It had to happen. Sooner or later it had to happen. This did not mean Maureen had to like it... even though she enjoyed every moment. Smiling, she started her car and drove home, remembering last night...
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It was an invitation she could not refuse. Spending the night drinking and watching movies with a trusted friend. Michael always had interesting parties, and this was strictly friends only.
20:00 exactly she knocked on the door. Open, Maureen saw his form, remembering the power within his arms. She blinked, wondering why THAT particular fact emerged first... and so strongly. He hugged her tightly, filling her with dangerous warmth. One that spread immediately to her crotch, engulfing her sex in its heat.
"Come in! I don't think anyone else is gonna show. There's a party at Don's and he's known to throw some wild ones. So I guess it's just you and I, Lady!!" He sounded as friendly as ever, but the touch of... fear?... was there.
He fixed a small glass of Rumpleminz, and grabbed a cold cider for himself. Maureen went to the VCR and inserted an anime film. It was her favorite, lacking any of the gratuitous sex/rape scenes. Before the movie was half finished she was buzzing good. She was also irrationally horny, her nipples aching for attention. She glanced at Michael, noticing that his head was turned just so that he could see the screen... and watch her... without moving his head.
They chatted briefly, mostly commenting about Life, her recent graduation, the movie plotline and such. Still the sexual tension grew. Maureen was almost tempted to take him up on his offer of total hospitality. All she had to do was excuse herself to the bathroom, turn on the fan, and frig herself. Simple. Except he would be nearby. So close... Maureen tried to block out the thought of Michael's chocolate skin against her somewhat pale flesh.
When she did have to pee, she simply rose and made her way to the bathroom. He paused the tape and got another cider. Her bladder empty, Maureen gasped as a surge of Lust blasted through her clit. Carefully drying herself, she flushed, buttoned up her shorts, and washed her hands. When she opened the door, there he stood... without a shirt.
"Sorry. Spilled some cider on my shirt. Say... ya gonna take all day?" She chuckled at his joke, and playfully slapped his chest... a fatal error if she wanted to maintain control.
She felt the heat from his heart, and it locked her hand in place... right over one slightly bulging pectoral. She gasped. So did he. Maureen looked at his face. Shock. Wonder. Amusement. LUST! Friendly. So fluid were the transitions that they seemed to be one form. She slowly removed her hand, knowing he felt her fingers twitch on his body.
"Excuse me," he growled. The sound was definitely lustful. She allowed him to enter, dragging her body across his.
Time stopped. She was one heartbeat away from seducing a trusted friend... or he her. Either way... something had to give. Maureen knew it. Michael's face said he knew it. The large bulge she felt on her leg confirmed it. Someone had to make the first move. Michael slid by her, dragging his body slowly over hers. Maureen smiled softly.
When he returned, she was sitting on one of the two chairs, letting herself grow more anxious with each second. He lay on the couch... then opened his arms. The invitation was obvious and readily accepted. Soon Maureen found herself nestled comfortably against Michael. He turned on the video once more, and they watched in silence.
At first things went well. The comforting presence behind her was more than welcome. Still she knew just how vulnerable she was. Her lips were dry, requiring constant licking. Each lick brought forth images of his lips on hers. His hand caressing her aching breasts. She struggled, but knew her defeat was inevitable. When he began stroking her arm, the action did not go unnoticed. She took a huge pull from her drink, set the glass down next to the couch, then rolled over until she faced Michael. His face looked calm, but his eyes betrayed him: he DID want her.
"Are you sure about this? Because if you are, what's off limits."
She blinked, then smiled warmly. Tilting her head slightly, she kissed his lips, moaning at the intimate contact. Her body screamed to be free of its clothing. Yet she wanted the moment to last. Come morning, there would me more than enough time to regret the forthcoming night of pleasure.
His tongue slid into her mouth, and she welcomed it, swirling her tongue over his. They dueled, stroking her fire higher and higher. Maureen moaned freely now, her path set. Her hands slid over his still bare chest, lightly fingering his nipples. One hand slid down, searching for his bulging crotch. Then he rose, leaving the couch.
Maureen was shocked, wondering if she'd rushed things. Michael lifted his arms to his side, smiling warmly at his friend. Maureen left the couch, ending up on her knees. Crawling over to him, she began removing his pants. The black boxer-briefs framed his powerful legs, and the bulge was even larger than she expected. She licked her lips and, tentatively, pulled down the boxer-briefs. Out popped nine inches of thick black manhood, bobbing menacingly in front of her lips.
