I'd been trying to get with Stacey for many years. For various reasons, there always seemed to be one or more roadblocks. Either she was in a relationship, or I was, or one of us had travelled to far away places. Regardless of the reasons it had only served to heighten my desires. At present, neither of us were in committed relationships. Distance was not currently an impediment and to my way of thinking, the timing should be perfect.
Our friendship went back to the beginning of college when we first met. At the time, I was casually dating a woman who lived in the same residence as Stacey. The three of us played on an intramural volleyball team together which meant that Tuesday nights ended at the campus pub. Unfortunately, Stacey and my then-date had become quite close. Though my relationship with her friend had fizzled over the semester and I was technically available, some 'girl code' meant that I was effectively off-limits to Stacey despite us both being otherwise free to tangle. All of this despite a mutual attraction and enough flirting to make me feel as though the two of us could make some great fireworks together.
As the years passed, Stacey and I kept in touch. When in the same city we would make a point to go out for lunch or drinks at a pub. All the while, we also maintained a sporadic online connection which had progressed to sexting which quite often led to incredible mutual masturbation sessions on video calls. Even still, and despite a now unquenchable desire to have her in the flesh, I just couldn't seem to find the timing or the situation to 'close the deal'. What made this particularly frustrating is that my most recent move up the corporate ladder found me residing in Stacey's hometown where she had long ago returned to start her career.
It had come to the point where I was determined to confront Stacey with my true desires. It started while texting one lonely late Thursday night. Stacey wasn't currently in a committed relationship and had repeatedly described the frustrations of being constantly wet and horny without an on demand cock that was ever-present to satisfy her needs. This was typical of our level of sharing. Over the years, our trust in one another had led to sharing and disclosing our every fantasy and desire as well as the most intimate of details about our respective sexual conquests. It had become quite routine to find each of us texting the other after the latest sexual conquest and sharing a play-by-play of the action for the other's vicarious pleasure.
When Stacey's 'video request' popped up on the screen that night I was immediately piqued at the possibilities. I had texted her earlier and knew that she was meeting a friend for a pint of beer. I wondered if she was about to describe her latest sexual escapade to fuel my masturbatory thoughts or perhaps it would just be another 'silent session' as we often enjoyed. No sound, no talking or requests -- just a shared visual as we pleasured ourselves while watching the other. The easy move would have been to go with the flow and guarantee a fantastic wank to close out the night. It was tempting to add yet another session to the memory banks but I had reached a point that I felt it was time to make my pitch for a real hook-up even if it scuttled the night's sure to be, mutual orgasm fest.
It wasn't a hard 'no' in the traditional sense but it certainly wasn't a yes either. Stacey confirmed the sexual tension between us and the mutual attraction that should normally lead to a real life, in the flesh hookup. The two of us had literally spent years flirting and talking about being together sometime. But from Stacey's perspective, it was the many close years between us that made her less willing to try it for real.
"Listen, you know I'm incredibly attracted to you and I have no doubt that we could be fantastic together. I've thought about it just as much as you have. We have a great deal in common and have come to know each others' kinks and desires in a way that most couples will never realize. Whenever we have played online, I've had some of the best orgasms of my life. And, as you probably can imagine, you have been my 'goto' inspiration whenever I need a good solo moment with a guaranteed body-shaking orgasm."
I listened to all this and just couldn't figure out how it was not leading to an invitation to head over to her place and fuck each other to exhaustion. We had seen every inch of each other's bodies. We knew the most intimate details about each others' fantasies and sexual experiences. Stacey had confirmed the mutuality of our sexual interest and desire and yet she still seemed to be heading toward 'no'.
"It's not that I don't want to and certainly not that I haven't fantasized about it with my fingers or toys at least once a week since that first time we met. But that's just the point. Over the years we have each had dates and lovers who have come and gone. We have been the constant for each other and no matter the strength of my desire to try it for real, I couldn't stand to lose the very strong connection we do have. I've thought about it in such detail that I sometimes wake up in the morning and wonder if it really happened. My worry is that I've built it up to be so big that actually following through would have to be a let-down regardless of whether it turned out to be the best sex I have ever had. More precious to me, is the fantasy connection we have and no matter what else changes in life I couldn't bear the thought of not having my relationship to you as it has always been."
That I agreed with or at least understood Stacey's logic did little to quench my thirst for consummating our relationship. A younger version of myself might not have given up so easily but I too, very much valued the odd relationship we did have. If preserving it meant being denied the real thing, then I would just have to make do and enjoy the benefits that were far too precious to throw away even for a great fuck. Stacey could obviously sense my emotions and was quick to add in that it was worth future discussions.
As I looked back to the screen I noticed that Stacey was now completely naked. No matter how many times I have viewed her sexual body it never got tired. I had memorized the curve of her small breasts and the perky nipples that always stood proud and erect. She was laying back with her smoothly shaved lips now full and open. Her clitoris was noticeably rigid and the small triangle of tawny curls looked neatly trimmed as usual.
"Lets see if a bit of play will put some cheer into our conversation!"
Her 'no' was obviously a disappointment but not one that could soften my erection. As Stacey's camera panned out for a wider view I was able to see the context of her new woodworking project. She had refinished a traditional cedar chest that lived at the foot of her bed. Inside, were the many toys and objects I had given to her and others she had collected or been gifted over the years. Just seeing her immense collection of private play things caused my balls to contract. Precum had already begun to leak down my shaft and I had yet to even touch myself.
"Why don't you pick how I pleasure myself tonight and I will share whatever story will get you off?"
