"We're almost there," she said, looking across at the passenger seat where he sat almost as excited as she was. When she had picked him up at the airport 20 minutes before, she could barely stand still and was practically hopping from one leg to the other in a manner unbefitting an almost 26 year old. It had been over a year since she had last seen her best friend, since the move that placed them on different continents, 3000 miles from each other. Though the phone calls were numerous and lengthy, it was amazing to see him again.
As Amir had emerged from arrivals with a huge grin on his face, an enormous backpack (which she hoped was filled with gifts for her) and his arms outstretched for an all encompassing hug, she could not help but notice that he had filled out nicely in all the right places. Gone were the final traces of tummy fat that she remembered. Before her had stood a well muscled, dark haired, dark eyed hunk! His chest, arms and back never before noticeable now showed clear signs of long hours at the gym. As they embraced, she wrapped her arms tightly around him; her head nestled under his chin and was shocked to discover rock hard abs pressed up against her stomach. She had tried desperately to hide the gasp that tried to escape her lips though it was impossible to ignore the sudden throb of longing below her waist and the equally sudden hardening of her nipples.
"My goodness," she thought. " My buddy went and got all hot on me."
As she had struggled to regain her composure, he had released her gently and planted a huge kiss on her cheek.
"That's new too," she mused.
Casual kissing had never entered into their friendship. Nor, come to think of it had hugging. Amir's strict Indian upbringing frowned on intimate contact of any kind outside of marriage. So while the pair was as close as two friends could be they had never so much as held hands during a crisis or hugged goodbye. Some people may have found this strange but it worked for them.
"So are you happy to see me?" Amir asked awakening her from her reverie.
She skillfully negotiated a sharp bend in the road before answering.
"Of course hon, and you look wonderful, did I tell you?"
"Only a zillion times on the walk to the car," he laughed. "You look pretty wonderful yourself, you know that?"
He cast an appreciative, appraising eye over to her again taking in her new layered haircut and impeccably tailored pants suit. Zara was never what anyone would call slim but with her high, firm 36C breasts, tapered waist and curvy hips and butt all atop one of the finest pairs of legs known to man, she was more than capable of turning male heads wherever she went. The carefully chosen outfit clearly highlighted her best features with a tight, low cut, cleavage bearing V-necked top and low riding pants fitted snugly across her ample hips yet accentuating her small waist.
As she drove, Zara could feel Amir's gaze on her every move and she felt herself flush hotly as she realized she was more turned on her best friend than she had been by any boyfriend in her life. The hair on her arms literally stood on end as she began to imagine not only his eyes crawling over her but his hands also touching her, feeling her, discovering her inch by inch. It hit her like a ton of bricks that she longed suddenly to do the same to him. As she shifted her right leg from the accelerator to brake at a red light, Zara was aware that her clitoris was rock hard, almost painfully but arousingly rubbing on the crotch of her barely there panties, creating a wetness of her pussy that rivaled Niagara Falls.
Taking advantage of the fact that the car had stopped Amir reached over and placed his hand on her thigh making her jump. He inched his long, strong fingers over and positioned them mere millimeters from her crotch feeling the warmth emanating from it. Her breathing quickened, as she licked her lips .She wanted him ,bad, here and now.
"I know," he said, reading her mind. "I feel it too. Why did you have to be so hot and sexy?'
"You think I'm sexy?"
"I can't take my eyes off you...you ...move me," he finished, grinning sheepishly and glancing toward his lap where a raging erection had taken up residence. The buttons on the fly of his jeans were straining as what appeared to be a monster cock struggled to escape.
"Oh my God," Zara said. "Is all that for me?"
She lightly ran the index finger of her left hand along the bulge. They locked eyes; a smoldering stare was exchanged, naked lust palpable and undeniable. Amir shuddered and a low moan escaped his lips. He grabbed her hand with his and pushed it harder into his crotch roughly moving it up and down with an intensity that shocked her. She had never seen her friend in this light, never before acknowledged him as a sexual being far less as a being that she wanted, no needed to fuck.
The loud and persistent honking of car horns behind them literally was the only thing that prevented Zara from whipping out his dick and sucking him off right on the spot.
"Okay then," she giggled; "I still need to drive us home."
"Hurry!"
"Oh, I will."
Zara had never driven so fast in her entire life. After a frenetic drive home that would have raised the eyebrows of any traffic police in the area, she finally indicated and pulled into the long driveway leading up to her brand new bungalow.