I guess Evan and I would be called "friends with benefits." We had known each other for years, since 9th grade of high school. We met through a mutual friend, dated for less than a week, but kept in touch when we broke up. Our paths did not cross too often though. For the next 5 years, we periodically ran into each other, and every time we did, sparks would fly and we would end up in the back seat of my car, wishing we had somewhere more comfortable to go.
The last time I saw him was a couple of months ago. We ran into each other at a party that was thrown by someone we both knew from school. We hung out for most of the night, stole a few kisses in a corner, and he coyly asked him for a ride home.
On the way home, we kidded around about possibly hitting up some local clubs. But we both knew that we were going to create our own party. I had recently moved out of my parents' house into an apartment near my college with a friend, and for the first time we had a place to go. His hand casually rested on my thigh the whole way home.
Once at my apartment, we danced around the subject. We smoked a few cigarettes together on the couch and put on soft music. Streaks of morning blue were appearing on the dark sky, but the night was far from over.
Finally, Evan put out his cigarette, and began kissing me, forcing me back onto the couch, his large, strong hands playing all over my body, up my tank top, over my jeans-covered crotch. I caught my breath as my head fell back onto the cushions. I wanted him so badly.
Somehow I found the willpower to stop him, grab his hand and drag him into my bedroom. The second I shut the door he grabbed me by the waist and ground my body against his. Evan is a tall, muscular, well-built black guy with messy dreadlocks and a permanent sexy glance in his eyes. I am pretty tall too, with long dark hair and an "hourglass figure:" big breasts and lots of curves.
I could feel that he was getting hard, his cock was pressing against my stomach. We were both hurriedly shedding our clothes. He threw me down on my bed, diving in next to me and weighing me down. He was strong and knew how to take charge and what buttons to push. That night especially, I saw just how much Evan had changed from the awkward 15-year-old of 5 years ago.
He slid up next to me, his mouth covering mine and sending shivers down my spine with his deep, rough kisses. One of his hands was around my shoulders, lifting my head up to his, and the other had free unlimited access to my naked body. He roamed across my breasts, teasing and pulling on the nipples, and inching towards my pussy. When he got there, I arched my back and probed his mouth aggressively with my tongue, urging him to go on.