by Shara Azod
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Escaping the Friend Zone
The friend zone. Surria had kept Dominic in the friend zone since the second grade. Some nonsense about interracial relationships not being socially acceptable. Like anyone in this podunk town would give a flying fuck. There just weren’t enough people to go around unless you were going to date your cousin. Dominic wasn’t attracted to any of his cousins – that would be like being attracted to your sister. Yeah, he was country but that was a bridge too far. Surria on the other hand was just the kind of woman he could see spending a great deal of time inside. The woman had his dick hard since the seventh grade, and by the looks of it she had no intention of putting him out of his misery.
Yet she could drag him down to the county fair to see some local country rock band, a sad attempt of someone trying to be Lynard Skynard. For an African American she had curious tastes. At least there were no little kids running around. The concert sold booze so ID was required at the door. Well, gate. The field they were in reminded him of the documentaries he'd seen of Woodstock.
What really killed him was the tiny little denim skirt Surria was sporting. As she bounced up and down in front of him, he swore he could see the bottom cheeks of her ass. Screw a hard on, he was throbbing; pre-cum leaking out of the head of his cock like it was crying for the woman it had wanted his entire adult life. Because he was a good deal taller than diminutive tease he could see her perky little breasts bobbing to the beat. Of course she wasn't wearing a bra under that colorful tank top. That would be too much of a kindness to his overactive libido, wouldn’t it?
Sometimes Dominic had to wonder if Surria had any clue how sexy she was. To him, she had always been the most beautiful girl in the world. Blessed with dark reddish-brown skin that seemed to glow in sunlight, the biggest deep brown eyes that tilted up in the corner surrounded by thick, long lashes, and a mouth that just begged to be kissed, she turned heads everywhere she went and never seemed to notice. The summer between junior high and high school had been pure hell for Dominic, watching her formerly lanky body start to soften and plumb in all the right areas had him jumping in the local lake to hide his reaction to his best friend in her skimpy summer clothes.
Things hadn’t gotten any easier as they grew older. Surria had filled out quite nicely. She had the kind of unconscious sensuality that made a man sweat, panting for just a tiny bit of her attention. Over the years, Dominic had acted like a dog with a bone, not letting any of her so-called boyfriends come between them, running each and every one of the off eventually. She was his, always had been. Those softly rounded hips bouncing in front of him were made just for him. That saucy smirk she got on her face was a look that was designed for him and him alone. That delightful handful of a woman was born to be his wife.
“If you don’t stop, I swear I am going to fuck you right here,” Dominic leaned down to whisper in her ear. The problem was that she never took him seriously whenever he warned her of her imminent seduction for teasing him. Like now. Instead of even bothering to turn around to see if he was kidding, she had the audacity to stick her ass out and wiggle it right against his crotch.
Dominic glanced around at the crowd. No one was paying them the lease bit of attention. The god-awful band seemed to be popular, though he couldn’t wrap his head around why. Fine. She wanted to push him beyond the limits of a castrated saint, fine – she was going to get exactly what she’d been aiming for since she let him kiss her behind the school when they were thirteen. Only this time, there would be no running home laughing, leaving him with a hard on he had no idea what to do with.
All around them, people shouted and danced and jumped, encouraging the band. Occasionally, someone bumped into them, but no one really paid attention to anyone else. They were right up front next to the stage on the railing area. Surria would step up on the railing and lean over occasionally. Dominic was certain it was to give him a good view of her luscious ass because she would glance back over her shoulder and grin at him mischievously. Damn the woman! She would be the death of him, if death by boner were possible.
Unable to take another second of her teasing torment, Dominic framed her body with his larger one, gripping the metal bars of the rail on either side of her. She didn't acknowledge him, but continued to bob up and down, yelling at the band and singing along with them just like everyone else. He ground his hips against her butt, nestling the hard ridge of his cock into the crack of her ass through the denim. They fit perfectly. This woman was made for him; he knew it in his bones. He’d known that for years, he’d just been waiting for her to realize it.
He stood there for several moments letting her bounce, stroking his cock with her buttocks. If she knew what he was doing, she didn't let on. At least, not at first. When she arched her back slightly, driving her ass harder against him, he realized she knew exactly what she was doing. That little minx! Just who was seducing whom here? She may have teased him verbally, may have ground against him a time or two, but she’d never gone this far in the twenty five years he’s known her.
Carefully, glancing around them quickly to make sure they were still unnoticed, Dominic let his palm slide slowly up the silky expanse of skin on her thigh up to the hem of that ridiculously short skirt. He caressed every inch he could, letting his finger graze just underneath the denim. When he made his way to her inner thigh and higher, reaching his fingers as far upward as he could without just yanking the thing up over her hips like he wanted to, he found nothing but bare flesh. The little vixen had "forgotten" her panties. Except when she glanced coyly over her shoulder at him, he knew she'd done it on purpose. It made his dick jump just thinking about it. How many other times had she done this without his knowledge, waiting for him to make a move? As soon as he got her home, and she would be coming home with him, he was going to spank that ass for years of misery when they could have been happily discovering each other in a whole new way.
Damn it! A man could only take so much, especially when he'd fantasized about the woman in question every day since he was thirteen. If she expected him to be all valiant and not touch her, she was in for a sad surprise. There was no way that was happening. Not this time. Surria was about to get every ounce of the passion he had swallowed, trying to hide while she’d placed him in the friend zone. He wouldn’t let her out of his bed for a week – maybe longer.
He reached higher, straining to reach her cunt to assure himself she was as turned on as he was. Lord, she had to be! His heart couldn't take it if she wasn't. Sure enough, slick moisture greeted his questing digits when he reached his goal. It was all the encouragement he needed.
Moving even closer, he slid on finger inside her moist pussy, gliding in and out slowly. All yelling with the crowd stopped as he felt her body heaving, pulling in heavy breaths as he fingered her. How many times had he dreamed of touching her like this? How long had he fantasized about having her under his hands, open, willing and read
y for his touch?
“Dominic, someone might see,” Surria gasped, but didn't try to move away.
“No one is paying any attention. Why don’t you enjoy your concert, baby, let me worry about the rest.” Of course he was being just a tad sarcastic. The moment she stopped paying attention to what he was doing in order to listen to that god-awful racket he was slinging her over his shoulders, taking her home and tying her to his bed. Well, he may just do that anyway, but later.
Using his knee he forced her legs to open a bit wider, adding another digit to her pussy. Surria wobbled a little, forcing him to snake his arm around her waist to hold her steady. Her hips stared to move with his plunges, rocking against his hand as he fingered fucked her in earnest.
“That’s it honey, take all you need,” he whispered hotly, half afraid she wouldn't hear him because of the noisy crowd around them.
The soft groan he felt more than heard told him she’d heard every word. His fingers sped up, plunging without mercy as her hips tried to keep up to his rhythm.
“Do it, Dom.”
The little plea damn near broke him. Her body started to tremble, one arm coming up and back to circle his neck.
“Do what, Surria? Tell me what you need, baby.” He needed her; needed to be inside her, a part of her always. One taste was not going to be enough; he’d always known that. And there was no way in hell he was going back to being “friends” after this. Surria had always been the woman for him, even before she was a woman at all. Some part of him had always recognized her as his future, his one and only.
“I need you, inside me,” she answered promptly, shaking with the same need he felt down to his soul.
“I am inside of you, Surri.” It was kind of a bastard thing to do, but he wanted her to say it. Wanted the raw down and dirty words to come from her own lips.
“Damn it, Dom! I want your cock. I want you to fill me. I want you so deep inside me I can’t tell where I end and you begin.”
That would work for starters.
Unzipping his fly, still close to her body, Dominic did exactly what he promised her he'd do if she didn't quit teasing him. He pulled out his dick and found his way under the tail of her skirt, the tip of his cock contacting with wet flesh. Surria stopped moving and spread her legs slightly, allowing him entry into the place he most wanted to be. It took a little maneuvering, but finally, the head of his cock slipped inside her. Only the head.
Sweet holy Jesus! She was hot and oh so tight! She fit around him perfectly, gripping and squeezing as her pussy throbbed and pulsed. A quick glance around them told him no one could give a shit what they were doing so he continued. He entered her inch by slow inch until he was as fully seated as he was going to be given the confining position and the need to hide what they were doing. Again, he caged her body with his hands on the railing and mashed himself against her. Inside of her. Surria shuddered around him, bucking back against him until he had to grip her hips to keep her still.
“If you don’t stop moving around I’m going to spank that pretty little pussy right in front of everyone,” Dominic warned, not meaning a word of what he said.
“You wouldn’t dare!”
No, he wouldn’t, but he wasn’t going to admit that. "As long as you've made me wait for this, do you really want to test me?"
He didn’t move, as much as he wanted to take her, he wasn’t about to let this end quickly. They had the whole night ahead of them, and the damn concert had just started. Instead of thrusting like he wanted to, Dominic reached under her tank and cupped her breasts without pulling the shirt up. They were the perfect handful, not too big, not too small. Just right for kneading. He palmed them first, as testing their weight against his hands. One day his children would feed from here, a thought that made his dick jump inside her. Surria’s head leaned back against his chest, her eyes closed. He wanted to be on top of her, wanted to watch each and every reaction as he took her, made her his in every way.
Later. For now he stood there loving the way she felt around him. Taking each nipple between his thumb and forefinger, he rolled them around, pinching then soothing the hard little nubbins until she was once again squirming down on his dick, fucking herself on him.
“I warned you,” he growled, reluctantly removing one hand from her chest.
Instead of spanking her cunt, which would be a little too obvious, Dominc pinched her clit, eliciting a cry of surprise from her.
“Oh God, Dom! I can’t stand it!” Surria cried out, pumping her hips against him hard.
Taking a sharp glace around to ensure they were still unnoticed, Dominick had pity on her, moving with her. As much as he wanted to go slowly, there was just no way he could. She just felt too damn good, so fucking right he wanted to cry. Their tempo increased, becoming as frantic as the dancing around them. Tremors caressed his cock deep inside her pussy; the hot velvet walls of her pussy sucked him in, demanding his release far before he was ready to give it. He felt her tense, felt her body seize as she clamped down on his so hard he thought he would die. There was simply no way to stop it. With a shuddered groan Dominic came deep inside her, marking her forever with his seed.
More Than Friends
Surria couldn’t quite believe what just happened. For years she’d joked, teased and flirted with her best friend, convinced he would never see her as anything more than that. Truthfully, she had loved Dominic her entire life, and not just as a friend either. There'd never been the right words, the right time, the right situation. Once upon a time she’d been so convinced Dominic only liked her as a friend she’d actively pushed him away. So afraid of rejection, Surria never opened herself to the possibility he might want her as badly as she wanted him. The last thing she’d expected when she dared him was for him to follow through.
Yet, follow through was exactly what he’d done. And boy, did he ever have a follow through. Her body vibrated from head to toe, satisfaction humming through her veins. She didn’t want him to slip from her, not when he felt so damn right being all up inside her. For a few minutes they stood there, struggling to catch their breath while the crowd gyrated all around them. The yells of the crowd, the loud pounding music all seemed like background noise to their coming together.
“I need to get you out of here,” Dominic murmured in her ear, pulling the back of her skirt down while slowly slipping out of her. Her opinion exactly, though she wasn’t really certain how the hell they’d manage it. “I need to get you home, to my bed.”
Surria shivered at the purpose in his voice as she nodded her head in agreement. She felt more than saw Dominic adjust his clothing, Lord only knew how he'd managed to actually fuck her with no one seeing. Making himself decent had to be a bit of problem. This was her Dominic, though. He saw something he wanted, and he went after it with a vengeance. Thank God he finally got it into his head to take her.
Grabbing her hand, he pulled her through the crowd, keeping her close until he finally just pulled her against his body and half carried, half dragged her away from the concert. In the blink of an eye, he’d gone from dear friend to ultra-male, a guy who swept a woman off her feet and kept her panting for more. Surria was on fire for him! Even though he'd given her one of the most intense orgasms of her life, she still wanted him fiercely. It had to be all the years of pent up desire. She'd waited so long for this moment she didn't want it to end.
Once free of the throng of people, Dominic urged her onward, following her closely. She knew where the car was and rushed as quickly as she dared in the dark. Always, she felt Dominic at her back, assuring her he was there, following her with the promise of all that was to come. They made it as far as a big shelter house just outside the main fair grounds next to one of the parking areas before he pulled her back into the shadows away from prying eyes. Instantly, she was pinned between the wood of the building and the hard muscles of his body.
She didn’t mind at all. She tangled her fingers through his thick, wavy auburn hair, wrapping one leg arou
nd him as he pulled her close. Even in the dim light Dominic’s hazel eyes seemed to gleam as he stared at her, that look saying so much she wanted to cry for joy. How many nights had she lain away imagining his lightly tanned hands against the darkness of her skin? He had gone from a beanpole youth to a big, well-built manly man.
It was weird watching him grow from a gangly kid to the kind of man that made women drool. Surria had silently gnashed her teeth for years watching every bimbo and floozy in town throw themselves at him. All in all, it’s a miracle Dominic wasn’t much more stuck on himself; he had every right to be. Rock hard, tall and devilishly handsome, she’d made it her mission in life to rebuff his half-hearted, playful teasing, though Lord knows it had been so very hard. She wanted him to want her madly. Wanted him so crazy for her he was nearly out of his mind with need.
Finally, she was getting exactly what she wanted. Her Dominic, raw and ready, damn near insane and just for her.
"God, Surria," he rasped out gruffly, "I need you again. I can't wait. Just one more taste..." He actually trembled as he touched her, so at odds with his words. He kissed her with urgency, yet careful not to mash her too hard against the building. Over and over he plunged his tongue into her mouth, plundering, possessing. In that moment, Surria knew he meant to keep her. This wasn't an impulsive event. Dominic had no intention of letting her go and that was just fine by her.
This time instead of just pulling his cock out of his jeans, he unbuckled his jeans, pulling them down just enough. Lord, the man was blessed in the cock department. Thick and long, it was no wonder he filled her so perfectly. Raising her skirt, he pulled one of her legs around his hip and plunged inside her. She barely managed to hold in a scream of utter delight as he filled her. It felt so good, so right. He continued to kiss her, swallowing her whimpers and cries, all while thrusting his hips at her. Her clit slid erotically against the rough hair surrounding his sex as he fucked her. Unlike before in the midst of the crowd, Dominic took her with a raw edge, pouring all the passion that must’ve been bubbling under the surface for quite a while. When her leg threatened to not hold her weight, he simply pulled it around his waist, braced her back against the wall, and took her even harder.