2 comments/ 6468 views/ 0 favorites Platonic By: trashyfantasies "So we can still spend time together...just as friends?" she typed. "Yes. Completely platonic," Jason affirmed. "I know it will be difficult for you to resist my raw sex appeal..." "Me?" she replied indignantly. "I have self-control. You're the one who's going to find it difficult." "Oh please. You'll be begging me to fuck you." That was completely the wrong thing to say to Jennifer. She had never been one to back down from a challenge. "We'll see about that. I bet anything you like that you'll break first." It took a while for him to reply. Jennifer expected him to back down. But instead he wrote: "You're so cute when you're trying to be threatening." "Whatever. Whoever crosses the platonic line first is the loser." "What does the winner get?" He asked. "Bragging rights, of course." Jennifer spent the next week thinking about how to take him down a peg or two. And she intended to have some fun doing it. Their first "platonic" meeting was to be at a pool and that would be his undoing. The day finally arrived after weeks of anticipation. She parked her car and found him waiting at the entrance, tall and handsome and enigmatic as ever. He always made her pulse race. They hugged and she held on longer than was strictly necessary, enjoying the feel of his strong arms around her again. "I missed you," he said. "Let's go inside." The pools were geothermally heated and a regional tourist attraction. But they weren't too busy on a weekday. They found a lounger by the main outdoor pool and Jennifer nervously took off her voluminous cover-all. The chill Autumn air was a shock to her bare skin...and there was a lot of bare skin. She wore a skimpy floral bikini that was a size too small and didn't cover much of her backside. Her backside goose-pimpled in protest. Jason wolf-whistled behind her. "Nice bikini, " he said appreciatively. "This old thing?" she said impishly. She turned around and was startled to discover Jason had stripped too. He was standing there wearing nothing but a pair of black speedos that left little to the imagination. "You're blushing," he observed smugly. "Am not," she retorted. "Just...remembering." Remembering the tickle of his curly chest hair as she kissed a trail down to his navel and below. How she rested her head on his chest and listened to his heartbeat slow after a particularly energic round of lovemaking. He looked sad for a moment. "Let's get in the water before I suffer serious shrinkage here". Jennifer didn't need to be told twice. She slipped into the water and the luxurious heat made all the tension melt out of her muscles. She sat on a seat at the edge of the pool and Jason slipped in with a splash beside her. He leaned back and sighed in contentment. They sat shoulder-to-shoulder in companionable silence for a while. Jennifer watched the steam from the pool coil lazily around beams of morning sunlight. "This is nice," she said. "Maybe we can successfully be just friends." "Yes it is," he mused with his eyes closed. "Although, it would be even better if experienced in post-coital euphoria." "I knew you would break first," she exclaimed. "I'm not giving in," he protested. "Just sayin'." "Okay, you're right. This would be a good way to recover after sex," she said nochalantly. "I always got sore hamstrings after holding my feet above my head while you gave me a good pounding." Jennifer surreptitiously watched him out of the corner of her eye to see if her words had any effect. "And it would wash the smell of sex off your face and fingers after you gave me multiple orgasms. Jason didn't open his eyes but had a slightly pained expression on his face. Jennifer decided to be ruthless. "Remember how wet I always was for you? And I would rub that wetness all over your cock," she sighed dreamily. Jason growled and pulled her into his lap. He covered her mouth with his hand. "Be quiet, brat". Jennifer grinned, not in the least cowed by him. She prised his hand off her mouth. "Just admit that I'm winning." "Rubbish," he said. "I haven't even started playing yet." His hands dipped into the water and he placed them on her stomach. Jennifer tried to suppress a thrill of excitement. The soft pale skin on her belly was very sensitive. "You're not allowed to touch me," she objected. "That isn't platonic!" "Of course it is," he murmured in her ear. "This isn't even first base. " While she was trying to formulate a response his hands caressed her belly creating gentle ripples of water. One hand moved upwards and she felt it brush the underside of her bikini top. "If you touch me there you lose," she warned him shakily. "I'm not going to touch anything naughty," he smirked. I'm just going to make you beg me to." "Huh. That's not going to work," she informed him. His finger unexpectedly brushed against the thin fabric covering her nipple. She jumped in surprise. "Hey!" "Oops," he said cheekily. "That was an accident." Jennifer peeled his hands away. "Behave yourself," she exclaimed. "There are other people in this pool too." "Yes, there are," he observed. "Bet if we were in a private pool you would be in my pants already." "Would not," she huffed. "I'm calling your bluff." Jennifer hauled herself out of the pool and went to book a private pool from reception. She didn't look around to see if Jason was following her but made sure to taunt him with a nice view of her backside. After she obtained a key he followed with their belongings. She noticed he had wrapped a towel around his waist, probably to cover the evidence of excitement. Part of her knew this was a really bad idea but there was no getting off the train now. The private pool was still outdoors but enclosed by a punga fence and had enough greenery to make it a really pleasant setting. Jennifer gratefully slipped into the water again. It was hotter than the main pool so she had to keep her torso out of the water to avoid overheating. As Jason jumped in she was very aware that her nipples were on proud display. "So...how's work going?" She casually asked. Jason gave her a penetrating look."You're nervous," he observed with a smile. "Am not. " "Now you're blushing. Don't try to change the subject." He leaned back against the edge and Jennifer fought the urge to check out his speedos again. They were barely below the surface of the water. "You want to risk talking about sex some more?" She asked him in a challenging tone. He shrugged. "Why not? Men are always thinking about it, after all. Even when with their friends." "Fine. Have you ever had sex in a spa pool?" She asked. Jason furrowed his curly-haired brow in concentration. "No, I don't believe I have. Have you?" "Yep, " Jennifer smiled. "It's not easy because the water washes away any natural lubricant. But vaseline works fine. " "Mmm, lube," he murmured. "Or you can just go for oral of course. The edge of this pool is just the right height that you could sit on the edge and I could give you a nice long blow job." She licked her lips and smiled. Jason groaned and reached down to adjust his swimsuit. "You really are a brat," he complained. Jennifer grinned. "You started this, remember." She could see him struggle to regain composure. He was cracking. She ran her hands up her own body and cupped her breasts. "My bikini top is too tight. Perhaps I could take it off in here. "Yes," Jason breathed with wide eyes. Then he caught himself. "No, don't you dare. " "Suit yourself, "she replied. They made pleasant small talk for a while. Jennifer decided not to push him any further. She had already made him suffer enough. But then he said: "You know, European friends greet each other with a kiss." "We're not European, " she pointed out. "But I learned French in school. Does that count? " Jennifer thought for a moment. "Maybe. I know a few words of Italian. Does that count?" "Definitely," he nodded. He glided through the water and closed the gap between them. Jennifer swallowed nervously and stood up to meet him. He leaned down to kiss her and enveloped her lips with his own. The acrid tang of the mineral water did not quite disguise the masculine scent of his skin, which was still familiar even after so long. She breathed in deeply and wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders. Without breaking the kiss he put his hands around her bottom and lifted her up to the edge of the pool. She could feel his rock hard cock pressing into her and the familiar ache of longing between her own legs. He smiled tenderly as she broke off the kiss. "You put your tongue in my mouth. " "It was an accident," she insisted. "We really aren't very good at this platonic thing, are we?" He asked wistfully. "Nope. I'm pretty sure that was at least second base in any country." His cock was still pressed against her pubic bone. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "Screw it, you win! " he said suddenly. "Unless you tell me to stop I'm going to fuck you right here and now." Jennifer stared at him wide-eyed, feeling full the burden of responsibility on her wet shoulders. Short-term hedonism versus what was best for the long term. She said... Author's note: how should this end? Post a comment with your vote :) Platonic Friend to Party Fodder Even though sleeping with my friend Katie was merely the culmination of one of the lowest points in my life, it turned out to be one of my most memorable sexual encounters. For years, we had been just platonic friends. Over time, I suspected that Katie was attracted to me, but that attraction was never mutual until one especially frigid night in February. That night, I let my guard down just long enough to enjoy an episode of surprisingly wild and passionate sex with a girl whom I failed to even notice sexually prior to that event. Katie wasn't the most attractive girl I'd banged but was cute nevertheless. She was a little thick -- not overweight, but thick -- and had pale skin with those rosy red cheeks I'd never found appealing. She also sported chin-length blond hair, and I was definitely a long-haired-brunette kind of guy. I'd actually never fucked a blond until Katie. To her credit, she did stand about 5'7", had bright blue eyes and a great smile, complete with pearly white teeth and luscious lips -- all traits that I'd found attractive even before I consented to screw her. Her sizable rack didn't hurt her cause by any means, giving an added bonus for a guy who was into banging more petite chicks. What had changed my mind about Katie were my personal circumstances during that point in my life. I had just been jerked around and led on for three months by a girl with whom I thought I'd have a meaningful, lasting relationship. The breakup was so abrupt and executed so poorly by my now-ex that it immediately plunged me into a near depression, and the stress of my job coupled with the unrelenting bitter weather during that season may have pushed me over that edge. Several good friends were there to support me during that stressful time, and Katie was one of those friends. In reality, I hadn't always gotten along with her perfectly, though; she was kind of selfish, immature and borderline annoying at times, but, in her defense, she was only 21 years old, significantly younger than I. I knew she'd grow up. Regardless, she was very sweet and encouraging throughout those couple weeks during which I struggled. Maybe it was my desperate need to do anything that made me feel better during that rough time (while remaining a responsible adult), but I began to see Katie differently. One day, I asked her if she wanted to hang out with me that coming Friday night. She happily agreed and followed up by asking if we'd be getting dinner. "Hey, what the hell," I said. "Let's make it a date." There were plenty of factors that easily could have made my first date with Katie a disaster. Work ran late, so it was already dark by the time I got home. The temperature was 6 F when I walked out to the car to make my way to the agreed-upon restaurant. It was so cold that I wanted nothing more than to go back inside my warm apartment and just avoid what I was expecting to be an awkward evening anyway. Finally, it began to snow pretty bad once I was about halfway there, naturally. I hated driving in the snow. To my surprise, however, Katie and I had a lovely time right from the start, actually. Immediately, I was stricken with how hot -- not just attractive, but hot -- Katie looked. Her short red dress caught my attention right away, presenting her body perfectly. It was short, going maybe halfway down her thighs, and low-cut, showing off just enough cleavage so as to to still not be whorish. Not only did it accentuate the features I already admired, such as her red lips, big boobs and round ass, but it flipped those qualities I had previously overlooked: the garment hugged her frame flawlessly, drawing me to her hips and creamy thighs; her rosy cheeks glowed just right with the dress as well as with the makeup she wore; and her pale skin contrasted with the the clothing in the most lovely way. In addition, her blond hair hung straight, almost touching her shoulders, with just a slight curl. A lock of it hung cutely over the side of her face but carefully avoided obscuring one of her bright blue eyes. I also noticed her high heels and jewelry -- all black -- that worked well with the outfit. Confused is probably the best way to describe my feelings as Katie and I were led to a table. I'd never really minded having Katie around but, like I said, was more likely to feel annoyance with her than arousal. In that moment though, I was thankful for the poor lighting in the restaurant; otherwise, the proverbial roll of quarters in my pants would have been more obvious. Regardless, I'd later found out she'd noticed my boner anyway. On purpose, I'd chosen a more casual location to get dinner, but it hadn't stopped Katie from dressing up, obviously. Initially, I hadn't wanted my strictly platonic friend to take this date too seriously, but now I was glad I hadn't discouraged her too much. I know there were a lot of personal factors weighing on me that perhaps clouded my judgment, but my goal that night changed before our order was even taken: I wanted to have sex with Katie. When I complimented Katie on her dress, she smiled and blushed a little. She seemed happy that I not only noticed her attempt to dress up for me but liked it as well. From there I began to flirt with her more and more shamelessly throughout the course of our dinner. As the meeting progressed, Katie responded more giddily to my new-found attraction for her. Her several drinks, which I didn't discourage, only lowered her inhibitions. I'd perceived Katie to have a bit of a drinking problem before, so I didn't want to take advantage of her, but I figured a couple drinks to help her get the edge off would better ensure some adult fun later. Getting to the point, I invited Katie to come back to my apartment when we walked back into the cold, snowy night. The undesirable conditions of the roads made my invitation all the more gentlemanly too, not that I had much doubt that Katie's mind was going down the same path as my own. Undoubtedly, the girl would readily accept the opportunity to spend the night at my place. It wasn't all that late when we got back to the apartment, but the roads were so bad that nothing else was really worth the trouble. I clarified for Katie that she could sleep over, especially since the weather was bad and she had had maybe one drink too many at dinner. I offered her my bed, suggesting I sleep on the couch. Those aforementioned drinks probably had something to do with her response: "The couch?" she said with a tone that assured me she'd had too much alcohol. "You're going to fuck me, right?" She immediately caught what she's said. "Oh my gosh, I'm sorry! I was just kidding. I'm sorry," she stuttered before I could respond. I smiled and looked over at my blond friend, thinking about what the rest of the night had in store. "No," I said, "you're right: I won't need the couch tonight." Katie's face went from embarrassment to delight instantly. I wondered if her heart was beating as hard as mine. We hurried into the apartment, fighting through what was now a snowstorm. Once we were inside the warm lodging, we slipped out of our jackets and shoes before I led Katie to the bedroom. If I'd had something alcoholic for her to drink, I would have offered, but she didn't need it anyway. As Katie sat on my bed, I was across the hall in the bathroom psyching myself up to nail my friend. It was crazy how just a few hours ago I would have never seriously considered actually having sex with Katie and now I wanted nothing more. Once I felt prepared, I made my way back across the hall. Maybe because she was tipsy or maybe because it was just her way of getting to the point, Katie was under my covers when I came into the room, a wide smile on her face. The next thing I noticed was that the dress, along with a black set of panties and a bra, were on my floor. I had expected some sort of striptease but now suspected that she was a little self-conscious of her body. It was no matter, though, as I just followed suit and joined her naked in the bed after turning out the lights. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, my cock was rock-hard in seconds as I prepared to screw my friend. Once I could see better, I climbed up on top of Katie and hovered over her, propped up by my arms. I realized Katie had nothing about which to be self-conscious. Maybe it was the way the pale light filtered through the blinds on her pale skin, but I found her body very sexy in that moment. Her large breasts jiggled a bit as her flat stomach rose and fell with her breathing. I was captivated and more than ready to enter her. First, though, I wanted to taste those perfect tits. Katie giggled a bit and cooed as I leaned forward and put my lips around her left nipple. I sucked gently on it and then traced around her boob with my tongue, causing my friend to squirm beneath me. Then I switched to her right breast and gave it the same treatment. The longer I did it, the louder Katie moaned and the more abrupt her movements became. Eventually, my tongue traveled down her front as I licked her stomach and finally arrived at her clit. "Oh please," Katie whined. Using one hand, I located Katie's sweet spot and spread it open a bit before putting my tongue back on her body, this time pushing the tip into her pink pussy, which was already wet with anticipation. Katie slapped her hands on the sheets and gripped them tight as she felt me begin to lick her pussy. I ate Katie out for a few minutes, varying my force and consistency but all the while making her squirm and moan. I lapped persistently at her twat, which grew increasingly wet the longer I pleasured it. Before long, we were more than ready to fuck, but I wanted her to suck me first. Perhaps it came from being good friends before the sexual interest developed or maybe because I was really just asking for her to return a favor, but I had no difficulty asking Katie for exactly what I wanted. She was happy to comply, too, switching with me on the bed so that I was on my back and she was in her knees, the blanket still on top of us as she scooted between my legs. Next, she took my engorged cock in her hand, looking at it with wide, greedy eyes as she began to stroke it with her soft hand. "I've wanted this cock inside me for so long," Katie said as she looked into my eyes, now beating me off. I sighed with pleasure, not responding to her but just watching as she rubbed my cock before lowering her head and opening her mouth. I exhaled loudly as Katie slid her hand to my balls and took my raging boner into her warm, wet mouth. For the next few minutes, Katie's head bobbed up and down as she held my cock in place, sucking the entire length and making it slick with her saliva. I gripped the sheets and pressed my head hard against the pillow, moaning every few seconds to affirm my friend who was pleasuring me. It wasn't the best blowjob I'd received in my life, but Katie certainly knew her way around a stiff cock. Next, Katie crawled up onto me. In response, I rolled over, flipping her into her back and quickly spreading her legs. Katie grinned and looked down, watching as I used one hand to hold my wet prick while my other hand searched for her pussy. When I found it, it was practically dripping. Nerves began to hit me as I moved forward with fulfilling my new-found desire to bang Katie. After all the shit I'd been hit with lately, I almost felt relief from the fact that something was going to feel good for a change. Once I wedged my tip into Katie's damp twat, I slowly pushed forward. As I thrust into Katie, I stopped every inch or so and watched Katie's reaction. Each time I did so, she closed her eyes and moaned. She told me how good I felt inside her, and I continued to push forward until my cock was to the hilt inside her. At this point, we both exhaled, and I lay down on top of her. Katie instantly wrapped her arms around me, and, with my head over her right shoulder, I began to thrust in and out of her. Her pussy was wet and tight around my cock as it pushed back and forth into the blond. I felt Katie's ankles press against my calves, her heels digging into my muscles as I ground deep into her and then pulled back and thrust in again. We moaned in unison as we adjusted to each other's bodies. As I made love to her pussy, Katie pushed me up, pulling my head away from her shoulder and over her face instead. Then we kissed for the first time. It struck me how I'd commenced having sex with her before even kissing her. I'd never before done those things in that order, but I'd also never had a fuck buddy before, which is essentially what Katie was to me in this moment. Even as I made out with her while I fucked her, I wasn't looking for anything romantic and hoped Katie would be on the same page. Fun with my friend was all I wanted. Still taking my cock deep inside her hard and steadily, Katie pushed me onto my back, causing us to both roll over. I desisted from thrusting into her but managed to keep my cock stuffed firmly inside her as we moved. Now on top of me, Katie pulled away, sitting up on me. The blanket fell down to our legs, and now I was really able to take in Katie's naked body. The sweat on her boobs and stomach glistened in the little light that was reflecting off the snow and filtering through the blinds. Blond hair fell into Katie's eyes as she leaned forward, putting both hands on my stomach as she ground on my cock. She grinned at me, and I grinned back as I ran my hands up and down her thighs. Then she started to slide up and down my cock. Before long, she was riding me steadily. I moaned, and Katie gasped as her boobs and hair rocked up and down while her body did the same. Katie steadily fucked me, tightening her pussy around my member as she rode me. After a few moments of intense intercourse, my friend asked for me to put her on her back again and ravage her until we both came. Before tonight, I would have never expected such language from this girl. Even as she fucked me, it still shocked me a little, but I complied. Again not slipping out of Katie, I rolled her onto her back and resumed fucking her missionary style after just a brief stint of reverse cowgirl. I got right to pounding Katie's pussy as she held onto my hips, pushing each of my thrusts as deep into her as possible. I moved slowly and deliberately at first, watching Katie's eyes flutter shut each time my balls touched her taint as she reacted to the pleasure. Then I moved faster, thrusting in and out of her quickly, nailing her to the mattress beneath her, which creaked each time Katie was pounded into it. My head now over her shoulder again and her arms and legs wrapped around me, Katie cried out as I slammed into her over and over. Our bodies leaked sweat that mingled together as out flesh slipped and slapped against each other. I could tell by Katie's movement and moaning that she was nearing an orgasm, so I pumped even harder into her, which made her cry out until she said, "I'm cumming all over your cock!" From that point on, I pushed hard into Katie's pussy again and again to work myself up to an orgasm of my own. Just before my cock erupted, I pulled out and hovered over Katie as I stroked myself, trying to hold in my climax for as long as possible so as to blast her with some hard spurts. Katie was panting and I was straining as we both awaited my finish. I aimed for Katie's boobs and finally let loose. My burst was so hard that the first spurt overshot Katie's tits completely and hit her clean in the forehead, streaking down her left eyelid and cheek. Katie laughed between breaths as the next shot hit her chin, and then the rest of it successfully doused her boobs and streamed down to her stomach. After that night, Katie was just the fuck buddy I'd hoped she'd be. It turned out she was actually getting banged by a couple other guys, a fact that pretty much floored me. Beside her draw to alcohol, she came off as a pretty upright chick. I had no idea she was kind of a whore. I was OK with it though, so long as I didn't catch anything, because I had no interest in her other than friendship and casual sex. Katie and I didn't sleep together very often; we just left that door open, a door which we went through on average about only once a month. We both had other more significant interests anyway, but every so often one of us would get bored or we'd just be hanging out alone and decide to go back to my apartment and fuck just for fun. The most memorable experience came that following fall, though, at a Halloween party hosted by one of her friends. It was the night I'd get to try a Katie sandwich. Nothing sexual fascinated me like double penetration, and once I'd participated in a double-penetration threesome for the first time, I was hooked. It was almost immediately after fucking Katie that I started to fantasize about her being sandwiched, and when I learned of her other lovers, the idea seemed feasible. However, I had no idea how to jump the hurdle to get group sex on the table until, finally, it just happened. This party was pretty bad ass, by the way. The decorations were insane, and there was tons of food, drink and interesting people. I went as a reaper, and Katie dressed up as a cat. True to the holiday, the cat outfit was pretty skanky: short black skirt with black knee-high boots and a tight, low-cut black shirt with long sleeves. The only things making it a cat outfit were the clip-on tail and headband ears -- and a bow tie, for some reason. Let me cut to the chase: I went with Katie and realized when I got there that I didn't know anyone else there, so I stuck with her pretty much the whole time. Throughout the evening, Katie drank pretty heavily and was really getting into the party scene. The more she drank, the more rambunctious she got. It was pretty annoying, actually. Also, she didn't want to leave. I was ready to go home and go to bed by midnight, but it was now 2 am, and she was pretty smashed while only a few people remained. "Let's go," I said to her as we sat beside each other on the couch as some other drunkards stumbled around the living room. Katie's response this time was definitely caused by her drinking. "How about you fuck me right here on the floor?" she whispered. "No," I said. "Come on." We hadn't had sex with each other in a couple months by this point and I'd honestly been hoping for some action going into this night, but I wasn't going to entertain the idea of a public display and wasn't particularly attracted to her in that moment, not to mention I didn't take her seriously. I was in no mood for her bullshit. It took, however, only a few moments for that mood to change. "Fine," she said. "This guy'll fuck me." She immediately got up and tapped some guy in a creepy clown costume whom I'd later find out to be one of the guys who had fucked her before I did. I went back to occupying myself with my phone rather than paying attention to what Katie was doing and, before I knew it, she and the stranger had disappeared from the room. At this point, I was very annoyed. Not only was I tired and bored, but I couldn't even go home because my friend was too drunk to stay put and let me give her a ride. I waited uncomfortably on the couch for just a few minutes before I decided to look for Katie and get a move on. After checking the entire downstairs, I couldn't find her, so I headed to the second floor. No one was really supposed to go upstairs, as far as I knew, but I hadn't found her with the rest of the party. I didn't make it halfway up the stairs before I rolled my eyes upon clearly hearing that Katie had seriously gotten that guy to fuck her. Her moans were unmistakable; I knew it was Katie. Anger flared up initially, as I was too tired to put up with her drunken stupor, and I began to turn around and head back down the stairs. However, that little lust demon inside me quickly took over. Platonic Friend to Party Fodder Heading back upstairs and making a beeline to the room from which Katie's moans and the grunts of an unknown male emanated, my negative emotions evaporated and were replaced with nothing but lust. Maybe I was too tired to really think about what I was doing, because I had no qualms opening the door, which was fortuitously unlocked. I walked right through and was instantly greeted with what I already knew was on the other side. It was indeed a bedroom. Against the far wall was a queen-size bed, upon which lay a naked dude with clown makeup on his face while Katie, wearing everything from her costume except the shirt and bra, sat upright on the dude's cock. I watched Katie slide up and down the erection a couple times before the two realized they'd been made. Katie let out a yelp, but the surprised look on her face quickly turned to a lustful grin. As she looked over her shoulder at me, her blond hair falling into her face, she ceased grinding on her apparent friend and welcomed me. "Do you want to take a turn?" she said seductively. My perverted mind wasn't looking to wait my turn. Like I said, I had entertained for a while now the thought of group sex with Katie, akin to some of my own past experiences. Without saying a word, I began to take off all my clothes as I approached the bed. Katie only continued to grin, while the guy below her strained to look over and see what was going on. Now as naked as the other guy, I climbed into the bed. "Wait your turn!" Katie said playfully, but I ignored her. As I inched closer to the fornicating couple, my eyes traced down Katie's hair and back until they settled on her stuffed pussy. Then, positioning myself behind Katie, my hand on my now erect cock, I looked steadfastly at her asshole. Putting my hand on Katie's back, I finally broke my silence. "Can you take it in the ass?" I said. Katie responded with a confused grunt. "Have you ever been double-fucked?" "No!" she said. "Please don't!" However, she was too drunk to really resist, and I noticed, to my delight, that the dude beneath her was holding her down by the waist. Katie wasn't going anywhere. I laughed as my cock poked Katie's asshole, which I held open with one hand at first and then both hands once I could let go of my cock. To the stranger I said, "Do you want to double-stuff this cookie?" "Hell yeah!" he said. I suspected he was about as drunk as Katie. I'd later find out his name was Dan. Dan moved his hands up to Katie's shoulders while I began to push my cock into the blond's ass. My friend screamed and tried to bat me away as the first inch pushed past her sphincter, but Dan helped pin her arms down and make her settle down. I forgot to breathe and felt my heart beat wildly in my chest as I slid closer toward Katie's back. Katie's screaming calmed to just groans with an occasional sharp cry as I sank deeper and deeper into her backdoor until my cock was completely inside her. Her asshole was tight enough as it was, of course, but the neighboring cock in her vagina made it all the more a tighter fit. Dan and I then remained still for a minute or so as we both focused on remaining hard inside Katie, keeping her fully stuffed. Katie's groans now turned to coos, indicating that she was growing more comfortable with her predicament as the three of us descended deeper into depravity. In preparation for the ensuing decadence, I firmly grabbed Katie's waist while Dan continued to hold onto Katie's arms. Soon, we were ready to double-fuck her. It had been a while since my last double-penetration experience, but my best guess was I was the only one of the three with any such experience at all, so I took the lead. I pulled back ever so slowly in Katie's ass, hearing the bitch groan as my cock tore at her raw anal walls. As soon as I slid back into Katie, Dan followed my cue and began to stir underneath my friend, stretching out Katie's taint as he too began to thrust in and out of her body. My dream involving Katie came true as a stranger and I began to double-penetrate her. After a moment of working through the initial discomfort, Dan and I were steadily sawing in and out of the blond, stuffing both of her holes as she was stuck between us. We boys were groaning from pleasure while Katie remained still between us, still held up by Dan's hands on her arms. She cried out every few seconds, faced with the reality that she was actually being fucked by two guys at once, plummeting her into an entirely new depth of whoredom. I leaned forward, sliding my hands up Katie's damp back, and looked down as I thrust even harder into Katie's ass. My eyes traveled down from my cock's plundering the girl's ass, her skirt hiked up around her waist, to the sexy black boots that covered up to her knees. Just like I had been stunned by Katie's appearance the first night we made love, I was taken aback in this moment at how hot Katie looked. The cat ears, tail and bow tie were a cute touch to this little Halloween fuckfest. Heat seeped from Katie's rigid body as the girl was slapped between us two thrusting boys harder and faster, filling her ass and pussy over and over again. It took a while until Dan and I were in rhythm, but we eventually were taking turns inside Katie, one of us stuffing one hole at any given time before pulling back and allowing the counterpart to stuff the other opening. As the hot sex continued, Katie grew more and more comfortable in her predicament and began to relax, even if only slightly. After a few more minutes of that position, I suggested we flip Katie over. Dan countered, however, that we split-roast her first. I consented, and, to that end, I pulled out of her ass, and Dan lifted her off his cock. Instantly, we had Katie on her hands and knees between us, her head by Dan's cock and her other end facing me. I wasted no time in inserting my dick into her welcoming pussy, and Dan held Katie's head in place as he stuck his prick into her mouth. For the next 10 minutes or so, this stranger and I took turns at either end of Katie's body. Regardless of which hole we were presented, we fucked it hard and fast. I started by holding her ass and pounding her pussy nice and hard while Katie sucked Dan off. Then I was pulling Katie's hair as she blew me at the same time that Dan was giving it to her pussy. At one point, we men stayed still, instead sliding the bitch back and forth between us like a slinky while she fucked my cock with her cunt. However we were doing it, Katie's boobs shook with her body, and the bitch remained on her hands and knees while we Eiffel Towered her. The split-roasting was fun, but it wasn't long before I suggested we get back to double penetration. Next, we had Katie lying with her back against Dan's chest while Dan took his still-hard cock in hand and pressed it against the bitch's already ravaged asshole. Meanwhile, the sweating young girl gasped for breath as she lay still, her arms hanging to her sides while her legs were spread, giving me plenty opportunity to step in between them, which I aimed to do. Dan was sliding into Katie's ass and holding Katie's waist as I stepped over Katie's left leg, putting my other leg against the inside of Katie's right leg. Katie giggled as she watched me look over her and guide my cock toward her shimmering pussy. Then a groan escaped her throat as Dan sank the entire length of his dick into her shitter. Katie barely had a chance to take a breath before I was pushing my hard cock into her twat, neighboring her stuffed asshole. The screaming came back as Katie took my shaft into her pussy. There was no resistance this time, however; only discomfort. Regardless, she was wholly willing to take round two of the double-fucking. This moment, in my limited experience with double penetration, was the deal-breaker. While I had every motivation to avoid contact with the other male, the exhilaration of a DP threesome urged me on to give myself entirely to the fun at hand. Once I was sheathed in Katie, my and Dan's balls sharing Katie's taint and separated by barely enough space to keep me comfortable, I lay down on my good friend, pressing my stomach against hers and my chest against her boobs. I was quite close to the other male but separated by a sexy girl, and it made all the difference. "Do you want to make a Katie sandwich?" I asked my slutty companion. "Yes, I love it!" I remembered her saying. She was now in, just like I knew she'd be, despite her qualms earlier. After just a brief moment of my and Dan's situating ourselves around our shared sex buddy, we were ready to give the girl the time of her life. With my head over Katie's right shoulder, opposite of Dan's head, and my hands on her waist, lower than Dan's hands under Katie's arms, we guys pinned Katie decisively in place. Both of the girl's legs were draped over Dan's legs, and my right leg was over her left as her right leg was wrapped slightly around my waist. I had to be especially careful to keep my leg on that side from bumping that of the stranger, but in a few moments that homophobia would pass once I was lost in the experience. For the second time, I got things going by pulling out and thrusting back in, this time into Katie's constricted pussy. Immediately I felt her left hand grasp my back and sink her nails into my flesh. She cursed in my ear as, meanwhile, her boy toy beneath her was starting to fuck her as well, more careful, this time, to move in sync with my own thrusts. Thus the sandwiching of Katie commenced in full. Right away, Dan and I were sawing in and out of the blond, firmly fucking her and stuffing both her holes. All the while, Katie clutched and grabbed both of us boys, mainly me in my back, as she gasped and cried out amid the intense double-fucking. Almost instantly, more beads of sweat formed all over her body, and her perspiration mixed with my own as she slipped and writhed between us men. Soon, the only sounds I could hear were Katie's moaning, the bed's creaking and her sex holes' squelching as we men simultaneously fucked Katie hard and fast. Before I knew it, Dan and I were nailing Katie like we were all seasoned professionals, banging her tight holes steadfastly. I had long since forgotten my frustration with Katie in wanting to go home! Nails in my back and boots now extended in the air, Katie cursed and called out -- whether in pain, pleasure or both, I couldn't tell. I could feel her squirming underneath me as she was sandwiched tightly between two thrusting male bodies, heat and sweat pouring from her body and joining my own. Had it not been for the immense enjoyment of my situation, surely the temperature would have made me miserable. However, I welcomed it as I helped nail my fun friend into the guy beneath her. Amid the moans and pants of all three of us, I managed to silence Katie a bit by pulling up my head and lunging for those tasty lips. She and I made out passionately as our group sex neared its climax. Dan and I thrust in and out of Katie's holes over and over and over again while the slut kicked and clawed until I worked myself up to the brink of an orgasm. I pulled out without a word, and Katie immediately cried out loudly as soon as her mouth was freed. Dan clearly knew what was up and quickly pulled out of Katie as well. No sooner was the stranger clear from behind Katie than my cock was launching thick, hard streams of cum right at Katie's heaving boobs. As I came, I aimed my cock upward to spray Katie's face for a few shots, splashing her cheeks and nose before finishing off on her tits. Dan watched on until I was finished and then stepped up as I moved off the bed. I looked on as Dan beat off until he came entirely on the girl's face. He had a big load, too, and had covered most of Katie's face before his orgasm subsided. When we were finally finished, Katie was sitting on the bed with gobs of man juice streaming down all over her face and dripping down her neck, getting caught in that bow tie. Some of the semen managed to dribble over the cloth and stream toward her boobs, mixing with the helping that had already been unloaded there. After catching our breath, cleaning up and getting dressed without much talk, we all made our way out of the room to find that the party was still going on. The three of us tried to sneak out undetected, but, just as we made it to the back door, a few of the party guests gave us a cheer. No doubt they heard some of what was going on upstairs, even if they didn't know the full extent of the shameless depravity that had transpired. I didn't speak a word to Dan, but Katie kissed him goodbye and then, still far from sober, came home with me. As much as I would have liked to have fucked her again, experience told me she'd be pretty sore for a few days, so I let her lie. When she did finally wake up, hangover and all, I felt pretty guilty and apologized if I had taken advantage of her. After all, I had been very tired and frustrated at the time, and the opportunity to live out a fantasy was impossible for me to resist. "Are you kidding?" Katie said as she downed some aspirin and a glass of water. "Why did you stop at two guys? Surely a couple more were there who would have joined us." My jaw dropped. I promised to set something up soon. The only limit would be how many volunteers we could recruit. Platonic Friends The wooden ceiling fan with the fake gold plating pushed the air down from the ceiling. The air that night was standing still outside. A yellow-orange incandescent light bulb flickered each time that the refrigerator turned on the compressor. The little living room had a low couch and an arm chair. Neat books were lined up in a shelf. The car key for a second hand BMW convertible rested in a porcelain bowl near the door. "How is work?" "My jackass is always checking on me. He doesn't trust me. I call my boss jackass. It's the end of the quarter. I have to put in a lot of hours to get enough billable." "You are such a good worker. You got your MBA last year. You are always out meeting clients." Lark didn't reply. She hugged her knees to her chest sitting on the armchair across the room. Because of the heat, she was wearing ballooning pink gym shorts. With her knees up, he could see the underside of her hamstrings. With her hamstrings pressed together, the thin strip of fabric between her legs disappeared. It almost looked like her butt was naked. Her skin was smooth, well cared for with lotion and protected by sunscreen. She was only 28 years old. There was not a sliver of fat from her hard near daily workouts. "At my office, we signed these new musicians from Seattle. They are using non-traditional instruments. You wouldn't believe there are instruments that have been made less than 100 times a year. And then one of these guys walks in. And he is a master at it. I'm working out the contract with them right now. They are really reasonable. It's fun to..." "I wish I were in Aspen right now. My friends from the entrepreneurship club own a vacation condo there. They are having a mixer with East Coast financial guys." Dashiell's face grimaced at being cut off. He turned his face away into the half-darkness of the room, while he took long and slow breathes. He was tall 6'5". His shoulders were big, not so much from muscle. Simply his constitution was to be big boned. He was more of a runner. He loved running desert races. He loved the serenity of stomping up dust and pushing past barely alive, hardy, thorny bushes. "Do you want something to drink, Dash?" "Sure, it's a hot summer night. The sweat is sticking on my skin." "Help yourself. The glasses are in the cabinet above the sink. There is a bottle of water in the fridge." Dashiell looked stunned. He looked at her face with the highlights on the cheeks that made her look fresh. There was rouge blended in perfectly, a little lower, to make her look alive. The foundation gave her a radiant perfect look. She was a master at makeup. Despite the heat, she looked happy, alive, and gorgeous. He stood up. "Haha, I was thirsty and made you get me a drink." He walked around the coffee table with the Forbes magazines neatly fanned out like at a dentist office. Coasters were placed around the magazines to protect the wood. When he walked past her, his eyes gazed down in between her boobs. They were two perfectly round honeydew halves. He had picked her up from the surgeon, when she had them done. She had been groggy, softly growling in pain. Her chest had been bandaged thickly. They had to put the seat belt behind her. And now that they were healed, they were perfectly round and full. His heart beat faster. She hadn't bothered putting on a bra with him. Her nipples were poking out, those large things in the perfect center. There were four glasses and a white bottle of St. John's Wort in the cabinet. Otherwise it was empty. The fridge was empty spare for the bottle of water, a bottle of wine, an old lemon, and a packaged Italian dinner. He walked up to her armchair from behind. The glasses had already sweat pearls compensating. She reached her arm up like a ballerina without looking. The wet glass slipped in his fingers a little. He could hit swiftly, so that only a sip spilled over and hit her top. He smiled brazenly at his dexterity. She screamed out sharply. A quarter sized wet spot clung to her boob. "GET THE FUCK OUT!" she yelled with rage in her face. "Hey I'm sorry. It's only water." "GET THE FUCK OUT!" "I get it. It's pretty cold and startled you. I'm sorry." "GET THE FUCK OUT!" She stood stern with a red face. Her arm and face pointed straight at the door. He swallowed. He put the two glasses down on coasters. He grabbed the gold plated door handle. One last time, he turned around and apologized. She yelled at him, "What did you expect for doing that?" Then, he walked out into the darkness of the night. The residential street was empty. Not even the streetlights cared much about shining light anymore. The cicadas belted out their songs. He got into his Lexus, put hard rock music to the maximum, and drove through the empty streets of the night. There were a couple cars providing him with company, while he waited at a traffic light. Then, the cars stretched out again. He was the lone night rider, feathering the steering wheel like a race car driver for smooth navigation around parked cars and turns. His headlights almost reached the foothills, when his phone rang. "Come on back." "Lark, you kicked me out for no real reason." "You know I had to kick you out for doing that." "No, I don't know what the harm was about an innocent spill of water. It's not like it was wine." "Don't be like that." "You don't treat me right. Remember at McDonald's half year ago? You had diarrhea. Their restrooms had no toilet paper. You made me take off my undershirt to give it to you to clean. I understand that your stomach was hurting. But there is something just not right about that." "C'mon, that's a long time ago. You have to forgive. Remember, when we wear waiting for Club Bam-Bam in the line out in the cold winter. I was wearing a little black dress. You didn't give me your jacket. You let me freeze out there." "So, you think you are more important. And it's okay for me to freeze? One of us had to freeze." "I'm a girl. Be a gentleman. Just come back. Let's have a good time." Silence. "Okay." He turned the car around. His breathing was tight. He weaved through the lanes. He left his car under the cone for a street light. She waited for him at the gate to walk him into the apartment building. Only one window was still lit. The quiet was so deep that one could hear the car idling at the intersection half mile down the road. "Why don't you let me sit on the armchair? That way, you are no longer in the flight path for drinks." "The coach is a little dirty. My friend's dog pooped on it. Only the armchair is clean." "What?! You want me to sit on a dirty couch?" "C'mon, you are a boy. You are always dirty. Sit on the far end. I don't sink she got poop there." He paused standing in the middle of the room. His face reddened. Under his breath, he mumbled, "well, I'm already here." He sat down way far in the corner of the couch. "So, how's your dating life, Lark?" "Ugh, I've been on a few dates from match. They are all douchebags. This one guy was wearing pink pants and brought me a big box of chocolate." "What about the guy, who took you to his second apartment in Lisbon, Portugal? You seemed to like him." "Oh, yeah, the Wall Street guy! It was really fun to spend the weekend. His loft was in Alfama. That's the neighborhood of Castle of Sao Jorge. Because he lived so close to it, he had a special pass to visit it afterhours. He took me to the top of a tower there. We had a red wine and cheese picnic under a full moon. After the snack, he snacked on me. He was panting so much. And then he came so quickly." Dashiell looked at her feet in the high heel wedges. The wedge was covered with a rope-like looking material. Her feet were neatly manicured. The skin was so soft with a little pink. Her toes were neatly trimmed, painted blue, and high glossed, so that the light reflected in them like car paint. The toes were tiny round things. They were pressed back for the high lift on the back. Her arch was perfectly lifted. A strap went low across her ankle, snugly like a joker goes across the throat. The looked somewhat moist. They looked strong, powerful, willing to dominate -- luxuriously cradled by the designer heels. They softly tapped in the air, while she gazed into the air as if speaking to herself. "Yeah, I haven't had much luck with the ladies. I've been working hard. It's hard to find a good girl in his big city." "Tell me about it. I work so hard. I go to the gym seven days a week. My doctor told me to scale it down. He said that it is causing health problems." She pulled her t-shirt up to show her belly. Her belly was small. He could have put his big hand across to cover all the way from the left to the right side. The skin was tender. The abs clearly stood out in the center. It was a mixture of a little girl's stomach and a hardened, sexy athlete's stomach. Her navel was a tender, delicate jewel in the center. She patted her belly with her hand. "I want this to be more like Gina Carano, the MMA fightress." "You look really hot." "You deserve a girl." "Do you mind if I go to the restroom?" "Sure, go ahead. But, don't use my towel. That's disgusting, because I use that for my body. Shake your hands dry." He looked down on the floor again. He looked at the sexy bombshell that was his friend, the tight body that was obscured in the baggy shorts and wide t-shirt. The lip gloss was perfect on her lips. The lips had this soft, delicious pink with the crispness of a fresh apple. Around it was a darker red lip stick drawn for a dark sultry contrast. He flipped the bathroom switch on. He locked the door behind him. The sink counter was overflowing with mostly empty bottles and vials. Workout clothes were discarded on the floor behind the door. The black yoga pants were turned inside out to show the crotch area. A stretch tank top was flipped inside out as well. It showed the lightly brown breast support, so that she wouldn't have to wear a bra. A multi-colored G-string was twisted and thrown into the pile. He could smell her sweat linger in the air. She was still young. The sweat had a delicious aroma. He sat down on the toilet out of respect and to be closer to her naked ass. The piss hissed into the bowl. He was worried that his dick might touch the bowl ceramic. It was big and the bowl was small. When he rinsed his hands, his eyes fell onto a yellow perfume bottle -- "Seduction." He shook his hands hard to spray water drops into the sink. The body towel looked soft and fluffy. When he walked back into the living room, Lark turned around to look him in the eyes. "Do you want to have sex with me?" "Look, you are really attractive. We have known each other for a long time..." "So, are you saying that I lack sex appeal?" She looked at him sternly. There was a hint of worry in her eyes. "You are really hot. There are a lot of guys that see you in the street and dream about you at night." "But, I don't do it for you. Is that it? It's not a trick question. Just tell me." "Okay, I'd totally do you if I had the chance." "I knew it. You always had a hard on for me, you little orbiter." "C'mon, I wouldn't ruin our friendship." "Why don't we? This is the 21st century. Let's be modern and fuck right now." "You mean, you'd get naked?" Dashiell looked confused. "Yeah, c'mon." Lark walked into her bed room. It was a small room that barely fit the queen sized bed, the commode, and the cupboard. The bed was neatly made. He followed her with dropped shoulders and a blank look on his face. She pulled the t-shirt over her head. The boobs were perfectly round mounds standing up with thick, luscious nipples. Her frame was so slender compared to the boobs. She dropped the baggy shorts. She pulled the black thong down. She was split naked. Every part of her silhouette was absolutely trim. Without the high heels and clothing, she looked a lot smaller, tinier, like a little girl. He could not believe to see her completely naked. He had seen her body for years. To actually fill in the blank spots of her body was amazing. Her body surpassed his wildest imagination. She was a like a porn star hiding in the house next door. He quickly opened his pants, raised his knees out of the pants, ripped his shirt over his head without unbuttoning it. His erection had formed within seconds of seeing her body. "Wow, you have a really fat one," she said with surprise and glee of anticipation. He towered like a giant with 6'5" next to the 5'2" girl. He bent over to get his wallet. "No condoms." "Hey Lark, we have to be safe." "My pussy is a little dry. It doesn't feel good with a condom. Do you think I'm dirty that you need a condom?" He looked at her body, the neatly trimmed sex, with tight pussy lips. He threw the wallet on the floor for a chance to ravage that body once in his life. She crawled on the bed backward. His eyes gazed down her flawless legs, chased her pussy receding farther away onto the bed. Her pussy lips were bright pink, the long slit, the mound near the top, the knob hiding her clitoris stood out. Her breasts softly wiggled side to side with her crawling on the elbows. He crawled onto the bed, his naked skin over hers. His mouth dove onto her nipples like an ice cream heaven come true for a little boy. He sucked on those luscious nipples until he had a mouth full of her boobs in his mouth. His tongue flicked around her nipples in circles. She softly moaned. He raised his eyes all the way to the top to eye her face. Her face looked relaxed for the first time that night. Her eyes were closed enjoy the sensation of the man on her body. He moved over her body -- skin to skin. His lips covered her mouth. He felt the luscious lips. His lips covered her mouth entirely. He greedily took in that mouth that he had never imagined touching. His tongue had to touch everything, swiftly and hungrily as if it were a dream that could pop at any moment. He felt her little, slippery teeth. He could the flesh of her tongue and pressed his tip onto it hard. His fat schlong was in between her thighs. He could feel her smooth skin. It wasn't enough. He spit on his hand. He put the palm against her sex and smeared the foamy spit all over her slit and liberally circled around her clitoris. He slipped a finger inside of her. The juice inside of her was working to break out. The first half inch was dry. Yet deep inside was a lot of juice. He distributed the juice out and over every part of her. Her inner thighs got sticky with the helpings of his spit and her own juice. She lay on her back barring her sexy, trained, and surgically enhanced body to him. He placed his cock on her entrance and rushed in -- just as the kama sutra says: "The boy should be hurt by the swift penetration." Lark moaned deeply with her closed eyes. She raised her chin to tilt the head back in passion. Her hands searched for the back of her knees. She pulled the legs to the side. "You are so big, I have to make room for that fat cock." He thrust into her. He carefully pulled out until the tip was barely inside of her. Then he rushed inside of her making sure to grind his pelvic mound into hers. He had to bend his body almost in a half circle to reach inside of her pussy while being latched onto the nipples of hers. All the stretching for his desert running races had paid off. His latissimus dorsi bulged large on his back, making him look even more beastly. "Let me turn around. I don't want to see your ugly face." She moved beneath him, turned on her belly. She lifted her ass high. Her pelvis was resting on her knees. Her chest was pressed against a pillow. Her lower back had a neat curve. He felt deeply hurt and opened his eyes wide. Yet, he had her spunk over his dick in thick white wads. His dick felt too amazing. He swallowed his pride. He started ramming his cock into her slippery pussy again. No matter how hard he rammed, it never felt like ramming. She was so slick that his cock always effortlessly moved in. In a way, fucking her from behind, her hating her face, it all made the fuck even more depraved and turned him on. In the heat of the fuck, he had no more regard for her. She was a bundle of cheap flesh that he pummeled to derive extreme lust. She screamed visceral, blood curling yelps into a soft, white feather pillow. That's when he knew that he could let loose. He let his balls shoot white strings of sticky sperm inside of her belly. And he came spurt after spurt filling her cunt. His own sperm started running out and spilled down her thighs onto the sheets. They became aware of the sweat that had made them wet bastards as if fresh out of the rain. She ruffled the second pillow for him. He fell onto his side. Her body felt so much more fleshy wet. There was no warm hit. There was cold, flesh. It was more of a turn on. He left his arm on her boobs, craving to take in every last moment of having her hot body before they would go back to their platonic friendship. They fell asleep into a deep slumber. The smell of sex was permeating the bedroom. The juices of sex made the sheets wet in the center with a good two foot diameter. The ambiance of sex made their dreams vivid and full of pleasurable. The alarm chirped brightly. The green 8:00 AM LED display blink rapidly. The sun outside of the window was way too chipper. Lark had her makeup washed off at some point in the night. Dashiell saw her skin bare for the first time. He was horrified. He had to close his eyes again to process what he saw. Her face looked long, so long. The lines on her cheeks had made her face look round and cute. The color of her face was so pale. The adrenaline exhaustion from working hard and exhausting her body in the gym made her luck sick and suffering. Her eyes were no longer perfectly circled by mascara to look sharp and sexy. They were the saddest eyes that he had ever since, as if years of sadness had carved into her face like a river carves canyons into a landscape. He was leaning on his elbows looking down at her face far too long to take in all these details. There was a little wetness in the center corner of her eye. The wetness grew into a little water. It became a big, pregnant tear. Then, her lungs heaved as she cried out loud in sobbing. He hugged her naked body as best as he could. There was no sex in the girl crying and him holding her. Yet, being so intimate with no boundary, neither fabric wise or emotionally, was extremely sexy. A hard erection grew in him, while he was holding her sobbing in his arms. "That happens to me every morning," she cried out, struggling against the involuntary sobs to have enough control to form word by word. The saliva was heavy in her mouth from the crying. "I need my meds." She leaned away from his full on embrace to reach for the orange bottle on the nightstand. She swallowed and crushed the white pill. Then, she snuggled back under his large body like a peaceful lamb under the shepherd. He just held her and held her. He felt her little chest heaving against him. Tears, snot, and saliva was a running down her face and getting on him. After their sexual juices had blended on their bodies, and they had slept in it, sharing these fluids wasn't foreign and rejeactable anymore. And his raging erection was pushing against the hard abs of her belly. Her sobbing calmed down until she was napping in his arms like a baby. He fell into a peaceful slumber as well. For once, he didn't have to be on guard against her spikes stinging him. He almost dreamed what it would be like to keep waking up to this mellow, yellow morning light in this tiny little bedroom. The alarm chirped again. "I have to wash up for work now." Lark got up. Her naked body walked out of the door. He watched her tight butt that could easily bounce a quarter. He watched her spine, the depression running down her bare back as it softly and elegantly moved with each step. The yoga training had made her body move with an earthy sophistication. He still had his raging hard on. Platonic Friends When she laid her hands on his to say good bye and shoo him out of the door, she said, "I'm clinically depressed. That's why I sometimes lash out. Thank you for being a true friend and always standing by my side."