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More Than Friends

Chantelle O'Donnell

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You had called only half an hour earlier. After hanging up, I kept nervously pacing, drumming my fingers, chain-smoking, twirling my hair. My heart was literally thumping, and all that was racing through my mind was, "Oh my god, my god, my god...He's coming!"

When the doorbell rang, I nearly jumped out of my skin. I opened the door and my heart missed a beat when I saw you. I knew it would be you of course, I knew you were coming, but just seeing you made me all giddy inside.

We exchanged greetings and tried to be casual, making pointless small talk. The truth was I wanted to take you right then, right at the door, before you even had a chance to take your coat off.

We had been friends for so long that this was bordering on the weird side, seven years of plutonic acquaintance. This night was a long time coming however. Ever since we had both got drunk at that party a few weeks earlier, when you told me there had been times that you had fantasized about me. We shared a lot of intimate secrets that night, and my lust for you had grown stronger and stronger since then. There was no way in hell I was backing out of this, there was a sense of...it's hard to describe, maybe inevitability?

We chatted uneasily on the way to the living room, where you laid your coat down on the couch. You turned and looked at me with uncertainty in your eyes, "Grace, I'm feeling a little nervous." I returned your gaze just as intently, feeling the heat rise from my neck into my face, causing me to blush. "I know, me too. Nothing has to happen you know," I say lying.

At that moment I couldn't stand it any longer. Never dropping my eyes from yours, I closed the distance between us and kissed you--we had never even hugged before this--and you returned that kiss with unmatched passion. Our fears and anxiety melted away and I knew nothing but your lips on mine, your tongue exploring my mouth skillfully.

Whenever I'd imagined this moment, I was always afraid that I would be thinking things like, "What are we doing? We've been friends for years! There's a ten-year age gap between us!" But none of those ideas even skimmed the surface of my thoughts. All I knew was that this kiss, this moment, was the most powerful thing I'd ever been a part of. And Goddess help us both, I was not going to stop.

Finally the kiss broke. But we stood there in each others' arms, caught in the moment. We could not stop now, we knew that. Somehow we made it to the couch, and I pushed you gently so that you had to sit. Straddling you, we continued the kiss, this time more slowly and lovingly, exploring further. I loved those little moaning sounds you made when I slowly licked the length of your neck, up to your ear. Somehow you got my shirt off, squeezing and massaging my breasts. You took my nipples into your mouth, licking and nibbling, circling each one in turn with your tongue. I felt you sliding your hand down my pants and into my panties, searching for my clit and teasing me. Somehow you laid me down ever so gently on the couch and pulled my jeans and panties off. We were too hot, too excited, to fool around with foreplay too much. I felt no inhibitions about being naked with you, which was a first for me, and your sweet mouth moved down my body hungrily, dropping little slow, hot kisses all around. You looked up at me and whispered, "This body should be worshipped..."

You proceeded to do exactly that, moving further down over my belly, finally settling on my wet and open pussy. Let me tell you, nobody had ever eaten me the way you did that night. You nibbled my sensitive lips ever so gently and kissed a neat circle around my opening, before finally settling on my clit, licking and flicking and gently sucking. When you finally slid your fingers in I came straight away, as if you already knew that was what it would take. I knew it would not be long before I gave you that Splendid Moment for the first time.

After I exploded into that earth-shattering orgasm, you rose up and began to kiss me again, and I could feel the tip of your cock nudging me, almost pleading for its entry. I raised my hips to receive you as you wrapped your arms around me.

In a low whisper, you said into my ear, "I want you so bad, Grace..." as if asking permission.

I dug my fingernails into your shoulders and gasped, "I want you, too!" My tone surprised even me, sharp, raw, imploring.

You kissed my neck and sighed. "There's no turning back now, you know that, don't you?" Of course I knew that, I knew what it could do to us, I knew it would change us both forever. Friendships that turn into this are never the same again. But did we care? Not at that moment. I wanted you, you wanted me, and this was going to happen, whether we liked it or not.

You braced me against your first thrust--your cock was bigger than I was used to, we had to stretch it out a little. But you were so patient, and so diligent, and finally I was open enough for you to fill me completely. You held on to my thighs and I held on to your shoulders, riding you as you fucked me, each stroke lengthened and deepened with my return thrusts.

My God, my Goddess, Holy Divinity of Heaven! I had never, ever, ever, experienced anything like the pleasure, the ecstasy...the sheer explosion of lust given to us that night! For an eternity, it seemed, we were locked in this embrace, this heady give-and-take. You fucked me right out of my mind. You would throw your head back and cry out every now and then, say something like "God DAMN!" It was so odd, too, that there was none of that first-time awkwardness, or looking for the right position, or saying anything stupid. There was no need to ask "Does that hurt?" or "Is that good?" or "Should we try this?" or anything like that. It all came so perfectly to us, so naturally. You kept me on my back, now and then threw my legs over your shoulders, and simply fucked the life out of me. How long were we at it? Sweat began dripping off your forehead, falling onto my face or my breasts. For some reason my face felt tingly as if it were asleep, and that tingling moved down my body until I could feel it in my fingers and toes. You fucked me so deep, so hard I couldn't see straight. My eyes actually rolled back several times. We were breathing so heavily, our throats were bone-dry. I remember having to grab my nearby water bottle during a position-change and take a quick swig.

Finally the end drew near, you managed to say, "Shit, here it comes, I'm gonna blow," and I cried, "Do it, I want it!"

You dropped down so that your face was next to my ear, and gasped, "I don't want to stop yet, God, it's just so good, I want to go on like this all night."

I kissed your cheek, running my fingers through your hair, and said, "We can always do it again. Cum for me. Do it for me. I want you to fill me up... Give it to me!"

You picked up speed again as I talked, and a few seconds later, you did, with a deep, animal moan and spastic jerks. How long was it before we could breathe, before we could move again? We just lay there, you on top of me, my legs wrapped around your waist and my arms around your shoulders, surrounding you, encasing you. I didn't want to let you go.

When we finally released our embrace, we sat up and lit up our cigarettes. I looked at you coyly; you responded with the softest look I had ever seen on the face of a man. "I think we just did something irreversible," I said softly, exhaling my cigarette smoke.

A bit of an impish glint overcame your face, and your expression lightened. "I think you may be right. And I think we should most certainly do it again."

 

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