They were compatible from the start, drawn to each other by cosmic forces far beyond their control. For the longest time they had been friends, each had wanted something more but was afraid to lose what they had. During one of their frequent conversations the topic of relationships came up, he asked, " What is your idea of the perfect relationship?" After giving it thought for a moment, she replied, " I think the perfect relationship is based on trust, it's built on two people sharing everything and knowing as much about each other as possible." Such as, he inquired, well what makes the partner tick she said. "What's your idea of the perfect relationship?" She asked. His answer surprised her, "being with you."
"Why?" she was trying to get to the core of his thoughts, wanting to hear if her feelings were being reflected. "We respect each other, and at some level love each other, and as you pointed out, in your prerequisite, know each other very well. You have to know that you are my ideal woman, smart, self-reliant, strong, and beautiful what man in his right mind would not be attracted to you?"
She smiled, took his hand, and for the first time ever kissed him as a lover. "If we continue from this point we risk loosing a friendship," she said. "But you're wrong, he continued, if we lose a friendship by becoming lovers, then the friendship wasn't as strong as we thought." She thought about his logic, all the while she felt his arm around her waist and the strength and comfort she received from that closeness. "Look, I need to think, no, we need to think about this let's talk more over dinner, my treat she said. Before they started walking again he turned to face her, it was his turn to kiss her now, there was no mistaking the passion he felt, and no mistaking it's return. Dinner was full of conversation they talked about everything, finally getting back to the subject of relationships. He spoke first, "Well, I think that if you are not ready to try this we shouldn't, we both have to want it for it to work, and above all we both have to be willing to work at it."
"Oh, she said, is that cold feet I'm hearing? I was just about to tell you that I've wanted it for a long time, I was just hoping that you felt the same way. And now I know, so that's settled what do we do now?" They laughed, paid the bill and left arm in arm, transformed from that moment on.
During the short walk to her house she mischievously asked, "so have you ever dreamed about me, you know naughty dreams, the kind that make you take cold showers and wake up in the night with your extra pillow cradled in your arms?"
"My gawd, I'm dating a pervert" he chuckled, "but to answer your question yes once or twice, but I was so shocked that I tried to put it out of my mind."
"Satisfied?" As they reached her apartment she looked at him and said, "At least I'm not the only one." They went inside, she got a couple of glasses and a bottle of wine and they sat cuddling for a while enjoying the wine and the new closeness. Before too long they began to kiss, at first tentatively, then more and more passionately as they continued. She let her hand rove over his back, slowly tracing the muscles of his shoulders and finally traveling to his thighs.
She squeezed his leg in places slowly moving toward his crouch, when she found the bulge in his pants she concentrated there for a while as he moaned at the touch. He was also exploring her with his hands, gently caressing her breast through her blouse, teasing her now erect nipples with his fingers and breathing in the fragrance of her hair. He laid her on the couch, got on top of her, she opened her legs and wrapped them around him, and they began grinding each other furiously. She reached to unbuckle his pants even as he fumbled with the buttons of her blouse. The sight of her bra-clad breast made him light headed. His hands shook as he peeled the straps from her shoulders and slid the flimsy material down to reveal her bare breast. At first he just took in the sight, then he hovered over her and bent to kiss and lick her nipples. Abruptly, he spoke, "Whoa, let's not move so fast" he said, "Why don't I just go home and take a cold shower or two, I've got something else in mind." Reluctantly, she untangled herself, "I've waited this long, a little longer won't hurt, but you realize that if I have another one of those dreams I can't be held accountable for my actions." Before he let her up, he bent over and sucked each nipple, she shuddered at the warmth and moistness of his lips, "I will definitely be having one of those dreams," he said. She kept her eyes on the prominent bulge in his pants as he got up, wishing that things had kept going in the same direction, as he kissed her good night she made a point of grinding him once more to convince him to stay but leave he did.
Just as he got out of the shower the phone rang " What are you wearing" said the voice on the other end she was trying to get him to play along. "What do you think," he said, "I just got out of the shower, I've got a towel wrapped around my waist, house slippers, and water drops on," he replied, "Happy?" On the other end of the line, she smiled, using the palm of her hand she lightly rubbed over her breasts, pausing now and then to pull and pinch at her erect nipples. This caused her breathing to come in irregular gasps, he heard this and asked, "What are you doing?" it was quiet at first, then she weakly moaned, "I'm playing, want to know what with?" Immediately, he began to get an erection, he could feel the throbbing in his dick and the tightness of his balls as they came to life. So much for a cold shower he thought, "yeah, I want to know, believe me, I'll try to visualize it as you speak." She told him what she was doing and how, as she spoke he closed his eyes and saw her hands moving over her breast, this caused him to become acutely aware of his own nipples, so he started imitating her movements. She heard his breathing change, and stopped to listen, "Don't you go shooting off without me," she cooed, this brought him back for the moment, "Don't worry, I have no intention of shooting off in any direction except yours", he said. With that he tried to focus on his plans for next day, but he was well aware that the anticipation was going to be a strain. He noticed a change in the sound of the phone. He realized she was on speaker now, which, he surmised, gave her the use of both hands. He turned off the lights switched over to speaker as well and laid on the bed. "Still playing?" he asked, he was greeted by the rhythmic sound of heavy breathing and low moans, "Tell me what you're doing," he begged, she was barely audible. "I have my nipples between my fingers, rolling them ever so softly. Every now and then, I squeeze my breast with one hand while I slide my fingers over my stomach down to my pussy and just brush over the lips. Just then he heard her lightly gasp, she continued, "I just separated the folds and started circling my clit, I've got two fingers inside, god I'm so wet it's running down my leg." As he listened, he traced the length of his dick with his hand; he started pumping at his member gently as he described his actions to her. "I'm cupping my balls in my hand, squeezing them as I stroke my cock, a little bead of come has formed and started to run over my hand."
"Play with your nipples" she urged, he followed her suggestion and started rubbing over his nipples, then, began pinching and pulling each in turn. They listened to each other masturbate until finally they both reached orgasm.
