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Janet and I had been friends for years. As we’re both at the age of 25, we’ve been friends for roughly a decade. In that entire span of time we never dated or let our respective lusts get the better of us. Instead, we’ve remained the quite close friends and let fairly regular flirtation weave its way into of the majority of our conversations and interactions. Nothing especially overt, but occasional romance, silly sexuality, or blunt lust found its way between us.
The range of these moments seem to run wide. From a stare lingering longer than it should, a running commentary on drool-worthy cleavage, a nod to the sparkle in her eyes when we were out for dinner…it all depended on the moment. Of course I shouldn’t highlight my own flirtatious indulgences and neglect those she preferred. Janet had no problem pursuing her own moments of heart-felt spontaneity and lust. Be it a playful squeeze of a jean-clad hard-on during a sexual scene in a movie, or stealing a quick kiss on the cheek and pausing a moment too long after a long night on the town.
In short, we both had our moments of desire and intrigue, but over the years we always managed to either stay at least a few steps away from action or find the timing wrong to act on any particular urges. However, things always have a way of changing. I suppose I should describe Janet and myself at this point. I’m fairly common in my appearance. 5’10’, mid-length light brown hair, blue eyes, and average build. Nothing terribly exceptional. Janet, on the other hand, was a vision at any given moment. She’s Asian, about 5’3′, has long dark hair reaching to the small of her back, and eyes that are as soulful as they are flirtatious. Her curves were just about perfect for her size. Her breasts were a moderately overflowing B-cup or just slightly short of a C-cup, and in either case seemed flawless. Of course, her ass had only the slighteset of curves to it. However, her breasts and ass fit her frame perfectly.
The night in question was…at least slightly remarkable. Janet had taken the night away from her current boyfriend to drown her sorrows with me. Or, to be a bit more honest, I had recently discovered that my girlfriend of the past two years had been cheating on me for some time. That relationship seemed shattered beyond repair, and Janet was joining me in a night of drinking as I attempted to move forward. So, while her and her boyfriend of the moment were on the rocks, my relationship had fully ended. And so we fell to our escapes as we bar-hopped. Our escapades, though, were of less interest for this particular story and on this particular site than what happened as the night ended. So, after that lengthy introduction, let me begin-
I stumbled drunkenly into Janet as we headed toward the curb. My hands were clumsily finding her shoulders in an attempt to keep balance, and she was focusing on hailing a cab to get us both home for the night. As she attempted to flag down the few cabs readily available, my hands slid down her lithe frame. They rested briefly, and happily, or the curves of her breasts. She half-heartedly shrugged them off, but as they remained and stole a gentle squeeze or two, she paid no more attention. Within moments she found a cab, and we were on our way to her apartment. The drive was uneventful as I rested my head on her shoulder and tried desperately to maintain some loose grasp on where the blurs of reality ended and the blurs of my intoxication began. I vaguely remember being guided with few words up to her apartment, and stumbling to her bedroom. There wasn’t a particular plan on her part, as her primary concern seemed to be getting my hopelessly intoxicated ass into bed to sleep off the night. However, it wasn’t a plan on my part either. Years of lingering desire and affection had taken their toll, and with enough alcohol in my system I couldn’t help but act.
As she helped me take off my shirt, I acted. I let my hands rest on either side of her waist and pulled her down to where I sat, on the edge of her bed. I kissed her, our first real kiss. Even in the cloud of alcohol I expected her to stop me, push me away, or insist that we stop. But…she didn’t. Maybe it was the remnant of the many drinks of the night, but her kiss tasted slightly of strawberry. Her tongue responded to mine with vigor and desire I wouldn’t have imagined possible. As I guided her now slightly limp frame onto the bed, her hands found their way to my bare back. Her fingers, so gentle and delicate, were now raking their fingernails roughly down my back. The pain was negligible, even though I couldn’t be certain if blood may have been drawn — but even if it were, it was only barely so. Our lips separated for a moment or two, and her top was being pulled off by both our hands. I barely noticed the black lace of her bra before she had the hooks unclasped and was ripping it off.
I’ve always been a breast man. Great legs or a luscious ass are mesmerizing, but a perfect pair of tits can put both to shame. If Janet’s assets in this department weren’t perfect, they were something close. I never was really sure, but I’d say their size seemed to hover somewhere between a full B or barely a C. Maybe small by some standards, but they matched her frame well. Her hands rested behind my head for a moment before guiding it to her breasts. I didn’t need more of an invitation than that to act. My mouth fell readily to one of her dark, brown nipples. I licked and suckled briefly — first one, then the other. Testing the waters, so to speak, I began more roughly toying with them with my teeth. The lightest of grazes and bites, all the while letting my hands fondle the suppleness of her breasts. Her fingers played with my hair a little, still holding my head against her breasts. Her moans, soft and barely audible, spurred me into more rough play. Whatever drunkenness weighed my mind before had faded away to her moans.
My lips left her nipples unwillingly as I pulled back. She made a deep sound from her throat, one of protest and desire. Her hair was loose and slightly wild, and her eyes matched. They seemed full of longing and lust, and it was hard to say which of the two dominated more. My hands rested briefly on her waist and I rolled her off me, laying her down on the bed. Holding her close, I kissed her again. The playful teasing of her tongue and gentle pressure of her lips was a sweet pleasure. Her soft breasts were pressed hard against my chest, and her hands rested on my back as they held me close. My own hands ran through her long hair first, eventually leaving it to take a squeeze or two from her firm ass. As I squeezed, her crotch raised to mine slightly. My lips left her own and kissed slowly down her chin and to her neck. There I lingered briefly, kissing and biting ever-so-softly. Of course, whiling doing this my hands were working to remove her jeans…
It wasn’t long before her jeans were slipping down her hips, her legs, and being tossed to the floor carelessly. Her matching black, lace thong joined it quickly. The thinnest trail of trimmed bush sat above her pussy, and before I could think to do anything her fingers spread her pussy open slightly. Her eyes were on me as she began to finger herself quickly…
‘Chris…I don’t know how many nights I’ve lain her, fingering myself like I am now…wishing you’d do it for me. Do you like it? Watching me finger-fuck myself for you?’
‘Yes…but not as much as if I was doing it myself…’
I laid back down next to her, pulling her body next to my own. Her eyes stayed on mine, but her fingers didn’t stop their work. My hand rested on hers briefly, and I began fingering her slowly. She was soaking wet, and her tight, little pussy managed to accommodate them nicely. Her hand, with fingers still slick from her own wetness, rested on my cheek. It trailed briefly along and I opened my mouth, hopeful for my first chance to taste her juices. She readily indulged me, placing both slick fingers into my mouth…and I sucked them clean. Her ta
ste was more intoxicating than the various drinks of the night. Her fingers found their way behind my neck, and pulled my head to her neck. I bit and kissed her neck softly, and she whispered for me to finger her faster. Before increasing my pace, I fit a third finger inside her. She gave a soft yelp, something between surprise and pleasure, but it quickly became moans as the pace quickened. Her clit, swollen but neglected up until this moment, experienced its first teasing as well. By this point her hips were grinding into my hand and her teeth were biting her lower lip. As I withdrew my fingers, a disappointed sound left her throat. I took a moment to lick her wetness from my hand and, after a moment of consideration, leaned to her pussy and softly circled my tongue around her clit before flicking it gently with the very tip of my tongue. It seemed to surprise and please her quite well, and I felt similarly about the taste of her pussy… But I didn’t want her orgasm to come from my tongue or fingers. As I stood up briefly to remove my pants, Janet seemed to be in agreement with that sentiment.
My fingers went to work unbuttoning my jeans as quickly as they could manage. Janet, apparently, didn’t have the patience to wait for me. She pulled me back to her on the bed, and yanked my pants and boxers off with a couple quick motions. My dick was hard and ready, standing erect at eight inches. She mounted me carefully, watching me. Her eyes locked on mine as she guided my hard eight inch cock into her wet, ready pussy. My hands explored her body readily again as she rode me slowly. I held her sides while trying to guide her to a quicker pace, caressed her breasts lovingly (occasionally squeezed them more roughly), and held her close while thrusting as deeply as I could. She kept herself busy as well, and seemed to enjoy the control of riding me as slowly or as quickly as she desired. Her fingernails began again digging further into my back, and her eyes seemed to sparkle at the mixture of nearly silent gasps of pain and, almost immediately afterwards, deep moans of desire.
But, alas, all good things must find their ends. Seeming to sense that our night of pleasure was nearing its end, Janet leaned down to my neck and bit a good deal harder than I had expected. I managed one last thrust into her warmth before cumming like never before. Her deep, throaty moans seemed to mimic a similar end to our night. And, while I woke up with one hell of a hangover the next night, I can honestly say that was the best night out I’ve had in my life.
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