A Friendly Visit

The cell phone was ringing. It was him. This was the first time he was calling me, so what could he possibly want? Why would he want to talk to me? Was something wrong? I guess there was only one way to find out. One missed call. Would he leave a voice mail? The phone started ringing again, the ring tone I picked for him playing.

"Hello?" Too many thoughts going through my head at once.

"Hey, hon. You busy?" His voice was cheerful. Okay, so there was nothing wrong, unless he was faking it.

"No, why; what's up?" That's right. Keep sounding like this was anyone else, that your heart isn't racing, that you're not shaking. Just keep acting like this isn't a big deal.

"Not much, but I do have a surprise for you." Damn, did his voice have to be so sexy?

"Oh, really? What kind?" Yes, that's right; you have me intrigued and I don't care if you know.

"Well, can you come down to the bus station right now?"

"The bus station, as in the one near my house? Why?" Was he trying to tell me what I thought he was?

"Well, unless you just want me to walk my way around trying to find your apartment..." he paused. "Can you come get me?"

My heart and jaw dropped, and then my heart began to race even faster. "You're here? But, why?"

"Well, two reasons, but we'll talk about it when you come get me." I could hear the smile in his voice.

Had he planned this? Well, of course he had to. I had been saving up my vacation time and had the next month off all to myself. I still wasn't sure what it was that I was going to do with all that free time. We talked about my vacation coming up two weeks ago, but that didn't explain why he was here. What had made him come see me? Now wasn't really time for questions. I live about a five minute drive away from the bus station, and I knew the sooner I got there, the sooner my questions would be answered. I grabbed my keys and fought the urge to speed as I made my way over. Sure enough, there he was standing outside the bus station. He looked even better in person than he did in the pictures I had seen and in my dreams. My heart skipped a beat as he walked over to my car, not even waiting for me to get out. He had a big suitcase with him. How long was he planning on staying? Or was I just a stop on his way to see someone else? I got out of the car and walked toward him. He stopped dead in his tracks, and when I reached him, he took me in his arms, hugging me tight.

"I've been wanting one of your hugs for a long time," he said softly to me.

He towered over me, just like I always knew he would, and I felt so small in his arms, but I also felt safer than I have in a long time. His voice sent shivers throughout my entire body. Hearing it over the phone didn't do it justice. He had a sexy tenor voice, like velvet. Every word he spoke was like a caress on all of my senses. His full lips were begging to be kissed, to be sucked, to be nibbled. My mind was overflowing with naughty thoughts I could never act upon. We agreed to be friends and nothing more. The fact that I was still madly and deeply in love with him didn't matter.

We stood there, him holding me, for what felt like forever. I didn't want him to let go, and I held in a groan when he finally did. I looked up at him, taking him in and burning him into my mind. This was one moment I never wanted to forget.

"So, what's the surprise you have for me?" I was grinning, trying to hide everything that was going through my mind. My eyes wandered down to his hands and a thought went through my mind. What would those hands feel like running all over my body, caressing me? I pushed the thought to the back of my mind.

"Well, you're looking at one of them," he grinned. "The other is more of a hope than a surprise."

"Oh?" I couldn't help but wonder what he meant.

"I was hoping you wouldn't mind me staying for a while. I needed to get away, and I remembered that you told me I was welcome any time. So, when you mentioned your vacation coming up, I though that the timing was perfect and bought a bus ticket," he smiled shyly. Even then, it made him look even sexier.

"Of course I don't mind!" I wrapped my arms around him, hugging him tightly. I knew that however long he was planning on staying, my will would be tested. I would be fighting with myself every moment to keep from ripping his clothes off, knocking him to the ground, and just ravishing him. Chris had to have been at least 6'4" now with gorgeous ice blue eyes, dark brown hair, and sexy full flips. He was built, but he wasn't all hard muscle, which appealed to me even more. Being in his arms was so comfortable. The only thing I had in common with him looks-wise was my lips; they were full as well. My hair is a light brown, a few inches past my shoulders, and I have blue-green eyes. Whenever I get really angry, they look really green, and when I'm happy, a dark blue. He was a good foot taller than me since I'm only 5'4". I'm not thin, but I'm not big either. I have curves in all the right places, and I know how to use them. I was still holding onto him, and I reluctantly let go. "How long are you planning to stay, hon?"

"As long as you'll have me. I'm sure you've made plans by now..."

"Nope, none yet," I cut him off. I really hadn't had anything planned. "But, I guess I do now," I smiled at him. I couldn't keep my eyes off him. "Come on, I'm sure you're tired and hungry." I took his hand and started walking to the car. He didn't move and gently pulled me back to him. We were inches away, and as I looked into his eyes, I knew what I was seeing was reflected in my own. I wanted him to kiss me so badly. I wanted to feel his lips on mine; I wanted to run my fingers through his hair as his entangled in mine. "We should go," my voice was barely above a whisper. As much as I wanted that kiss, I knew it was a bad idea.

He didn't say a word as we walked to my car, a simple gold Chevy Aveo. It wasn't a wow car, but it was a good, dependable car. I popped the trunk so he could put his suitcase in and got in the car. He got in and looked over at me.

"Thanks, Kylie. This means more to me than you know."

I smiled at him, "You don't have to thank me, Chris." We didn't speak the rest of the way to my house.

There were too many thoughts going through my head. The one thought that seemed to pop out from all the rest was why he needed to get away. He had friends closer than me, so what would make him want to travel so far away? It almost seemed like he had a hidden agenda with this, but I highly doubted that one. We had once, long ago, talked about the possibility of a relationship between us, but the more we thought about it, we knew it wouldn't work out. My life was here, and his was there. Damn the distance. Then again, if the distance hadn't been an issue, would we be together now? Probably not. As much as I would have loved that, I knew we were better off as friends. Relationships had a way of fucking with people, and that was one of my main reasons for staying single the past two years. We had something great the way we were right now, and if we had dated, we could have lost it. His friendship was one I cherished with all my heart.

"Kylie?" He looked at me, wondering what was going through my mind. It hadn't hit me that we were sitting in my parking lot. How long had we been sitting here for?

"Sorry, hon, I guess I kind of spaced out." I got out of the car, and he followed, suitcase in hand. I still couldn't believe that he was here. It felt like a dream, but if it was a dream, I would have kissed him by now.

I showed him around the apartment and asked him again if he wanted something to eat. He shook his head. I apologized that he would have to sleep on the couch, and he told me not to worry about it.

"If you want to get some sleep, you're welcome to sleep in my room for now," I winked and again, he declined. We put his suitcase in my room, and that pretty much left us with nothing to do. I knew he was tired; I could see it. It was the middle of the afternoon, and I had no idea what we would do. We sat on the couch. I had my legs folded underneath me and my back to the arm of the couch. He sat down, close, next to me. We were both quiet, but it wasn't an awkward silence. I couldn't take my eyes off of him.

"So, why did you need to get away, hon?" I had to know.

Chris shrugged, "Everything was just getting so overwhelming, and I really wanted to see you, so yeah."

My heart fluttered. "I really wanted to see you." Even though I was pretty sure he didn't want to see me because he had an interest. Most likely it was a want to meet someone he considered a good friend. I didn't mind that. He was here and so close to me. He was only inches away, and I could smell his cologne. I inhaled deeply, but I couldn't place which one it was. All I knew was he smelled so good. A flash of us entangled in bed went through my mind. Yeah, my will was definitely going to be put to the test. I could picture him moving closer, leaning in to kiss me. My mind really didn't want to behave with him here. Then again, it never did behave when it came to Chris. He shifted on the couch, and the space between us vanished. He was right up against me. Is that what he meant to do? I wasn't sure, but he wasn't moving and neither was I. I turned on the TV, hoping to focus my thoughts somewhere else, anywhere else but where they were headed. I flipped through channels and stopped on "Invader Zim", a show we both loved. From the corner of my eyes, I could see his eyes on me, and he had the same look he had at the bus station. A shiver went through my body as I closed my eyes and pictured his lips on mine. My imagination was working overtime because I could literally feel his lips on mine. My eyes flew open, and he leaned back. I wasn't imagining that kiss. He really had just kissed me. He leaned in and kissed me again. The kiss was more intimate this time. My arms were around his neck, my fingers running through his hair, and he pulled me onto his lap as the kiss deepened. I could easily tell it was having the same reaction on him as it was me. This was wrong, so very wrong, but it felt so right. We were going past the line of friendship, but I didn't care at that point. All I could think about was how long I had wanted to feel his lips on mine, and now it was happening. When the kiss ended, we were both breathless. I didn't move off his lap like I should have, but with his arms locked around my waist like they were, I doubt I would have been able to if I wanted. For a few minutes, we didn't say anything, just looked at each other.

He was the first to speak. "Kylie, I'm sorry. I just couldn't resist any longer."

I didn't answer; I just kissed him again. The kiss turned passionate quickly as his hands went under my shirt, slid up my back, and ended up on my waist again. He was incredible, and so were his kisses. I knew he was as aroused as I was. I shifted in his lap to get more comfortable, and he let out a soft groan. I was letting him control everything. My head was screaming stop as my heart cried out for more. My body was siding with my heart. His lips moved to my neck, and he began to nibble softly. A soft moan escaped my lips and the nibbles turned to soft bites. I wanted to take control at that point. I wanted to guide his hands and mouth to the parts of me that were begging for attention, but I didn't.

"Chris," his name came out, softly moaned.

His hands, still under my shirt, moved up my back to unfasten my bra, and as his hands made their way to my breasts, I pushed away. He looked up at me, confused. My mind had won the fight, and I moved to get off his lap as I came to my senses. He tried to stop me, his hands on my waist, but I moved away.

"I'm sorry, hon, but I can't do this." I saw the hurt in his eyes. "Chris, if we do this, there's no going back. If we cross that line and things don't work out, not only will we both be hurt, but we will have lost a friendship both of us cherish."

He didn't say a word, just nodded his understanding. The look in his eyes was eating away at me, so I told him I was going to take a shower. Both of us knew what that shower would consist of. My toys were kept in the bathroom, and those coupled with the removable massaging showerhead not only made a great shower but made great orgasms too. With as riled up as he had gotten me, I needed release. As I showered, I could feel his hands and lips on me all over again. I laid down in the tub, the showerhead in one hand, letting the water pulse on my clit as my other hand pumped my toy in and out, harder and faster. In my mind, it was his tongue working on my clit and his fingers pumping away. The radio in the bathroom was blasting, and as I came, I cried out his name. At least I knew he couldn't have heard me. I finished my shower and dressed, still very much frustrated. I knew only one thing would take the ache away, but he was forbidden fruit to me.

I walked into the living room, and I wondered if he was upset that I stopped him. He was sitting at the other end of the couch now, flipping through channels. I sat down in the spot I was in earlier, in the same position. My eyes were on him as I tried to figure out the mood he was in. He looked at me and smiled softly. At least I knew it wasn't a forced smile. Now that both our heads were clearer, I knew we should talk about what had happened. The memory was still very fresh in my mind and it only caused my frustration to increase.

"Kylie, I'm sorry about earlier. I don't know what came over me." The look in his eyes told me that he didn't regret it and he wished we could have finished what we had started.

"No need to apologize, sweetie. It happened, but at least we stopped before it went any further." My voice was soft, and I was still fighting the desire building within me.

Both of us were saying what we thought was the right thing to say. More than anything, I wanted to be with him, but I wasn't sure where he stood on that. It was because of that reason and that reason alone, that I had the courage to stop everything. I didn't want to be just another woman he slept with; I wanted to be his and his alone. I wanted a relationship with him, and there's no way I'd settle for fuck buddy. There was so much sexual tension between us, the air crackled with it. It was his decision that we stay friends, and until he said otherwise, that's all we would be. I fought so hard with myself to get to where I was now. I was able to keep those feelings well hidden from him, but I guess I couldn't hide my desire. So, we both slipped. Big deal.

Before I knew it, before I knew what was happening, before I could even object, I was in his arms again. His kiss was so full of need and desire, I couldn't help but succumb to it. I wanted him so much, and he was giving me a chance to take what I wanted, but could I really do it? Did I really want him like this? Who was I kidding? I'd take him any way I could have him. The kiss ended, and before I could say a word, he stopped me.

"Kylie, I don't want to do this anymore." What a way to confuse me. Do what, exactly? "I've wanted more than what we've had for such a long time. You've consumed my mind, and I've been in love with you for so long now. Tell me I'm not the only one who wants this. Tell me I didn't fuck things up between us a year ago. Tell me that there's still a chance. I want you to be mine, Kylie, and I've wanted that for so long now." Damn, did he look sexy.

I was speechless. What was I supposed to say to all of that? How was I supposed to react? Instead of replying, I just kissed him, putting all of my feelings behind that kiss. Everything I felt for him was in that one, single kiss, and I hoped it was enough. I hoped it was enough to tell him that yes, I wanted this just as much and as badly as he did. The only problem was that I was scared, no terrified. I was terrified of losing him. Even if he was only in my life as nothing more than a friend, that's all I needed. He knew this because we had discussed it once before. What if things didn't work out between us? Then, I'd probably lose him forever; I didn't know what to do. At the moment, I wasn't thinking; I was just acting.

As we pulled away, the look on his face was pure joy. I'm sure mine wasn't, but that didn't matter to him. There was no way he could misinterpret that kiss. His arms were wrapped around me, and I felt so safe. We were two of a kind, him and me. I knew we had a strong connection, a strong bond, but would it be enough to handle such a great distance? Could I really ask him to put his needs, his desires on hold like that for me? No, I would have to settle on an open relationship; as long as he came back to me. We would definitely have to talk about this.

My eyes flew open, and I was on the couch. It was just a dream; he never said any of it. He had his arm around me, and my head was on his chest. How did we get into this position? I got out of my shower and came to sit on the couch. He must've moved closer, but why?

"Hey, sleepy," he smiled at me.

All I could do was smile back. I was so confused, but it began to melt away as I shrugged it off. I didn't move because I was way too comfortable. I had fallen asleep before we could talk about that kiss.

"Chris, we need to talk about what happened." I moved away from him, but we were still close.

"It was a slip, so there's nothing to talk about, hon. Would you feel better if I told you it won't happen again?"

Something was telling me that it was more than just a slip. But then, what was the reason for his kissing me? We were both attracted to each other, but was there something more on his part? No, if he had an interest...what would he do? I had no way of knowing. Was he fighting his emotions for the same reason as I was? I wanted it to happen again....and again and again. I wanted him.

"Just a slip, huh?" He nodded, and I left it at that.

His hands moved to his lap, and my eyes followed the movement. Still aroused. Could there really be more than he was letting on? If there was, he would have to act on it. It was his decision, so if he wanted something more than friendship, he'd have to voice it. My dream was still fresh in my mind. If we did get together, would he want an open relationship, or would he settle for just me even if it was long distance? This wasn't something I should even be thinking about. It would never happen anyway. I knew we had to get both of our minds off of what had happened earlier. "It wasn't a slip," kept going through my mind. He had wanted to kiss me back at the bus station too. I shook the thought away before it consumed my mind. I was getting hungry, so instead of cooking, I decided to order out. We agreed on pizza. I asked how his trip was, and he said it was exhausting, but everything went smoothly. He was lucky that everything had gone as it should have his first time taking Greyhound. Half an hour later, the pizza arrived, and we ate.

We made small talk, just talking about whatever came to our minds. I had finally calmed down, so I was more at ease now. As the night drew closer, we were both getting tired. He went to take a shower, and I headed to bed. I never sleep in more than anything but a t-shirt, and tonight, I was debating on actually wearing pants. Something was telling me I should, but I crawled into bed in just a t-shirt anyway. I was so tired, and I had a feeling that resisting him was mostly to blame for that. Hopefully, tomorrow wouldn't be as bad. I had left Chris a blanket and two pillows before I retired for the night. As I laid in bed, my last thoughts were of him, kissing me.

The dream I was having was so intense, so real, I could feel his hands running over my body, barely touching me. My heart was racing, and pure lust was coursing through my veins. My eyes flew open, and there he was. Chris was lying on his side, watching me, his hands moving up and down the side of my body. He saw that I was awake and leaned over to kiss me. It was a soft kiss, a cautious kiss, but a sweet one none-the-less. I was dreaming again; I had to be.