This is part 8 of this series. It will only make sense if you have read parts 1 through 7 first. Otherwise, you won't know who any of the characters are, or what the hell is going on...
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5 days later...
Friday had rolled around again, and I was sitting on my sofa, waiting for Aly, who was on her way. I was tingling with anticipation. I always tingle when I think of her but it was especially intense. I hadn't seen her since we exchanged those three little words, because I had got up and left for work on Monday morning while she was still sleeping. We had spoken of course, but I hadn't had the opportunity to hold her in my arms and kiss her. I know, it's just three words and shouldn't matter, but it does. Well, it does to people who are sincere, and we both are.
I had been extraordinarily horny all week and had masturbated every evening, which is unusual, even for me. Editing and uploading Viv's super-hot videos hadn't helped - or it had helped tremendously, depending on your point of view -- and that shocked me, in a way. It seemed a bit weird to get so turned on by looking at videos of my best friend of almost 7 years wanking off shamelessly for the camera. I had never even really thought about how she looked naked, let alone the most vivid intimate details of her body, but now I found myself incredibly turned on by watching her playing with her labia, rubbing her clit or fucking her dripping pussy with her fingers. I was thrilled by the illusion of her sitting on my face when she squatted over the camera, and I had a very wet squirting orgasm, right there on my desk chair. It's a good job it's made of easy-clean plastic.
After the first time, I felt guilt, almost shame. She's my friend. Our relationship is, or was, purely platonic, and besides, I had a girlfriend. A wonderful, beautiful girlfriend who loved me. Wanking off over videos of my best friend just seemed wrong and shameful.
And yet, the following evening I couldn't resist, and I opened the laptop and slipped off my knickers again, working myself up to an intense creamy orgasm as Viv did the same on the screen, but it got even worse. The next night, I was in mid wank when Aly called me, and I didn't even stop! I had a perfectly normal conversation with my girlfriend while Viv's pussy on the screen -- and my own on the chair -- were on hold. Then, after I'd said goodnight to Aly, I carried on to a screaming climax. It was weird, but very intense.
The strange thing was, this was not a new attraction to Viv I was experiencing. I didn't suddenly fancy the pants off her. The real Viv, my best friend Viv, was still the same person, and I still thought of her the same way as before, as just a close friend. My attraction to Aly, and my love for her, was undiminished, but those videos... Oh my holy fuck did they push my buttons. I wondered if the fact that it was Viv performing was purely incidental, or if the "wank party" we'd had the previous Sunday was in some way significant. It was a question I couldn't answer. I only knew the videos made me astonishingly horny in a way porn never had before.
Aly had her own key now, and my heart jumped as I heard her letting herself in. I ran to her, and clinched her in a tight squeeze. 'Ooo, nice welcome, but at least let me put my bag down.' I released her momentarily, so she could drop it on the floor, then embraced her again. I didn't kiss her, I just buried my face in the side of her slender, scented neck and held her tight for long, long moments, making her ask 'Are you OK babe?'
I kissed her neck. 'Yes, fine, I've just missed you.'
'It's only been five days... I'm going to tell you I love you more often if this is the effect,' she chuckled.
'Yes please '
'Crack a bottle of red open Shona, I'm gagging.'
We sat sipping wine and watching a silly romantic film on the telly. I looked at her, the lovely contours of her face illuminated and enhanced by the light from the TV, and I wondered if I should tell her about my strange sexual experiences over the last few days. I tend to suffer from a thing I call kamikaze honesty, not as in wanting to use the truth to hurt someone, but just being suicidally honest. I wanted to confess, to come clean, but I couldn't. It was just too weird a thing to admit to, even more than if I'd been wanking off over some random strange woman. The risk was too high. The risk that it would be hurtful to her, and the risk that I would be tarnished in her eyes. I couldn't bear that. In the end, I settled for half the truth. 'I have a confession, Aly.' She looked at me quizzically. 'I've been so horny this week, I've got myself off every night. It's just been intense.'
'Every night?' she asked, eyes wide. I nodded and looked down embarrassedly. 'Wow, randy girl! I hope it's me that's had that effect on you.
'Of course,' I said, being economical with the truth. It wasn't a full confession, but it was a partial one, and it wasn't an UNTRUE statement that Aly was the cause of me feeling this way. I was sure she WAS the reason. Viv's videos were just a vent for my overflowing libido.
'Well, I'VE been very good. I'VE been saving myself...' she said, in a mock huffy voice.
We went back to quietly half-watching the film... and thinking. I noticed Aly occasionally glanced at me with a cheeky smirk on her face.
When the film finished, and acting on what she'd told me -- that she was thrilled when I invited her to bed -- I leaned over and whispered 'Take me to bed, Aly. I want you to fuck me.'
Her eyes shone as she took my hand and led me to the bedroom, and I sat on the bed, still in my after-work comfies as she gave me a thrilling strip show. Actually, she just got undressed, but that's always thrilling to me. I stripped off the sweatshirt and stretchy slacks I had on, leaving me in just my bra and panties, then I lay back on the bed and just said 'Take me Aly, I'm all yours.'