From Best Friends To Lovers 1

"Are you sure you know where you're going?"

James and his best friend, Lakyrra, were on their way to a kegger. They'd grown up together, wound up at the same college - Varden University - and now they were both going to their first college party together. The two 18-year-olds knew one thing for certain—there would be enough alcohol there to fill an Olympic-sized pool.

James frowned and turned his SUV left at the intersection.

"So...I'll take that as a 'no,'" Lakyrra smirked. Soon she was smiling at him. They were hopelessly lost and yet instead of getting pissed off about it, she was just smiling at him.

James started grinning like an idiot.

"What?" The girl's eyebrows went up.

"Nothing, it's just..."

"Yes...?" Lakyrra's eyes narrowed. "Don't make me tickle it out of you."

"I just love how you don't let stuff upset you. You just go with it. You're my adaptable little sidekick," he teased.

"I am not little!"

James chuckled at this. Compared to his 6'2 figure, she certainly wasn't big. Lakyrra was slender, maybe 5'2, with compact yet generous bubble-shaped breasts and a well-toned body. The girl's silky hair was rough but shiny as it swept down to the middle of her back. Her skin was the lightest shade of mahogany and accented her vivid, fudge-brown eyes. When those eyes were begging for him to do something, James found it very hard to say no.

"Hey, stop tickling me," he laughed. "Ok, ok, I'm sorry for calling you little, just stop! Hey, I'm driving here. You want me to run into someone?"

Lakyrra made a gesture at the country road surrounded by nothing but cornfields, hills, and forests. Not a soul to be seen or heard. "Hit someone. You're kidding, right?" She shook her head. "Why did our parents have to send us to a college that is literally in the middle of nowhere?"

Before he could really think about it, James reached out his hand and took Lakyrra's in a firm grasp, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "Because the scholarships made it free. Duh. Besides, it's not as bad as all that."

"Oh? Isn't it?"

James looked Lakyrra up and down. For all she liked to pout, Lakyrra was versatile and courageous in her own way. In fact, that's what he loved about her. Like right now. They were lost in the middle of nowhere, and she was just rolling with the punches. That was just who Lakyrra was. No matter where they went, whatever happened, it was just the two of them against the world—had been ever since they were in 3rd grade together. In that one respect, not much had changed...except there was one thing which had...and in the biggest way.

"Hello? You there? Stop spacing out on me," Lakyrra said. She snapped her fingers near James' face.

"Sorry, just thinking."

The truth was, ever since last year James had started to feel something for Lakyrra...and it was a hell of a lot more than just the affection between close childhood friends. He hadn't yet found that opening to ask her the question that was burning inside of him. He thought she was starting to feel the same way though. Lately they'd been flirting a lot more. Maybe 'flirting' wasn't the right term, but James didn't know what to call it. What did you call it when your 'friend' came over to your dorm room late at night and the two of you got into a wrestling match in your underwear, then almost ended up kissing each other before said friend awkwardly said she had to go?

The sound of a siren interrupted James' thoughts. He and Lakyrra glanced back to see a police cruiser, of all things, riding their bumper.

"Was I speeding? Oh crap."

"Calm down, James. It'll be fine. We weren't doing anything wrong," Lakyrra reassured.

Three minutes later, James had pulled over to the side of the country road. A police officer got out and walked up to James' window. He looked at the two teenagers for a long while before gesturing at the two.

"Sir, Ma'am, I'm going to need you two to exit the vehicle and come with me."

"What? Officer, what's the problem? I haven't done anything," James protested.

"I'm Officer Drummond and this is Officer Hernandez." Lakyrra and James glanced back, startled to see a second officer had snuck up on the other side of the vehicle.

"Look what I found," Hernandez said. He lifted up a small baggie with a white substance and an open bottle of vodka. "In plain sight in the backseat of the vehicle. Looks like we'll have to book these two and throw them in lock-up. What a shame."

"Those aren't mine!" James cried. "What the hell's going on here?"

Officer Drummond leaned against the open window. His eyes were shielded with sunglasses, so James and Lakyrra couldn't see them. It added to the chilling effect of his next words.

"Listen, boy. You and your girl are going to do exactly what we say...unless you want us to take you back to town for booking. You feel like getting arrested today?"

"N-no," James sputtered. "Of course not. You can't do this, though. This is wrong! We haven't done anything! You just can't...you can't do this!"

"Clearly we can," Hernandez chimed in, leaning at the open window on the other side of the vehicle. His eyes veered toward Lakyrra. He was clearly undressing her in his mind, the way he leered at her. It sent a chill down James' spine as outrage surged in his chest.

"Look, this is illegal, what you're doing. You won't get away with it!" he warned.

Drummond just tapped his fingers on the window. "You let us worry about that, boy. Right now we have two respectable men of the law and two young teenage lawbreakers. Who do you think anyone's going to believe? Hmm?"

Lakyrra and James exchanged a look of panic. Lakyrra leaned forward so she could look directly at Drummond.

"Wh-what do you want us to do?"

"First, hand us your licenses. Then get out of the car." Lakyrra and James reluctantly obeyed. They kept exchanging looks. James took Lakyrra's hand and squeezed it to try to comfort her. Oh god...His heart was pounding now. What were these two psychos going to do next?

Hernandez and Drummond led the couple to the back of the SUV.

"Lakyrra Jordan and James Krayle. Both 18. Ah, college students, right? You wouldn't be heading to an underage drinking party near here, would you?"

James and Lakyrra pretended like they had no idea what he was talking about. Officer Drummond chuckled.

"You two make an awful pair of liars, you know that?" He glanced at his partner, Hernandez. Hernandez was a tough-looking guy with a beard, and built like a bear. "What do you think, partner? Do these two deserve punishing?"

Hernandez nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah. Let's get down to business."

Drummond pulled his weapon and pointed it at the two teens.

"You're coming with us."

James and Lakyrra looked like they wanted to bolt, but then they looked at the gun in the man's hand. Although they were pretty sure the officer was bluffing, they couldn't be sure...and that's what made them decide to obey. Officer Drummond blindfolded them and led them through a wooded area to a small cabin hidden by a thick line of trees. To the two teens, the forced march seemed to take forever, and by the time they got there both were disoriented. Drummond unlocked the front door and took off their blindfolds. The cabin was basically one big room with an open concept kitchen, a rickety bed in the center. Drummond gestured toward the bed. No one came here often...the place smelled of neglect.

"Have a seat." Drummond gestured toward the bed with his handgun. Lakyrra and James sat down.

"Look, we're sorry we lied," Lakyrra said. "We were heading to the kegger, okay, we admit it! Now please will you just let us go?"

Drummond was about 50, with hard, slate-gray eyes and a stoic face. He knelt near the couple on the bed and gave them a frank, smoldering look.

"Look, sweetie, I'll make things very plain and simple to you and your boyfriend.

"He's not my boyfriend," Lakyrra protested.

"Well none of that matters now," the sadistic officer said. "You and your 'boyfriend' here are going to give us a good show, and if you don't...well, then you'll find out that there are worse things we can do to you. Understood?"

Lakyrra's and James' eyes both widened in fear.

"Now, take off your clothes first." Drummond stood up and made an impatient gesture with his gun.

Lakyrra looked at James, and he looked at her.

"You can't...please!" James protested. The officer pulled out a pair of handcuffs.

"Any more backtalk from either of you, I'll cuff you two right here and take you to the station. We'll have you booked for drug possession for starters. We can go down a nice, long list. I think we can add 'resisting arrest,' right partner?"

Hernandez nodded as he took up a chair near the bed and stretched out his legs. "Oh yeah."

Seeing that there was no way out, Lakyrra and James finally gave up. Lakyrra took off her tank top and jeans, and folded them up in a little pile. She moved slowly, as if by stalling for time somehow the officers might change their minds or someone might come save them. Meanwhile James took off his T-shirt and shoes, shorts, then his socks and boxers. Lakyrra took off her bra and slipped her panties down her legs before folding them neatly on top of her discarded clothes. She was sitting Indian-style on the bed, one hand covering her pussy, the other hand trying to cover her breasts.

"Please don't do this," she begged.

"Shut up, bitch." Now Drummond's lust was readily apparent, and with it he'd become more savage. He looked the naked teenager up and down, enjoying the view. His cock was bulging in his pants—that much Lakyrra could definitely see.

"Take your hands away so we can see your tits and pussy. Do it." He had taken out a little three-tailed nylon whip. It was clearly a sex toy that the twisted officer apparently kept on the premises. The tendrils were beaded—enough to make the whip sting and cause pain, but not leave any lasting marks. With a sudden jerk of the wrist, he slammed the whip's tendrils along Lakyrra's back. The girl yelped.

"You heard me, bitch." She removed her hands. She felt so degraded. She was blushing as both officers greedily took in her naked body, her lush, firm breasts and pussy enshrouded with just the faintest trace of pubic hair, like peach fuzz.

"Sit at the edge of the bed and open your legs wider, slut. We want to SEE your pussy." Lakyrra did as she was told. A deep blush colored her cheeks as she tried not to think about what she was doing—or what James, poor James, was now seeing. If she could have died from sheer humiliation, she would have.

That's when things took an unexpected turn...

James knew where this was headed. It didn't take a genius to figure it out. He also knew that if he was going to be forced to do things to this girl he thought he was starting to love as more than just a friend...then he wanted the two of them to have at least some control over the awful experience.

Without warning, James moved off the bed and knelt between Lakyrra's legs. He looked up at her briefly. His eyes said it all. 'We have to do this. Let me at least make it good for you. Let me at least give you pleasure.'

Lakyrra's eyes widened. "James..." she half-protested, but her protests died mid-sentence as he leaned between her legs. His tongue flicked across her clitoris, and then he was gently tonguing her sex, exploring her silken folds with the patience of a true boyfriend who just loved and wanted to care for his girl.

The two officers exchanged a pair of startled glances. Hernandez chuckled.

"Looks like we have a real go-getter here."

Drummond nodded. "Yes. Now isn't this special? Looks like these two might not need as much prodding as we thought." At first there was just the sound of James' gentle suckling and licking at Lakyrra's pussy...until a few moments later Drummond's three-tailed whip slapped hard across Lakyrra's breasts.

"OW!"

"Please don't hurt her!" James begged as he withdrew his tongue briefly from the girl's cunt.

"I was just getting your little slut's attention. Now thrust out those breasts while your boyfriend eats out your pussy," Drummond ordered. Lakyrra did just that, feeling so degraded as she thrust her supple cones outward, the nipples beaded up with arousal as James' tongue re-inserted itself between her cunt lips, stroking and caressing her in a way that felt so, so wrong.

Officer Drummond leaned over, fondling the girl's breasts. Lakyrra shut her eyes. She focused all of her thoughts only on what was happening between her legs, on James' loving, tender strokes and caresses. She refused to think about the creep who was touching her breasts.

"Ohhh, I don't think she likes that," Hernandez said with amusement. "She doesn't like you feeling up her tits while her boyfriend tries to give her pleasure."

"Is that so?" Drummond growled. He slapped the girl across the face—not hard enough to leave a mark, just enough to startle her and bring her attention fully on him.

"Is that true, little cunt? Do you hate the thought of me touching your hot young tits?" He pinched each of the girl's nipples, wresting a whimper from Lakyrra's mouth. Then he cupped her chin and forced her gaze to meet his own. "Answer me, slut."

"Please...stop touching me!" she protested. "This is sick."

"Give me a good lover's kiss and I'll stop," Drummond promised. He leaned forward and Lakyrra let the vile man kiss her. She didn't kiss him back, she just let him maul her lips and mouth with his nasty tongue. When he drew back to sit down, she felt a burst of relief. It was fleeting though. Now, as Drummond unbuckled his belt and lowered his pants, his huge, elongated shaft erupted into view.

He sat on a chair beside his partner and continued to watch the 'show.'

"Keep going at it, lovebirds. We'll give you a little direction now and then, especially if we think you're being too lazy or slow. Give us a show to remember...or you'll regret it. We can make things much worse for you."

Hernandez nodded, chiming in with his partner. "Oh yeah. MUCH worse."

Trying to ignore the two monstrous men behind him, James just focused on Lakyrra's needs. On her soft, sensual body. On giving her the pleasure and care she deserved, despite this nightmare that, for the time being, had entrapped them both. His hands stroked the girl's inner thighs. He trailed kisses along those inner thighs and then resumed licking out her sex. Her soft little breaths and sighs told him that she was grateful for each and every touch, despite the sick bastards who were watching their every move. Slowly, tentatively at first, Lakyrra's hands shifted into James' hair. She massaged his scalp as his tongue slid deeper into her sex, laving out her slowly gathering wetness. He could taste her on his tongue now—the unmistakable, delicious flavor of cunt cream on his palate. Her pungent scent of arousal scrambled his senses in the best way possible.

To hell with the two officers. Right now James and Lakyrra were creating their own little world of sensations together...and, despite the humiliation involved, they were determined to show each other a new depth of emotion that neither had fully been willing to acknowledge before. Love.

"I think they're getting a little too lost in their own little world," Hernandez grunted.

Drummond nodded. "Yep, this hot little slut's enjoying herself too much. Let's make her earn her reward." So saying, Drummond took the three-tailed whip and slammed it across Lakyrra's chest.

"AAYY!" Lakyrra groaned.

"Hands to your sides, tits thrust forward, bitch. You started slouching again. We can't have that."

The slender teenager did as her captor told her. She thrust out her supple cones, groaning as the next lash of the whip came down with a resounding SMACK on her sensitive young breasts. Even after she'd done as the cruel man asked, he continued to whip her chest, a constant cadence of smacks that filled the cabin.

"UHHH!!" Lakyrra wailed. "Please, I'm doing what you asked!"

James interrupted his cunt-slurping worship just long enough to protest on his best friend's behalf. "Please stop hurting her!"

But Drummond's response was just another flick of his wrist as—SMACK—the tendrils of the whip slapped hard across the teenage girl's tits yet again.

"You haven't even felt hurt yet, bitch. And YOU, boy...keep working on that pussy. If you really love your girl, you'll be able to make her CUM even with my whip slapping her sexy tits. So less talking and more cunt-munching would be a good idea."

Drummond continued to whip Lakyrra's breasts. Meanwhile, James had to secretly admit— a small part of him was thankful for one thing. By forcing Lakyrra to sit upright and thrust her chest out, the sadistic cops were also making her thrust her pubic mound forward, giving his tongue even better access to her intoxicating pussy. James took full advantage of it, his tongue working furiously to bring the girl more and more pleasure. Finally, at long last, she was nearing a breathless climax despite the whip's torments.

James could taste so much of her pungent cream now. It was flowing out of her slit, into his mouth. He loved her taste. He loved the way her body was responding to his care, even if he hated, hated every second of being under the thumb of these two cruel men. His tongue lapped at the girl's inner labia before twirling and diving into her wetness. He sucked hard on her clit, nipping at it with his teeth, and then capturing that little nerve bundle and sucking even more fervently. The young man slid his hands underneath Lakyrra's thighs, his fingers sliding around and upward to cup her sexy ass as the moment finally came. Lakyrra's naked body shuddered on the bed.

"Oh god. James. Oooohhh!" She ground her crotch into his face as her cunt convulsed around his tongue. Fluids streamed into his mouth as he greedily lapped up the delicious nectar of his best friend. Her spasms continued in a long, degrading torrent of sexual bliss punctuated by her low, plaintive cry of ecstasy and the sound of the whip landing on her fragile young breasts with one deafening slap after another.

Drummond finally relented on the whipping. But he rushed forward as Lakyrra's chest was still heaving from her orgasm. He looped the whip's central strand around the girl's neck and yanked her head back as he stared into her eyes.

"Did you enjoy that, little cunt? Having your boyfriend lick your pussy to climax? Answer me, bitch!"

With a look of dazed, sated pleasure and humiliation vying for dominance on the girl's face, Lakyrra admitted the truth.

"I...yes, Sir. I...I liked it." Her gaze slipped to James, and that's when she saw it. Her best friend's cock. It was stiff and hard for her. It was tall, with so much blood coursing through his engorged shaft as it sprang up between his legs. Hernandez sauntered over, noticing the same thing.

"Ooh, now what have we here? It looks like your boyfriend has quite the erection. Sucking on your pussy definitely put him in the mood. Why don't you return the favor?"

Lakyrra's eyes lingered on James' hard cock. A tiny part of her warmed at the thought of taking it in her mouth, but a bigger part of her was so outraged and disgusted by what these men were making them do. She squirmed and struggled.

"Let us go, you bastards." But that only made Drummond tighten the whip's hold around her neck, choking her as he growled.

"You do what we say or I'll snap your neck. You hear me, little cunt?" Gasping and coughing as Drummond released her, Lakyrra found herself being thrust to the floor. By now both Hernandez and Drummond had their pants off, their stiff cocks swinging freely as they moved. While Hernandez forced James to take Lakyrra's place on the bed, Lakyrra knelt between her best friend's legs. She stared at the stiff, young cock of the boy who cared so much for her. There was a glistening, pearled drop of pre-cum at the tip of his cock. With a shudder, the girl leaned forward and swept it up with her tongue.