Sex With My Best Friend Turned Love

You smile at me across the table at the local coffee shop and bakery we usually meet at. As you sip your iced tea (sweet, of course) through your straw, I watch your full lips enclose the straw and imagine them enclosing something else, something attached to me.

At first you don't seem to notice my focused gaze and keep your eyes steadily on your glass. I don't know if I really want you to notice where i've been looking or not, but as you set it back down on the table and raise your hand to move it back to your chin, you suddenly and unexpectedly raise your beautiful green eyes to meet mine and you immediately blush, smiling at my attention.

I clear my throat, trying to leave my fantasy of your mouth on my cock in my mind, but I think you catch a glimpse of my thoughts, given your blush.

You keep your eyes steady on my face, though you're still bright pink. I search my brain for anything to say to distract you, but I'm drawing a blank. You've successfully made this extrovert lose the ability to chat with you.

Your gaze searches my face, moving from my eyes to my lips, where it seems to stop for a few seconds longer than most people look. I unintentionally lean a little closer to you across the table and you take in a quick breath, your chest rising slightly towards me.

We've been friends a long time and I have fantasized about you since the day we met, imagining what the feel of your brown curly hair would feel like wrapped around my hand, what your skin and lips would feel and taste like, what staring into your eyes would feel like as I sank my cock deep into you. All these questions run through my mind as we keep intently looking at each other, this awareness beginning to be reflected in each others' faces.

You blush even more as you watch me watching you, so I check you out some more, staring obviously at your breasts, truly imagining what their weight would feel like in my hands. You have on a blouse that you've been wearing more often, sort of a filmy thing with with a deep v that crosses over in the front and makes your breasts look even larger than the huge handful size they are in reality.

You take another deep, quick breath as you watch me watching you and brush your hand down that v, pulling it apart a little more, just slightly so I can see where the top of your bra's cups would be. I watch your hand, mesmerized, wishing it were my hand. You bite your lip, seeming to be nervous at being so obvious about what you're thinking and wanting.

I'm loving this playfulness that you're showing me, not to mention what it does to my mind and body. I feel myself growing even harder against the zipper of my jeans and I know this night might be when my fantasies finally become reality. I stand up, trying to adjust myself in some not obvious way, but I know you see me, your eyes fixing on my crotch as I move towards you.

I hold out my hand to you, needing to feel you close in my arms, pressed up against me.

You put your hand in mine without any hesitation and I open my arms to you. You easily stand up and move gracefully into my arms, your warm body pressing into mine, your head sliding under my chin as if we had done this a thousand times instead of this being the first time I've ever held you.

I take a deep breath, burying my face in your curls and try to not press my erection into you too hard. You squeeze your arms around me and press your body into mine, showing me your eagerness and openness. Your breasts press into my chest, their firmness turning me on even more.

I replay you running your hand down the opening of your blouse, down your chest, in my mind as your eyes search my face. I run my hands down your back, so tempted to cup your ass and press my cock harder against you. Instead I moan and pull away from you, unsure how you are feeling, not wanting to take advantage of you or assume that what I want, what I crave, is what you're up for.

As I pull away from you, I feel your fingernails scratch my back. I keep my eyes lowered, hoping against hope that you're looking at me with the same lust and excitement that I feel. I slowly look up at you, scanning up your body to your neck, where I stop, suddenly unsure. I see you swallow, your neck muscles tense. I make my decision and look straight into your face, sure of what I want.

I want you. I've always wanted you since the moment I met you. I want you in every way, but it doesn't stop there. As a Daddy, I want to possess you in all ways, to control you. This is what I not sure of: you may want me for right now, but do you want to give me all of you, to trust me with as much as I need?

I look into your face and immediately see that your eyes are lowered. Are you upset? Are you hurt? Are you angry? I can't tell for sure, but your body and manner are completely relaxed. You start to move and I watch you, closely, wondering what you are thinking.

Your only movement is to put your hands behind your back. You keep your gaze lowered. I feel a surge of hope. Are you a submissive, as submissive as I need? I say your name, huskily.

"Yes, sir?" you answer.

My mind explodes at hearing you call me "sir." Maybe you are!?

I put my hand on your shoulder, turning you to leave the cafe, my hand trailing down to the small of your back so that I can keep myself connected to you, guiding you. I feel your body tense and become even more alert against the pressure of my hand, which I take as a good sign.

You lean over to grab your purse and coat. I take your coat from you and lay it over your shoulders, since that was how you wore it when you walked in, and I know that if I hold it for you I will be unable to stop myself from wrapping my arms around you, bending you over and taking you on our table.

I steer you out of the cafe, and walk you to my truck, of course holding the door open for you. The truck smells a little bit of my dog, but I doubt you'll care.

I get in and glance at you, hoping that this is just the beginning of something great. Your eyes are fixed on me again. As I raise my eyebrows at you, you blush again and turn your face from me, embarrassed again.

"You know what I want," I say in an easy tone that lets you take my comment however you feel most comfortable. I don't move to start the truck, so you glance back at me, your eyes full of questions.

"I'm not exactly sure, sir, but I'm guessing it's close to what I want," you say in a voice just above a whisper. My eyes stay on yours and I nod at you, confidence flooding into me I start the truck and drive out of the lot, barely believing how lucky I am. Here you are, my best friend, the woman I've fantasized about for years as we've gotten closer, now acting like my dream submissive.

I steer with just my left hand as my right hand reaches for your leg. I rub it along your thigh, feeling your quads tense as I run across them. I gently and slowly stroke from your upper thigh towards your knee, moving my hand up and down your thigh, then angle slightly downwards so that I'm working my way up and down your inner thigh. Your hands touch my arm, gently brushing up and down from my wrist to my shoulder, then to my neck and back, encouraging me to explore as you shyly explore me.

i cannot believe you are doing this, so I decide to test you a little as I commit more and more to domming you. At a light, I quickly move my hand to your hair and grab a handful, pulling your head back firmly. You immediately gasp and widen your eyes, but it's a gasp of pleasure and not of fear. My heart has started racing. I angle your head towards me.

"Look at me!" I order

You do, immediately, your eyes filled with wonder, and you grin at me, both of us too lost in the spell of the control I'm exerting to speak. I now stare openly at your mouth, at your dark pink lips still curved in a gentle smile. You bite your lip again, unaware of how crazy that drives me. Your lips are amazing: full and expressive, the slightest smile or frown reflected there.

I glance up at the traffic light, wondering if I have time for a kiss, but I don't, as the light is changing, and I want our first kiss to be more than a peck in my truck. I tighten my fist in your hair and pull a little harder, just to see if your pupils dilate. It's just light enough out for me to see that they do, and I'm sure mine are just as big, if you're half as turned on as I am.

I remove my hand from your hair and return to your thigh, smoothing my fingers along your inner thigh down to your knee just to the edge of your skirt. I run my fingers along the skin that I can feel there, teasing you. I start moving my fingers in a circle so that I can slowly lifting the hem of your skirt up a little bit. I can tell by your breath and the slight amount of squirming that you're beginning to do that you're enjoying this.

You reach up and touch my hair, and the pressure of just your fingers moving gently over my head makes me even harder. Your fingers stroke down my face to my lips where they tentatively touch, making my body tense at the light pressure and teasing sensation. I kiss your fingers quickly then take two of them in my mouth and nibble on them gently. You gasp again, this time at the pressure and tiny amount of pain you feel.

You keep teasing my lips with your fingers and this time when I take your fingers between my teeth, I nip harder. Instead of crying out in pain, you moan in pleasure, giving me an idea of what you'll sound like when you're feeling pleasure, also letting me know that this pain is welcome to you, and assuring me that you are the submissive than I imagined.

I gaze at you, barely paying attention to my surroundings or the traffic in front of us. I glance at your face and body over and over, trying to see if you're at all uncomfortable, or feeling forced or reluctant. You steadily look back at me, though I don't know what you're thinking about. You look up and down my face, studying my profile slowly.

I love feeling your gaze on me, especially when I can watch you reacting to me and to my control. I'm having problems keeping my truck at or below the speed limit because I'm so eager to be naked with you in my arms. Finally, finally we reach my house, my dog Nikki running out to greet us. You stoop to pet her, knowing to scratch just the right place on her neck behind her ears.

I lead you up the porch steps then into my home, not that this is the first time that you've ever been to my house, but the first time that I've ever led you in, us both ready to become intimate instead of me just imagining it like I've done over and over. Nikki follows and settles in her bed.

You hang your coat on the rack beside the door and turn to face me, once again looking like you're a little uncomfortable and unsure. I reach for you, running my arms up and down your now bare ones and you again snuggle into me, your breasts pressing against my chest and your head pressing into my neck. I feel your breath fanning out across my neck and hold you still against me. I stroke your hair then put my hand on the back of your neck. I nudge you to hint that I want you to look up at me and you do, your eyes staring up at me and your lips slightly parted.

I look into your eyes, wanting to kiss you. I watch as your gaze lowers from my eyes to my lips and you subconsciously lick them in an effort to feel some pressure on them. I lower my lips to yours, covering them, tasting them, pressing into you with all my desire and need for control, our kiss slowly deepening and becoming longer and more passionate. I kiss you over and over, seeking some relief for my desire. You press yourself into me, apparently wanting the same, kissing me back with the same intensity, gasping between kisses and squirming in my arms.

I lead you to the back porch where I've imagined holding you a million times, sometimes when you were sitting right beside me. The sunset's bright lights are just fading from the sky. The fields in the back of my house stretch for acres, so there's only the sheep that seem to prefer the fields at night to notice us. I light a few candles that I've put out just for you, hoping that tonight would be The night that I could show you this side of me, and what I've been dreaming about with you.

I sink into the couch that's there, drawing you onto my lap, careful to center you right on my cock so you can't miss how turned on I am, and so I can feel you moving against me. As I do you feel me pressing against your cunt and gasp, beginning to rock against me, your eyes hooding in desire, your hands moving to my face to bring me back down to your lips. You moan against my mouth as my lips and cock both press into you.

I push my hands into your curls again, drawing you back so I can now kiss your neck. I kiss down your neck, licking and nipping across your sensitive skin. You continue to gasp and moan, sometimes calling my name, sometimes saying "yes," and sometimes just meaningless sounds of desire.

I don't want to move too fast for you, but I need to taste more of you, so I slide your blouse down off of your shoulders, kissing and licking across your collar bone and down towards your cleavage. You move to straddle my lap now, making it perfect for me to press my face between your breasts. I kiss you there and then on each side of your breasts, where my scruffy beard is just barely scratching you. Your cunt is now right above my cock, only separated by whatever you're wearing under your skirt and my jeans and boxers. I can feel your heat surrounding me as you begin to ride me up and down with these layers of fabric between us.

I lean back to be able to see your right breast more clearly, your budded nipple poking through the floral lace bra cup that holds it. I nip at it with my teeth, making you tremble slightly and your eyes to drift closed. You cry out louder now, begging me to continue and your hands move to my belt, unclasping it and unbuttoning the button at the waist of my jeans. You move off of me so I can pull my shoes, socks, jeans and shirt off and remove your shirt and skirt, leaving me in my boxers and you in your lacy underwear. My cock tents my boxers, all of my blood pulsing through it as I stare at your almost naked body, curvy and gorgeous. I reach for your shoulders as you reach for my cock and press me back down onto the couch, your hand circling me gently, teasingly.

"Good girl," I say as we both moan again, "stroke my cock."

"Oh god, Daddy," you say, "you're so velvety soft in my hand. I could touch you forever!"

This makes me smile inside, knowing that that is exactly what I want: to be with you for forever, to possess you from this night until forever, or maybe just to spend forever exploring each other..

The thought of this makes my cock harden even more in your hand. You stroke me harder, up and down my shaft and I have to sit back down. Instead of straddling me, your eyes glance at me in a question as you stand in front of me, bending over to keep your hand anchored to my cock. I'm not sure what question you have, but I open my arms, motioning you to come into my arms.

Instead you move to kneel in front of me. This simple motion speaks volumes to me: you are actively seeking to submit, to show respect. I'm not sure that this is what you intend, so I sit up on the couch and lean over you.

"Why are you kneeling in front of me?"

You gaze up at me and again clasp your wrists behind your back which makes your back arch and your breasts press up towards me.

I stare at your breasts while you look for the words you want to say.

"I adore you; I've always adored you, and it just feels right to me. I want to be with you so bad, but I want to be with you and be yours at the same time," you say, slowly, working through your thoughts. I watch your face as you speak.

"So, you know about dominance and submission, then?"

"Yes--," you admit, blushing. This time I can see that when you blush, your chest, face, ears, and neck get red. My mind races ahead, wondering if other parts of you flush as you get excited.

You continue, "yes, I know about it, but I've never felt such a need to be like this, be kneeling like this, other than right now with you."

"How far should I take this with you? How far are you "mine"?" I ask.

"I don't know where this ends, but I know I want to be here, doing this with you." you say. "I'm sure I have boundaries and things I don't want to do, but I don't know what's possible. All I know is that I'm here, and I trust you."

My heart swells at these words. You trusting me in this way is the most valuable gift I could have ever received.

I reach for you and draw you up on your knees, kissing you gently to say "thank you" and "I love you" and "I value you" and "I will do my best to never harm you."

As you lean back on your ankles, I slip your bra straps down over your shoulders and pull the lace cups down, letting my hands finally cup your full gorgeous breasts. I brush your beautiful hard nipples with my thumbs and lean down to gently take one into my mouth, licking and gently sucking on it. You moan in ecstasy, arching yourself up to press more of your breast into my mouth. I suck as much of your breast in as I can, sucking hard to make your nipple even more sensitive. I pull away from that breast and move to the other, lightly tapping that nipple and brushing it with my fingers. I lick over your other nipple, then blow on it before taking as much of that breast that I can into my mouth. You keep moaning and pressing yourself into me.

I pull away from you and return to your mouth, loving all the noises you're making, not to mention the movements your body is making against me. I crush my lips into yours, filled with desire.

You pull away from me this time, your lips swollen and your eyes glazed. I watch you, loving seeing you so turned on, and wanting to let you decide what you want to do, what you're comfortable with.

Your eyes drop to my cock, hard and red against my stomach. With a quick breath, you bend your head to me and do what I've been dreaming about: you lick up the underside of my hard cock, making both of us moan. When you reach my head you put your hand around my base, and slowly lick across my head, then around it, then flick your tongue on my frenulum, teasing me.

All of this feels heavenly and I lay my head against the back of the couch, sighing in pleasure, keeping my eyes on your face and mouth. You take my cock fully into your mouth and look up at me, your green eyes smiling at me, your mouth stretched with my cock. You seem to be enjoying this almost as much as I am, given your smile, the slow, measured movements of your warm mouth down my length and the slight movement of your hips. Your mouth is filling with more and more spit, which may also be a sign of enjoying this?

You moan against my cock, your eyes again hooding with desire and pleasure as you pull up on me, then lower your head again. I open my legs slightly to let you take as much of me in as you can. You almost reach my base and I gently press on your head to see if you will take me further in your mouth, into your throat. You gag slightly but do, your throat muscles gently enclosing me. You do this so well; so perfectly for me. I look at your breasts, swaying against me, your hard nipples still in peaks, pressing into my inner thighs.

You notice my gaze and move the hand that had remained behind your back to pinch one of your nipples, hard. You moan even more, which I can both hear and then feel through my cock. You bob up and down on my cock with constant light pressure, driving me wild. I gaze out at the stars, trying to remember every sensation.

You increase your pressure as you move your mouth up my cock, lightly sucking as you suck me into your mouth, then sucking harder as you enclose me in your wet, warm mouth again. This combination of light pressure then harder feels amazing. You wiggle your hips even more as you repeat this over and over, continuing to look into my eyes and smile. This slightly naughty act makes me smile to myself, falling even more in love with you as you work on me, as you serve me.