I look into his eyes and for the first time, I let myself feel what I have always felt. Now that I am single, I can lust after my closest friend without feeling guilty.
He looks back at me, in a way he never has before. I could tell he sensed something was different.
"It's over," I said. "I'm free now."
I see relief, excitement, a bit of surprise, and desire in his eyes. He wraps his arms around me and nuzzles his face into my neck. Feeling his breath on my neck seems to awaken my body. I am suddenly aware that I could do whatever I wanted right now, I'm a single woman at last.
I was aware of how close our bodies now were. And I was very, very aware of my urge to get a lot closer.
"I've wanted to be yours for years now," he whispers in my ear. "And I've wanted to say and do things to you that I couldn't."
"Like what?" I ask, breathlessly awaiting his response. My heart was racing now. The days of sitting on the opposite sides of the couch are over. We don't have to hold back anymore.
Next thing I know, our lips are locked and my tongue is exploring his mouth. He bites my lip and I immediately feel a pang of desire; I could feel myself getting wet already. His strong hands are hungrily exploring my body, frantically trying to feel everything he has never touched before. My lower back, my breasts, my ass. His heavy breathing is such a turn on. I pull away to look in his eyes. Holy fuck, I've always wanted to see his eyes filled with that much lust. The only look I've wanted to see more is the look he will have when I make him cum.
I begin tearing his clothes off, as he scrambles to get me out of my jeans to reveal my lacy black thong. Before long, there's no clothing in sight.
"I've pictured you naked a million times but I never thought it was possible for someone to look so beautiful," he says, as his eyes running over my body.