It had been filling the edges of my mind for several months, like sand fills air pockets in a jar full of pebbles. My growing attraction to a long-time friend was now nearing obsession and I still hadn't worked up the courage to tell him. But tonight was going to be the night. Bryn had come over to help with dinner and my outfit. As dinner was nearly ready, I dressed in slimming black slacks and a low cut blouse the color of rich champagne. "Fabulous," Bryn assured me. She put the finishing touches on dinner and with a wink for luck, dashed out the door before Daniel could arrive.
Ten minutes later he was there, standing before me with a bottle of red wine. His blonde hair shone in the porch light like gold in the sun. His piercing blue eyes glittered with happiness as I ushered him in, and he made himself busy by helping me put the food on the table. "I thought Bryn was joining us," he said.
"She was," I replied, "but something came up at the office that couldn't wait." I could feel his stare even though my back was turned. I glanced at him and he had one eyebrow raised, as though he'd detected the lie. I didn't elaborate, but continued to get things ready to eat.
Soon we were eating the pasta and laughing as always. There was no opening in our conversation for revealing my secret. So I waited until we were seated on the sofa, wine in hand and the dishes done.
"Daniel, how long have we been friends?" I nervously ventured.
"Around 6 years, I think," he answered. "We sure have had some great times haven't we? All of us have." He was making reference to the gang of 8 of us.
"Yes, we have." I told him. I cleared my throat, feeling warm. Was it the wine, or just my nerves? "I have to be honest with you about something now." I shifted myself on the couch, trying to stay calm. I looked into his eyes and took a deep breath. "I think I'm falling in love with you."
There. It was out. The words falling on air reminded me of snowflakes drifting into a silent winter night. Daniel didn't say a word. He looked at me, a small smile playing at his lips. He moved closer to me, and I could smell his signature cologne, the same scent he'd worn for as long as I could remember. The spicy smell had me intoxicated almost as much as the wine.
"Really?" He asked, teasing me. But before I could answer, his lips were pressed against mine, and soon his tongue was searching the smallest corners of my mouth. Surprised, I responded the same, giving with my kiss as much as I was receiving. He broke the kiss slowly, as though he were reluctant. He took my glass from me and set it on the coffee table. Without a word, he scooped me up and carried me into my bedroom.
He put me on the bed and settled himself next to me. His hand caressed my face, bringing more heat to my already flushed cheeks. Running a finger down my nose lightly, he again pulled me close and kissed me deeply. I met his kiss with a passion I didn't know I had. I wrapped my arms around him and held on. Our tongues slid together easily, and the kiss we shared seemed to last forever. He released me, and his hand found the buttons on my blouse. His eyes never left mine as he deftly unhooked my front-clasp bra, freeing my breasts to his tender touch. With one hand stroking my hair, he slipped a hand around my right breast, letting his fingers conform carefully to my soft mound. I closed my eyes and he moved his body slightly, bringing his lips to my already erect nipples.
He handled me as though I was made of fragile glass he could not risk breaking. With tenderness I had never experienced before, he rubbed my nipples with his thumb and forefinger, then quickly circled them with his tongue, finally sucking them softly. He paid so much attention to my sensitive breasts that I thought I was going to cum from that alone.
Still working on my breasts, his hand trailed down my stomach, finding the button on my pants. Before I knew it, they were on the floor with my blouse and bra. I could feel my juices flowing freely, soaking my panties. He kneeled between my legs, rubbing my legs carefully and thoughtfully. He kissed my knees, working his way up with a tantalizing slowness that only made me hotter. He now had his face right at my wet pussy, breathing on it through my panties. I moaned and wiggled it at him, trying to convey how ready I was. But he only licked and kissed his way back down my legs to my feet, where he kissed and sucked each toe until I was moaning for more. He smiled at me, and finally hooked two fingers in my panties and pulled them off, freeing my aching pussy.
He gingerly touched my clit, causing me to cry out. He rubbed me for a minute and then slipped a finger inside me. By now I had thoroughly soaked the bed with the wetness coming from my pussy. He fingered me until I came, crying out in ecstasy, and writhing about on the bed.
