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More Than Friends

By: MydnytRayn



The phone rang several times before Kat decided to answer it. Fumbling on the nightstand as she sleepily searched for the phone, almost knocking the lamp on the floor.

"This better be important." she said, her voice thick with sleep.

"And good morning to you, too."

"I should have known it was you calling me this early." she yawned, stretching out.

"True. Who else would call you're evil ass this early but me." he laughed.

"Fuck you Tony." she laughed, kicking the comforter off.

"Promises, promises cutie."

"Anyways, wassup shawty?" she asked, walking to the bathroom.

"Nuttin much, just chillin. Just wanted to know what you got planned for the day?"

"Well, I'm supposed to go out with Angie, but lately she been blowing me off." she said, flushing the toliet.

"Well if she cancels again, you wanna kick it with me?"

"Why not, don't have anything else to do. Gimme a call around two and I'll let you know."

"Aight cutie. Peace."

"One." she said hanging the phone up.

Tony was Kat's best friend. He was the only guy she felt remotely connected to, not to mention mildly attracted to. But being a lesbian didn't really leave too much room for guys in her life. She didn't believe in being bisexual, you either played on one team or the other, never both. Besides, she had never been with a guy, so she wasn't really missing too much.

Standing under the lukewarm shower, letting the beads of water cascade down her curvacous body. Her dark brown nipples hardened from the spray of water. As she washed her skin with sandalwood soap, she began to think oddly enough about Tony. Not even a minute passed by before her body was responding to the mere thought of his name. Her fingers slipped against her soapy labia, feeling her erect clit. 

"Dammit Angie, where are you?" she hissed under her breath, snatching her hand away. Lately her girlfriend had been withdrawn, emotionally and physically. Seemed like every time Kat tried to get intimate with her, Angie immediately shut her down. Frustrated, she stepped out of the shower, wrapping herself up in a big fluffy towel. Angrily she dialed Angie's number. She wasn't prepared for what happened next.

"Hello?" an unfamilar female voice asked.

"Hello? Can I speak to Angie."

"Um, um, who's this?"

"This is Mandy, I work with her, who am I speaking with?" Kat lied. She was getting a bad feeling about this.

"Oh, this is Deja, Angie's girlfriend. She's in the shower right now, is there a message?"

"Oh, no message. I'll call her back later. Thanks." she said, slowly cradling the receiver on the base. Fighting back tears, Kat quickly dressed in a pair of sweatpants, a t-shirt and timberland boots. Donning a baseball cap, she hopped in her car and sped off to Angie's apartment.

Ten minutes later, Kat was knocking on the door.

"Um, K-Kat what are you doing here?" Angie nervously asked.

"What do you mean? Can't I visit my girlfriend? I mean, you are my girlfriend, right?" Kat asked sarcastically.

"Yeah Kat, I'm your girlfriend. Just surprised to see you, that's all." she said, nervously shifting from one foot to another.

"Well, aren't you gonna let me in?" Kat asked, pushing Angie aside.

"Wait a minute...Kat!" she yelled after her, but it was too late. Kat's feet were rooted to the ground. Sprawled out nude on Angie's couch was Deja.

"Oh my God! Kat I am so sorry!" Deja cried, jumping up from the couch, covering herself with a throw rug.

"You fucking bitch! You knew that me and Angie were dating! And you you goddamn cunt, how could you do this to me?!" Kat shouted, slapping Angie across the face.

"Kat I'm sorry. I was gonna tell you." Angie cried, holding her cheek.

"When? You fucking liar! I don't ever want to see either of you again. If you come over, I swear on everything that I am that I will fucking bash your face in. Do you both understand?" Kat said, through clenched teeth as she walked out, slamming the door behind her.

The phone rang almost seven times before Kat picked it up.

"Yes?"

"Hey cutie, what's poppin?"

"Oh, hey Tony. Wassup?" she asked, her voice sounding flat.

"Kat you aight?" Tony asked, his voice full of concern.

"I'm cool. No that's a lie. Tony, I'm fucked up. Can you come over please?" she asked, her voice cracking.

"Boo, I'm on my way."

Twenty minute later, Tony was sprinting up Kat's front steps. Testing the doorknob, he realized she left it unlocked for him.

"Kat? Kat?" he called out for her.

"In here Tony."

He walked inside, seeing her sitting at her dining room table, slumped over. In one hand she had a half empty glass, in the other was a bottle of Absolut.

"Yo shawty, what happened?" he asked, taking the bottle from her hand, replacing it with his.

"A-Angie..." she trailed off.

"What's wrong with Angie?"

"She cheated on me Tony. That bitch cheated on me with Deja."

"Deja?" He jerked away from Kat like she threw ice water on him.

"Yeah, Deja."

Tony sat back in the chair, his face a mask of shock and disbelief. Deja was his girlfriend!

"You can't mean my Deja. Are you sure?" he finally managed to say.

"Boo, does your Deja have a tattoo of a black rose right above her pussy?"

Tony's jaw dropped. There was no way that Kat could have know about that tattoo. Deja had just got it a few days ago, no one knew about it except for him and of course Deja.

Kat picked the bottle up and gave it to Tony, who took a healthy swig. Before he could say anything the phone rang.

"Let the machine get it Kat." Kat clicked her machine on just in time to catch the call.

"Congratulations, You've reached my machine. Leave a message and if you're lucky, I'll call you back. One. 'BEEP'"

"Kat, it's me Deja. I know how you're feeling right now and I'm the last person to be calling you right now, let alone asking for a favor. But, I-I need you to keep it on the DL about me and Angie. Let me talk to Tony, he don't need to hear it from you. Thanks." Tony's hand shot out and grabbed the phone.

"Deja! Deja!"

"Oh shit, Tony! Oh my God, baby listen, listen, please baby listen. I know I fucked up, but I love you and I'm so sorry." Deja sobbed.

"You slimy ass trick! It wasn't enough that you fucked me over, but you go and fuck Kat over too. Then you have the fucking nerve to ask her to keep it on the DL. I swear you a dumb ass biatch! You know me and Kat are dawgs and you go and do this shit. Ay yo, fuck you bitch!" Tony spat, slamming the phone down, unplugging the cord.

"Ay shawty, get dressed. Me and you getting out of here for a minute."

"Um Tony, I don't feel too good..." she groaned, clutching her stomach. He quickly scooped her body in his arms and rushed her to the bathroom, where she promptly threw up. Tony simply held her hair back, stroking her back as her body shook from the dry heaves. Handing her a cold washcloth, Tony went into the kitchen and got her a cold glass of water.

"Thanks boo." she said between coughs and sips of water.

"It's just you and me now shawty. Gotta take care of my dawg." he said, stroking her hair.

"No doubt. Momma always said a dawg is your friend for life." 

Tony slipped down on the floor and hugged Kat tight. She couldn't believe that she was feeling his tears drip down on her shoulder. What's more, she couldn't believe that she was getting turned on by them, let alone him. She abruptly broke the embrace.

"Tony, let me get cleaned up and dressed so we can go out." she said softly, reaching into the tub, turning on the shower.

"Um, aight. I'll be in the livingroom." he said, as he left the bathroom. His face was covered the raw emotions of confusion and lust. Something happened between him and Kat, something he couldn't quite explain. He always had feelings for Kat, ever since he first met her. He tried once to get romantic with her until she told him she was gay, then they ended up becoming the best of friends. But the feelings never truly went away. He respected her sexual preference and never once crossed the line again. 

Kat stood under the shower, crying softly. Not so much about her girlfriend cheating on her, but more from the confusion she was feeling. Never before had she felt such strong sexual desires for a man like she was feeling for Tony. She wasn't attracted to men for crying out loud, yet all she wanted right now was for Tony to crush her with his manliness. Shaking her head, she quickly stepped out of the shower. Peeking out the bathroom door, she saw Tony sitting on the sofa with his eyes close, listening to slow music. Holding onto the towel for dear life, she ran into her room. Tony smiled to himself, watching her from the corner of his eye. He felt his body tingle from the mere sight of her body bouncing as she ran. He could faintly make out the shape of her full breasts, her wide hips and shapely legs. Soon as the bedroom door shut, he jumped up and ran to the kitchen, grabbing the ice water from the refrigerator, quickly downing three glasses back to back.

"Ready?" Tony choked on his fourth glass of water when he turned around. Standing in the middle of the room was Kat. She was wearing a black halter top and white hip hugger pants that flaired out at the ankles and black leather ankle boots. Her dark brown hair was pulled back in ponytail.

"Damn Kat, you look bangin shawty." 

"Thanks Tony. Where we heading anyway?" she asked, licking her lips nervously. 

"I wanted to go riding on my bike, but you look to good to get all dirty on my bike."

"No problem. Gimme a sec and let me change real quick." He wanted to tell her that she didn't have to change, but she was already in her room. About ten minutes later, she emerged wearing the same top, but this time she was wearing tight denim cutoffs that came about almost mid-thigh and her brown Timberlands. She still looked good to Tony. 

Hopping into her car, they drove back to Tony's house. Parking her car in his garage, he pushed his black and silver Kamikaze motorcycle out to the curb. Tossing her a helmet, he put his on and revved the engine. Kat jumped on the back of the motorcycle, wrapping her arms around his waist.

For hours they rode on the motorcycle. Down winding streets and sharp curves, making Kat hold Tony tighter. The constant contact was driving Kat crazy. She was getting more aroused by the minute. All she kept thinking was, "I'm gay. I can't be attracted to Tony. I'm just on the rebound from getting cheated on."

Tony purposely drove down the winding streets full of endless turns so that he could feel Kat's body close to his. He knew she was gay, but damned if his body cared. It was getting harder and harder to concentrate on the road. All Tony wanted to do was pull the bike over, turn around and kiss Kat until she couldn't breath. But he knew if he did, things would be ruined between them and he didn't want to risk losing his best friend over sex. He knew that his feelings for her was more than sexual, but damned if he knew how she felt about him.

They got back to Tony's house and parked the motorcycle in the garage. Kat tossed him her helmet and practically ran to her car. She couldn't look at Tony. Her face was flush with desire, if her skin were a shade or two lighter, she was positive that she would be blushing a bright shade of red. Thankfully, her deep brown complexion didn't reveal too much. Tony couldn't figure out what was wrong with Kat. Although he was beginning to think that she probably was upset about the bike ride. He knew she didn't like getting too close with men sometimes and the motorcycle ride brought her closer to him than before. 

"You riding back to my crib or you staying at home?" she finally asked, breaking the silence.

"You want company?"

"Fa sho shawty, don't want to be by myself. I might end up getting fucked up and go over to Angie's and kickin the shit out her." she laughed.

"You too much, you know that." he laughed, getting in the car.

The rest of the ride was in silence. Kat had gotten more control over her hormones, but was paranoid as hell that he could smell the wetness seeping through her thin panties. Tony on the other hand, kept berating himself over the motorcycle ride.

Once inside the house, Kat kicked her shoes off and rushed into her room. 

"Dammit. I knew I pushed too far." he mumbled under his breath. A few minutes later, Kat came out her room wearing a cotton tank dress. Picking up her stereo remote, she clicked on the CD player. The sounds of thunderstorms filled the room. The sounds of rolling thunder and continuous rain was calming and soothing, not to mention sensual. Tony sat uneasily on the sofa, watching Kat. He could see her nipples poking out through the cotton material. So lost in thought, he didn't see Kat standing in front of him, holding two ice cold Coronas with lemon slices wedged inside the thin bottle neck.

"Thirsty?"

"Hell yeah." he said, grabbing the bottle. Kat sat on the opposite end of the sofa, tucking her legs under her dress. They sat in silence, drinking their beers, listening to the thunderstorm. Tony patted his lap and Kat stretched her legs out on his lap. He slowly began stroking and massaging her calves.

"What are you thinking about Kat?" he asked softly. Kat stared at him for a few minutes before she answered him.

"You really want to know?"

"Wouldn't have asked if I didn't."

"I was wondering what it would be like to kiss a man, more specifically, I was wondering what it would be like to kiss you." she whispered, moving close to him. Saying that he was surprised would be an understatement. 

"You want to kiss me?" he asked, stunned.

"Don't you want to kiss me?" she asked, her voice sounding almost childlike. He didn't say a word. He simply took her face in his trembling hands and gently kissed her lips. It felt like a bolt of electricity shot between their lips. Before they realized it, one kiss turned into two. Tony pulled Kat on his lap, while he passionately kissed her. His hands caressing her body, gently cupping her breasts, stopping only when she brought her hands up over his letting him know that he was going to fast. But her hands rarely stopped him as he explored her body. Kat was lost in a sea of mixed emotions. On one hand, she was on fire and on the other, she was so confused. She knew as a teenager that she was interested solely in women, but she never allowed herself to even consider the notion of being sexual attracted to men. Right now, her body wanted to be possessed by Tony, but her mind was doing a fine job of keeping her from fully enjoying these new sensations. Tony slipped his hand down her stomach and slowly pulled her dress up, cupping the moist crotch of her panties. Feeling his hand against her sex, Kat shot up, stumbling off his lap. Without saying a word, she clicked the CD off and ran into her room.

"Shit" Tony swore, running his fingers against his patterned braided hair. His erection was painfully pressing against his jeans. He debated for a few minutes on whether or not to go after her. His rock hard sex was telling him to go in there and satisfy his hunger, but his mind and heart told him to gracefully leave. Going with the latter of the two. Tony stood up, bending over to straighten his pants, trying vainly to hide his bulging organ.

"Tony" When he looked up, he could have died a happy man. Kat stood there, naked. Her deep brown nipples were painfully tight, her breasts heaving nervously. He could see her arousal, trickling down her thighs, making her black curls shimmer. She had taken her ponytail out and her dark brown hair falling to her shoulders, framing her face. He tore his eyes from her body and looked deep in her almost cat shaped ebony eyes. He could see the desire burning there, but he could also see the uncertainty there as well. He walked over to her, hugging her body close to his, pressing her erection into her thigh.

"Are you sure you want to do this, Katherine?" he whispered, calling her by her full name. The only time he called her that was when he was dead serious.

"Anthony, I'm scared, but I want you. I don't know why, but I know I do." 

"Katherine, just promise me that no matter what, we still gonna be dawgs."

"Fa sho shawty."

Hearing that, he scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the bed. Laying her down in the middle bed, he kissed her deeply one last time, before standing at the foot of the bed. Slowly he began to strip, one article of clothing at a time, showing Kat a nude man for the first time. Kat sharply inhaled, taking a deep breath of his masculine scent as she watched in utter fascination as he stripped. Licking her lips, she felt as if someone had lit a match and set her aflame. 

Her eyes devoured his chocolate body, the slight paunch of his stomach, his nipples that resembled Hershey kisses, his strong arms. But her eyes nearly popped out her skull when he took off his pants. His erection leapt from his boxers, the size scared her. It was almost as long as her forearm and twice as thick. She vaguely remembered the strap-on that she used on Angie and how she thought that it was huge, but it was minute compared to Tony. 

Tony climbed on the bed, laying on top of her, his throbbing erection pressed against her thigh. He resumed kissing her, knowing that the kisses were soothing her. He moved his mouth down her body. Capturing her nipples between his teeth, causing her to arch her back, moaning softly as his tongue danced around the hard nubs. Kat gripped her pillow as his mouth moved further down her body, kissing her navel, traveling between her thighs. 

Repositioning himself between her legs, he kissed the very top of her slit, making Kat bounce against the bed. Pressing his hand on her stomach, he parted her slick labia with his finger, sliding his tongue inside her sweet flesh. Drawing her inner labia into his mouth, gently biting on them, sliding his tongue against the base of her clit, teasing the source of her pleasure. Kat grabbed the back of his head in pure frustration, wanting him to suck on her clit. Tony felt her hand, but purposely ignored her, continuing with his teasing.

"Tony", she growled.

"Yeah Kat" he asked, leaning up slightly, flicking the tip of his tongue lightly against her clit.

"Tony, please stop teasing me." she whimpered.

"Naw, dawg,no crying shawty. You want something, you know how to ask." he hissed, blowing against her clit. She knew from past conversations with him that he liked for his partners to get down right vulgar and use lots of obscenities. She was more than happy to go with the flow. Grabbing the back of his head tighter, pushing his face deeper in her soaking pussy.

"Muthafucka you better lick my goddamn clit and make me cum in your fucking mouth!" she growled.

Hearing her voice, saying the things that he only imagined her saying, made him attack her clit like a man possessed. Before Kat knew it, she was cumming harder than she had in awhile.

"OH FUCKKKKK I'MM CUMMMINNNGGGGGG!" she shouted, bucking her hips against Tony's tongue as he lapped up the gush of cum flowing from her. She laid there, panting, trembling and in shock. Never in her wildest dreams could she have imagined a man making her have that strong of an orgasm. Tony rested his head on her stomach, looking up at her, smiling.

"Good?" She nodded her head, unable to speak.

"Katherine look at me." he waited until she lifted her head up and met his eyes, "Katherine will you let me make love to you?" She smiled at him, mouthing the word "yes". Moving up, kissing her lips, letting her taste herself on his lips, he slowly began to work his dick inside of her. He began to frown as he met with much resistance. He looked at her face,contorted in a mixture of pleasure and pain. 

"T-Tony..please don't hurt me...." she whispered, clutching him tight. And that's when it dawned on him. Kat was a virgin!


More Than Friends



"Katherine, open your eyes and look at me. Are you a virgin?" Her eyes spoke volumes. "Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Tony I don't want anyone else to take my virginity but you."

"It won't hurt but a minute. I promise." he assured her, rubbing his head against her clit, making her pussy get even wetter. He slowly inched his dick inside her tight flesh until the tip was pressed against her hymen. Gathering her in his arms, he kissed her lips.

"Katherine, look at me," he whispered, "I love you Katherine." he moaned as he thrust inside her, piercing her virginal barrier.

"OOOHHHH GOOODDDDD TONNNNNNNNYYYYYYY!" she screamed, digging her nails in his back as the pain shot through her body. He waited a minute or two before pulling out, leaving the head in. Seeing her body relax, he began to methodically stroke inside her tight pussy. He knew that this was the woman he was meant to be with. He was her first and wanted to be her only. He could feel her muscles clutch his dick as it moved in and out. Kat could feel a monsterous orgasm building deep within her very soul. She wrapped her legs around his waist, raising her hips, matching his strokes. She could feel his dick swelling inside of her, getting bigger, rubbing against the walls of her pussy, bringing her closer and closer to the brink of a long awaited orgasm.

"T-T-Tony...I-I-I'mmm gonna c-c-cummm!" she stuttered.

"Oh baby so am I! Oh God..oh God..oh God...Kat...Kat...I-I-I'MMM CUMMMMINNNGGGGGG!!!" he howled, thrusting faster and faster inside of her, triggering her own orgasm. The windows began to rattle from their combined screams. Tony's sweaty body clung to Kat's as they laid on the damp sheets. Rolling over to his side, still joined at the sex, he kissed Kat.

"Did you mean what you said Tony?"

"Kat have I ever called you Katherine and not mean whatever I said?"

"True, but I wanted to hear it again and make sure."

"I love you Katherine. Always have, always will." he said, looking deep in her eyes, searching. She simply looked at him, saying nothing.

"Well, Kat? How do you feel about me?"

"I think that I'm switching teams." she giggled.

"Why, because now that you got a taste of dick, you want more?" he angrily asked, moving off the bed, standing.

"Look shawty, calm down. I ain't say nothing like that."

"Yeah, but you ain't sayin much of anything." he said, pacing the floor. silently cursing himself for putting his emotions out there like that.

Kat watched him, wondering how much longer she could keep from smiling. She loved him, she just wanted to see him get mad.

"Tony you gonna fuck up my rug pacing like that."

"Ay Kat, fuck your rug!" he said, roughly pulling his boxers up, walking out the room. Giggling, she wrapped her sheet around her nude body and followed him into the kitchen. Standing there in his boxers, drinking a glass of orange juice.

"Ay Kat, I don't need anymore mind games today. I'm sorry for putting that out there like that. Forget that I said anything, aight?" He looked like he was on the verge of tears. This was more than she could take.

"Anthony I love you." she said quietly. He choked on his juice.

"W-What?" he sputtered.

"You heard me dawg. I said I love your punk ass!" she laughed.

"You just had to fuck with a brother,didn't you?" he laughed.

"Wouldn't be me if I didn't."

"Yeah, well now that's not good enough. I wanna hear you scream my name and tell me you love me." he said, advancing towards her.

"Well that ain't gonna happen, dawg." she said backing away from him. He chased after her, tackling her on the sofa. He passionately kissed her squealing lips as he ripped the sheet off her naked body. Then he proceeded to claim her body in a multitude of ways, making his scream his name over and over again. 

Nine months later....

"You son-of-a-bitch! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!" Kat screamed.

"Boo you gotta push, breath baby, breath!" Tony coached.

"OH GOD! FUCK YOU TONY! I AM GONNA KILL YOU FOR THIS!!!" she screamed as she pushed the baby one final time.

"It's a boy! It's a beautiful baby boy!" the nurse shouted.

"DOCTOR! DOCTOR! I NEED TO PUSH!"

"Mrs. Bell, that's not possible, the baby is out. The afterbirth shouldn't be causing this much pain."

"IT'S NOT AFTERBIRTH!" Kat howled, pushing again. True enough, it wasn't afterbirth, it was another head! Several minutes later, and several grueling pushes, another baby emerged.

"It's a girl! It's a beautiful baby girl!"

"Congratulations! It's twins!"

"Anthony I love you!" she screamed as tears streamed down her face.

"Didn't I tell you I would make you scream that one day?" he joked, kissing her forehead.

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More Than Friends



Thanks to Lady Christabel for editing the story.

We had been friends since High School. We met when she was sixteen and I was seventeen. We've remained best friends for six years now. We never even talked about having anything more than friendship. She is a gorgeous woman; short, about 160cm and very slim, nice firm tits, and what I like the most a nice flat stomach. Myself, I'm 197 cm and muscular. We both have brown hair and eyes. These days, we both study at the same University, approximately sixty miles from our hometown and live in the same apartment.

Everything started when I began wearing thongs occasionally. I'm not a shy man, so I walked in them around the house mornings or before we went to bed. On the other hand, she is rather shy. Sometimes, I could catch a glimpse of her wearing only underwear, usually a thong. One morning, I went to the bathroom to take a shower and shave my dick and my chest. When I came back, wearing only my thong, she was still laying in her bed. I went into her room to get her bed out of bed. She turned over and had a nice smile on her face.

"You shave your chest." She said.

"Sure, I told you that." I replied.

"Do you shave anything else?" She asked with a sly smile on her face.

"Yes, everything."

"I'd like to see that," she said and raised herself on her elbows.

She ran her hand up my leg, over my crotch and up to my nipple. I was already almost completely hard; and since she was playing with my nipple, I got harder and harder. I thought, 'What the heck, go with it,' so I lowered my head and kissed her lips. It began as a soft kiss, but soon became a passionate kiss. Our tongues played and fought with each other. My hand cupped her face and slowly slid to her left breast, my hand over her pyjama top. She had the nicest breasts I have ever had in my hand, not large but firm. Her hand slipped from my nipple, down to my waist. In a smooth, quick movement, she slid my thong down and my full eight-inch length sprang out.

She brushed her hand over my dick, to my freshly shaved balls and my first moan escaped. The second moan erupted when her hand glided around to my ass and she nicely massaged my hole. She broke our kiss and moved down my body. Her tongue grazed my neck, over my right nipple and down to my dick. She looked at my cock a couple of seconds then licked it. Her tongue traced down my shaft and took one of my balls in her mouth. She swirled it around, sucking and licking it. She stroked my rock-hard dick with one hand and massaged my ass with the other. I moaned aloud when her mouth left my balls and moved to my dick. In one long deep-throated stroke, she took my entire length in her mouth. I thought I would cum at that very second.

I started to slide off her pyjama top; I wanted to caress her naked breasts. However, I couldn't get it past her neck, because she was slowly sucking on my dick. Although her top wasn't completely removed, her breasts were still naked. I massaged her breasts and nipples with my fingers, occasionally pinching a nipple and hearing her moans of pleasure. Her excitement grew and she sucked my dick more energetically and moaned a couple of times. The vibrations in her throat sent me over the edge. I started cumming in her mouth. Loudly, I shouted my pleasure as she swallowed every drop of cum. She drank it as though she would die if she missed a drop. Then, she looked at me and smiled. I wanted to taste myself in her mouth, so I bent down and kissed her, both tasting my cum in each other's mouths. "Well, this was a surprise," I said when we broke the kiss for a moment.

"I've wanted this for a long time, so fuck me." With that, she grabbed me and pulled me on top of her. She began kissing me, but I wanted to taste her. I broke the kiss and first licked her ear, then kissed her eyes. My tongue left a path of saliva, as I tasted her skin all the way to her breasts. I took one nipple in my mouth and fondled the other with my fingers. She writhed under me, moaning. I wanted to feel her wet pussy, so I kissed down her body with my tongue. My lips grazed across her beautiful flat stomach and smooth skin, down to her waist. I pulled down her pyjama bottoms, but left the white thong she was wearing. I pulled down her pyjama bottom, my lips remained on her; so, I kissed her inner thighs and down to her ankles.

I was at her feet, looked up and saw the most beautiful view of my life. She lay naked wearing only her panties and waiting for me. My mouth went straight to the wet spot I saw on her panties. I licked her pussy through the cotton material and could taste her; her taste was like honey. I quickly pulled off her panties and licked her pussy again; I was thirsty for her juice as if I hadn't drank anything for a month. My mouth left her for only a moment as I bent her legs; her feet almost touched her head. This gave me full access to her nice ass, so swirled my tongue around it. Then, my tongue dipped into her wet pussy and to her clit. I took her clit into my mouth and tasted her. Enjoying her moaning, I returned to her ass, licking and tonguing it. 

I licked her pucker, until she became accustomed to the feeling and relaxed her sphincter. I pushed a finger into her wet cunt; and in that moment, she relaxed. My tongue drove into her ass; a second later she was screaming. She came so hard my face was covered in her cum. I moved to her lips and kissed her passionately, sharing her taste.



More Than Friends



I studied Jacob's brown eyes as he spoke with such enthusiasm that Monday afternoon. He was trying to figure out what to get his girlfriend Leslie, for Christmas. Don't get me wrong, Leslie was nice, could be a bit controlling at times but she was sweet, pretty and nothing like me. 

See, Jacob and I have known each other since we were in diapers. We lived next door to each other on Mount View Dr. and have been friends, best friends for years. Jacob and I were not pretty children growing up. He was tall, very skinny with freckles and messy brown hair. He wore braces from age 12 to age 15 as so did I. I too was a skinny and a tomboy with no curves whatsoever. My red hair would always be tied back in a ponytail or underneath a baseball cap. Jacob and I were more like brother and sister than friends. He practically lived in my house. My mother used to have to tell him to go home because otherwise, he'd stay all night if he could, which I didn't mind. He was funny, sweet and so interesting. 

As the years went by, I began to realize that the friendly feelings I had for Jacob were not so friendly anymore. It was as if my heart would race every time I saw him. My knees got weak and my mouth went dry. He'd grown up but I felt as if I were that little girl who hadn't grown up. 

Jacob was a lot taller than me, but he wasn't so skinny anymore. He'd gotten into playing soccer sophomore year in high school and developed quite a nice body with muscles and a nice tight stomach. He gained some weight, which wasn't a bad thing; it only made him look better and so sexy!

I on the other hand, had developed a few curves and wore my hair shoulder length. I was what one would call average looking, nothing compared to Leslie. I was a meek girl who only hung out with guys. Jacob was my best friend even in college. He and I lived together throughout college and finally being seniors I knew we'd have to separate soon. I couldn't bare the thought of it but I had to come to terms with reality. 

Nothing had ever separated Jacob and I. He'd had a few girlfriends in the past, but it was nothing special. I had a few boyfriends as well but being around other guys wasn't the same as when I was with Jacob. I could always be myself around him without having him think I was strange. 

Everything changed when Jacob met Leslie though. She seemed to have swept his heart away and it felt as if everyday I spent less time with him. We still lived together in a two-bedroom apartment near the college campus, but he spent most of his nights at Leslie's apartment.

I missed Jacob and how he used to be around all the time, but I had to get over it. Jacob could never love me the way I loved him. He was so into Leslie, I could see it in his eyes. Now he was going to throw a Christmas party at our apartment, since neither of us could afford to go home for Christmas. I'd have to go through another torturous night of seeing them together. 

"Ok so we got the drinks, the food, now I need to make sure you don't have any plans for that night Kate."

I looked at him sipping on my cappuccino. "Of course not. You know I don't have a life."

He scoffed. "Whatever. I know you were getting chummy with Jimmy Sayers."

I almost spit out my drink. "No way! He's such a jerk to girls. You know he's not my type."

Jacob shrugged. "Yeah ok, whatever. Anyway, you need to be at the apartment at least by three on Friday.

I nodded. "Yeah, yeah. I got it. I'm not stupid."

"I never said you were," Jacob said sweetly and kissed my cheek sending shivers all over my body.

"Now, listen, I wanted to get Leslie something special. Something along the...you know...uh...."

I stared at him blankly. "What?"

He blushed and looked down. "Along the kinky side."

I raised a brow. "Kinky? What you have in mind?"

"Well, I don't know. I was hoping you could give me some ideas."

I sighed. "You know I'm not even that kinky myself. You know I'm still a virgin."

He laughed. "Yeah I know and I can't figure out why, but anyway virgins still have kinky thoughts don't you?"

I smiled shyly. "Yeah I guess so. Were you thinking along the lines of a vibrator or dildo?"

Jacob looked shocked. "Whoa! I didn't expect you to say that Kate!"

I giggled feeling my face turning red. "It was just a suggestion."

"Well, vibrators are ok, I don't know about dildos though."

"Why?"

"Because what if I buy one that's bigger than my you know...and she'll enjoy playing with it better than with me?

I laughed. "That's such a myth Jacob. I don't think she'll choose the dildo over you."

"Well you never know now days."

"Hey you know what? I just thought of a great idea! You say you wouldn't mind giving her a dildo right?"

"Yeah?"

"Well you know down at the adult video store they have this thing that they do. They mold your own...cock...and made a dildo out of it. That way you give her the dildo that is really your own size."

His eyes lit up. "Are you serious? That's not such a bad idea, in fact that's a darn good one!"

I placed my hand over his. "She'll appreciate it and plus it'll be a part of you."

We stared into each other's eyes for a long moment before any one of us spoke again. 

* * *

The next day, Jacob forced me to go downtown to the adult video store with him to have his dick molded into a dildo. When we arrived, I almost hesitated to go in. Men that looked like my own father were there scoping out the movies and toys. I saw only one couple in there looking at magazines.

"Come on. You don't have to actually go in the room with me. Just wait for me, please," Jacob begged.

"Can't I wait out here in the car?"

He laughed. "No. Just go in. Who knows, you might find a nice toy for yourself."

"Fine, I'm going in but try to hurry."

Once inside, I browsed the movie sections reading and laughing at some of the titles. Jacob had gone in a room in the back where they did the "art" and came out about an hour later. I had already read almost every movie title and a few magazines.

"It's about time!" I said sternly.

He came out with a big smile on his face and holding a box. "Well, it's done."

My eyes stared at the box. "Can I see?"

He looked embarrassed. "No! It'll be as if you were looking at my cock!"

"Oh, sorry I guess that's reserved for Leslie only."

"Damn right."

"Well, let's go! This place is giving me the creeps."

* * *

The next evening, I almost dreaded not having accepted that date when I was asked out by Mark, a photojournalist major. He was tall, skinny but very sweet. Now I was stuck at home with Jacob and Leslie. They were in his room and I was in mine of course, but I knew sooner or later they would start to have sex and I'd have to either put on my headphones and listen to my mp3 player or turn up the television. 

I was trying to keep myself busy by reading but then I heard the squeaky sound of Jacob's bed. Soon enough, I knew I'd hear Leslie's shrilling moans fill the entire apartment. I stared at my mp3 player wanting to turn it on but then again I wanted to hear them make love. It was the only way I could imagine Jacob was with me. I'd lie back on my bed and close my eyes. I'd drown out Leslie's moans and replace them with mine. Jacob's moans could be heard as well but not as loud. The sound of the squeaking bed made me imagine how hard Jacob was fucking. 

Since I was already lying on my bed, I put my book down and closed my eyes. I reached inside my baggy pajamas and let my finger search for my tight opening. I let it slip inside and moaned quietly. My mind went to a different world where Jacob was on top of me turning me into a woman, popping my cherry. 

I lifted my nightshirt up with my free hand and touched my breasts. My finger slid in and out of my pussy fast. Their moans got louder, and I went faster almost making my own bed squeak. I hear Jacob groan loudly and knew he was cumming. I wish he'd be cumming in me, filling me with his cum. The thought of it, made me reach my own orgasm. I bucked my hips and tried to keep from moaning too loud.

"I love you so much Jacob," I whispered in a shaky voice as I came.

My body tensed up and slowly began to relax. My finger slid out. I was breathing heavily and smiling thinking about Jacob. I brought my finger up to my mouth and inserted it between my lips tasting myself. 

"Mmmm Jacob!" I said quietly.

Later on that night my growling stomach woke me up. I hadn't eaten dinner since I'd fallen asleep after my orgasm. I got up to see what I could find to eat in the kitchen. I turned on the light and found Jacob and Leslie by the refrigerator looking for food.

Jacob turned around and smiled. "Hey Kate, sorry if we woke you."

I stared at Jacobs's almost naked body. He was wearing only a pair of flannel boxers. He was so incredible! 

"N-no. I was just going to get a midnight snack."

Leslie looked at me and giggled. She wore one of Jacob's long t-shirts and nothing else. "Well, you guys don't have much here. We were going to make a sandwich."

I shrugged. "Ah it's ok. I think I'll go back to bed now."

"You can join us if you want. I'll make you a sandwich," Jacob chimed in.

"No, really it's ok. Goodnight you two." I said walking away.

"Goodnight Kate," Leslie answered cheerfully.

I went back to bed angry. Did Leslie know how much I loved Jacob? She probably did. We girls have a way of knowing when another female likes our boyfriend. She knew, she had to know. She had to see the way I would get shy around Jacob or how I would nervously laugh around him. Jacob would find out someday, but until then I'd have to love him in secret.

* * *

Friday night came fast. I was busy all day making sure we had all the food, drinks and guests. Not too many people would be showing up since most of them had gone home for the holidays. I called my parents earlier that day to wish them a Merry Christmas incase I didn't get a chance to call them the next morning. 

I'd made sure to get a lot of alcohol as Jacob has requested. By the time I knew it, it was already eight that night. A few of Jacob and Leslie's friends had shown up. Jacob was at the apartment putting on the music. Once he finished, he came to me to let me know he'd be picking Leslie up.

"Now, I put her present in my nightstand drawer. If I get too drunk give it to her ok? I doubt I'll drink but if I do just know where it's at. It's in a silver box with a red ribbon around it."

"Ok, but you don't drink so why worry about it," I teased.

Jacob rolled his eyes. "Whatever. I'm going to go pick her up and hopefully we can make it until midnight."

"Well be careful. I'll be here."

"Thanks, you're the best," he said and placed a kiss on my cheek. "By the way you look stunning tonight."

I blushed. "Thank you." I had put on my short dark blue velvet dress with black heels and pinned my hair up. I watched him leave and I returned back to the party, alone.

* * *

About 20 minutes later, Jacob walked in with Leslie. Leslie looked so beautiful in her white spaghetti strap dress, which brought out her tanned skin. Her hair was down and curled so nicely. 

"Hey Kate! Glad you helped Jacob make this happen," she said sweetly.

"No problem. You look really pretty by the way," I said politely.

"Oh this old thing? Well anyway, where is the liquor? I need me a drink!"

Jacob laughed and unwrapped his arm from her waist letting her roam. 

"She looks pretty happy," I said watching her search for something to drink.

"She is. She's so great."

I stared at him blankly. "Is everything ok?"

"Y-yeah why do you ask?"

"Just wondering. Now come on let's go party!"

He smiled and we both headed off to mingle with the guests. 

* * *

After three hours, I was feeling tired. I had danced with a few guys and ate lightly. I drank one wine cooler but that was enough for me. My heart went out to Jacob though. I saw Leslie punch drunk dancing with him. She could barely stand. Jacob looked embarrassed but tried to keep dancing with her. 

Most of the guests had left and since it was almost midnight, I figured Jacob would want me to get the present he had for Leslie. He sat Leslie down on the couch and she kept moaning something. 

"What's wrong?" I asked him seeing the worried look on his face.

"She's so drunk, it's awful, but she wants to go home."

"She isn't going to spend the night here?"

"No she insists on going home. Her parents are going to be here tomorrow noon and she wants to be at home."

"Well, go ahead and take her home. Maybe tomorrow you can give her your present?"

"Yeah ok. I might just go ahead and stay with her for the night and leave early tomorrow morning. Just to make sure she's ok."

I sighed. "Fine. We'll I'll clean up tomorrow. Everyone's left already."

"Thanks Kate. Thank you for everything." He put his arms around me and held me. "Merry Christmas by the way. I know it's still 20 til midnight but I might not see you until tomorrow."

"Merry Christmas to you too Jacob," I said softly placing a kiss on his cheek.

"Well, I better take her home." He picked Leslie up and put her arm around his waist as they both struggled to walk to Jacob's car. 

"You want help?"

"Yes could you? It's hell going down the stairs."

"Sure, let me just get my coat."

I rushed to get my jacket. The night was a bit chilly. As I was about to head outside, I could faintly hear Leslie's voice.

"She likes you Jacob. I know she does."

"What are you talking about?" Jacob's voice sounded confused.

"Kate, she likes you a lot. You like her too don't you?"

Jacob laughed. "I like you silly. You're drunk. No stop talking nonsense."

"I'm not! She likes you! I know what I'm telling you!"

I walked outside slowly and looked at Leslie whose eyes were watery. "Ok now let's go."

I helped Jacob with Leslie and watched them leave. I'd miss not spending Christmas Eve with him like we had done in the past years. I had to accept the fact that he found someone in his life and that he and I could never be anything but friends.

* * *

Once inside, I took my jacket off and threw it on the couch. The apartment was such a mess but I didn't care. I was angry that I couldn't have Jacob. I wanted him to be with me! I kicked off my heels and stomped to my room. 

At one moment though, I passed Jacob's room. I stopped and looked. His bed was still not made. I turned on the lights and threw myself on his bed. I could smell him in his sheets. I looked up at the ceiling and felt my eyes water. 

"I love you Jacob," I cried.

Just then, I looked over at his nightstand and my heart pounded. He told me Leslie's present was in the drawer. 

"Stop it Kate. No!" I scolded myself.

I was about to get out of Jacob's bed but then I got weak. Curiosity had taken over me completely. I opened up the wooden drawer and my eyes focused on the silver box with the red ribbon tied around it. 

"Jacob..." I whispered.

I slowly untied the ribbon and opened up the box. I just wanted to look. That's all. When the box was finally open, I gasped. There I was staring at my best friends cock, well sort of. It was so beautiful. I wanted to touch it but was almost afraid.

"Put it back Kate. Just go back to your room and sleep!" I kept telling myself.

I didn't listen to my inner voice though. I got the toy and held it in my hand. I put the box down on the nightstand and just held the toy. I felt every bump and vein that was molded on the toy. 

"This is all you my love," I whispered.

I got the cock and put it between my lips. I wanted to see how it felt in my mouth. I closed my eyes feeling the rubber on my tongue. Suddenly, I felt tears stream down my face. I had never known a love so great as the love I felt for Jacob. He was the man of my dreams, my soul mate. 

Slowly, I moved my tongue around the tip of the cock. I could picture Jacob's face filled with contentment while he grew inside my mouth. It'd been years that I had wanted to please him this way. I moved my lips up and down the cock. I could feel the veins that were professionally molded on it. I struggled to get it all inside my mouth, but once I managed I couldn't believe I was actually doing what I was doing.

I stopped and let the cock slowly slide out between my lips. The entire cock was wet with my warm saliva. I put it down on top of the bed and stood up. I paced the room thinking I was crazy for getting off on a toy that was supposedly my own best friend's cock. 

"This is nuts! Get yourself together Kate!"

I wanted to put the toy back in the box and hoped no one would ever know it had been opened but my desires took over. I loved Jacob with all my heart and this was probably going to be the only chance I had to get a piece of him to remember for the rest of my life. 

My body felt hot and my heart raced. I lifted up my dress and pulled my black panties down letting fall to the floor. I sat on his bed and picked up the wonderful cock. I smiled knowing it was wrong but it felt so right to me. I playfully kissed the head of the cock and slid it down from my lips to my chest and tummy. 

I let my body fall back on his bed and spread my legs wide open. I was so wet and ready. I pulled my dress up over my waist and slid the cock down further. I felt it touch my pussy. My body jolted slightly at the touch of the cock. 

I rubbed it between my legs feeling it spread my pussy lips open. I couldn't help myself but moan. I moved the straps of my dress down and revealed my breasts. It was so hot in the room, but yet my nipples were hard as rocks. 

"Get in me. Make me your woman." I said out loud as if Jacob was on top of me ready to deflower me. 

I moved the cock down a bit more until I had it pointing at my tight opening. I took a deep breath and gradually began inserting the cock inside of me. I closed my eyes tightly trying to get used to something being inside of me. Little by little, my pussy began to swallow up the cock. After little struggle, I finally had all of the cock inside of me. 

I didn't move it in and out at first. I just let it be inside of me, letting my juices get it slick. I opened my eyes and realized that It was almost as if I was losing my virginity to Jacob. 

"Oh my god!" I gasped.

The thought of it set me on fire! I slid the cock in and out very slowly at first. I couldn't believe I was loving this so much! I put my knees up to my chest and moved the cock faster as if it was pounding on my pussy. I closed my eyes again enjoying the wonderful pleasure.

"Fuck me Jacob, fuck me baby!" I moaned.

I kept fucking my pussy faster and faster. I then realized the entire cock was inside of me. I knew no one was in the apartment so I began to moan loudly. With one hand I fucked my pussy and the other hand I reached down and toyed with my swollen clit. I rubbed it hard in a circular motion. 

"Yes! Mmm you feel so good! You're so wonderful Jacob! I love you so much!" 

The words just slipped out of my mouth so naturally as if I was really making love to the love of my life. I imagined him on top of me, making love to me. I could envision his sweaty chest and his soft moans. 

"I'm so close! I'm so close!" I yelped feeling an orgasm begin to rise.

I then could only imagine Jacob's face as he came. Deep down I was hoping for some kind of Christmas miracle that this cock would cum. It would cum as if Jacob would inside of me, filling me with hot gooey sperm that I could carry inside of me.

"I want you so much! Jacob! Oh Jacob!" I screamed loudly.

My body abruptly began to tremble. I tried to scream but it couldn't. I was breathless. Then a beautiful orgasm ripped through my entire body. I moaned loudly cumming so violently on the cock. 

It seemed like forever until I felt my body relax. The cock stayed in me for a few minutes until I released it from my pussy. I giggled and moved the cock back up to my mouth. I licked my juices off and held the cock as if I were hugging a teddy bear. 




More Than Friends



"Mmm I lost my virginity to you sweetheart. I love you Jacob." I said with a big smile on my face. 

I would have time to clean the toy off and put it safely back in the box and no one would ever find out I fucked it. I raised my body up and felt my heart sink. There stood Jacob by the door rubbing his cock over his pants. His eyes were focused on me as I held the toy in my hand. 

"That was so...beautiful. I love you too Kate," he said quietly and walked into the room.

Everything seemed like a dream at that moment. He'd seen it all. He saw me lose my virginity to the toy that was molded from his cock. That night though, he took care of me the right way. He made love to me and from that night on, we were more than just friends.



More Than Friends



I've always thought that I was totally in control of my life. And that any plan I made would come through, no matter who it involved. What I didn't count on was the fact that Andy was bigger and stronger than me.

He was wearing jeans, a white t-shirt and trainers that evening after the game, and I don't think I'd seen him look hotter. Didn't stop us arguing…"Ok, ok! I owe you one!" Andy joked, laughing and shaking his head. "I didn't mean to miss your birthday, but I'll make it up to you, ok?"

"You owe me one?" I queried arching an eyebrow at him. "I think babe, you owe me a bit more than that!" He shook his head again and turned away from me. I sauntered over to my car, and watched his arse in the wing mirror, until he had turned the corner. Pulling out of the car park, I started down the road, desperately trying to think of a way to get back at him. A sudden thought occurred to me, and I drove up to the department store and purchased a length of cord. 

I knew that Andy would still be on his way walking home from the game, and my flatmate was out of town for the next three nights so my face showed a cocky grin when I pulled up alongside Andy and asked him if he needed a ride. He glanced at me and said he didn't really feel like going home just yet, that's why he was walking. His sister was at home at the moment and I knew he didn't get on with her boyfriend.

"How about we go to mine? I've got a few DVDs, and you can buy me a takeaway to make up for my birthday!" His cheeky arrogance flickered for a few seconds, was I really inviting him back?

We've known each other for ages, and kept up a constant state of flirting for about 3 years during high school. But whenever one was single the other was not, or we would piss each other off. We barely seemed to communicate when others were around, but with the use of the Internet and texting…well our relationship flared as much as our phone bills.

"Come on," I murmured, giving a hurt expression, "You did say you owed me…"

He laughed and jumped into the passenger seat. "Just let me grab a few things from home and then I'm yours for the evening!" He didn't know quite how right I thought him to be.

When he came out of his house, Andy was carrying what looked like one of his old school bags, but I wasn't too worried about what he had inside of it. It took me about twenty minutes to get to my flat, and when I checked the answer machine my flatmates voice rang out. 

"Hi babes, it's me. Just letting you know, I won't be back for at least another two weeks, it's really important that I'm here. I'll call you later!"

If I'd have been facing Andy I think I would have seen that huge grin that fell across his face. We called the take away service, and while Andy wandered up the road to get the food, I brought the cord in from the car. After we had eaten, I mentioned that he looked tense. 

"I've just finished a massaging course, take your shirt off while I get my stuff, and I'll give you a back massage!" His smirk was not an expression I had expected, but nevertheless he agreed, so I slipped from the room and picked up the cord. When I went back into the room, Andy had his back to me, and his broad shoulders were on display. I don't know if he knew I had re-entered the room or not, but I sneaked up behind him and as his hands were loosely by his sides, I went to pull them behind him to tie his hands behind his back.

Andy was too quick for me. With one swift motion, he grabbed both of my hands within one of his, swung round to face me, and pinned me on the floor. He looked at the cord now lying just to the right of my head, and grinned.

"Now then, what could naughty little Tanzi have been planning, huh? Let's see, she goes into the department store, or at least her car is in the car park, takes me up on an offer, and has that smug 'I'm in control now' look on her face. See, that's why I thought I'd make our night interesting! And now bad little Tanzi has attempted to…tie me up?"

I struggled and tried to move my legs to wriggle away from him. He lifted his leg, and sat on my thighs, making it impossible for me to move, my hands stretched out above my head, and my legs pinned to the floor. 

"Well, much as you think you're having your way tonight, I'm afraid it's the other way round. I have been waiting for this sort of opportunity, you realise, for quite a while now!" With his free hand Andy picked up the cord and slowly tied my wrists together. He then wound the length of cord round my body, so that my hands were strapped down in front of me and proceeded to tie my legs together, making sure that I could not have got up, even if he hadn't have had his weight on top of me. 

"Now, will you be a good little girl while I go and get my…toys?"

Uh oh. Now that really didn't sound good. I was just planning to have a little fun with him, tie him up and tease him a bit, before telling him I was bored and falling asleep with him in an uncomfortable chair, but toys? Whatever he was planning did not sound like it was going to be quite as easy going, nor did it sound like something he'd concocted within ten minutes, like I had. I called out to him a few times, telling him that this wasn't funny, and that I was just going to play a joke on him, nothing serious, so would he untie me because my hands were starting to hurt. When he returned to the room, his bag looked like most of it had been emptied elsewhere, and he was carrying one of my kitchen knives.

"Andy, that's not funny. Come on, I was just messing round, you've had your fun, you've scared me, now untie me, and…we'll watch a movie."

He leaned down and looked right into my eyes. His hand stroked my hair as he murmured softly, "You don't get it do you? From now on you're going to be mine, my own little angel, and I'm going to do with you what I want, and by the end of this week, you will give me everything I ask for. Now let's start with these clothes. In my presence, jeans and strap top is a bit too much clothing."

He drew the knife up towards my neck, and I started pleading with him. "Please stop? Don't cut my clothes, we can talk about this, I promise, and it'll be ok? Please? Just untie me…"

"Shut up, Tanz!" He laughed, before he roughly pushed his lips onto mine to stem the flow of panic that was ebbing out of my mouth. His lips tasted so wonderful, and it took me by surprise when his tongue snaked into my mouth, entwining with mine in a delicate dance, like naked flames. I was so lost in the kiss that I didn't realise what his hands were doing. His mouth withdrew from mine, and before I could open my eyes I felt a soft material slide over them. I went to scream only to feel his lips upon mine again, while his fingers fumbled behind my head, tying the blindfold securely. 

"Now, is my little bitch going to scream? Or do I have to gag her?" He asked me, stroking the side of my face. "What do you mean your little bitch? Get off me-" His hand clamped down over my mouth and he lent further towards me until his lips were brushing my ear lobe. "Don't you realise? You're about to become my slut, my bitch….my slave." At these words I tried to jerk away so I could tell him he was talking a load of bullshit and that I was having none of this. But I found that the cords meant that I couldn't move at all. He chuckled into my ear, then gripped my ear lobe between his teeth, and pulled gently. At first it didn't feel too bad, but then his teeth started to pull on my stud, and it felt like he was going to rip my ear off. 

His hand was still strongly holding my jaw, and I was about to try and bite his hand, when he pulled it away. Before I couldn't even tell him what I thought of him, I heard the zip of his bag, and cut my sentence before I had even uttered a sound. What was he doing? "Open your mouth, my little slut." Andy said, and when I clamped my lips together, he held my nose until I had to gasp for breath. He forced a ball gag into my mouth, and fastened it behind my head. I couldn't utter a sound, as it was pushing down on my tongue.

I had lost my sight, my ability to move, and now to speak as well, that I didn't realise when he started cutting my clothes off of me. It was only when I felt his lips enclose around my left nipple that I gasped. The breeze that was flowing around my skin was making me tingle, and I knew that as soon as he removed all of my clothes he would realise that the wetness between my legs meant that I was actually seriously turned on by this whole thing, even though I didn't want to be.

When Andy had finished removing my clothes, I began to think of how this must look. I was bound, blindfolded and gagged and lying on the floor, totally helpless and naked. Without warning, his strong arms lifted me up off the ground, and he carried me up the stairs. I was tempted to struggle, but knew that if he dropped me, it would be worse than if he put me down of his own accord. 

"Now then, my little bitch," he murmured as he used my feet to push the door open. "You really are considerate, aren't you? Your headboard is exotic, and quite perfect for what I want."

I felt myself being lowered onto the cool sheets and I tensed up. Slowly I felt the cord around my top half being unwound, and remembered he'd tied my wrists separately. Slowly Andy lifted them, and tied them to my headboard. He unwound the rest of the rope and attached my ankles to the foot of my bed.

Totally immobile I could feel his eyes scanning my whole body, soaking in the curves of my breasts, the tone of my muscles, and the wetness between my thighs. His weight sliding between my legs startled me for a few seconds, and when I felt his lips brush my slit, my back arched, and my wrists strained against the rope. 

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" Andy murmured, each word vibrating against me, making my body ache, and my breathing quicken. His tongue snaked its way against my aching lips, up and gently ran up the length of my body, in between my breasts, and up my neck.

He started to kiss me ferociously, then stopped suddenly. I could feel his breath right against my cheek. His lips brushed mine and I tried to respond, but the gag was still forced into my mouth, and I couldn't even kiss him back. I heard Andy laugh, followed by footsteps over to the door. 

"I would tell you to wait here, but it's not like you could do anything else….." He laughed, and I heard the door close. For five agonising minutes I lay in absolute darkness, not knowing what was going on. I thought he had left me, and wanted to call out. Every time I tried to make a sound, my tongue pressed against the gag, and I felt like I was choking. 

"I'm back!" whispered Andy, and I knew at once he was up to something. His hand felt cold when his fingertips started to caress the entrance to my pussy. He rubbed gently, dipping the tip of his finger into me at the base of every slide. I would have gasped if I could.

He thrust his middle finger up inside me, with force, and my body twitched and pushed up against him. Slowly he drew his finger out, only to slip it straight in again. He continued this motion, fast thrusting in, slow dragging out, and almost without my control, my body was pushing up to meet his fingers. Gradually he built up the number of fingers that were inside me, til his thumb was pressing against my clit, and his four fingers were pressed into my heated wetness. 

"Tanz – you're getting dreadfully hot down here….I think you need to cool down." I wanted to moan at him, didn't want him to stop this. If he was just gonna leave me, I seriously would explode. 

I'm not sure I can remember exactly where I felt the ice first….possibly on my neck. All I remember is that it was seriously cold. And when Andy traced it all over my body, I really wanted to cry out. I don't think I'd ever felt anything like it, the heat of my skin melting the ice so that water trickled down my sides. My breathing was jerky and quick, and I could sense Andy leaning over me. He circled the ice around my nipples, which quickly turned numb. His tongue flicked deftly over my left nipple, before his teeth squeezed hard, to a point where I felt a searing pain slicing through the numb feeling. The gag stopped me screaming. He repeated this with my right nipple, and then I felt him shift his weight down the bed.

"Now Tanz, this might be a little cold. Just relax.." What did he mean cold? I was naked and he was tracing ice over my body…how could I get any colder?

Andy placed a cold finger against the lips of my pussy, and I started. He had to be joking didn't he? There was no way he was going to – and that's when he did. Using his forefinger and thumb, he eased my pussy open and using the thumb on his left hand he slide the ice into my hot pussy. I felt like I was on fire. The heat from me was melting the ice and I could feel it spilling from between my thighs, causing my thighs to shiver.

My jaw was aching from biting hard against the gag, and Andy could see how uncomfortable I must have been. He gentle lifted my head and said, 'Scream or talk without my say so and I'll put it straight back on…' He undid it from behind my head, and I had to catch myself from saying thank you.

"You're learning…" and he leaned into me slowly, until his lips were a breath away from mine. I jerked my mouth up in anticipation and he pulled away, so I was left kissing nothing but air. "But you're still don't understand." I could still feel the melting ice inside me, the cool liquid upon my thighs, and then Andy moved away from me. What did he mean I still didn't understand? Knowing him, he would make sure I did. 

It was about that moment when I heard the crack of a whip. My body immediately tensed, waiting for that horrible stinging sensation. It didn't come and I could hear Andy chuckling. "You honestly thought I was gonna hit you with this? Just to teach you a lesson?" I replied, "It scared me." The silence that followed my statement was worse than the noise of the whip. "Andy?" There was more silence. Had he left me?

"Tanz? Are you really this dumb? I though you'd at least realised you weren't allowed to talk. But now I have to teach you that lesson as well as not seeking your own pleasure." Fuck. Now I was in trouble. I whimpered slightly. "Now, because you don't have the gag in you have the option of talking. You're not going to though. No matter how hard I whip you, you're not allowed to even mumble. Understand?" I stayed perfectly still. If he wanted me to stay still and silent then that's exactly what I'd give him. 

Crack! The whip cam down sharply across my stomach and my body jerked inwards in reflexive response. But the ropes holding my feet and arms to stretch me prevented me from moving more than a little, and all it did was graze my wrists. 

"Looks like we're going to have to tighten this…. can't have you moving and spoiling my aim…" Andy declared, and I felt the ropes pulling me further apart, until my body was no longer touching the bed. I was suspended above it, with no hope of moving. I concentrated on clenching my teeth together as tightly as possible, and this time felt the rush of air before I heard the crack, followed by the pain. 

The whip landed either side of my breasts for his first few attempts, and then he whipped down straight into my erect nipples. It was all I could do not to break my concentration. But it wasn't due to the pain. Instead, the pain had speeded down my body, and exploded inside my pussy. That was harder to understand. Here I was, immobilised and yet being turned on by the pain I was receiving. And I wasn't the only one to notice. 

"If I didn't know any better Tanzi, I'd think that you were enjoying this – slightly more than you should…" The whip lashed down upon my breasts again, and this time as I felt the pleasure inside my pussy, Andy's fingers found their way into my deep wetness, and he laughed. "You're such a dirty bitch!" I was desperate to say something, but I held my tongue, not wanting to go through much more of this torture. 

Andy continued to whip me, moving lower over my body, until he was whipping just above my pubic line. I had totally lost count of the amount of lashes I had received when Andy leaned in close and whispered – "just the one more Tanz." The crack of the whip made me jump, and then I felt pain rocket through my body, and the whip touched down between my thighs, catching my on the outer lips, and across my clit. Somehow I managed not to say a word. 

"I'm impressed. I think it's time I pleasure you, for being so good." 

Andy moved stealthily around the bed, loosening the bonds so that I could just about lie down in comfort, while still pretty immobilised. I heard him shed his clothes, and then felt his weight upon the bed. His hand teased me, my already wet pussy easily taking his fingers in. "Tell me how you want me." He whispered, his hand caressing rather than torturing now. "I'm not gonna punish you for talking. Describe it."

"I want you Andy. I want to feel you pulsing inside of me, feel your throbbing cock penetrating me, pushing my senses further than they've ever been pushed before. I don't just want you – I need you. I want you to take me everywhere. In every room, on every surface, in the shower, inside, outside. I just want you. Fuck me, until we are both satisfied. Fuck me, because I want you. Fuck me, because…because…..please Andy! Screw me?" 

Andy let out a slight chuckle. "Alright Tanz – but I call the shots." He fully undid the ropes, and untied the blindfold. I looked straight into his eyes as he eased his cock into me, rhythmically thrusting. Both of our bodies arched and responded to each other, and as we finished, just as I was drifting off into the most wonderful sleep, I heard him whisper. "You're mine – don't ever forget that." 

"Yes, Andy."



More Than Friends



"Are you ready for 'Power Drink Thursday?'" Ryan asked with a hint of mischief in his voice.

"Well, I won't be doing any 'power drinking', but I will drink a few with you. Unlike some people, I still have to work tomorrow." Renae replied with a slight tinge of sarcasm. 

"Alright then, I will pick you up around 7:00 and we'll head out to the bar."

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Ryan showed up at 6:48 and honked the horn. Renae, a petite blond, looked out the door to her best friend and flipped him off. Ryan noticed that she had put on make up and was wearing a bubblegum pink came and a short black pleated skirt with matching strapy heels. She locked the door and walked out to the car. 

"Just like a man to think he can honk and expect a woman to come running."

"Well, don't you look nice…guess you felt like being an actual girl for a change huh?"

"I dressed up just so you could see that I was an actual girl for a change." she said while overly batting her eyes at him.

Ryan had always thought of Renae as one of the guys. She usually wore her hair is a messy ponytail and dressed in jeans and regular t-shirts. He always thought that she was pretty in a tomboy way but he never knew that she was hiding a great body under her slouchy attire. Tonight was the first night that they had went out together were he actually noticed that she was a very sexy woman. During the ride to the bar, he kept finding himself wondering if she was wearing panties under that short skirt. 

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"I'll get some quarters for pool while you get us a couple of beers." Ryan said while handing Renae a ten dollar bill.

"The change will be my tip for putting up with you." She said with a sly grin.

"You should be paying me to be able to put up with me…" Ryan laughed back at her.

After playing a few games of pool and drinking quiet a few beers the two sat down at a table to listen to the music that was playing from the jukebox. They sat there talking for a while and Renae noticed that she was rubbing her finger tips on Ryan's inner thigh. She would have stopped but he didn't seem to mind. Of course Ryan had noticed the soft touching as soon as it had started. The more she did it the more he looked into her eyes. He always new that she had green eyes but he never noticed how deep of a green they were. After a half an hour of her caressing, he worked up enough nerve to rest his hand on her knee. At first he didn't move his hand at all. He was waiting to see if she would punch him for even thinking about putting his hand on her leg. To his relief, she didn't punch him. After a few minutes he began to slowly and softly stroke her knee with just the tip of his fingers. To his surprise she uncrossed her legs but didn't move his hand away from her. He felt a stirring in his groin as her hand inched closer to the head of his dick. They were staring at each other pretending to be oblivious to what each others hands were doing under the table. Ryan began inching his strokes up her inner thighs. She spread her legs open enough so that he could have access under her skirt if he wanted it. And he did want it. Softly he brushed her pussy and found that there was in fact no panties under that short skirt. All he felt was bald, moist lips. She shuddered aloud and said "I think it's time to go."

"I am sorry, I didn't mean to….I'll take you home. Renae…"

"Take me to your house…NOW!" she whispered in his ear before he could finish.

----------------- They didn't speak the whole way to his apartment. They didn't even look at each other. He didn't know what was going to happen when they did reach the apartment but he was preparing himself for the worst. Ryan was struggling to get the keys in the door. He felt so ashamed that he had just tried to fuck with his best friend. He finally got the door open and then he felt her push him in. She slammed the door behind them and she just stood there for a moment staring into his eyes. " I am so sorry Renae….I can't believe I ….."

"Shhhh….."

She walked up to Ryan and unzipped his pants. His cock was throbbing in a instant. Renae pulled his hard on out of his pants and began to stroke his shaft slowly.

" I don't want you to apologize….I want you to fuck me…." she said in a low whisper as she flicked her tongue across his lips. 

She then bent down and took the length of him into her mouth. Ryan let out a deep sigh and put his hand on the back of her head. She could taste the salty precum on her tongue. She ran her tongue across the tip of his dick and slowly stood up, pulling her top off as stood. Ryan squeezed her tits together and took one bud at a time into his mouth, sucking and licking all the while. She guided him to sit down on the sofa while he was kicking off his shoes and pulling down his jeans and boxers. 

"Just sit down…I'll do the rest…" she said with a grin and another tongue flick.

Ryan did as he was told and with her black pleated skirt and strapy heels being her only clothing, she straddled herself over him. She descended slowly, impaling herself on his throbbing hard on. She let out a sigh of ecstasy and began rocking back and forth on his cock. Ryan let out a guttural sigh. He had never been in a pussy this tight before. His cock felt so good inside her and he began thrusting with her motion. Her breathing became short and raspy as she fingered her clit while pumping up and down.

"Fuck me harder….harder…." she screamed. " I'm gonna cum…."

He began thrusting deeper and faster. He felt her pussy clinching his cock as her orgasm took over. He pounded her pussy harder and then exploded deep inside her. She collapsed onto his chest still rocking her hips slowly. 

"I guess we are more than best friends now huh?" he asked.

With a sly grin on her face she replied, " I guess we are best friends with benefits…"



More than Friends



I met her in the dressing room of the new, trendy clothing store in the mall. It was one big room with wall to wall mirrors. No stalls to change in or curtains to hide behind. Nope. It was all out in the open. 

Since the room was empty I decided to go for it. I had this really cute outfit that I wanted to buy to go out clubbing later on and I really wanted to make sure it fit and looked good. I needed to take off my bra to try on the top. Nervously I looked around and took it off. At that exact moment another girl bounded in. I tried to act cool and nonchalant, hoping she wouldn't take notice of me.

" Hi!" She cheerfully exclaimed hanging her clothes up on the hook next to mine. I quickly stuffed myself into the shirt and mumbled back a greeting. She began to strip and I nervously averted my eyes. 

I'm not a prude or anything, but I'm just not comfortable being naked in front of strangers. Oh well, I thought, there goes my career in the porn industry. 

So there I was with this naked stranger next to me that was in no rush to put on her clothes. Actually, she seemed to be examining herself in the mirror. I couldn't help sneaking peeks at her from my peripheral vision. What was she doing??? 

I had to give it to her. She had a banging body. She was average height, with long, straight black hair. She had a caramel colored complexion and big chocolate eyes. Her waist was small and curved down in to shapely hips, a nice rounded ass and long legs. If I could have chosen any body to have, hers would be number one on the list. 

Not that my body was anything to be ashamed of. I got my share of attention from guys. They seemed to like my huge ass, a fact that never ceased to amaze me. My waist was small and my breasts weren't huge, but my ass was the star attraction. My current boyfriend loved to do me from the back and pull my long curly hair. I have to say, I was a big fan of it too. I turned my attention back to the girl standing naked next to me.

Her breasts were huge and they didn't sag at all. Her nipples were large and a dark rose color. She cupped them in her hands and squeezed them, giving me a show. Suddenly she turned to me and I blushed at being caught looking at her. She didn't seem to notice.

" Does my right boob look bigger than the other one to you?" She questioned me. I was flabbergasted.

" Um....uh, I.... Well..." I squinted at them and inspected them a little more closely. 

" They're real you know." She said proudly, still cupping them in her hands. She leaned forward as if offering them to me.

" Wanna feel them?" 

" What?? No!!! No I don't want to feel them!" I said in disbelief. Who was this girl offering her breasts to a complete stranger?

" I'm not a lesbian!" I said nervously. I wondered if I somehow was giving off a lesbian vibe.

" Oh, I know you're not. Neither am I." She said confidently. " Wow, your boobs are pretty nice too." She said in admiration as she reached out and cupped my breasts . In my haste I had forgotten to tie the halter at my neck and it had fallen down revealing myself to her. I tried to act cool like having some strange girl feel me up was something that happened to me everyday.

" Um thanks." I said a little proudly. My breasts weren't as large as hers but they were very firm and sat up without the help of a bra.

" They're so pretty and pink. I like your nipples. Mine are so brown" She trailed a finger lightly over my nipple making it harden. A trail of fire ran down my body pooling in the warmth between my thighs. I inhaled a sharp breath and stiffened. The girl didn't notice. 

" My nipples are so brown and ugly." She complained turning her attention back to the mirror and frowned.

" Oh no, your nipples are pretty too." I argued. What was I doing? Your nipples are pretty too? How was I having this conversation, I wondered.

" Thanks," She said turning to me with a thousand watt smile, " My name is Jessica." She offered her hand for me to shake.

" Uh, Allison." I managed and shook her hand. She offered to help me decide what outfit to wear and somehow got herself invited to go out to the club with me later on that evening. Her open friendly manner intrigued me and we became friends fast. We hung out almost everyday after that. I got used to her openness and got used to seeing her naked and in turn being naked around her. I figured that that was just the way she was. 

Jessica was very open, out-going and affectionate. She embraced her sexuality and was no the least bit bashful. When greeting someone she would often kiss them right on the lips with a loud "Muah". She was very popular in all the clubs that we frequented at night. 

At the moment we were getting ready to go out in her bedroom. She strutted around the room naked while doing her hair.

" Oh god, I'm so horny!" She complained loudly.

" What's the matter, Tyrone's not doing you right?" I smirked. Her boyfriend Tyrone had a huge dick, a fact that she was always teasing me about. My boyfriend, Carlos, wasn't largely endowed but he knew how to move and work so he always satisfied me. Although, there were times that I have wished he was a little bigger and could stretch my pussy wider and really fill me up.

" No, he's been so busy playing football and softball that he doesn't have any time for me." Jessica pouted prettily. 

" Hey, want to see what I got!" She said with a wicked smile on her face. I nodded warily. Jessica was very unpredictable and I just prayed that she didn't have any kind of illegal substances that she wanted to try. She bounded over to her bed and pulled something out from under the mattress. She held up her prize for me to see. It was a DVD. She sashayed over to me and held it up for my inspection. It was a porno! 

" Lets watch it." She went to the DVD player without waiting for a response.

" Um, I don't know Jess. I mean, you want to watch it together? Won't it be weird.?" I thought it would be very weird, especially since seeing her naked already kinda turned me on. I have no idea why since I had never had lesbian inclinations before. In fact I loved having sex with a man. I don't feel really satisfied unless I have a nice dick inside of me. But her body always turned me on. I wondered what it would feel like to take her nipples into my mouth. Instantly I felt guilty. Friends shouldn't feel like this about each other. I felt like I was betraying her trust by having these thoughts and feelings. 

" Why would it be weird?" Jessica asked. " Ty and his boys watch porno's all the time together. They even jerk off right next to each other." She smiled slyly at me. " Don't worry. You can touch your pussy around me. I've seen you naked before. It kinda turns me on a little." 

" Wha- Jess! Don't say those kinda things!" I sputtered, embarrassed, feeling like she had been reading my thoughts. 

" Well, I'm not shy and I WILL play with myself with you around me. You can join me if you want." She huffed, put off by my reluctance. Feeling guilty I took a seat next to her on the couch. 

" All right. Fine. Put it on. I'll watch it." I said feeling a little thrill run through my body. She smiled and jumped up to press start.

" I lost the remote." She said in explanation. The movie started. It was one with a story line and we soon became engrossed in it.

" Ally, I'm feeling kinda underdressed here. Do you mind?" She said eying my fully clothed body. Feeling a little shy I stripped down to my thong since I wasn't wearing a bra. 

" That's better!" She said slapping my thigh and leaving her hand there on my knee. I mentally raised an eyebrow, but didn't say anything. The movie had progressed to the full on sex scenes and I was starting to get aroused. Jess was too, I could tell by the increased rise and fall of her breasts. My eyes lingered there on her breasts for a minute before a moan from the TV captured my attention. On screen the guy was fucking the girl from behind, my favorite position. He started fucking her really hard and I imagined myself in her position. 

Having a big, fat dick stretch me and fill me. Being pounded from behind, harder and harder. I was started to get really turned on. My pussy was dripping wet and it felt all tingly. I really wanted to slide my hand down and touch my clit but I still felt a little shy with Jessica next to me. She was so close that our thighs were pressed up against each other. If I wanted to open my legs to get to my clit I would need to push my leg against hers even harder. She would feel my arm move to get down there. God, I realized she was almost on top of me. 

At this point I was feeling extremely uncomfortable, I needed to get to my pussy so bad. I tried to focus on the movie. Another girl had joined the couple on screen and she was sucking on the first girl's titties. My own titties started to tingle and I suddenly urgently needed someone to touch them. I decided that now was the time to make a move. I slowly trailed my hand up my body to my tits and started to rub my nipple. 

" Oh god that's so sexy." Jessica moaned and plunged her hand into her pussy. She was looking at me.

" It's a good movie." I said trying to keep the moan out of my voice.

" No, you. Touching yourself like that. I like it." She moaned. That sent me over the edge and with my other hand I reached for my clit. I was so turned on that I almost came at the first touch. Jessica started to caress my other breast and I was in heaven. She palmed my nipple really softly and rubbed it, making it erect instantly. 

" oooooohhhhh, god, that feels so good. Please... suck it." I begged. That was all the encouragement she needed and she fastened her lips around my engorged nipple. My hand moved faster and faster on my clit as she sucked my tittie harder. Soon her hand joined mine and she began to finger me as I rubbed my pussy. I had never felt anything like it before. Her lush breasts rested on my belly and I reached over to cup one with my free hand. It felt so soft and warn in my hand. I had never felt another girls breasts before. 

By this time I was bucking against Jessica's hand that was forcefully fucking my hole. Oh, god, she was slamming her fist against my entrance and it felt exactly like when my boyfriend was fucking me. She knew exactly how to suck on my tit. It felt so good.

" Oh god, Jessie, oh it feels so good. Oh, fuck me girl, fuck me, oh, just like that!" I moaned loudly. 

" Mmmmm, yeah baby. Take this fist. Cum for me baby. Cum for me Ally." She whispered against my breast. Then she attacked it, sucking it for all she was worth. 

" Oh, oh, oh god, Oh Jess, yes, yes, I'm gonna cum! Oh fuuuuucccckkkk!" I screamed out in orgasm. I laid limply on the couch and Jess nibbled on my tit and stroked my pussy as I shuddered with the after shocks. 

" Mmmmm, that was so hot." She murmured as she reached up to suck on my neck.

" There's only one problem." she said looking into my eyes. I inwardly cringed, realizing what I had just done with my best friend and waited for her criticism. 

" I'm still horny." She answered my unvoiced question. I laughed in relief and began to fondle her tits. She moaned and leaned back into the couch. 

****** Author's Note: There will be more chapters to this story coming soon. Let me now what you think!



More Than Friends After All



Chapter 1

My best friend, and she has been for many years, is Kayla. We've been in the same grade, even pretty much get the same kind of grades ever since the second grade. We're now going into our senior year of high school.

What may be a bit different is that I'm a guy. I'm Todd and my best friend is Kayla as I said.

Even though a lot of people think we're dating when they see us together, we've really just been friends all the time we've known each other. I usually go root for her when she plays soccer or runs a sprint race, yes, she's the athlete, not me and she always comes to see me in the school plays that I'm in.

Now, before you get to thinking that maybe I'm a little gay or whatever, no I'm not. I've dated a fair amount, even came close to losing my cherry, so to speak, with a girl whose family moved away just when things were looking hopeful. Oh, well.

So, why didn't I hit on Kayla? Well, honestly, she's certainly pretty enough. Long streaky blond hair down past her shoulders, pretty gray-blue eyes with long eyelashes, smooth, tan complexion, slender and fit body with a nice amount of curves, yes, those, too, she's very nice in a bikini. See, I do notice. Kayla's one of the prettiest girls in the school. And she's my best friend.

I really can't say that I've never ever thought of Kayla in a sexual way, I have. When I've seen her in a bikini it's probably not possible for any hetero guy to think of her as just one of the guys. No, she's too sexy-looking for that.

And a couple of times, I've been in her room when she changed clothes and more or less just stood there talking to me in her bra and panties. Yes, I've gotten erections because of her, look, I'm normal and she's really pretty.

But, we're friends, the best of friends. I've held her when she's been really upset and crying and she's held me. I'll never forget when my grandmother died two years ago. I bawled in Kayla's arms. She means that much to me.

In the last year or two, my best friend, Kayla, has changed a bit, she's gotten more adventurous, more impulsive, not crazy or reckless, just a bit more daredevil.

I found this out one afternoon when she picked me up, she often could get one of her parent's cars when I couldn't, and had told me we were heading for the beach.

Well, we live about thirty minutes from the ocean and that wasn't unusual, especially in the summer, so I had my trunks on and a towel in my hand when she picked me up. She was in my favorite yellow bikini. Yes, I told you I'd noticed her.

"Going someplace new, Todd, I think you'll like it. Went there last week with Karen Tomassin."

I knew Karen, of course, she's one of the hotter girls in our school, one with a bit of a reputation. Oh, well, the day was warm and sunny, it was summer, school was out, what more could a guy want. I was even with a beautiful girl in a skimpy bikini even though she was my best friend.

We took a cut-off way before we normally did and went down a kind of rutted dirt road, then out onto an open beach. She pulled up to a small parking area and we got out and I followed her up over a dune past a sign that read, "Clothing Optional Beach."

"Geez, Kayla, what's this? That means a nude beach, right?"

"There may be some but it's not mandatory, you know," she said throwing me a grin.

"I don't think that's something I could do, you know, the way guys get hard and all."

Kayla and I had talked about sex some though we'd never done anything or shown each other our bodies.

As we walked out onto the open beach, yes, there were naked people, men and women, along with some who were in their regular beach suits.

The naked ones were mostly couples, though there were about five girls near our age, they were all nude, laying on towels getting all-over tans. Oh, yes, I looked, I looked long and hard. Hard, that's just what I was.

"Come on, Todd, quit ogling the poor girls. Behave yourself," Kayla grumbled kiddingly.

She found us a place and spread out a blanket for us.

"I can't believe you brought me to a place like this. You didn't tell me, that's for sure, just brought me here."

"Todd, if I had told you, you wouldn't have wanted to come. It would have been a long, boring discussion. This way, we're here, now enjoy it. You already liked those girls."

"Yeah, they were nice," I easily admitted.

"Look you can stay just like you are but if you want to take them off and, well, if you have a normal guy-reaction to the girls, just roll over on your stomach. Simple. So just relax and enjoy yourself."

I decided that, since we were here, that I would do just that. Then, as I was watching a couple stroll naked down by the shoreline, out of the corner of my eye, I saw Kayla stand up. My eyes shifted as I saw her reach behind and untie her bra top and drop it to the blanket. Then, yes, then, she undid the side of her bikini bottom and was suddenly standing next to me completely naked.

Look, I am a guy, I wanted to turn and look straight on at her standing there but she's my best friend. So, I kind of moved like I was shifting my position on the blanket and, oh, my god, my best friend rivaled any girl I'd ever seen in Playboy or Penthouse.

I knew from her wearing a bikini that her breasts were firm and solid, that they didn't sag down in the least. But now, uncovered, oh, man, they were perfect, perfect cones topped with small pink nipples which were poked-out.

Down below, well, she was standing there facing the ocean so I couldn't see quite everything, it was more of her beautiful round butt, than the front of her, then she turned to me and presented her bare pussy to my view for the first time. I thought my heart would stop.

I knew it had taken her some courage to do this with me, I mean if I was her boyfriend, well, then, it would have made more sense. I was being silly, I thought. Hell, we're basically adults.

I looked away, far out to the ocean, set my mind on other things, then stood up and pulled off my trunks.

"See that wasn't so hard, was it. Oops, maybe that was the wrong word," she snickered. "See, nobody even noticed."

"Yeah, good, I'd hate to get an erection, that would be so embarrassing."

"I bet you look nice when you get an erection," she said quietly.

I couldn't believe that my best friend said that. My face felt hot as the sun that day as I sat down.

"Todd, you are such fun to tease, you really are," she laughed.

I was sitting but now my dick was on the rise after her comment and, as I rolled over, I told her, "See what you've done? All your fault."

"Well, the way you're laying, no, I can't see a thing. You're no fun, Todd."

She was laying on her side looking at me as I couldn't help but see her beautiful, sexy body.

"I thought we were friends, Kayla," I said thinking that she'd pushed the whole nude beach thing pretty far.

"I'm sorry, Todd, I guess I upset you, I didn't mean to, I was just having some fun and I think I went too far. Sorry, still friends?"

"Yes, of course, best friends," I replied.

"Can I ask you something?"

'Sure."

"When you got an erection just now...did I cause it, you looking at me?"

"Um, why do you want to know?"

"Just wondering, that's all."

"Yeah, sorry if it upsets you," I told her.

"Thank you, Todd," she replied softly.

"Why do you say that, Kayla."

"Well, I've been kind of wondering if guys find me attractive. I sure don't get asked out much."

"You know maybe it's because we're together all the time and people just think I'm your boyfriend. Maybe that's it."

"Yeah, could be, I guess."

I knew I needed to change the subject from how good she looked naked so that I could get my dick under control and, finally, I sensed that I was back to normal, though, sometimes I think normal at eighteen is a hard-on.

Kayla had turned onto her side so she was facing me so, now that I was soft, I turned to face her. After all, it was kind of cool to be naked like this, the feeling was adult, grown-up. And, while I didn't try to focus too much on her, Kayla was sure nice to be with under these new and exciting circumstances.

Soon after I had turned to face Kayla, there came down the beach a naked woman, perfectly tanned all over, with a stunning body, right out of Playboy, she was breathtaking and I could so easily see why she so enjoyed being naked; she was perfect.

Kayla was talking about something, something at school, I think, but all my attention was on the spectacular woman who now seemed to be walking right toward us.

Of course, you know what happened. As she approached, I lay there on my side as my cock began to lengthen and fill; there was nothing I could do.

The woman came right up to us and spoke, "Beautiful day, you two look so nice together, is this your first time here?"

Kayla answered for us, "Not mine but for the two of us it is. You come here much?"

"Oh, all the time, can't you tell, I just love an over-all tan," she replied as she squatted down in the sand.

It was simply incredible. This absolutely beautiful woman sitting, stark naked, sitting in the sand with her pussy open, my eyes hungrily devouring her as she and Kayla talked. I was so hard.

She did look at me at times when they were talking, smiling at me, I'm sure knowing just what affect she was having on me, I was just super turned-on.

"Yes, I just love the warm sun on my body, it just makes me feel so good and sexy, too. Doesn't it make you feel sexy, too?" she asked Kayla.

"Oh, I'll say. I came last week with a girlfriend," she was telling the beautiful woman as I ate her with my eyes. She was looking at me as well, looking at my cock which was all tingly in the warm sun.

Then, I saw a drop of liquid form under her, right on the lips of her pussy. They both continued talking, Kayla telling her how sexy it made her feel and such, the woman asking about how long we'd been lovers.

Then I saw the drop fall to the sand from her wet pussy lips. If you think you're kind of hard reading about this, well, think how I was actually laying there naked with my pretty naked best friend and this seductive, hot woman whose pussy was dripping her sex juices onto the warm sand right in front of me.

Really without warning, my cock spurted first once, then again as I ejaculated onto the blanket. I groaned softly and Kayla turned and saw as my cock emptied out in surge after surge.

They were both looking at me, well, at my cock, really, with smiles on their faces, no doubt as surprised as I was. I so wanted to reach down and stroke myself but just didn't dare. This was all enough without doing that.

The woman looked at me, smiled and said, "That was really nice. I so enjoyed you doing that for me," and she stood up and walked away as I watched her beautiful ass go down the beach.

"Todd, my god, you didn't even touch yourself, not at all," Kayla gasped.

"Boy, I sure wanted to," I said before I thought about it.

With that, Kayla moved over, screening me from view of people on the beach, then looked at me as she reached out and took my dick in her hand to begin masturbating me up and down.

I lay there frozen, unable to move or say anything, as she moved her fist up and down until she had milked me of all my cum.

"We've been friends for almost forever, Todd, and you've never tried anything sexual with me."

"I know," I told her, "I always kind of wanted to but didn't want to risk our friendship. But what you just did now was wonderful."

"Do you think I could excite you as much as that woman did?" and with that she got up and squatted in front of me in almost the same way the woman had.

Chapter 2

I was almost too afraid to look at her and risk all that we had together as friends, it was a lot. Then, she dropped down, squatting lower, just the way the woman had, opening her pussy lips as she exposed herself for me.

She was perfectly smooth and shaven, her open and swollen lips bright pink in the strong sunlight all wet and excited-looking.

"Here, I want to do this for you, Todd," and she reached under with her hand and began rubbing her pussy back and forth along her open lips. It was so hot, so sexy.

Then she sat down and widened her knees even farther, spreading her pussy open with her fingers showing me how red and juicy she was inside. Then her fingers opened just above as she began rubbing back and forth across her clit smearing her wetness all around, going now in circles.

"Oh, oh," she panted as her face reddened. I could feel my cock fill with blood as my heart raced watching this super-sexy sight in front of me.

Then, Kayla slid two fingers up inside her and just couldn't keep my hand off myself, I took my cock in my hand and started on myself. I just couldn't help it.

"Mmm, oh, that's good, so good, mmm," she moaned as she masturbated for me. Her face and chest were now bright red as she bit down on her lip, her fingers were deep up inside her as I stiffened and my cum began spurting up, landing on her inner thigh, near her pussy.

"God, I wish you were in me right now, cumming like that," she groaned as I saw her tremble and moan.

"Mmm, mmm, mmm, oh, oh, Todd," she uttered softly.

"That was beautiful, Kayla, really beautiful, I'll never forget it, thank you."

She sat there, spread open in front of me, her fingers still slowly moving in and out, smiling as she puffed at a wisp of hair sending it up off her face.

"Whew, that was intense. Um, I think I'm about ready to go, it's been quite a day."

As soon as we got in Kayla's car she asked me, "Both your parents are at work, right?"

I told her they were and we kind of talked mostly about other things on the way home. We seemed both a bit gun-shy after such an about-face in our relationship. I don't think either one of us knew how to proceed or even how to talk about it. There was a certain uncomfortableness yet also a new and different closeness between us.

We pulled up in my driveway as she left the motor running and we somewhat uneasily said goodbye and gave each other a parting kiss, a kiss that was both similar and different from all that had come before.

Did I jack-off that night? Oh, three times and real early in the morning, whatever time I really don't know.

Then, in the morning, my phone rang and it was Kayla.

"Hi, Kayla, uh, what time is it?" I grumbled.

"Eight-fifteen, sleepyhead. Would you do me a favor?"

"Uh, sure, whatever, you know that."

"Come downstairs and let me in your front door?"

I jumped up and ran down the stairs and jerked the door open. There was my best-ever friend standing there with her cellphone to her ear looking so pretty in the morning sun.

"Can I come in, Todd, or do I have to stay out here?"

"Oh, geez, sorry. Sure," and I moved aside for her to come in the house.

"I was in bed, sorry," I mumbled.

"Yes, I figured. I watched your parents leave a bit ago, then waited."

"Waited?"

"Waited to call you. To see if I could join you in bed," she said grinning from ear to ear.

"You really mean it, that we, well, that..." I stammered.

"I want you to make love to me, Todd. Do I have to beg?" she said as she pulled me up the stairs to my bedroom.

"You've already seen me naked, I guess maybe it's old hat now, huh?" she said as she pulled off her tee and reached back to loosen her bra as it slid off her arms.

"You are so beautiful, Kayla, just incredible," I exclaimed as she pulled down her shorts and took off her little thong panties that were wet underneath.

She stood there smiling at me, so beautiful, so sexy, I was just in heaven.

"Well, Todd, I'm waiting to see that lovely penis of yours. Can you sometime or other get your briefs off?"

"Oh, sorry" I stumbled and I whipped them down as fast as I could.

"Mmm, thanks, there's that wonderful dick of yours again. This time, though, it's going to cum right in here," as she patted her abdomen. "Come on," and she jumped into my bed and held her arms out for me. "By the way, I'm on the pill so it's okay. No worry about that."

"First, I know what I want to do, Kayla," and I got on the bed as she lay down and I got between her legs while she spread open, showing me her pretty pussy again, wet and pink again, now open for me to enter.

I leaned up on my hands and knees and kissed her, then rose up and moved down and kissed her right in the middle of her slit. She knew then, of course, where I was headed and she widened even more.

As I began to lick on her pussy, I felt how soft and smooth it was, she must have just shaved it this morning, I know how nice my own face feels right after I've shaved. And she was really wet, as soon as I licked her moisture away, there was more.

I licked and licked and Kayla began squirming and softly moaning.

"Mmm, Todd, oh, this feels so good. I've never had a boy do this before, oh, it's wonderful."

It was wonderful for me, too, I could just lay here between her legs and lick her forever. Her pussy was so plump and sexy, I moved my fingers up to ease her open and poked my tongue inside and jiggled it up and down.

"Oh, Todd, oooh, that's gonna make me cum, mmm, oh, oh."

I began flicking my tongue around as I held her gently open and her hands came down and gripped my head as I felt her tremble.

"Oh, OH, OH, OH, AYYE, AYYE, AYYE, EUUGH, EUUGH, uhh, mmm, oh, Todd, oh you make me feel so wonderful. Oh, can you do it, I really want us to make love, I want you inside me," she pleaded as I got up and held my dick steady as I pressed up against her slit and pushed.

I pressed again and could feel about half of me, maybe more, go up inside her. I knew that once I was in, that I wanted to go back and forth and when I began, oh, the feeling was exquisite.

"Kayla, oh, this feels so good, I'm so glad it's you, you and me, I...I really want you to be my girlfriend. I know it's a big change but, well?"

"Oh, Todd, I want it, too, yes, we're great friends but, well, look, we're pretty good lovers, too, aren't we?"

"So, we're boyfriend and girlfriend, more than best friends?" I asked as I moved back and forth.

"I think maybe with us doing what we're doing right now, we might want to consider ourselves going steady, don't you?" she snickered.

She lifted her legs up over me and started to twirl her butt around under me as I went in and out of her, the addition of her movement was just wonderful.

"Mmm, oh, Kayla, that feels even better. Mmm, you're gonna make me cum doing that, it's so good."

"I've watched you cum three times now and it's been really exciting. I can't wait until you do it inside me. That's what I really want."

"I think that's just what you're going to get and it's gonna be soon."

"Mmm, any time, lover boy, any time," she moaned as she kept moving around under me.

I was looking down at this absolutely gorgeous girl under me now wondering why I hadn't made a move to do this four or five years ago when she started developing this wondrous body of hers. I could have, of course, but I just never did. But, now, well, now, I was up over her, she was beautifully naked and my dick was just about to cum inside her for the first time ever. But I just knew it wasn't going to be the last time.

"Mmm, mmm, I'm really close," I murmured as I was flooded with the most delicious pleasure.

"Oh, uh, I am, too, so close, oh, I'm...uhn, UHN, UHN, UHN, UH, uh, mmm, mmm," she groaned as I felt my cock swell and begin spurting into her so wonderfully deep inside.

"Uh, UH, UH, UH, uh, mmm, oh, Kayla, I love you, Kayla, I love you so much," and I fell over her kissing her all over her face and neck; it was just so wonderful, the peak moment of my life. I lay there over her, us holding each other tightly as the feelings swept over us.

"That was wonderful, really wonderful, Kayla."

"Did you mean that?" she asked softly.




More Than Friends After All



"Oh, yes, it was wonderful, so wonderful."

"No, what you said before...that you love me?"

I did say it, yes, it just came gushing out, just like my cum, but, well, I did mean it, yes, I do love her, yes I did love her in the way a man loves a woman.

"Yes, Kayla, I love you so much, with all my heart. I want us to be steadies and, well, I want to be with you the rest of my life."

I raised up to look at her as tears trickled out the corners of her eyes.

"Thank you, Todd, I love you, too, and want to be with you the rest of my life."

We made love again, this time, nice and slow, enjoying each other and then we had some breakfast and had a nice shower together. It was there that I fell in love again, this time with the luxurious feel of a girl's wet, soapy skin. Was I hard. And did she get it clean.

We spent almost all the rest of our day together in my bed. We made love five times that day, though that is not a record for us. We also found that we loved having oral sex together and that she sucked me like an angel.

I would often lay with my head nestled in her arm, sucking her nipple and if I did it long enough, she would begin to whimper and then have an orgasm. I loved doing that. Still do.

It was about a week later when, as we lay together after making love, Kayla told me why she took me to the nude beach that day. She knew she loved me and just wanted some way to get the two of us to have sex, then she knew I'd realize it, too. She's so smart.

We are still friends, of course, and we're now lovers, as well. We couldn't be happier.



More Than Friends Ch. 01



A note to the observant: Almost all city names are false; they were taken from a variety of fantasy sources. All characters are based on real people, so it is no coincidence that they are the strongest part of the story. Names, and sometimes personality and personal history, have been modified to protect the innocent. The events of this story, however, are complete fiction.

This story is dedicated to its inspirer and female lead, the 'real' Heather. I have not seen her in over a decade. Wherever you are, I hope the rising sun finds you happy each day.

When I heard the message on my machine, I kinda had a hunch. "Uh, hi, Colin, this is Heather, please give me a call," and then this little hiccup which really made me think she was crying. When you've known someone for ten or twelve years, you get a sense of what they sound like. Plus, the message hit my voicemail at 3 PM, which is not when she normally calls me.

Unfortunately, quite some hours had passed since then. It was now 7 PM. When you're an active freshman in college and it's the near the end of spring quarter, schedules can get pretty hectic. I hoped it hadn't been anything terribly important.

"Hello, this is Colin, may I speak to Heather please."

Without preamble, Heather said, "Jason broke up with me."

Oh, shit. It had been something important.

"What, just now," I said, clutching the handset.

"Yeah," Heather said. "I called you the moment I got home."

I winced. Okay, four hours had passed, not a great response time for someone who's supposed to be a best friend. Unfortunately, it couldn't have been any faster. I am not gonna get caught in that stupid cell-phone thing. My life isn't that complicated yet. ...Is it?

"Why'd he do it," I asked.

"It was some really stupid reason," Heather told me. She shifted into an oafish, slurring voice for an imitation. "Something like, 'Oh, you're not smart enough for me, you don't agree with me, you suck.'" Sadly, her impression wasn't very far off.

I frowned. Jason Bishop had that rare combination of good looks, athletic ability and brains, and his name had settled at the top of most of the lists people really look at in high school. He was now a freshman at Stanford University. His redeeming (or fatal) character flaws were an extreme vanity and a habit of lashing out rather viciously at anyone who crossed him. But Heather had known this going into the relationship.

"Well, if he's gonna be such an asshole," I said, "it's just as well you got out of there, right?"

She didn't say anything. She had got out of there--but clearly it hadn't been fast enough.

Abruptly Heather said: "Can I come over?"

I blinked. "Sure, I'm not doing anything tonight except homework." Yeah, homework on a Friday night. I am such an exciting person. "I doubt my roommate will mind. Oh, wait, he already went home." My roommate's trips home are rare because he lives two hours away. Heather, on the other hand, lives in Nibelheim, which is weird because when my family moved to Saldaea Heights, hers followed me to the next city over within a few years. And both of those cities are about twenty minutes away from Keld, so me visiting home, or Heather and Adam and Lindsay visiting me, is pretty common.

"All right, I'll come over," Heather said. She didn't sound sad; she sounded angry. That was fine with me. Anger's a little easier to deal with.

"Don't run someone off the road," I said, only half-joking.

"Let's pray," Heather gritted.

I puttered around for half an hour, waiting for her to show up: checked my e-mail and the various websites I read, that sort of thing. The clock moved erratically: one minute I'd look and it'd be 7:43; then I'd look back, thinking it had been twenty minutes and she should be here by now, only to discover it was only 7:44. And then randomly losing five minutes while I waited for a site to load--what was going on? If I didn't know better, I'd swear someone was fooling with the space-time continuum. Or maybe I was just really distracted.

Part of it is Heather. She's my oldest friend. I've known her since the first grade. My next-oldest friend, incidentally, I met in third grade, and ever since then it's been Colin, Heather and Adam, more or less inseparable. Like seeks like, they say, and they're right; all three of us were of similar mindsets concerning studying, teachers, whether to obey rules or not, that sort of thing. But after sixth grade, we split up--Heather's mom got a job transfer to Sacramento or something, and I moved to Saldaea Heights and a new junior high while Adam stayed in Guardia. It took until early high school for us to reunite. Adam called me up with the news, and I hightailed it over as fast as I could.

See, the thing is: I'm in love with Heather.

I'm honestly no longer sure if she knows this. She did in elementary school, because I wore my emotions on my sleeve back then, with all the naivete of the young. I know she trusted me back then, because we were each other's first kiss; she had seen people doing it on television and wanted to see what the big deal was. But then again, maybe I was just the nearest gullible sap to hand. When you're talking about Colin Anthony Watson, the answer is never clear. (For the record, I didn't think that kissing stuff was all that cool. What can I say, we were in second grade.)

But then that fateful first day of seventh grade rolled around, and she was gone, and didn't come back for a while. And when she did, she was changed. Her long golden hair was cut short and ragged, and she had several piercings on each ear, and her clothes were so small that seemed to have been designed for Barbie dolls. For a while, I didn't recognize her.

Heather was the product of a single-parent home, a mother who spent her days working minimum-wage jobs trying to keep food on the table and clothes on the backs of her two daughters, of which Heather was the oldest. Heather's father had divorced the family before I met her. Heather had the brains she needed to do just about anything, but endless afternoons staring at the television had left their mark. It doesn't help that she is practically the American stereotype of feminine perfection--blonde hair, blue eyes, perfect figure, the works. During high school she and Adam had a lot in common--they were both up on the trends, both fans of MTV, both knew who Pamela Anderson was... What, don't look at me like that! I had other concerns. And other people to drool over, for that matter; someone I could actually reach out and touch, as opposed to staring at through the glass wall of a television screen. But that, of course, depended on me getting the courage up to talk to her. And also whether Heather would come back into my life or not.

It was somewhat dismaying to watch them spiraling into pop culture like that. I figured Adam would come back to his senses eventually, but Heather was another matter; it quickly became clear that she was actually interested in that stuff. I didn't get it--never have--so what was surprising was that she came back to me in the first place. After all, I was something like the complete antithesis of trendy hip culture--the Antichrist of the boyband craze. What did she find interesting in me? To this day, I'm still not quite sure, but I'm glad she came back.

I didn't recognize her, and she didn't recognize me. For a while we had almost nothing in common. She certainly didn't seeme as as dating material. But as the years wore on her choice in men became more and more stable--don't get me wrong; Jason Bishop can be an ass, but when he isn't drooling over his reflection in a mirror, he can be quite a lot of fun to be around--and she gradually severed her ties with that whole mainstream culture thing. I'm glad. In my opinion, mainstream culture is nothing but a substitute identity for those who don't feel like they can have one of their own. Heather is definitely not one of those people. We have come to recognize each other again.

And here she was now, the product of twenty years of learning and conditioning, lighting up my phone.

I picked it up. "Domino's Pizza, this is Colin, how can I help you?" I have no idea why I said that.

"Hi, can I get a large opening in your dorm's front door, with pepperoni, bell peppers and extra cheese?"

"Hiya Heather. Coming right down." Three flights of stairs, then a door.

I imagine most colleges have something like this: you have to swipe your ID card at the door to get into the dorms. If you don't have one, you don't get in, and the RAs don't let you in either. We've had cases of telemarketers actually going door-to-door down the hallways (guess they aren't telemarketers anymore), not to mention perverts trying to sneak into the girls's bathroom, so you have to let yourself in. Or get someone to let you in.

I saw my own reflection in the glass-paned door for a scant second: tall, thin, almost spindly, with dark hair and glasses. I've worn glasses since I was seven. Heather always thought they were cute. Some people find me handsome. More find me engaging. I know I'm not a looker, so I've tried to make myself into an interesting person.

My reflection dissolved as I opened the door. Heather, on the other hand--now there's a woman who doesn't need to concentrate on her personality. She's beautiful. She was wearing a plain white T-shirt and jeans, and no makeup that I could see, nor any of those ridiculous shove-your-boobs-in-my-face bras I had seen her wear on dates. Her hair came down to the small of her back; she had it loosely gathered, and it sang in the early May sunset. I was glad she had not bothered to primp herself up; I like the natural look on people. A lot of the makeup people wear nowadays looks ridiculous, and let's not even start on what they try to do with their breasts. Breasts were actually Heather's sore point; she thought hers were too small. The fact that they fit her frame perfectly, and that her real beauty was in the expressiveness of her face, the warmth of her smile, did not mitigate her longing for a taller letter of the alphabet on her bra size. Oh well; that's what today's standards have lead us to expect. I mean, look at online pornography. If you're a woman and you haven't got at least a 47-billion-DD cup size, you'll never be photographed. Or written about, for that matter.

Of course, this is not to say that Heather is an airhead. On the contrary. She wasn't always interested in academics--her first SAT score was about a 980--but once she realized she'd need academics to get anywhere, it skyrocketed past 1400. She and Adam and I have all been in honors and advanced classes, both together and apart. That's part of why I like her; instead of falling back on her appearances, she's gone out and made a person out of herself.

"Hi," I said.

"Hi," she said.

"Do you wanna come up, or..."

"Have you had dinner yet," she asked.

I shook my head. "Cafeteria?"

She shrugged. "Sure, why not."

I stepped outside and we set off for the cafeteria. "I'll spring."

Heather looked at me. "I can pay for myself."

"Trust me," I said, "it's faster. You know how we swipe our ID cards to pay, right? Well, you have no idea how much it holds up the line when people pay with cash."

She smiled.

We sat at one of the smaller side tables, she with her salad and I with a pasta entree. Hers was so small that she was finished practically before I got started. "You know, you can eat more than that if you want," I said. Some girls think they have to eat less than the guys sitting near them. I don't hold with that for a second.

"I'm watching my weight," Heather said.

I rolled my eyes. "Heather, you look fine. You know people were looking at you when we came in. There is absolutely nothing wrong with your figure. You're beautiful."

Heather looked at me strangely, and I suddenly wondered if I had said too much. Especially when she asked me, "Do you mean that?"

Not, "Oh, right, I'm so hot;" not "Yeah, yeah, I'm beautiful." "Do you mean that?" With a direct gaze and nary a trace of frivolity about her voice.

I'll tell you a secret: I love Heather Elizabeth Norwellyn. I'm not just in love with her, I love her. How's that for tripping over your feet.

I looked away for a second, and in that instant, decided to be honest. "Yes, I do," I said. "You've always been beautiful, Heather, even from day one. When I walked into that classroom the first day of first grade, you were the prettiest person there."

It's not that I lust after her, because I've gotten over that. Mostly gotten over that. I realized it when she came back during high school, when I would look over at her on our infrequent weekend visits (we all went to different high schools) and think about how much she'd changed, and how much I hoped she wasn't making a mistake that would hurt her. And that I was worried, but never gave up hope that she'd be able to find herself.

Heather smiled at me. "Thanks, Colin." A teasing light entered her eyes. "You were kind of pretty yourself, that first day."

I gave her a twisted grin. "Oh, right. Pudgy little me, the shortest kid in the class, tripping over my own shoelaces and never having any idea of how to shut up."

She laughed. "God, do you remember those days? Things were so much simpler then."

I nodded. I didn't think they had been any easier, but they certainly were less complex. "Yeah. The only thing I had to worry about was whether Jeffrey would flatten me at recess."

"I remember him!" Heather said. "He always reminded me of that one guy you see on T-shirt logos--you know, the one with the muscles and the short flat haircut and the glare?"

"That's him exactly," I said, giggling. "I wonder where he is nowadays."

"Oh, who knows," Heather said, her smile shining brilliantly. "Maybe in the military or something. Takin' it to those Al Qaeda terrorists, or something like that."

I rolled my eyes and ate more pasta.

"Do you remember," she said, and now her voice was soft and introspective. "Do you remember that time we kissed on the bus?"

I blinked at her, startled. She rarely ever mentioned that incident, despite how thoroughly it embarrassed me--which she loved to do--and in her current emotional climate, I had no idea what was going through her head. "Yeah," I said carefully, "I do. Second grade, right?"

She nodded. "I thought I was so grown-up, doing that. I was trying so hard to be grown-up." Her eyes suddenly focused on me. "What did you think?"

"Of what?" I asked guardedly.

"Of the kisses, silly," she said, smiling.

"Oh. Uh." Well. What was there to say? "We were kids. We didn't know what we were doing. Even at the time, I kinda didn't get it." Didn't get it was an understatement. I sat in the school bus with my backpack sticking out into the aisle, looking at her and wondering exactly what this lips-on-lips thing was supposed to mean. At the age of seven, my television exposure was mostly limited to Sesame Street, so I may not have even known what kissing was. Unless I had seen it in a Disney movie or something. I was not the most knowledgeable of persons. Though, ironically, I had already discovered masturbation. Now that I think of it, I had some weird developmental patterns.

Breaking out of my mental tangent, I took in her expression: at once impassive and slightly hurt. "What," I asked quietly, "you were hoping that those kisses had changed my life or something? Honestly, Heather, how likely would that have been, with us being in second grade? No one knows how to kiss at that point. I mean, you asked me to try it out with you. Remember?"

"Clearly I didn't learn a whole lot, or maybe Jason would still be with me," she said darkly.

"Oh, come on," I said gently. "You know that's not true."

We walked back to my dorm in silence. Heather didn't seem inclined to talk, but I had a question I needed answered. "Do you have a curfew?"

She shook her head. "No, I just have to call my mom before twelve and tell her where I am and where I'll be. She's pretty lax about these things. I've stayed over at boyfriends's houses a couple of times."

I didn't say anything. I knew what went on when a couple spent the night together.

Heather looked over at me. "What," she said. "Are you jealous?"

My face squirmed.

"Oh, come on," she said. "It's not like you haven't--"

"No," I said, "I haven't."

She seemed genuinely surprised. "Really?"

"I used to date Jane, remember," I said. "She wouldn't open up if we were the last two people on Earth." Jane and I were close, but love, whether real or pretended, doesn't help when one person doesn't want the relationship to go anywhere, emotionally, physically or otherwise.

"What about that other girl, what's her name--"

"Selena? We only dated for a month. You know the kind of people I like: they tend to be responsible. They don't jump in bed just like that."

"That's true," Heather said. She shook her head. "I'm just surprised, is all."

My lips twitched in a not-quite smile.

"You're not bitter," she asked.

I sighed. "Well, what can I do? It sucks, but that doesn't make it change."

"Just find somebody and get laid," Heather suggested.

"That's not what I'm looking for," I said. "I could do that. I thought about it when I first got to college, and I decided not to. Sex is sex, it's boring. I've been masturbating all my life, it's not anything new. I do it maybe..." I cut off. We were entering the building. I wasn't exactly planning to give the RAs a rundown of my sexual proclivities.

When we entered the elevator, I finished: "I want to be in love with somebody. And then have sex with them."

Heather just looked at me, an unreadable look, and said nothing until the elevator stopped at my floor. Then she said: "You sound like a girl."

I gave her a humorless smile. "That's my specialty."

I've always been an odd one, and the latest in the line is this: I have a lot of distinctly feminine traits. I'm not very interested in sex, I want an emotional commitment when I date somebody, I'm quite sensitive to how people feel... Hell, I'm a psychology major, the ultimate touchy-feely occupation. Thankfully, I'm in college now, and people seem to accept you without much question once you reach that age. Maturity? Indifference? I don't care, as long as it stops people from beating up on me.

When we got to my room, she checked her e-mail on my computer, looking for something from Jason. There was nothing. She surrendered the keyboard to me, and I floated aimlessly around cyberspace for a short time, having nothing to do. Dorm rooms are not generally stocked with provisions to occupy more than one person, especially when you left your TV at home like I did. What? I spend most of my time on the computer anyway, who would need it?

There is, of course, the bed, but we're not counting that. Nor are we counting how I'd like to get Heather into mine some day. Seeing as how I love her and all. And it'd be okay if she didn't want to have sex. You know what would be nice? Someone to just hold all night. Another living, breathing presence beside me, whom I could count on to be there in the morning.

One of the basic facts about my life is that I have always, always, always felt myself to be completely alone. This has nothing really to do with how many people are in the room with me; it has more to do with how often I have been singled out by groups and people. It also has to do with how nobody has ever found me important enough to visit at odd hours, just because they felt like it; or buy gifts for, for the same reason; or, well, or to have sex with me. Twisted logic, I know, but hey--I'm a college student. I'm allowed some leeway in the logic department.




More than Friends: Ch. 01



Note: This story has very little sex and this chapter has none. 

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Janice adored Yvonne. Though they were only cousins they were as close as any real sisters could be. Yvonne was older than Janice by only two years but she was almost half a foot taller and much worldlier than any other twelve year old Janice knew. In every way she could think of she looked up to Yvonne who was bright and energetic and always ready for another adventure. 

The two girls lived next door to each other- their yards separated by a little side gate that was never locked so that the girls could move freely between the two houses. Their fathers who were brothers were glad to see their daughters grow so close and bond together. Both families had tried for another child and had failed. It felt as if fate wished that these two girls be brought up sisters. 

When Janice was a little over nine, her mother passed away in a car accident. She was on her way home when her car was slammed into by a drunken truck driver. The crash was so bad that the service needed to be a closed casket one. Losing her mother was bad, not being able to say goodbye to her felt worse. Yvonne's mother treated Janice as one of her own and a second bed was put in Yvonne's bedroom for the times that Janice wished to stay over.

The girls were inseparable even though they were dissimilar- Yvonne was constantly seeking ways of getting into mischief while the slightly younger Janice always tried to be the voice of reason knowing well enough that once Yvonne made up her mind to do something she, Janice, would end up being an accomplice if for no other reason than to make sure that Yvonne wouldn't get herself into even more trouble than expected. For ten years the girls were the best of friends and the closest of sisters with no one else between them. That was till Edward Dupont moved into their neighbourhood.

Edward's parents had left France after having lived there for fifteen years and moved to their city when his father got a promotion on the condition that he would manage sales and distribution for their New York sector. They bought the largest house in their neighbourhood and quickly settled into the community that was eager to accommodate someone of their wealth and standing. 

While the parents got into the suburban rhythm like they'd always lived there an awkward and gangly fourteen year old Edward struggled all the time. Even though his parents were American having lived in France all his life his English sounded odd to the other kids who thought he was being pretentious. His choice of clothes and music didn't help his popularity much either. Failing to make any friends even after a month he drew within himself and started staying aloof and by himself while desperately longing for some friends. His parents weren't too concerned with his behaviour; they figured his brooding was just a part of being a teenager.

One day when Edward was walking home from school he decided to try a different route that would take him longer to reach home. As he was walking past one of the yards his ears perked at the sound of kids yelling. He turned round the corner to see a couple of kids standing around two girls. One of them defensively stood in front of the other who was clinging to the taller girl and whimpering. 

"Give it back, you asshole." The girl in front yelled to the groups. She was almost as tall as Edward but possessed none of his awkwardness in her stance. She looked spectacular with her bright blue eyes blazing in fury and her dirty blonde curls flying about her face. 

"Sure," said one of the boys from the group and opened a box and began tossing its contents across the yard. Edward was unable to tell what had been tossed out but it must've belonged to the younger dark haired girl because she scrambled to her knees searching for parts of her collection amongst the fall leaves. The kids watched her and laughed as they began to disperse.

Edward watched in awe as the tall girl chased after the offending boy and flung herself at him. Taken by surprise the boy went down and had to deal with a wild girl sitting on his back pulling at his short hair. No one appeared to want to intervene and help the boy out. Within minutes they could all hear him begging to be spared. Afraid that she may accidentally cause some serious damage Edward intervened. 

"I think he's had enough now." He said to the bright eyed girl and held out his hand to her. "I think we should go help your friend instead."

The girl squinted at him and then at her friend on her knees. She must've recognised the soundness of his argument for she took his hand and hauled herself up. She leaned towards the boy still on the ground and said, "If you ever act like a shithead to Janice again I will beat the shit outta you."

Edward tugged on the blonde's hand, which was still firmly placed within his own, to direct her attention to her friend. 

"What happened here?" he asked as the other kids scrambled off and they joined the younger girl who was sitting almost as if in shock.

"Those asswipes grabbed Jan's box and tossed the stuff out. Didn't you see?" the blonde asked him annoyed with his poor observation skills.

"I couldn't tell what it was."

"Shells." The younger girl stated blankly.

"Shells?" 

"Yes shells." Replied the blonde sounding further annoyed.

"Can't you just look for new shells the next time you're at the beach?"

His question made the younger girl burst into tears. He was smart enough to realise that the shells meant something special to the little girl for her to respond the way she did. He approached her and placed his hand on her shoulder in a reassuring manner.

"Can you describe them to me, so I can help you look for them?"

The little girl nodded through her tears and smiled at him before she began to describe each of the eight pieces. Over the next two hours they combed over the yard and left no leaf or stone unturned while the searched for the shells. They worked in silence and he turned to watch the blonde every few minutes. Edward was smitten; he hadn't seen a prettier girl before.

"Thank you!" the little girl said when they'd found every piece of her precious collection and hugged Edward's legs. "I'm Janice by the way and that's Yvonne."

"Hello. I'm Edward."

"Hey, aren't you that new kid who moved here from France?" asked Yvonne. 

"Yes."

"I heard French women don't shave their pits." said Yvonne proudly displaying her knowledge of all matters worldly. 

Janice eyes went wide and she looked at Edward to confirm if this was a fact. He shrugged his shoulders. "I wouldn't know."

"I do. I saw it on the TV." Yvonne stated confidently.

"So why were those kids bugging you?"

"Because that's what insects do-"

Janice interrupted, "Because we don't like to join in with the other kids. We prefer to play on our own and they find it easier to pick on me because I'm smaller."

Edward was noticing that while Janice appeared to be the younger of the two she seemed more sensible than even girls his age.

"Those shells matter a lot to you?"

"Yes." She replied simply and got teary eyed again. Yvonne put her arms around Janice and cuddled her in a motherly fashion.

"They remind her of her mom." 

Janice looked up at Edward from the comforting embrace of Yvonne's arms.

"My mom and I would collect these shells at the beach during our summer holidays and I always got to bring back my favourite piece. Eight shells for eight summers." She couldn't continue so she closed her eyes and nestled against Yvonne once more.

"Her mom passed away." Yvonne mouthed by way of explanation to Edward.

"Why don't you make a bracelet out of those shells so you can't lose them easily?" 

Janice looked up at him. He took it as a good sign that she was no longer crying. 

"I can help you make it if you like."

"I'd love it Eddie!" the little girl said and flung herself around his legs once more.

From that moment on Edward became Eddie for the girls and that is how they would always refer to him.

"If you have time we can head over to my place now."

"I'll race you to it." said Yvonne as she elbowed Edward and ran past him. It took a moment for him to catch his breath. He checked with Janice to make sure she was okay with catching up to them on her own and then took off after Yvonne.

Janice walked behind them and watched them sprint ahead. She could tell that with Edward in their midst things would forever change.

*****

During the course of the next few months the three kids became close friends. From the very day she first met him Janice had decided that she liked Edward. He helped her find her shells and make a bracelet out of them so that she could wear it and have a reminder of her mother with her all the time. He also protected her from bullies which sometimes included Yvonne with her crazy ideas for adventure. 

Yvonne was happy to have a new accomplice who was more physically suited for the energetic games she would come up with. As much as she loved Janice she knew that Janice did often slow her down. She also liked that Edward wasn't like the other boys who thought girls were only meant to play with dolls. And when he lost in a race against her he never said that he let her win just because she was a girl.

Edward managed to find the perfect compromise between Yvonne's crazy ideas for adventure and Janice's need to exercise caution. So the kids were usually up to no good without ever getting into any real trouble. Edward realised that having two younger girls for friends was better than none at all and he had to admit that he'd never had such daredevils for friends even amongst the boys. 

Over the course of the next couple of years the friendship between the three kids survived despite the age difference; they grew up but not apart despite the difference in their ages. Yvonne grew prettier and Janice more serious, but she was still treated like the baby of the group because she didn't appear to have grown at all. Edward managed to gain some muscle so he no longer looked as awkward as he once did. A fact that Yvonne and Janice mercilessly teased him for when some of the girls at school asked them about their cute friend. To the girls he was just their dependable friend Eddie.

The three friends shared all their secrets- mostly because Yvonne wouldn't have it any other way and would sit on the chest of anyone she suspected of withholding information. That was how Yvonne and Janice learnt that Edward thought Yvonne was the prettiest and toughest girl he'd ever known. He told her that he'd be sweet on her if he wasn't afraid of the beating that would earn him. 

Things changed for the friends when Edward's parents decided he was too old for his playmates but the right age for prep school. Arrangements were made and soon Edward found himself in the midst of a teary farewell with the only two people he considered to be his real friends in Syracuse. 

"Bye Eddie." wept Janice hugging his hips. She wasn't tall enough yet to give him a proper hug. He knelt down so he could hug her and then petted her hair.

"This is such an asshole thing to do Eddie." pouted Yvonne.

"Not like I was given a choice, Yves." 

Yves was the name Edward had taken to calling Yvonne.

"Well, you could run away," said Yvonne defiantly, "we could hide you in that grotto down by the lake."

Edward knew Yvonne well enough to know that making up crazy schemes was part of her defence mechanism.

"Or I could go to school and you could call me anytime you felt like talking?"

"Yeah. Whatever." She said and punched his arm- her way of resigning to a situation.

"I'm going away but I expect to hear all the stories about what you two have been up to. Promise you'll write so I don't get bored all by myself in that place."

Both the girls nodded heartily even though Edward was only looking at Yvonne when he spoke.

*****

The prep school picked out for Edward was an all boys boarding school which was strict about a number of rules- one of which was phone privileges. Students were not allowed to have cell phones. They were allowed to call their home or receive calls from their family but no one else. Edward still managed to speak to the girls a couple of times when they visited his parents and asked them to call him but the only line of communication between them now was in the form of letters. 

At first Janice and Yvonne jointly composed the letters that were sent to Edward. After a few months Yvonne stated that she since Janice's penmanship was better she should write while Yvonne would dictate. Before the year was over Yvonne grew tired of it all. She had no time writing about her last adventure when she really needed to plan the next one, she told Janice. 

Janice knew Edward was lonely and by his own admission had always been sweet on Yvonne. She knew he would be hurt if he discovered that she no longer had the inclination to keep in touch. So she continued t write to him leading him to believe that he was still corresponding with Yvonne. 

With the passage of time Janice discovered she felt freer talking about herself and her life while she was pretending to be Yvonne than she ever did as herself. Her letters soon became a diary of sorts where she shared her hopes, dreams and fears without any caution. She also wrote to him about Janice so that Edward was just as informed about both his friends. She and Edward forged the kind of friendship that would survive the test of time- they were both confident of this.

When they both got access to computers their mode of contact changed from letters to emails. It seemed like they would never run out of things to say to each other. In the meanwhile Edward went from prep school to college. Edward spent his holidays on vacation with his parents so he never got to return home again. But it didn't bother him because the mails made him feel like he was still there with the girls.

As the years passed on there were many occasions when Janice thought of telling Edward the truth- that it had been her all the years- but she always ended up talking herself out of it. They were pen pals now and unlikely to ever cross paths in real life. Their relationship though close was and had always been strictly platonic. She didn't see the point in hurting his feelings by coming clean to him. He thought it was Yvonne and it was a harmless fantasy to play into, she thought. 

Edward found it easier to write to Yvonne about his anxieties rather than any of his school friends. So whether it was related to his apprehensions about which college to get into or his first date with a girl he'd had a crush on for months, he would write and tell Yvonne about it just as easily as he could tell her what he was craving for lunch. After all the years of them writing back and forth sharing details of his life with her just felt natural to hm. He knew that he could depend on her to listen and to offer him reassurance when needed. He hoped nothing would ever change between them.

Yvonne was aware that Janice had stayed in touch with their childhood friend over the years. But she was unaware of the deception. They would sometimes talk about what Eddie must be up to and how weird it would be for them to meet again after they were all grown up, but, she never showed any interest in actually contacting Edward; she'd outgrown that relationship long ago. 

Yvonne knew her skills would be best put to use in event planning. She was accepted for the program at Florida State however during the three days that she spent there when she went to check out the campus she realised for the first time how much having Janice around mattered to her. She decided she was not ready to be separated yet and enrolled for the program at Syracuse University. When Janice asked her about her odd choice she told her that her adventures seemed dull without her faithful sidekick.

During the two years Yvonne was at college she and Janice didn't spend as much time together as they used to and a change seemed to come about in Janice's personality. Out of Yvonne's shadow Janice became more acquainted with herself. She learnt more about her personal likes and dislikes and developed her own distinct style. She didn't hold Yvonne responsible for her previous choices as they had never been forced on her, she had just always preferred to take the lazy route by following Yvonne's lead rather than making her own choices. 

Both girls started dating around the same time. The boys always seemed to notice Yvonne first while Janice would get stuck with the friend of Yvonne's date. Yet she never resented Yvonne for her beauty- she was too much in awe of her free spirit to feel aggrieved that nature had chosen to be so generous with her. 

When it was time to go to college Janice was accepted for the undergraduate architecture program at Cornell University which was rated as one of the best. Yvonne was even more excited at Janice's acceptance because Ithaca was only an hour's drive for her which meant that she could easily visit whenever she liked.

*****

While Janice and Yvonne were still in college Edward was trying to make it as an analyst in the world of investment banking. He was living in Chicago and hating it for reasons he couldn't pin point. The nature of his work was highly competitive and stress inducing and he was glad for Yvonne who was always there for him when he needed to vent. The problem was that he longer had the time to compose mails that would express his frustrations. He began to wonder about why in all the years they never tried to call each other or make more of their relationship. 

*****

Yvonne had almost finished college and wanted out of Syracuse. She couldn't decide on whether she wished to make her career in LA or New York so she let fate chose for her. She applied for jobs in both cities as well as Philadelphia. She wasn't really serious about Philadelphia and only thought of the city because she knew that Janice aspired to go work at one of the top architectural firms which had their headquarters there. When at the end of a month long search she observed that the best offers she received were coming out of Philly, she convinced herself that she would follow fate's lead on this adventure.

Yvonne's parents as well as Janice was surprised with Yvonne's decision to move to Philadelphia not because it wasn't a good offer but because they had never heard her show any interest in the place right till the time she announced that she was moving. When Janice wrote to Edward telling him the news he seemed surprised too. It was odd how despite them sharing as much as they did Yvonne continued to remain unpredictable to him while it felt like he could always sense Janice's moves even though he only knew her now through Yvonne's words.

*****

Janice was thrilled when she got accepted to complete the first year of her internship program at a prestigious firm in France. She wasn't certain of her chances and had spoken to no one about it when she applied. The money was lesser but the experience would be well worth it. She was excited to begin this new chapter in her life. She wanted to share her news with Edward but she was supposed to be Yvonne, the event planner in Philadelphia, as far as he was concerned. Her father, who had been withdrawn and a changed man since her mother's death didn't seem to care one way or the other for her news and even though Yvonne tried really hard to sound happy for her it was pretty obvious that she was pissed off about her decision. 

*****

"You gonna call regularly." said Yvonne.

Janice nodded.

"And you'll answer my calls no matter the hour."

She nodded again.

"You have to say it. Swear to me that you will answer any time I call."

"I swear, Yvonne, I will answer all your calls."




More than Friends: Ch. 01



"And you have to swear that you won't go native and stop shaving your pits."

Janice giggled.

"I'm serious Janice; being a virgin is bad enough you don't want to be a hairy one."

"I'm pretty sure no one is going to try to go down on my armpit."

"You never know what kind of kink those frenchies are into."

Janice knew that Yvonne was being silly and trying to make light of the situation.

"Alright Yvonne, I swear I won't stop shaving my pits. And I'll steer clear of any Frenchman sniffing at my armpits."

"Atta girl!" Yvonne said patting her on the back. "And you best not cheat on me while you're there."

"So you want me to stay a virgin?"

"Hey you can turn a slut for all I care. I mean don't cheat on me by making a new best friend because that role's already been taken."

Janice knew that this was Yvonne's way of confessing her feelings. She preferred to coat the truth with humour so that the other person couldn't tell how vulnerable she felt.

"Highly unlikely that there's gonna be anyone crazier than you." Janice wrapped her arms around Yvonne allowing her to rest her head on her shoulder.

"I'm gonna miss you."

"I know. It's just a year and you'll be really busy being the most successful planner in Philadelphia. Just you watch."

"That goes without saying."

"You should really try modesty sometimes." 

"In my line of work?" asked Yvonne leaning away from her a bit. "Nah. Clients love it when I'm cocky."

"This is the final boarding call for passengers Janice Walker and Fred Collins booked on flight 372A to Paris. Please proceed to gate 3 immediately. The final checks are being completed and the captain will order for the doors of the aircraft to close in approximately five minutes time. I repeat. This is the final boarding call for Janice Walker and Fred Collins. Thank you."

When Yvonne realised that Janice was moving to France and not Philadelphia she was upset and the sole consolation was that it was only for a year. She asked Janice to come stay with her for a while before it was time for her to leave for France. So after college Janice visited with her father for a few days and then packed her bags and went to live with Yvonne for a couple of weeks before leaving the country. The two friends stood in the visitors' lounge hugging each other. 

"Okay, I need to go now."

Reluctantly Yvonne let her friend leave. She stood there watching Janice till she was no longer in sight. Yvonne had discovered a while ago that Janice was her rock, the stabilizing force in her life. Boyfriends had come and gone but no one had managed to fulfil her emotional needs like Janice. She was going to have to work hard to trying to open herself up more to others because she couldn't force Janice's life to revolve around hers.

*****

Janice stared blankly at the mail on her computer.