Liz and I had been friends for a number of years. We had officially been a couple for the first year of our friendship. Eventually, we came to realize that while we were good friends, we would never survive a true relationship. There were some fundamental values that differed between us that neither was willing to compromise. We were very compatible sexually. We were both very vocal and not afraid to tell each other what we wanted. We had both agreed rather regrettably, that if we were going to try to maintain a friendly relationship, sex between us would just complicate things.
We talked about it over some wine at my apartment. When we realized that from this point on that we would no longer be having sex, we both felt depressed. Of course it was my idea that perhaps on last time wouldn't hurt anything...
The sex was amazing! Since we knew that it was the last time, we were both very uninhibited. The memory of that last time is something I cherish. I have had many good orgasms stroking my shaft while replaying it in my mind. It was something that we never spoke of after it happened.
That was about three years ago.
Since that time, we were very good friends. We were there for each other through the good times and the bad. Talked about the good dates and the bad dates. Picked up the pieces after ended relationships. We even shared a few details of the sexual activities that happened from time to time.
All in all, we were very open and honest with each other.
I received a call from Liz a week ago. She invited me to an art show that her company did the advertising for. Liz was an administrative assistant and got two tickets from her boss. It was important for her to be there so I told her that I would be her escort since neither of us were in a relationship at the time.
There was s flurry of activity for her at work just before the opening of the event. I was to be at her apartment at no later than 4:00. I showed up at a little before that, and when I knocked on her door, there was no answer. Either she's in the shower, or she's not home.
I had just started to dial her on my cell when she came running around the corner apologizing in a panting voice. I told her not to worry about it as she let us inside her apartment.
She told me that her boss had given her some last minute things to take care of and they put her behind schedule. I poured her a glass of wine and tried my best to calm her down. She was clearly nervous about the opening that would start an hour and a half from now.
She was in and out of the shower in a few minutes. She called my name from the bathroom that was attached to her bedroom. I stopped outside the bedroom door and asked what it was that she needed.
The door opened and I saw her standing there in her white terrycloth robe. Nice.
"Can you just kinda hang out in her and talk to me?" she asked. "I'm getting jumpier by the second!"
"Sure," I said, grinning inwardly. She's never this uptight, always bragging about being in control.
Her evening dress was hanging on the hook of the bathroom door. I was looking forward to seeing it on her slight frame.
She breezed by me stopping at the chest of drawers. She grabbed a few items and headed back to the bathroom. A few steps before the bathroom, something dropped to the floor.
I looked closer and saw a very skimpy thong. I couldn't help but smile. The video player in my mind flashed an image of her small firm ass encased in the black thong.
I shook my head, dissolving the image and looked at Liz. She was bent over the bathroom counter, carefully applying her make up.
"Do you think it's going to get a little chilly later in the evening" I asked.
"What?" she replied. "its so damn hot out..." Her voice trailed off as she looked over at me. I was standing there holding her thong up by the side straps, grinning widely.
"Gimme those!" she yelled as she snatched it out of my hands.
"You never wore those for me," I replied with a well over exaggerated pout.
"I'm surprised I didn't catch you sniffing the crotch, you perv," she added with spite.
I laughed at her attempt at getting back at me.
She stepped into the thong and pulled it up her slim, well toned legs, careful not to expose any more skin than absolutely necessary. It didn't stop me from leering at her as she did and she knew it.
She held her wine glass out to me and said, " Let's split one more glass of wine before we go. I could use it."
I dutifully took the glass and went to the kitchen to fill it. As I did, I wondered if I had pushed her a bit to far. I better apologize when I get back I thought.
I entered the room ready to apologize. When I came around the corner of the bathroom entrance, I stopped in my tracks. Liz was bent over the counter applying eyeliner. She was in her black top and had on nothing else but her thong. My eyes we glued to her ass.
I remembered how the small, perfectly round globes of her ass fit into the palms of my hands. At that moment all I wanted to do is mold them into my palms. I was in a word speechless. "Ahem!" she cleared her throat to break my stare.
"Oh...sorry," I stammered and walked over to the bed and sat down.
She was flaunting her bare butt and loving it. She had me right where she wanted me. Making things harder for me, she walked past me to the chest of drawers once again and pulled out a pair of stockings. She sunk down into an overstuffed chair in the corner facing me. She pulled them on somewhat slowly, watching me the whole time.
I wished this whole art show thing wasn't looming over us. It would take much more time to play this teasing thing out right. Much more time. I know that she was playing this game because she knew nothing more could happen before we had to leave.
Or could it?
My turn. I know how it turns Liz on to see how her tight little ass turns men on. I propped myself up on one elbow as I laid back on the bed. I just stared at her firm little globes. I was steel hard and knew that she could see it. I caught her steal a glance or two in the mirror.
Time to play hardball.
I got up off the bed and walked into the bathroom behind her. I plucked two tissues out of the box and said in a whisper, "I better freshen up a bit. Wouldn't want to attract any unwanted attention."
I stopped beside the bed, took off my jacket and laid it on the bed. With my back facing Liz, I unbuckled my belt, unzipped my pants and slid them down to my knees. I pulled down the front of my underwear and tucked the band under my balls. She couldn't see the front of me. I took the tissue in one hand and with the other hand, I squeezed the base and stroked upward pushing out a big drop of precum.
I stepped out of my pants and pulled my bikini briefs over my hard shaft as best as I could. I walked into the bathroom nonchalantly, dropped the tissue in the trashcan. I excused myself, pushing past the front of her and quickly washed my hands.
Liz was staring at me dumbfounded in the mirror the whole time.
"I think you might want to adjust your briefs big boy," she said with a sassy tone.
I looked down and the head of my cock was fighting for its freedom.
