We were friends. Every once in a while we were a little more than friends. This night we would be a lot more. The weekend before had been our most recent foray into testing our friendship. I had managed to sneak a bottle of blueberry schnapps into the movie theater and Laura offered me a simple thank you kiss on my cheek. After the quick kiss her mouth lingered near my face. She gingerly kissed me again, nearer my mouth this time. I turned my head toward her and her lips found mine. After a heartbeat our mouths opened to let our tongues explore.
My hand moved to her neck and I was almost able to pull her closer to me when we sensed our friends approaching down the aisle. Rapidly breaking our kiss we tried to look normal. Friends barely out of their teens were only so mature and could be merciless on two members of the group who started hooking up. Throughout the rest of the night I couldn't get the taste of buttered popcorn off my lips that had migrated there from Laura, damn.
Then that one hot night started out just like the dozens of others when she and I hung out. We were watching a movie on television, chit chatting, and drinking. This night, however, both of us had more than our fair share of alcohol. A pungent merlot for her and several large rum and cokes for me. We were in my den sprawled out on the sofa with a single light casting soft shadows.
Halfway thorough the movie when Laura returned from the bathroom she sat down on my right, next to me. She rested her body against mine and tilted her head down so it perched on my shoulder. This wasn't altogether unusual so I didn't think too much about it.
Within a minute the mix of odors that made up her scent flooded my nostrils. Peach body lotion, hairspray, shampoo and wine mixed together making the perfume that was uniquely her. I did my best to avoid thinking about Laura but her warm breath on my neck made it impossible. At this point, as far I was concerned, the movie was over.
What seemed like hours, but were really only minutes, later she stretched and squirmed next to me. When she was done she had worked her left arm deeper into the sofa cushions so her body could rest directly against mine, previously we had been arm to arm. She let her right arm rest on mine. She began to move her fingertips up and down my forearm. Her soft touch sent ripples through my body. Goosebumps exploded across my flesh. I prayed she didn't notice but I could see her attention was on what she was doing. Everything she did from the way she held her body against me to the way she looked at me I knew we would be pushing the friendship envelope this evening.
My head swam. From the sudden attention of the woman next to me or the last Captain's and Coke I did not know. I struggled trying to figure out what exactly to do. Laura had been a bit of a tease before but the way she was touching me now was something new. I was shocked I wasn't suffering from an erection yet, it never did take much for me to get going. That wonderment was a bad thing since I now realized that tonight's first drink worked its way through my system, my bladder started to tell me it needed release.
I fought with what to do. I wanted to try and reciprocate in some way but she had me pinned down against the sofa with her body and there wasn't much chance of me doing anything without forcing her to move. Then again the last thing I needed was to somehow wiz myself if things got going.
"Umm," I stuttered and she looked up at me, "I have to use the bathroom." She looked strangely into my eyes for a second, and then I guess she realized she was one potty break up on me so she merely leaned up freeing me. "I'll be right back." I couldn't think of anything wittier to say.
Once inside my bathroom the only thing that kept me from hitting my head against the wall was the fact that she would hear. I had made the right decision, the time in front of the john let me run through all the permutations of what was going on. By the time I zipped up my pants I silently said Fuck It and headed back to the sofa. For once in my life I wasn't going to think about the consequences and instead live in the moment.
When I returned to the den I noticed the television volume had been greatly reduced. She was still sitting in the same spot with her hip turned left so she would be facing me once I sat down. She had been mildly setting the mood while I was gone. Laura had even gone so far as to remove her sneakers.
As I walked to her I found it humorous that we were both dressed basically the same. We both wore sneakers (until recently), jean shorts, and a light colored cotton Tee shirt. I gently lowered myself to the sofa with my body turned much like she was situated so I could face her. She caught my eye with hers and we just sat there. I guess we both decided to make the first move at the same moment. We moved toward each other, smiled briefly, and our lips met.
We had made out a couple times before this. Many of those a similar situations to this one, late in the evening and both of us over the legal limit, demonstrated her skill with her lips so I knew I would enjoy the foreplay to the foreplay. We moved closer and my hands went to either side of her face. Her hands slid over my shoulders and arms.
Laura let out a quiet moan as I slipped my tongue between her lips. Apparently that was all the stimulus she needed to kick things up a notch. Quickly she hopped up on my lap, straddling me at my thighs. I let my hands move up from their resting place on her hips. Letting one hand cup her breast my other got behind her. With the middle finger of that hand I traced a line up her spine, from just above her waistline to the base of her neck.
The weight of her breast felt great under the gentle pressure of my hand. I moved my thumb around a bit to see if I could find a nipple under her clothes. After just a few samplings I felt a small nub start to protrude. Breaking our kiss she leaned back and raised her arms in invitation. Sliding my hands under her Tee I pushed it up her torso. Normally I would have moved slowly but her now hard panting let me know I could and should accelerate things.
With a flick of my wrist her shirt went flying to the floor and I leaned up to kiss her again. She wrapped her arms around my head and mashed her body against mine. With the passion of her kiss she tried her best to get to the back of my throat with her tongue. Slipping one hand down the back of her shorts, she didn't wear a belt so there was enough of a gap for me to get my hand down; I grabbed a big handful of ass cheek. I could feel her silky panties in the palm of my hand. Fingers from my other hand made quick work of the three clasps of her bra. Once she felt the bra open up she pulled her body away so she could get the bra off her shoulders, but she kept her lips firmly locked on mine.
Both my hands went to her now freed breasts. They felt so warm and were a perfect handful. I could have sat there and played with them for days, she wouldn't let it last that long. She cocked her body to one side slipping her hand down between us, tugging frantically at belt and button. She wanted my cock and she wasn't going to let a few pieces of clothing get in her way.
Every time she made progress at my pants I'd give an extra sharp squeeze to her breast or a pinch of her nipple. It was just enough each time to hear a whimpering moan slip from deep in her throat. I tried to get my hands between us so I could work on her pants as well but she was having none of it. Her hands were moving too quickly between us for me to make any progress. Finally getting my belt undone she slid back onto the sofa next to me and I could hear the familiar sound of my zipper coming down. My engorged member popped out from my boxers and her hand closed over it. The precum that had already been released acted as a natural lubricant while she pumped me in her hand.
Her head slipped down to my crotch. She didn't bother with any tame or slow introduction of her mouth to my cock; instead she swallowed it all the way down to the base easily. I was barely able to resist the urge to cum right then and there. She began to bob her head up and down running her lips along nearly the entire length of my shaft with each movement.
Since she was on all fours on the sofa I was able to slide one hand under her, once again cupping a breast. I teased, tweaked and rubbed it absently while I let myself enjoy the blow job I was receiving. She did not use her tongue much but she made up for that by deep throating me several times. She began to work at the head, sucking and kissing it. I knew the super sensitivity of that particular spot would give me problems if I let her continue.
To try and distract her I let my hand slip from her breasts, down her stomach, to the top of her jeans. Luckily, given her new orientation, the gap that previously let me access her ass left more than enough room to get in her pants and under her panties. From what I could feel there was only a small patch of pubic hair that ran my fingers through before I sought out her clit. Since I forgot to moisten my fingers before this I was pleased to feel her natural juices were flowing already. I let it cover my fingers before I started making small circles around her clit. Laura moaned once again. This time with my member in her mouth the sound was even better.
I increased the pressure around her clit and she started moving her hips to match my actions. Her hands moved to undo the button of her jeans. Her zipper flew open since my hand was working around in her pants. After they were fully open she pushed them back on her hips but they only made it about halfway past them since she eagerly moved her hands back to me and began pumping again with her mouth still on my head.
The pink panties peeking out from her down sliding shorts made this whole scene even more erotic. Another minute of fingering her clit resulted in her shorts and panties sliding completely off her nice round ass. Feeling that, she moved her one leg up and out of them. This way she saw able to kneel with her legs further apart, giving me greater access to her pussy. I took full advantage and let two fingers slip into her tight pussy she seemed to grab my fingers as I massaged inside her.
With my fingers like pistons pushing away at her moistness forced her to release my cock from her warm wet mouth. She rested her forehead on my thigh while enjoying my manipulations. Her dark, mid-length hair fell about my penis and scrotum. It was more teasing than a feather and kept me rock hard. Soon enough she was able to regain her composure enough to move her face back up to mine and kiss me full on the lips. This had been the first time that I had been kissed so soon after a blowjob. Traces of my residual fluids were still on her lips. Those mixed with the small beads of sweat on her upper lip made the kiss extra salty. After the kiss she moved her mouth next to my ear and whispered, "Fuck me."
Not needing any more prompting I stood up to let my pants and boxers fall to the floor. She laid back and slid her ass forward and spread her legs. Bending down at the knee I moved in close to her. I moved my mouth to the side of her neck and kissed her gently down towards her shoulder. As I did I felt her wrap both hands around my cock and guide it toward her opening. She rubbed my head over her clit three or four times before letting me slide into her.
