The Story I'm going to tell you is about Love, Lust, and Fucking your Best Friend.
Of course... it never does start out that simply, does it?
I was cursing every force in the universe that had gone into creating HER, every sexual urge, every ungodly act, every evolutionary leap that had brought about her existence. I cursed the ground she strode upon, the air she exhaled, the very sky above her, that was about her through no fault of it's own. To hate the sky, what a thing to do! And all over a Blonde as well... of all things to hate the sky for, a blonde was not the deepest of them by far.
As I stomped away from the Hall, my raggedly combed hair tossing about in the high wind of the late afternoon, I could not help but smile. Whatever lunacy had convinced me to go and attempt reason with her, that lunacy harbored a greater sense of humor and poetic justice than any satirist ever.
The grounds were well kept, clean and orderly. Green was everywhere, and the soft air of the late spring rode well across my skin, relaxing me as my stride lessened, slowed. Breathing deeply as I thought of the recent events, I needed to sit down and collect my thoughts. I walked to a nearby stone bench and sat awhile in thought, going over the past hour or so in my head, piece by piece, slice by slice, cut by cut.
For it was violent, if not physically then surely mentally. Confrontation with HER was certainly a dead man's gamble, if not anything else. The stone was cold on my skin as I remembered the events to the music of rustling, hundred year-old oak branches...
For Five years we'd been "friends"... you know the sort, always together, flirting constantly, fighting even more, always on the edge of either killing each other or fucking each other's brains out. For five years we'd stayed at that impasse, unable to accept either solution as viable, likely, or necessary. Both pretending that our situation was exactly what we wanted, that we were in control.
But God, how I wanted to have her! Every minute of sexual experience in my life had been, in my eyes, preparation for a day I was unsure of ever coming. Every lick, suck, touch, caress, tingle, pinch, pull, rub, tug, moan, groan, sigh, scream, every tantalizing, sensational moment... everything had been for the day I would have her as mine, if only for a day, maybe less. This Muse, oh that she was! This inspiration to a thousand fantasies, to a million lyrical bouts of ecstasy. Golden hair, that shone without light, crystal blue eyes, with a ring of yellow fire about them. Those eyes haunted me every night, calling to me and killing me with every second of their sight. Fairest skin, smooth and flawed, perfect in that humanity. A womanly figure, tall, slender but with just the right curves in the right placement, as if Venus herself had carved my Muse from solid Ambrosia. Tone, statuesque, she was, without a doubt, the most beautiful creature in the world...
And, without a doubt, the most enraging of them! I'd gone, quite amiably, to her room to talk about our plans for the weekend (namely hanging out at the coffee shops, me with my Latte and her with a cup of Earl Grey, talking, arguing, and simply living) and maybe just hang out for a little bit. Both of our classes were done for the day, so I didn't think at the time that it would be any problem. Oh how wrong I had been...
I'd come in without even knocking, as was per usual, but this time it was quite unusual. There She was, my muse, propped up against her headboard, body splayed out facing the door frame containing one formerly calm Coed. Nude from the waist down, her shirt unbuttoned revealing the pink, hardened flesh of a nipple, I could smell the sex in the air. How I had not tasted the delectable flavour before entering, I do not know, for the musk was thick in the room. It was sharp, strong, spiced. I'd always enjoyed savouring different scintillating perfumes, and this was certainly no exception... except I could not savour this. Her fingers had been above and below, the middle and index of her left penetrating deep into her sopping wet pussy, the thumb jabbing and rubbing over her small, erect clit. The fingers on her right hand were playing with the exposed nipple, and her eyes were half closed in abandon and lust as I stumbled into her room.
Half closed were her eyes, but she was quite conscious otherwise. Almost instantly they shot open, and her previously busy digits fled from their pleasuring ministrations to cover her nudity (a silly thing to do, since it was a sight I'd seen many times before, in multiple states of undress). I saw it all in slow motion, as her right hand moved from her breast, clutched the heavy rock paper-weight on the table next to her bed, and shot it with Artemisian accuracy at my chest. The impact was not so much painful as it was startling, and I doubled over, the breath in my lungs flying out quickly.
As my eyes were turned down to the ground, watering as I attempted to recapture the breath that had escaped my lungs, I heard her jump out of bed and toss on a pair of shorts from her floor. Short cut offs, I noticed, the ones that hugged that perfect heart-shaped-
"Thank for knocking, Ass hole!" She screamed at me, running behind my dazed form and slamming the door. "What if you'd been with friends, can you imagine the shit I'd be in when the story got around? That is if you had any other friends than me!"
I stifled a laugh and responded slowly, not wishing to draw anymore of her wrath than I deemed necessary
"How scandalous that would be... I can see it now: College Coed MASTURBATING in privacy of own room caught by Fraternity President, becomes most popular girl on Campus. News at Eleven. " I coughed and unbent myself, leaning against the wall and facing her still flushed form.
