I Watch My Best Friend

Ding dong.

I looked at my reflection and examined myself critically. I briefly worried that this was some sort of terrible literary cliché, but then I remembered that I didn't care and had more important things to worry about. Like not looking like a rat. I pawed at my bushy hair, and tried to smooth it out a little. I could get it out of my face at least. And then straighten my ugly, ill fitting uniform down a bit too. I unbuttoned the scratchy polo shirt and was pleased to see a little cleavage. At least that might distract from my general air of dishevelment. I should have brought some gum with me! I literally work in a place that sells it, so why isn't my breath minty fresh right now?! Oh crap, this was a mistake. Why didn't I bring a change of clothes? Or just push back to later? I could have gone home first and had a shower and changed. Maybe this was a huge mistake, maybe I shou-

The door I was using as a makeshift mirror opened, and I was staring straight at her. She stood confidently in the doorway, wearing just a white t-shirt that said 'Smile Big' and a pair of panties. Shining black hair framed her face neatly, just cascading down to reach the level of her ridiculous chest. Her long legs planted wide, her whole body exuding confidence and casual sexuality.

"Hi there babe."

"Hi. Um... wow."

Just her signature curved smile in response. She slowly ran her eyes up and down me. She just stood there. In broad daylight. Anyone could have come past and seen her. That wasn't a thought of prudishness, not really. True, I did admire her confidence, but it was more a question of jealousy. Anyone could walk by and get a glimpse at my goddess' sculpted body. At least for today, it should just be for me. I stepped up into the threshold. I hadn't magically grown overnight, so she still had a good 7 inches on me, but I did my best to stand up straight and proud.

"Can I come in?"

She raised an eyebrow at me. I think that back at my apartment my boots probably did a little quaking. She reached out for a handful of polo shirt and dragged me into the hallway. The door slammed behind me. My back hit the wall. I felt the warmth of her body as she stepped into my personal space, skin centimetres from mine, her breath falling on my face.

"What took you so long?" she murmured.

Her brazen, proud stance in the doorway had turned intimate and sensual in an instant. I stared up at her, and I put my hands on her waist instinctively. Her skin was soft. Of course it was, she was perfection. I could feel the fabric of her knickers too, and that felt almost as exciting as my hands on her bare flesh, almost more intimate than when I'd seen her face contort as she was penetrated from behind. There was just one thin layer of cotton between me and her total nakedness. I shivered.

"Sorry. I was working."

"Yeah I should hope so, otherwise you choose to wear this in your free time. And that would not be a good thing babe." She plucked at my work shirt, letting her hand fall back to rest on my shoulder afterwards.

My heart hammered in my chest. I swallowed and threw the words out before I could chicken out or ruin it.

"If you don't like it, I could always take it off."

Her smile dropped from her face and I saw hunger there. Need. Desire. She grabbed a fistful of the offending garment again and pulled us close, mouth parted to kiss me. She stopped, juuust at the last microsecond. Her eyes flicked from my mouth to my eyes. Her breath was hot against my lips. I nearly screamed from frustration.

"What do you think happens next," she whispered.

I don't know whether she still had some doubts. I don't know whether she wanted me to beg her. I don't know if she felt nervous or scared that I didn't really want to kiss another woman for the first time. I don't know if this was some power move to try and drive me wild, or tease me. I just knew that I had waited long enough. I closed the gap and locked our mouths together.

My first kiss with a woman was pretty fucking fantastic. Maya's lips were soft and her tongue was thin but lusciously warm. She ran a hand through my hair to hold me close and draw me upwards to her. She was confident and eager. She was also dominant, pushing her tongue into my mouth for a few perfect moments before taking my lip in her teeth as she pulled back. There was no doubt that she was a good kisser, and she was clearly enjoying herself too. But there was something else at play here. Something that elevated the experience beyond anything I'd experienced before, and beyond all of its constituent parts and motions. It was like I was standing in an electric field, or some sort of alternate reality. It felt like my hair should have been floating around my head as if gravity was turned off. Or like I should have been able to see flickering arcs of electricity pulsing off my skin. I felt euphoria for the first time in my life.

Or maybe I was just high on Maya's lust. My emotions could have been clouding my judgement; my pussy drawing energy away from my brain. Or it could have been true love's first kiss, transcribed from fairy tale and love story into the real world. I couldn't tell at that moment, and I can't even be sure now.

Our murmurs, moans and sighs mingled into one sloppy duet. Breaths were snatched quickly in between lips smacking noisily against each other. I sucked on Maya's tongue hungrily when it invaded my mouth, and tried to swirl my tongue around it at the same time. I wanted her to be a part of me. I felt the urge to throw my arms around her neck and jump up into her arms, wrapping my legs around her and forcing our bodies to be as close as physically possible. But I couldn't bear to take my hands from her waist; to part my skin from hers. As she pushed against me, leaning weight onto me and pinning me securely against the wall at my back, my hands naturally slid around to grab her ass.

Oh my! A woman's ass is glorious! I'd certainly joked around and slapped my girlfriends' butts before, but I'd never gotten a good grope. I'd never wanted to before now. Never had my pulse race as I felt the heft of another woman's ass in my hands. It was nothing like a man's bum, at least not any of the ones I'd felt. My fingers explored the curves of her behind and followed them to the valley of her buttcrack like pilgrims on a holy journey.

Simultaneously, I felt her boobs pushing against my upper chest. I think if we'd have been the same height our tits could have crushed into each other like a corny porno. Which I think I would have loved... I moaned into Maya's mouth as I imagined her bare breasts smooshing against mine. I had a brief jolt of curiosity if this had all been a part of me my entire life, or if I was going through some sort of bi/lesbian awakening. But I had no time to unpack that. My rational mind was playing catch up to both my soaring, liberated imagination, and the impulsive needs and desires of my body.

Despite the major food groups of ass and titties, ass-n-titties, being quite literally thrust against me for the first time, it was Maya's hair that was most memorable and most intimately feminine. Maya's hair cascaded over me as she leaned into me. It tickled against my face and scalp, and made me feel strangely reassured. It was as if her hair brushing against me was a confirmation that I was meant to be here. The light flickered into my eyes as strands of hair fell between us as our heads wrestled from side to side. It's hard to describe the feeling of safety and intimacy I experienced in that moment, parallel to the burning desire and horniness that flooded my body and soul.

Maya broke off our makeout session abruptly. She breathed huskily down to me, "Take it off then."

I hurried to comply, the sultry tone overriding my need to hold onto her firm asscheeks. I pulled the shirt over my head and quickly tossed it onto the floor of her hallway. Before I could blink, she had flicked the straps of my bra over my shoulders, and then pulled the whole thing downwards to rest inverted against my stomach and expose my breasts. I looked up at her with wide eyes, desperate to see her reaction, and still somewhat shocked from the rapidness with which she had done that. She hummed happily and hungrily, and then stopped to take one of my nipples into her mouth. I gasped in surprise. Her suckling mouth was wet and hot, and it was draining all strength from my legs. I felt like I was going to fall to the floor as she kneaded my boob-flesh with her hands and sucked at my sensitive nipple. I grabbed the back of her head and pulled it against me. I was seeing stars. She started flicking her pointed tongue over my hardened nipple, and I swear I nearly came on the spot. A gush of warmth flooded my pussy and I whimpered pathetically.

I must have knocked May's confidence, or confused her with my awkward noises, because she stopped stimulating me into orbit, and lifted my chin between her fingers. I opened eyes that I hadn't realised I'd squeezed shut. Her beautiful, soulful orbs gazed back at me.

"Are you okay? Does this feel good?" she asked me tenderly.

I nodded fervently, trying to express just how much I wanted this, wanted her.

"Yes. Yessss. It feels so good. Please, I want you to... just don't stop. This is so fucking hot. I want this."

She grinned and kissed me deeply once more. My hands were offered upwards in surrender. A swelling heat began to build below my belly. Maya rolled my wet nipple between her fingers, and then kissed down my naked chest to lick the tip of her tongue around my other pink bud. Somehow she had the coordination to do that and also tug at the buttons of my trousers with her other hand. After being thwarted by them for a few fumbling seconds, she just violently pulled out, and popped the buttons clean off the fabric. They pattered onto the floor and her slender hand was flat against my stomach and then my mound. After the initial frustration of her assault, she somehow found patience to tease me with a slow, tickling glide downwards. My breath caught in my throat as her fingertips first made contact with my soaking pussy. Tiny little squeaks of rapture fell out of my mouth. My whole body tensed, waiting for her. As she slid one finger over my clit, and down into my wet crease, I shuddered uncontrollably.

"Ahhhh. Maya... oh my god. That's so good. Ohhh. OH! Wait! I'm gonna cum!" I felt panic. I was so turned on, so exposed to new pleasures and experiences, that I felt the buzzing tingle of my orgasm take me completely by surprise. I had never cum this quickly before in my life. The onrushing sensations of ecstasy were followed by a delicious shame at how quickly I was going off. How easy it was for Maya to force me to cum. She moaned into my breast, and sucked harder as her fingers traced fire into my flesh.

"I'm gonna cum. Oh my god. Fuck. I'm gonna... you're making me cuuuuumm!"

My voice slurred into a wail. She had stroked her finger through my pussy once. Then pushed hard into me, and ground it against me as she dragged it back up. When it hit my clit I had lost all control and started to cum instantly. My vision blurred at the edges. My hips bucked uncontrollably, inadvertently sliding my gushing pussy against her fingers and setting off fresh sparks of overwhelming sensation. Her other hand sank into my breast with a tight, almost painful grip. She steadied me against the wall and held me upright as I orgasmed in numbed shame. She hadn't even taken me to bed, just taken me up against the wall like a slut. I throbbed at the thought.

Record scratch, Baba O'Riley, freeze frame, 'you're probably wondering how I got here' etc. Honestly though, if you don't know how I got here, sexually entangled with a stunning and lascivious beauty named Maya, then just go and read the first part. Duh. But if you want to be caught up on how I ended up specifically here, pinned against the wall of Maya's apartment with her tongue wrapped around mine and her hands pushing down into my pants, it won't take anywhere near as long.

After that first experience watching her getting fucked by Luca, I had been desperate for more. Relentlessly horny, and frustrated that I'd just had the best sexual experience of my life but I hadn't had anyone's hands on me. That masturbatory voyeurism was still a huge turn on, and a unique experience that will stay with me for the rest of my life, but sometimes (always) a girl wants someone else to grab her and fuck her, you know? I needed more.

Maya had visited me at work soon after, and we'd spent a lot of time talking and giggling together. She'd taken me out on my lunch break and we sat in a park and eaten gelato. It was quintessential girl summer, just with extra emphasis on the girl aspect. She had talked freely and openly about how she'd always thought I was attractive, both physically and personality wise, but hadn't said anything because she had gotten strong vibes that I wasn't into girls. Which had been very funny to hear, because it meant that Maya had been into me from the beginning, just like I had been into her. Except she was fucking Maya, a 10 out of 10, stone cold stunner, elegant beautiful dazzling supermodel. And I'm not a wizard, I'm just Harry. (Dumb reference, please don't think my name is actually Harry, yikes!) Her confession was also hilarious because she had flirted with me from the very first moment I met her, so the words 'not saying anything' clearly meant something entirely different to her.

In return I told her how gorgeous she was, how much I loved her visits and her company, and how intensely erotic it had been to watch her have sex. We both happily agreed that that evening had been incredible, and I had tentatively asked if she wanted to do it again sometime. She just licked her ice cream thoughtfully and stared at me. After some consideration, she agreed that I could watch her get fucked again soon, and that this time I should "get more involved". My eyes probably made cartoon 'awooga' impressions, but I tried to bluff that I was cool with that, whatever it actually meant. Then she suggested that we meet at her place first, to "take things slow, and make sure you're happy with everything, babe." She almost seemed nervous that she might scare me off, despite how infatuated I was with her. Either she was a touch neurotic herself, or I was much better at hiding how completely enthralled I was. Or maybe she was just considerate. But I cherished that she wanted to ease me into this, and make sure I was comfortable. It flashed a little bolt of genuine love through my brain. But that was silly, and not true. Probably.

I told her that I would love to meet and talk things through, and she gave me her address and told me to come straight over after work. I did so, and that's where this story started, with me ringing her dingdonger, and shortly thereafter leaning against her hallway having just orgasmed onto her hand. So we were definitely succeeding at 'taking things slow'...

Maya held me as I recovered, stroking my hair tenderly and gently kissing my neck, cheek and nose. As she did so, her hands unclasped my bra and let it fall to the floor. Next, she crouched down and helped me wriggle out of my shoes and socks, and then pulled my pants and knickers down. I stepped out of them and I was completely naked before her. She straightened up slowly, running her hands up my entire body as she did. She lingered over my shaven mound, stroking and exploring me teasingly. She kissed my stomach and the underside of my breasts before standing up straight.

"You're beautiful," she said simply, and smiled down at me.

I nearly cried. I doubt she knew just what it meant to hear her say that. "Thank you," I whispered.

"Come on."

She took my hand and led me, naked, through her apartment. There were some rooms and also presumably some doors. I was curious about what her place would look like, but she was wearing a thong and I was still coming down from a powerful orgasm, and really who cares about decor when you know that something magical is about to happen, and there's a sexy woman's ass swaying in front of you. It was all happening so fast, and yet I was still desperate to find out what would happen next. Maybe her little catchphrase was some sort of spell, because it rang in my head like a prayer. After a few paces I felt my juices start to dribble down my bare thighs.

She pushed open one final door and there was a bed. Excellent. Her room was bright, sunlight streaming through a large window overlooking the street. Various shades of candles were scattered around the room. Wooden furniture painted in bright colours. Dog eared books piled up on her nightstand. The air smelled of tulips and the seaside. It wasn't at all what I was expecting. It had charm without obvious style, and I suppose that's what seemed so at odds with my expectations. I had always thought of Maya as the coolest, most sophisticated woman I knew. My mistake was thinking that that somehow disqualified her from also being someone with humble comforts and a penchant for cosiness.

Maya let go of my hand and spread her arms wide.

"So this is my room, where the magic happens. Sorry it's a bit messy."

I nodded and took a last sweeping look around. I was very keen to take a look around, my curiosity provoked by the fairly jumbled arrangement of items and furniture. There were so many intriguing things nestled away amongst her belongings. But I didn't really have the time to ask about her favourite childhood toy. I wasn't here to gossip or learn more about Maya's skincare routine. I was here to fuck.

Unashamed of my nakedness, I walked up to her and cupped one of her boobs through her t-shirt. It was warm and squishy in my hand but the sheer weight of it was what blew my mind. How could anyone have such huge melons sticking out from their chest all day!? How did she walk? She wasn't wearing anything underneath the t-shirt. I squeezed, gently at first. Then I tried to heft them both in my hands. It should have been a cheeky little pantomime, maybe even comical, but I couldn't get over my awe and jealousy. I must have been gawping at her like a rube. Or a mouse that's just discovered more cheese than it can stiff into its mouth.

"Are you having fun babe?" she asked bemusedly. I realised that she had been waiting for me to snap out of my titty day dream. She was still smiling, but I didn't want to risk spoiling the mood further.

"Yes. I mean no. This needs to come off."

She let me run my hands up and down her soft skin under the pretence of lifting up her t-shirt. Her entire body was curves and slopes, nothing flat or overtly muscled. I couldn't get enough of gliding my palms over and around her. Just getting to feel her up was sending shivers down my spine, I didn't know if I could handle anything more intimate. But I know I wanted it.

Eventually I pulled the t-shirt as high as I could, and Maya graciously stooped slightly so that I could get it over her head. I hated being short! It was like I had to wait for permission to do anything. Then I found myself with Maya's bare breasts before me. Her areolae were deep dark brown, her nipples were surprisingly small in person, but the most notable feature was that they were mine to play with. I know that they felt amazing, but seeing them presented to me in her boudoir, I started to crave putting my mouth on them. I think that was the very first time I'd thought about sucking or licking another woman's boobs, at least seriously. I don't really know why. But now I was salivating at the prospect. Even though I'd just been grabbing at them like a horny teenager, and even after all we'd done together, I was still very hesitant to actually put my lips to her boobs. I flicked my eyes up to hers.

Maya had a fierce look on her face that made me pause. I think it was more frustration than annoyance, but it was hard to tell. But she remained still, reaching out to stroke my arm reassuringly, but otherwise letting me make all the moves and take my time. Knowing Maya like I did, I knew that it must be taking all her willpower not to take control. Her consideration made me very touched, but it also urged me onwards.