As Faye laid down on the plush ivory carpet, she sprawled out, realizing that she'd been listening to her friend play his guitar for hours.
It was already midnight.
He was happy to play every song she named, and let her listen as he never missed a note. She noticed he made it look so easy.
She brushed her long, dark brown hair back and rolled over.
Ian admired her shapely ass in her cutoff jean shorts, as she stretched and rolled around on his floor.
He had been laid back on his bed and she was now crawling up to the edge.
She reached for him, "Pull me up."
He obliged and helped her up.
Putting down his guitar, he looked into her gorgeous green eyes and said, "Had enough of the carpet?"
A mutual friend of theirs had started a rumors a few weeks ago that Faye was a lesbian, just to try to get some reactions out of her... so in response to his question, she answered, "oh, you know me... in love with munching carpet!" As she said her remark, she put up two fingers flicking her tounge wildly in between, simulating the graphic international sign for eating pussy.
As they both laughed, Ian suddenly felt taken hold of how her tongue looked as it wagged around, licking the air. He always felt aroused after he played music and her sexy breasts were perky under her white tank top.
Nothing ever happened between them, in all these years of friendship. Instead of wondering why, he impulsively pulled her closer and gently touched her round breast with a light graze. He watched her reaction very carefully. Ian wasn't the best poker player in town for no reason - he had a real knack for reading human reaction. When her face was more surprised and not angry, Ian said simply, "Open your legs up."
Her green eyes met his blue eyes. There was a long pause. After stillness, silence, and feeling like he had waited an eternity, he simply raised one eyebrow.
"What?" She was sure she didn't hear him correctly.
"Open", he placed one hand on one of her knees, "Your," he placed his other hand on her other knee," "Legs...."
She noticed how demanding he was and how she felt so turned on. He had a chiseled jaw and a perfect face. Things had never gone in this direction and she was feeling some sweat on her brow.
Slowly, she started to open her toned legs on his bed, with his fingers gently encouraging her to reveal herself to him. Both of their faces studied one another.
She swallowed hard and though their lips had never met and he'd never shown the slightest inkling of flirtation.... he dove straight down to her crotch with his face.
His hands firmly began pushing her legs out wide and his tongue landed on her jean hem and working his way around, she felt increased pressure. His tongue was like a magic wand... pushing her denim and making the seam in her groin go inside her hot, hungry, wet pussy, then retreating to the side of the short shorts to slide up and search for the wetness.
Ian knew he could just take her now. Instead, he took his time, drawing little circles on her inner thigh with his fingers then his tongue.
As he again pushed her pussy forcing the shorts into her with his tongue, she felt like she was being fucked by his tongue and her own shorts.
"Ohhhh! Oh WOW! Ah ah AHH!"
She began to respond more and more wildly, her hips bucking like a jackrabbit mating.
Ian smiled and held one of her legs firm on the bed and began to slap her pussy through her shorts with matching her impossible rhythm.
Ian felt his cock growing and his pants got tight.
Ian reached up and gripped her breasts firmly and planted the heaviest, most passionate kiss on her lips that she had ever felt. A moment later, he was taking off his pants.
"Suck me, I need you to suck me please." Faye looked at Ian's cock, which she'd never seen before. It was a standard six inches but the thickeness and girth was almost the size of her wrist. Amazed he was so wide, she reached for him, she wanted to touch him. After a few strokes she was slowly inching him towards her mouth, almost in a daze considering if he was going to hurt in her pussy.
He groaned with anticipated "Ummph!" sound as he pushed in her mouth, before she took him. It was a surprise he wouldn't wait to let her stare.
She felt so in control of the man she had forever been attracted to. His sensation and pleasure was coming from her mouth.
As her tongue went up and down his length, he shouted, "yeah!"
Grabbing her hair, he said, "take my cock, please!"
