Just a quick hook-up between two sexually frustrated friends. No back-stories, no multi-chapter plots. Just fondling and fucking. Enjoy!
*****
"I swear, if I don't get fucked in the next 5 minutes, I WILL kill someone!"
Tony laughed as he watched his longtime friend Emma storm through his front door, 5'4" of sexual fury. She dramatically stomped her way to the kitchen, throwing her purse angrily in his direction as she passed.
"Oh Emma, hi, didn't see you there. Do come in please."
Tony heard a snort from the kitchen.
"Shut the fuck up Tony. If you were as pent up as me, you'd be bitching too!"
Tony sighed quietly to himself. Unknown to Emma, he WAS that pent up. He spent most days with a constant hard-on, struggling to find new ways to hide his 7 incher from his professors and fellow students. It was growing (HA) to be a real problem.
And she was the cause of it.
Emma Sanders was what some would call a "shortstack". In layman's terms, Emma was a short girl with exaggerated curves. She liked to brag she was only 1 inch away from being Sir Mix-A-Lot's perfect woman. She was also Tony's perfect woman, though he'd never tell her. They'd been friends since diapers, it would be wrong to take advantage of their friendship just to get laid.
Tony knew all the reasons. They were the only thing keeping him from throwing Emma on his kitchen counter right now and sating her sexual urges. Instead he lazily stood up, purse in hand, and walked into the kitchen to join Emma.
As he entered the kitchen, the first thing Tony noticed was Emma's large, round ass sticking out of his fridge. Not an un-welcome sight, especially since Emma had gone with her plaid skirt today, but now Tony's "real problem" was acting up again. He felt himself grow hard, and this time there was no way to hide it. He had been wearing gym shorts when Emma had come over, and they were now clearly tented.
Emma remained oblivious as she continued to ransack his fridge, her ass cheeks shifting from side to side under her skirt as she complained.
"I mean, how hard is it to find a willing cock these days? I'm a good looking woman. I've got the big tits and the fat ass guys seem to love these days. I should be DROWNING in cock! But nooo, I've got to live in the only town where every guy is either taken or gay! It's ridiculous!"
'Yes it is' thought Tony as he tried desperately to make his erection subside before Emma turned around. Unfortunately for Tony, his dick wasn't having it. In fact, the longer his erection lasted, the more excuses Tony was coming up with to just go for it.
'I mean, what's the harm? I'm horny, she's clearly horny. Maybe we could just...help each other out.'
Tony moved forward, shocked at his own body. He was now standing so close to Emma her skirt was slightly rubbing against his tented shorts. Not enough to feel anything, but still way closer than was acceptable for "just friends".
Emma chose this moment to turn around, her fridge raiding yielding her nothing. And since Tony was right there, she ran into him immediately. She squeaked and almost fell over, and Tony, out of reflex, grabbed her by the hip and pulled her back to him.
And here they were, Emma held against Tony, her large breasts pressed against his stomach, his erection throbbing against hers. A beat passed, Emma and Tony staring at each other, lust hot in their eyes, and a single thought blasting through both their minds.
Fuck it.
Tony and Emma's lips met, their tongues fighting over who would be leading this particular sexual encounter. Emma played dirty though, using her womanly moans and grasping hands to make Tony groan with need. He picked her up, Emma giggling as she looped her arms around his neck. She turned her head to see where Tony was taking her, smirking.
"On the counter Tony? How very theatrical."
Tony laid Emma down on the counter, burying his face in her neck as she squirmed and moaned. He growled into her ear, making her shiver.
"I've been thinking about this since the days you came back to school with those things on your chest."
Emma pushed Tony back lightly, mischief in her eyes as she unbuttoned her shirt, slowly. She teased him, though her breathing was growing heavy and her eyes lidded, so the act was a bit transparent.
"Oh these? I didn't know you'd noticed them. It's not like I catch you looking at them all the time."