I can smell his saliva on my skin. The tender skin around my lips is sore, slightly red from the scrape of his late night stubble as he kissed me. He kissed me with so much passion. Now, we're friends with benefits.
His lips made me nervous with their softness, their loving caress. I smiled as he kissed me, as I kissed him from the sheer novelty of it all. My friend of three years and I, kissing after such a long thoughtful friendship. I was pleasantly shocked.
Sometimes nearly falling off of the bed can be fun...
Sands and I met during class at University and were both working at our campus newspaper. I was the industrious editor-to-be and he was the jovial, popular sports writer who could make anybody laugh out loud despite themselves. He has a wide smile and he's always the first to crack a joke and lighten the mood during tense moments.
We had become really good friends and would go out and talk about school and who he was dating, what he was working on aside from school. He would occasionally call me late at night saying he was already driving to my house and to get ready to have a "heart to heart". We were close and I was so glad to have someone like him in my life.
The other interesting dynamic of our friendship was that he was openly flirtatious and was always good at making me blush but while at the same time he maintaining that buddy-type camaraderie with me. It was confusing to say the least and though it was fun, I was still with Gadget so I thought it was mostly harmless and went along with it.
That is until a few months ago.
I was out with Sands seeing a horrible movie and he wouldn't let me pay for myself so during the whole film I was puzzling it out in my mind. We went back to my place to just hang out and that's when it happened; he tried to kiss me.
Gadget and I had been having problems that I had told Sands about but I was too filled with guilt to kiss him so I pulled away and laughed it off. When he went home a while after that I kept going over the moment in my mind and feeling guilty for the fact that I had wished that I had let him kiss me.
A few more months went by and now we've arrived to about two weeks ago. Sands called me up to go get some coffee and talk about the upcoming election. By this time, I had already broken up with Gadget and I was in such a state of joy from my new found freedom that I must have been glowing.
When I saw Sands in the late day's sunshine, my heart leapt and I gave him the biggest hug. Something had changed but I couldn't put my finger on it.
We had coffee and hung out at the shop, debating a bit and going over our lives as of late. After that we drove back to my place so I could show him the work I'd been doing with adult product review.
We sat on my bed, me showing him my various instruments of pleasure and him with an amused, astonished look on his face that said 'I would never have expected this from you.'
He pulls out a bottle of edible vanilla massage oil and asks about it,
"I don't know really what its like, I haven't tried it out yet."
"Well then, let's see what this is all about."
He opened the gold top and drips a few drops onto his finger tip and slides it over his neck. He smiles and offers it up to me to lick it off.
I smiled in a sort of questioning way but lent over and licked the oil off of his neck, lingering to tease him a bit with my tongue and nibbling a little too.
I come up and look into his eyes, his face so close to mine. With just one moment of hesitation between us, he kisses me, my lips easing so gently against his. Its perfect.
I pull back during a wane in the kiss and he beckons me back, smiling. He slides his hand around the back of my neck, his fingers in my hair as his lips ravish mine. I lay my hand on his leg as we kiss, my heart pumping so fast and my kitten getting slicker by the moment.
We kiss for what seems like forever, our motions becoming more and more heated and by the time I'm on my back and he's hovering over me, I'm wild with need and even the pressure of his hips between my legs is driving me to brink of orgasm. He holds my hands down as he looks down at me, my chest heaving as I try to catch my breath.
He rolls me over so that I'm on top, my knees straddling him, my hair hanging down around our faces as we kiss. He winds his hand underneath my long boho skirt and strokes my ass with his hand, his fingers trying to wiggle under my panties. He pushes me over gently so that My knee is on his stomach and he reaches under the crotch of my panties and slides a finger over my wet slit, his pads testing my slickness.
He says as he slides his finger in and out of my cunt, the wetness making a squishing noise rise in the room. I moan out and beg for him to stop but he continues to tease me, alternatively fucking me with his finger and flicking my clit with his finger tip.
He kisses me hard as he slides his hand out from inside my panties and I whine a little in complaint.
I reach down to feel the bulge in his pants and he quickly moves to unzip them and bring his cock out. He wants me to go down on him, I can tell but I decide to remain a little bit aloof. Instead, I run my hair over his cock and drip saliva out of my mouth onto it. I take hold of it and rub it up and down until he closes his eyes, enjoying the pleasure. For some reason I want to tease him and so I pull back, sitting up and blinking at him, wondering what his reaction will be.
He knows he won't get anything else out of me, so he questions me,
"What are you doing next Thursday?"
I answer that I don't know.
"Well then you and I are are here, in your bed, finishing this thing."
Things cooled down a little as he wants to save something for later he says.
Outside, he kisses me on the cheek and as I walk back into my house he yells out,
"Next week, that ass is mine!"
Well, its been a few weeks now, and this ass still isn't his but not due to his disinterest. He calls and texts me daily asking me what my schedule is but I'm ever-elusive as to what my plans are for the day.
I was blown way by my passion for him and what he does to me but frankly, I'm afraid to see my good friend in that light. I hate when good friendships end with bad relationships that just couldn't work out due to whatever can't meld between two people. Sometimes some of us are just meant to be platonic friends.
Then again, our friendship is already tarnished now so why not just go for it?
Who knows what the future holds for us, I guess we'll have to see what happens.