I would like to say that I returned home that night to a clean house, candlelit dinner and a vase of flowers on the table. Wrong. But at least I didn't come home to an empty house. That was my biggest fear all day. That you were going to be gone again when I returned. That all I would find was a note saying "I'll be in touch." Again.
But you didn't. What I found was something in-between. No note, but instead I could hear the strains of Van Morrison all the way from the elevator. Instead of flowers and dinner on the table I found your laundry, some folded, some still in baskets. Strewn throughout the apartment were odd pieces of furniture and ... "stuff" was all I could think of... when I opened the door.
"What in the WORLD are you doing??" I yelled above Van the Man's crooning.
"Hey, babe!" You sauntered over with a Nerf basketball in your hands and kissed me on the forehead. "Just getting organized."
As if cemented to the tiles marking the foyer area I could do nothing but stare open mouthed in disbelief at the mess. You turned and walked away then quickly made a pivot on your heels and tossed the basketball at me. It bounced off my head, landing somewhere among the boxes you had piled by the door.
I started to cry. I don't know why. I don't think it was the mess. I think it was more because you were back in my life, disrupting the tranquility, the routine. The boredom. The isolation from really getting in touch with my feelings. The control I had mastered over my life.
The tears halted you dead in your tracks.
"Babe?" Confusion marred your baby blues. "You have your period or something?"
Screaming something unintelligible I marched off to the bathroom, my only escape at the moment. I was afraid to check the sole bedroom to see if you had moved in there as well. I would deal with that later. When I stopped crying.
Door locked, I stripped and turned on the shower then at the last minute I decided I could really, really use a bath so I switched the stream of water and plugged up the tub. After adding a healthy heaping of rose oil to the water, I eased into the scalding, steamy water, leaned back against the cool ceramic tub wall and closed my eyes. I needed to think. Or not think. I wasn't sure what I needed at that moment.
It was all about sex with you. You were randy as all hell and without a girlfriend. And even when you had a girlfriend you weren't having sex. So clearly you were thinking only of the sex. You knew I wanted you. You knew I was available. You were thinking with your dick. Again.
Did I want to ruin what was left of our friendship by having sex with you? Then what? When it was over everything would be over. I didn't want to lose you. After a moment's thought I realized something.
I was going to lose you anyway. We were grown up now. Beyond the platonic snuggling on the beach. We had grown up. But our relationship hadn't.
The water grew tepid as contemplated the pro's and con's of giving into my most carnal desires concerning you. Maybe it was time, afterall, I eventually conceded, leaning over to let the release up and drain the now lukewarm water from the tub.
Slowly I patted my skin dry with a soft cotton peach towel. My nipples were sensitive and hard as I gently smoothed the towel over my breasts, erasing the droplets of water that clung to the smooth flesh. My belly, thighs, calves, arms, were all soon dried and I stood shivering in the cool bathroom air. I stared at my reflection in the mirror on the back of the closed door for a long while, trying to decide what to do.
The towel slipped to the floor as I studied my firm round breasts, the rosey hued nipples, little buds ready for your lips. I lifted my left hand unconsciously and rubbed my palm over the taut peak, wishing it were your hand. My left hand caressed my belly, gooseflesh rising along the path I traced from just below my ribs downward, circling my bellybutton, and lower. The tip of my forefinger caressed the neatly shaved patch of hair on my mons before dipping lower to flick the engorged rosebud of my clit. I took a deep breath, knowing what I needed to do.
As if you could feel my indecision, my need, my desire, you knocked gently on the wooden door. "You all right in there?" Your voice sounded genuinely concerned, if not a bit hesitant.
With a deliberateness I did not know I possessed, I reached out a trembling hand and unlocked the door. "Could you come in here?" Although my voice was little more than a whisper, you heard my request and opened the door.
Your eyes were wide with disbelief as your gaze fell upon my body. With a blink, passion filled your eyes as you visually caressed every bit of flesh I offered. "You okay?" You asked a bit hesitantly and only when I nodded breathlessly did you take another step forward. Gone was your cockiness, in its place an uncertainty I'd not seen since we were in high school.
"You sure?"
I offered you a very nervous half smile, I could feel my lips trembling as I nodded and lifted my arms up to encircle your shoulders. You pulled me close, I pulled you closer. You groaned and buried your face in my neck, your lips teasing my still dampened flesh with a light sucking and a nibble. My moan mingled with yours and we both edged out of the bathroom carefully as one entity, neither wanting to break the embrace.
No sooner had we stepped over the threshold did the damn of pent up passion burst. I tugged at your shirt whipping it up over your head. With a quick flick of your wrist your jeans were unfastened and down around your ankles. You kicked them off as I tugged you towards my bedroom.
We stood there, sucking face like we'd never sucked face before. Your hands were all over my, pulling my nipples, squeezing my ass, roaming over my hips and cupping my breasts. My hands were mauling you just as wantonly, leaving no inch of skin untouched. My hands lovingly massaged your arms, your shoulders, your upper back while my body wrapped itself around you like ivy. Your cock was wedged between our bodies, pressing into my belly, making my cunt feel hollow and needy. I wanted your cock there, where I was hot and wet and pulsing, and not anywhere else.
"I need you to fuck me," I whispered urgently as your fingers outlined the crack of my ass and slipped between my legs, finding my pussy soaked and awaiting your entry. "I want your cock, not your fingers," I pleaded.
"You're getting both," you growled. "I just need to feel you. Oh God, you're so wet." With that revelation you nudged me back onto the bed. "I can't wait. I'm sorry."
"I don't want you to wait, will you just fuck me for god's sake!" I spread my legs and lifted my hips high as you pressed your cock between my pussy lips and slipped inside of me with one easy stroke.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh, godddddddddddd." We both cried out at the same time.
"You're so fucking tight."
"I haven't gotten laid in ages." I laughed and you grinned down at me and shuddered, attempting to hold back your climax.
"Come for me." You demanded as you slowly pumped your cock deeper inside of my cunt. Once, twice, three times and you were in as far as you could go. You stayed there for a moment, caught my eyes with your own burning gaze. You moved your hips upward, slightly changing the angle of your cock and I gasped. You moved again, turning slightly and I gasped again, unable to speak, barely unable to breath.
And then you started. You started to fuck me as I'd never been fucked before. You moved inside of me ever so slowly. Slightly pulling out but then moving in harder. Pulling out a bit more, pushing in harder. You were coaxing my climax from me, you were teasing my orgasm out of my body. You were summoning my surrender. You leaned down over me, your chest and belly pushing me into the bed and I wrapped my legs around your body as you drove your cock deeper inside of me than ever before. I raked my nails down your back and cried out your name and the sound of your name coupled with the feel of your cock inside of me, your flesh beneath my palms, your chest against my breast, drove me to the point of no return. The first ripples of passion turned into a tidal wave of an orgasm, pummelling my body from my inner most core outward through my hips, my legs, my arms. My body burned and writhed beneath you as you took and took and took and then gave and gave and gave. I could do nothing but move with you, move against you, crying out your name, sobbing as my release rocked my body.
My pussy exploded then, I felt my come pulse out around your cock, the walls of my cunt squeeze the come from your cock, my own pleasure couple with your pleasure. We came together and you called out my name as you pounded me slow at first then harder and faster. You didn't stop, even after you came, and I came again and again. I don't know how many times, it was as if my body was making up for all the years I had denied myself this pleasure.
Slowly, we simmered down. And you brought me back to earth with soft tender kisses on my neck, my jaw, my cheeks, my eyes, my forehead, my nose and finally, one deep consuming kiss on my mouth. Our tongues mated in rhythm with our bodies, slow and langorous, until finally you stilled all movement, although we stayed connected with your cock still buried so deep inside of me.
"Oh. My. Gosh." I looked at you in amazement. You laughed at me and shook your head.
"I had no idea," you said shaking your head again.
"Me either."
We rolled over and you pulled out of me, but we didn't even bother with tissues or anything. We just spooned the afternoon away, not ready to face tomorrow, or what the reality of a relationship might involve. Afterall, what are best friends for?
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