Sin and Desire

by Swan, Carol

  I wasn’t sure how it had happened. We weren’t doing anything special—missionary wasn’t exactly adventurous—but somehow it blew my mind. Perhaps it was the established connection, or maybe it was because it was Carter pounding into me over and over again. Whatever the case may be, I wasn’t about to complain.

  As I laid there in a post-climax dream, my body slowly coming down from its incredible high, Carter’s pace quickened until it finally stopped. I giggled at the way his face screwed, then kissed him when a look of embarrassment flashed across his features.

  Once we’d disentangled ourselves, I flitted off to the bathroom to clean up, and when I returned, Carter was wearing his boxers, two beers in hand. I accepted mine with a grin, unashamed to still be totally naked in front of him. It felt normal. Natural. Like this was how we were supposed to hang out.

  “You know,” he said as I plopped down on the armchair, a little leery of sprawling out on the couch we’d just fucked, on, “we’re going to have to have a talk about what just happened.”

  I arched an eyebrow, then twisted off the cap of my beer bottle. Taking a long swig, the cold liquid wonderfully refreshing as it trickled down my throat, I cleared my throat and shook my head.

  “Not tonight,” I said, my eyes wandering his body once more. “I think I’ve got it in me to go again.”

  We held one another’s stare evenly, me drinking and him fidgeting, until he finally smiled and leaned back against the kitchen counter—my open concept was the only good thing about this shit-hole apartment.

  “Yeah, I think I could manage that.”

  We held up our beers and toasted one another, and I could only imagine—gleefully—what the rest of the night had in store.

  My Best Friend – Part II

  I needed a serious cold shower. Hurrying through the luxurious cabin, I eventually found my way back to my temporary bedroom and shut myself in. My chest heaved as I leaned back against the door, eyes shut, trying my hardest to get Carter out of my mind. He'd been on my brain ever since we fucked—a few times—the night we'd both finished our final exams for the school year. Here we were, almost a month later, and I couldn't stop thinking about him. Even here, on a stunning and secluded private island owned by a friend's family, in a cabin that cost close to a million dollars, I couldn't stop picturing us screwing.

  My best friend and I had decided, like mature adults, that we didn't want to ruin the friendship after our one night together. We'd known each other for too long to let something as trivial as sex come between us, so we shook on it, no more hooking up for the sake of our friendship. I didn't want to lose him, he didn't want to lose me, and I knew neither of us could stand the thought of our relationship disintegrating because we couldn't handle whatever feelings might develop because we were screwing each other's brains out.

  Unfortunately, just because we said we weren't going to fuck anymore, didn't mean I could stop daydreaming about it. Our night together had been some of the best sex I'd ever had—period. And considering I was still on a pretty substantial dry-spell in that department, it was almost painful to be around him as often as I was, all the while knowing we couldn't do anything more than an innocent hug. I knew it was for the best, but goddamn did I ever want him.

  It had been especially hard out here. Over a holiday weekend, myself, Carter, and about ten of our closest friends decided to make use of Grace's remote cabin. We were all frazzled still from finals and graduation and the job hunt, and we needed a few days away from it all to unwind. We'd done all the usual cabin retreat things over the last two days: hiking, swimming, fishing, singing around a toasty bonfire. Half the time, most of the group had been piss drunk, and the other half people were slipping off into the woods for a quick hookup.

  All the while, I had to watch my ridiculously sexy best friend in his low-hanging swim trunks, shirtless all the time, and force myself not to pounce on him whenever we were alone. Only minutes earlier, we'd been sharing a fuzzy blanket in front of a roaring fire, our bodies huddled together for warmth, and all I could think about was dipping my hand under his shorts and jacking him off. I wasn't even drunk. I had my inhibitions. And that was why I had to take a break from it all, figuring my small bedroom would afford me the privacy to calm myself before getting on with the night.

  Groaning, I started to pace the length of the bedroom, hoping to drain some of the lusty energy out of me. Unfortunately, I hadn't even stalked back and forth three times before there was a knock at my door.

  "April?"

  I stopped in place, staring. Carter was on the other side of that door, and I wasn't nearly calmed down enough to see him here without everyone else around. There was no telling what I'd do.

  No. I wasn't some horny dog looking to hump anything that moved. I was a grown woman who was in lust with my best friend—but I could definitely handle myself. I had to. For the sake of our friendship, I had to keep myself in check.

  "Come in."

  He darted in and shut the door behind him, frowning at me, "What the hell? You just kind of ran off without saying anything."

  I shook my head, stepping back when he moved toward me.

  "I needed a second," I told him, trying really hard not to admire the way his thin T-shirt highlighted his muscular arms or clung to the dips of his abs. It was worse that I actually knew what he looked like naked—I knew exactly what I was missing out on.

  "Why?" He sounded a little unimpressed with me, and I couldn't blame him. We vowed not to make things awkward after our little fling, but because I wanted him so badly, I'd been making things weird by trying to control myself. It was time to just come clean. Sighing, I settled on the end of my bed, the mattress hard as ever.

  "Because of you." I nibbled my lower lip as his frown deepened, and added, "because I want you again, but we decided that we shouldn't, and I get that… but… It's hard."

  My eyes dipped down to his cock as I said hard without meaning to, and I quickly forced them back up to his face. Damn it.

  "Are you serious?" he asked, and I felt a shameful flush cover my cheeks as I nodded. This was stupid. I could see our friendship breaking apart piece by agonizing piece right here and now because of my revelation.

  However, things didn't exactly go as expected. Instead of starting a rational argument or marching back to the bonfire, Carter descended upon me and all but smothered me with a kiss. His lips were hard and unyielding, the force behind it pushing me backward toward the bed. I would have made contact with that awful mattress if he hadn't caught me, his arms encircling my body and keeping me upright.

  He straightened up first, pulling away and giving me some distance. I tried not to look as shocked as I felt, but I knew I failed miserably.

  "I've … kind of been feeling the same," he admitted, scratching the back of his neck as I gawked at him. "I mean, ever since that night…"

  And that was all I needed to hear. Smiling, I stood slowly, holding his stare.

  "This is why you're my best friend."

  Our kiss was electric, his hands weaving through my sun-kissed hair while I gripped the front of his shirt. Our tangled bodies tumbled onto the bed, hands everywhere, lips parted feverishly. At that moment, a full month of tension streamed out of us, and it was like being with him for the first time all over again. The wrongness of it all, combined with this deep feeling that us being together was, in a way, perfectly right.

  Clothes vanished fast (all but my bikini top, strangely), thrown haphazardly across the room in our desperation for skin to skin contact. There was no shyness, no shame in being naked around him, and I found myself eyeing his huge cock hungrily, lips itching to wrap around the thick tip and suck. When I glanced up at him, Carter seemed to have a similar thought train, only about his mouth on my soaking pussy. We both paused for a moment, and the telepathy we'd developed from childhood got us moving again: both of us could get what we wanted if we positioned ourselves right.

  Carter fell back and motioned for me to climb
on top of him.

  "I don't know how I feel about sitting on your face," I argued weakly as he grabbed my hips and spun me around.

  "Well, don't sit," he ordered, his voice deep and husky with lust, "Just hover, April. Core strength and all that."

  I rolled my eyes, but my protests fell flat as he wrapped his arms around my legs and buried his face in my wet pussy. Groaning, I almost collapsed on top of him, his tongue sliding in and out of me at a frenzied pace. He hadn't lied about how much he liked eating a girl out. With my ass hovering over his face, I found myself face-to-face with another beast entirely. That gorgeous dick jutted up at me, begging to be sucked on, and I happily obliged by dragging my tongue from tip to base and back again, then engulfing the engorged head with my lips. Carter groaned noisily, the vibrations making my clit tingle, and I let out a little gasp when he slapped my ass.

  We stayed like that, casually sixty-nining on my borrowed bed, until I came. The climax ripped through me, and I had to stop sucking him off to enjoy it. Carter, meanwhile, held me firm and massaged the sensitive bud between my thighs, milking my orgasm for every last bit until I stopped shaking.

  "Knew you'd come first," he teased, smacking my ass once again. My head hung low, too overwhelmed with pleasure to keep it up, and I glared at him in the space between our bodies.

  "Excuse me?"

  "You heard me."

  That managed to get me moving again. I hastily scrambled off him and settled between his legs, my mouth, taking in his dick as much as I could while my free hand cupped his balls. Knew I'd come first… Just wait. In a minute or two he was going to be jizzing down the back of my throat—mark my words. The only difference was I'd be ready to go again immediately, whereas Carter would need some time to recover. So, in a way, I'd already won.

  We were in the midst of him all but fucking my face, his hands in my hair and his hips thrusting his thick cock into my mouth, when the door flew open. In tumbled four of our friends, drunkenly giggling and slurring as they went. I sprang up, horrified to be caught, but Carter kept his hands in my hair, his grip loose.

  "So this is where the party's at," Matt laughed, shutting the door behind him as his girlfriend giggled. "Don't stop on our account!"

  I looked to Carter, my nipples tightening as four new sets of eyes wandered my body, and raised a curious eyebrow. Do we continue? Do we kick them out? His response was to push me down onto his cock, his thrusting resuming to the cheers of our friends. Heat flooded my cunt, and the thrill of being watched, consumed by a crowd, took over. If everyone was sober, this might have been a different story: Dylan had to be wasted if he had the courage to spank me three times on each cheek, my ass jiggling as I gagged on Carter's dick.

  "Never knew what a sweet ass you had, April," my friend announced, pinching the reddening cheeks hard enough to make me squirm, "Have you fucked her yet?"

  "We were getting there," Carter replied, and our eyes met when I glanced up, suddenly desperate to get pounded into with all our friends watching. I couldn't place where the desire came from, but apparently I enjoyed being the center of attention.

  "Fuck her, Carter!"

  The order came from Macy, normally the quietest of the group, but she sounded so blitzed that she probably wouldn't remember any of this tomorrow. I gasped when he finally pulled his cock out of my mouth, and we exchanged smirks before he rolled me onto my stomach, then yanked me upright so I stood on all fours. From this position, I could watch our friends, watching me, and I almost came on the spot.

  Our audience cheered again when Carter slammed his thick shaft into me, filling me so deeply that his balls slapped against my clit. I groaned, my elbows nearly buckling, but he forced me upright by gripping my shoulder. There wasn't much finesse to our fucking this time around, but, hey, who was I to complain? I wanted to get pounded into, and without once expressing that need, Carter was fulfilling my every desire. He took me hard and fast, and slowly. The comments from the crowd were just white noise.

  That is, until Dylan stepped to the edge of the bed and undid my bikini top. The little slip of fabric fell, freeing my breasts, and I moaned as Dylan's large hands cupped each bouncing mound, pinching my nipples between two fingers.

  "Fuck," I cried, the build of my second orgasm forcing me to clench. The pleasure radiating from my pussy mingled with the sharp pain from my nipples—a deadly combination if I'd ever experienced one. Just as I was about to come, Carter grabbed my hair and pulled it back, showing my face off to our audience. Dylan had kneeled down in front of me, still pinching my poor nipples, a hungry look in his eye as I climaxed with a scream.

  "Where do you want me to come?" Carter asked as I struggled to stay up, my body a limp rag doll ready to be manipulated by him. The unanimous opinion was on my breasts, and I was more than happy to be thrown on my back. If I had the energy, I would have jacked him off, but with two orgasms knocking me on my ass, all I could do was watch as Carter pumped his hand up and down until he finally came, spurts of warm liquid coating my breasts and stomach.

  Sensing the show was over, our friends drifted out, talking excitedly amongst themselves as they went. Meanwhile, Carter darted off to the bathroom and returned quickly with some toilet paper, which I used to wipe myself down.

  "You look a little disappointed," he noted as he helped me to my feet, and I suddenly realized that I was. Shrugging, I let out a sigh and stretched my pleasantly sore body out.

  "I kind of wish someone joined in," I admitted. His eyebrows shot up, and as I led him to the shower, our hands clasped, I swore I heard him mutter that there was always next time.

  My Best Friend – Part III

  “You remember my friend Evan, right?”

  I stared at Carter, shocked, and then glanced at his friend. Sure, I remembered Evan. Vaguely. I had a feeling we met at a party a year or two ago, and he’d been a fairly unmemorable kind of guy. Nice, sure. Handsome? Hell. Yeah. He was extraordinarily pale with bright blond hair, no doubt thanks to some Scandinavian ancestry somewhere. His face was familiar enough—those piercing blue eyes being hard to forget. But aside from his looks, I couldn’t remember much. Obviously, he hadn’t done anything to me to make me hate him, so rather than question his appearance at Carter and my movie night, I smiled and stepped aside, gesturing for them both to come into my apartment.

  “Yeah, hey, Evan,” I said as he breezed by, a bottle of wine in hand, “Good to see you again.”

  “I hope you don’t mind me crashing your movie night,” he said as he kicked off his shoes and set them neatly by a pile of mine, then straightened up to offer me a small smile. “Carter said you were open to adding a third tonight.”

  My eyebrow arched, but I did my best to look unfazed. “Always open for a third.”

  The man grinned at me, then wandered into my somewhat-messy apartment. Had I known anyone aside from Carter would be stopping by, I might have done the dishes or something. We’d been having weekly movie nights ever since our camping trip where he’d fucked me in front of our friends (most of whom had forgotten the whole thing the following morning), but really we just used “movie night” as a pretense to “sex night” so that neither of us would object to it. Sure, we’d pick a movie. Yeah, we’d start watching. Halfway through said movie, however, was usually when we pounced on each other, and then it was awesome sex well into the morning.

  Neither of us brought up our friendship element. After all, we seemed to be functioning just fine so far, and I had a feeling neither of us wanted to ruin it by having “the talk”.

  Before Carter could join Evan on the couch in front of my TV, I grabbed his arm and held him back, whispering, “Carter… What is he doing here?”

  My best friend chuckled and pried my fingers off his arm, then tapped my nose.

  “Surprise,” he muttered, wriggling his eyebrows at me when I glared. I didn’t like surprises. If he’d told me he was bringing in someone else to our “movie night”, I definitely would have prepared. Maybe m
ade sure everything was as shaved and trimmed as it should be in the body hair department. Worn sexier underwear. I don’t know. Something.

  “A little heads-up would have been nice,” I hissed back, but he merely laughed in response and went into the kitchen portion of my apartment. He returned to the couch with three glasses, none of them suitable for wine, and Evan filled each one halfway. We did a quick toast, my anger quickly dissipating when I considered what a fun twist this night had actually taken, and then got the movie started.

  It was just a comedy—we never went with anything serious for these kinds of movie nights, because most of the time we missed half the plot anyway. If we actually cared about a movie, we’d watch it at Carter’s place. He had a nicer apartment, one that we didn’t like ruining because we were fucking all over the furniture.

  As always, it was maybe a half hour into the movie when someone made the first move. I’d downed about a glass of wine at that point, and beneath the blanket slung across the three of us, I felt someone slip their hand between my thighs. Much to my surprise, it was Evan, who kept his cool blue eyes on the screen, looking without really watching. Excitement coursed through me, and I opened my legs just enough to let him cup me, holding back a moan as he rubbed me through my shorts. His palm found my clit through the thin material, and once he’d found it, he didn’t leave it alone. My skin flushed as he rubbed in slow circles, occasionally pressing his long fingers down against my damp pussy, still covered, the friction fabulous.