on her tiptoes to peck his cheek. "I was rejected, Paul" she chuckled. "Again."

"Fuckers don't know what they're passing on," the other male offered with a sympathetic grin. "I read what you sent us, and holy fuck. Talent, Jen. You've got talent."

Jen blushed, a deep rouge spreading across her cheeks as she approached the 6' tall male. "Thanks, Christopher. You always know exactly what to say to cheer me up!"

Amberly folded her arms over her small chest and rolled her eyes. "I said the same damn thing and she just huffed at me!"

Both men laughed. "Well, you don't have a penis and a sexy bald head," Chris smirked and hugged Amberly from behind. "You're lacking the proper equipment to make a compliment truly a compliment."

"Apparently," Amberly laughed and pecked Chris on the cheek. "Sheesh."

"What'd they give as a reason this time?" Paul inquired softly as he followed Jen toward the overstuffed brown sofa in the center of the small den. "And by the way, why the fuck did you move to this place again? Do you know what kind of a drive we had to get here?"

"Four hours and thirteen minutes," Jen smirked as she sat beside the black-haired male. "I've clocked it when I've come to visit you."

"Smartass," Paul smirked as he slapped her thigh playfully. "So what was their reasoning?"

"More or less," Amberly sighed as she entered the kitchen and searched the fridge for four beers. "They told her that it was cliché and that it would be condescending to their readers for them to publish it on their roster."

Jen nodded. Chris' jaw dropped as he tossed himself into the La-Z-Boy and out-stretched his long legs. "What?" he stammered, disbelieving.

"They actually said that to you?" Paul inquired, disbelief across his face to match Chris' uncomprehending scowl.

"Well, no," Jen corrected, leaning back into the sofa and taking the Corona that Amberly offered. "They sent an e-mail."

"Even worse," Paul sighed, thanking Amberly as she handed him a Corona, as well. "Those fucktards don't understand what they're missing, seriously. One of these days, one of the publishing houses will extract their head from their clogged up asshole and realize that, hey, they passed on some real talent."

Jen chuckled and sipped her beer. "Maybe, maybe not. Maybe I'll end up fifty, single, and still aspiring to be a novelist."

Chris shook his head and sat up in the armchair that Jen had previously occupied. He removed the hood of his sweatshirt, exposing a bald head and scratching softly at the dark hairs that had started to form across its surface. In other times, he'd have black hair to match his friend's; now, he was simply devoid. "You're too hard on yourself," he sighed, thanking Amberly for the beer. "Much too hard."

"I agree," Paul nodded and placed his hand on Jennifer's denim-clad thigh. "You're very talented, Jennifer Anne Sterling. You put too much pressure on yourself, and you weight too much the opinions of people who don't truly matter. I read the book- I read everything you sent me while I was out on tour. You have talent! I've read everything from Shakespeare to King, Koontz to Plath. I like good literature, and you write some excellent material. Maybe the publishing houses are too afraid to take the chance on a new author who's so young; maybe they're all arrogant, stuffy, unadventurous assholes with red pens. I have no clue. Either way, that doesn't demean the fact that you have talent. I told you I'd pull whatever strings I could, why won't you let me?"

Jen stared at her friend and sighed loudly, placing her hand atop his on her thigh and patting his pale skin. "While I appreciate everything you just said, Paul, and I love you to pieces..." There was a pause while she swallowed down roughly and collected her thoughts. "Your 'pulling strings' would simply mean that I had to have my friend- a successful musician- use his clout to get me a book deal. Which, in the long run, means that I wasn't good enough on my own; I had to have someone else buy me into a deal. That's sinking pretty low, wouldn't you say?"

Paul shook his head emphatically and placed his beer on the coffee table in front of the small sofa. "It's not buying you anything, Jen. It would be me making some phone calls on your behalf. Not a big deal at all."

Jen bit her lower lip and stared into his warm brown eyes. "You don't get it, Paulie. I want to succeed on my own. I don't want anyone pulling strings for me. I don't want my friends- who, if they said jump, ten billion teenagers would- to be the reason that I get a deal. That speaks poorly of me and my writing, that I needed someone else to get the deal for me. My words should speak loud enough on their own."

"They should," Chris agreed, pulling his hood back over his head. "Unfortunately, the world doesn't always work like that, Jen. We make the calls and you get the deal, then you're on your own to prove your talent. If you had no talent, we could pull all the strings in the world for you and you'd still never go anywhere."

"He's right," Paul grinned as he placed the tall neck bottle to his lips and sipped. Chris bowed his head forward for emphasis and smiled victoriously.

"Hey, speaking of the worst writing," Amberly interrupted, sitting on the floor beside their large screen television and running a hand through her long, dark brown curls. "Tell them about that story you were reading online."

Jen furrowed her eyebrows and stared at her friend uncomprehending. "Huh?"

"Before," Amberly shook her head and chuckled. "You said you were reading some really blasé fan fiction. Didn't you say you wanted to tell them about the story?"

Jen's eyes lit with understanding and she grinned. "Oh yeah, I did, didn't I?"

"What were you reading?" Paul grinned, placing his outstretched right leg onto the coffee table. "Anything good?"

Jen shrugged. "Eh, just this fan fiction piece that-" 

"Fan fiction," Chris interrupted with a smirk. "Ewe!"

Paul snorted and glared over his shoulder at his friend and band mate. "Was I gay in it?" he inquired, turning his attention back to the girl seated beside him.

Jen laughed at this. Authors on the various websites that catered to stories about their band had a tendency to make her best friend's character a flaming homosexual who either lacked dignity of any sort and was a blundering moron, or was surgically attached to the right thigh of his friend, Chris. In worst cases, he was also surgically attached to Chris' penis at an anatomical spot that Jennifer didn't even want to think about. "Actually, no," she grinned. "You weren't really in the story much."

Paul nodded and sighed loudly. "Thank goodness."

"Did I get to be the bald sexpot that got all the girls?" Chris grinned, sipping from his beer and staring intently at Amberly as she fixed an errant bra strap inside her tight baby doll t-shirt.

Everyone laughed. Amberly blushing as she looked up to meet Chris' brown eyes. 

"That sounds like a negative," Chris laughed as he took another swig of his beer. "And I need to take a piss."

"Thanks for the information!" Amberly smirked, biting her lower lip as she smiled up at the drummer. They'd known each other since the day Chris played his first gig with the band, in the sweltering sun of his hometown, Salt Lake City, Utah. She'd liked Chris from that day, his straightforward, jovial manner a refreshing addition to her list of friends. Surrounded by jaded men who lied and cheated as naturally as a woman maxed out her credit cards, Amberly had loved Chris' upbeat, fun way. That night, upon being initiated into the fold, he'd taken off his entire ensemble and raced around the parking lot naked, cheering and grunting, making ridiculous noises in a primal victory dance that amused Amberly to no end. He'd simply made Jennifer roll her dark eyes, but he'd somehow won Amberly's heart.

Jen cleared her throat, trying to pull her friend's attention away from Chris' retreating form. "It was just this story that was set on the Civic Tour."

"Uh huh," Paul nodded, staring at her curiously.

"And it revolved around a game of Truth or Dare," Jen finished, shrugging her shoulders and grabbing her Corona off the tabletop. "That's all. It was cliché, but somewhat well constructed. I mean, there was technique there and the writer didn't sound twelve, but it was hardly a piece worthy of the next Zoetrope screenplay."

Paul scrunched his nose and sighed. "So it wasn't all bad but it wasn't all good?"

"Basically," Jen smiled. "You know, it had the mandatory boy-love and the obligatory naked, drunken Tony antics."

"Of course," Paul smirked, adjusting himself in the seat and tugging his shorts down further over his knees. "What would Internet fan smut be without naked, drunken, imbecilic Tony Lovato?"

Amberly nearly spit out her beer as Jen shook her head in protest. "Hey, at least it's a true-to-life depiction. When have you ever seen Anthony Lovato sober?"

Paul placed a finger to his lip and dramatically pondered the question. "In the past four years since I met him....Never!"

"Exactly!" Jen laughed, Amberly tried to contain her giggles and swallow her mouthful of fluid.

"Can't fault someone for writing the truth!" Paul laughed, pivoting his body to eye Amberly questionably. "You okay over there or are you dying?"

Amberly swallowed and gave a thumbs-up motion. "Still alive."

"Good, good," Paul chuckled, once again meeting Jen's gaze. "So, Tony was drunk, I got left out. What'd Chris get?"

"He got laid, actually," Jen blushed. Chris reentered the room just in time to hear this statement, and skipped toward the armchair. "Right on, finally, Christopher gets some action!"

"Too bad it was fiction," Amberly pointed out, mockingly.

"You win some, you lose some," Chris shrugged. "At least I wasn't cornholing Paul. I wasn't, was I?"

Both girls erupted into laughter at this, a disgusted look crossing Paul's face. "Why's it that I always gotta be gay, huh?"

Jen collected herself and shrugged. "Maybe you're just a gay kinda guy?"

Paul scratched his forehead and winced. "Umm, no. Anyhow, so it was a blasé story and we're discussing it, why?"

Amberly shrugged. "I thought you liked our little fan fiction reports?"

Chris nodded as he swallowed the last of his beer and plodded slowly toward the refrigerator. "We do, actually. It's always nice to hear that our fans are all ten years old and think that we're flaming homosexuals who hump each other raw every night like rabid bunnies. I mean, what could be more uplifting than knowing that your best chance at action every night on a thirty city tour is your fellow band mates?"

Paul snorted and nearly spewed beer out his nose, saving himself with a quick hand over his mouth. Amberly giggled at this, and shook her head at Chris. "You're horrible!"

"Yeah, well," Chris shrugged and fetched a second beer. "My dick is shriveling up from lack of pussy, what can I say?"

"There's a cure for that," Jen grinned, gesturing for Chris to bring more beers for the rest of them. "It's called a prostitute."

Chris wrinkled his nose. "As if I'd do such a thing! What do you think I am? An animal?"

"You're not?" Amberly and Paul questioned at the exact same time.

Chris nodded. "Thanks guys. Thanks for the support, the love, the nourishment of my emotional and physical needs. It's friends like you that make living worthwhile."

Jen and Amberly giggled.

"So anyhow, this story was about Truth or Dare, huh? That gives me an idea!" Chris' eyes gleamed as he handed Paul a second beer, then opened two more Coronas and handed them to each of the girls.




Just Friends



Amberly raised a manicured eyebrow. "Oh?"

"We should all get totally obliterated and play Truth or Dare. Then I can get you naked, possibly Jen naked, and maybe Paul and I can witness some girl-on-girl action. It would warm my little heart to fly home to the 'Tah with memories of such beautiful things." Chris finished his statement and glanced around the room, chuckling at the expressions on both the girls' faces. "What, no good?"

Her expression softened and Amberly shrugged. "You know, I thought it sounded fun, myself. Truth or Dare, that is. When Jen was explaining the story to me, I was thinking that I haven't done that in years. It's so immature, it's fun!" Chris hung on her every word, nodding. "It'd be like being stupid high school kids again."

Paul shifted in place, drawing a muscular leg up underneath himself. "I'm up for anything that doesn't involve me and Chris, naked on a four-poster bed. Or at least, me and Chris naked, together and alone, on a four poster bed."

Jen and Chris erupted into laughter, Amberly shaking her head in amusement. "You have such a way with words, Paul," she sighed. "Such a touching manner about you."

Paul shrugged. "What can I say? I'm loveable."

Jen laughed and patted him on the thigh. "Yes, you are."

"They're pretty gross," Chris grinned at Amberly, shaking his head in mock revulsion. "Why don't they just fuck and get it over with?"

"I ask myself that all the time," Amberly smirked back. "The sexual tension between the two of them is thick enough to cut with a chainsaw. Forget a knife- you'd need heavy artillery to break that shit apart."

Chris and Amberly laughed at this, gaining glares from Paul and Jen. "Ha ha," Paul quipped. "Real funny."

A blush had crept across Jen's cheek, but she tried to fight it, arguing softly. "You're no better! Amberly loses at least twenty IQ points every time you enter the same room, Chris. Then she regresses to roughly age fifteen whenever you tell a joke. And that time that you ran around naked? Forget it! She was practically ready to be put back in diapers."

Amberly groaned. "Not true!"

"It's alright," Chris assuaged, gesturing at Amberly with his right hand. "I'm irresistible and it's perfectly normal to be drawn to my sexy body. It is quite attractive and all the ladies are begging for a piece of it."

Paul rolled his eyes and coughed. "Bullshit."

Chris shook his head and pointed at his band mate. "You're just jealous because you're not me!"

Paul's eyes lit with mirth as he laughed, his soft chuckles turning into coughs as he gasped for breath. "Dude, you're gonna kill me," he growled as he stood and searched his shirt pocket. "That's not cool."

"No," Jen objected, reaching her hand into his pocket, extracting a package of cigarettes and taking them quickly from his grasp. "These are going to kill you. I thought you said you stopped?"

Paul shrugged, staring at the shorter girl intently. "I did. Then I went back. You try being surrounded by screaming kids all day long, 360 days a year and see if you don't crack and develop some sort of bad habit. Chris picks his nose, I smoke cigarettes. I think Benji cornholes Joel, I dunno. I don't want to know." He snatched the package of cigarettes back from Jen and began to walk towards the front door. "Oh, and I was joking about that cornholing thing. It's definitely Billy that Benji fucks."

Chris rolled his eyes as the other man stepped onto the front porch and shut the door softly behind him. "That's one image I do not need in my head!"

"Speaking of," Amberly began and climbed off the floor and onto the sofa beside Jen. "What happened with William and Linzi? I called and was like, Linz, get your ass to our house for the weekend- we're having everyone. She was pretty distant and avoidant, said she didn't think Billy would make the trip. As if we live in like China or something."

"Four hours isn't around the block, kiddo," Chris corrected, shrugging his shoulders and sipping from his third beer. "I'm not sure, though. Billy called Paul's house and he seemed distant, too. Said he wasn't coming over for Monday Night Football, he had some 'issues' to take care of at home. He left it at that and Paul didn't ask."

"Let me guess," Jen grinned, laughing at the ridiculousness of her friends' relationship. "They broke up...again?"

"Oh, like that would be something new," Amberly groaned as she crossed her legs underneath her. "They break up once a week, at least. And when he's home, I think it's probably once and hour."

Jen nodded. "They are pretty strange, but you know what the oddest part of the whole thing is?"

Chris raised an eyebrow expectantly. "What's that?"

"They're the most beautiful couple I know," Jen finished with a loud sigh. "They truly love each other and if it weren't for all the stress he's under, I'm sure they'd be married and have at least ten puppies by now."

Amberly and Chris laughed at this, nodding their heads in agreement. "What'd I miss?" Paul inquired, stepping back into the apartment and wiping his sneakers on the doormat. "Why's everyone laughing?"

"You, dude," Chris called sarcastically. "You're just too cute!"

Paul blushed. "Isn't it the truth?"

"Billy," Amberly corrected. "And Linzi. We were saying that they're break ups have hit a whole new level of ridiculous."

"Fuck," Paul chuckled as he reclaimed his seat beside Jen. "Isn't that the goddamned truth. Those two are something else. Did you hear the latest?"

Jen shrugged. "Chris says they're off again at the moment."

Paul nodded and cleared his throat, coughing slightly. "Not only are they off again, apparently, Billy thinks that Linzi's seeing this guy from college behind his back. He's all distraught and says that he can't handle the thought of her with someone else. Of course, that won't get him off his scrawny ass to go and apologize to the girl and get her back."

Amberly snorted and placed her beer onto the coffee table. "As if Linzi would date anyone else? That girl lives and breathes William Martin. She'd die before she'd date someone else."

Jen nodded. "I can't see her having interest in anyone else. She loves Billy. When they have a fight, she secludes herself in the house for days and won't even speak to me. I've known the girl how long? Linzi has heard every secret I've ever possessed, anything traumatic that has ever happened in my life. When she's upset with Billy, I can't even get her to talk."

Paul shook his head slowly, scratching the underside of his stubbled chin. "I agree there's no way she's found anyone else. Of course, trying to convince my paranoid little friend of that is not always so easy."

"Too much weed," Chris laughed, taking his first sip of a fourth Corona. "Makes him paranoid and delusional."

Amberly sighed and shook her head objectionably. "That's not a particularly nice thing to say about your band mate!"

"What?" Chris shrugged. "It's true. That kid smokes more lawn in a day than I've smoked in my entire life!"

Paul erupted into laughter at this, gaining a death glare from Chris. "You're dreaming, Christopher," he laughed. "Totally dreaming."

"Either way," Amberly shrugged, ignoring the sparring men. "We all love Linzi to pieces and wish that Billy would extract his head from his ass and propose to the girl."

"Yes, we all love Linzi," Chris nodded with a deviant grin. Paul met his eyes and smirked. Their band mates girlfriend had long since been a piece of eye candy for the entire band. With her long, tan legs, chunky blonde hair, and the face of an angel, Linzi was a woman that inspired fantasies in every eye she met. Her lips a perfect pink, her skin worthy of a Clearasil commercial, the boys had been floored when she'd fallen so deeply in love with the awkward, wiry Billy while still in high school. She was a teenage princess, he was a dread-locked outcast. In their instance, opposites had definitely attracted; and over five years later, they were still going strong. Sometimes.

"Okay, you two are horrible!" Amberly hissed, flailing her arms and rolling her eyes wildly. "That's your best friend's girlfriend you're talking about."

"I said nothing!" Paul grinned and raised his hand defensively. "I said nothing wrong!"

Amberly nodded. "It was what you didn't say that was the problem."

Jen took a sip of her beer and shrugged. "I mean, if what we're saying is that we all want to fuck Linzi, fuck. Put me down on the list, cause that girl could turn me into a proud lesbian."

"I give up!" Amberly groaned, raising her hands to the sky and standing up. "The three of you are perverts!" She turned and walked from the room, clearly taking a quick bathroom break at the opportune moment.

"That's not a bad thing to be," Chris laughed. "At least, I don't think so."

"You like Linzi?" Paul questioned, awestruck as he eyed his female friend curiously. "As in, you'd lick her tight little pussy and love every minute of it?"

Jen's eyes beamed. "How do you know it's tight and little?"

"I love you," Paul laughed, pulling Jen into a tight embrace. "God, marry me now!"

"She can't," Chris grinned, taking the seat to Jen's left. "She's spoken for, beotch."

"By whom?" Jen cocked an eyebrow and smirked. "Are you saying you're Mr. Jennifer, Christopher? Because last I remembered, there was no ceremony and no ring."

"I got cheap?" Chris questioned, shrugging playfully and pulling Jen into his own arms. "Have I ever told you how much I adore you?"

Jen gazed up into his eyes and chuckled. "You're smashed already!"

"Am not!" Chris grinned. "I just really adore you. Is there something wrong with that?"

"Back off," Paul taunted, pulling Jen into his lap. "She's mine, beotch."

Amberly returned to her original position on the floor and cleared her throat. "Chris, truth or dare?"

Jen sat up and away from Paul, sliding off his lap and back onto the sofa. "What are you doing?" She eyed her friend, trying to transmit a nonverbal message to abandon ship on her obvious plan for the moment. Truth or Dare wasn't somewhere Jen wanted to go right now.

"I'm playing Truth or Dare," Amberly smirked devilishly. "And I asked Christopher if he wanted a truth or a dare?"

"Truth," Chris nodded seriously. "I need to ease myself into nudity and theatrical stunts."

Paul laughed, Jen rolled her eyes.

"If at the end of tonight you could have wild, passionate monkey sex with either me or Jennifer- but only one of us-, who would you choose and why?" Amberly's question was meant playfully, but Jen knew very well that if Chris were to answer incorrectly, it might bring tears to her friend's jade eyes.

Chris stretched his legs out, placing them onto the coffee table. He pondered the question, a slight belch escaping from his lips as he grinned and began to answer. "I'd choose you, my dear, because you're the one that's offering me her sweating, naked body and it's only seven o'clock!"

Amberly giggled at this, Jen breathed a sigh of relief. Had Chris answered anything else, her friend would have surely gone to hysterics. One thing was blatantly clear to the girls but still a mystery to the men: Amberly adored Christopher Wilson with a wild, undeterred abandon. If he proposed marriage on the spot, Amberly would likely produce a wedding gown from somewhere in her astronomically large walk-in closet and drag the male to Vegas tonight.

"Truth or dare, Paul," Chris offered, giving his friend the best poker face he could muster.

Paul shook his head and sighed. "If we're going this route, that's fine. Umm, truth."

Chris sucked his lower lip into his mouth and made a bizarre face. "Okay, truth. What was the best fling you had on the road, this past tour, with a girl under the legal drinking age?"

Amberly looked startled and turned to Jennifer, whose eyes burned with contempt for the question. She'd known Paul since they were in third grade, she'd transferred into his class three months into the school year. She was a year younger, but clearly above the intellectual level of your standard second grader. It was quite abnormal for a student to be bumped up, but Jennifer's parents had insisted on the move. So young at the time, Jennifer had never understood much beyond the loss of her friends and the difficult situation of having to acquire new pals. She'd taken to the doughy, brunette boy whose desk sat behind her own, passing notes underneath her seat whenever the opportunity afforded it. They were both outcasts in their own right: Jennifer a wiry, tomboy whose superior intellect and ridiculously large pink glasses were an immediate turn-off to her fellow students; Paul an overweight, too tall and terribly silent boy who showed more interest in scribbling in his notebook than in playing baseball with the other boys at recess. An unlikely duo, the pair had aligned themselves with each other, and come to depend on one another for support throughout their emotionally trying school years. Jennifer knew nearly everything about Paul, save for the small sliver of gossip that remained on the road and between the male and his other male counterparts. Road talk and underage conquests were two things that Jennifer was neither privy to, nor cared to hear narratives about.

Paul nodded and bit his lip, turning to Jennifer and searching her eyes. "I don't want to say something that will make you think I'm a bad person," he sighed. "Or like....I know that...."

Jen nodded and placed her hand onto Paul's thigh. "It's okay, I know you're not the person you play on the road. It's different, right? What happens on the road, stays on the road."

Paul smiled. "Right."

"Not to be an asshole," Chris interjected. "But Truth or Dare isn't about telling a truth only if it's not going to disillusion the other participants. If you've got dirty laundry, it's going to be aired. So I think we all need to be adults, set our feelings aside, and realize that I'm shitfaced, you all need to get shitfaced, and this is just for kicks."

Amberly stared at Chris and rolled her eyes. Paul simply sighed. "So I met this girl in Atlanta? Umm, Atlanta sounds right for some reason. She said she was nineteen, and for whatever reason- alcohol, pot, X, whatever- that was good enough for me that night. So I took her back to the hotel, I called Chris' cell phone and asked him to make himself scarce so that we'd have some privacy. We watched a Pay-Per-View flick, I don't even remember what, and just basically laid on the bed together, cuddling. I mean, not to be crass, but I am a guy and cuddling isn't exactly exciting to me. I admit, I wanted more, but I wasn't going to push her. So we laid there a while, and then out of nowhere, she stands up, steps away from the bed, and strips down to nothing but a thong. I'm sitting there, watching her, totally speechless, my cigarette just clutched between my fingers as I gape in awe."

Chris objected when Paul finally paused in his narrative. "Nineteen is boring."

"Wait," Paul waved the comment off. "Let me finish. So she strips down to nothing but the thong, and I'm staring at her. Thinking that this can't possibly be happening, right? Things like this don't happen to Paul Thomas. Things like this never happen to the bass player. She stares at me as I'm staring at her, and she matter-of-factly tells me to get naked too or she's going to rip my clothing off piece by piece. Of course, having my clothing torn from my body sounds pretty fucking wonderful, but I decide to spare myself the money and just, you know, remove it nicely before it's damaged by this wild lioness."

Amberly rolled her eyes, shaking her head dismissively and eyeing Jen cautiously. Her friend showed no signs of a soured mood.

"So, I stand up and remove my clothes and I'm standing there in my boxers, staring at this little tiny chick with these monstrously large breasts. Not that I'm an expert on the anatomy of teenagers, but I'm thinking that these are some pretty impressive tits for a nineteen year-old. She, of course, is focusing on the bulge in my boxers. So as I'm standing there feeding off her with my eyes, she drops to her knees and yanks my boxers off with one swift tug. So now I'm naked, she's in a thong, and her mouth is like a fuckin Hoover, sucking me off so gloriously that my eyes are rolled back into my head." Paul stopped his tale, sighed, and sipped his beer. "Anyhow," he continued after his gentle pause. "It doesn't last cause I'm desperately in need of sex and she's just too experienced for me to fight a good fight. So I shoot down her throat, she stands up, and walks into the bathroom. She proceeds to crook her finger at me, and I follow like a useless drone. She turns on the shower, pushes me inside, and begins to run soap all over my fat, naked ass. I'm just standing there, completely dumbfounded, and she starts lathering up my cock. So, of course, lil Paulie gets all hard again and there she is, bending over gripping the spout and begging me to take her up the ass."

Chris grinned. "Oh, to be you!"

Paul nodded. "Yeah, right? So I'm standing there, and I'm thinking: Do I fuck this little vixen up the ass like she's begging me to do, or do I be a gentleman and just, you know, accidentally stick it in the other hole? So I debate this for like five seconds and decide if she's asking, I'm delivering the goods. I step forward, grab her hips, and begin trying to slowly shove my dick into this ridiculously tiny little opening. Clearly the chick's a virgin, because there's no way that there's ever been a cock inside this ass. Just no way."

Amberly cleared her throat, setting her Corona bottle down onto the table loudly. "Could you get on with the story?"

"It's nice to reminisce," Paul smirked. He turned and eyed Jen curiously, placing his hand back onto her thigh. "You alright, kiddo?" Jen nodded and he took another sip of his beer. "So anyway, yeah. So she's bent over and I've got the head of my cock up her ass, and she starts moaning. I take that as the sign that she's not in too much pain, so I shove a little more in- maybe another inch or so- and she lets out this muffled scream. I pause, ask if she's alright, and she begs me to shove in more, tells me she loves the pain. I'm thinking I just might be in love, so I shove three more inches in. She screams, but then she starts purring. Her hips start wiggling and she's pushing herself back onto me. I'm standing there, this chick is shoving herself onto my cock, and I'm thanking God for loving me like he does. Anyway, so I stand there and let her do her thing, and she gets a good six inches inside her and stops. I ask her what's wrong, and she says she can't take anymore. Which, you know, that's fine by me, it's not like I'm going to argue with six inches stuck up her ass."

"How much more did she have to go?" Chris inquired, matter-of-factly. Amberly scowled at him, Jennifer simply sighed.

"Two more inches, but who's counting?" Paul winked. "When you've got your cock up some girl's asshole, you're not caring how many more inches she's got to go. You're appreciating what she's taken, and hoping she'll allow you to start moving around a little. Yeah, so, she says she can't take anymore and I tell her that's fine. She reaches back behind herself and cups my balls, and I think I might die and find out that I'm in Heaven. I growl and she giggles. She tells me she really likes my voice and how I growl. I feel all high and mighty, Paulie's the man tonight. So I start moving inside her, slow at first, but when she seems fine, I start pounding her. I pound her so hard, she starts bleeding, but she's cooing and purring and begging for more. I take her little body and I push it up against the tiles in the shower, and I start making her moan my name. Of course, there's no way I can last like this, so I eventually shoot and ruin the whole thing. I pull her off me, clean her up, put her clothes back on, and as she's searching for her purse she turns and looks at me kind of funny. I ask what's wrong, and she starts crying. I'm like, shit, what have I done?"




Just Friends



"And?" Chris practically shrieked with anticipation.

"And she looks up at me with these large doe eyes and these tears falling down her perfect little cheeks, and she says, 'Paul, I'm not nineteen.' My heart stops, my arms go rigid, and I ask her how old she really is. I'm thinking, you know, maybe she's really twenty-five and she wanted me to think she was younger? I have no idea what I was thinking, clearly I wasn't. Hard cocks tend to do that to you. She looks at me, and the tears just cascade down her cheeks and she tells me she's eighteen."

Amberly stood up and left the room, Chris grinned. "You are one fucked up individual, do you know that? You are truly my idol."

Paul gave a mock bow, and then immediately turned his attention toward Jen. "Do you hate me?"

Jen shook her head slowly. "Hate you, no. Am I appalled at the story you just told? Yes."

Disappointment crossed Paul's face. "I thought you'd try to see the amusement in it. You know me, Jen, I wouldn't have done anything if I had known she was a kid."

"Truth," Jen frowned, eyeing Paul with a mix of contempt, sympathy, and intrigue. "I pick truth."

"I didn't ask you," Paul contested, smirking at the young girl. "How do you know I was going to pick you?"

Jen stared, challenging him to call her bluff. "Truth," she repeated.

"What is your ultimate sexual fantasy?" Chris interrupted, answering before Paul could speak. "What real life individual or individuals does it involve, and would you ever allow it to come true?"

"Is that fair?" Paul laughed, sipping from his sixth Corona. "I didn't ask that!"

Chris shrugged. "She doesn't have to answer it. She can tell me to fuck off, and then wait for you to ask her the same damn thing."

Jen nodded and waved her hand at the two men. "I'll answer that, that's fine. I gather you want details, not just a simple response with names. So let's see, my ultimate sexual fantasy, told in narrative format, with as much triple-x action as possible so as to cause you two jackoffs to salivate."

Paul shook his head and grinned.

"My ultimate sexual fantasy, at this moment, would involve two people I know well. In short, we would have a threesome. In more depth, let me see if I can explain," Jen sighed thoughtfully, and placed her beer onto the table.

"Who are the two people?" Chris inquired, leaning back in the armchair, his eyes growing heavy with consumption. "Anyone I know?"

Jen laughed at this, her cheeks blushing red. "Actually, yes. It would never happen, but the two people I fantasize about most are Linzi and Paul."

Paul blushed crimson. "Me?"

Jen blushed in response. "There's no particular reason, I don't think. Just that you're my best male friend, and...." Her voice trailed off, her eyes traveling across the room to Amberly's jade green irises. Amberly smiled, a sign that she was supportive of Jen's tale. "I don't know. Anyhow, and Linzi because she's every man- and woman's- wet dream. I walked in on her and Billy once, and I haven't been able to get the images of her out of my mind since."

"She's fuckin hot," Chris slurred softly, eyes shut and reclined into the armchair. "Fuckin hot."

Jen nodded. "She is. So my fantasy is a threesome with Linzi and Paul. It would take place in a nondescript, one-star motel somewhere in Middle America. Paul would be on the road with the band, Linzi in town accompanying Billy for the run. I would fly out, Linz and I would go shopping all day, tell girl stories, drink way too many fruit smoothies, and spend way too much money on frivolous things. We'd come back to the hotel, only to find that Billy has gone out with the other guys and the crew to some karaoke bar and left behind a note for Linz and I not to wait up. She's disappointed and hurt; I'm calm and comforting. After talking her down from her hysteria, I propose that we go to the 7-11 down the street and buy way too much Corona and get totally rotted. If we're passed out drunk when Billy returns, he'll be livid. It's perfect revenge."

"You're evil!" Paul smirked, patting Jen on the shoulder. "But I like your style, continue."

"Mmm," Chris groaned, his eyes opening to show a glassy surface. Amberly stared at their friend and shook her head slowly. "How many beers have you had?"

Chris pondered the question, and raised five fingers. "Ten."

Paul and Amberly began to laugh, Jen shaking her head at Chris' obvious intoxication. "If you keep quiet long enough, I'll tell the story and you can sober up some!" Chris grinned. "Sober is sporing."

"Anyhow," Jen continued, ignoring Chris' nonsensical comment. "Linzi agrees and we go and purchase three six-packs of Corona and two limes."

"Why two?" Amberly interrupts, a devilish gleam in her eyes. "I mean, why two limes?"

Jen shrugged. "That's the first number that came to mind? Plus, it has nothing to do with the fantasy. So ignore it. So we bring the alcohol back to the room, and as Linzi is struggling with the key to the room, Paul walks past us and stops. He asks if we need any help, wonders why we're not at the bar with everyone else."

"Paul's a crafty guy," Paul grinned, running a hand under his chin and scratching at the dark stubble that had formed.

Jen shook her head. "You want to let me finish?"

Paul held his hands up in surrender. "It's just strange to hear someone telling a story that includes you. Sorry."

"You're just nervous," Amberly grinned. "What if she tells us, in her fantasy, your dick is three inches long?"

"IT IS!" Chris shrieked, eliciting the attention of everyone in the room. 

"Shut up, fucker!" Paul laughed, shaking his head slowly. "You're totally fucked up."

Chris nodded.

"So back to me," Jen sighed and took a sip of her Corona. "I was telling a story, remember?"

"Continue," Amberly smiled warmly, urging her friend on. "You're doing a great job. I feel like I'm in the story."

"I took a class in Storytelling," Jen blushed. "My teacher said I was a 'natural', whatever that means. So yes, so. Paul approaches us and we invite him inside. How are we going to drink eighteen bottles of beer? We're not, so we invite Paul in to share. He says he stayed behind because karaoke bars are always lame; and he's had a disagreement with Benji and doesn't feel up to hanging out and pretending everything's kosher. So we raise a toast to asshole band members, and we drink half of the beer within the first half hour."

"I should of have done better," Chris slurred, raising his Corona in the air. "Party on!"

Paul stared at the other male and rolled his eyes. "Dude, shut up and put that down."

Chris complied and Jen returned to her story. "We're drunk, laughing, watching ridiculous shit on TV. At some point, Linzi gets up to go to the bathroom and I roll closer to Paul on the bed. For whatever reason- alcohol, true lust, misguided friendship- he leans forward and kisses me. Before long, we're in a full-on make out session. Linzi returns and gasps, staring as Paul reaches his hand down the front of my track pants and grins. He tells Linz that I'm so wet, and that she should come taste me on his fingers. Linz screws her face up in disgust, shakes her head at him, objects to our activities. Paul's undeterred. He continues to circle his thumb over my clit, he works a finger against the ring in my right labia. He-"

Paul interrupted with wide eyes. "What?"

"I'm pierced, Paul," Jen taunted with a smile. "Get over it."

A smirk slid across Paul's pink lips, and he slapped a hand onto her shoulder. "You're naughty! How come you never told me?"

Jen shrugged. "And how would I have brought up that conversation? Hey Paulie, I know you're playing a concert in front of ten thousand screaming kids, but hey, I got a ring stuck into my crotch tonight. How 'bout them apples?"

Paul laughed. "You could have found a way."

"It wasn't relevant information," Jen winked. "Till now. Can I continue?"

Amberly grinned, Chris merely offered a grunt from deep in the armchair.

"I'm moaning and cooing, falling prey to Paul's touch and the alcohol. I lean back against his chest, and lay my head on his shoulder. I gaze up at Linzi, and I plead with my eyes. I want to see her lick his fingers, want to hear the sound of her swallowing down my juices. She stares at me, lust in her eyes, intoxication obvious on the soft lines of her lips. But she kneels onto the bed beside us, and she tugs at Paul's arm. He places his finger into her mouth and she sucks on it, swirling her tongue and giving us a show. I gasp, Paul moans. She's perfect, like the girl next door turned into a one-night-only porn star. I reach for her shirt, and tug at the fabric. She pulls it over her head, Paul's eyes go wide. She wears no bra, and her perfectly firm and perky breasts are jutting into our faces. Paul leans forward, taking her right nipple into his mouth, sucking on her tan skin. I simply watch, observing the look of pleasure on her gorgeous face. Her lips are pursed, her eyes shut tight. She reaches for Paul's hair, running her hands through its blackness." Jen paused and took a sip of her beer. She smiled before continuing. "Eventually, I manage to get both Linzi and Paul naked. As Paul perches atop her, so close to entering her tight little body, she objects. She says it's not right, she loves Billy. We stare at her longingly, Paul's erection so close to bisecting her deepest depths. He pleads with his eyes, but she shakes her head. She slides out from underneath him, and motions toward me. 'Take her,' she says. 'Fuck Jen with your hard cock, make her scream. I'll watch!' That's all Paul needs to hear, and I suppress the urge to scream God's name as he grabs my body and plunges deep inside me."

Paul fanned himself dramatically and grinned. "My cock appreciates this story greatly, so please ladies, ignore the tent in my pants."

Amberly and Jen, not surprisingly, both turned their gazes to Paul's crotch, eyeing the very large bulge in his shorts. "That's nice," Amberly giggled. "Very nice, Paul."

Paul grinned, a cheeky offering that was characteristic to only him. "Hey, at least I'm excited- Chris over there fell asleep!"

Jen turned to gaze at Chris, his form very low in the chair, eyes shut and lips clearly pursed in the telltale signs of slumber. "Poor kid," she laughed. "He's already hit his refractory period."

"What?" Amberly raised an eyebrow.

"Nothing," Jen laughed. "So as I was finishing up and saying, I lay there while Paul fucks me senseless. Linzi is watching, running one of her long, French-tipped fingers over her tight little pussy and cooing. She matches his strokes inside me with her finger in her own pussy; the two of them choreographed in a perfect dance to drive me over the edge. I scream with my release as Paul fills my insides, staring up into familiar blue eyes as I bite my lip and ride out the wave of pleasure."

"Billy catches you?" Amberly nearly stammered. "That's part of your fantasy?"

Jen shrugged. "Yeah. The idea that he could have been watching the entire time, the thought of Billy seeing us all naked....It's sexy. I'm deranged, what can I say?"

Paul shook his head slowly and tried to hide his raging hard-on. "I'd never fuck Linzi. No matter how much she begged, I couldn't do it."

"You're assuming she'd beg you to fuck her?" Amberly challenged him, smirking playfully as Paul rolled his eyes. "No, I'm just saying. Out of respect for Bill, I'd never fuck his girlfriend."

"Truth or dare, Amberly?" Jen questioned, trying to change the subject quickly. The look in Paul's eyes suggested he might take the conversation in a direction she didn't yet feel capable of handling. What if he said he could no more fuck her than he could Linzi? What if he rejected her for her fantasy, and turned the mood sour? She hoped that her persistence in changing the subject would put an end to any potential negativity headed her way.

Amberly caught on to the tactic and answered nearly immediately. "Dare. Everyone else took a Truth, so I'll be different."

Paul smiled appreciatively. "You're always your own drummer, huh?"

"I like drummers," Amberly winked. Chris, asleep in the armchair, couldn't react.

"I dare you," Jen laughed as she began her challenge. "I dare you to go wake Chris up, without using your hands."

Paul turned and stared at Jennifer. "What do hands have to do with anything?"

Jen shrugged. "She can't just walk over there and shake him now, can she? She'll have to get creative."

"Holy shit," Paul's jaw dropped and he waved a finger at Jen. "You're dirty tonight, you know that?"

Jen feigned innocence and turned to Amberly. "Go to it!"

Amberly offered a cruel, naughty grin as she crawled across the carpet toward Chris. "Wake up, Christopher," she giggled, nudging his outstretched leg with her nose. "Wake up, asshole." Chris didn't even move. She sighed, and bit softly into his thigh. "Chris, come on, help me out here." Again, Chris didn't even budge. "I'm sorry, but I have no patience," she chuckled as she used her teeth to try and tug at the zipper of Chris' fly. It resisted, and she worried that tugging harder would hurt the sleeping male. "Ah fuck," she grumbled and placed her mouth at the crotch of his black Dickies. "This better work."

Jen and Paul watched as Amberly- who had been trying to wake Chris for no more than three minutes- wrapped her lips around his body through the material of his slacks, trying to find his most precious offerings and take them into her mouth. Clothing and all. She trailed saliva marks over his slacks for several minutes, searching aimlessly for her target. Eventually finding it, Chris' eyes opened slowly, mere slivers against the overhead track lighting. Jen and Paul grinned as Chris moaned softly. "What the fuck?" he questioned, staring curiously down into his lap. "Amberly, fuck. What are you doing?"

Amberly stood up and grinned. "Completing my dare."

Chris stretched, yawned, and smiled. "And what was that?"

"I had to wake you," Amberly smiled sweetly. "Without using my hands."

Chris burst into a fit of laughter, Paul joining. "She did it, dude. It was genius. Too bad you were asleep."

Chris shrugged. "I'm awake now, and fuck, I've got a problem."

Amberly blushed. "Sorry."

Jen moved nervously on the sofa, and turned to face Paul before speaking. "We're headed somewhere tonight that I'm not sure I can go. Amberly practically just blew Chris in front of us, and you're very obviously happy to be here. I don't mean to sound stupid but I can't really handle-" Paul interrupted her with a finger to the lips. "You're rambling," he grinned. "Here, relax." He reached into his back pocket, extracting a small pink pill, and pressing it to her lips. "Swallow this and you'll be okay."

Her lips took the tiny offering, bringing it inside her mouth before swallowing its chemical happiness down softly. "What was that?" Amberly objected, standing over the pair and glaring down at Paul. "What the fuck did you just give her, Paul?"

Paul shrugged and took a sip of his beer, trying to dismiss Amberly's hostile reaction. "Just a little something to loosen her up, that's all."

Amberly waited till Paul had set his beer aside, then straddled his legs and leaned forward. "What the fuck did you give her, Paul?" She gazed into his eyes, finding a trace of something alien residing deep in their depths. Whatever it was that he'd given Jennifer, he'd clearly ingested his own dose of the substance. "Nothing," he dismissed. "No big deal."

"Amberly, calm down," Chris offered, suddenly standing over the small female and grabbing her around the waist. He lifted her away from Paul, and turned her so he could meet her gaze directly. "It was just some X, that's all.  We thought it'd be fun if we all rolled tonight, and you know, were a little freer with ourselves. No strings, just fun."

Anger coursed over Amberly's expression, her arms dropping to her sides and contempt filling her green eyes. "Did you ever stop to think that maybe we should have had a say in this idea of yours? Did you ever think that maybe I didn't want to do X? Maybe Jen wasn't interested?"

Chris smiled softly, running a hand through Amberly's long curls. "Jen hardly objected just now."

Amberly turned her attention to her best friend who was resting her head against Paul's chest, smiling warmly as she took another sip of her beer. "And don't you know that it's not good to mix alcohol and X? You could really hurt someone that way!" Her voice was angry, firm in her belief that Paul had taken advantage of her friend.

Chris shook his head and frowned. "You don't have to if you don't want to. I'll take yours. And besides, Jen looks fine to me."

"That's not the point," Amberly objected, pushing firmly against Chris' chest and freeing herself from the circle of his arms. "The point is that Jennifer should have known what Paul was giving her, and he never should have given it to her when she'd been drinking. Not to mention, she's been sick for the past few weeks, off and on. I don't think she should be taking anything other than a prescription."

"This is a prescription," Paul interrupted, a gleam in his eye. "From Doctor Paul."

Chris laughed at this, Amberly growing more enraged. "What the fuck is your issue, Paul Thomas? You think it's funny to take advantage of girls? You think it makes you a real stud that you fucked some fifteen year-old and told the whole world about it? You think you're God's gift because you slipped Jen a pill and she took it without question? Well, you know what? Here's some truth for you, Paul: Jennifer has a crush on you. She's had a crush on you since you were a fat, nasty, loser theater geek in high school. If you had handed her a pound of cocaine and told her to hide it in her underwear, she'd have done that too! When it comes to anything, Jennifer is an assured, independent, amazingly intelligent young woman. Except you, Paul. When it comes to you, she's like a blundering moron! And you're too damn self-obsessed to realize that. Or maybe I'm not giving you enough credit here. Maybe you know she likes you, and you use it against her. Use your clout with her so that you can slip her pills that will make her so high she'll beg you to fuck her all night long. Is that it, Paul? Do you have to get women fucked up in order to get laid?"

Paul sat on the sofa, clutching Jen in his arms. His expression was blank, his lips frozen into a scowl. He cleared his throat as Amberly finished her rant, and stared up into her eyes with an edge of hatred tainting his own brown irises. "Are you done?" he questioned slowly, matter-of-factly. Amberly nodded. "Good. My response is maybe if you unlodged that gerbil from your ass, you might be a better person; more relaxed, able to have a good time. In fact, I think maybe you should just go take a big sip of fuck off and leave us alone. We humans want to have a good time."

Chris sighed loudly and rolled his eyes. "Would you two please stop? This isn't how this weekend is supposed to turn out. Look, Am, if you don't want to take the X, that's cool. If you think Jen would have said no if she had known what it was, then we'll carry her into her bedroom and let her sleep it off. We still have tomorrow, cause we're not leaving for Waldorf till Sunday. I'm not here to take advantage of anyone, or force anyone into an uncomfortable position. I've done X with Jen and Paul before, and she never had a problem with it. We chill out, drink a few beers, and roll. It's fun, you know. I would never hurt her, and I certainly don't want to hurt you. So calm down, okay? Please?"

Amberly nodded, tears welling in her eyes. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I just get...upset, you know?"

Chris nodded and clutched her in his arms. "I know, calm down."

"Blow it out your ass," Paul mumbled under his breath. He ran a hand in slow circles across Jen's back as she cuddled closer to him, laying in his lap and sighing loudly. "I'm not high, you know?" she offered softly. "And I knew what I was taking."




Just Friends



"I'm sorry," Amberly sniffled into Chris' chest. "I just, I freak out because of....I just....."

Jen sat up and away from Paul, standing up and approaching her friend. "I know, Am. I understand. Calm down, sweetie, okay? I'm alright. I was okay with it."

Amberly nodded, hugging Jennifer. "What if you're high and just thinking that you're okay with it?"

Jen thought on this statement. "I love you, Amberly Marie Mitchell, but I'm perfectly sober right now and in control. I chose to take that pill from Paul, knowing what it was and what it would do to me. Anything that happens while I'm high, I welcome. I can't do anything sober, you know that. I sit here, like a boring fly on the wall while you entertain everyone. You have the fun, you're the life of the party. I can't stand the thought of another weekend where I sit, frozen to the sofa, analyzing everyone's movements with my eyes- hoping that, someday, they'll come in handy for a piece of literature I'm writing. I'm tired of it, Am. Tired of it."

"I feel like I just stepped onto the set of Oprah," Chris laughed, stepping away from the two girls and taking a seat beside Paul. "What the fuck just happened?"

Paul shrugged. "I have no idea, actually. But I get the feeling I owe someone an apology."

"That would be nice," Jen smiled, turning to Paul and then gazing back to her friend. "That would be really nice, actually."

"I'm sorry, Am," Paul smiled sincerely, standing up and approaching the shorter female. At only 5'10" in height, he still towered over the 5'5" female. "I got angry for no reason, and I....I just didn't like what you were insinuating."

Amberly nodded and hugged Paul, accepting his peace offering. "I overreacted too. There's a reason."

Paul nodded, pressing his left cheek to the top of the girl's head. "It's alright, I understand. You don't have to explain, okay?"

"I know," Amberly sighed. "But maybe I should?"

Jen smiled at her friend, shaking her head slowly. "You don't need to do that, I think the boys understand and-"

"I want to," Amberly whispered softly. "Can I?"

Paul took his seat back beside Chris, both men nodding slowly. "What's the dillio?" Chris smiled, patting the empty slice of sofa to his left, motioning Amberly to take a seat. She did just that, leaving Jennifer to claim a patch of carpet in front of the trio. 

"Jen and I had a party a few months back," Amberly began, swallowing down her fear and anxiety. She paused, collecting her thoughts. "We do that a lot, you know, invite friends for the weekend or whatnot. Jen was Straight Edge for a while, but I was always the beer-drinking, potty-mouthed fool who swallowed down anything anyone handed me without question."

"You were Straight Edge?" Paul laughed, raising an eyebrow at Jennifer. She shrugged it off. "Yeah, for like a week."

"Anyhow," Amberly continued in a meager voice. "We had some people over that weekend, you know, friends, and I was getting rotted with one of the guys. He hands me this pill, and of course, I knew what it was. I took it, willingly, might I add. A little too willingly, in fact. Jen wasn't drinking, but she was enraptured by this kid's friend, so she and he disappeared and left me with this other guy. Which was cool, cause like I said, he was a friend. Someone I trusted. So he and I decided to go into my bedroom and play videogames while we were rolling. We're in there for a while, and he starts getting very touchy. Which, you know, I was high too. So I was okay with that."

Jen tried to offer her support through eye contact, knowing what her friend was about to confess. Amberly took a deep breath before continuing. "I woke up the next morning, naked, next to this kid. I don't remember a damn thing that happened beyond him grabbing my breasts and asking if he could kiss me. I was so confused, and of course, since I was naked, I'm realizing that something I did not want to happen happened that night."

"I made him leave," Jen offered, guilt tracing the lines of her lips. "Amberly looked so lost when she came out for breakfast. I chased him out and told him to go home."

"He came to me before he left," Amberly frowned, trying to end the memory as promptly as possible. "He was grinning and he told me that the shit he gave me was laced. That he knew he needed something a little stronger if he was going to get into my pants. Just like that- he admitted it just like that."

"Holy shit," the men gasped in unison.

"I kicked him in the balls," Amberly laughed nervously. "And told him never to come back. I hope I never see him again, so long as I live."

Chris nodded in agreement. "I don't blame you."

"Who was it?" Paul asked softly, trying not to break the barrier of Amberly's emotions. "Someone we know?"

Amberly nodded, Jen shaking her head slowly. "We can't say, because....We just shouldn't say."

"If I know him, I will personally pay him a visit and kick his ass," Chris offered with a hopeful gleam in his eyes. "Huh, Am? I'll go straight up to him and pound his skull into pavement."

Amberly forced a smile. "I don't want to say, Chris, it'll only make things uncomfortable. You know him well, and he's someone that you can't help but cross paths with often. It wouldn't be right, you know? It's my skeleton and my closet, and I don't want to infect anyone else's relationships with him. I really believe he's a good guy, deep down inside. He just fucked me up, irreparably. And that's why I freaked out on Paul. Not because I think Paul was trying to take advantage of Jen, but because it hit very close to home. It hit too close to home."

Jen nodded. "And I didn't even think of that when I took it."

"You alright?" Chris questioned Amberly softly, placing his left hand atop her own on her leg. She smiled softly, nodding slowly. "I'll live."

"I took it to be more outgoing," Jen confessed randomly. "My ex-boyfriend told me that I was a frigid housewife, minus the marriage certificate and the kids."

"What?" Paul laughed, shaking his head and smiling at Jennifer. "Are you serious?"

Jen nodded. "He wasn't too kind with his departing statements."

Paul laughed, taking another sip from his beer. "What did he say?"

"He started with saying that I was a frigid housewife, and went from there," Jen sighed, trying to be confident in the fallacy of the man's accusations. "He said that dating me was about as exciting as a Monday night at the Bingo Palace. He said that I fucked with the finesse of a dead fish. Then he went on to tell me I was fat and useless, and a pseudo-intellectual who thought she was far more gifted than she truly was."

"This was Jeff Spiccoli?" Paul laughed, referring to the man by the nickname he'd given him the first night they met. A no-good stoner, he'd told Jen, proclaiming the other man as the intellectual equivalent of the "Fast Times at Ridegmont High" character.

"Yeah," Jen laughed softly. "His name was Roger."

"Oh," Chris grinned, leaning forward to emphasize his statement. "And someone named Roger should really talk. 'Hi, I'm Roger, and I'm the voice of all that is cool.' As if."

Amberly and Jen both grinned at this. "Well," Jen shrugged. "He was quite popular with the ladies."

"Well, either way," Chris shrugged, eyeing Jen with a smirk. "He was totally off the mark. You're gorgeous, you're fun, you're intelligent and extremely talented. I know nothing of your bedroom skills, but I highly doubt you're frigid."

"He didn't like that he caught her with someone else," Amberly offered softly. "He was jealous and it sent him into a rage."

Paul looked as though he might swallow his tongue. "You cheated on Spiccoli?"

"I did, actually," Jen smiled sheepishly. "With Amberly." Her memories swirled back to that night, her body pressed to Amberly's, her hands exploring the other woman's tiny breasts. They'd been friends practically all their lives, their curiosity of one another growing with the passage of time. Jen had longed for the other female's touch, had welcomed it when Amberly had pressed her bright red lips to Jennifer's that night.

Amberly grinned with her own memories of that night. "I'm the woman!"

"You lost me," Paul smirked. "Did you just say that your boyfriend walked in on you fucking Amber?"

Amberly and Jen nodded. "He might have thought I was useless in the bedroom," Jen winked. "But I was even less thrilled with his miniscule little piece of meat."

Chris leaned back into the sofa and sighed. "That's it, I'm in love. Please, ladies, marry me now?"

Jen giggled and Amberly turned bright red. "It was innocent," Amberly tried to defend. 

"Is that possible?" Paul smirked, shaking his head at Amberly. "I mean, think about it from his point-of-view. The dude can't satisfy his girlfriend, so she has to turn to another woman for pleasure? That's a pretty low blow to a man's ego, you know. Not that I wouldn't love to watch you tongue Jennifer to a mind-blowing orgasm, while I videotape the entire experience." Paul grinned and earned a playful slap from Amberly. "So typical of you, Paul," she laughed.

"So Jeff Spiccoli damaged your ego, and you feel you need to get high on X to recover from the trauma," Chris offered slowly, pondering his statement as it traveled over the plain of his lips. "That's too bad. I mean, there's nothing wrong with wanting to get high, but you shouldn't feel you have to get high to be more outgoing. Am I making sense?"

Jen nodded and giggled. "It kicked in, I'm totally fucked up."

Paul and Amberly began to laugh, Chris shaking his head in amusement, as well. "Well, so much for this serious conversation we're having."

"Sorry," Jen laughed. "I was trying to be serious, but it was just getting harder and harder not to laugh."

"On that note," Paul stood and stretched. "I am going to the little boy's room to powder my nose."

"Put powder in your nose," Chris corrected, smirking at his friend.

"Dude, that's so not cool!" Paul tsked the other man as he headed for the bathroom. "Plus, it's not true!"

Amberly eyed Chris suspiciously. "He does coke?"

Chris watched as Jennifer lay down on the floor, staring up at the ceiling curiously. "Well, no," he tried to defend his band mate. "He's tried it, but it's not a regular thing."

"That's funny," Jen giggled. 

"Actually," Amberly objected, gazing at the shut bathroom door quizzically. "That's not funny. That's serious shit. He's not seriously in there doing blow, is he?"

"Blow," Jen giggled. "That's funny."

Chris laughed at this, and shrugged at Amberly. "Do I think he's doing blow in your bathroom as we speak? No. Is it entirely out of the question? No. Paul does what Paul does, and I don't question him. He's an adult, Am, if I object, he won't care. Paul's headstrong, you know that."

"Then I'll just go find out," Amberly offered as she stood and pranced from the room. "If he is, he's so busted!" she called over her shoulder as she approached the bathroom door, knocking softly. The truth was, the door hadn't locked since the day she and Jennifer moved into the apartment. They had called their apartment manager several times, each time waiting around for hours before any maintenance personnel showed to inspect the faulty lock. Eventually, the girls had given up hope on having the item repaired; as all the men sent to inspect the situation seemed less likely of solving the problem than the previous. "Paul?" she called. "Paul, let me come in."

The door opened slightly, and Amberly stepped inside. She shut the door behind her quickly, and stared at Paul nervously. "You're?" 

He grinned. "Taking a piss?" He returned his attention to his task and chuckled. "Hey, if you want to watch, that's your deal. You said to open the door, so I did."

Amberly turned around, a blush across her cheeks. "I'm sorry, I thought you might be doing something else."

She heard him finish, the toilet flushing as he zipped his shorts quickly and approached her and the tiny sink. "You thought I was coking up?" Amberly nodded, her face flushed with embarrassment. "Well, the thought had crossed my mind," he grinned as he lathered his hands with soap. "But then I realized that I had to piss like a Kentucky Derby stallion, and so I chose to go with Mother Nature versus committing a felony in your bathroom."

His brown eyes beamed as Amberly sighed with relief. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to distrust you."

Paul showed his brilliantly white teeth as he grinned like a child. "It's cool, Am. I was playing with you when I said that, that's all. I didn't think you'd freak and come watch me piss, but it's no big deal."

"I'm sorry," Amberly smiled as she reached for the door. "I guess I can't take a joke tonight."

She turned the doorknob slowly, tugging softly on the door and feeling resistance. Her gaze turned upward, and she saw Paul's large hand pressing the door back into its frame. "Where you going?" he offered casually as he blocked her exit. "Stay a while."

Amberly sighed and turned to face her friend. "What exactly do you propose we do in the bathroom, Paul? Hang out? Sing Kumbaya? It's a bathroom, let me out." Her words bordered on hasty, though her tone was friendly and nonthreatening. She was toying with him more than she was annoyed.

"I was thinking," Paul smirked devilishly as he stepped toward the door, Amberly stepping further into the room. "What I guess I wanted to say was that...."

Amberly sat on the teal toilet and shrugged. "Yeah?"

"Ever since Jennifer told me that fantasy about her and me with Linzi, I've had a serious problem," he confessed, sliding down the door and sitting on the floor with his legs drawn up to his chest. "It's bothering me greatly."

"What's that?" Amberly laughed, dabbing at her lips with a small square of toilet paper.

Paul scrunched his nose up and gazed down into his lap. "I have a raging hard-on and it's driving me insane."

"How is it that you just took a lengthy piss then?" Amberly challenged, grinning as she tried to fix her lipstick in the small handheld mirror that she and Jen kept by the sink. "I watched you, too, so don't go saying that was a farce."

Paul shrugged. "I had to piss bad enough. I did. Problem number one solved."

Amberly gave a blatant glance at the crotch of Paul's shorts. "You're not hard right now."

"Hmm," Paul made a mock face of concentration as he tugged at the fabric around his crotch. "You're right. I'll be damned. Amberly, can you help me?"

She shook her head and slowly stood from the toilet, staring into the large mirror above the bathroom sink. "You're on your own, Paulie. My hands are dedicated to the fulfillment of one Mr. Christopher Wilson."

As Amberly stared into the mirror, trying to reapply her smudged lipstick, Paul kneeled beside her and reached a hand to her jeans. "I'll prep you," he grinned, loosing the first button on her pants. "I'll get you ready for Chris."

Realizing that he wasn't just going to exit the tiny room, Amberly stared down into Paul's pleading eyes. "What happened to you?" she laughed, running a hand across his right cheek and feeling his five o'clock shadow. "Why are you all up in my business tonight?"

Paul blushed. "I took a pill right before you came in here," he confessed, bowing his head slowly. "I was already buzzed from the beer."

"Oh," Amberly laughed, understanding crossing the soft lines of her face. "So you want to fuck me senseless in the bathroom because you're high and your dick is restless?"

"You don't make it sound so appetizing," Paul winked, gazing back up into Amberly's jade eyes. "In fact, you make it sound downright tasteless."

"How about we compromise?" Amberly offered, a neutral tone in her voice. "You want to get laid right here, right now. I want to save myself for Chris, but I'm rather curious about something."

"What's that?" Paul questioned, his tongue lolling playfully.

Amberly licked her lips teasingly, taunting Paul as she stepped back and once again sat on the toilet. "Well, this boy was sitting in my living room earlier tonight, and he was telling this story about how he fucked this girl good and hard in a shower." Paul stared at her, questioningly, still kneeling in his original spot before the sink. "And he made a big stink about how he had this long, thick cock that he really battered this girl with." Amberly batted her eyelashes seductively. "And then he came into the bathroom and begged me on his knees to let him fuck me with it. So I was thinking, we could compromise some and maybe both of us could leave this room happy."

"Anything," Paul whispered.

"I'll suck your dick if it's as big as you say it is!" Amberly grinned, twirling a strand of her long hair coquettishly. "If it's not, I walk out of here and you get nothing."

Paul shrugged. "You saw me taking a piss, you saw my dick. There's no surprises here."

"I didn't exactly inspect the size of your equipment while you pissed, Paul," Amberly objected, standing off the toilet. "Do we have a deal or am I walking back outside and raping Chris?"

"Chris is raping Jen," Paul smirked cruelly. "I'd put money on it! So I should think you'd want a piece of me, you know, before I go fuck Jen so hard she never recovers from the pleasure."

"You're pretty fucking cocky, Paul Thomas," Amberly growled as she kneeled before him and reached for the button of his shorts. "What happened to the shy, quiet kid that used to help me with my math homework?"

"He's gone," Paul smirked. "He's been replaced by a better model."

"I see that," Amberly taunted, never breaking her gaze as she unbuttoned and unzipped his shorts, guiding them down over his bony hips. "He's grown up into a big boy who's quite cocky about his abilities and his size."

"Maybe he learned that you have to first believe in yourself," Paul smirked, continuing to meet her gaze without blinking. "Maybe he realized that he'd had low self-esteem for far too long, and he wasn't such a bad guy after all."

"He was never a bad guy," Amberly objected, reaching her small hand down into his boxers and running the length of him. "He was always a good guy. A little awkward, definitely lacking in fashion sense, but he always had a heart of gold."

Paul blushed, reaching his arms out to touch Amberly's shoulders softly. "And he always had a crush on a certain female friend, someone who always stood by him, no matter how hopeless the situation seemed."

Amberly's strokes stopped, and she searched Paul's beaming eyes. "Jennifer really, truly likes you, Paul. You should just tell her and get it over with."

"Maybe Jennifer's not the female friend I'm referring to," Paul offered in a soft whisper. "Maybe I adore Jennifer- have even had crushes on her- but perhaps I really like someone else right now?"

"I can't do this," Amberly objected, pulling her hand away and standing to her feet. "Jennifer really likes you, Paul. I mean, she really likes you a lot and I shouldn't be here right now."

Paul stood, gazing patiently into Amberly's confused expression. "Amber, I appreciate that, I really do. And I love Jennifer to pieces. What I'm trying to say is that, right now, there is no one else I'd rather be in this bathroom with, okay?"

Amberly nodded slowly, returning to her knees before the tall man. "Just don't tell her, okay?"

Paul nodded. "I wouldn't dream of it."

"You really think Jen and Chris are fucking right now?" Amberly questioned softly, returning her hand to Paul's hardening length.

"I don't know," Paul sighed, grabbing his t-shirt and pulling it over his head. "I have no clue. I know that Chris is crazy about both you girls. Jennifer wanting Chris? That's what I'm not sure I see. He's a bit crazy for her, you know, she tends to like the boring types."

Amberly laughed at this, working her thumb slowly over the head of her friend's erection. Paul gasped. "She's confused, you know? She wants a bad boy with the heart of a good boy. Instead of taking the chances on the bad boys, she goes for the boring boys- figuring they'll have good hearts. They don't. No single guys nowadays are worthwhile. The good ones are either taken or they're gay."




Just Friends



Paul simply nodded as Amberly finished her statement and wrapped her red lips around his cock. "Right," he groaned softly, using the door for leverage as he leaned back and clutched the doorknob. Amberly worked slowly, bobbing her head tenderly as she ran her hand languidly up and down his shaft. "Fuck, Amber," he hissed. "You've gotta go faster, fuck."

She reacted to this, working him faster with her hand, plunging him further inside her mouth with each thrust. She grabbed his left hip for leverage, bringing him down her throat and loosing her muscles. His soft grunts were her signal, she allowed them to guide her movements; pacing herself to the tone of his vocal releases. He didn't last long- clearly as excited as he'd claimed to be earlier- spilling down her throat after only ten minutes of Amberly's attentions.

"Fuck," he growled, sliding to the floor and blushing a soft red. "That was divine. Do you always suck cock that well?"

Amberly shrugged as she spit into a nearby towel, wiping her mouth slowly, trying not to entirely destroy the lipstick she'd applied shortly before. "I guess?"

Paul nodded and grabbed his shorts. "I'll be out in a second," he smiled as she stepped from the room. "Thank you."

"You're welcome," Amberly winked, shutting the door and walking back toward the den.

"Faster, Chris," she heard Jennifer moan softly. "Just, yeah, like that."

She approached the sofa slowly, taking in the movements of her two friends. Chris sat on the sofa where she'd left him, Jennifer now perched on his lap. She was fully clothed, which brought an audible sigh of relief from Amberly's lips. She watched as the two moved in synchronization, realizing that Chris' long arm was shoved down the front of her best friend's jeans. A look of pure lust was plastered across Jen's face, her eyes shut tightly as she rested her head on Chris' shoulder. He worked quickly, bringing soft mews from the girl as she gyrated erratically in his lap.

"Am I interrupting?" Amberly questioned with a devious grin as she stepped in front of the pair. 

Jen's eyes flew open, and she gazed at her friend with concern darting her features. "It's okay," Amberly offered, kneeling before the couple. "It's okay, Jen, let him finish." Jennifer nodded, shutting her eyes once again as Chris' thumb came into contact with her engorged clitoris. 

Amberly kneeled, gazing into Chris' clouded eyes as he worked fiendishly to bring her friend over the edge. "She really is pierced," he offered with a gleam in his eyes, grinning as Jen returned to her erratic movements. "And she's very close to screaming my name."

"Not for long," Paul laughed as he entered the den. "She'll forget you exist once she meets me."

Chris laughed at this without breaking concentration, reacting to the sound of Jen's pleas. She begged him to move faster, to propel her over the edge of the inferno and deliver her into the hands of pleasure. As she began to scream loudly, only vocalizing the word "More" successfully, Chris grinned like an Olympic Gold Medallist. "I rock," he laughed as Jen collapsed beside him on the sofa. 

"You do," Jennifer offered in a breathy whisper. "You were amazing."

"He didn't do anything," Paul objected, gathering Jen up in his arms and holding her against his chest. "Anyone can do that!"

Chris shook his head and allowed Amberly to sit in his lap. "I beg to differ."

Paul nodded as he stood up and carried Jen from the den. "You can differ all you like. Tell Amberly your argument and see if she can decide."

Chris and Amberly giggled as Paul walked down the hallway toward Jennifer's bedroom- her arm wrapped around his neck, head on his chest, a smile plastered across her drunken face. "This one's yours, right?" Paul inquired softly when he reached the closed white door. Jen nodded and, with some difficulty, he managed to turn the knob and open the door while holding her in his arms. "I've carried you across the threshold," he laughed as they stepped inside and he closed the door with his foot. "Mrs. Thomas, where shall I lay you down?"

"On the bed," Jen giggled, grinning as she gazed into Paul's eyes and felt the mattress swallow up her small body. "Thank you, kind sir."

Paul made a dramatic bow and smirked. "Any day, my lady."

"You're very chivalrous for having just fucked Amberly in the bathroom," Jen sighed and rolled onto her stomach, watching Paul as he tossed his sneakers onto the floor and took a seat alongside her. "What?" he inquired, confused.

"I said," Jen repeated, trying her best to gaze up at him from her positioning on the bed. "I heard you and Amberly in the bathroom. Chris and I heard you guys, and you're very chivalrous considering you just fucked my best friend."

Paul frowned and stared at Jen questioningly. "Do you really think I fucked Amber?"

Jen shook her head slowly, raising her hands up to wipe the hair from her face. "Are you saying you think I'm stupid?"

Paul stood from the bed and began to pace the bedroom nervously. "Jennifer, I didn't....Amberly and I...."

"Fucked," Jen finished his sentence. "It's okay, I understand."

Paul nodded slowly and turned to face Jen. Sadness crossed the lines of his face and he leaned against her walk-in closet's large wooden door. "I didn't fuck Amberly. She gave me a blowjob, which I asked her for. Can I explain myself or have you already dismissed me?"

Jen sighed loudly and chewed on her bottom lip. "You can explain, I suppose."

"Good," Paul grinned. "I asked Amberly to blow me in the bathroom, and I didn't do it to hurt you."

Jen began to laugh, sitting up on the bed and staring at her friend curiously. "So, you asked my best friend to suck your cock in my bathroom for my sake? You figured, 'Okay, I'll have Amber blow me now and then that'll get Jen all excited when she hears us'?"

"Hardly," Paul frowned and stepped away from the door. "I asked Amber to do it because I was curious, and I have been for a very long time. But most of all, I knew that if I got that over with, I'd have the entire remainder of the night to lavish you with attention."

Jennifer laughed loudly as she stood and headed toward the door. "You're deranged, do you know that, Paul Thomas? Totally deranged!"

Paul trailed behind Jen as she exited the room and walked swiftly toward the den, arriving quickly and staring around the empty room. "Am? Amberly, where the fuck did you go?" She turned in a slow circle, finding no signs of her other friends. Paul leaned in the entrance to the door, a blank expression across his face. "What the fuck are you staring at?" Jen demanded, storming past Paul and back toward her bedroom. "What the fuck, Paul?" 

She slammed her bedroom door, leaving him to stare at the kitchen table and a discarded bottle of Corona. "They're in Amberly's room," he stated softly, raising the bottle to his lips and taking a quick sip. "Amber and Chris are in her room."

There was no response from Jennifer's bedroom, so Paul knocked softly on the other door- presuming it must be Amberly's private sanctuary in the small apartment. There was silence, no light gleaming invitingly across the carpet below the door. "What's this room?" he asked aloud, and turned the knob slowly. He stepped into the small room and flicked the light switch. A small desk and computer, along with a wall dominated by cardboard cartons told that this was Jennifer's office space. "Huh," he sighed aloud, sipping more from the beer and taking a seat at the computer. "Fuck it, I'll check my e-mail!" He pushed the necessary buttons to bring the computer to life, light dancing across the flat-screen monitor and welcoming him. He clicked on the profile for Jennifer, denoted by a tiny frog icon. Her settings opened up quickly, allowing him to peruse her desktop in a quick sweep of his brown eyes. He ignored the various icons that had no meaning to him, and instead clicked quickly on the familiar Internet Explorer icon.

A window popped open, bringing Jennifer's In-Box to life before his amused eyes. "Huh," he chewed his lip as he debated what was only a click away. "I shouldn't do this, should I?" There was no one in the room to stop him or lay guilt as he pushed the mouse in the direction of the "Mail" display. A Hotmail in-box opened before his eyes, displaying several stored messages and a listing of ten new e-mails. He browsed the list of senders, recognizing several names of mutual friends, as well as several pieces of e-mail that were clearly spam. "E-mail from Benji," he smiled and clicked on the name of his band mate. "Wonder what ole Benj has to say."

The document opened onto a white screen, and Paul scanned the familiar, poorly constructed grammar of his friend. The subject was simply, "Hey", the contents of the e-mail more amusing. Benji's type, once translated, was fairly boring, though a small postscript at the bottom of the e-mail caused Paul to raise his eyebrows.

P.S. ill sea what i can do about Him.

Paul stared at the words and scrolled down to Jennifer's original e-mail, reading quickly through her lengthy letter about the mundane activities she and Amberly were partaking in as of late. At the end of her e-mail- which, he noted, was signed, "Love, Jennifer"- there was a similar, small postscript. 

P.S. You know I'm entirely crazy about him, Benj. Talk some sense into him, get him to call me. I need to make this fantasy come true before I shrivel up and forget how to have sex altogether. xoxo

Paul stared at the e-mail for several minutes, laughing to himself at the lunacy of the situation. "Why am I reading this?" he grumbled, guiding the pointer in the direction of closing out the window. Just as he was about to kiss goodbye to his invasion of Jennifer's privacy, he saw something in the e-mail that caught his attention.

An attachment.

Jennifer had sent Benji a 46K attachment that was still contained in his reply. He guided the pointer back to the e-mail, clicking impatiently over the title of the attachment, which read, simply, "Toxic.DOC". The page opened, filled with words that clearly composed one of Jen's latest short stories. His eyes traveled over a small portion of the piece slowly, curiously.





Just Friends



"I'm sorry. I just don't believe you. And if I can't believe you, why should I trust you? How can I commit to you in a relationship?"

Sophie had to admit that Malcolm had a point, but one far too dangerous to concede. She sipped from her glass of Argentinean white and placed it on the bench in front of her just inside the shadow cast by the sunshade. She pursed her lips and glanced around at the other couples enjoying the late evening sun on the patio of the Black Swan. Were their conversations as tense as those between Malcolm and she?

"It was only the once, Malcolm," Sophie pleaded. "I needed the money. It was very tempting."

"You see, I don't think it was just the once," Malcolm continued.

"Why do you say that? Surely once would be enough? I told you about Cum Babes International. Why should there be any more?"

"I just don't believe you. It just doesn't hang together. All those years between when you dropped out of college and when you did your Accountancy course at Kingston, it sounds like there was more than just odd-jobs and dingy bedsits."

"What do you mean?" Sophie asked, knowing full well from previous conversations exactly what he meant.

"There's the lifestyle you managed to afford. The drugs and clothes and nights out. There's the fact that I don't believe you'd necessarily have done just the one video. And then," and here Malcolm lowered his voice, so that no eavesdropper could hear him, "there's what you're like in bed."

"In bed? I thought you loved me there best of all. You said I was the best."

Malcolm sipped his glass of wine. He was clearly flustered. "You are so much better than any of my other girlfriends, and admittedly there were not that many before you, that you're in a league of your own. Some of the things you do!" Malcolm lowered his voice still further "Your skill at, you know, fellatio and anal and fisting and all that. The orgasms you get. And how loud you shriek when you come! It's just not natural."

"It's because I like sex that I was tempted into making that video," Sophie protested.

"I don't believe that your boyfriends at the time, or the ones you've told me about, were likely to give you the aptitude you've got."

"I'm a natural. I don't need training."

"I'm not stupid, Sophie," Malcolm said with a frown. "I've seen a few pornos. I'm not totally ignorant. I can see what you could have got up to. And when we're together in bed, it's not like I'm with someone who once, from innocence and greed, was tempted to give the odd blowjob in front of the camera. It's like I'm with someone who's done it all and knows all that she ever needs to know."

Sophie gripped Malcolm's hand tightly in her own. "It was only the once. You have to believe me."

Malcolm frowned again. He was breathing quite heavily. The tension from this conversation was upsetting him. "We're not living together. Yet. We're not committed to getting married. Yet. But if we do make the next step..."

"I do so want us to, Malcolm," said Sophie with urgency in her voice and eyes.

"...if we do, we need more trust. We need to be honest with one another. And I'm not sure we have that."

"Oh, Malcolm. It just takes time!"

"We've been seeing each other for nearly six months now. I've never ever had such an intense relationship with anyone as I've had with you. Yet I feel I scarcely know you at all. You only begrudgingly tell me anything about your life before I met you. If I hadn't seen the cover of the video in that second-hand store, would you ever have told me about Cum Babes International Number 12? How am I to know you weren't in all previous eleven titles?"

Malcolm was shaking. His wine was mostly untouched and his gaze was wholly unfocused.

"Why does it upset you so much?" Sophie asked, squeezing his hand.

Malcolm shook his head. "It just does. It's the trust thing. I so want it to work for us. You're the best thing in my life. You mean more than the accountancy firm, the house in Richmond and everything else. I don't want to lose you, but I sometimes think there's no choice."

"Don't upset yourself so much. Finish your drink. We can go for a meal at that Italian restaurant. Or the Thai one. Come on, love!"

"It's no good!" said Malcolm standing up. He slipped his jacket back on. "I'm too upset. It's not working this evening. It's best I leave you. I'll phone you tomorrow."

"You sure?" asked Sophie anxiously, gazing up at Malcolm as he straightened his tie and slung the bag holding his laptop over his shoulder.

"I will. Don't worry. It's just, I don't know, anxiety and everything. I'll ring tomorrow morning."

Almost distractedly, Malcolm pecked Sophie on the cheek, avoiding the attractions of her slightly opened mouth, her tongue twitching between the deep red lips and her perfect white teeth. He then strode off, not even turning his head back, out of the patio towards the pub car park where his BMW company car was parked. 

Sophie watched him go with a sigh. She decided against running after him. He needed to calm down and her previous attempts at comforting him in these situations had not always been successful. Anyway, she rather relished the opportunity of sitting alone with her own thoughts and reflections.

Malcolm would phone back tomorrow. There was no doubt about it. Sophie understood Malcolm too well after all these months to have any doubts.

Sophie picked up her glass of wine, regretting at that moment she'd given up smoking and therefore had no cigarette to light up to calm her nerves. She sipped her wine while scanning the other drinkers in the pub patio. She was glad that her eyes were hidden under the sunshade. Most of the people here were like Malcolm and her: couples or groups of men and women, mostly in their late twenties or early thirties, still in their work clothes after having finished a day in the office. Ties were pulled down, sleeves rolled up and jackets laid to one side in concession to the English summer. Just ahead was a bend of the River Thames, too narrow in this part of London to carry more than a few barges and tourist boats. A few swans paddled by under the shelter of the decorative shrubs planted at the river's edge.

Then, ambling into the patio, and not seen for so many years, was Justin, still with Ashley, around whose bare waist he wrapped a protective arm. The couple was recognisably the same, despite the intervening years. Justin was rather less the rake-like figure she once knew. Clearly, he was eating better than he used to. Perhaps this was Ashley's influence. She had also filled out a bit. Rounder shoulders, a fuller waist, but still nothing to be ashamed of, and a dimple on each elbow.

The first time Sophie met Justin, all those years ago, his cheeks were much more accentuated and his eyes betrayed a kind of naked vulnerability. It was in a coffee shop, one of the countless coffee shops in Wimbledon where she lived at the time, one where the coffees had Italian names and the service was painfully slow. She had just been in the loo as a result of a false alarm. She washed her hands but, despite all the fruitless straining and struggling, she still felt the nagging need for a shit.  

She looked at her eyes in the loo mirror. The pupils were still quite tiny and her face had a fatigued expression, as well it ought since she'd not slept for such a long time. The drugs were taking ages to wear off. Even though she was no longer feeling high as such, they hadn't yet subsided enough for her to need sleep. 

It wasn't as if she hadn't been in bed though. It hadn't taken long for the informal post-shoot party at Lance's flat to disintegrate into an unplanned orgy. After all, Heinrich, Natasha, Juanita and the others were all fully acquainted with each other on the set. After a few drinks, lines, snorts, spliffs and, in Natasha's case, a surgically-clean hypo, it seemed the natural way to end the day. So. Plenty of bed but not a lot of sleep. And didn't she know it! And her arse knew it most of all.

Sophie knew that when she did finally recover, she'd sleep for well over her apportioned eight hours. Anyway, there wasn't another shoot for several days and that would be a cinch compared to the rim and ring epic in which she'd been performing the last few days. It would be nothing but facials. It might leave a nasty taste in the mouth and the possibility of a stomach ache, but at least her anus would have time to recover.

When she emerged from the loo, she saw that someone else was sitting at the table where her mocha was waiting. She tottered over unsteadily on the impossibly high heels she still wore and lowered herself into her seat. The heels added several significant inches to her height, but didn't disguise the fact that Sophie, like most women in her line of work, was actually rather short. In her case, only just over five foot tall. Shortness had the advantage of enhancing her apparent breast-size. It also made the attributes of any male co-star seem that much more splendid than they already were.

Sophie composed herself opposite the man at her table. He was, of course, the same Justin now looking for a place to sit in the Black Swan. She reflected that she was rather overdressed for a coffee shop on a Thursday morning. She'd dressed for the shoot in a leather jacket, a tight micro-skirt, and a revealing blouse that was designed to accentuate her already prominent bosom. Her long blonde-streaked hair was tied back in an untidy mess of clips and bows. Huge hoop-like earrings brushed her shoulders whenever she turned her head.

"Who're you?" she asked Justin in a voice as unsteady as her posture. "What d'you do?"

Justin nervously introduced himself and explained that he worked in a technical capacity at a City-based financial company. He worked shifts, including weekends, which was why he happened to be off work on a Thursday.

"I'm new to London," he said apologetically, with a diffident smile that stretched the tight skin of his thin face. "I don't know that many people."

Sophie nodded her head. She'd not really listened to Justin with that much attention while scooping yet more sugar into her already very sweet mocha. 

"I bet you can't guess what I do?" she slurred.

"Er... prostitute?" Justin asked, with an apologetic smile.

"Prostitute?" echoed Sophie with alarm. 

Fuck! Is that what she looked like? Of course, she'd never stoop as low as that, although she'd been tempted before she was sure how much she could make in the porno business. In those early days, she'd not quite judged how low she needed to go to subsidise her studies at the University. That was when she was still a student, of course. 

"No fucking way am I a pro!" Sophie said when she'd recovered her composure. "I don't know how pissed off I should be at you for making that suggestion."

"I'm sorry," said Justin, his face reddening from embarrassment but a warm smile still on his face. "Not that I'd think any the less of you if you were."

"Really? What do you mean?"

"Well, it's just a job, isn't it? Prostitution. It's nothing to be ashamed of, is it?"

"Yeah, well," said Sophie, sipping her mocha. "I'm in films, I am. I'm a fucking film star."

Justin was impressed. "Wow! What films have you been in?"

"You probably haven't heard of them," said Sophie.

"I don't know. Films are one of my biggest interests. I go to the cinema two, three times a week. There's not much I don't know about the movies."

"Oh yeah," sneered Sophie, with a wicked grin. "I bet you don't go to the cinema to watch Fellowship of the Rimming, Cunts & Quims Volume Three or The Sex Fiends."

"Er... No. Are they the sort of films you appear in?"

"Straight to video. No general release. Never likely to make either the National Film Theatre or the Odeon. You know the kind of stuff?"

Justin nodded. "Yeah. I do."

"You seen much of it?"

"Not that much. Some. Not a lot. And never in a cinema."

"So, what d'you think, Film Buff Barry? Are they the kind of movie you'd rate? What d'you think Jonathan Ross would make of them, eh?"

"Not very high production standards," Justin mused. "At least, not the ones I've seen. Not very complex plots. Acting's not up to much. But that's all shit, isn't it? That's not what the films are about. You can't talk about porno in the same way as other films, can you? It'd be as stupid as having a go at Teletubbies for being repetitive. Or complaining about the special effects in South Park."

Despite herself, Sophie was actually rather enjoying her chat with Justin. He was trying so hard to be non-judgmental about what she did for a living. It was quite sweet, really. And he was a change from the people she usually hung around with, who were sometimes not really that bright. It was also good to talk about sex films with someone who wasn't in the industry. However, her interest increased when the conversation strayed away from films to the challenges of living in London and finding an affordable place to stay.

"Well, money ain't a problem for me," sniffed Sophie, pulling a cigarette out of its packet. Although this wasn't the first cigarette she'd had since meeting Justin, she only now remembered her manners. "Here, you want one?"

Justin hesitated, but then nodded and took the proffered cigarette.

"You smoke?" Sophie asked as she lit the cigarettes.

"Not really," Justin replied. "Well, not tobacco."

"Dope?"

"Well, yeah. A bit. Not a lot. Sometimes."

"Got any on you now?"

Justin looked around the place with slightly frightened eyes. He looked down at his now empty cup of Grande Americano and nodded his head. "Some hash. Only a couple of grams."

"Well, that's enough, isn't it?" Sophie said with a smile. "Hey, let's go to the park and roll up. A spliff would set me up well."

"Would it?" wondered Justin.

And indeed it did. 

After an hour chatting on a park bench where the conversation became mysteriously more amusing as the influence of the morning spliff took affect, Sophie's whole day became preoccupied in entertaining her innocent companion. Sophie was actually rather enjoying the fact that Justin was someone who didn't work in the industry and with whom she could talk about other things than drugs, porno and money. She imagined that if she had a brother then this would be what it'd be like to spend a day with him in South West London.

Sophie and Justin wandered around central Wimbledon sampling the record shops, the department stores, the clothes and coffee shops, pleased to discover so many areas of mutual interest. They both liked Radiohead and the Chemical Brothers. They both thought The Godfather was the greatest film ever made and that Return of the King was utter wank. They both enjoyed The Sopranos and Alan Partridge, but couldn't get a grip on Friends or Frasier. And neither of them had been to Ibiza, although they'd both wanted to.

It seemed natural for the day to stretch into the evening, and, after a meal at Pizza Express and a few pints in the pub, to wander into a nightclub that Sophie was able to get in for free. Sophie was rather reluctant to admit to Justin that this privilege was a result of sexual favours that, together with Lara and Carol, she'd once granted the nightclub manager. She wasn't sure where the reluctance came from. She was open about what she did for a living, and enjoyed entertaining Justin with accounts of the embarrassing and amusing incidents of a porn star's life. What was the difference between discussing the mess resulting from loose bowels and anal sex, and admitting that she sometimes used sex to gain entry into generally exclusive areas? Perhaps it was because she'd have to admit that her rise through the porn industry involved sexual promiscuity that did not have the excuse of providing masturbatory entertainment.

"This is fucking great!" yelled Justin, through the noise and flashing lights of the nightclub, at Sophie who was dancing opposite him. "This place is awesome!"

Sophie smiled, as she swivelled on her bare feet. She'd left her shoes along with her handbag and coat in the cloakroom. This wasn't the first time that Justin admitted that his experience of nightclubs hadn't really been anywhere near the top of the market. And the lines of speed they shared were helping them enjoy the music and atmosphere that much more. Sophie wished she had some E, but she wasn't in the mood for hunting out dealers.

Soon, Sophie and Justin were standing outside the nightclub. It was a little chilly, but at least it wasn't raining. Justin had a broad smile on his face.

"Wow! That was a fucking great day!" he enthused. "I didn't expect anything like this when I went into Costa Fiorenze this morning. Thanks. I've really enjoyed it."

"It doesn't have to end now, you know," said Sophie with a smile.

"Well, I've got your number. I can phone you. We can meet up again some day."

"Don't be fucking soft! I mean we can go back to my place. I don't live far from here. Just a couple of streets away."

"For coffee?"

"If you like," said Sophie, with a grin. "But you don't have to talk fucking euphemisms with me. I'm a fucking porno film star. I sucked ten men off at once in Cum Babes International Volume Three. Your cock'll be so fucking sore you'll have to bandage it for a month."

Justin blushed. At first Sophie thought it was just a trick of the street lamps. Did people really blush like that? It actually did change the colour of his skin.

"I don't think I can. Or more to the point, I don't think I want to."

Sophie was annoyed. "What the fuck you on about? It's a perfectly reasonable thing to do. Are you a virgin? Or are you some kind of homo?"

"No, I'm not gay. And I'm not a virgin, either. Though compared to you, I almost feel I am. No, it's not that. It's that I do want to see you again, but I don't think it'd work if I... if I... if I made love to you. I think I'd prefer it if we were just friends."

"Just friends?"

"Yes. Just friends."

"Have it your own way, then," said Sophie, who was more annoyed at this sexual rejection than she'd imagined possible. After all, it wasn't as if Justin was such a great catch. What could be seen of him wasn't exactly competition for the male porn stars Sophie was accustomed to. Gangly, awkward, skinny. Nothing that would get him past the first audition. 

She spun round on her heels and strode off towards her apartment without turning back her head. The impotent arsehole didn't know what he was missing. Anyway, the sleep that Sophie had been denying herself so long was catching up with her and its prospect was very appealing.

Nevertheless, Sophie was actually rather pleased when the phone rang a couple of days later and she heard Justin's voice. She hadn't quite forgotten him and an evening with Sylvia and her husband, Geoff, had more than made up for the missed opportunity of sex. She had rather enjoyed her day with Justin. Perhaps this was what was lacking in her life: knowing someone who she didn't fuck or with whom she'd never fucked. Perhaps there was something in the idea of being just friends with someone.

Sophie was reflecting on the oddness of the situation when she met Justin at a pub near the cinema where they were going to see the Cohen Brothers film he'd enthused about. When was the last time she'd ever met anyone a second time without having had sex with them? It didn't matter whether the person was a man or a woman, all her relationships were predicated on sex. And it didn't matter whether that sex was in the bedroom or under the harsh glare of studio lights. It was always sex. 

In fact, Sophie was quite pleased at the end of the evening when she agreed to meet Justin another day and no mention at all was made of the two of them spending the night together. How weird! Perhaps that was what friendships were meant to be like. There weren't many men she'd spent an evening with and not had sex with. And most of those were in the days before she had a film career. These days even her female friends were also her lovers. 




Just Friends



A few weeks later, Sophie felt much more comfortable with her relationship with Justin. They would chat about everything. They reminisced on childhood. They shared jokes and observations. Sophie even let Justin tease her, which was something she was normally very guarded about, although he teased her more on her size than on her source of income. Sometimes, however, Sophie couldn't help wondering whether Justin was gay and that was why it was possible for them to maintain a non-sexual friendship.

Except, of course, that he wasn't gay. 

This Sophie was partly convinced of after talking to male porn stars who also worked in gay movies. Not all of them did so merely because the money was better. Some men had a definite preference for male company.

But the real clincher was Ashley.

And here was Ashley, still with Justin all those years later. It was Ashley, in fact, who spotted Sophie sitting alone on the patio under the sun, rather hoping that she'd not be noticed.

"My God! It isn't! It is! Look, Justin! It's Sophie!"

"Goodness me!" said Justin, adjusting his eyes to the gloom of the shade. "Sophie! How are you? It's been ages!"

"I'm fine. D'you want to join me, you two?"

"Well, sure, Sophie," said Justin with a smile. "But aren't you with someone?"

"I was. But not now. Come on! I could do with the company."

The three of them sat together and exchanged life histories. Ashley and Justin had both gained promotion and more responsibility in their own careers and were very impressed by the huge turn-about in Sophie's career.

"Don't you miss the money and excitement?" Justin asked.

"Not really. It's not something I'd have been able to keep up forever. I'm over thirty now, after all."

"Bloody hell!" said Justin, still grinning with evident pleasure at meeting his old friend again. "So, you are! Over thirty! Grim, isn't it? Growing old and everything!" He stood up. "Look, your glass is empty. What do you want to drink?"

Sophie was then left alone with Ashley while Justin made his way to the bar. She was relieved that Ashley seemed genuinely excited to meet her, which was in such acute contrast to the first time they met all those years ago. Surprisingly, it was Ashley who was the most enthusiastic of the couple, eager to fill Sophie in on the lives of people whom Sophie had never really known that well and on the benefits of the life of domestic bliss she and Justin were enjoying. She was especially happy that Sophie was herself looking forward to settling down with Malcolm.

It was so different in the Star and Garter when they first met. Indeed, when she arrived, late as usual, she didn't expect to see Justin sitting with anyone. Normally when Sophie met Justin he would be patiently working his way through a newspaper crossword or playing solitaire on his PDA. He'd got resigned to Sophie's unreliability, which was just as well as there were times when Sophie didn't make the appointment at all.

Today, however, Justin was sitting next to someone else and a woman at that. Compared to the buxom, peroxided, heavily made-up women of Sophie's normal acquaintance, this woman was decidedly plain. Her hair was short, her clothes were rather ordinary and functional, and she even wore glasses. She wasn't unattractive, though. It was just that nothing proclaimed her beauty in an obvious way.

"This is Ashley," said Justin, who was squeezing the girl's hand. "We've been seeing each other for about a week now. And when I said I was going to the pub, she asked if she could come along. You don't mind, do you, Sophie?"

"Of course not," said Sophie with a barely contained snarl. "Why should I?"

She sat down on the seat opposite Ashley and glowered at her while Justin stood up to buy the drinks with the twenty pound note Sophie forced into his hand. 

Ashley was nervous. She smiled shyly.

"So you're Sophie? Justin's friend. He's told me about you," she said. "Not a lot, but he said you work in the media."

Sophie pulled a cigarette out of a packet and lit it. There was nothing about her casual clothes that announced which aspect of the media she was associated with, but Sophie didn't intend to leave Ashley uninformed for long.

"Media? Yeah, that's right. Media."

"That must be really exciting."

"It is," agreed Sophie, blowing smoke out of her mouth and not caring that it got in Ashley's eyes. "Especially if you like fucking as much as I do."

Ashley swallowed and ruffled her brow. "Sorry? Did you say...?"

"Fucking. That's what I do. Fucking! I'm a fucking porn star. The real fucking deal. Didn't Justin sweetie tell you? I fuck for a living and get paid for being filmed doing it. And you know what?"

"No?" asked Ashley in a low voice.

"I fucking love it! It's fucking great! And Justin didn't say a word?"

Ashley shook her head and looked distinctly uncomfortable. Her eyes flew all around the place, partly towards Sophie and partly towards Justin at the bar. This was not a situation she wanted to be in.

"Justin didn't say anything?" Sophie persisted. 

"He just said the media," said Ashley in a low voice.

"Yeah. I star in porn films. The type you see in basements in Soho. Busty Babes Eat Each Other. Anal Excursions. Blow Job Honeys. You ever seen any of them?"

"I can't say I have."

"It's not simulated. It's the real deal. Two cocks front and back. Spunk all over the face. And most of all, I like doing girls."

"Girls?" wondered Ashley, looking at alarm at Justin, who was returning with glasses of beer and wine.

It was Sophie who spoke to Justin as he sat down, clearly aware from Ashley's face that the conversation wasn't exactly going well.

"Shame on you, Just," said Sophie. "You never told your little sweetheart what I do for a living."

Justin bit his lower lip. "I wasn't sure that you'd want me to."

"Why should I be bothered? It's what I do. And fucking with girls is what I like doing most. Strap-ons and dildos, fisting and fingers, I love it. Do you like it, Ashley? Is that what you'd want to do?"

Ashley looked down nervously at her drink. "I've never thought about it."

"Y'ought to try it, sweetie," sniffed Sophie. "I can give you a lesson if you like."

"Lesson?"

"You know. Bit of girl-on-girl. That appeal to you? I won't charge you."

"Sophie!" Justin blurted. "What's going on? You're not usually like this! What's got into you?"

"Don't be soft, Just," Sophie continued, blowing out smoke through her mouth. "Bit of fun never hurt anyone. What d'you think, Just? You wanna join in?"

"I thought we were friends, Sophie. If I'd known you were gonna be like this, I'd never..."

"Never what?" Sophie asked with a sneer.

"Never, you know, never have come out to see you this evening with Ashley."

"What? Would you keep me your dirty little secret, lover boy?"

"No, it's not that. It's just... it's just..."

"Oh! Don't mind me, Justin. Don't fucking mind me. What about you, Ashley? What do you think, eh?"

Ashley gripped Justin's hand in hers and glared back at Sophie. This act of proprietary ownership troubled Sophie, but she pretended to ignore it.

"What do you mean?" Ashley asked.

"What do you think?"

"I don't know," she answered. She looked at Justin, who was distinctly uneasy but gripped her hand rather more tightly than before.

The conversation continued in this vein. Sophie taunted Justin for his reluctance in telling Ashley what she did for a living, fantasized what it would be like for Ashley to have sex with her, and made some unkind comments about Justin's sexuality.  

"In all the time I've known him he's been like some poof. Is he like that with you, sweetie? Or perhaps he's got no prick to speak of. Have you and Justin fucked together?"

"What a question!" said Ashley angrily.

"Don't be a prude! You haven't, have you? He's fucking impotent, isn't he?"

"Well, actually..." began Ashley tentatively, and then she thought better of what she was about to say. "Look, Sophie. It's obvious you don't like me. What I do or what I've done with Justin is really not your business." 

"Well, really!" said Sophie affronted.

"Come on, Justin!" Ashley commanded, standing up with her glass of wine still mostly untouched. "This is not what I was hoping for when I agreed to come out with you."

"But I..." said Justin, still holding his pint of beer. 

"Leave it!" Ashley commanded. "We'll go to another pub if it's a beer you want."

"What's wrong, sweetheart?" asked Sophie in mock sympathy. "Don't you want to know what Justin's friends are like?"

"That's not it," said Ashley aggressively as she sidled out of her seat and buttoned up her jacket. "It's not what Justin's friends are like. It's what you're like. I wasn't expecting anything like this at all. Justin told me that you and he were just friends."



Just Friends



Sue and Carol were enjoying one of their regular girl's-day-out, man-bashing lunches. This lunch was fueled by Carol's most recent disastrous interaction with the testosterone poisoned male of the species.

"Sue, I just can't believe I ever actually moved in with this creep," said Carol, who was doing most of the talking. "I actually though he might be mister right ...yea right! As soon as I move in, the whole relationship started going down the flusher. Remember how I always commented on how neat he kept his place? Turns out he had a maid service, which he dropped the minute I moved in. Said he didn't need to waste his money with me living there. Do I look like fucking Molly Maid? And between sports bars, golf, fishing and poker night with that pack of Neanderthals he calls his buds, I saw more of him before I moved in. But that's not what really screwed the pooch and got me the hell outa there."

"Give, sister," begged Sue, "you gotta tell me, I'm dying over here. All I know is that I've never seen you as freaking mad, ever!"

"Oh, wait till I tell you, you're not going to fucking believe this, even coming from a male moron. See he comes up to me one day all touchy, feely, affectionate and sweet, so I already know he's after something. So he starts talking about his buddy Steve and how he's all busted up because his girlfriend dumped him. He says that Steve is despondent and depressed and he wants to know if I will help. So I asked him what he wanted me to do. And he says, you know just be "nice" to him. So I ask if he means to talk to him like a big sister, that kind of thing. And he gets all flustered and hems and haws, and he won't say until I finally get pissed, and just say dammit, tell me what you want me to do. And this asshole blurts out that he was kinda hoping maybe I'd be willing to give his friend a blow job, just to give him back his confidence. And then, here's the icing on the cake, wonders if I would mind if he watched."

"I went ballistic and tore him a new one, told him I was not his whore and he was not my pimp to pass me around to his buddies whenever he felt like it. That I was in charge of my body, and it wasn't his plaything. So he apologized, said it was really bad idea, and he was sorry. He was worried about his friend, and it popped in his head, and he blurted it out without thinking. I was plenty pissed, but hell, he is a guy, they think with their dicks. Sometimes their mouth starts up before the brain's in gear so I decided to let it go – after putting him through a few weeks of enforced celibacy and general synthetic PMS.

That is until I walked by his office and heard him on his phone, "I'm sorry Steve, she just up and changed her mind, ..........Hell, I don't why, you know woman they're likethat........what're going to do, they control all the pussy.."

I threw open the door and grabbed the phone out of his hands "Steve, this is Carol, I didn't change my mind, this chicken shit creep never had the balls to ask, but if he had, I wouldn't suck your sorry dick for a Gold Card with no limit. Just go to a titty bar and get a lap dance and take this fuck-off with you, cause guess what? His girlfriend just dumped him too!"

 I handed him back the phone, grabbed my purse, went over to Jeff's for the night and cried on his shoulder. In the morning, Jeff borrowed a truck and moved me out. I haven't seen the sorry SOB since and he's had the good grace to give up calling after I ignored him for two days."

"Holy shit" said a stunned Sue, "that's an incredible story. It's hard to believe even a moronic macho male would think about loaning out his girl friend like that and without even asking. What the hell was he thinking? So how do you feel?"



"Me? I feel fine, I've known for quite a while that he wasn't the one and this was so gross that I don't miss him at all. Jeff helped me find a new place, and he helped me get settled. Sometimes I don't know what I would do without Jeff as a friend."

"Speaking of Jeff," Sue asked, "you guys have been friends what, six, seven years?"

"About six."

"And this is what, the third time he's moved you in and out of some guy's home?

"Hmmm, let's see......yeah third."

"And each time Jeff's been there to pick up the pieces?"

"Well yeah, it's like I said, he's a great friend; he's always there for me."

"Did you ever wonder if maybe you should have moved in with Jeff instead of those losers?"

Carol looked at her friend strangely, "you're kidding, right? You know I couldn't do that. I've told you I'm not ever going to have a male roommate; men are way too messy to keep around if you can't sleep with them. Jeff and I are just friends."

"And what does "JUST" a friend mean exactly?" asked Sue. "Here is a guy that's been there for you 24/7, never let you down for six years, and he's "JUST" a friend. Like he's somehow inferior to guys we fall madly in love with for a few weeks, find out that they are total assholes, end up hating and never see again."

"Jeff always jokes," said Carol "that a friend is a guy that has to put up with all of the same crap as a boyfriend but doesn't get any of the benefits."

"I'm not sure that's joking" said Sue," "I've had male friends like Jeff and I wish I had one now, but I've never known why they do it."

"I guess Jeff just likes me," said Carol.

"Likes you, my ass," laughed Sue, "are you blind girlfriend? I watch Jeff around you; that man is, and always has been in love with you. That's why he's always there."

Carol looked at her friend as though she had been slapped, "No, that's not possible! If there's chemistry between two people it happens in the first few weeks, otherwise you are just friends. Besides, it's been six years, six years for God's sake, if he loved me, he would have told me before now. Jeff's just too sweet and kind to be a boyfriend, there's not enough bad boy in him."

"Listen to yourself," Sue said,"The great mythology of romance. I think in some ways we're as bad as men are. The "magic window" of opportunity, if you don't fall head over heels in a certain period of time, you never will. Bull shit! As though we never change, circumstances never change, or we never get to know someone better. What rubbish, I think love happens when it happens. A man will always tell you if he loves you. NOT! Men get afraid too. I'll bet that the longer Jeff has waited to tell you how he feels, the harder it has become until now I don't think it's even possible for him, unless you help. And the last one, the great hypocrisy of the modern woman. We SAY we want men to be sensitive, gentle and affectionate but we always go home and fuck the macho bad boys, so if there aren't enough sensitive sweet guys around, it's probably because we punish men for being sweet and reward them for being bad."

Carol just stared at her friend, "Jesus Sue, I don't know where all this is coming from, but I can't believe Jeff's been in love with me for six years and I never noticed. Besides once someone's a friend that's that. I don't think it's possible to become romantically involved with a friend, it just doesn't happen."

"Well you had better consider it Carol. Your luck in men hasn't been that great. Jeff's a sweetheart and he's nice looking. Rachel used to date him and she said he was hot, and a lot of fun."

"Forget it Sue! Not happening, Jeff's just a friend, and that's what he's gonna stay."

Over the next few days Carol did think about what Sue had said. It got her to look at Jeff in a different light. He really was a nice looking guy. He worked out and stayed fit. He treated her like a princess; he was always there for her. He never forgot her birthday, and he knew her tastes, and needs, and whims almost better than she knew herself. Carol had her own test to measure her feelings about someone. She imagined that they had just told her they were moving far away so that she would probably never see them again. How did that make her feel? When she thought about Jeff moving away it opened up a huge chasm in her life. The sheer immensity of the feeling of loss surprised and frightened her. It made her wonder if she might have fallen in love with Jeff at some point, without even realizing it.

Finally Carol made a decision. She was going to break a fundamental law of love, maybe the sky would fall, maybe the ground would open and swallow her up, but she was going to make love to someone who was JUST a friend.

"Jeff, this is Carol, can you make it for dinner Friday?"

"Sure, what's up, computer acting up again?

"No, Jeff, everything's fine, I just wanted to have dinner with you."

"OK, I'll pick up Chinese on the way over."

"Jeff, listen carefully, this is an invitation to dinner, as in I am cooking the dinner and you are a guest. You just come and enjoy the dinner and be prepared to entertain me with your wit and charm. Got it?"

Jeff got it though he was still puzzled. In the six years they had been friends, they had shared many meals together, but this formal invitation was somehow different. He was both excited and a little nervous when Friday finally rolled around. Though casual, his clothes were chosen with great care, because Jeff really wanted to look his very best. You see, Jeff was very much in love with Carol, but he would never tell her. He arrived at her apartment exactly on time carrying a bottle of wine and a little bouquet of wild flowers. Carol opened the door, and he almost dropped the wine. She was wearing an extremely hot little sheer black cocktail dress. It had spaghetti straps securing a top low enough to show a generous amount of creamy breasts and sheer enough to give a hint of the nipple and areole. The knee length skirt was cut very high on the side, high enough to guarantee that if she wore panties at all, they were definitely not full on the side.

"Jesus Carol, You look incredible" he stammered. "But I didn't know it was a fancy party with other guests; I didn't really dress..........."

"Relax Jeff," she said grabbing his arm and bringing him inside by the dining room table, "count the place settings Jeff, one, two. See, it's just the two of us. I just felt like dressing up for you for once. Would you like a glass of wine?"

"Yes please."

"Jeff, do you like to dance?"

"Sure, but I'm not great at it or anything"

"That's OK, Jeff, it's just the two of us." Carol went over to the stereo and started a pre-selected set of CDs. To Jeff's surprise they were all very romantic slow dances. He started out holding her at a very respectful distance but Carol was having no part of that. She pulled herself in until she could rest her head on his shoulder. Jeff could smell her perfume and was all too conscious of her breasts and pelvis rubbing against him as she swayed to the music. His reaction was predictable and perfectly natural, he immediately sprouted a full grown erection. It was aimed right at Carol's crotch and he didn't have a free hand to move it, so he tried to pull his lower body away from her so that she wouldn't notice his embarrassing display. Carol, who knew exactly what was happening, simply reached down and placed her hand on his butt and pulled him right back in so they were back rubbing together. Still taking the lead, Carol placed her hand on the back of his head and held it while she brought her own head around into position and kissed him firmly and warmly. Jeff thought his knees would buckle, and when she started to use her tongue on his lips he actually got a little dizzy. 

"Carol, do you mind if we sit down for a while?"

"Not at all Jeff, lets sit on the couch over there, it's got room for both of us."

Carol thought that Jeff was looking for a place for seriously making out, while Jeff was looking for a place to recover from his dizzy spell. For awhile she was content to lie against Jeff while he just let his hands lay around her waist. Pretty soon Carol got restless and realized that if anything was going to happen, it was going to be up to her to make it happen. She took the spaghetti straps off her shoulders and pulled down the top of her dress to unveil the two perfect orbs of her breasts. The large nipple on each was already standing at attention and ready for active duty. She then reached down, took both of Jeff's hands and placed them directly on her magnificent mammeries. "There", she thought, "that should give him the idea."

Jeff was in shock. They were the most beautiful sight he had ever seen. These particular tits had guest-starred in his masturbation fantasies for years and yet the reality so far exceeded the fantasy. And now he had his hands on them, on the breasts of the love of his life and he was.............. was ......... scared shitless, that's what he was.

"Carol, I .. I ..listen I'm crazy about you .... I mean ... you mean a lot to me ... this is sudden .... but.... this ... ah......I don't know if I can do it."

"Come on Jeff, of course you can, it's easy. First we kiss a lot. Then I undress you, and you undress me. Then we play with each other's pee pees. Then we screw our brains out all night."

"Please Carol, don't make fun of me. I can't explain, but I can't do this. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. And I'm so sorry to spoil the evening. Good night." And looking like he might cry, Jeff kissed her on the cheek and rushed out of the apartment.

"Wait Jeff, don't go, please don't go" she pleaded, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you........... we don't have to do anything ..... I want you back....." but it was too late and she threw her self on the couch face down and cried like someone who had lost their last friend on earth, and maybe she had.

Jeff ran downstairs to his car, not sure if he had just done the smartest thing or the absolute pea-brained dumbest thing in his life. He was beginning to suspect the latter. Carol had seemed really devastated when he ran out, and he had just run out on the very thing he wanted more than anything in the world ...... unless it lost him Carol forever. Maybe he already had lost her. He decided to call his best friend Mike and fill him in and get his opinion.

"So suddenly Mike, she just drops her top, shows me the most gorgeous tits in the world, and sticks my hands right on them!"

"And Jeff....I'm still waiting for the problem here, what's the problem? Carol wants you to fuck her. Great! I've always hoped you guys would get together. Go get her, Tiger, and quit wasting time on the phone with me."

"It's just not that simple Mike."

"Whaaat?, you need to borrow some condoms, you're too quick on the trigger, what?"

"Mike, Carol and I are friends."

"So? Fucking is friendly."

"No Mike, I mean we're "JUST" friends."

"Oh, you're "JUST" friends, correction pal, you were "JUST" friends. Carol has decided to free from the blue ball brigade of them that never get laid. You my lucky young horn dog should be down on your knees giving thanks. No one ever makes it back to pussyland from the cursed ranks of the "justfriends" but you are getting a chance. If you won't do it for yourself you gotta do it for those millions of other frustrated unhappy "justfriends" out there – give them hope, brother."

"Dammit, Mike, quit kidding, I'm serious here."

"Jeff, listen, I'm not really kidding, OK, I maybe used a bit of hyperbole but the truth is that you don't often get a second chance at romance, so take it. And if you're not ready to admit that you are head over fucking heels in love with that girl and have been for years, then you are a lost cause."

"How did you know?"

"Shit, Jeff, everybody knows except apparently Carol and I think it's time you tell her. Do it Jeff, do it now" 

Jeff had no sooner hung up, when his cell phone rang again. Could it be Carol?

"Hello?"

"Jeff, this is Sue, what the fuck did you do?"

"I panicked, I didn't know what to do, I ran out."

"Do you know Carol is crying her eyes out, she's embarrassed, confused, hurt, scared and lonely all at the same time. She's a total wreck."

"Shit, Sue, you know I didn't mean to do that to her. I would never hurt her on purpose, you know that."

"And yet somehow you managed."

"Tell me what I need to do to fix it, Sue, I'll do anything."

"I'm going to ask you one question, Jeff; I want an absolutely honest answer."

"OK"

"Jeff, are you in love with Carol?"

There was a long pause, then very quietly, "Yes, Sue, I am, very much so, and I have been for years."

"Jeff, listen to me, this is what you have to do immediately. You have to go tell her how you feel, completely and honestly; and I think there is a chance she may even return your feelings. If you don't tell her tonight, I'm not sure you guys will even be able to salvage your friendship. I want to see this work out for both of you. Go to her Jeff."

It was very hard for Jeff to retrace his steps back to Carol's apartment and ring the bell. Carol answered the door, and it was obvious she had been crying a lot.

"Carol, can I come in .... Please" asked Jeff?

"I'm not sure if that's a good idea, Jeff, I'm pretty upset right now, maybe we should talk later."

"It's my fault you are so upset", said Jeff, "because I haven't been honest with you. I think it's very important we talk now before we throw away years of friendship. Please Carol, don't send me away without hearing me out."

"All right , come in Jeff, but this mess is my fault for practically raping you and just assuming you wanted me in that way. I'm sorry, I had no right, let's forget the whole tawdry incident and go back to being friends, and I'll never embarrass you like this again."

"Carol, it wasn't tawdry at all, it was beautiful, so before you draw the wrong conclusions about a lot of things, in fact, before another word is spoken, you need to hear me out."

"Ok Jeff, you have the floor and my undivided attention."

"Carol, this is hard for me to say now because it should have been said so long ago. 

The simple truth is that I am totally, madly, head over heels in love with you and have been for years. I wanted to tell you but I was afraid, afraid that I would lose you completely, and I couldn't bear that. The longer it went unsaid, the harder it became to say it. So finally, it never got said at all."

Jeff waited but Carol said nothing, she just stared at him and tears welled up in her eyes.

"Carol," said Jeff nervously, "please say something."

"Just hold me right now while I work through this. I'm not sure what to say to you, Jeff. You and I both have really screwed this up, and I'm just not sure what I feel anymore.

They sat in the large recliner and she curled up in his lap. She didn't speak for a good hour, although she occasionally would look into his eyes, as though deciding whether he was worth keeping or not. Jeff knew her well enough to know that he had no choice but to wait until she had finished working everything out for herself. There wasn't any appeal from an unfavorable outcome, but likewise if she decided to forgive, then all would be forgotten.

Finally she grabbed his head with both hands and pulled it to her for an extremely steamy and passionate kiss. Then she looked him in the eye. "Now that everyone knows where they stand, we'll start this evening over," she announced. "I've kept the dinner warm in the oven. Let's eat because I'm famished. Then after dinner, I want to make out and then end up screwing our brains out all night. Does that work for you."

"Yes ma'am," Jeff said enthusiastically, "and I promise not to bail this time."

Later over a leisurely candle lit dinner the two discussed their new relationship. Over a bottle of wine, they held hands, gazed into each other's eyes and honestly discussed their hopes and fears.

Jeff expressed his concern, "Carol, I realize now how wrong it was to not tell you how I felt, but lovers so often separate, and end up never seeing each other again. I can't bear the thought of my life without you. I would rather be your friend for life than your lover for one night."




Just Friends



As always Carol thought carefully before answering. "I agree with you Jeff, I value our friendship very highly, and I considered the risk before I decided to try to change our relationship. I think unlike most lovers, we have our history of a six year friendship. I don't think we would throw that away if we failed to find happiness as sexual partners. Certainly nothing that happens in the bedroom tonight can jeopardize our friendship as far as I'm concerned"

Jeff agreed, "Let's promise each other then; friends first and forever."

"I promise," said Carol lifting her wineglass in toast, "But now I want a promise. You've been dreaming about this night for six years." Jeff nodded. "Six years of dreams is a lot to live up to. We know each other so well. I'm afraid we may go into that bed with some very unrealistic expectations. We may expect fireworks and bells ringing, when in fact, we are going to be just as unsure and fumbling as any other couple's first time. We will have to get used to each other's rhythms and responses, and that takes time. So instead of expecting magic tonight, I'll be happy with love. So promise me you won't be disappointed if there aren't any fireworks and bells ringing .... please."

Jeff took both her hands and gazed lovingly into her eyes. "Carol, if you only knew what it meant to me just to be with you. But I promise I won't expect any fireworks or bells."

Soon they were back dancing, and this time no one needed to pull Jeff any closer because they were as close as two people could be and still move at all. They moved as one, and their mouths were joined in an almost perpetual kiss. Carols' nipples threatened to rip through the sheer fabric of her dress, and Jeff was delightfully aware of them on his chest. In return, his raging erection was pressing into Carol, to her delight. Both sets of hands were securely planted on each others posteriors. The strong panoply of stimulation had pulses elevated and breathing heavy so songs and dancing were quickly forgotten as the couple found their way to the bedroom.

Carol started to undress, but Jeff quickly indicated he would like that task for himself, and she acquiesced. He reached behind her and unzipped her dress, took the spaghetti straps from each shoulder and lifted the tiny dress off her with no more effort than picking up a handkerchief. Carol stood in front of him in nothing but some sheer black lace hip-hugger panties and black thigh high stockings. Carol then undressed him down to his boxers. Jeff sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her towards him. He took time to just soak in the beauty of her perfectly formed beasts. In the six years that these particular beauties had been the centerpiece of his dreams and masturbation fantasies, his imagination had never lived up to the reality. He looked up and said, "you are lovely, so very, very lovely, I had no idea." 

And he leaned forward and gently kissed each nipple which responded to him by turning pencil eraser hard. Jeff then sucked on the nipple and teased it with his teeth and Carol responded with "Yes, yes oh yes, I feel that directly in my pussy, YES!" and placed her hands on his head to keep him to his task. Not that Jeff needed much in the way of encouragement.

In fact, Jeff attended to her breasts with such zeal that she actually found herself experiencing a nice little orgasm, not earth shattering, just a nice warm little tremor, but the first that Carol had ever received through nipple teasing alone. Now she felt so wet, so ready, she needed more. 

She pushed Jeff's head back and rolled over on the bed. He took the hint. First he rolled off each thigh high stocking slowly, almost ceremoniously, and then gently kissed his way back up her legs. When he reached for her panties, he realized that they were soaked with her juices, and his nostrils flared at the pungent but addictively stimulating musky scent of her essence. He removed her panties and unabashedly lifted them to his nose to enjoy their fragrance, and Carol did not find the act at all offensive.

Jeff started to move towards her with the intent of making oral love but she stopped him with a gesture to wait. Instead she reached for his boxers, and he lifted his hips to allow her to remove them. She took his steel hard cock in her hands. Carol suspected, correctly, that Jeff was already highly stimulated, and their love making would probably be better if she were to get him off now. Besides Carol rather enjoyed giving head to her men, not because she particularly liked the taste of their cum, it was tolerable at best. What she enjoyed was the power it gave her to give or withhold pleasure, and how much pleasure it gave to them. You could always tell the guy who had just had a good BJ from the silly grin plastered on his face.

Jeff suddenly felt the warm wet softness of her mouth cover the head of his cock and he almost lost it right then. To have the woman you had loved for six years take you in her mouth was almost unbearable. She moved up and down with gentle suction while she gently fondled his balls with her hand. "Oh my God, that's feels so good, on God, don't stop, ohhhh, I'm almost there." Carol could feel the tightening and knew he would come soon. She took her other hand and quickly ran her middle finger across her own labia to get lubrication, and then she used it to tease her way into his anus to stimulate his prostate. Jeff had never had that done, but as soon as that finger slipped in delivering new and unfamiliar feelings, his ejaculation occurred before he could even warn Carol, who fortunately expected this and needed no warning. Jeff's orgasm was not just sudden, it was huge. He shot rope after rope of hot semen directly into Carol's lovely mouth and she was almost able to swallow fast enough but a little bit trickled down her chin. 

Jeff was afraid he would be drained dry if the flow didn't stop, but it did and he was indeed still intact. He grabbed Carol and kissed her, winning points for kissing while she still had his taste in her mouth. "Carol, that was wonderful, I've never felt anything like that, now what can I do?" Carol looked meaningfully down at her nether regions. Jeff blushed "Duh.... yeah, I think I have an idea."

Jeff positioned himself between Carol's legs which she opened as wide as possible. As before Jeff took a while to just soak up her beauty. She had shaved off most of the hair leaving just a little landing strip in the front. Her labia were prominent but not over sized. Her skin on her thighs and all around was completely clear and smooth. He reached in and opened her. She had that incredible pinkish coral color which is so universally admired but so rare to find. Jeff was totally mesmerized by her beauty. When he didn't move or say anything for awhile, Carol asked "You like?"

Jeff looked up "No Carol, I love, I'm overwhelmed by your beauty, it surpasses my dreams and fantasies." He then lowered his head. His gentle kisses started on her inner thighs and gradually fluttered across her labia like the gentle flight of a butterfly which finally alighted on her clitoris as gentle as a cloud where the beating of its wings gently awakened her most sensitive nub. Then the butterfly of his kisses flew off to be replaced by the gentle probing and licking of his tongue. No spot was left unexplored from the rosebud of her anus to the little strip of hair that graced her mound, every spot was visited again and again by either the gentle probing tip or the velvet stroke; with the single exception of the clit itself which was never quite touched directly, although almost, so very almost .... until she found herself moving her pelvis in pursuit trying to force contact with that elusive tongue. But she never quite caught that wonderful, magical, aggravating, frustrating, damn tongue which was slowly driving her mad because she never quite knew where it was going next or whether it would be probing or licking or gentle or firm .......................and just at the perfect moment when the tension was almost unbearable, his lips dropped directly over her hungry clit, and he gently sucked it like a baby sucks a nipple. And she immediately had an orgasm.

Carol reached down and pulled Jeff up to her. She kissed him passionately and tasted herself on him. She looked in his eyes and whispered, "OK lover, enough preliminaries, it's Showtime, it's screw Carol's brains out time, no fireworks, no bells, but I want you inside me Jeff, so fuck me, fuck me now." 

Jeff was afraid, he knew this act would change their relationship forever, but he also wanted this woman like he had never wanted any woman in his life. There was no turning back. He was hard; he had never been this hard. He felt Carol's hand lining him up with her opening. He took a deep breath and slowly and firmly thrust into her. His cock has immersed in a tight wet glove of perfect softness that seemed to caress him as he plunged deeper. The feeling was almost unbearable. 

For her the feeling was of perfect fullness, he seemed to fit her like he was designed just for her. When he pulled back, she almost wanted to cry out at the loss, but before she could grab him he had started back in and she was overcome with pleasure.

Despite his recent oral release, Jeff's biggest concern was lasting long enough to satisfy Carol. He had kept the rhythm slow to stretch it out. But Carol wasn't buying that. "Jeff," she cried out, "I'm almost there, fuck me hard, come with me Jeff." That suited him. It's easier when you don't have to hold back. Jeff started fucking like he was trying to pound out lumps in the mattress, making no attempt to hold back the tsunami that was building in his groin. Carol immediately responded to the new intensity and felt a huge climax building, "Yes Jeff, oh God yes, harder. I'm going to come, OH OH SHIT I'M COMING!" Her vaginal contractions immediately stroked Jeff's cock triggering his tidal wave of semen flooding and filling her with warmth. The impact of his ejaculation on her cervix seemed to send her orgasm into a second and more powerful stage. Carol had never felt the intensity of spasms that gripped her entire groin, and she actually thought she was going to faint from the sheer joyous intensity of her climax. She closed her eyes and she saw bright swirling and flashing lights before her eyes. "My God", she thought, "they look like fireworks".

Jeff's climax had finally ended; he had no idea where all that spunk came from. He was stunned and a little dizzy, and his ears were ringing. He listened for a moment, "holy shit" he thought, "it sounds like distant bells ringing."

The two new lovers held each other in the afterglow of their first act of love.

"Carol, my love", Jeff said, "you may not believe me but I actually did hear bells."

"I believe you, I actually saw fireworks."

Jeff for the first time noticed the tears in her eyes. "Carol, you're crying, what's wrong?"

"I cry for six lost years. Because of my blindness and your fears, we lost six years to being JUST friends when we could have been so much more."



Just Friends



The news came as a bit of a shock, but not really a surprise, when my friends Linda and Ken eloped. Linda and Ken were lovers, and we successfully kept it hidden from the officers in the squadron that would frown on co-workers bedding down with each other. They tried to keep their relationship a secret as much as possible but everyone knew they were eventually going to get married, it was just a matter of time. A good military unit is like a big family; a lot of brothers, not so many sisters, and too damn many parents always nosing around in your business. 

Linda and I were the best of friends, always clowning around together, even though I out ranked her and generally ordered her into potentially harmful situations on a daily basis while I stood back and watched. (Rank has its privileges) Linda's best female friend Jenny out ranked me and generally took delight in nit-picking and rejecting every piece of paperwork I submitted for her approval causing me no end of fits and no shortage of torn up, improperly filled out forms with a big red "F MINUS LOSER!" in her dainty handwriting on the top of each one. Eventually Jenny and I became good buddies too; otherwise we would have killed each other.

Things came to a head (so to speak) on the return flight from a deployment to the Middle East. Linda was more froggy than usual, she normally kept up a salty repertoire on these return trips just to insure that those of us with blue balls were severely aching when we got off the plane, but this time she was completely insufferable. In fact her favorite phrase this time was "Balls deep in 4 hours!" or how ever many hours were left in the trip home, shouted at the top and bottom of each hour. Over and over she carried on until one of the quietest members of the squadron, went over to Ken and begged Ken to find something to stick in her mouth. 

The young airman received a standing ovation from the gang, but that was followed by Linda's even more enthusiastic "BALLS DEEP IN THREE - COUNT 'EM - THREE HOURS!!!" 

"At least she's not trying to imitate The Count from Sesame Street this time," groaned Ken.

Finally the plane landed at home base and as usual the crowd was waiting for our return. Eager wives, husbands, and children surged forward and pressed against the ropes that kept them from running across the tarmac while their soldier stepped off the plane. By silent agreement, those of us with no one waiting remained seated while the newly weds and new parents deplaned first, then the troops that had been married longer got off the plane followed by us bachelors. Being engaged Jenny was one of the earlier ones off the plane, however things weren't going well with her fiancé Brad so she wasn't expecting a warm welcome home. Being the stereotypical grouchy old bachelor NCO I was one of the last off the plane, just behind Linda and Ken.

Just as we reached the ground Linda turned to me and handed me her house keys. "Can you open the place up for me? We'll be back in a week." With that she kissed me on the cheek and disappeared through the press of folks with Ken. 

After a small reception we found that we had to return to work next Monday, almost a full week off, then we very quickly dispersed. I noticed Jenny heading for the parking lot, alone, and I caught up with her. "I got the keys to Linda's house." I jingled the key ring in front of her face. "We can cause trouble!" I said with a grin.

Jenny looked at me, her normally mischievous brown eyes were red with the effort of holding back tears. "Yeah, we can short sheet her bed," she attempted some humor.

"Linda is three foot nuttin'. She'd never figure it out." No laugh, Jenny must really be hurting; nothing cracks her up like making fun of Linda's lack of altitude. That bastard fiancé of Jenny's was no where to be found and I personally thought that Jenny was probably much better that way. Brad's a dick and just about everyone in the squadron wanted to beat the shit out of him, I've never seen such a hated individual. As we reached our cars I said "Hey Sarge, if you need anything, maybe just an ear to chew on, give me a call."

"'k, sarge." she muttered softly and we went our separate ways.

* * * * * 

I went home and opened every window in my stuffy apartment, called the cable company to get my box back up, then sat down with the normal stack of bills and a check book and spent my way back stateside.

I fiddled around for a couple of days doing a lot of decompressing and junk food binges before going to Linda's house to open it up. She lived in a nice little ranch house on the edge of town. Waiting on the porch was the expected stack of mail that the Post Office held for her. On the kitchen table was a series of checks pre signed and made out to the different utilities with a note asking me to fill in the amounts and mail them off, which I did after insuring that there was a fresh stock of cold beer in her empty fridge. 

I noticed she had a much nicer TV than I did so I first insured that the cable was restored ASAP before delving into those bills. Then I snooped around and found the spare bedroom was filled with boxes and suit cases. A little more snooping showed that it was all Ken's stuff - the love birds were planning to set up a nest together I decided, then opened another beer and checked out back. Swimming pool! Awesome. Leaves! Not so awesome. 

After a lot of poking around I figured out how to get the filter running, found the skimmer and began my short career as a pool boy. Just as I had about 30% of the leaves dipped out of the pool the phone in the house rang. I answered it quickly and it was Jenny who seemed to expect me to be on the phone but not there at Linda's house.

"Where y'all at?" she demanded in her honeysuckle sweet and boner inspiring Alabama drawl.

I paused for a second, Jenny was both one of the most brilliant noncommissioned officers I know, and at the same time one of the daffiest women I've ever met. "Well, you called Linda's house and I answered the phone, so obviously I'm in Germany," I said as I looked out the window at the New Mexico desert on the edge of town.

"Really? Oh... you're funning me aren't ya, anyhow I got big news!"

"Real big?"

"Bigger than that!"

"How big?"

"Way big!"

I could keep her going like that all day but the game gets tiring after a while. "Bring your news over here, and some beers, and a swimsuit. We'll have us a party."

"K! Bye!" I heard her drop the phone a few times while hanging it up. Jenny never ceases to crack me up.

I had the leaves gone, the chlorine level just right and was vacuuming the sunken leaves and blown sand off the bottom of the pool when Jenny showed up. "They eloped!" she cried as she came through the sliding glass door from Linda's living room. Then: "Wow, I didn't know she had a pool."

"I kind of guessed something was up, Ken's stuff is stacked up in the other bedrooms, and I said the same thing about the pool." Then I did a double take on Jenny. I've know her for two years now and I've only seen her in battle dress uniform or in loose civilian clothes which does her figure no justice either. Today however...

Her long stunning legs protruded from incredibly short terrycloth hot pants which clung tightly to her perfectly rounded butt, her crop top highlighted her large and perfectly rounded breasts and stopped short of her hour glass midriff, her navel was pierced with a tiny diamond stud. Jenny's face is incredibly cute, a little like Jennifer Love Hewett, but her chin is more rounded and while her mouth is smaller, her infectious grin is larger. Her eyes are large and brown and she constantly looks either amused or surprised, but woe to anyone that thinks she's an airhead. As an NCO she's one of the sharpest out there. Her hair is dark brown, thick and full, which she brushes out straight and crops to within a millimeter of the allowable military maximum length. 

She noticed my gawking and said "What?" but probably realized what was up when she saw my shorts beginning to tent out. 

"I've never seen you dressed like that," I finally croaked.

"Like this?" she drawled and gave a little twirl while wiggling her tight little butt. "I always dress like this," she lied. With an evil little grin she sprawled out on a lounge and opened a long neck beer from the six pack she brought. Her little tongue danced around the tip of the bottle before she slowly took a long sensuous drink from the beer.

I groaned as my cock pressed against my cut offs, which caused her to giggle at my misery.

"Come on, y'all. Finish sucking out that pool so you can help me suck on these beers."

"I can multi-task," I insisted and grabbed the beer out of her hand then went back to vacuuming the pool. With her help (which consisted mostly of her shouting "Hurry up, damn it!" and taunting me with empty beer bottles while she inflated some pool toys) I was done in a short while.

In the cool of Linda's house we decided to do something nice for our friends. We'd clean up the house, go shopping and fill their fridge, which not counting our beers currently stood empty, then make the newlyweds a nice dinner when they returned. We spent the rest of the afternoon cleaning Linda's house spotless. Even though it stood unused for weeks while we were overseas, the southwestern dust found a way through every nook and cranny and everything was covered in a layer of dust.

After a run to the grocery store for the food, Jenny turned to me (a bit unnerving as she was driving at the time) and said "Where can we get cool toys like fuzzy hand cuffs and things like that?"

"Like edible panties and inflatable sheep?" I replied as deadpan as possible.

"Yeah, you know. Giggle shopping. I want to 'decorate' their bedroom."

"I wouldn't know about anything like that," I lied, "I'm as pure as the driven snow. But I've heard rumors about a place down on Central and Third street." Within moments we were at the town's only adult book store. 

As we walked in the clerk, Billy, saw me and shouted out a cheery "Hey Dan!" I returned his wave.

"You don't know anything about this place?" Jenny asked me with a grin as I steered her towards the 'toy department'.

"A lucky guess on Billy's part, even a blind dog can find a bone from time to time," I kidded her.

She was walking ahead of me and suddenly stopped short. Her hand shot behind her and grabbed my cock through my jeans as I nearly bumped into her. She squeezed my hardon a few times and said "You're right, bones are easy to find." and with a final pat on my throbbing bulge she walked down the aisle leaving me panting in sudden shock, surprise, and sexual agony. She turned and gave me a saucy wink and a grin. "Come on y'all. We're shoppin!"

When we got past the racks of magazines and videos and found the toys, Jenny was in awe of the selection. She enthusiastically checked out every dildo and vibrator, every whip and flogger, every restraint, collar, and cuff. She was even crawling on her hands and knees checking out the items on the bottom shelves, while I gazed longingly at her tight rounded bottom. Finally she made her choices; fuzzy handcuffs, edible panties, glow in the dark condoms, flavored lubricants and a couple of vibes. 

She handed me the vibrators to purchase, while she bought the rest. One was a dildo vibe, the other a complex device with beads, ribs, a clit tickler and an electronic control panel that looked like a NASA experiment gone seriously wrong. "Don't forget batteries," she added, "lots of batteries."

We returned to Linda's house and stocked the fridge, then took our 'giggle store' purchases to the master bedroom and strategically placed them about the room. I held up the bag with the vibrators and batteries. "What do you want me to do with these?" I asked.

She looked at the bag like she never saw it before. "For me?" she squealed. "Oh thank you!" She took the bag and looked in. "How did you know they're just what I wanted? They're just the right size... and batteries too! You're so thoughtful! Oh thank you, thank you, thank you!" She held up the dildo vibe like it was a holy relic while unsuccessfully suppressing her giggles. 

I was just about to say something about how silly she was being when she suddenly threw her arms around me. I held her slim frame close to me and she molded her body to mine. She looked up in into my eyes and for some reason our lips met in a kiss that I think was supposed to be a quick peck, but the quick peck became a long hot kiss, our tongues entwined. A kiss which we both knew was supposed to be in fun became seriously passionate. Reluctantly our lips parted and we were both gasping. "Oh my God," she said in a small voice and pulled me tight against her again. Again we kissed, this time with more fervor, our tongues sinuously dancing together, our hands slowly roaming over each other.

Finally we broke the kiss and held each other close while our eyes slowly refocused. My head was actually spinning as I felt her warm body press tightly to mine. "This is just fun, right?" she asked quietly.

"Yep, two good friends enjoying each other," I replied, "filling each other needs."

"Good," she said, "'cause I got a need that needs to be filled." And with a grin she broke away and said "You take a shower, you smell like chlorine and Formula 409 and hurry up, I need one too."

I took a quick shower, slightly disappointed that Jenny didn't join me, but as I stepped out of the shower cabinet she was waiting for me. She patted the bulge in the towel I wrapped around my waist and smiled. "Oh yeah, have I got plans for you." She said to my cock more than to me. 

"Bath time little girl," I said as I gently grabbed the bottom edge of her top. I lifted her crop top and she didn't protest, in fact she raised her arms like a little child getting ready for her bath. When her breasts were exposed to my gaze I was shocked, never have I seen such a perfect pair of breasts. My second thought was "My God, she's been running around without a bra the whole time." The thought made my cock even harder. Her breasts were large and round and incredibly firm but with just the right amount of sag to show that they were 100% natural. Eighteen year olds would kill for a set this firm, but on a 35 year old woman it's nearly unheard of. Her nipples were a sight to behold, her areola were bright pink and perfectly round, barely as big around as a quarter, and her nipples were small but pebble hard jutting proudly from her perky mounds.

"What?" she cried as she quickly covered her flawless breasts. "Is something wrong with my boobs?"

"Baby, there is definitely nothing wrong with your boobs," I said. "They're perfect in every way." I pushed her hands away and with my own trembling hands I cupped them and squeezed them gently while rubbing my thumbs over her nipples. 

Jenny rocked her head back and groaned. "The girls at the gym think they're fake and Brad thought they were too big."

That asshole, he would tell her something that stupid. "Brad's not here, just you and me, and I love your breasts." I leaned down and took one in my mouth suckling gently while running my tongue over and over the nipple. I wrapped my arms around her as she leaned back and shuddered and made small purring sounds until she squealed and pushed me away. Her tit sprung free from my mouth with a pop and a delightful jiggle.

"Day-um! Y'all gonna make me come doing that!"

"I'd like to try," I grinned.

"Later, there's something I want to do first. Something kind of... kind of... weird. Can you do weird?" she looked up at me with a hint of worry in her eyes.

"Weird works for me, it's what I do best," I said "and how could I turn down someone as beautiful as you?" I knelt down and slid her tiny shorts down over her round ripe ass and womanly hips. I then pulled her petite panties down exposing her trim bush and damp pussy. I planted a small kiss on her nether lips and she shuddered.

"I'm going to hold you to that," she said as she put her hands on my cheeks and reluctantly urged me back to my feet before I could lick her pussy. "And shave sergeant! You're going to tear up my thighs with that bristle." With that and a giggle she stepped into the shower. Her voice changed from nervous lover, to authoritative NCO, to giggly teen so quick my head was spinning.

While she showered I shaved and applied some of Ken's cologne. After Jenny finished she dried off and asked me to wait until she called for me then left the large master bath. I watched that perfectly dimpled ass of hers wiggle as she left the bathroom 

"Ok!" she called, "y'all come out here, and please don't laugh at me." She sounded far off.

I walked out into the bedroom and found she wasn't there. I went into the living room and she wasn't there either. I found her in the den where she lit the gas fire in the fire place, put some soft jazz on the stereo, and placed a kitchen chair next to the fire. She covered the kitchen chair with a blanket and was sitting primly waiting for me, her firm breasts riding high and proud on her chest. The firelight made her skin glow and she blushed. "This is going to be so weird..."

"Tell me," I said gently.

She stuttered a few times then took a deep breath for courage and sighed. "I want you to watch me. Don't touch, just stand very close and watch."

"That's not weird," I said.

"It's not?" she said brightly, "even though I stare at your cock while I touch myself?"

"Not at all, it's kind of cool."

She cheered up, what had been a nervous smile turned into a relaxed beam. "I don't know why but I've always wanted to do this," she said as I took my place next to her and whipped off my towel. She did a sudden double take when she saw my cock.

'Oh damn,' I thought, here it comes. I'm not huge, lengthwise, but my cock is fairly thick and I've been told often enough I'm too big. Women who say "size doesn't matter" have obviously found a cock within their comfort zone. Believe me, for more than a few women there is such a thing as too big.

However Jenny just looked at me and smiled then leaned back in the chair. Staring directly at my cock she began running her fingers over her nipples, gently teasing them to even higher peaks of erectness. She licked her lips and cupped a breast with one hand and began pinching and twisting and tugging her nipple with the other. My eyes were riveted to her dainty fingers as she pulled her hard little nipple causing shudders to run through her body. She switched to the other breast and began manipulating that nipple too, all the while staring intently at my cock.

By now my cock, which had started to sag a bit when she mention that asshole Brad, was iron hard as I watched her play with her firm breasts. My hands were aching to join hers as she squeezed her luscious mounds but I kept my word and kept my hands to myself. In fact I spread my feet shoulder width and clasped my hands behind my back: parade rest. It's not a restful way to stand but it kept me from breaking my word and reaching out to touch her fabulous body.

She rolled her firm little nipples between her thumb and forefinger gently, then traced around and around her nipples with her middle fingertip, all the while her large brown eyes were locked on my throbbing cock. My eyes followed her fingertips as they danced on her nipples, I could feel my own getting hard as she manipulated her breasts. The only time her eyes left my dick was when she lifted a full breast with her tiny hands and tried to suckle her own nipple. Her breasts are large enough but too firm for that, so she settled for extending her tongue and she licked first one nipple, then the other with the tip of her sexy tongue. 

I had never seen anything so hot in my entire life.

Jenny returned to gently pinching, twisting, and pulling on her sensitive little nubbins and her breathing became more ragged. Her eyes were heavy lidded with passion but she never looked anywhere but at my throbbing erection.




Just Friends



Still staring at my cock she reached down with one hand and produced the dildo I purchased earlier and licked the tip of it then took a bit of it into her mouth to slicken it with her saliva, then she began rubbing the dildo up and down her demure slit.

Like her breasts, Jenny has the prettiest pussy I've ever seen. Her lips and small and tight and it glistens with her moisture. From what I've seen, her clit is tiny and has a tiny hood, and I intend to find out if such a small nub could make big orgasms. She slid the fake cock up and down her nether lips, causing her perfect body to shudder and squirm, but the whole time she stared at my cock, occasionally licking her lips. Her breath was coming in gasps in time with the slow rise and fall of the dildo.

Up and down the plastic cock went, stroking her lips and clit, slowly getting covered in a sheen of her moisture. Her abdomen twitched and shuddered as little jolts of ecstasy shot out from her clit, all the while her left hand squeezed her tit and pinched her nipple. Finally she reached down and with two delicate fingers she spread her lips and lined up the dildo with her pussy. Never taking her eyes off my cock she eased the dildo into her quim very slowly, stopping occasionally to shudder and get used to the feeling of fullness. "It's been so long," she whispered and eased more of the plastic cock deep into her enchanting depths.

Finally she pushed it in as far as she could and she paused, breathing deeply. "Come closer," she whispered and I stepped close as I could. The head of my cock was just inches from her face and she stared at it in a mixture of concentration and fascination. She began easing the dildo in and out of her pussy, the damp sounds of its passage could be heard over the crackling of the fire. Her free hand moved back and forth from one breast to the other tweaking and pinching her nipples. Her hips began to describe little circles as she began to slide the dildo in and out more urgently. 

Now her breathing came in little gasps in time with the thrusts of the dildo. My cock throbbed and ached for her touch but I stayed stock still. Some precome leaked from the head of my dick and suddenly Jenny leaned forward and planted her lips on my aching pole. I felt her tongue flick over the head of my cock and she gave it a little suck before leaning back with a groan. A thread of saliva and precome hung between my cock and her lower lip. 

Now she began thrusting the dildo in and out of her pussy harder and faster, she dropped her free hand to her clit and began massaging it furiously. Her beautiful breasts shuddered and shook as her breathing became ragged, yet her eyes remained locked on my cock. Finally a tremendous orgasm hit. Her back arched and she thrusted her ass up off the chair, her hips shuddering uncontrollably. "OH...MY...GAWWWWWDDD!" she shrieked then screamed, her eyes wide open, still staring at my twitching cock. Her abdominal muscles twitched and she slumped back down still holding the dildo deep within her pussy. Her entire body shuddered with the force of her orgasm until she relaxed with a delighted, satisfied sigh. 

Her hands returned to her breasts and she gently squeezed them over and over, finally her eyes fluttered open and she looked up at me with a smile, her hands still pawing her beasts. "It was better than I imagined," she gasped.

"It's my turn," I said. My voice with thick with my need and my words came out as a growl.

Jenny just smiled and sat up straight which put her mouth at the level of my twitching, throbbing erection. I took her wrists and placed her hands on my hips then I placed my hands on the sides of her head. In answer she simply opened her mouth wide to accept my hardness. I pulled her head forward and her mouth closed on my erection, her tongue slithered wantonly on the sensitive underside of my penis as she sucked me in deeper and deeper. I pressed forward until the head of my cock pressed against the back of her mouth.

I paused there for a moment reveling in the feel of her wet welcoming mouth, when suddenly her hands pulled my hips forward. My cock pressed further in, penetrating her throat deeper and deeper until her chin pressed against my balls and her nose was buried in my pubic hair. I felt her throat contract around my shaft as she swallowed around me. I shuddered and groaned as my senses were overwhelmed. I eased back out of her mouth and she sucked my cock as if reluctant to let it go. When only the head of my cock remained in her mouth she began playing with it with her tongue, flicking her tongue over it with lightning quick flicks. The teasing I suffered earlier in the day was catching up with me, my balls ached with the need for release. Now these flicks were overloading my senses, I wanted to be gentle with her but I couldn't, I ached too much... "Sorry baby," I whispered "but I gotta..." and began thrusting in and out of her mouth. I held her head still while I fucked in and out, the whole time she suckled and stroked my cock with her tongue. 

I felt her hands travel, one caressed my balls, at the same time urging my cock in and out of her throat. Her other hand traveled around to my ass. Her middle finger explored around my anus sending snakey thrills up and down my spine. Still slick with her pussy juices her finger began to penetrate me in rhythm with my penile invasion of her mouth. My abdominal muscles began to tighten and my balls tightened up and suddenly the damn burst. My vision went dark as I exploded in her mouth, a sudden gush of release shot through me as I shot my pent up store of semen into her welcoming mouth. When the first burst of my fluids hit her tongue, her middle finger slipped deep into my anus, intensifying the explosion that went off behind my eyeballs.

I roared in relief and my cock pulsed over and over in her moist hot mouth. Jenny, God love her, drank my come as I fired load after load into her mouth. She gently massaged my balls and prostate, draining me, taking everything I had to give her until the uncontrollable shuddering began to subside. She gently nursed at my slowly deflating cock and finally let it fall from her mouth.

My legs gave way and I slowly slumped to my knees and she slid forward to her knees on the floor. Naked we knelt and held each other tight, our mouths fused to each other, our tongues entwined, our hands gently exploring each other, our heart beats finally slowing. "My God that was the best," I gasped.

Jenny nodded her agreement "You always come that much?" she sighed.

"Sometimes."

"Can I ask for more weird?" she asked as one hand gently caressed my deflating cock.

"Sure, anything for you."

Jenny looked deep into my eyes, "next time I want to feel your cum on my titties."

"That's going to be hot," I answered. She grinned and we kissed again.

After returning to earth we went outside on wobbly legs. The hot night air caressed us as I scooped Jenny up into my arms and I carried her into the pool. In the pool we splashed and played like children, thoughtless of the neighbors who may be watching. We slithered against each other like oiled eels, enjoying the touch of our bodies against each other.

I lifted her out of the water and sat her on the deck where she eagerly spread her legs and I dove into the most delectable pussy I ever tasted. I started with long slow gentle licks from her tight little anus to her clit, lick after lick after lick. She sighed and lay back on the deck and surrendered her pussy to my gently plundering tongue. I gave her clit a few flicks and was rewarded with a shudder, then I changed my tactics. I started kissing and licking her inner thigh, starting near the knee and slowly began making my way closer and closer to her pussy leaving a trail of kisses and licks. Just as I neared her pussy I heard a sharp intake of her breath but I skipped past her pussy and began licking and kissing down her other leg to her knee. 

Back and forth I went, gently kissing, nibbling, licking, sucking her soft tender flesh on her inner thighs, but when I got to her pussy I'd just give it a quick kiss or very gentle lick and move on. I could tell she was getting more and more frustrated each time I skipped over her pussy because she'd groan or whimper each time. Finally as I was about to skip over her pussy one more time she gently grabbed my head and hissed through clenched teeth "Goddamnit! Stop teasing and eat me!"

And eat her I did, I sucked on her clit with gusto while I flicked that nubbin with my tongue I pumped two fingers in and out of her cunt. With my free hand I reached up and began pinching and twisting her nipples while she held my mouth to her pussy and gasped with each flick of my tongue. "Eat me baby... eat me!" she moaned, "Oh yessssss! Don't ever stop!"

I felt her orgasm coming on, her entire body began trembling and her gasps became louder with each one. "Shhhh! The neighbors!" I hissed.

"Fuckem! They're not my neighbors... Ohhhhhh Gooooddd! YES! YES! YES!" With that her back arched up off the deck and she came. Her ass shook and her breasts wobbled delightfully as her entire body went into convulsions. I had trouble keeping my mouth on her pussy but I continued to massage her clit with my tongue as she shook and screeched her release into the night.

"Oh my GOD!" she sang out and her juices flooded my mouth. Her hands held my head immobile, keeping my mouth tight to her pussy and I started gently tongue fucking her as her orgasm took control of her body. As she showed sign of her orgasm beginning to slack off I stood up in the pool and lined up my cock with her wet pussy. I paused for a moment then pushed my rampant cock into her pussy in one long steady thrust. Her eyes rolled back into her head and she groaned as her orgasm renewed.

I wanted to savor the tight wet warmth of her pussy but it was impossible. My hips began thrusting of their own volition and I began driving my throbbing cock in and out of Jenny's wet clutching pussy as hard and as fast as I could. Her eyes bugged wide open as I drove into her over and over and she began chanting "Fuck me... fuck me... fuck meeeeee!" in time with my thrusts.

Jenny's delightful breasts began wobbling in time with my cock as I plunged into her depths over and over, her nipples describing circles as her body absorbed my hammering thrusts. Her tight pussy practically gnawed on my cock, I could feel her muscles contracting and squeezing my cock as waves of pleasure shot through her body. "Oh God... not againnnnn!" she groaned and hooked her heels on my ass and began urging me to fuck her harder and harder. 

I slammed into her hard and recklessly, the sound of our wet flesh slapping together filled the night, the light from the pool danced on the walls of the house and stockade fence as our churning agitated the water. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" she cried as I drilled into her over and over. Again her back arched and her body began to convulse as she came. Her mouth opened to scream but no sound came out, her eyes rolled back in her head and her legs clamped me tight into her. I tried to continue to thrust but she held me too tight, her pussy clamped down on my cock with a force I've never felt before.

She finally put her hands on my chest and panting gasped "Hold on... I need a break..."

"A break?" I asked incredulously as her delightful pussy twitched around my nestled cock. "For what?"

"So I can do... this!" she giggled as she suddenly scooted back and scrambled away. In a flash I was out of the pool and closing on her as she rolled over on her hands and knees and began to scamper across the deck.

She didn't get far, I caught her by the hips as she scrambled onto an air mattress that she inflated earlier in the day when I was vacuuming the pool. I dropped to my knees and jabbed my throbbing, twitching cock at her opening while holding her hips tight. "I'll scream for help," she gasped as the head of my cock found her pussy and I began to push. "I'll scream loud," she threatened again as the head of my cock began to enter her.

"We don't need any help," I hissed as my cock sank into her buttery smooth depths. She pushed back in agreement and soon her taught asscheeks were pressed against my groin and my balls pressed against her clit. 

She lowered her head to her folded arms in supplication and moaned softly as I began to ease my cock out. Looking down I could see her pussy lips stretched tightly around my shaft which glistened with her moisture. I eased back until only the head remained in her heavenly warmth, then ever so slowly I pushed my cock back in as the need to bury myself in her depths became over whelming. I could feel her shudder and a delighted little moan escaped her lips as I slid deeper and deeper in, the delightful wet friction of her tight pussy against my iron hard cock making fireworks go off behind my eyeballs.

I pushed in until I could feel her ass press against me and I felt her cervix against the probing head of my cock. She gasped in pain and jerked forward a bit and I eased back a little. I took a few moments to admire her sculpted hourglass figure, the smooth flawless skin of her back, the womanly flare of her hips and her tight ass as it pressed against my groin. And then I began to fuck.

I held her hips tight and began driving my cock in and out of her wet, clutching pussy. I pounded her hard and fast, our bodies slapping together in the warm evening air. Then I took her slowly, my cock easing in and out with deliberate slowness making her groan and croon as I stretched her open over and over. I reveled in the hot wet friction that engulfed my pole with each agonizingly slow plunge into her molten core. Then again I began thrusting franticly, my cock banging her cervix on occasion causing her whimpers of lust to change into little yelps of pain.

Normally if my partner made a sound like that I'd stop and make sure I didn't harm her, but this time I couldn't. I was a slave to my insane desire to fuck this beautiful creature as hard and as fast as I could. My hips slammed into her ass over and over, my cock plunging and retreating, then thrusting into her continuously, claiming her cunt as mine. Jenny was responding with gasps and cries and soon she was slamming her ass back to me, meeting my thrusts and swallowing my cock whole with that clutching, twitching pussy of hers. If she came I'd never know - I was so into taking my own pleasure that I only realized her pussy was there to be taken. And take her I did.

My head started swimming and my cock tingling as my balls tightened. "I'm going to come," I grunted as I slammed into her. 

Jenny's only response was to push back against me and gasp "Give it to me." And give it to her I did. I felt an explosion happen in my head and my groin as my cock exploded in her pussy. I fired shot after shot of hot sperm into her womb as multiple waves of indescribable release washed over me. I slumped back on to my heels gasping, my cock still shooting into her as she eased back, keeping my spitting cock deep in her pussy.

I leaned forward and wrapped my arm around her we slumped to our side, gasping and shuddering. "Is it going to be like that every time?" she whispered as my shrinking cock slowly eased out of her exhausted pussy.

"Yes." I whispered into her ear with a little kiss on her neck.

"Mmmm, I like the way you lie," she moaned. We both knew a performance like that would be hard to reproduce, but we also knew we'd be giving it our best to do just that. And with that we fell asleep in each other arms.

A few hours later I woke up and found that Jenny had stolen the entire blanket. I grabbed the corner of it and pulled some over me then went back to sleep.

A while later I woke again and thought 'Blanket?' I opened my eyes to the warm morning sun and saw Linda seated at the patio table sipping coffee and looking at us with a big grin. "So! We come home a day early and find my house invaded with love birds!" she laughed. 

"Shut up," groaned Jenny and she pulled the blanket over her head. 

I sat up and Linda offered me a cup of coffee. I blearily shook the sleep out of my head while Jenny snuggled against me under the blanket, her head in my lap.

"Why'd you come home early?" I asked as the coffee began to do its magic. However the feel of Jenny's inquisitive little tongue taking gentle licks on my cock woke me up even quicker.

Ignoring my question Linda grinned. "Good coffee?"

"We taste good together," said Jenny softly between licks. If Linda had heard her she didn't show it.

"Ummmm, yeah, good coffee." I tried to arrange the blanket to cover Jenny's cute little butt which was peeking out the side. "This is kind of embarrassing," I began.

"From what Ken and I saw you guys have nothing to be embarrassed about," she replied with an evil grin. "Wanna see the video we took?"

"Yeah!" chimed Jenny from under the blanket.

I excused myself and pulled the blanket over my head, pulled Jenny's face to mine and gave her a long warm good morning kiss. It was the start of a beautiful friendship.