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It is the begin of another weekend spent with you and her, at her house. Neither of you have been happy for a long time, and I constantly wonder why you both still insist on being in a “relationship” with each other. Once again I found myself questioning why you are with her, especially since I knew how you feel about someone else…about me.

I sit on the couch watching the two of you, she is complaining to you, yet again, about something you have apparently done wrong, you are looking at her but not really listening. It is plain to see from where I am sitting that you’ve both checked out of the relationship.

Your eyes flick over to me and a little spark appears, and I give you a small smile. I love my friend, but I hate how she treats you, you deserve so much better.

The day wears on and the drinks begin flowing, it is a ordinary Saturday night for us. I come up to visit, and we all get nice and drunk and sing kareoke or whatever else takes our fancy.
You begin texting me throughout the night, subtly flirting with me at the beginning, getting bolder and bolder as the night goes by.

We discover ourselves in the kitchen at the same time, pouring our drinks. The kitchen is small, and there isn’t a lot of room to move when there are a couple of people in there.
You move closer to me, and I can feel the tension prickling in the air. We’ve been at this game for weeks, I knew it was only a matter of time before one of us cracked, and I had a feeling tonight would be the night.

Your hand gently rests on my hip as you brush past me, your touch causing me to inhale sharply. A simple hand on my hip and I feel the jolt through my body, seconds later my panties are soaking. You lean down to whisper something in my ear, and it takes every ounce of strength I have not to melt back into your body at the feeling of your breath on my ear.

It takes me a second to realise what you’ve said, for me to go upstairs and look in my bag. I am confused, and look into your eyes to ask you wordlessly why, but you just smile and motion your head upstairs.

I down the new drink I just poured, feeling its warmth spread through me, as well as the feeling of my inhibitions lowering even more. My resolve to not get in the middle of your relationship with her is quickly dissolving.
I excuse myself and hurry up the stairs to my bag. Opening it up, I see a jewellery box that wasn’t there before. I stare at it, shocked frozen for a moment, before opening it. It is a necklace, an intricate design with a gorgeous blue stone. You’ve bought me a necklace, and it is gorgeous.

My phone buzzes in my pocket and I see a text from you, simply saying “put it on”. I comply, gently taking the necklace out and slipping it around my neck. I go into the bathroom, so I can admire your gift. I’m so caught up on staring at the mirror that I don’t hear you coming up the noisy stairs, nor do I hear you enter the bathroom. It’s only when I see you behind me in the mirror, and feel your arms wrap around me from behind that it registers that I’m not alone anymore.

“Shane,” I breathe quietly “it’s beautiful, thank you.” I touch the necklace again and lean back into your arms, enjoying the first time I’ve really been able to be enveloped properly by you. Our touch is normally so limited, our hugs normally brief and cordial, given I am the friend of your girlfriend.

The rest of the world seems to melt away in that moment, and the complications of life don’t matter, all that matters is you and the feeling of your touch. I turn around in your arms, and look up at you, your slightly drunken crooked smile looking down at me. I lean into your chest for a moment, you’re so tall, your arms around me feel safe and secure. I look up at you again, you’re still watching me, drinking in my features like you’ll never see me again.

The battle rages in my head over what to do next, but I throw it apart and go with my heart and gut, rather than my head, reach my hands up to cup your face, and pull your lips down to mine.

You let out a small surprised sound, you weren’t expecting me to cross the line we’ve been dancing on for weeks, and it shocked you into stillness for a moment. That didn’t last long, and the immediate fire we both felt when our lips touched took the kiss from light and uncertain, to deep and passionate in seconds.

Our mouths opened, and our tongues met, dancing together in a way I’ve never known. I let out a small moan, I had imagined your lips on mine, but I never imagined how intense it would be. My moan spurred you on, your hand moves up to cup the back of my head, and presses me into you more, mine follow suit, and I thread my fingers into your hair. I’m hyper aware of my whole body, the rush of sensation everywhere, juices flooding my pants, the shocks of electricity as my nipples rub achingly against your chest.

We both hear it at the same time, your name being called up the stairs, and we break aside, breathing deeply. You quickly turn and leave the bathroom, taking the stairs two at a time to get back downstairs before we can be caught.

I turn back to the mirror, leaning on the sink to catch my breath. I look at my reflection, my face is flushed, and my eyes have a wild look that so closely resembles the fire I saw in your eyes the second before you left the room. My hair is messy from your hands, and I do my best to get it looking semi decent, at the same time getting myself back under control before I head back downstairs to join you both.

I head back to the kitchen, I need another drink. It was hard to withstand you before, when we were just flirting, but now I know the feel and the taste of your mouth on mine, I need more. I look over at you sitting next to her in the lounge room, and you’re watching my every move. I can see you’re barely containing yourself, your eyes are wild, and you’re squirming around uncomfortably. My eyes flick to your lap, and I can see the unmistakable bulge of your semi hard cock. I hide a small smile, loving that I am the cause of it, and that our kiss affected you as much as it did me.

The night carries on, drinking, dancing, singing, having fun. I slow up on the drinking a bit, still nice and tipsy and happy, but not letting it get past that. You seem to have done the same thing, levelled out, whereas my friend has gone the other way, getting sloppier and sloppier as the night goes on. I’m not 100% sure, but since you took over mixing our drinks, I feel like it’s by design. I’m not sure what your plans are, but my gut is telling me that you’re not done with me tonight.

I’m tingling in anticipation, even watching you in the kitchen mixing up more drinks for us, is driving me insane. You pick up the drinks and walk back towards us, and I’m silently admiring you. Your light hair is slightly messed up from your normally perfectly styled look, no doubt as a result of my hands from earlier in the night. It’s a sexy look for you, and I smirk to myself imagining how much better it would look after I’d had my way with you. In my minds eye, you with sex hair is an incredible turn on.

You stop in front of me to hand me my drink and notice the expression on my face, causing you to raise an eyebrow in question. I feel my face blush, and you crack a small smile back at me, I think you can understand the nature of my thoughts.

You give her her drink, and she downs most of it in one go. She’s getting sloppy, slurring her words, and struggling to stay upright. It won’t be long before she passes out. My phone vibrates, and it’s you, texting me wondering what I was smirking at. Without going into detail, I mentioned that messed up hair can be very sexy. Your hand shoots up to your head, and you can feel the mess your hair is in. You stand up, and pick up my friend.

“Alright miss, you’ve had enough, time for bed”. You carry her towards the stairs, and shoot a look over your shoulder at me that I can not quite decipher. I hear you get up stairs and a door close, and I assume that means you two have gone to bed. I decide to wait to see if you’re coming back, but after a few minutes there is no sound coming from upstairs. I make my way up to the room I’m sleeping in, on a bedroll on the floor.

I push the door shut behind me, not bothering to check if it’s fully closed, figuring it didn’t matter since the two of you were doing whatever in bed and wouldn’t be coming out to check on me any time soon. I strip off and stand completely naked, trying to discover my sleep shorts and top in my bag, but in my semi drunk state it is proving a little difficult.

After a moment I feel like I’m being watched, my head shot up to the door, and I think I see the flash of someone moving quickly away. Clothes forgotten, I go to the door and stick my head out, calling your name. The hallway is quiet, I can not see anyone.

I pick up my bag and finally fish out my shorts and singlet top, but instead of putting them on, I decide to take them downstairs. I’m gonna sleep on the couch, the bedroll is shit and uncomfortable. There is no point getting dressed, I am alone and need to let off some steam before I go to sleep anyway, the couch would serve that purpose much better.

I settle into the corner of the couch, lean back and prop my feet up, legs spread wide. I am still dripping from the kiss earlier in the night and the thoughts that have been running through my head since. I spend some time lazily teasing myself. Left hand flicking and pinching my nipples, and squeezing my tits. My right hand is lazily playing with my clit, teasing myself wanting a slow create up before I explode.

I’ve only been playing a couple of minutes when I hear the slight creak of a stair, followed by sharp intake of breath and a soft strangled moan. My eyes fly open, and there you are standing frozen at the bottom of the stairs, eyes wide and locked on to the sight of me masturbating on the couch. My initial wondered is to cover up, but I am still feeling the effects of the alcohol in my system, so instead I slowly stand up and brazenly walk towards you, swaying my hips as I move.

“I thought you two were in bed.” I say, as I near you.

“No, just her. I came down to see if you were still awake.” you respond breathlessly.

“After watching me get changed in the room upstairs?” The look on your face says it all, you hadn’t expected to be noticed, and are worried about my reaction. I just smiled at you, signalling it was OK.

I stop in front of you, just far enough away that you cant reach me, but close enough you could have a good look.

“I think the necklace suits me, don’t you?” I lightly touch the necklace, drawing your attention your gift. Your eyes widen as you take in the fact that I was wearing nothing but your gift to me.

I see the change in your eyes a split second before you grab me and crush me into your chest, slamming your mouth onto mine, invading all my senses. I melt into you, my arms around your neck as you grab my ass and pick me up. I wrap my legs around your waist and you move towards the couch, every step you take causing shivers through my body as your prominent bulge presses against my swollen clit through your clothes. We reach the couch, tongues still wrestling, lips never breaking aside.

One minute I’m enveloped in you, the next I feel the cool air all over my body as you drop me onto the couch. I begin to move to pull you down, but the storm in your eyes along with the sharp shake of your head stops me in my tracks, and I lay back on the couch. Your gaze burns into me, and I watch you drink in the sight of me, down my exposed neck, pausing at my tits to drink in their fullness and pink erect nipples, then continuing down my belly to my hips and thigh. The way I am sitting has me slightly twisted and gives you a good view of the side of my ass, which I can see you appreciating. I roll slightly more across to give you a better view, which you appreciate, then I watch your eyes move across to where my mound is hidden between my legs.

I take a nervous breath, and your eyes flick to mine, reassuring, before your smouldering gaze returns. I slowly open my legs and fully expose myself to you, giving you an unobstructed view of my pussy, glistening wet and ready to go.

You swear under your breath, and let out a low gutteral growl, it sounds like you said “Mine”, and the wondered of that makes my pussy throb and glisten even more.

Before I have a chance to question what you said, you are on your knees, you hook your arms up under my hips, and you pull me forward until your face is buried between my legs.

Your tongue snakes out and takes its first taste of me and you immediately moan into my pussy, I have to clap a hand over my mouth to stop me making too much noise.
You continue to eat my pussy with abandon and it doesn’t take long before I’m clutching your head and grinding my pussy on your face moaning out an orgasm.

I pull you up to my face, needing your mouth on mine. I can taste myself on your lips, your tongue, everywhere. I bunch my hands into your hair, and arch my body into yours, pressing my tits into your fully clothed chest. I scowl at the fact that you’re still clothed, and try to rectify that. You pull away from me, and I look up at you confused.

“Not yet,” you say, your eyes once again roaming all over my body “I’ve been waiting so long for this moment, if I lose the clothes before I have a chance to savour you properly I’ll be pissed.”

I argue that there is plenty of time to savour me after, and I see your resolve waiver, then hold firm. You gently push me back down, your body following mine until you’re nestled beside me on the couch. You roll me slightly to reposition, and you’re now spooning me, putting me in the prime position for you to touch my entire body. You lean back, and I look over my shoulder to see you appreciating the view. Your hand runs down my hip and back around to my ass. You keep moving it down and give my cheek a squeeze. Where you have positioned your hand means your fingers graze my pussy lips slightly as you squeeze, eliciting a moan from me, and causing me to involuntarily press my ass against you, feeling your cock bulging in your pants.

You seem to enjoy that too, as you move your hand back to my lower belly to hold me still, and grind into my ass while lowering your face to my neck to kiss and gently nibble. I get into the rythym of your movement, and begin rolling my hips back into you, creating more friction between us. Your hand moves up my belly, and palms my breast for the first time, causing gigantic conflict in my body. My ass moving back to grind your cock, my chest moving forward to push into your hand.

You squeeze my breast and pinch my nipple, and again growl into my neck, just below my ear. “MINE”, you say again, this time it was unmistakable.

I turn my head to capture your mouth again, and as I do, your hand leaves my breast and moves my leg up to rest on your hip, then quickly finds my clit, gently brushing over it with your finger tips, causing my body to jerk in reaction.

I roll my hips, relishing in the feeling of your cock pressing into my ass through your pants, and your fingers gently teasing my clit. You sink two fingers into my dripping wet pussy and slowly finger fuck me, while your thumb flicks my clit. I’m already so on edge and sensitive that it only takes minutes of this treatment before I am shuddering out another orgasm, your name leaving my lips in the form of a moan.

I shuffle so I am on my back again and close my eyes, feeling totally blissed out. After a moment I open my eyes again, look up, and see you staring down at me, smiling. I lean up and kiss you again, slow and sweet. Your kisses trail down my neck, to my collarbone and down my chest. You cup my breast in your hand at the same time your tongue flicks over my nipple, causing my body to jerk in response. You take long, languid licks and tease my nipples in your mouth. I know you’re being gentle and slow to give me a moment to recover.

I don’t need much time, before long the attention you’re giving me causes my breath to hitch in my throat. You gently bite my nipple and suck it into your mouth, swapping back and forth between the two. I can not take it much longer, and forcefully pull your face to mine for a hard kiss, to which you respond hungrily. Our hands are all over each other, our breathing is heavy. I hurry to remove your clothes, and you, sensing my urgency, help me with your pants after I have stripped your top off.

You break our kiss and stand to kick off your pants, pausing momentarily to look down at me still on the couch, my breath coming in short bursts and my eyes hungry for you. I take benefit of your slight pause, and quickly slide off the couch and onto my knees in front of you. I am face to face with your cock, straining and already impossibly hard. I gently take hold of the base, and hear your sharp intake of breath at the small amount of contact. I look up, my eyes meeting yours and holding contact as I move forward and flick my tongue across the tip of your cock, tasting the small bead of precum that has gathered there. You moan loudly, not caring where we are, as I swirl my tongue around you taking you further and further into my mouth. I move my head up and down, sucking your cock, something I’ve been thinking about for some time.

Your moans keep coming, softer this time, you realise where we are and don’t want anything to come and interrupt my mouth sucking you. You take hold of my head, and guide it up and down your cock a couple of times, before holding it still and letting your hips take over.

As you fuck my face, slowly at first, then picking up your pace, I reach down and rub my clit. I am still sensitive and on edge from my earlier orgasms, and I immediately moan. You feel my moan vibrate along your cock, and you tighten your grip on my head for a couple more strong and hard thrusts into my mouth, before pulling me up off the floor. You kiss me hard before pushing me back onto the couch. You aren’t rough, but you certainly aren’t gentle. I can see in your eyes that I am about to be taken, and I can not wait.

I spread my legs quickly as you lower yourself over me, your face making a bee line for mine, lips parting and tongues dancing together. I’ve never felt a kiss so intense, so full of want and need as this one. It goes on and on, part of me never wanting it to stop, but another part is so filled with need that I am impatient for you.

I wrap my legs around your waist and pull you down until the tip of your hard cock is resting ever so lightly on my swollen pussy lips. You stop kissing me and still immediately, as though you don’t want any distraction taking your mind away from what is about to happen. I squirm impatiently, I need you inside me.

Excruciatingly slowly, you ease your cock inside me, both of us watching it disappear into my wet folds. You pause for a moment once you’re buried to the hilt, then keep watching as you slowly withdraw, throbbing cock covered in my juice.

I can not take it anymore, and reach behind you, firmly grab your ass and pull your hips down as I thrust mine forward. Your cock slams into me hard, which seems to wake you from your daze. You refocus on my face, and look me in the eye as you begin to relentlessly pound my wet pussy. My hands grab hold of your arms, and I hold on while you take me, fucking me mercilessly.

I cry out in pleasure, and you silence me with your mouth, your hips never slowing, pushing me closer and closer to cumming for you, again. I beg you to go faster, harder, deeper – I want to be immersed in you. You comply, and for a moment we are both lost in the heat and frenzy of this finally happening, you finally being inside me.

I barely manage to breathe out the words, telling you I’m close, and you slightly reposition so your fingers discover my sensitive clit and swirl around it, driving me home to another orgasm. My body is shaking and convulsing under you, I can barely stand it the pleasure is so intense.

You slow your pace a little so I can ride out my orgasm. When my spasms of pleasure subside, and I am finally able to look up at you, I see you smiling down at me, pleased you’ve driven me so far over the edge. I reach up and crush our mouths together, and roll my hips under yours, changing up the feel and pleasures of your cock sliding in and out of me. We both groan, the change in movement brings on new sensations rippling through us both.

I pull back slightly to look at your face, and can see you’re starting to struggle to hold on. I move my head so my lips discover your neck, and after kissing a trail up to your ear, I whisper into your ear “Breed me Shane, fill me up with your cum.”

The growl that rumbles up your throat is primal, and it sends shivers throughout my whole body. You prop yourself back up on your hands and your hips take over again, pounding your rock hard cock into me, faster and faster until I feel you tense up inside of me. You thrust into me hard three more times, firm words leaving your lips as you do.

“You. Are. Mine.” you say, and on the final word, I feel you fill me up with your cum, stream after stream, before collapsing on top of me. You capture my mouth with yours again, this time the kiss is long and languid, relishing each other’s taste.

We move slightly so I can clean up a bit, and we can both get more comfortable, laying face to face, naked on the couch. Hands roaming all over the others body, touching, caressing. I’m getting sleepy, but I don’t want to say anything, for fear you’ll leave.

The next thing I know I’m awake, and I didn’t even realise I’d fallen asleep. It takes me half a second to realise what’s woken me up, a jolt of pleasure running directly from my clit to my nipples, hardening them instantly, and a soft moan escapes my lips.

I look down, and your face is back between my legs, tongue working it’s magic, eating me like I’m your last meal. You notice the change in my breathing and your eyes flick to mine, and you lift your head slightly and look up at me apologetically.

“Sorry, I couldn’t go back upstairs without tasting you again.” The words were barely out of your mouth before your face was buried in my pussy again sending waves of pleasure throughout my entire body. When I am close, my hand reaches down to the back of your head, holding you in place while my hips begin moving, grinding my myself on your face. As I orgasm, my other hand finds my breast and teases my nipple, sending more sensations through my body.

As the final shivers of the orgasm go through my body, I pull you up beside me, then move so you’re laying on your back on the couch. I can see your cock is rock hard again, and it looks like it is aching for me as much as I am aching for you to be inside me again.
Without pausing any further, I climb onto the couch, straddle your hips and lower myself onto your cock, breathing out a sigh of pleasure as I do.

I lean forward and rest my hands on your chest, my heavy breasts falling forward as I do. You reach up and take one in each hand, gently massaging and working my nipples hard. I begin moving, fucking you at a slow pace, both of us just enjoying the feel of you in my tight, wet pussy.

I sit up and lean back, all the while still slowly fucking you, and give you an unobstructed view of my body moving on top of yours. My breasts sitting heavy on my chest, bouncing in time with my movements. My pussy, wrapped tightly around your cock, which is glistening with my juices, disappearing in and out between my pink lips. I reach down and play with my clit, and your eyes zone in on me playing with myself.

We both hear movement upstairs, and it brings us back to reality. We freeze, you deep inside me. I can feel your cock twitching, and my pussy muscles gently contract against you in response. Your hands, which have come to rest on my hips by this point, squeeze hard in response to the feel of my pussy trying to milk your cock.

“Jesus, what are you doing to me,” you say gently with your eyes closed. Neither one of us are moving, waiting to hear what is happening upstairs. A door closes, and moments later we hear the shower turn on.
You waste no time, and use your grasp on my hips to hold me still while you begin to rapidly fuck me.

My fingers discover my clit and start to play, bringing me to a quick orgasm on your cock. As I cum, my muscles spasm even more than they were before, and that is enough to have you empty yourself in me again. Your pace slows, and I take over the movement, gently rocking my hips as you fill me up, trying to milk every last drop.

I spot my underwear and grab them as I climb off you, quickly putting them on, before I can lose a single drop of your cum. I want to feel you inside me for as long as efficient.

You watch me get dressed, as you quickly do the same. The shower upstairs shuts off and we hear movement, the sound of her walking towards the top of the stairs. I give you a quick kiss, and shove you towards the downstairs toilet. I pull my messy hair into a quick pony tail and by the time she gets downstairs you’re out of the room and I am leaning back on the couch, playing on my phone.

I look up and smile at her, saying good morning, and telling her that I had to head off soon, but it had been fun.

I go upstairs and get my things together, then lug them downstairs ready to leave. I deliberately load up my arms, so I won’t be able to open the two doors to get out to the car park.

“Shane, can you help me with the doors?” I ask sweetly. As soon as the front door to her place shuts behind us, I drop all my things on the floor of the public apartment block hallway, and pull you in for a fevered kiss. Somehow, after the night we have just had, I still want more. I pull away from the kiss and look you in the eye.

“Come to my house tonight, please.” I plead with you, holding your face in my hands.

“As if I’d be anywhere else.” You smile down at me.

I pick up my things and you let me out the door, and help me into the car. I blow you a kiss as I drive out the car park, and smile the whole way home, thinking about what tonight will bring us.

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