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Testing Theories - Her

By: ingarlm



Note: I've submitted two stories with the his and hers perspectives, so you can read either or both (or neither). The sex scenes here are purely m/f but the characters cross over with my gay male story Going Out.

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When I woke it was a moment before I realised where I was. The room was unfamiliar, and there was an arm around me and a warm body against mine. I grumbled slightly as I felt myself being pulled back into his body and held tight, but when I did remember how I had ended up here I couldn't help smiling. I moved a little and felt my muscles complain from the workout I had had last night. A moment later all rational thought left me as he started to put small kisses along my neck and shoulders, and I shivered in delight and moaned, encouraging him to continue and content to stay in his embrace as long as I could. It had been a long time coming, but I'd finally got just what I wanted.

* * * * 

His name was John. I met him by accident one night months ago, drunkenly wandering up to him thinking he was someone else. I knew his twin brother and in my inebriated state it hadn't occurred to me that he wasn't Nick. His puzzled look when I gave him a hug made me realise my error pretty quick, but he hadn't seemed to mind all that much, nor had he wanted to let me go. At the time I didn't think much of that fact, but now I knew he had wanted me from that moment. If only I had sorted out what I wanted sooner. 

When I'd first met him, I thought he was good looking, but I wasn't single so didn't really think about him that way. Pure thoughts didn't last all that long though because he was so kind and we had so much in common. The more time we spent together the more I began to realise that I wanted him, and the more I felt each time he touched me or looked at me. Mind you, I assumed that he wasn't interested. It's not that I am ugly but certainly not model material -- a bit of extra padding and a sweet but not strikingly pretty face. I get on well with men but I don't know what to do if they start to flirt. 

As the months had gone by though I found myself thinking more and more about him and what he would look like naked, how his hands would feel on my body, what noises he would make as I played with his dick. I felt guilty not only because I was already in a relationship but also because he was my friend and I didn't want to end up feeling awkward about him. I had a stash of fantasy scenarios in my mind that I used if I wanted to get myself off so that I didn't have to think about anyone real, but it wasn't working. Each time I would lie down and play with myself, rubbing my fingers over my clit until I came and saw stars, I would start off imagining the guys that didn't exist but by the time I came it was him playing with me and making me feel so good. 

Then came the night of our row, and the start of over three months when I hadn't seen him. I had gone round to his house. He shared with his twin, who was dating my best mate James and so I had started going round to see them too. We would all sit and chat and watch films, and when James and Nick sneaked off to their bedroom, he and I would be left to talk and had built up a good friendship as well. That night though he had confessed he had feelings for me. Despite all the time I had spent lusting after him I freaked, and accused him of only wanting what he couldn't have. He told me that I was only running away from him because I was too afraid if I so much as touched him I wouldn't be able to control myself. I ran out of the house that night, and although I had missed him like crazy for months, I made myself stay away.

* * * *

As I lay in bed, getting more and more turned on by his attention, I ran the events of the last day over in my head, thanking my lucky stars that everything had worked out in the end, and amazed how much things had changed in such a short time. 

It had all started the previous day over lunch with James. We'd been chatting about life in general, and about my recent break up with my boyfriend. 

"So what's next?" asked James. 

"Coffee?" I replied, knowing this wasn't what he was asking. He pulled a face at me in response. "I know what you mean, but I'm not sure I'm ready for making any big decisions right now."

"'You can't seriously tell me you are upset about the split with Gary? He wasn't right for you and you know that already or you'd be sitting here crying into your chips."

I smiled at that. He was right, and I didn't have to get over that relationship. If I was honest with myself it had been on the rocks for a long time but it was easier to stay with something comfortable rather than end it and look for something new. The irony was that I had had the chance of something special and I'd blown it to stay with Gary. 

James continued. "I think I should start looking for contenders for the new boyfriend. After all, you did find mine for me, it's only right that I return the favour."

"It's okay, really. And I didn't have to do much to get you hooked up, it was pretty much only introductions. I'm sure I can sort myself out in time, I don't need you on the case!"

James looked at me with a wicked smile. "So I just need to find a man who is right under my nose, no effort spent. How about John?"

I spat out the sip of drink I had just taken, thankfully back into the glass rather than all over the table and our meals. I glared at him.

"Sorry. It's just he's been such a miserable sod lately it would solve two problems at once. I know you two have issues."

Issues was a little of an understatement, but I had never told James the events of that night or the reason for the argument. I hated hearing that John wasn't himself and knowing that I had made him unhappy. If I could undo it I would, but I didn't think there was much I could say now to make things right. 

There must have been a strange look on my face as I thought this over, because James was looking at me intensely, almost as if he was trying to read my mind.

"I haven't asked all this time Cass, I figured you would tell me eventually, but I would like to know what happened. You seemed so cool with him and then all of a sudden there was that row and you haven't been round the house since. He won't talk to his own brother about it, let alone me."

He stopped and looked at me almost pleading for a reply with his gaze. I sighed loudly. It was probably time I unburdened myself.

"If I tell you, none of this gets back to him, alright? If you tell Nick you have to make him promise he won't talk to John about it."

"I promise. I'll not even tell Nick if you don't want me to."

I took a swig of my drink, and wished there was some alcohol in it as I wondered how I could tell James the story of me and John and the relationship that never was. I took a deep breath and cleared my throat. 

"'You know I used to stay and talk to him after you and Nick snuck off." James nodded but didn't interrupt me just then. "We used to chat for ages before I went home and got on really well. It was like that for months, until that night, everything was good." 

I paused, unsure how to tell him the events of that night. 

"It must have meant a lot to him as well. I know he misses you," he said softly. "I haven't seen him so... withdrawn in all the time I've known him. I know that you probably don't want me to say this, but I think you should talk to him. Can't you sort it out so you find your friendship again?" 

"I'm not sure that I can be friends with him," I replied. "We had a big row, you know that. We both said some nasty things and it won't be easy to get over that. Plus he put his feelings out there, and I walked away. You can't just be mates with someone after they tell you they are in love with you."

James looked really shocked. "He said that? I had no idea. It explains a lot though, especially how much of a pain in the arse he has been moping about. Nick has been trying to get him to talk but he won't, and I didn't think there was anything that those two wouldn't talk about."

He started smiling thinking about Nick and I knew he was reliving some recent sexual adventure they'd had by the glazed look on his face. It was enough to make me laugh, which was a surprise given that what he was telling me about John was nearly breaking my heart. How could I try and make up with him if I had hurt him that badly? 

Anyway, I didn't want to be John's friend. I wanted him naked and sweaty pounding away at my pussy. That seemed to be all I had been thinking about lately and I was almost permanently horny. Sex with Gary had been okay in the beginning, but he had never been the greatest lover, and by the end of our relationship I was lucky if he wanted it more than a couple of times a month. The longer I knew John the more I realised that if I kept seeing him I was going to be unfaithful and I wasn't up for that. Much as things weren't right, Gary was a sweet guy and I didn't want to hurt him. We were good friends but that really should have been all. 

"He was fairly drunk that night," I continued. "I think he had got that way so he could talk to me, but it didn't help him be rational or calm about it. He told me that he was sure I wasn't happy with Gary and he knew he could make me happy. He said he wanted me, and asked me to break it off to be with him. He said that he knew I felt the same way and was stopping myself from getting close to him because I knew I couldn't trust myself to be around him and not end up in his bed."

James looked increasingly shocked as I detailed the highlights of the argument. As I stopped he drew in a breath. 

"Oh my God. That was pretty intense." I nodded in agreement. "So you stopped seeing him because he put all that out there and you couldn't have the friendship that you wanted when he made it clear he wanted a lot more."

"Not exactly," I replied, going slightly red and looking down at the table top rather than at James. There was a pause while he took in my reaction.

"Shit! You did want him." I went redder. "How long? Why didn't you tell me?"

I kept looking at the table, but it was out there now so I replied. 

"A long time. I loved spending that time alone with him. I tried to kid myself it wasn't because I liked him in that way, but I knew it wasn't true. I hated having to leave him and go home to Gary, but I didn't want to hurt Gary by being unfaithful. I was fairly sure he liked me as well, but I tried to convince myself it was my imagination. He was absolutely right when he argued with me, I was putting barriers up so I didn't end up throwing myself at him. 

That's why I stormed out, he had me worked out perfectly, but I was angry with him for the way he dealt with it and not leaving me any excuses to spend time with him without it becoming more. I didn't think I could end my relationship to start one with him. Also, he was being an arse about the whole thing because he was drunk. It seemed easier to push him away and stay with Gary. And I didn't tell you because of you sharing a house with him and being with Nick, it's too complicated."

"So I'm just supposed to go home tonight and pretend like I don't know he's in love with you, knowing that you've sat here and admitted you feel the same?"

"I didn't say I was in love with him," I said quickly.

James gave me a look that suggested he didn't quite believe me. I wasn't sure I believed myself, either. 

"Okay, maybe not, but you obviously think a great deal of him, and you don't think you can control your feelings around him without taking it further. That's quite a lot of lust at the very least. Now I really think you should talk to him. If you already know how he feels about you, and you said he was right about how you felt, what harm can there be in seeing where it goes?"

"I know how he felt three months ago, before I shouted at him and told him he knew nothing about me and should keep out of my life. And now I know he's been hurting since then. How can I suddenly turn up and put everything right after that?"

I wished I could though. I had an image in my mind of going to see him and him being glad that I had come, taking me in his arms to kiss me and tell me he still wanted me, and it wasn't too late to make things right. Then he would take me to his bed and we would spend the night touching and feeling each other and making love as long as we had the energy.

"Earth to Cassie," said James, suddenly bringing me out of my thoughts. 

I blushed because I had been miles away, with John kissing and holding me. "Sorry James, I was just thinking."

"Yes, I can tell what you were thinking as well. Or at least I have a good idea but not the specifics!' he said, laughing. "I know that you pushed him away, and I know that he's been hurting, but it seems that you have too and it's clear that you want him." I blushed again, which was annoying me by now, but James was quick to carry on. "Go and see him, tell him you are sorry for what happened, suck his dick, whatever, but you can at least try and make up with him. It could be good for both of you."

"Is cock sucking the answer to all life's problems then?" I asked. 

James grinned. "Always works for me!" 

We both laughed at that, but I had to push the image of myself on my knees in front of John sucking on him out of my head before I ended up drifting off yet again. 

As I left the pub I thought about everything that James had said. His parting shot had been to tell me that John was home that day and he and Nick would be out until dinner time. 

"Go and see him, now, before you come up with any more excuses. It might not be easy, but at least you will have tried, and you will know if there is any chance for what you want. I'd expect him to start off stubborn, but he'll come round. You're easy to love, you know!"

* * * * 

As I walked up to the house an hour later I was terrified. I kept thinking he would slam the door in my face, if he even opened it in the first place. I kept running ideas through my head how to start the conversation, but nothing seemed right. I was physically shaking as I ran the doorbell. It was the first time in ages I didn't have any trouble keeping my mind off him sexually, the reality of seeing him again was too scary.

The door opened and he stood in front of me. He looked amazing, beautiful blue eyes and dark hair cut short but styled messy, but I could tell he was thinner than when I had seen him last and his face looked drawn. He had comfy clothes on, a baggy old t-shirt and ripped jeans, but still looked really good to me. I thought I saw a glimmer of pleasure in his eyes as he first saw me but it soon turned to a look that was more disinterested than anything else. My heart sank, and then he spoke, coldly, 

"James isn't here." 

Not the best start, I thought. Certainly not him sweeping me into his arms for a passionate kiss like I'd dreamed about. I was going to have to work hard to get what I wanted, if it was still on offer.

"I know. I.. um, came to see you."

He didn't move. He wasn't slamming the door, but he didn't move out of the way or invite me in either. 

"I'm sorry," I continued, looking at the floor. "Can I come in and talk to you?" 

He slowly moved out of the way so I could get into the house, which was a start, but he didn't acknowledge me. Damn, James was right, he was stubborn, and he wasn't going to make any of this easy.

I moved into the front room, trying to work out what to say next. I sat down on the sofa, and he sat in one of the chairs so he was facing me but not near me. I looked up into his eyes again, and it was almost as though there was some hope in them, but his face was still blank. I started to talk again, almost stuttering as I tried to come up with the right words. 

"I am really sorry. I shouldn't have run away from you like I did. I shouldn't have stayed away all this time either. I.. I missed you."

My eyes dropped to the floor again with that admission. I couldn't bear to look at him if he was going to throw me out of the house now. At that point I ran out of things to say, my mouth going dry. I was so scared that he wouldn't speak to me, or that he wouldn't have anything good to say if he did. Then he cleared his throat. 

"I missed you too," he said quietly, and my eyes snapped back up to his but I still couldn't speak. "I shouldn't have said what I did, knowing that you were happy with Gary, but I'd convinced myself that you were interested in me, and I knew what was best for you." 

He blushed, and it was his turn then to look down at the floor. "How is Gary by the way?"

I knew that was him pushing me away in his mind. 

"We broke up," I said, rather too quickly, to try and reassure him. 

Confusion flashed across his face, which was not the reaction I had been going for. 

"Not that I mind, but why are you here?"

"I saw James earlier. We were talking and he persuaded me that I should come and talk to you. I was scared to. I didn't think you would want to talk to me after I did the three minute mile getting out of here."

He smiled slightly at that, which relaxed me a bit, but he was clearly still trying to keep me away and not get any more hurt. 

"I suppose he told you I have been a wreck since you left," he said, grimacing. 

I looked at the floor again. "Not exactly. But it made it worse thinking that I had hurt you. He convinced me that I should try and make things up with you, at the very least apologise."

"So what do you want from me?" he asked. 

There was a silence, I didn't know what to say for a moment, and then words came stumbling out. 

"I wanted to see if we could still be friends. I wanted to see you again because I missed you a lot. I hoped that I could test some theories."

He looked very puzzled at that. "What theories?"

"Mine that you only wanted me because you couldn't have me... and yours that I was pushing you away because I couldn't trust myself to be around you."

These were almost the last things we had said to each other before I left the house the last time I had seen him. I hoped that they might have some effect, and also let him know that I was interested in being more than friends, without actually having to say it. I knew what I wanted but I was still terrified that he wouldn't want me after I had hurt him.

He seemed to be thinking for a moment, and then he stood up and came and sat on the sofa beside me. Not touching me, but having been thinking about him for all this time it was all I could do not to reach out and grab him. It didn't seem like a good idea though. He looked at me, and it was the first time since he had opened the door that there seemed to be much emotion in his face and in his eyes. I hoped that what he was going to say would be good, and swallowed nervously as he opened his mouth to speak. 

"I know the answer to the first one. I've wanted you since we first met," he said very slowly and quietly. "I meant what I said to you, and I was hoping when I said it that you would feel the same. I hoped you would want to be with me. I still do." 

He said the last words so softly that I barely heard them. He looked really scared and I wanted to kiss him to wipe the sad look off his face. He seemed to be expecting me to reject him again.

Then he looked happier and spoke again. "I don't know how you are going to test theory number two. I believe I said that I thought if you so much as touched me you would be unable to control yourself and would be throwing yourself at me. I doubt I was right." 

Looking at him at that moment, especially as he seemed to be finding this thought amusing and there was a smile on his face, albeit a bit pained, I was fairly sure he was right. I know when I had gone back over our conversation that night, a million times in my head, I was sure that he was right about all of it. We had a connection all along that I had been fighting with all that I had, and once he had admitted his feelings I had not known what to do.


Testing Theories - Her



It seemed to happen in slow motion, I reached across to him and caught his hand in mine. Immediately there was a shock through my body and I looked up at him surprised, and seeing the same surprise in his eyes. He entwined his fingers between mine, clearly not wanting to let even that small contact go. 

There was a moment, which felt like a lifetime, before he started leaning towards me, tilting his head, clearly coming in for a kiss. I swallowed nervously again, but moved towards him too, sure this was what I wanted. As our lips touched, very gently, I couldn't believe how it felt. I had never had a kiss, especially one so simple, do so much to my body. I could feel my guts tighten and it felt almost like my body was vibrating at the contact. 

It didn't take long for the kiss to deepen. When my lips opened and his tongue slipped in to play with mine, there was a groan from him and a squeak from me. I slid along the sofa so my side was pressed against his and turned so I could put one arm around him, moving the other up to his head and starting to run my fingers through his hair. I sighed contentedly when his arms came around me, and the kiss got more passionate as we embraced, lips and tongues moving together as we pressed our bodies as close together as we could in this position. When the kiss ended after some minutes, he went to move away and I tried to pull him back, grabbing the back of his head to stop him letting go of me. 

"Don't panic, I'm not going anywhere," he laughed. "That was too good not to try more, but I'm in an uncomfortable position. And it would be nice to have your body against me."

He blushed as he said the last part, and stood up, still holding my hand and pulling me with him and into his body so he could hold me. Electricity seemed to arc between us as my body reacted to the contact. His arms could go right around me now and he hugged me to him, holding me gently but tight against his manly frame. I put my arms around him, with my palms flat on his back, and got as close as I could. As I did, I could tell that he was already hard, which might explain why he had been uncomfortable. It also dispelled any doubts I had about whether this was a good idea -- he clearly wanted me as much as I wanted him.

I have no idea how long we stood there and kissed, it was just amazing having him so close after all this time. After a while though, I started having thoughts about what I wanted to do with him, and James idea from earlier popped into my mind. It seemed like a very good way to say sorry to him for the last three months, and his hands now running up and down my back, occasionally onto the top of my cheeks, was making me very horny. Somehow it seemed only right that he should have something first, and I could still feel his hard dick against me almost begging for some attention.

As we parted our lips briefly to catch our breath, I moved slightly so there was room for my hands between us. I ran them up his sides and down his chest over his t-shirt, and then up under it, feeling a covering of soft hair, which I ran my fingers through. We had stopped kissing but he was still holding me, and as I explored him he seemed to be holding me very carefully as if he was scared it would stop me if he moved or spoke. 

I don't think there was anything he could have done to put me off at that stage, I had a plan and I was going to put it into action. I ran my hands under his shirt and lifted it up slightly, gently running my long nails up his sides as I did so. He hissed his pleasure at the feeling, and I moved my hands to his chest, revelling in having my hands on him finally, and tracing the hair across his chest and down his stomach along the thin trail into his trousers. I loved playing with the hair, and the sounds of pleasure he made as I stroked through it with my fingers. He had moved slightly away from me to give me more room, but still had his arms round me, and had moved his head so he could kiss my forehead occasionally between his moans.

Leaving one hand rubbing his chest between his nipples, I ran the other down lower across his stomach. He sucked in a breath loudly. Then I ran the hand on his chest across to one of his nipples and brushed over it. The slight groan from him was plenty of encouragement, and I kept playing there while my other hand kept sinking lower. I gave up any pretence that I wasn't going for his dick and just put my hand over the erection I could feel in his jeans and rubbed down it from tip to base with a slightly cupped hand. 

"Oh God!" was his reaction as he thrust his crotch slightly towards me. I looked into his eyes and smiled a teasing little sexy smile. His eyes were almost glazed with lust, and it made my heart lurch and my pussy throb to see him like that and feel his need for me in my hand.

I was getting a good reaction from playing with his chest too, but I needed both hands to get his jeans undone. My hands were shaking and my body was in overdrive. His too, and it occurred to me that I wouldn't be able to hold him upright, and he was already shaking and panting. I needed to get him sat down, so as I pulled his jeans down to the floor I pushed him back gently towards the sofa. He didn't have much control left and sat down fast. 

The sight of him collapsed back on the sofa in his close fitting boxers made me ache all over to touch him. He looked so amazing waiting for me, lust and need in his beautiful blue eyes, still slightly glazed. His boxers were clinging to his body and showing off his erection, and a damp patch where he was already leaking. Seeing his obvious arousal made my mouth water. I quickly got to my knees in front of him and nuzzled at his crotch where the damp patch had formed, smelling and tasting him and drawing another groan from his throat and twitch from his cock.

I reached out and pulled his boxers down so that I could get to see the rest of him. As I knew, he was hard and dripping and a good size as well. After all the dreaming I had done this was even better than my imagination. I leaned forward and licked across the head, tasting him properly for the first time, and I hoped not the last. The precum tasted good and I wanted more. I couldn't see his face from this position, but I could hear panting, and my lick had caused another groan. I didn't take him into my mouth straight away, wanting to draw this out a little and give him as much pleasure as I could, so I moved down to play with his balls. 

I pushed his legs further apart so I could get at the treats displayed for me. I licked around under his balls and nuzzled around his crotch. His breathing was getting heavier all the time and he was starting to wriggle, and every new movement I tried on him elicited a groan or moan. Every noise he made turned me on more, but I wasn't concerned about myself at this stage, I just wanted to make him come, and make up for as much of the hurt I had caused as I could. I sucked one of his balls into my mouth and played with it a bit, sucking and licking, then gave the same treatment to the other. He seemed to be trying to speak to me by then, but I couldn't make any sense of the noises he was making. I figured it couldn't be bad or he would have tried to push me away.

Finally, the word 'please' came out. I stopped for a moment and looked up at his face. He was flushed and his eyes were full of need and desire, so much that it made me gasp. 

"Please suck me", he managed to get out. 

I grinned at him and licked up his shaft with my tongue flat, getting more groans as a result. The sounds made me moan too and he bucked up so his head pushed its way into my mouth. I started sucking and licking him, and he put his hands in my hair, not pushing me down but setting a rhythm of me bobbing up and down that he was obviously loving. I had one of my hands on the lower part of his dick and started to jack it in time with my bobbing. The other hand went down to play with his balls and rub under his sack where they met his body, and run my nails along his inner thighs.

He was making the most incredible noises of pleasure, and I loved hearing every one. It didn't seem to take long before I could feel him tightening and getting even more hard. After a few moments more his grip tightened on my hair and I knew he was about to come. He seemed to be tapping on the back of my head, perhaps to warn me, but I was keen to swallow his load and didn't need to pull back. It was considerate to let me know, but I liked to swallow and had no intention of letting it go to waste. 

He screamed with each spasm as he came, and I was treated to shot after shot of his salty cum. I swallowed as fast as I could to get it out of the way and make room for the next shot in my mouth. As he was groaning loudly I was dimly aware of the door behind me opening and a gasp of surprise, then the door closing again. I realised someone had come home, but I couldn't tell who had seen us. John let out a last groan, much quieter now, and sagged back in the chair.

I gently licked around to clear up the few bits of stray cum as he softened, hearing that he was still breathing hard, and when I looked up he was smiling, clearly sated and happy. Much as I wanted to keep him there naked and play some more I decided it would be best to get him dressed again if we had company. He couldn't really move to help me but I did at least get his boxers back up over his deflating cock. He managed to raise a hand back to my hair and gently pulled me towards him, and I happily leant forward for a kiss. He was still panting so it was little more than a peck, but I was able to see his face again and the look of pleasure on it made everything worthwhile. After a few more moments he gathered a bit more strength and managed to hug me to him, although I couldn't get as close as I wanted because he was sat down and I was still on my knees. 

"That was incredible," he finally said. "Thank you. I'm gonna need a bit of time to recover, but I hope I can return the favour soon?!"

I grinned at that, loving the idea of a lot more, but slightly concerned we were no longer alone.

"We might need to move this upstairs. I think someone came in and caught the show." He blushed in response. 

"Oh well, it's nothing they don't do, but I suspect we're going to get teased about it. Perhaps if I hadn't been so right about you not being able to keep your hands off me, we would at least have been able to make it to my room!"

He grinned at me and I couldn't resist kissing him again, taking a couple of minutes to explore him and sure I would never tire of his kisses, they were just perfect. Maybe it was just him that was perfect.

'"I can hear the kettle boiling," I said. "I think I'll face the music and find out who just got an eyeful, and get a drink. Do you want one?" He shook his head. 

The slightly dishevelled look and the fact that he was still partly naked made him look so gorgeous I just gazed him up and down as I stood up. I leaned in for another quick kiss as I did. 

"You might want to put your trousers back on before anyone else comes in," I told him with a grin as I walked away.

Walking through the connecting door into the kitchen, I saw that it was James who had come home. He gave me a broad smile. 

"Cup of tea to wash that down?" he said cheekily. "I was only joking earlier you know!"

"Once I managed to get him to talk to me again it seemed a really good way to make things up to him," I told him. "And it appears to have worked, although we'll see when he recovers!"

Just then I heard the front door go again, and a murmur of voices in the other room. In a moment Nick came through the door and James threw himself into his arms for a welcome home kiss. I averted my eyes, although unlike usual it didn't get too hot and heavy because Nick saw me standing there. 

"I suppose that explains why my brother is sitting in there with a daft grin on his face," he said and smiled at me. 

James jumped in before I could speak. 

"You don't know the half of it. If you'd come back ten minutes ago like I did you'd have seen more of the make up session than anyone would want. I think I may need therapy!"

"Really?" asked Nick. "I hope you haven't been traumatised by the sight of a naked woman!"

James grinned and I knew he was going to tell Nick all about what he had seen, even though it had only been a moment. 

"No, she stayed fully clothed as far as I could see, but I now know she swallows!" 

At this we all burst into laughter, even though I was still fairly red with the embarrassment of the situation. Nick moved over to give me a hug hello, and spoke into my ear 

"It's good to see you, and I'm glad you came over no matter what what you did. Seeing a smile on his face is great. And I'm sure James will get over the trauma eventually!"

At that moment John came through from the other room. He had tidied himself up and if it weren't for the fact everyone in the room stared at him he would probably have managed to remain looking casual. 

"What?" he asked. 

Nick and James both started laughing, so I had to answer.

"You were right about the teasing -- it's already started."

He didn't seem embarrassed and just grinned at me, looking very pleased with himself, then looked across at James. 

"Sorry mate, but I just couldn't get her to keep her hands to herself... or her mouth."

At that he walked over to me and put his arms around me for a hug. 

"I can't wait to see what else I can get you to do later," he whispered to me. 

I swear I thought I couldn't blush any harder than I already had, but this was now getting ridiculous. His arms around me felt really good though, and I wanted to drag him upstairs that second and see what else we could do too. However, it wasn't going to happen, as Nick decided to remind the others about their plans for the weekend, just as I was considering trying to get John into bed and not let him out of it for at least that long. 

I was relieved when John started to ask a question about their trip and Nick said it wouldn't be a problem if I came as well. John took my hand and led me out of the room to talk about what we were going to do. I expected him to lead me back into the living room, but he started heading upstairs. 

I kept following but couldn't resist teasing him a little when I asked, "What were you planning on us doing for the next two hours that we need to go upstairs?" 

When he grinned at me I could almost see his mind working on plans, but I knew we didn't have much time to get too involved. He obviously did too because he said he just wanted to talk to me in private. Nick had said they were leaving in two hours, and I had nothing to take with me. I enjoyed the view of John's backside as he climbed the stairs and tried to keep strong so I wouldn't be tearing his clothes off as soon as we were alone.

I followed him into the room and sat down on the bed, wishing I could drag him on top of me right then and get him to take me like I'd imagined so many times. He started to talk. 

"Can you come with us? Nick had this planned for a while to cheer me up. We'll be back on Sunday, but I can't bear the thought of leaving you now. If you can't come please at least say you will stay with me tonight, and James and Nick can go have a dirty weekend without me." 

I wanted nothing more than to spend time with him now that we had our new understanding, and I didn't care where it was. 

"I'd love to come. I can't bear the thought of you leaving without me either, and I'd love to spend more time with you wherever. I will need to go home and get some things though, clean clothes and stuff."

I shuddered all over when he leant towards me and responded. 

"For what I have in mind, you won't need any clothes." 

I felt my pussy pulse in response to the idea of being naked with him and groaned out loud. I wished I didn't have to leave, but I knew if I didn't go there and then we would get too carried away. He kissed me again and started to feel my breasts. I managed to push him away, but it was really hard to make him stop when I wanted nothing more than his hands all over me making me feel so good. I knew I was panting and getting wet and he had barely touched me at this point, it was all the promise of what was to come.

"I'd love to stay with you right now and let you do whatever you want, but the sooner I go get packed the sooner I will be back, and we can continue this later."

I managed to disentangle myself from him, despite not really wanting to. I had only just got started on exploring his body and there was a hell of a lot more I wanted to do with him. I stood up, glancing back as I reached the door. He was lying on his bed and I somehow resisted the urge to join him.

"I'm so glad I came to see you. I knew you were right about everything when we argued that night, it was just too complicated. I did want to be with you and I kept thinking about you all the time we were apart. I'm just glad I didn't leave it too late." 

I moved back to him for a quick kiss, and said, "I'll see you later sexy."

* * * *

It took far too long to get home and pack. I didn't want to be apart from him now, but no matter how fast I raced around my flat I kept finding different things I needed, and then I realised my current underwear was not going to cut it. He deserved to see something special and I settled on the red lace that I rarely wore. I had to have a quick shower and shave to make sure I was as appealing as possible. It seemed unlikely I would put him off now, but I wanted this evening to be memorable for all the right reasons.

When I finally got back to the house I was immediately pulled into his arms and another kiss that made what little calm I had achieved leave me. I wanted to strip him naked right there and then, but Nick had other ideas and I had to head to the car with the rest of them. If I thought my time at home without him was bad, it was almost worse being so close but unable to do anything about it. After what James had seen earlier we kept contact to the minimum of holding hands tightly. 

I kept looking across at him and smiling. Nothing could have wiped that smile from my face, knowing I had a chance with him despite all that had happened. I wished I could undo the last few months, but the best I could do would be make this weekend worth the wait. I could tell he was thinking about sex as well, because the look in his eyes said a great deal, even if we couldn't say the words when we weren't alone.

That same silence continued through dinner. I couldn't concentrate on eating when the only thing I wanted to do was touch and taste him. His leg against mine under the table was a constant reminder that we were nowhere near close enough, and we had far too many clothes on for my liking. I knew that my thoughts were obvious when I caught his eye, but I could tell he was finding the wait difficult as well. It didn't help that James teased me when he wasn't too busy flirting with Nick. When I said I was full he couldn't resist leaning over and whispering to me.

"You'll be really full later."

I know I went red. That was all I could think about right now. I knew how good I felt earlier, but having John really inside me was something I was really looking forward to, even if I was a bit nervous about the whole thing. I guess it didn't help that James and Nick knew full well what we were going to be doing later, and would be in the room next door. We were bound to get more teasing tomorrow, but at least then it should be worth it.

John took my hand again as soon as we left the table, and I trembled at the slight contact. In the lift he continued to hold it but James was closer to me, and that wasn't quite what I wanted. Clearly he decided he hadn't teased me enough at dinner because he was whispering to me again.




Testing Theories - Her



"If I hear screams later I promise I won't come running!"

Oh God. The idea of John making me scream was the final straw. If I could have stripped him with my eyes he'd have been naked there and then when I looked at him. I thought I saw him swallow nervously at the intensity in my gaze, and he was certainly shaking when he tried to get the door open. Thankfully Nick and James were just as keen to be together as we were and they didn't try to prolong our agony. I had to take over opening the door eventually because it didn't look like John was going to manage it.

He surprised me the second we were in the room. I found myself pressed against the wall, his hard body holding me there and his lips on mine. I returned his kisses with just as much passion, and helped as he started to strip me. When he got my top off and saw me he moaned, and I was really glad I'd made the effort to find my best underwear. He certainly seemed to approve and I smiled at him. His hands were on my breasts almost instantly and I felt the pleasure shoot through me.

I was suddenly picked up and carried across the room. He sat me down and started to work on teasing my body, learning all my curves and what made me moan. The sight of his chest when he stripped off his own top distracted me for a moment, but he wouldn't let me play with him for long, clearly thinking it was his turn. Still, I would be able to do this again and next time I'd be able to play with those muscles and all that tempting fur.

His hands went to my breasts and I couldn't help but moan. When his lips moved to join them, teasing my nipples through my bra it was too good and I wanted more. I undid the hooks and he helped me remove it, grinning at me. His hands went straight back to teasing them but his lips came to mine again. His kisses were soft and sweet and I wasn't sure when he stopped and started to move down my body whether I wanted them to end or the kisses to my neck and shoulder were better. Still, when he started kissing my breasts I didn't want that to stop and I put my hands to the back of his head to keep him there for my pleasure.

I heard my moans and sighs as he worked and I couldn't stop them. It had been far too long since I had had sex this good, and we weren't even at the main event. More importantly though, this was John, who I'd wanted for so long. When he started to strip more of me I just moved to help him get me naked. He couldn't do many of the things I wanted from him unless my clothes were gone. 

I felt self-conscious for a moment when he got me stripped to my underwear and then stood back to look at me, but the look in his eyes was total want and need, and turned me on just as much as his kisses and touches. His eyes seemed drawn to my crotch and I knew he would find me wet. The first stroke of his fingers across me nearly had me jumping out of my skin. His fingers kept stroking me while his lips went back to lick and suck at my nipples. I was in heaven.

When he started to strip the last piece of clothing from me I helped him again, desperate to find out what else he would do with me. Totally naked, already seriously aroused, I waited for him to make some move, staring at him and trying to will him to touch me again. I needed him so badly and it must have been obvious because he groaned before his hands came back to stroke across my skin. For a moment his hands were nowhere sensitive but it still made me shiver with desire.

A moment later I was lost completely, one of his warm hands encircling my breast and the other teasing between my legs. I wriggled, unconsciously trying to get his fingers inside me or to touch my clit, or even better both, but he managed to avoid my movements as I gasped and moaned. I started to wonder if just this might be enough to get me off, but before I could test that theory he moved things up a gear.

His kiss was insistent, and I felt a touch just inside me before he started to move his hand around my clit. I knew I was wet, and his fingers slid easily across me. I had no idea what noises I was making, but every one seemed to spur him on to new movements. I tried to get closer to him but I could barely move with what he was doing, driving me wild, so I settled for wrapping my arms around him and stroking down the muscles on his back. His skin felt hot under my hands, but nowhere near as hot as he was making me.

I felt his kisses increase in force and passion and joined him in them, still trying to get my body closer to him. When he slid a finger inside me, to go with the teasing he was still doing to my clit, I had to break the kiss to gasp for breath. I was bucking against his hand now, trying to get him to fuck me with something. I wanted cock but his hand would do for the moment, I was so close, I just needed a little more of him to push me over the edge. He must have sensed it, because the rubbing increased in force and he started to fuck me with more fingers. It was too much and I cried out, scraping his back with my nails as I came harder than I had done for years.

He kept moving in and against me and I couldn't take it, having to push his hand away from my overly sensitised parts. I was breathing hard, my whole body still in overdrive from what he had done to me. One look in his eyes had me grinning at him, trying to say with a smile what I couldn't form the words for. That had been incredible. He was still holding me loosely and I relished the contract, but as I recovered I started to realise that I still wanted more. 

There were a few inches of him I hadn't yet become acquainted with, and at the thought of that my pussy seemed to pulse, wanting to feel him inside. I wondered for a second if he could read my mind when he started to unzip his jeans, and I was suddenly alert, eager to see what would be revealed.

"A very good idea that. Now that I'm all warmed up I want to feel you in me."

I wasn't sure that he needed any help or encouragement, but I gave both, helping to strip him more for my own amusement than anything. His cock, when it was revealed, was perfect. Hard for me already, not too long or thick but beautifully made so I was going to feel every stroke. The thought of that had me being very obvious about what I wanted.

"Come over here and fuck me."

I certainly didn't sound demure or innocent, but fuck that, I wanted him too badly. I went to lay down on the bed, pulling him by the hand behind me, although I had no doubt that he would follow me now. He needed a release and I was going to enjoy every moment of him getting it just as much as he did. I watched him roll on a condom, pleased that I didn't have to ask, but annoyed that it took time before he lay down with me, or on top of me as it turned out.

He felt so good pressing down on top of me, and I spread my legs immediately, not able to wait. He started to kiss me again, and the fires inside me started to burn so hard I was shaking, but I got hold of his cock to guide it into me, having to move myself because he seemed to have frozen for a moment at the feel of my hand on him. As I felt him start to fill me it was wonderful, and his moan said he agreed. He kissed me as he took over the movement, and the twin connection was almost too much. I pushed back towards him, wanting to feel every bit of him buried inside me, making little excited noises that made him smile at me.

He started slow and it wasn't enough. I felt like we had been stuck in foreplay for far too long -- not tonight, but for months while I struggled to deny what I felt for him. When I stared to move faster he joined me, our hands exploring each other as we slammed our bodies together, our lips pressed together and tongues playing in a deep and passionate kiss. More than anything else, I enjoyed the feel of his buttocks flexing under my hands each time he thrust inside. 

I was getting close, I knew it, and I tried to move so I could get the maximum penetration from him and the angle to grind myself against him. I could tell by his frantic panting and the odd face he was pulling, which was kind of sweet, that he was also close to coming, and if at all possible I wanted us to be together when it happened. When he worked his hand between us and started to rub my clit it was too much and I cried out as I came, and heard him coming only a moment later.

He lay on top of me when he finished, sweaty and panting, and I hugged him to me. That had been amazing, and I wasn't going to let him go if I had my way, I wanted a lot more of him. His little kisses as he recovered still turned me on no end, although I doubted he would be able to do anything about it even if I did get horny again. I smiled at him, seeing that he was smiling back.

"That was incredible," he said quietly. "Way better than I ever imagined."

"Yes, I know what you mean."

"'Have you been having indecent thoughts about me young lady?"

I laughed. Absolutely was the real answer, but I felt the need to tease him back.

"Maybe," I told him, grinning.

"'How long? I'm not complaining at all, but how did today come about after all this time?"

Time to confess, I guessed. He needed to know what had happened and how much I cared about him.

"A long time. Maybe not from the first moment, although I did think you were cute. When I started spending time with you at your house, especially all the time we spent alone. I wanted to stay and talk to you, even though I was kicking myself for it because it kind of felt like I was being unfaithful. In the beginning I tried to convince myself I was just enjoying a friendship, but I knew there was more to it than that. You were right about me not being able to trust myself around you. It was fine as long as I could convince myself I wouldn't let anything happen and you didn't want it to, but after that night..."

I stopped talking, not quite sure how to explain what I'd done since then because I knew it had hurt him that I stayed away, maybe even more now he knew that I'd wanted him too. He kissed me though, so hopefully he wasn't too upset.

"I am sorry about the way I handled that. I probably should have at least been sober, but I didn't think I would be able to pluck up the courage to say anything to you if I was. It didn't exactly go to plan."

"You don't have to apologise. I said you were right. I got angry with you because it was either that or throw myself at you and I couldn't have done that to Gary. I've wished a thousand times that I had been single when I met you, or I'd handled that whole situation better. I am really sorry for just running out on you and hurting you over the months I haven't seen you."

I had to kiss him then, to try and make up for that. I didn't know how he could be blaming himself, but he needed to know that wasn't what I felt. I was glad for the heart to heart, but even more glad to still be pressed into the bed by his gorgeous body. He moved, but didn't go far, and as soon as he settled down I lay alongside him, an arm and leg across his body so I could still be close, and he seemed glad I had but still wanted to talk.

"I'm just glad we got to this point, even if it did take a long time. Incidentally, how long have you been single?"

I laughed. It hadn't been long at all, but perhaps I should have faced up to things even sooner.

"'About five days. It took me a little while to work up the courage, and to be honest, James pretty much made me do it."

"I knew I liked him! Turns out he's not just good for my brother."

"Yeah. I think he wanted to sort out my love life seeing as I had sorted his out. I never told him how I felt about you, but he must have seen it somehow."

"So you two didn't talk about me?"

"Yes, of course, but not about what I was thinking. He knew I liked you, but I didn't say how much. I reckon he knew I wasn't entirely happy with my relationship and he thought you would be better for me, but I didn't even tell him exactly what our argument was about until today."

"And he sent you straight round once he was sure there was something between us we could work on?"

"I guess so. I suppose I made it clear I was thinking about you," I replied, blushing hard when I remembered what I had been thinking about him.

"What's embarrassing you?" he asked.

I was probably bright red, but I felt I should tell him.

"Well, when I was with him earlier, my mind kept drifting off. He definitely knew what I thought about you today and it was almost as if he could see what was going on in my head. Which was x-rated!"

"Oh, really! You'll have to tell me now so I can fulfil all your fantasies!"

"You just did what I was wanting, and it was fantastic! I might tell you some of my other fantasies later," I replied, grinning.

"I can't wait! By the way, you do realise you aren't single any more?"

I felt that comment go through me as a shudder of pleasure, so happy that he wanted to be with me. I didn't want him to be too aware of how turned on I was at the idea of being claimed, so I made a joke of it.

"I hoped I wasn't! I am going to have to leave you briefly though." 

I had to kiss him before I got out of bed and went to the bathroom. I could feel his eyes on me, and I lingered for a moment longer than I needed to. He was right outside the door when I got out of there, and he grabbed me and kissed me, so I hugged him and returned his kisses until he had to let me go.

"Get yourself sorted and come join me in bed. I need to sleep, but I want to do it with you holding me."

"Exactly what I was thinking. I won't be long."

I got back into the bed, surprised that I missed him being there with me, and making an obvious invitation for him to get back in there as soon as possible. I made him spoon up behind me. I was exhausted, but I needed to feel his body against mine and that was a wonderful way to do it, his arm resting over me. I was too tired even to appreciate it when he kissed my neck, causing me to shiver with pleasure.

"Sensitive spot?" he asked.

"Mmmm," was all I managed to say, worn out in the best possible way. I managed to give him a quick kiss before I snuggled down, so happy to be with him but no longer able to keep awake and appreciate it. 

* * * * * * 

I woke to the feeling of being held tight, for a moment not knowing where I was or who I was with, but it didn't take long for me to remember. John was kissing me, right on the spot that last night had caused me to shiver. Now it was waking me up in the best possible way, and turning me on at the same time. I moaned, so glad to still be in his arms and loving what he was doing to me. 

I could feel his erection against my ass, and I pushed my body back up and into his, giving him an open invitation to do whatever he wanted, moaning as he continued to send waves of pleasure through me. That brought his dick closer to where I wanted it and I moved myself so I could take hold of it and slide it inside me, needing that increased connection right then. I heard him gasp but I didn't think he would complain, and almost as soon as I got him inside me he started to move, soon finding the perfect angle so we could work together at a lazy morning fuck.

This was good, the best wake up call I had ever had, but he was getting close, no longer nipping at my neck, but panting in my ear and speeding up his thrusts into me. He shocked me when he bit down on my shoulder, groaning his pleasure out as I felt him harden and then spill inside me. The feel of his teeth on me somehow made me come, and I buried my face in the pillow nearby as I cried out.

After a few moments of shaking I managed to roll over, wanting to see him and kiss him. Somehow we had missed out on that part so far and I needed that too. I was smiling, but he was looking rather worried, and I suddenly wondered whether he wanted what I did.

"What's wrong? Didn't you enjoy that?"

"God yes, it was fantastic, but we didn't use a condom."

"Well, I know I'm clean, and I'm on the pill. Does that help?" 

He visibly relaxed then. "'Sorry, real life getting in the way of the fun there. I haven't had it in ages, I'm clean too. I think I was more panicked about the idea of kids after less than 24 hours together."

"It's okay, I got a bit carried away there too, but I wouldn't have done if there was no contraception involved. Or at least I hope I wouldn't. You made me too horny to think straight though."

Looking up at him after my comment, I knew my feelings were showing on my face, and he kissed me with passion, turning me on again. I realised we hadn't yet kissed today, even though we had already made love, but it didn't really feel like I had missed out until I got to have that as well. He withdrew a little, looking into my eyes.

"Sorry for biting you. Does it hurt?"

"A bit, but I really don't mind," I replied, blushing slightly. Perhaps I would leave discussing my few kinks with him for a later date.

"I thought I was going to scream and it was kind of automatic to stop myself. I'm amazed you didn't, although you did seem to be eating that pillow!"

I laughed with him then, but he had no idea how close he had come to making me scream, it was only awareness of where we were that had stopped me. That he had felt it so intensely as well just made me happy.

"I didn't fancy the idea of waking our neighbours with screams of pleasure either! Especially as they would take the piss."

James had teased me so much before we had gone to bed last night, that I really didn't want him having any more ammunition this morning. I was pretty sure John was thinking something similar, and we were both quiet until we heard something that made us both burst into laughter.

"Aah... James... YES!" came clearly through the wall from next door.

We giggled at that for a little while, both very amused that we'd just been discussing what the others might have heard and them then not being anywhere near as careful about the sounds of their lovemaking. I stopped laughing though when I saw the look in John's eyes. He was staring at me with such love, but he also looked slightly sad, and I worried about what he was thinking.

"What's wrong?" I asked, concerned about the answer.

He kissed me softly before responding.

"Absolutely nothing. I was just thinking how glad I was that this happened and making sure I remembered everything about you. I can't lose you again, it's too hard living without you, and now I've had a taste of what I've wanted for so long I don't ever want to go back to that."

I let out a breath, feeling my heart melt at what he was saying. It was his turn to look worried waiting for my reply, but there was only one I could give.

"I'm not going anywhere. I love you."

It took him a moment to stop staring, absorbing what I had said, but it was obviously the right thing as he started to kiss me hard and he pulled my body as tight to him as he could. If he never let me go I would be happy, he'd been so right about me not being able to control myself around him. Now I had experienced what I had only ever been able to imagine before now, there was no way I was going back to hurting the pair of us by keeping us apart. 

"I love you too," he whispered.

A grin spread across my face, knowing we both felt the same and that I could be with him. All the months apart had faded away and now this was my reality, in the arms of the man I loved and happier than I had ever been. 

* * * * 



Testing Theories - Him



Note: I've submitted two stories with the his and hers perspectives, so you can read either or both (or neither). The sex scenes here are purely m/f but the characters cross over with my gay male story Going Out.

* * * * * * 

I had a day off work and was wandering around the house. I hadn't wanted to take any time off but it had been a case of use it or lose it, and as much as being at work was taking my mind off everything else, I wasn't prepared to lose holiday time. As it was I had been working plenty of overtime as the projects I had to do were keeping me occupied and stopping me moping around like a lovesick puppy. Aside from the abnormal number of hours I was spending in the office, I didn't think my workmates had any idea of what was going on with me. I wished I could say the same about my brother and his boyfriend. They had to live with me, and saw the grumpy side of me when I couldn't keep my mind occupied with other things.

For about the millionth time I wished I had kept my mouth shut. If I hadn't decided to tell her I was in love with her and wanted her to be mine then I wouldn't be in this situation. Mind you, I wasn't coping terribly well with just being friends before I opened my big mouth. I didn't believe in love at first sight, or at least I hadn't, it all seemed a little too convenient that you could meet someone and instantly know they were 'the one'. I had always figured what people described was probably lust rather than anything substantial, but then I met Cassie.

* * * *

It all started because of my twin brother Nick. He had gone out with a bunch of workmates one night and when he came home he told me about this guy James he had met in a pub. He was clearly really happy and he nearly drove me mad going on about him and how cute and funny he was. They had made plans to meet again the following night, and I could remember the crisis when Nick couldn't find anything to wear, despite his extensive wardrobe. It had made me laugh a lot seeing him flapping around getting ready. Nick was generally really masculine, but that night he was being such a girl!

I'd met James for the first time the following morning. I think he was a little surprised when he first saw me as there was confusion on his face when we met in the kitchen. 

"Didn't tell you about his identical twin, huh?"

He smiled, "He said he shared with his brother, but not the twin thing, no."

Nick had been right, James was easy to chat to and a nice guy, so I was happy that they were so good together and that Nick was in a proper relationship at last, just what he had wanted. Unfortunately it made it hard for me as I was single, and being around a loved up couple is difficult when you want that sort of thing for yourself and don't have it.

One night not long after I was out in the pub with some mates. I was more than a little surprised when a woman walked over and gave me a huge hug. I didn't know her, but I had an instant reaction to her body against mine, and immediately an urge came over me to put my arms around her and not let her go. She had a cute blonde bob, which wasn't her natural colour judging by her dark eyebrows and amazing dark red-brown eyes. She was looking at me with a slightly glazed look as she had clearly been drinking, but confusion was starting to show in her eyes. I expect my face was showing the same. 

She let go of me and said, "Hi Nick, it's good to see you again. Where's James? I thought you guys were going out tonight." 

Not the first time I had been mistaken for my twin, but I really wished she had wanted to hug me like that.

"I'm not Nick," was all I managed to say. 

"Shit!" was her reaction. "Sorry. You must be John?"

"Yep," I replied. I was taking the opportunity to check her out and I liked what I saw. She was curvy not stick thin, with a decent sized pair of breasts, assuming they weren't helped out by a wonderbra, but I didn't think so. 

"It's an easy mistake to make, you're not the first. I'm not complaining if I get a free hug!"

"Perhaps I should start again," she said, and held out her hand for me to shake it. "I'm Cassie, a good friend of James. Pleased to meet you John. As you will have gathered, I've met Nick before. In fact, I introduced him and James, which seems to have worked out rather well."

When she smiled at me I felt my heart and crotch warm. "It's definitely working. I've barely seen my brother, and when I do he always has a daft grin on his face. I suppose I should thank you, although he used to have a few more topics of conversation than how wonderful James is!"

"Sorry about that. I can imagine. After they met all they would do was stare into each other's eyes. It wasn't quite the fun night out with my mate I had imagined, but it was really sweet!"

As she spoke a man came over from the bar with drinks in each hand. He came right over to her, put one of the glasses in her hand, and then slipped his arm around her waist. The look on his face was almost proprietorial, warning me off. She introduced us and I discovered this was her boyfriend, Gary. I managed to act pleased to meet him, but I really wasn't. I had felt an attraction to her from the moment she hugged me and finding out she was off the market actually made me feel a pang of jealousy. After he arrived he clearly wanted to get away and she excused herself, apologising again for the earlier confusion.

* * * *

I didn't see her again for a few weeks, although she had been on my mind. One weekend James asked if his best friend could come over. It turned out he was talking about Cassie. I promised myself I would remember she had a boyfriend already and I would just be myself and normal around her. It went wrong from the moment the doorbell rang. I nearly jumped out of my chair desperate to see her again.

When I opened the door to let her in I was glad that it was dark outside and the light was behind me. Otherwise I was fairly sure she would have seen the immediate look of lust on my face. As it was I think she heard my sharp intake of breath, and I had to cover by saying it was cold outside. As she came in I was able to see her better and that only made matters worse. All the feelings I had in the pub were more intense now I could see and talk to her properly.

Rather than my plan of just being myself that night, I ended up looking like an idiot. I could barely open my mouth to speak to her without getting tongue tied. I was really glad that Nick and James were so into each other that they didn't see my discomfort. My cock had twitched the second I opened the door, and I spent the whole evening trying to keep it under control. Aside from my observations about her face and body, she was also intelligent, kind and funny. A perfect package all round and I had no idea what to do. If I hadn't known she had a boyfriend I think I would have jumped her there and then.

* * * * 

Over the following months I had seen a lot of her as James was round all the time, and before long had moved in. Seeing more of her didn't help my obsession but at least I was better able to control myself and act fairly normal when she was about. Usually one night at the weekend we would all get a takeaway, watch a film or two or something on the tv and sit in the front room drinking and chatting. The really hard part would come when Nick and James snuck off to get frisky and I was left with her. She could have left when James went but she didn't seem to mind spending time alone with me. It got my hopes up many times, but when I said anything flirtatious to her there was no reaction. 

Every time she left the house I would head up to my room straight away. I would go back over what we had talked about, seeing her smiling and laughing at what I had said. Then my imagination would take over and she would change from the reality and would be responding to my flirting, so that I would be kissing and holding her and soon we would be making love on the sofa, or I would have dragged her upstairs to my bed and be licking her all over. While I had these thoughts I would be stroking my hard dick until I was shooting cum all over myself. Each time I did it, as I was recovering I would tell myself not to let it happen again. She thought of me as a friend and I was using her as a masturbation fantasy, but each time she left I was too horny not to do it and I couldn't seem to stop myself thinking about her.

I suppose I started to convince myself there was something more there. Sometimes I caught her looking at me and thought I saw a glimmer of want in her eyes. Other times I would brush against her and she would shiver as though there was electricity running through her as it did through me when she was near. The amount of time we spent alone together seemed longer each time as though she was reluctant to leave, but she always did and I was always gutted. I knew she was going back home to her boyfriend. When she spoke about him, which actually she didn't do a lot when it was just the two of us, I could feel the bile rising at the thought of him having his hands on her and getting to do the sorts of things I could only do in my imagination. When she spoke about what a nice guy he was the jealousy that rose up in me was initially a surprise, but I kind of got used to it after a while.

In some ways I wish I had spoken to Nick about everything I was feeling, but it didn't seem right because Cassie was such a good friend to James. I sure as hell didn't want him knowing about my feelings in case he told her and things became awkward. Mind you, the advantage of not telling them was that James would talk freely about Cassie and Gary in front of me. Some stuff I didn't really want to know, but I started to get a picture of a relationship that was bumbling along and neither one of them had the guts to end because they were good friends. One time he made some comment in front of her that implied she wasn't getting any good sex. She had looked embarrassed at the comment, and I thought she glanced at me to see my reaction. 

Eventually I built all this up in my head and made the decision that next time she came over I would get drunk, tell her how I felt, and ask her to be with me. I figured she would go for it and if it went badly I could at least blame the drink. I didn't want to put myself on the line, but I had become a virtual hermit, living for the next time I saw her and dreaming about her all the time in between. Nick had noticed I wasn't going out much but I just said I was too busy with work and made it look like I was spending time on the computer working on projects, rather than looking at porn to try and relieve the itch like I really was.

* * * * 

She stood to leave, and this time I knew I couldn't let her, not without saying what was on my mind. The several vodkas I'd downed during the evening took away most, but not all, of the fear I was feeling, but certainly enough that I could no longer stay silent and let her walk away to leave me frustrated yet again.

"Don't go."

She turned back to look at me, clearly surprised by my request.

"Please don't go. Stay here with me."

"What are you on about? I've got to go home, it's late."

"I know that. I also know you don't want to leave. Why go back to him when you can have me?"

"You're drunk," she replied, looking nervous but not angry and that was enough for me to keep going.

"Maybe a little, but I know what I'm saying. I see how you look at me, and how you react to my touches. Why go back to a man you don't love when you can have so much more?"

"What do you know about it? I do love him."

Okay, so now she was starting to get angry, or at least annoyed, but I was on a roll and full of confidence. I knew what she wanted, she just needed a little more persuasion.

"You care about him as a friend. I bet you can barely get through him shagging you, when he bothers to, and even then you have to imagine it's really me. The real thing would be so much better."

"Shut up. Drunk and needy doesn't do it for me."

"And boring and safe, always wanting something better, does? I know you want me, just admit it."

"I want you to shut up and leave me alone. You don't know anything about me."

"I know you want me, and I know I want you. Stay with me. Don't go back to him when you can stay with a man who loves you."

"Fuck off. I don't want anything to do with you. You don't love me, you just want what you can't have."

"You're afraid of me and what you feel. You're only saying this because you don't trust yourself to touch me, because you know you wouldn't want to stop. One touch, one kiss, and you'd forget all about him and be in my bed, I promise."

"I don't want your promises, and I don't want your kisses. I'm leaving, now, before you make even more of a fool of yourself. Stay away from me," she shouted.

* * * * 

Now I was wandering around the house again, with nothing keeping my mind off the monumental mistake I had made. I had managed to get drunk and talk to her. Well, I started talking to her, but by the end we were shouting at each other. In my imagination she had never been horrified when I declared my feelings, but when I actually did it the look on her face was not pleasure. She didn't want to kiss me, she wanted to run. I told her that I thought her relationship with Gary was a sham and she would be happy with me. She was quite harsh telling me I knew nothing about it, but to be fair I was probably being quite arrogant thanks to the drink. 

It had all gone wrong. We were shouting at each other, which even brought Nick and James back downstairs. I don't know how much of the conversation they had actually heard, but they got down in time to witness Cassie storming out the front door. Nick tried to talk to me but I wasn't keen to relive my humiliation. James hung back as I could see he was torn. I had clearly just really pissed off his best friend. His mobile beeped then and I saw him read a message that must have been from her as he looked at me oddly and then wandered back upstairs. 

Since that night I hadn't seen her at all, and had spent over three months reliving the break up of a relationship that had only ever existed in my head. I knew it was ridiculous, but I couldn't seem to get over it. I had thought having her around when she was driving me nuts with lust was bad, but not seeing her at all was a million times worse. She hadn't been over to the house at all, although I knew that James still saw her regularly. I tried to ask him about it once. He told me that she hadn't told him exactly what was said but she felt it would be too difficult to see me. That just confirmed that she didn't feel for me like I did for her and it hurt again. After that I didn't ask him about her again even though I wanted to know how she was doing. I really wanted to be able to go back to how things were before, but that wasn't possible. 

That didn't mean that I had entirely given up hope, although every time I imagined meeting her again I mentally kicked myself. She was still the person in my dreams and fantasies. I felt less guilty about that now because at least I knew the truth and wasn't building myself up for another fall, but I felt sad that I was still obsessing over someone I couldn't have. 

* * * * 

As I was deciding to clean the kitchen for want of something better to take my mind off things, I heard the doorbell. I went to answer the door and was really shocked to see Cassie standing there, wondering if I was actually asleep and imagining it. For a moment I was really pleased and then the instinct to preserve what was left of my dignity and not show her that I was hurting came over me. When I spoke even I was surprised at the cold tone of my voice. 

I had dreamed about her coming over and telling me she was wrong and wanted me after all, but I wasn't prepared to let myself think that was why she was here. I realised after a moment that she was talking to me and asking to come in. My mind was racing but I tried to stay calm. I let her in and when she went to sit on the sofa, went across to the chair, as far away as I could to give myself a bit of breathing space and so I hopefully wouldn't react too much to her presence.

Seeing her in reality reminded me of how cute she was. I wasn't relaxed at all, and she looked nervous as well. It must have been quite difficult for her to come here, but I wanted to know why she had. If she was going to crush me again at least she could have the decency to get it over and done with. When she started to talk I listened intently but tried not to let any feelings show on my face. 

"I am really sorry. I shouldn't have run away from you like I did. I shouldn't have stayed away all this time either. I.. I missed you."

As she said this she seemed to be avoiding looking at me. My mind was racing and trying to work out if this was good or not. I wanted to be able to spend time with her again, but I wasn't sure I could do that and manage to keep my distance.

I cleared my throat. "I missed you too," I said, almost under my breath. 

She looked at me then. I knew that whatever else might be said I did owe her an apology for my comments.

"I shouldn't have said what I did, knowing that you were happy with Gary, but I'd convinced myself that you were interested in me, and I knew what was best for you."

I looked away then. It suddenly occurred to me that this was probably only about an apology and I couldn't let myself start to feel anything for her. The best thing I could think of to save myself from any heartache was to ask how Gary was.

"We broke up," she said, quickly. 

My heart leapt at hearing that, but it only took a moment for my head to but in and remind me that this did not mean that she had come over to take me up on my offer. She wasn't interested, she had made that quite clear when we were arguing that night. But I wondered what she did want. 

"Not that I mind, but why are you here?" I asked.

"I saw James earlier. We were talking and he persuaded me that I should come and talk to you. I was scared to. I didn't think you would want to talk to me after I did the three minute mile getting out of here." 

I wanted to do a hell of a lot more than talk to her, but I couldn't let that show. I wondered exactly what James had said about me, bearing in mind how I had been behaving at home. 

"I suppose he told you I have been a wreck since you left," I said.

"Not exactly. But it made it worse thinking that I had hurt you. He convinced me that I should try and make things up with you, at the very least apologise."

So James had told her I had been upset. Maybe not all of it, but she had an idea that I hadn't been coping well. I didn't like the thought that she had only come over to apologise, but it was a start. And she had said 'at the very least'. Was that a good sign?

"So what do you want from me?" I asked. 

There was a silence that seemed incredibly long. I was desperate for her to say something, and still hoping despite my head trying to convince me it wasn't a possibility, that she might want more from me than just to talk. Her answer confused me but did raise my hopes again. 

"I wanted to see if we could still be friends. I wanted to see you again because I missed you a lot. I hoped that I could test some theories."

That was a bit cryptic, so I asked, "What theories?" 

"Mine that you only wanted me because you couldn't have me... and yours that I was pushing you away because I couldn't trust myself to be around you."

Oh God. That was what we had said to each other when we argued. She had been thinking about our conversation as well. Maybe running it over and over in her head just like I had. And if she wanted to test those theories, well, they could only be tested by us actually doing something, couldn't they? And if she'd been thinking like that then she must want to be with me? I could barely contain myself but still didn't want to get too excited. There was still a part of me that thought this must all be a dream. I decided I could afford to get closer to her and stood up to move to sit on the sofa. I didn't want to push anything so I left a decent gap between us. I could still feel my body reacting to having her close though and tried to will my dick to stop hardening.




Testing Theories - Him



I realised that if anything was going to happen here I was going to have to put my feelings out there again. It's not like it could hurt me much more if she rejected me -- I'd already been through that and there was little I could say that she didn't already know. Perhaps this time, with Gary out of the picture, it would make a difference. 

"I know the answer to the first one. I've wanted you since we first met," I said. "I meant what I said to you, and I was hoping when I said it that you would feel the same. I hoped you would want to be with me. I still do."

As I said this my voice tailed off to almost be inaudible. I was terrified she would push me away and leave right then, but also nervous that it might actually work and she would show me she was interested.

I thought that humour would help protect my feelings if it did all go wrong, and almost joked as I continued.

"I don't know how you are going to test theory number two. I believe I thought if you so much as touched me you would be unable to control yourself and would be throwing yourself at me. I doubt I was right."

I hoped I was right though, maybe I wasn't three months ago, but now she was giving me the kind of look that made me think she wanted to kiss me. 

I was still too terrified of rejection to make any move towards her, but suddenly she reached across and took my hand in hers. I was shocked; not only that she had done it, but also at the reaction from my body. It felt amazing just having such a small amount of contact. It also made me want a lot more and was making my cock plump up even further. I was looking into her eyes now and she also looked surprised, but she wasn't letting go of my hand. 

I couldn't resist the urge I had to kiss her, but leaned forward slowly in case I had it all wrong. She would have time to get away. When it became clear she was also leaning towards me and wasn't going to back off I swear I could hear my body singing. The pleasure when our lips actually touched was a real shock. It was the tiniest of touches at the start but I still had to stop myself letting out a moan. 

I had been waiting for this for nearly a year and thinking I was never going to see her again for the last few months, and all of a sudden she was here, on my couch, with our hands intertwined and kissing me with increasing passion. My cock had sprung up to almost full hardness and I was having trouble sitting because the position I was in half turned towards her and trying to get closer was crushing it in my jeans. I realised I would have to move and that if I stood up now I could have all of her against me. The thought of that made me move off her faster than I thought and she actually tried to stop me. I couldn't believe my luck that she was clearly getting into this as much as I was. 

I reassured her that I wanted more and wanted to feel her against me, and she didn't resist me pulling her up and against me so I could hold her. It was so good to feel her like that, although I instantly wondered how much better it would be if we were naked. All in good time though, I couldn't really push this right now. 

I wanted to get my hands on the breasts that had fascinated me since the first time I saw her, but contented myself with running my hands over her back and down onto the top of her cheeks, not heading too low in case I scared her off. The kissing was deep and passionate and I had never felt anything like it. We were both breathing heavily and shaking slightly, and there was the occasional moan coming from each of us. She also seemed to squeak from time to time and it was the cutest noise I thought I had ever heard, especially as it was me that was causing her to make it.

When we broke apart for a moment to get our breath back I was shocked when she started to run her hands over me, and when they went up under my t-shirt I was in heaven. She was running her hands over my naked skin and all I could do was stand there letting her, not that I ever wanted it to stop. When one of her hands snaked down though, towards my jeans, I froze. I was aware that I was shaking and tried to breathe. I desperately wanted her to touch my hard dick at that moment but didn't dare ask. It was almost as though she could read my mind though as she suddenly went for it and rubbed down the length through my jeans. 

'Oh God!' I gasped out.

Those were the last coherent words I uttered for some time because she started to undo the button and then the zip on my jeans. I knew I was shaking and was having great trouble staying upright, probably because all my blood was now in my crotch. She again seemed to sense what I was thinking and pushed me down into a chair, in the process managing to get my jeans down to my ankles. I knew my eyes were rather glazed but I could still see her and the look on her face was full of desire, especially when she saw how hard I was and that I was leaking so much that my boxers were already wet. 

She smiled so sexily as she got them down. I thought I was in heaven before but when she nudged my legs apart and started to nuzzle in my crotch and lick at my balls I started babbling. I wanted to ask her to suck my dick but I couldn't seem to form any actual words. The noises I did make were clearly urging her on and I tried to concentrate on what she was doing, but it was all so intense that I couldn't think straight. 

Finally I managed to get out one word. "Please." She stopped to look at me then to find out what I wanted, although I would have been surprised if she hadn't already known, and that it hadn't been her plan all along. After all, she was kneeling before me while I had my trousers and boxers round my ankles. If she hadn't planned on sucking me off this would just be torture. I managed to get my breath back a little and say 

"Please suck me." 

She smiled again and I loved the look on her face when she did. What she was doing was all about me but she seemed to be loving it too. Then she licked across my head and into my slit. I nearly exploded right then, but just about managed to keep a hold on myself so as not to let this be over too quickly. I doubted I would be able to hold out very long, but I did want to appreciate every moment. It was definitely a good thing I couldn't concentrate on anything else, because it finally switched my brain off from wondering how this amazing thing had actually happened. If it weren't for her hot mouth on me feeling so real I'd probably think this was just another dream.

She was bobbing up and down licking and sucking me, jacking the lower part of my dick with one hand and playing with my balls with the other. It was incredible and I knew I wouldn't last long. After only a couple of minutes I could feel myself starting to thicken and tapped her head to try and let her know I was going to shoot. She either didn't understand the warning or didn't care because she started sucking even harder and taking more of me in. I know that I screamed out loud with every shot, but I didn't care. I was aware that she still had me in her mouth and every shot was being swallowed by this gorgeous woman I had wanted for so long. When I finally stopped coming I was exhausted. I felt like I had been completely drained. I wanted to kiss her but I couldn't move.

Eventually I recovered enough to put my hand up into her hair and pull her towards me for a kiss. I wanted to make it intense again but I didn't yet have my breath back. After a few moments I managed to hug her to me. It wasn't close enough but still felt good. It seemed like all my christmases had come at once. Not only had Cassie come back to me but she had gone beyond my expectations and given me the most fantastic blow job I had ever had. I could speak again and tried to let her know. 

"That was incredible! Thank you. I'm gonna need a bit of time to recover, but I hope I can return the favour soon?!"

She seemed to like that idea by the grin on her face, but started speaking. 

"We might need to move this upstairs. I think someone came in and saw us." 

I was a bit embarrassed then, but figured it couldn't be too bad. I wasn't going to be too worried that it had happened. 

"Oh well, it's nothing they don't do, but I suspect we're going to get teased about it. Perhaps if I hadn't been so right about you not being able to keep your hands off me, we would at least have been able to make it to my room!'" 

She came in for another kiss then, and as I explored her mouth I wondered what else could happen between us. My mind was racing with all the things I had imagined and hoped I would now get a chance to do, mainly burying my hard cock in her pussy and watching her face as I made love to her. 

She pulled away from me again saying she wanted a drink, and would find out who we had just scared. I kind of hoped it was Nick rather than James. She offered to get me one but I shook my head. As she walked off she looked me up and down really appraising what state I was in. She seemed to like what she saw, and it was a state that she had got me into. 

Her parting shot was delivered with a cheeky smile. 

"You might want to put your trousers back on before anyone else comes in!"

I tidied myself up and wondered about what to do next. We seemed to have skipped most of the talking and gone straight to the sex. Not that I was complaining, mind you, but I felt we had some things that needed to be said. On the other hand, after what had just happened perhaps more action was more appropriate. Just as I was considering a plan to get her naked and in my bed, Nick came through the door. 

"Hey bruv,"' I said and smiled at him. 

He looked puzzled. I figured I must have looked a bit dishevelled still and he hadn't seen me smile in a while. 

"Have I caught you in the middle of something? You look like the cat who got the cream!"

I grinned as I answered. "I'm good. In fact, I haven't felt this good for months!" 

That was the understatement of the century when I was still shaking from the best blowjob I thought I'd ever had, given by the woman of my dreams.

Then he reminded me of something that had gone out of my head just about the first moment I had seen Cassie. 

"I hope it means you will be some fun while we are away this weekend."

I groaned when I remembered. He had booked a hotel for me him and James to go away, to try and cheer me up. We were supposed to be leaving that night. I had been looking forward to it, as another way to keep my mind off my problems, but now it seemed like torture as I had just got her back and now I was supposed to be leaving. I couldn't cope for even two nights away now I had experienced just a tiny bit of what I wanted. 

"Is James in the kitchen?" he asked, not commenting on my groan, and walked on through.

I sat and thought about things for a moment. Nick had booked me a double room hadn't he? That meant there would be room for Cassie as well, if they didn't mind. After all, he and James would want some alone time and we could each have a dirty weekend if she could come with me. And if she couldn't, maybe Nick would understand me blowing him out under the circumstances. 

I figured I needed to talk to them both and wandered into the kitchen where everyone else had gathered. I tried to look calm and relaxed, but from the looks I got as I walked in, Nick had already heard the tale of what James had seen. Cassie looked at me as if requesting help. 

"What?" I asked. Nick and James both started laughing. 

"You were right about the teasing -- it's already started," Cassie informed me, already blushing from whatever had been said.

I was more pleased than embarrassed at that moment. I finally had her back in my life, and everything was right with the world. I grinned and apologised to James. 

"Sorry mate, but I just couldn't get her to keep her hands to herself... or her mouth." 

I walked over to Cassie and wrapped my arms around her. I couldn't resist whispering to her. 

"I can't wait to see what else I can get you to do later."

She looked both pleased and embarrassed at the suggestion, but then Nick started to talk about the weekend and us leaving. I could feel her tense a little in my arms. 

"Um, about that," I started to say. 

Nick looked over at me and finished my thought. 

"You were wondering if Cassie could come too? No problem with me -- you two should talk about it. We'll be leaving in two hours."

I pulled Cassie away as I wanted to talk to her in private. Rather than take her back into the living room I decided my bedroom would be better and started to lead her upstairs. She wasn't resisting, but she did ask why. 

"What were you planning on us doing for the next two hours that we need to go upstairs?"

There was a twinkle in her eye as she said it that suggested she wouldn't mind any plans I had in mind. 

"I just thought we should talk in private, there are too many places in this house to get walked in on."

She kept holding my hand and followed me into my room. She sat down on the bed and I sat beside her, trying not to let my mind run away with me now that I had her in my room and on my bed. The various pictures I had in my head of her lying back while I gave us both pleasure surged into the front of my mind, and I fought to remember what we had actually come in here for.

"Can you come with us? Nick had this planned for a while to cheer me up. We'll be back on Sunday, but I can't bear the thought of leaving you now. If you can't come please at least say you will stay with me tonight, and James and Nick can go have a dirty weekend without me."

"I'd love to come," she replied, smiling sweetly. "I can't bear the thought of you leaving without me either, and I'd love to spend more time with you. I will need to go home and get some things though, clean clothes and stuff."

I was really pleased she had agreed, and leaned over, almost growling at her. 

"For what I have in mind, you won't need any clothes."

She moaned. I was definitely turning her on, and we had similar ideas of where this weekend was going. I started to kiss her again but she pushed me away when I started moving my hands towards her breasts. She had started to breathe a bit heavily already, which surprised me until I remembered that although I had got off earlier she had only had kisses. 

"I'd love to stay with you right now and let you do whatever you want, but the sooner I go get packed the sooner I will be back, and we can continue this later," she told me. 

I grumbled at that but knew she was right. If I did start on her now we'd never make it to the hotel. I reluctantly released her. As she walked off she looked back at me and spoke. 

"I'm so glad I came to see you. I knew you were right about everything when we argued that night, it was just too complicated. I did want to be with you and I kept thinking about you all the time we were apart. I'm just glad I didn't leave it too late." 

She moved back to me for a quick kiss, and said, "I'll see you later sexy."

After she walked out the door I lay back on my bed. I couldn't wipe the smile off my face. I heard the front door close and for a moment I almost panicked, but then remembered that this time she was leaving, but she was coming back to me. I felt a twitch in my cock at the thought, but figured now was not the time to deal with that. I would need to keep myself occupied until she returned. I hadn't finished my packing, and now I would need to sort out a few extras.

* * * *

It seemed like forever until she returned. James and Nick were also busy with last minute packing, although by the sounds coming from their room that wasn't all they were doing. For once instead of feeling jealous of what they had I was excited at the thought that I now had that too, and I was getting very horny thinking about what I was going to be doing later. When I heard the doorbell go I ran down the stairs fast to let her back into the house, and immediately pulled her into my arms for a very welcoming kiss. I only let her go when I heard someone clear their throat behind me. 

When I turned, Nick was standing there. 

"If you could put her down for a moment perhaps we could get going?"

I was disappointed that I wouldn't get a chance to do more with her now, and by the look on her face so was she, but once we got to the hotel.... I picked up my bag and we all headed out to the car with our luggage.

The journey was over an hour, and seemed much longer. I didn't feel like I could control myself if I got too involved in the car so I settled for holding her hand and stroking it. I badly wanted to stroke more of her, but with Nick and James so close it didn't quite seem right. I kept glancing across and when she caught my eye she would give me a gentle smile. We didn't talk much but I knew she was thinking of what would happen later as much as I was. 

In some ways I felt nervous. I had been building the whole thing up in my mind for so long I wondered if reality could live up to it. Then I recalled the reality of his afternoon and figured if that had felt so much better than I had ever imagined then anything else would probably be better too. The thought made me gasp. She looked at me strangely, but then gave me that sexy smile again. I really wasn't sure I could cope much longer not touching her.

We got to the hotel and checked in. The receptionist told us we had arrived in the middle of dinner service and it was on for the next hour. A quick chat amongst us seemed to decide that we would go straight to have dinner and go to our rooms afterwards. Our bags would be taken up for us. I decided I would need energy to do all the things I was planning, and after waiting so long another hour wouldn't do any harm.

Dinner was strange though. Nick and James were joking and laughing together and occasionally with me or Cassie, but generally we were both quiet. We regularly caught each other's gaze, and I could see lust and frustration in hers, but also a bit of nervousness. I didn't know what she had to be nervous about given the effect she had had on me earlier. I sat with my leg against hers and the contact was driving me nuts. We had to behave ourselves in this company though. Finally we had finished our main meals and Cassie quickly said that she was full. I didn't quite catch it but I thought James whispered something to her about how she would really be full later. Whatever he said she blushed and when she looked up at me there was such longing in her eyes I knew I had to get her back to the room and into my arms soon, or I'd just take her over the table.

As we travelled up to our rooms in the lift James and Nick were still laughing and joking but Cassie and I were even quieter. I was holding her hand to keep some physical contact. I was really nervous though. I knew when we got behind that door anything could happen. I only hoped that what I had in mind would be as good for her as I had felt earlier. I could hear James was whispering to Cassie as they stood beside each other, but not the words. She looked across at me after one comment, and although she was a bit red which suggested he had been teasing her, there was a real look of want in her eyes when she caught mine.

Goodnights were said very quickly, but my hands were shaking and I found it hard to get the keycard in the lock and the door open. Cassie took over and managed to get the door unlocked. I pushed her through it and before the door even had time to close I had pushed her up against the wall and was kissing her frantically. She responded fast as well, clearly also on edge. I was so glad that I didn't have to wait any longer, and quickly moved to get her top off. I got even more excited when I finally got to see and hold her breasts. They were large and held by a red lace bra that showed them off really well. I know I moaned out loud at the sight. 




Testing Theories - Him



There was a unit running along the wall in the main room, and I picked her up and carried her over to it, sitting her down on the top. I pushed her legs apart so I could stand between them and get nice and close before I started to kiss her again, more insistently this time, and she responded with the same passion I was showing her. Despite her having had my cock in her mouth earlier, this was the closest our bodies had been so far, and I pulled off my t-shirt so I could feel my skin against hers. She hadn't seen my chest earlier although she had felt it, and she reached out to run her hand through the light covering of fur on it. As tempted as I was to let her continue doing something I loved, I wanted to play with her this time.

I decided to go for the breasts that were so tantalising. I moved my head down so that I could lick across the top and at the same time cupped them in my hands. She started to squeak again and then moan. The bra was sexy but was getting in my way, and she obviously wanted me to get my mouth on her properly as she reached around to her back and unhooked it. It was my turn to grin at her. I pulled the straps down and removed it, finally able to see all of them and my mouth watered at the sight of the hard nipples pointing out of full breasts. I put my hands back to cupping them, but gently rubbed over her nipples as I did so. She reacted to my touch by moaning again and arching towards me so I got even more of a handful. 

I kissed her again for a moment but then started to descend. I kissed and licked down her neck and then along the top of her shoulder. I started down her chest and it seemed like she was holding her breath, until when I finally licked at one of the pert nipples she exhaled loudly. As I started to lick and suck properly, moving from one to the other while playing with my hand so neither nipple was unattended for long, she seemed unable to keep quiet and I was treated to an almost constant stream of moans. She put her hands in my hair and pulled me as close as she could so I was squashed against her chest, loving every moment of this.

It was wonderful hearing her moan and I was really hard again. I knew that later I would get to sink deep inside her and that thought made me moan as well. I hoped the noises were not as loud outside the room as they seemed to be in it. Although I was enjoying playing with her breasts, I wanted to see and feel all of her, and I ran one hand down her stomach to reach the top of her jeans and started to undo them. She was helping me by arching back, but kept my lips on her by pulling me with her as she went. I managed to get the zip down and she assisted again by lifting herself up so I could slide her jeans down past her knees, and they dropped to the floor.

Although she tried to stop me moving off her nipples, I had to see the rest of her. The red knickers she had on matched the bra she had removed earlier, and I regretted that I hadn't seen the full effect. I was still between her spread legs and could see that the lace was wet round her pussy, pleased I was turning her on that much. I ran my fingers over the wet lace between her legs and she made another of the squeaking sounds that had fascinated me earlier. She was really shaking now, and I had the need to do something to get her to come, and then I wanted to take her.

I moved my mouth back to take one of her nipples in my mouth and sucked gently. At the same time I ran my hand back over the wet lace between her legs and started to rub over sex slowly. She was moaning and trying to thrust towards me to get herself closer to my fingers. I had to stop so I could hook my fingers inside the knickers and I started to push them down. Again she helped me by moving so I could get them over her ass and down her legs. I took another look at her after I dropped them to the floor. She was now totally naked, panting, with her legs spread and her breasts heaving with every breath as she looked at me with lust in her eyes. It was the most incredible thing I had ever seen.

I groaned at the sight and moved back to her again, enjoying the view but wanting to touch more than just look. I ran my hands up her sides and then back down, then one of her breasts back into my hand and moved the other hand down so I could tease her slit. I ran my fingers across it gently and was rewarded with more sounds of pleasure and her moving to try and get me to touch her where she wanted. I leaned forward and kissed her again as I moved my fingers around her opening. I got my thumb wet by slipping it slightly inside her and then started to circle over her clit. Even with my tongue in her mouth the noises continued and she tried to move closer to me, putting her arms around me to keep me close, not that I had any desire to go anywhere else.

I started to kiss her harder and with more intensity. She moaned and squeaked and pushed towards my hand. I quickly slipped one finger inside her as she did so and she broke the kiss and gasped for air. I kept my thumb moving gently but she was thrusting against me clearly trying to get more pleasure from my hand, so I put a second finger in her and started to fuck her with the two fingers, at the same time rubbing her clit harder. It only seemed to take a moment before she threw her head back and cried out. I could feel her pulsing around my fingers and my hand suddenly getting wet. I also felt a moment of pain as her fingernails dug into my back while she came, but I didn't care about anything but the fact I had given her pleasure.

She sat, gasping for breath to get her control back. The sight of her post-orgasm with a slight smile on her face was incredible, far better than I had ever imagined. She managed to look into my eyes and hers were dark and intense as she recovered and her breathing started to slow. I held onto her with my arms around her back but gave her the space to breathe and restrained myself from feeling her body. Now that she had come, and probably as a result of watching it, I was really hard again and could feel myself throbbing inside my trousers. It suddenly occurred to me that I was still mostly clothed and that seemed a bad idea.

I started to undo my jeans and give myself some room. She grinned at me then, seeming to have recovered at least partly. 

"A very good idea that. Now that I'm all warmed up I want to feel you in me," she practically growled. 

My cock lurched at the suggestion. She slid to the edge of the unit, pushing me back a little and got to her feet, leaning back a little onto the unit for support. She started to help get my trousers down, and although I didn't particularly need any help, I wasn't going to complain at her stripping me off. She got my boxers down fast as well and then stopped, looking at my erection with a smile. 

She grabbed my hand and moved past me, pulling me after her towards the bed. 

"Come over here and fuck me," she said. 

It was right to the point, and I didn't need to be asked twice. I quickly reached down to my trousers, now in a pool on the floor, and grabbed the condom I had put in my pocket in case I needed to find one in a hurry. I followed her to the bed and watched her lay down waiting for me. I tore the packet open quickly but my hands were shaking with my need to have her and it took me a moment to get it rolled down my dick. When I did I looked down at her again to take in the sight before I lowered myself down to lie on top of her.

The feel of our totally naked bodies pressed together was electric, and I fought for enough control to make this as good as I had imagined so many times. She spread her legs so I was able to get between them, and I kissed her as I tried to get into position. We were both shaking still and I wasn't sure I would be able to get inside, but she reached down and took my cock in her hand. While I was reeling from the contact and the surprise of it she shifted herself down and started to impale herself on me. 

I could feel myself slipping into her hot, wet pussy, and I let out a low moan as I was surrounded by her heat. I kept moving in slowly and kissed her as hard as I could, feeling her lift her hips towards me to take me as deep as she could, until I was fully inside her. I looked down at where our bodies met and couldn't help but smile at her, knowing we were so intimately connected.

I started to move slowly but she didn't seem to want it that way and was pushing back against me hard, so I sped up to meet her thrusts. The feeling of being inside her like this was more amazing than I had ever imagined and I felt like I never wanted it to end. I just hoped I we would get plenty more opportunities to do this. We moved together, hands running over each other's bodies wherever we could touch, kissing frantically. She particularly seemed to enjoy holding and stroking my ass while I was pumping into her.

All too soon I could feel that I was about to come. I tried to think of something to calm me down, but seeing and hearing her and having her body writhing underneath me was too much for me to be able to concentrate on anything else. I managed to slip one hand between us, and although it was at an awkward angle, I could rub her clit. The noises she was making increased in volume. I heard her scream as she started to come, and the feeling of her pulsing around me was too much for me to stop myself. I grunted with each spurt of cum filling the condom. 

I collapsed on top of her as I finished coming. We were both still panting and I certainly was sweating, but she didn't seem to mind as she put her arms around me and held me tight to her body. Slowly the feeling of being unable to control my muscles left me, but I didn't want to move off her, relishing the close contact as we both recovered. I knew I had a daft grin on my face having finally got what I wanted. I planted tiny kisses on her lips, and she responded, neither of us wanting anything more intense right then.

I smiled down at her, noting that she was also grinning, and hoping she was having similar thoughts to me.

"That was incredible," I said softly. "Way better than I ever imagined."

"Yes, I know what you mean," she replied. 

I couldn't resist teasing her a little. "Have you been having indecent thoughts about me young lady?"

She laughed, and I could feel her body shaking underneath me. "Maybe." 

That was as good an opening as I could find for the questions I wanted answers to. 

"How long? I'm not complaining at all, but how did today come about after all this time?"

"A long time. Maybe not from the first moment, although I did think you were cute," she smiled at me then and I grinned back at the compliment. "When I started spending time with you at your house, especially all the time we spent alone. I wanted to stay and talk to you, even though I was kicking myself for it because it kind of felt like I was being unfaithful. In the beginning I tried to convince myself I was just enjoying a friendship, but I knew there was more to it than that. You were right about me not being able to trust myself around you. It was fine as long as I could convince myself I wouldn't let anything happen and you didn't want it to, but after that night..."

She trailed off, and I kissed her again. 

"I am sorry about the way I handled that. I probably should have at least been sober, but I didn't think I would be able to pluck up the courage to say anything to you if I was. It didn't exactly go to plan."

"You don't have to apologise. I said you were right. I got angry with you because it was either that or throw myself at you and I couldn't have done that to Gary. I've wished a thousand times that I had been single when I met you, or I'd handled that whole situation better. I am really sorry for just running out on you and hurting you over the months I haven't seen you."

It was her turn to kiss me after that admission. My heart was jumping for joy at every word I heard. She had wanted me, and clearly still did as she was naked and in bed with me, and making no effort to move.

I had to though as I was starting to recover and my legs were aching. I also needed to remove the condom now that my dick was relaxing. As soon as lay back down she curled herself against my side, with an arm over my chest. I sighed contentedly. 

"I'm just glad we got to this point, even if it did take a long time. Incidentally, how long have you been single?"

She laughed again. "About five days. It took me a little while to work up the courage, and to be honest, James pretty much made me do it."

"I knew I liked him! Turns out he's not just good for my brother."

"Yeah. I think he wanted to sort out my love life seeing as I had sorted his out. I never told him how I felt about you, but he must have seen it somehow."

"So you two didn't talk about me?" I asked, slightly surprised that was the case.

"Yes, of course, but not about what I was thinking. He knew I liked you, but I didn't say how much. I reckon he knew I wasn't entirely happy with my relationship and he thought you would be better for me, but I didn't even tell him exactly what our argument was about until today."

"And he sent you straight round once he was sure there was something between us we could work on?"

"I guess so. I suppose I made it clear I was thinking about you," she said, going slightly red.

"What's embarrassing you?" I asked.

"Well, when I was with him earlier, my mind kept drifting off. He definitely knew what I thought about you today and it was almost as if he could see what was going on in my head. Which was x-rated!"

"Oh, really! You'll have to tell me now so I can fulfil all your fantasies!"

"You just did what I was wanting, and it was fantastic! I might tell you some of my other fantasies later," she said, smiling sexily at me.

"I can't wait! By the way, you do realise you aren't single any more?"

"I hoped I wasn't! I am going to have to leave you briefly though." 

She started to get up but kissed me hard before she actually left the bed. I watched her as she walked naked across the room to the bathroom, enjoying the pleasant sight. I also needed to clean up a bit and decided to get up so I could use the bathroom after her and then get back to bed as soon as possible so I could curl up with her and fall asleep with her in my arms.

When she came out I grabbed her and kissed her again, eager for more of her taste and touch, and pleased when she put her arms around me and kissed me back. I did need the toilet though and had to let her go all too quickly, grumbling as I did so.

"Get yourself sorted and come join me in bed. I need to sleep, but I want to do it with you holding me," she told me. 

"Exactly what I was thinking. I won't be long."

As I walked back into the bedroom she had got under the covers. She lifted a corner to invite me to join her, and I could see part of her body, particularly one of those luscious breasts. I slid in as quickly as I could because I didn't want to be away from her. She took my arm and rolled on to her side, taking my arm with her so I had to curl up against her back, spooning in behind her as close as I could and kissing the back of her neck. She shivered.

"Sensitive spot?" I asked.

"Mmmm," was the only response I got, a sleepy but satisfied sound. She turned her head back so she could kiss me goodnight, and then put her head back on her pillow. It didn't take long for me to fall asleep, totally content with our new relationship and having, at last, made love to the woman of my dreams.

* * * *

I dreamt my usual dream. I was with Cassie in bed, making passionate love with her. We moaned as we moved together, and she looked up into my eyes showing her love and want in them. I woke with a start. Usually this was when I had to remember it was just a dream, she wasn't there and didn't want to be, and the excitement I felt at the dream turned into sadness. This morning was different. It took me a moment to realise, but my dream had been a replay of last night, and she was still there with me, my arm around her and my body spooned against her back. I was not surprised that I was rock hard. 

My relief at it finally being true made me hug her tight to me, which woke her up. Even her half asleep grumbling was music to my ears. Remembering what had happened just before we fell asleep, I nuzzled at the back of her neck and kissed her. I was rewarded with the same shiver of pleasure I had recalled, and a quiet moan. I kept going, waking her gently. She wriggled against me, pushing her body back into mine, and the volume of her moans increasing as she came to. I was right about this being a sensitive spot on her. I was enjoying pleasuring her, and her movement against me was rubbing my cock and in turn making me shiver. All in all, a perfect start to the day!

I started to use my teeth to nibble her in between kisses. Her movements and the volume of her moans increased yet again. I would have to remember how much she loved this. She had wriggled up my body so I had easier access to her back and neck, and in turn my hard cock was now rubbing on her ass and the tops of her thighs. I could feel that I was leaving a slippery trail on her skin. My cock was throbbing and leaking despite only minimal stimulation, it was more hearing her response to my attention that was turning me on so much.

Suddenly, without moving too far from my mouth so as not to interrupt what she was clearly loving, she swung a leg backwards over mine and tilted her hips backward. My cock slipped down between her legs, almost pointing directly at her pussy. I gasped at the feeling, and again when her hand took hold of me, and before I realised what she was doing she had wriggled again and I was inside her. I groaned loudly at being engulfed in the heat and started to move almost automatically. I slipped out a couple of times but her hand was there to guide me back and I soon found the angle and a rhythm that we both seemed to be enjoying. I still managed to plant a few kisses and nibbles on her neck and shoulder, but it was hard to concentrate on that whilst the pleasure built in my balls.

The pace of my thrusting picked up and I knew I wasn't going to last much longer. I also knew I was going to come loudly and instinctively bit down on Cassie's shoulder to muffle the sound as my cock pumped out shot after shot of cum. To my surprise, she came almost the second my teeth met her skin. She somehow managed not to scream but I heard her groan loud and long, slightly muffled as her face was in the pillow. I let go with my teeth and slid out of her almost instantly when she rolled over. As she did, a trail of cum followed my dick out of her and I realised we hadn't used any protection. 

She turned over and I saw her face, a sated smile on it. I tried to smile back but must have looked slightly panicked because her expression turned worried. 

"What's wrong? Didn't you enjoy that?"

I hastened to reassure her. "God yes, it was fantastic, but we didn't use a condom."

"Well, I know I'm clean, and I'm on the pill. Does that help?"

I relaxed again. "Sorry, real life getting in the way of the fun there. I haven't had it in ages, I'm clean too. I think I was more panicked about the idea of kids after less than 24 hours together."

She laughed and when I moved towards her, snuggled against my body for a hug. 

"It's okay, I got a bit carried away there too, but I wouldn't have done if there was no contraception involved. Or at least I hope I wouldn't. You made me too horny to think straight though."

She gazed up at me with the final comment and the look in her eyes was love and lust, just like I had been dreaming about. I kissed her passionately and she responded in kind. Somehow we had missed out the kissing stage earlier, not that I was complaining. When we drew back to catch our breath I remembered what else had happened.