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Subject: {ASS} New Story: "Friendship" by Hawk Richards (M/F)
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"Friendship"
(c) Hawk Richards 11/22/97 aprx. 1200 wrds.
HawkRds@aol.com
I thought I knew where the relationship was heading -- she said, "Friends
first, and then we'll see where that leads us," -- but that wasn't the
message I received from Sharon's actions. Up until that moment in my life
when a woman grabbed my willy, it meant she wanted to do the nasty, the hurly
burly, or (as some people call it) the horizontal mambo; on the other hand,
she could have wanted something to hold onto as she confused the hell out of
me. I had a hunch it was the latter; nevertheless, I was ready for anything.
Either way, it just so happened that I had a very convenient appendage for
her to grip. I didn't know what to think, especially when she told me about
her jealous boyfriend that could come home at any minute.
"I thought you said --" I started to say. However, I couldn't finish my
sentence because she shoved her tongue down my throat. Apparently, she had
other ideas of what made a friendship work, but I wasn't about to disagree
with her at that moment in time; in fact, I delved into the situation with
such passion that I forgot all about her jealous boyfriend.
As I had managed to get one hand firmly planted between her legs and the
other under her sweater, she broke the kiss in mid-tongue maneuver. "You're
right, you know--" Sharon paused, pushing me away from her. "What was I
thinking? Here I go and give you a big speech about being friends, and then
I try to jump your bones. I'm sorry. S'not right, is it?"
My blood pressure rose and burned my face an angry red; veins in my forehead
popped as I tried to think of what to say; freshly thought out verbiage
spouted from my lips, which seemed like flowery bullshit, probably because it
was.
"Well, I understand completely --" I said sheepishly, as I started to
unbutton her blouse. "Friendship is very important, especially to me. I
feel that friends should express their feelings towards one another, don't
you?"
"How do you feel about me?" she asked.
I answered her with a passionate kiss. It was the kind that takes the
breathe right out of you; lotsa tongue. Our mouths pressed against each
other in desire; our lips mashed together in a desperate attempt to quench
our hunger. Teasing nibbles and licks ensued as we paused only slightly to
catch our breaths. The loss of contact between us for even the shortest time
was much too long for us to bear. While our mouths devoured each other in
sensuous kisses, the craving for something more spurred me to tear her silk
blouse from her body, revealing her lacy brassiere, which held nothing to the
imagination. I didn't fight the urge to kiss her delicious neck, the
delicate curve at the base, which formed that tasty hollow before her
breastbone, and down to her cleavage where my hands kneaded, caressed, and
teased the soft flesh of her bosom.
"You are such a good friend, Rich," she said. "Let me help you."
After nudging me out of the way, Sharon unclasped her bra, which let the full
mass of her two beautiful breasts billow out of the constraint of her frilly
undergarment. She cupped them in her hands, squeezing them together, while
giving me a come hither look with her hazel eyes that sparkled with passion,
desire and sensual awareness. I could tell her "turn on" was to use her
sexual wiles to get a reaction out of a guy like me-- especially me! -- and
she was good at it, too.
I buried my head in her cleavage; kissing, licking and drowning in the sweet
smelling pillows that surrounded my eyes, nose and mouth. I explored the
curves of each breast as I found my way to pinnacle of each, where I
gratefully suckled the erect nipples, feeling them harden under my expert
care.
Luckily, she was wearing a short mini-skirt that barely covered her. I used
the easy access to her panty-covered crotch. My hand tested the waters, and
they were flowing; she was ready. I couldn't help but prolong the sensual
torture that I had begun. I kissed her inner thigh, inhaling the musky
aroma, which made me light headed with the passionate resolve to taste her
treasure.
I brushed my nose against her; my lips were within inches of her mound.
Sharon lifted her bottom off the couch, and I pulled her panties off over
her long, smooth legs. After tossing the panties into the growing pile of
garments on the floor, I ran my hand up her thigh to her curly patch of
blonde fuzz. Her sex, soft and supple, was almost dripping with her desire
as I trailed my finger down the outer lips, which jiggled obscenely. The
folds of flesh, sensitive to the slightest touch, were open for me, taunting
me, begging me to relish them.
Without a moment's hesitation, I clasped my mouth onto her open sex --
swabbing my tongue over the slick coral-colored slit. Using my fingers, I
found her clitoris, which stood proudly erect, waiting impatiently for me to
savor with my hungry lips.
Sharon begged me with that breathy voice of hers to take her, to fuck her and
make her come. She pleaded for me to stick it in, but I didn't let up. I
clung on to her, bringing her to the peak of arousal, but never let her get
off. Several times, I took her to the precipice of a climax, yet I did not
relinquish control over her. I refused to give up my passionate torment.
But, I couldn't wait any longer; I needed relief. After dropping my
trousers, I waved my dangling thickness at her as it bobbed with each beat of
my heart. She wanted cock, and she got it.
The time for pleasantries were over, no more foreplay. I placed the head of
my shaft at her entrance, and felt little resistance as my cock slid in
perfectly. I felt the warmth and the tightness around my shaft as I drove it
deep within her. Her breathing, harsh and ragged, heaved her breasts back
and forth in jiggling circles. I clasped my mouth around the moving target,
an erect nipple. And, I suckled it, nibbling almost harshly at the rubbery
flesh.
It didn't take long for her to let loose a cry of pleasure as her orgasm tore
through her body, making her body rigid before each quake of orgasmic bliss.
I was close to climax, too. And, my thrusts became deeper as I responded to
her contractions -- forcing myself to plow deeply within her, which made my
balls slap harshly into her with each shoving plunge. Finally, I erupted
inside of her, and became weaker with each spurt of my seed, almost
collapsing on top of her.
We snuggled up together on the couch, kissing during the aftermath of our
union. Soon, I saw her glancing at the clock, which made my heart sink. I
had completely forgotten about the jealous boyfriend, and part of me hoped
that was just a ploy she had made up so that she could give me the "friends"
speech.
"I think you'd better be going, soon. Jeff will be here any minute!" she
said. "I didn't realize how late it was."
I dressed quickly with the trademark pouting lower lip, which only got me a
look of sympathy and a pat on the back to hurry out the door.
"Thank you for an enjoyable evening," she said.
"Hey, that's what friends are for, right?" I replied, as a burly jealous
boyfriend-type rounded the corner.
(c) Hawk Richards (hawkrds@aol.com) All rights reserved.
Author Notes:
1.) willy - another name for "cock"; also called "penis", "dick", "sex
torpedo", "uncle schmecky", "rod", "shaft", "monkey", "one eyed weasel", or
my personal favorite "thingy."
"Wanna meet my Uncle Schmecky?" he asked.
"Mmm, I want some cock," she moaned.
"Would you like fries with that?" he asked.
2.) the nasty, the hurly burly, or the horizontal mambo - are all nicknames
for the act of fucking -- go figure. Some call it a roll in the hay,
screwing, or even hammering. (I still haven't figured out what carpentry has
to do with it though.)
If you have any other questions, then please feel free to ask.
--
Hawk Richards
hawkRds@aol.com
Hawk Richards' Storyboard
http://members.aol.com/HawkRds
"Life is short -- Just do it."
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