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"Friendship"
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"Friendship"
(c) Hawk Richards
HRICHARDS@prodigy.net
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. However, 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, 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 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 think?"
"How do you feel about me?" she asked.
I answered her with a passionate kiss. It was the kind that takes the
breath 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 breathes; the loss of contact between us,
much too long for us to bear. While our mouths devoured each other
in sensuous kisses, the craving for 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-flecked 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 between in her cleavage, kissing, licking and
drowning in the sweet smelling flesh 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. But, 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
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 piles of garments on the floor, I ran my hand up her
thigh to her curly patch of blonde fuzz. Her sex, soft and supple to
the touch, was almost dripping with her desire as I trailed my finger
down the cuntal lips, which jiggled obscenely. The folds of flesh,
sensitive to the slightest touch, were open for me, taunting me,
begging me to taste 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. 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 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 giant rounded the corner.
(c) Hawk Richards
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