This is my first story ever. Comments and criticisms would be appreciated. I hope you enjoy it.
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Herc and I had been best friends for years; we flirted off and on, and sure, I lusted after him a bit, but nothing would ever come of it. Like I said, we were best friends, that's a line you just don't cross.
Both of us were big cinema fans, so getting together about once a month for a movie was nothing new. Since this wasn't a romantic thing I didn't feel the need to dress up. I wore a pair of thin, loose fitting, black sweats and a white tank top. I pulled my long, auburn hair up into a loose bun. I glanced in the mirror anyway, wondering if I looked presentable. The top was flattering; it stopped just short of my navel showing off my belly ring. The sweats hung a little lower than I would have liked; you could see the top of my panties. I tugged my sweats up a bit and tied them in place.
It was my turn to pick the movie and Herc's turn to bring the wine. I had decided on Pitch Black, starring Vin Diesel, and Herc showed up about a quarter past eight.
He wore a red flannel over a gray tank top and jeans. His tattoos peeked out from the collar of his tank top and the sleeves of his flannel were rolled up, showing off his muscular forearms. I knew that under that flannel he had tribal half sleeves that ran up both arms to just his collar bone. His blond hair was gelled up into a faux hawk, drawing attention to the gauges in his ears. He caught me staring and gave me a smile that could have been for a Colgate commercial, if it hadn't been tinged with something less than innocent.
Like I said earlier, I lusted after him but I would never do anything. Oh, sure, it was lots of fun toeing the line ever so often; but one should never cross that line if they wanted to stay friends. I invited him in and we shared a brief hug. As I walked ahead of him to the couch, I turned and caught his gaze traveling down my body, pausing at the bare expanse of skin at my hips. I blushed and hiked my sweats up a bit more, I heard him chuckle behind me.
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We had a quarter of a bottle of wine left between us and were near the end of the movie where Reddick pulls that woman underneath him by her hips... I'd have been lying if I said I hadn't soaked my lacey, black panties or that my size 36C breasts hadn't been aching for attention. The fact that I had no bra on and the fabric was rubbing against my erect nipples didn't help any...
While my attention had been on the screen, Herc's attention had been on me. "So, is it the man handling or Vin Diesel that has you so turned on right now?" He asked me.
Normally, I'd have turned three shades of red and ignored him; but thanks to the wine, I met Herc's eyes and said boldly, "The man handling. I would love for a man to grab my hips like that. For him to make me feel like a woman and show me he's in control."
A look crossed his face that had never been there before: pure, unadulterated lust. Before I knew what was happening, Herc had me pinned to the couch. My writs held immobile over my head, our bodies touching from the hips down, and only a breath of space between our lips. I was completely stunned. "What the hell are you doing?!" I asked.
"Giving you what you wanted. I'm taking control. Tell me you don't want this and I'll get off of you." He replied. I looked him in the eyes, trying to see if he was joking; besides being slightly bleary from the wine, his eyes were completely serious. I felt my heart start to pound in my chest.
I couldn't deny I was turned on, I was wet and my body ached for him but I couldn't cross that line with him. I wanted to say yes, but instead I said, "I don't want this; we're both a little tipsy and we're best friends. Best friends don't sleep together." I started to sit up, but Herc didn't budge.