So, where does one begin a tale such as this? I've known Aidan for years, though he's my best friend I have even been curious about him if you know what I mean, but I never in a million years thought I would actually find out.
Over the years he has had many a girlfriend and though I haven't had many a man the timing has never been right. Not to mention the fastest way to kill a friendship is to start doing – er – unfriendly things to each other. Now, by unfriendly I do not mean not being nice, I mean things that you normally do not do with friends. Things that require the removal of clothing…
Now, let's describe Aidan to get a good mental image. He's 6' even. Has brown eyes and golden-red skin. Those eyes. They are the first pair of brown eyes I have ever been enamored of. So expressive. When the charm is turned on, that gaze alone could get me to do anything at anytime in any place. He is broad shouldered. Indeed I have spent many a moment appreciating the girth of his back and the strength it exudes. His hair is short, straight, buzzed, brown and starting to gray. He hates it, I love it. Go figure.
His bottom half is narrower. He has the typical body of a quarterback. He claims that he used to have an ass but that the Marines marched it off of him during boot camp all those years ago.
I should also tell you about his voice. I have only met 2 men in my life that had a voice like his and he's one of them. Deep, bordering on Barry White-dom. So melodic and calculated. Everything about Aidan is calculated. Everything.
I am 5'2" a little on the chubby side and adorable if you were to listen to Aidan. I have light brown hair and blue eyes. My breasts are average little breasts. 38b's for me. I have a fat ass that screams Sicilian and a voice that makes the cockles on a man's neck go on alert. At least, that's what a few have told me…
I think that's good for describing two perfectly average looking people with a few not so average things about them. You know, not so different from the rest of the human race.
In the past few months, Aidan and I have been spending an awful lot of time together, now don't get me wrong, he's my best friend, but we're talking almost everyday. He recently went through a breakup and I think he just wanted me to help him lick his wounds. Check that one off the list ladies and gentlemen.
We hosted a party a couple of weeks ago and that's when it happened. After everyone had left he sat down at the computer and started watching porn. It wasn't the first time he had turned on porn and had me watch it with him which I'll admit is weird if you aren't having sex or relieving yourself. I don't know about you guys, but I use porn as a stimulant to self induced incredipleasure, as I like to call it. Or at least in the background while you're fucking and you just want that extra something to spurn you on. I haven't ever met anyone who liked to watch it for sport with friends who were of the opposite sex but maybe that's just me. As I said, we've watched porn together before but usually we aren't sitting on the same couch or very near each other. He never comes on to me and my clever little responses that I have become famous for in these parts of course elude me because I'm so fucking turned on by it but I don't dare say anything because we're friends blah blah blah…Well, this particular evening he said something I'd never heard come out of his mouth before when we had partaken in this past time.
"Wow, that one was arousing." I was acutely aware of the beat of the music that was still on suddenly.
And there, before I could register the voice I heard someone say "What? Are you trying to tell me something?" Yeah, it was me.
He turned himself half around in his office chair and shot me that raw wolf look that he has. I immediately felt myself getting hotter and wetter for that matter.
"I could be." He slyly smiled.
I rolled my eyes and started to get up from my chair and he grabbed my wrist.
"What if I was?" He asked.
"I think you need to tell me before I'm going to respond to that loaded question." I shot him a little girl smile filled with innocence that was anything but.
"Come on Michele, aren't you even a little curious?" With his Midwestern accent my name came out sounding like 'Mishayle' and I loved the way he said it.
"No." Now that really wasn't a lie because I wasn't the least bit curious, I HAD BEEN DYING TO KNOW FOR ALMOST A DECADE.
"No?" His eyes bored into mine and again, I heard that voice that couldn't possibly have been mine (but of course was) say "Do you really need to ask? Haven't you figured it out yet?"
He stood up over me then and looked down at me. I broke his gaze but he put his finger under my chin.
"Look at me." So soft, gentle and hypnotic was his voice. "Why won't you look at me?"
I blushed and smiled up at him. He could see my body struggling against my mind.
He slowly lowered his head to mine and kissed me. Gently at first, just lips sucking on lips. I was a teensy bit aware of the fact that my feet were starting to move toward his room as he was nudging me in that direction. 'No turning back now.' I thought and prepared for something I had fantasized about for a very long time.
As soon as we crossed over the threshold he closed the door, turned to me and picked me up under my arms and threw me back on the bed. He was on me in a flash and kissed me deeper this time. His tongue tasted good and felt like hot velvet. There was something urgent taking over him. He was becoming less gentle and more beastly. He lowered his face into my neck and bit me hard. I yelped a little and he just laughed into my neck which tickled deliciously.
"Listen, before this goes any further if there's something you don't like or something hurts you, just gently tug on my ear, all right?" He said.
"Tug on your ear, got it." I grabbed his face to pull him in a kiss and he gripped my wrists and pinned them.
"Oh no, Bitch, I'm in control tonight." That wasn't as brutal sounding as you think, we call each other bitch all the time. It's part of our sexual tension banter.
"Sure you are." I laughed.
"Oh ho, are you challenging me, Miss?" He asked me just daring me to say yes. "You know how I love a good challenge."
"I believe I am Mr. Samuels." I said just daring him to do his worst. I've always been a bit of a submissive but you have to break me first. And hey, I welcome that.
"All right, I see how it's gonna be." He chuckled like he knew something I didn't. "Wait till you get a load of me. In more ways than one tonight it would seem." He laughed and went back to biting my neck. He still held my wrists down but now they were above my head held by only one hand.
He reached down with the other and lifted my skirt up. He found my panties and ripped them right off of me. The pulled fabric burned my thighs and of course, ever the ball buster I had to say something.
"Hey! I just got those and they weren't cheap." Man I was just digging my hole deeper, wasn't I?
"So I'll get you new ones. Now, I'm only going to say this once, you'd better be a good little girl."
"Or what?"
"Oh, you'll find out. Something tells me you're REALLY going to find out with that lip of yours."
"Shut up and kiss me Big Boy." I taunted him.
"What did you just call me?"
"You heard me, Boy." I sassed.
"That's two." He sing songed to me as he did indeed kiss me.
Next he raised up a bit and grabbed hold of my blouse…
"No, don-" PING PING PING went all the buttons as he tore it open and exposed my breasts which were already free as I had taken off my bra earlier when the last person had left. He took that blouse and in one swift motion lifted me up pulled the blouse down behind me and pushed me back down so that now I was bound by my own blouse.
"Clever…" I said laughing.
"Oh you have no idea. But you will after tonight."
With the skirt he was actually gentle, with the SKIRT. He unbuttoned the little button, unzipped the little zipper and when he curled his fingers around the hem to pull it down and off he made sure that he also curled his fingers cruelly into my thighs. It was delicious, thank you very much.
He got back over me and attacked my breasts. He started out softly licking them with a firm tongue teasing my nipple with lightning fast flickers.. I reached up and touched his head as much as I could considering my somewhat bound predicament. He alternated between the two and then nibbled, then bit and ground. I moaned unwilling to admit that it hurt even a little. It did, but I get off on pain so I just enjoyed it.
He reached down and grabbed my pussy, cupped it and I felt one of his fingers rubbing my clit. The electric shock of it was heaven after all this build up for so long.
"My my you're wet. I won't even need the astroglide for your little pussy will I?" He said. I moaned.
He rubbed faster and I hate to be a cheap date, but I had so much desire for him built up for so long, a few more strokes and I was cumming all over his hand. His HAND. I couldn't believe that his hand felt that good.
With his other hand I could hear him fumbling with his jeans and I rose up a little to get that blouse off me. I wanted to touch him and I wanted to take his damn shirt off of him.
He smacked my thigh. "Who said you could take that blouse off, Miss?"
"I need to feel you." I stated while trying to catch my breath.
"Patience, Michele." He said as I started to tear off his shirt. "I plan to take my time."
He got back over me and I felt that hot hard cock against my leg. It was like hot iron with a soft coating of skin.
"Are you ready, Michele?" He asked as I felt him rubbing it up and down my pussy lips.
I moaned again.
He slowly started to push that cock into me. It wasn't the longest dick in the world but he was thick. My tight little pussy walls strained to take him in. I guess I was a little vocal at that point because he had a bit to say to me.
"What's the matter, Bitch? A little too much for your ass? Aw – too late now." We both laughed at that and I ran my fingers through his hair and pulled his head down to mine. This time when he kissed me he bit my lip as I felt him slowly pumping that fat cock in and out of me trying to make a space to churn that fucking tool and a half into.
