Dramatic Role Part 2 in which I become Kerry Slater
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He laughed. “Here I am, making plans for the rest of the week and you? You don't even pretend that you are listening.”
Guiltily I avoided his gaze, looked down on the table instead. “Sorry, I was miles away.”
If not miles at least hours. Back to this morning. While I had been making another tea he had showered, dressed. Not a single word about what had happened. The whole day I had been in this state of confusion. After a more than satisfying breakfast at the cafe round the corner he had shown me the city. No word, no touch, nothing that acknowledged what we had done, that we had fucked.
It was back to friendship, that easygoing banter, avoiding everything that might go deeper. Once or twice – no, more than that- I had caught myself looking at his hands, longing for his touch. It had felt so good, natural. Did he look at me differently? I wasn't sure. Once I was nearly sure that he was looking at my skinny ass in the tight jeans shorts. Nearly.
“It all depends on the weather. No point in going to the beach if it rains.” I smiled. “I like the rain, rainy days.” His eyebrow rose and I felt the need to explain. “Well, it can be an excuse for not doing anything. Just staying in bed all day, listen to the sound of the rain, snuggling up with a cuppa and a good book.”
“Not with a boyfriend?” he teased me and I smiled a crooked smile. “They weren't into that kind of thing.” I stretched and reached for my can of cider, took a sip. The impulse to say some more, explain more was there but I fought it down.
He just looked at me. His piercing blue eyes fixed on me. Silence spread around us, grew into a warm comfy silence.
I let my mind wander again. Memories of his touch brought the longing again. Would he fuck me again? Had he satisfied his curiosity? Should I ask him, make the first move? But how? Never had I been good at this. All the little flirty games between men and women. What did he think of me? Looking up I caught his gaze. David smiled.
“Bed?” “Yes”, I answered without missing a beat and his smile turned into a grin. “You don't have to try to be polite, MacDonald. If you want something just ask for it.” I bit my lip. “And if I want more than I can get?” I murmured, turned my attention back to the can in my hand. “Without asking you'll never find out, will you?” I just shook my head. Clearly not, but I could keep my hopes, my fantasies.
He got up, stretched himself. “If I had not asked you this morning I would still wonder how you looked naked.” “Who knows?” I grinned, though my heart skipped a beat. This was the first time this was mentioned. He mentioned it.
“Yes, who knows...” smiling down on me he just stood there.
“Do you need another cider or do you want to go to bed and sleep?” Again his smile broadened into a grin. “Or would you fuck me here and now?”
Can halfway to my mouth I froze. Did he just say that or had I imagined the last bit? “Would you want me to?” Inwardly I groaned. Maybe one day I would attend one of these courses for flirting.
Suddenly earnest he sat down next to me on the sofa. “Only if you want it. Don't think you have to, just because you are staying with me.”
Slowly I shook my head. Paying for a stay with a fuck? That thought would never occur to me. 'Yes, because you would have to give change' the little voice in my head piped up and I closed my eyes. How could he want me – again?
Suddenly I felt his warm hand on my leg and flinched. He kept it there, pressed my thigh for a moment. “I like you. You choose. Now, later, whenever, never. But I want to be honest with you. I would love to feel you again, fuck you senseless. Now, later and whenever.”
No never. My mouth felt dry and I liked my lips. This was the hardest way to lose a friend. But worth it.
Slowly I opened my eyes, took a deep breath. I turned around and climbed onto his lap. Looking into his eyes I rubbed my crotch against his. “Now, later and whenever... sounds good to me.” His hands moved over my body. Fast, greedy, even hard. As hard as his cock. Even through our pants I could feel it. And I wanted it.
Reluctantly I reached out, touched his shoulders, felt his muscles move under the shirt. Closing my eyes I let my hands wander, explore him. Down his arms, finding a way under his shirt and up again. With my eyes closed every touch was intensified. His hands on my body,fighting to pull my tank top out of the shorts. His warm skin under my fingers, the hairs on his chest. His nipples hardening under my touch as I know mine were now under my shirt.
Fingers fumbling with my belt. Impatiently I reached down, opened it and reached out for his. Our fingers met and I sighed. I longed to feel them again, on me, in me. “Wait”, he whispered hoarsely and with his hands on my hips lifted me up. I opened my eyes again, looked at him. Second thoughts? But he just opened his pants and pulled them down with his shorts. Seeing his hard cock already leaking with precum made me smile.
Involuntarily I licked my lips. “You really want this?” It was less of a question, his voice was full of wondering. As if he could not believe it. Instead of replying I just opened my shorts. Straightening up I pulled them down, struggled to get them off me. Smiling he watched me, reached for my black panties. Without hesitating he slid his fingers inside, let them explore me once more. “When did that happen?” He sounded truly astonished now and I chuckled. I knew what he was referring to.
I was wet, more than ready for his fingers or his cock. “When I was miles away”, I murmured truthfully. Just thinking about him, memories and fantasies, had made me that horny. And I was so good at hiding it.
His brow furrowed for a moment but he said nothing as he freed me of that thing. I liked my lips again. Slowly I lowered myself on his lap. As I felt the tip of his dick at the entrance to my cunt I stopped. Just one moment to prepare myself for the short pain that would pass so quick and leave nothing but good feelings.
When he slid inside me David moaned loudly. He wanted me to fuck him. I started to move, slow at first, rising, lowering myself on his cock again. His hands slid to my ass, kneaded my firm cheeks and I moaned softly. My hands moved over his body, looking for a grip to steady myself.
Our eyes met. I had to look away. Fuck, what was I doing? Shagging my best friend. But it felt so good.
I quickened my pace, felt him deep inside me. He pulled me closer. One hand reached for my left tit, freed it from top and bra. Only an instant later he was sucking at my hard nipple, greedy, hard. Again I moaned, softly. My clit rubbed against his skin, faster, harder.
All conscious thoughts ceased. I was drifting, just feeling, fulfilling my, his, our need. His hips rose to meet mine. Involuntarily I arched my back and my nipple escaped his mouth. I heard and felt him moan close to my tit.
My body tensed up with anticipation. I was panting, felt it. His hard cock inside me, skin on skin. The only sound in the room our panting, the slapping sound of skin on skin.
But the orgasm still came as a surprise. “Oh fuck”, I gasped, pressed myself down on his lap and leaned against him. Trembling I rested there. My heart beat fast, I felt a bead of sweat trickling down my spine. His hands were on my hips again, so intense. He did not give me a break. Even in this position he started to fuck me. Short but powerful thrusts, intense. Just as I was recovering he came. Moaning loudly he gripped me harder, pushed himself as deep as he could.
His cock pulsated inside me. I could feel his cum. Licking my lips I let out a sigh, rested my head on his shoulder. For a long moment we just sat there. Our need satisfied, sweat cooling on our bodies.
“Can we go to bed now?” I murmured. -->
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