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For the last ten years, I had watched my daughter and step daughter grow up with one of my best friend's kids. Brandy was married to a guy who was a total asshole. Her two boys and daughter had been my girls best friends for the longest time. My girls spent the night at her house on endless occasions. Her kids spent the night at my house just as much. What really was mind boggling, as cute as hell as she was, and as well as we'd gotten along, we'd never done "anything" inappropriate. Literally, I had never even given her so much as a hug.
One night, I'd dropped off my youngest daughter at her house because I had to work a late swing shift. I was in the hall talking to her when my cell phone rang. It was work, calling to tell me they'd handled the case I was going in to work on, so I didn't have to come in.
This had happened on occasion, and I'd typically talk to her, and she'd tell me to leave the girls there because they were already sleeping. It was easier than packing them up and dragging them back out, and I could just pick them up in the morning before school. It was that good of a friendship.
Until one night when I'd dropped my kids off at her house, and the conversation didn't stop with a simple "goodbye" in the hallway.
Brandy and I were talking, and I'd told her again, as it happened, that work informed me I didn't have to come in that evening, so I could head home, and simply take comp time, building up my vacation. I was prepared to leave, when, suddenly, without warning, Brandy said to me, "The kids are sleeping upstairs in the bedroom. Why not just stay and hang out. We can watch a movie or something."
I nodded, said that was fine, sounded like a cool idea, and watched as she headed into the kitchen to get some drinks and she told me she'd get some snacks so we could hang out. I'm not sure what prompted it, but I found myself staring at her little bubbly ass as she walked out of the room.
And without realizing it, I felt my dick get hard.
I'm not sure if it was for the fact that I was married to a prude who didn't like sex. I'm not sure if it was for the fact that I'd always wanted to fuck her, but never pushed it or crossed that line. I just didn't want to get rejected if she wasn't into me, or screw up a perfectly good friendship. I also knew her husband, a complete asshole, had always suspected us of cheating and sleeping together. I partially wanted to give him that satisfaction of knowing, and partially didn't want the drama and bullshit I knew that would go along with it if it ever came out.
But as Brandy walked back into the room, I could not stop staring at her boobs. I had never realized how fucking sexy her chest looked on her petite little body. Nor had I really ever paid close attention to the curves of her little hips. Her little flat stomach. Nor had I really ever paid attention when she smiled, how she had dimples in her chin.
I guess either it was hormones, or the fact I hadn't really spent kind of alone time with her in the past. It was never more than a few minutes here and there, or on occasion, when we'd socialize with her husband, he always controlled the entire conversation. My wife rarely said a word. I barely got a word in and Brandy didn't even bother. She told me on numerous occasion that her husband Mike would get pissed off later, and call her out, saying she was trying to make him look dumb. It wasn't hard to do. He really was a fucking idiot.
We'd gotten a movie in the DVD player, and I'd gotten comfortable on the couch. I was in jeans and a sweatshirt, allowable clothes for my job as it was a casual dress position. Brandy was wearing jeans and a t-shirt. As she stretched out on the couch, I saw her boobs press up against her t-shirt, and I don't know why, but wondered if she was wearing a bra. And as I glanced at her, all I could think about was, "God I want to see what her boobs look like."
She caught me staring. I knew I was nailed. I felt my face growing red. I didn't know what she would do or say. I really wasn't sure, as she was so unpredictable and spontaneous. But I was completely caught off guard and shocked when, without warning, she climbed up off the couch, and moved next to me.
"What's going on?" Brandy said to me.
"Nothing, why do you ask?" I responded.
"Well, you were staring at me. Your face is all red. I dunno, I guess I never really realized you ever paid much attention to me." Brandy said.
And I don't know what the fuck I was thinking, but I just reached over, pulled her head towards me, saw her kind of gasp in shock, and I kissed her hard, firm, and passionately on the mouth.
She pulled back for a second, looked at me in shock and amazement, and finally after a couple of seconds, said to me in amazement, "Holy shit. What the fuck was that?"
I just looked at her, embarrassed, and feeling really fucking stupid. "Fuck. I don't know. I guess I always wanted to do that. I'm sorry. Shit, that was just fucking dumb."
She looked at me like I was on crack or something, and said, bluntly and very forward, "What the fuck? I'm not complaining. That was really amazing. It felt really fucking good. Shit dude I haven't been kissed that way in probably 5 years."
I was absolutely shocked. Speechless for a second, I couldn't talk. She finally talked for me, laughing, and said, "Cat got your tongue? I've never in the life of our friendship known you to not know what to say. This is the funniest shit I've ever seen." Brandy said, laughing.
I finally responded, "Well, I didn't expect that from you. I guess I wasn't sure what to expect. I mean, we've been friends forever, our kids have grown up together, we're both married, my wife is a lame ass prude, your husband is a fucking asshole. It's like something out of the Springer show."
Brandy laughed. She looked at me, laughed again, and finally said, "Well, I didn't tell you to stop kissing me." and looked at me.
So I did it again.
I moved over, slid up against her, looked at her in the face, and moved forward. She moved her head, tilted it slightly over, and I kissed her. Goddamn, that kiss, my tongue in her mouth, my hand behind her head, pulling her against me, our lips against each other, literally swallowing each other, felt like it lasted for an hour.
When I pulled back, finally, she glanced backwards, looking up the stairs, and finally said, "God. I'm not saying this to freak or weird you out. But I am so fucking wet right now, I can't even stand it."
I just sat there, looking at her on the couch, and said, "When is your husband going to be home?"
She looked at the clock on the wall, looked at her watch, and said, "I forgot to tell you. The asshole is out of town until Sunday night about midnight. It's late enough, I could probably call him now if you want. Break it up a bit, let us breathe (she laughed as she said it), and not give him a reason to leave, come home, or do something stupid."
I just looked at her, and said, "Where is he?" and waited to hear her response, to which she responded, "Grand Rapids. About 2 1/2 hours away. He won't be back until the end of the weekend. I know for a fact he carpooled with a guy from work, because I have the car. His truck is in the shop and won't be out until mid next week."
Brandy picked up the phone, and got her husband on the phone. Within a couple of minutes, they were arguing about something. She finally said, "Do what you want. We don't have the money, but what the fuck ever. I always figure it out. Yeah. I always figure it out. Have your cheap shitty fun. Bye!" and she hung up on him.
Looking at her, I suspected our night was over. She was angry, pissed off, and, upon asking her, she started venting about all of the marriage bullshit with him. I told her, "I always knew he was a fucking asshole," to which she responded, "You don't know the half of it. But I really don't want to talk about him."
I was sitting on the couch and without warning, she walked up to me, in her jeans and t-shirt, her boobs pressing against her t-shirt, pushing out on her skinny body. She pressed up against me, pushing me back against the couch.
I looked up the stairs, and she whispered, "We'll be quiet. Why not take advantage of a good thing? You're not afraid of a good time are you?" Brandy giggled.
I pushed my mouth against hers, forced her mouth open with my tongue, pulled her body against mine, and within a couple of seconds, she was straddling me on the couch, riding me with her jeans on my jeans, her t-shirt pushed against my sweatshirt, and we were grinding into the couch. I kept looking up the stairs, and I don't think she was too concerned. She glanced at me, and without a word, pulled off her t-shirt.
I just sat there, staring at an amazing fucking sexy pair of boobs in a simple white bra. I looked at her, and she shrugged and said, "Husband is an asshole. I don't wear sexy shit. Sorry, if I'd known we were going to get our hormones in an uproar, I might have put something kinky on for you."
I just laughed, and finally responded, "Well, don't dress up for me. Rather, why not undress?" I pulled her against me again. Riding me, pushing her mouth against mine, we were kissing so hard we were gasping. I had my hands on her boobs, cupping them in her bra, hearing her gasp, hearing her moan, pant, and finally say, "Oh fuck. Goddamn, I feel so fucking good. Please keep going."
Here I was, on one of my best friend's couches, making out with her, feeling up her boobs, getting a massive hard-on, feeling her grind into me, riding her hips, and our kids were upstairs in the bedroom sleeping.
God I desperately wanted to fuck her.
To be continued...
One night, I'd dropped off my youngest daughter at her house because I had to work a late swing shift. I was in the hall talking to her when my cell phone rang. It was work, calling to tell me they'd handled the case I was going in to work on, so I didn't have to come in.
This had happened on occasion, and I'd typically talk to her, and she'd tell me to leave the girls there because they were already sleeping. It was easier than packing them up and dragging them back out, and I could just pick them up in the morning before school. It was that good of a friendship.
Until one night when I'd dropped my kids off at her house, and the conversation didn't stop with a simple "goodbye" in the hallway.
Brandy and I were talking, and I'd told her again, as it happened, that work informed me I didn't have to come in that evening, so I could head home, and simply take comp time, building up my vacation. I was prepared to leave, when, suddenly, without warning, Brandy said to me, "The kids are sleeping upstairs in the bedroom. Why not just stay and hang out. We can watch a movie or something."
I nodded, said that was fine, sounded like a cool idea, and watched as she headed into the kitchen to get some drinks and she told me she'd get some snacks so we could hang out. I'm not sure what prompted it, but I found myself staring at her little bubbly ass as she walked out of the room.
And without realizing it, I felt my dick get hard.
I'm not sure if it was for the fact that I was married to a prude who didn't like sex. I'm not sure if it was for the fact that I'd always wanted to fuck her, but never pushed it or crossed that line. I just didn't want to get rejected if she wasn't into me, or screw up a perfectly good friendship. I also knew her husband, a complete asshole, had always suspected us of cheating and sleeping together. I partially wanted to give him that satisfaction of knowing, and partially didn't want the drama and bullshit I knew that would go along with it if it ever came out.
But as Brandy walked back into the room, I could not stop staring at her boobs. I had never realized how fucking sexy her chest looked on her petite little body. Nor had I really ever paid close attention to the curves of her little hips. Her little flat stomach. Nor had I really ever paid attention when she smiled, how she had dimples in her chin.
I guess either it was hormones, or the fact I hadn't really spent kind of alone time with her in the past. It was never more than a few minutes here and there, or on occasion, when we'd socialize with her husband, he always controlled the entire conversation. My wife rarely said a word. I barely got a word in and Brandy didn't even bother. She told me on numerous occasion that her husband Mike would get pissed off later, and call her out, saying she was trying to make him look dumb. It wasn't hard to do. He really was a fucking idiot.
We'd gotten a movie in the DVD player, and I'd gotten comfortable on the couch. I was in jeans and a sweatshirt, allowable clothes for my job as it was a casual dress position. Brandy was wearing jeans and a t-shirt. As she stretched out on the couch, I saw her boobs press up against her t-shirt, and I don't know why, but wondered if she was wearing a bra. And as I glanced at her, all I could think about was, "God I want to see what her boobs look like."
She caught me staring. I knew I was nailed. I felt my face growing red. I didn't know what she would do or say. I really wasn't sure, as she was so unpredictable and spontaneous. But I was completely caught off guard and shocked when, without warning, she climbed up off the couch, and moved next to me.
"What's going on?" Brandy said to me.
"Nothing, why do you ask?" I responded.
"Well, you were staring at me. Your face is all red. I dunno, I guess I never really realized you ever paid much attention to me." Brandy said.
And I don't know what the fuck I was thinking, but I just reached over, pulled her head towards me, saw her kind of gasp in shock, and I kissed her hard, firm, and passionately on the mouth.
She pulled back for a second, looked at me in shock and amazement, and finally after a couple of seconds, said to me in amazement, "Holy shit. What the fuck was that?"
I just looked at her, embarrassed, and feeling really fucking stupid. "Fuck. I don't know. I guess I always wanted to do that. I'm sorry. Shit, that was just fucking dumb."
She looked at me like I was on crack or something, and said, bluntly and very forward, "What the fuck? I'm not complaining. That was really amazing. It felt really fucking good. Shit dude I haven't been kissed that way in probably 5 years."
I was absolutely shocked. Speechless for a second, I couldn't talk. She finally talked for me, laughing, and said, "Cat got your tongue? I've never in the life of our friendship known you to not know what to say. This is the funniest shit I've ever seen." Brandy said, laughing.
I finally responded, "Well, I didn't expect that from you. I guess I wasn't sure what to expect. I mean, we've been friends forever, our kids have grown up together, we're both married, my wife is a lame ass prude, your husband is a fucking asshole. It's like something out of the Springer show."
Brandy laughed. She looked at me, laughed again, and finally said, "Well, I didn't tell you to stop kissing me." and looked at me.
So I did it again.
I moved over, slid up against her, looked at her in the face, and moved forward. She moved her head, tilted it slightly over, and I kissed her. Goddamn, that kiss, my tongue in her mouth, my hand behind her head, pulling her against me, our lips against each other, literally swallowing each other, felt like it lasted for an hour.
When I pulled back, finally, she glanced backwards, looking up the stairs, and finally said, "God. I'm not saying this to freak or weird you out. But I am so fucking wet right now, I can't even stand it."
I just sat there, looking at her on the couch, and said, "When is your husband going to be home?"
She looked at the clock on the wall, looked at her watch, and said, "I forgot to tell you. The asshole is out of town until Sunday night about midnight. It's late enough, I could probably call him now if you want. Break it up a bit, let us breathe (she laughed as she said it), and not give him a reason to leave, come home, or do something stupid."
I just looked at her, and said, "Where is he?" and waited to hear her response, to which she responded, "Grand Rapids. About 2 1/2 hours away. He won't be back until the end of the weekend. I know for a fact he carpooled with a guy from work, because I have the car. His truck is in the shop and won't be out until mid next week."
Brandy picked up the phone, and got her husband on the phone. Within a couple of minutes, they were arguing about something. She finally said, "Do what you want. We don't have the money, but what the fuck ever. I always figure it out. Yeah. I always figure it out. Have your cheap shitty fun. Bye!" and she hung up on him.
Looking at her, I suspected our night was over. She was angry, pissed off, and, upon asking her, she started venting about all of the marriage bullshit with him. I told her, "I always knew he was a fucking asshole," to which she responded, "You don't know the half of it. But I really don't want to talk about him."
I was sitting on the couch and without warning, she walked up to me, in her jeans and t-shirt, her boobs pressing against her t-shirt, pushing out on her skinny body. She pressed up against me, pushing me back against the couch.
I looked up the stairs, and she whispered, "We'll be quiet. Why not take advantage of a good thing? You're not afraid of a good time are you?" Brandy giggled.
I pushed my mouth against hers, forced her mouth open with my tongue, pulled her body against mine, and within a couple of seconds, she was straddling me on the couch, riding me with her jeans on my jeans, her t-shirt pushed against my sweatshirt, and we were grinding into the couch. I kept looking up the stairs, and I don't think she was too concerned. She glanced at me, and without a word, pulled off her t-shirt.
I just sat there, staring at an amazing fucking sexy pair of boobs in a simple white bra. I looked at her, and she shrugged and said, "Husband is an asshole. I don't wear sexy shit. Sorry, if I'd known we were going to get our hormones in an uproar, I might have put something kinky on for you."
I just laughed, and finally responded, "Well, don't dress up for me. Rather, why not undress?" I pulled her against me again. Riding me, pushing her mouth against mine, we were kissing so hard we were gasping. I had my hands on her boobs, cupping them in her bra, hearing her gasp, hearing her moan, pant, and finally say, "Oh fuck. Goddamn, I feel so fucking good. Please keep going."
Here I was, on one of my best friend's couches, making out with her, feeling up her boobs, getting a massive hard-on, feeling her grind into me, riding her hips, and our kids were upstairs in the bedroom sleeping.
God I desperately wanted to fuck her.
To be continued...
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