*This is my first story, hope you enjoy*
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It was Friday night. He'd come over after school, to just chill, hang out. They'd been friends for about 3 years and they both had a love for Art House films. They would spend hours together, watching movies, talking about movies. Allie had told him that her parents had gone away for the weekend so he said he'd come over. They ordered pizza, and sat on the couch together, watching the movie in silence. Comfortable silence. She could hardly pay attention to the movie, she fantasised about him. Naked. Stroking her body, kissing her neck, sucking on her nipples until she cried out in orgasm...she felt her body becoming heated at the thought. She crossed her legs and cleared her throat.
"What's wrong?" He was staring intently at her face, eyebrows raised, with a hint of inquisition and cheekiness. "Don't you like sex scenes?" Her eyes shot to the screen, realising what was on it. She felt her face blushing. He must think I'm an idiot.
"No...Nothing, I was just..." She said, trailing off. How could she tell him she'd rather be fucking him than watching a movie. "I might just go get a drink, dyou want?"
"Yeah, thanks."
She got up and went to the kitchen. She exhaled and leant against the fridge. Fuck. Why does he have to be so sexy? No. No. We can't do anything. We're friends. Why would he like me, for crying out loud? She walked over to the sink, and washed her face. The water felt so cold against her hot skin. "Fuck, this is so annoying..."
"What's annoying?"
She jumped, hitting her hand on the tap. "Oowwww, fucking hell!"
"Fucking hell Matt, you scared the crap outta me!"
"Sorry, here let me take a look at that." He moved towards her, reaching for her hand. Clutching it between his own hands, he began stroking it. Fuck it felt good; she could feel her panties getting wet. He leant down and kissed her hand.
"Feel better now?"
"Yeah...thanks." She couldn't help being disappointed; she wanted him to keep touching her.
Shaking her head, she said: "Oh, I was getting a drink, wasn't I? What would you like?"
"Water's fine."
She picked up a tissue and wiped the water from her face, then got two glasses out of the cupboard, and returned to the sink. But before she could turn on the faucet, she felt his two strong hands snake around her waist. She sucked in a breath, in both shock and arousal. His head was nestled at her neck, and he slowly began kissing her, licking her. She moaned. Her body arousing further to his touch.
He turned her around so she was facing him and looked deeply into her eyes. She could see her own lust mirrored back in his deep brown eyes.
"You're so sexy, Allie," he started, "I've liked you for so long, I wanna be with you."
She could hardly believe he was saying this; she looked away, face reddening.
"I never thought you'd like me," she said quietly, "I not beautiful like the other girls..."
"No, you're not, if anything, you're more beautiful. I find you irresistible.." and he lifted her face, gently, with his hand, and kissed her. He moved away a little, looking deep into her eyes. Slowly, slowly, they both moved forward, until their lips met in a tender soft kiss, filled with emotion. She ran her hands up his arms, stroking his taut, athletic biceps, and wrapped them around his warm neck.
They finally pulled away, looking into each others very soul. They held each other for what seemed like an eternity, and she felt herself getting more and more aroused. She leant into him, and kissed him again, this time with increasing passion. He responded just as hungrily and pulled her hips into his increasing manhood. She moaned into his mouth as their tongues danced and wrestled together, the feelings washing over her.
She removed her tongue from his mouth, took a step away and glanced down his body. Her eye ravenously took in what she saw. He wasn't fat, wasn't thin, just perfect, slightly meaty, but she loved that in guys. He was a great hug, a sexy hug. His now red lips, were so soft, his coffee brown skin looked inviting to her touch, she wondered if he had a hairy chest. Giggling, she thought that she'd probably find out soon.
"What is my beautiful woman laughing at?" He asked, a smile creeping upon his lips. Grabbing her waist before she turned away.
"Oh nothing," her eyes sparkling, giving him a cheeky grin "This is so amazing...you are so amazing. You've gotten me so hot, I think I should get that glass of water, but you look like you need a cold shower," glancing down at the now visible bulge in the front of his pants.
"What can I say? You turn me on. It's all your fault." He teased.
"My fault?", turning away, pretending to be annoyed, "Well if that's how you feel...", starting to walk away.
He grasped her wrist and pulled her back to him, planting his lips on hers. He kissed her with so much strength, that she could almost feel her lip bleeding. She eagerly kisses him back, savouring his taste. She slid her hand up under his t-shirt, feeling his chest for the first time. Mmmmm, he did have hair. Sexy. This seemed to have boosted his confidence, because she felt his large hand engulf her left breast over her shirt, kneading the soft flesh. He backed her up against the counter top, pinning her between his hardness and the hardness of the wood. She gasped and broke the kiss.
"Maybe we should take this elsewhere..."she whispered, breathless, lightly caressing his cock through his khakis. He started to say something, but choked at the words...
"Are...you...sure?" He stumbled.
"I've never been so sure of anything in my whole life..." she said quietly.
She grabbed his hand and pulled him upstairs. At the top of the stairs, he grabbed her and pushed her against the banister, tongue probing past her lips, searching for hers. He slowly started to un-do the buttons on the front of her shirt and kissed along her collarbone. His lips lightly caressed her now warm skin, causing her to stifle a loud moan. He looked up at her, whilst grabbing her hand, pulling her towards her bedroom.
"No, stop, I have a better idea." She injected, pulling him towards the bathroom.
She closed the door behind them, and almost as though he could read her mind, they both started hungrily pulling at each others clothes. Shoes, socks, shirt, skirt, they kissed passionately, only stopping to pull his t-shirt over his head. Tugging off his pants and boxers she finally released his now stiff, throbbing dick. She instinctively licked her lips. He carefully removed her now damp panties, not wanting to seem too indecent.
He stood back to take in the magnificent sight before him. "You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen," he almost whispered, mesmerized by her beauty. Her long curly brown hair frame her oval face, her sensual blue eyes, her milky white skin covering her curvy "Reubanesque" body, she was spectacular. A small triangle of pubic hair framed her inviting pussy lips. They just stood there, taking in each others bodies. Both were so aroused, they didn't have time to be embarrassed.
Walking over to the shower, she turned on the water, "Aren't you coming?" she joked, giving him a seductive wink. He followed her obediently, entering the shower just behind her. Under the warm stream of water, they kissed again. Hands roaming over their now naked frames. The electricity of arousal surging through their bodies, feeling another's naked flesh was exceptional. She could feel herself getting wet in more ways than one. She reached down and slowly began stroking his rock hard cock.
He moaned loudly, "Oh fuck, that feels so fucking good...". She started stroking faster; she could see the pre-cum emerging from the tip. She dipped her finger in the pre-cum and brought it to her mouth, "Mmmmm, you taste good." Sucking her finger of every last drop of his warm saltiness. She kissed his lips; he could taste his cum. She could see his lust and passion for her in his eyes. Smiling, she got to her knees, and kissed the tip of his cock. He shuddered to her touch, and sighed loudly. Licking the head, more pre-cum oozed out, and she lapped it up greedily.
"Fuck...please don't stop, baby...this feels so fucking good."
