Jacqueline began closing the door to her apartment when a strong hand stopped it. Josh her longtime best friend walked through the door, with a bag from their favorite Tai restaurant Wakki. He began telling her a story about what happened at the gym that morning, and all she could do was examine the spectacular outcome of those hours he put in at the gym.
The muscles in his arms where visibly moving beneath the perfectly pressed button-down that he had on. It stretched nicely across his back, just tight enough to see the vague outline of his back and shoulder muscles. The pale green complemented his tan skin and the green flecks in his hazel eyes.
"Damn it," he was looking at the mess he had made while trying to make Jacqui a plate, he had Mongolian beef all over the ground. He was watching her deep in thought; lately she seemed sort of distant. It drove him crazy because from the first day they met in college they had been inseparable. He was two years ahead of her, and after graduation served in the army for 3 years. So they moved to New York at the same time and began their lives together. Almost like a couple except they didn't live together but for the first month, and they didn't have sex.
'Ahh Sex,' he thought, it had been a while for him. Josh looked down to see her on her hands and knees right in front of him cleaning up the mess, her 32DD boobs jiggling as she wiped the ground. He tried to keep his head clear of her body in the perfect position for him to take her thin yet curvy body. She was somewhere between a Victoria's secret model and Kim Kardashian, and his mind was falling into the gutter.
"Sorry," he mumbled as he went to the front closet of her studio, and grabbed one of his t-shirts, they each had a section in the other's closet.
Jacqui looked up at him unbuttoning then removing his shirt. His large and toned chest, nearly made her heart stop. She quickly turned away and pushed his body to the back of her mind.
That night while Jacqueline lay in her bed thinking about Josh's mouth, and all the dirty things he said to her all the time, she scolded herself for once again feeling this way about her best friend.
After dinner, Josh decided that a hook up would help him to stop fantasizing about his best friend. So two hours later, he was in the shower with this girl who worked at the closest Starbucks. Her long blond hair was wrapped around his fist while he pounded into her from behind. Her hair was long and soft, but it wasn't as much fun to play with as Jacqui's thick tightly waved hair. He turned her around so she was facing the back wall, spread her legs apart farther, then shoved himself back into her while gripping onto her tit for dear life. She was screaming, her pussy contracting around his length, but he couldn't help but have an image of Jacqui in his mind. He remembered the day they took a yoga class together, and the way her face looked when he smacked her butt while she was in downward dog. Her ass had looked to perfectly round and bubbly for him not to. For the rest of yoga, he imagined moving the tiny thong he could see through her yoga pants to the side, and spreading her lips apart. He would lick from her clit to her asshole, then quickly run his tongue back down. Slowly he would start to tongue fuck her, her juices would run down her thighs, and he would suck on her clit, rolling it between his lips. Then she would scream his name, he wanted to hear his name on her lips, her beautiful lips.
Later when they were at his apartment, she showed him the pink handprint she still had on her left ass cheek an hour later.
