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Subject: ~STORY:  Friends & Lovers     {by Melli}
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Another pretty tame story from the inner realms of my mind.  Lyrics come
from the musical "Carousel."  It's a ballad full of longing ... anyway,
let me know what you think.

Melli

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Friends & Lovers

"If I loved you, time and again I would try to say ..."

	I come home from work to find you sitting on my porch.  In the
rocker, beer in hand, wearing  a face that only a mother basset hound
could love.  I ask what's wrong. You only shrug and your chin sinks lower
on your chest.  You look for all the world as if the troubles of the
nation rest solely on your shoulders.  "Well, come on in," I say as I
unlock the door.

"All I'd want you to know."

	We've been friends for years and I've never seen you looking this
way. Still, you won't talk and tell me what is bothering you.  Perhaps you
don't know.  So I try Grandma's favorite cure for a man deep in depression
— good food and a little TLC.  Only problem is, I've never tried extreme
TLC with you.  Still, if it will make you feel better ... . Except for a
few things, dinner is ready when we walk in. Beef stew -- thank God for
crock pots.  I make a salad for each of us and we eat in front of the TV. 
I gather up the dishes, place them in the sink and return.

"If I loved you, words wouldn't come in an easy way ..."

	You start to stand.  "I guess I really should go," you say.

	I press you back into the couch.  "Not until you tell me what's
wrong. If you don't, I'll have to sit on you and force it out of you." 
You laugh at that and start to rise again.  True to my word, I push you
back down and sit in your lap.  I take your face into my hands and look
deeply into your eyes.  "Now tell me."  Instead you do something you've
never done in all the years we've known each other.  You kiss me.

"Round in circles I'd go."

	It's a sweet kiss ... a tender kiss ... a longing and questioning
kiss.  And it sends a thrill down my spine.  I pull back and look at you,
a little frown forming between my brows.  You reach up and smooth the line
there and stroke my cheek with your fingertips.  I press my lips back to
yours and you deepen the kiss this time, caressing my lips and mouth with
your tongue.  I can feel your body hardening beneath me and I feel a moist
response to that hardening from my own.  You withdraw your tongue from my
mouth, but mine follows, not yet willing to break the contact.  I could
sit here forever, I think.  Your hand comes up to cup one breast, fingers
splayed to catch the fullness and just barely touch the nipple.  I press
forward into your hand.  Then I break contact again.  And stand.

"Longing to tell you but afraid and shy."

	"I really should go now," you say as you stand. I smile and shake
my head.  I take your hand and lead you, not to the front door, but to the
bedroom door.  Your eyes widen, "Are you sure?"  I lead you inside.

	It's not as if you've never been in my bedroom before.  After all
you helped me move in and you've been in numerous times to help me
re-arrange the furniture.  Still, it's not the same.  I move around the
room and light the many candles that sit on the dresser, the bookcase,
window sills ... a small bonfire, but little light.  I turn back to you. 
You still stand where I left you.  I pull you to the center of the room
and begin to unbutton your shirt, starting with the cuffs.  As the buttons
come loose I push the shirt off your shoulders and it falls to the floor.
I reach up and run my hands down the molded plane of your chest, pausing
to caress a nipple and watch it respond to my touch.  I trace the line of
hair with my lips down the center of your chest and then blow into your
belly-button with a quick "pfffft." You start with surprise and giggle
like a child, covering your navel, as I grin impishly up at you.  But the
mood is broken.  You're no longer frozen in inactivity. And you reach for
me.

"I'd let my golden chances pass me by."

	You pull me against you, reaching behind me for the zipper on my
dress.  You pull it down and slide my dress off my shoulders.  You show
surprise at the fact that I wear no bra, only panties and thigh-highs. 
Suddenly I'm feeling like a virgin bride on her wedding night.  You've
never seen me like this.  And I start to panic, until I hear your
awe-filled voice say softly, "My God, you're beautiful."  You lift me up
and kiss me again, pressing my breasts hard against your chest, teasing my
nipples with the crisp hair that grows there.

"Soon you'd leave me.  Off you would go in the mist of day."

	You set me down on the bed then quickly remove the rest of your
clothes.  Your cock stands out proud and strong, and I marvel at it,
reaching to touch.  But you quickly dodge my hand.  I lift my hips as you
slide my panties down my legs.  You play with the stockings for a moment,
then leave them, your hand moving to the moist, dark curls at the apex of
my thighs, then up to play with a nipple. You lie down next to me and
replace the hand at my breast with your lips.  You suckle gently at one,
your hand playing with the other.  "Oooh, harder," I say, as I bring my
hand to the back of your head, the other hand trapped between us, barely
caressing your very live, moving cock. And you oblige, suckling harder and
scraping your teeth over the nipple.  Your hand moves back to my mound,
tangling your fingers in the hair and slipping lower to slide two fingers
into my very, very wet slit.  Your thumb brushes my clit and I arch
against you, forcing your fingers deeper in.  You continue for a moment
then remove your fingers, wrap both arms around me and roll.  Until I'm on
top, straddling your hips.

"Never, never to know ..."

	Your cock is perfectly positioned at the entrance to my cunt.  I
tilt up and slide back, and just the tip slips in.  We moan in unison.  I
try again, and you help by forcing your hips upward.  And he slides home. 
It feels like home ... you feel as if this is where you belong.  I sit
perfectly still, savoring the sensation — the fullness of you inside me. 
Then I begin to move, a gentle rocking motion like a rocking chair, or a
boat on the lake in a summer breeze.  You reach up and fondle my breasts
with wet fingers, bringing the nipples to hard points.  I brace myself
against you with one hand, the other seeks the juncture of our bodies,
stroking your cock as he slides in and out ... brushing my clit to add to
the building tension.  And it does build, gently and steadily, until we're
both gasping for breath and I feel your cock swell within me.  That puts
me over the top and my cunt starts to contract around you.    I feel a
rush of warmth deep inside as you join me ... you thrust up — once, twice,
three times more — pressing deep within until your cock stops pumping its
thick, viscous liquid.  As I try to catch my breath, I drop down to rest
my head against your chest.  You clasp me tightly to you and turn so that
we're both resting on our sides — still joined.  You kiss my forehead as I
stroke your face, and we settle down -- content and belonging.

"How I loved you."

	"I really should go home, now," you say, sleepily as my alarm goes
off.  We've slept in each other's arms the whole night.  Work will begin
in a few hours, but neither of us is in a hurry to get ready.  I move as
if to let you go, but you pull me tighter against you.

	I sigh contentedly and snuggle closer.  You smooth my hair and
kiss my forehead, the hand of the arm around me stroking my back.  My best
friend, now my lover.  Silly boy, I think to myself.  You are home.

"If I loved you."

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