by Hazel Kelly
Then one of his hands disappeared from view, and I felt it find the warmth between my legs.
“Your panties are soaked through,” he said, pressing two fingers against the outside of my lacy thong.
My chest tightened as he touched me.
“You’re so wet for me,” he whispered. “Goddamn it, Lucy.”
My breasts rose and fell with my breath as he snuck his fingers inside my underwear, dragging them along my dripping clit. I pursed my lips. There was no going back now. My best friend had his hand on my pussy, and there wasn’t enough strength in my legs to run if I wanted to.
And then he pushed his fingers inside me, growling as I tightened around him. I felt myself gush into his hand as my back arched against my will.
He churned my insides until I was as hot as melted butter, groping my breasts with his free hand.
“Do you like that?” he asked under his breath.
“Yes,” I whispered.
His warm breath was on my ear. “I’m just getting started.”
He moved down between my legs, hooking his fingers around my thong and sliding it down around my ankles. Then he crawled back over me and pushed some hair out of my face. “I’m going to kiss you again now, Luce, and I’m not going to stop until you come in my mouth.”
My lips fell apart but no noise escaped as I watched him scoot down between my legs, looking up at me as he moved down to lick me for the first time.
I felt my whole body tense up.
And when he closed his eyes and buried his tongue inside me, I let my head fall back. There was nothing but the sound of him lapping at my wetness, and I couldn’t quiet myself anymore. I had to find a release for my pleasure before I burst, and I let out a high pitched moan he was never meant to hear.
The sound of my satisfaction only made him speed up until I could feel his greedy tongue running rings around my swollen clit.
“I’m gonna come. Oh god. Aiden I’m- I-” My whole body jolted.
He wrapped his hands around my thighs, locking his head in between them and drinking me greedily as I spasmed, eating me with so much enthusiasm he might’ve bitten the hand of anyone who tried to pull him away.
When my body gave its final jerk, I felt him lick me once more like he was zipping me up with his tongue. I didn’t have the energy to open my eyes yet, but I welcomed the gentle feeling of his kisses on my inner thighs.
And as he raised his body above me, I opened my eyes halfway and noticed that his face was wearing a stupid smile. It was so surreal I was sure I’d simply had the most vivid dream of my life.
I lifted a hand to his cheek. “Aiden.”
His lips shone in the dark from my wetness. “What?”
“I want to feel you inside me.”
He rose into the kneeling position and pulled his boxers down.
His dick sprang up like an arm, and I nearly gasped at the sight of it.
He shifted his weight until he was out of his boxers and lowered himself over me again.
“If it hurts,” he said. “Tell me and I’ll stop.”
I thought he was exaggerating, that he’d just been fucking too many girls who were unnaturally skinny all over, but when I reached down and grabbed him, I was genuinely intimidated. My hand could barely get around him, and I worried my pussy would fare even worse.
But at that point, there was no going back. I had to know him that way. Not just to satisfy his pleasure, but for my own curiosity.
“Just shut up and fuck me,” I said, feeling powerful with his dick in my hand. I guided him to the wet pool he’d made between my legs and braced myself.
I thought he would just plunge into me, but he didn’t. He tortured me by going inch by inch, and then when I was sure he was all the way in, by going inch by inch twice more.
By the time I felt the base of his shaft against me, he’d pushed all the air out of my lungs and my mouth was hanging open.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
He was so deep inside me I had the sudden urge to laugh, but I was worried I might actually injure myself. “Uh-huh.”
“I can feel you pulsing around me.”
“And I can feel every inch of you,” I said, dragging my fingertips down his chest. “And nothing else.”
He kept his eyes on me as he pulled his hips back and thrust himself in again.
Over and over, he thrust into me, watching the expression on my face while I tried to decide if it was worth letting him tear me open to hit me so deep.
And soon he sped up. And I could feel his heavy balls smacking against me, and it was so wrong, fucking my friend like this, liking it this much. But the warmth from my center was radiating to my fingertips, and it wasn’t so much that I wished he would stop, but rather that he never would.
It wasn’t long before his offer to be gentle was clearly off the table as he lifted my legs straight in the air and raised up on his knees so he could fuck me at speed, laying into me and holding my legs together against his chest, growling in a way that made me feel sexier than I’d ever felt before.
And as he held my ankles in the air, I looked up at his face suspended between them and watched his jaw clamp shut as he slammed into me for the last time, pumping me full of everything he felt for me and destroying our friendship forever.
Chapter 6: Aiden
She was gone when I woke up.
When I realized the bed was empty, I stretched my arms out to my sides and groaned. Then I craned my ears and tried to listen for her, but once the sound of my empty apartment was confirmed, I rolled onto my back.
What a fucking incredible night. It was almost too good to be true, and I couldn’t help but smile as scenes of the previous evening replayed in my mind…
Lucy eating pink sorbet at the rooftop restaurant, the way she laughed so hard she felt like she had to cover her mouth, the feeling of sticking my hands up her dress, of watching her nipples respond to my breath.
Either I was officially back in the game or I’d just had the most vivid, magnificent wet dream of my whole life.
And either way, my heart was so swollen in my chest it was almost bursting. Sure, I always felt good the morning after bedding a beautiful woman, but there was something different about the way I felt that morning.
I was more than sprung, more than smitten. Not only had the sex been great, but I’d managed to impress a woman who I actually respected and admired, a woman so feminine and strong I felt like more of a man for having been with her.
And I fucking couldn’t wait to have her again.
And the taste of her. She was as sweet as I imagined and wetter than I ever dreamed she could be. If I hadn’t wanted her so bad, I could have ridden her for hours and every thrust would’ve been a new adventure. My only regret about the night was that I didn’t last longer.
But she was so tight. Just thinking about how she clenched around my fingers was enough to get me hard again. And the way her body shook when I made her come was incredible. It felt so good to make her feel that way, but it was doubly exciting because I’d never seen her lose control like that. And the fact that my mouth was the thing that caused it, the thing that unwound her until she came, was the greatest thrill of all.
I wondered if she could feel me- wherever she was- throbbing inside her, if the memory of me running my hands up her body was as clear for her as it was for me.
I hope she hadn’t left unhappy. After we had sex, we laid around for a while, perfectly still. There was nothing but the sound of us catching our breath and the occasional sigh. And she’d kept smiling long after it was over.
Plus, she’d asked for it. I only gave her what she wanted, and I gave it to her good. In fact, when I thought about it, I’m pretty sure I was keener to please Lucy than I’d ever been to please anyone. I’d put an incredible amount of pressure on myself to show her a good time. After all, there was no one whose opinion meant more to me.
And I felt the pressure in my head, in my heart, and in my dic
k, which swelled for her harder than it ever had for anyone. Or at least that’s how it felt last night.
I don’t know what it was. Maybe it was that I knew her so well, that seeing her vulnerable side was especially thrilling because I knew how few people ever saw that side of her. After all, she was always hiding behind her black boots, her dark eyeliner, and her feisty front. So getting to see her stripped bare felt like a real accomplishment.
I just wanted to feel this high forever, but there was a horrible thought niggling at me. What if she regretted it? What if I wasn’t as good as she thought I would be?
Doubtful.
At least, I knew she hadn’t faked it. The way her pussy clenched around me and soaked my dick wasn’t the kind of thing that could be faked. Then again, Lucy was a lot harder to impress than the girls I normally slept with. What if I hadn’t done it for her? What would it mean for our friendship? What would it mean for the fact that I didn’t want to be just friends anymore?
I sat on the edge of the bed and stood up, letting the sheet fall from my naked body onto the floor as I stretched my arms over my head. Then I grabbed my boxers off the floor, and as I pulled them on, something caught my eye.
I took a few steps towards the end of the bed and grabbed the small clump of black fabric with my fist. Lucy’s thong. At first I smiled because it was black, which meant that the thought of sleeping with me had crossed her mind even before the date.
But maybe I shouldn’t be so smug. Her wardrobe was ninety nine percent black anyway. Of course she preferred black underwear. Maybe it didn’t mean anything.
But that wasn’t right either.
The fact that I’d found her underwear on the floor at the end of the bed meant at least one thing, that she left in a hurry.
Whatever made her leave, she’d done it so quickly she didn’t even look for her underwear before she left, and she’d been wearing a flirty little dress, too.
Maybe she borrowed some shorts or something. Girls were always looking for excuses to steal my clothes the morning after. But all the drawers were closed. Plus, I would’ve heard her if she’d started opening things.
Maybe she didn’t make a ruckus because she wanted to let me sleep. Or maybe she was being deliberately sneaky.
I looked around to see if she’d left a note and then grabbed my phone out of my jeans pocket from the night before. She hadn’t called or texted.
She’d just disappeared.
In fact, if it weren’t for her lacy black thong, I might have thought the whole thing was a dream.
Which it kind of was.
Everything about being with her had exceeded my expectations. From how good it felt to have my hands on her tiny waist while I kissed her on my balcony to seeing her hair strewn across my pillows, from seeing her hand on my dick to being inside her.
I felt like I fucking belonged there.
And to be honest, I hadn’t felt like I really belonged anywhere since I had to quit the team. I hated not feeling like enough in other people’s eyes, feeling like an imposter. And no matter what I did lately, I couldn’t change the way they saw me.
The players on the team felt sorry for me.
My friends felt bad for me.
My parents thought I went from being full of potential to a guy hell bent on throwing his life away.
But Lucy never made me feel that way. She always made me feel like I was enough, like I had nothing to be ashamed of and every reason to be proud.
And she never bullshitted me or cut me down.
Plus, she’d always been there.
And finally seeing her for the woman that she was felt like the luckiest thing that had happened to me in a long time.
Chapter 7: Lucy
I felt like a crazy woman.
I knew I should call a cab, especially when it started to rain. But once my dress was soaked through, I was actually kind of relieved, cause I didn’t have to keep yanking it down to avoid flashing people in the street.
Not that there were many people around. Except for nutcases who ran first thing on weekend mornings even when it was raining. I mean, who does that? Sleep the fuck in and procrastinate like a normal person.
Though I suppose the lycra donned go getters were judging me just as harshly considering my pathetic excuse for morning running gear, and they didn’t even know I was going commando.
Eventually I got used to them. In fact, I even started doling out isolated head nods as they passed, wishing them well as they trained… probably for some race that would be both their crowning glory and the catalyst for the arthritic knees that would chase them for the rest of their life.
Mostly, though, I was hating on them to distract myself from the fact that the warm rain was washing the smell and feeling of my best friend’s sexual energy off me, and I couldn’t decide how I felt about it.
Of course, even when I put sleeping with Aiden out of my mind for fleeting moments, I still couldn’t put the feeling of him inside me out of my pussy. Cause he had made quite the impression. Perhaps a permanent one. In fact, I feared I would never be tight or walk right again.
But I didn’t want to regret it. In fact, if I could ignore the fact that it was Aiden for a second, I could appreciate that the sex had been incredible. Really incredible. And I was no stranger to casual sex.
Of course, there was nothing casual about what happened between us last night. It wasn’t funny or lighthearted or something I was looking forward to laughing about with him. It was serious and intense. As soon as his lips were on mine, everything went fuzzy, like my values and my ability to make rational decisions.
As a result, things went too far. I let him explore me with his hands, his tongue. I actually touched his penis which he’d clearly stolen from one of his sister’s horses for the night. I mean, holy shit?! And then I let him fuck me with his throbbing monster dick! And worse, I’d asked him to do it, moaned his name, and come harder than I even thought was possible.
Right into his mouth.
And he had slurped me up with enthusiasm!
How could I ever look at him again?!
Everything was different now. All the barriers that made our friendship so strong, so resilient, had been torn down in a single, crazy night, and now I had nothing but a sore pussy and a headache.
I’d followed Fiona’s advice to do what felt good, and now I felt like crap.
Sure, it had been great while I’d been coming like a geyser, but when he fell asleep with his arm over me, I got this horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach.
What if I was just his rebound girl?
He was probably so used to Chelsea putting out that he just got backed up when he kicked her out. And I just happened to be in the right place at the right time, or the totally wrong place depending on how I looked at it.
I mean, Aiden was experienced. Picking up women was something that caused him zero stress. Most of the time, he could just look at a girl funny, and she’d be ready to take off her clothes. But I was a little more of a challenge because he never saw the goods before, and yet, I was vulnerable, too, because deep down I loved him and wanted him to be happy.
But seducing me was probably a joke to him.
And all the lines he fed me about being sexy and my friendship meaning so much to him made me fall right into his trap. I must have been so excited after all these years to be the person he was spitting game at that I forgot myself, forgot our history.
And now that I’d finally stopped shaking, it was obvious that I’d let myself down. What’s more, I let down the little girl who got her feelings hurt so many times, the little girl inside me that promised herself she wouldn’t have inappropriate feelings for him because it was nothing but a one way ticket to a broken heart. And not only had I had inappropriate feelings, but I had acted on them, and I had only myself to blame.
After all, he was a guy. I couldn’t expect him to be the one who exercised self-control. That was always my job. For good reason.
So why had I forgotten myself?
Was it because I really wanted to believe things could be different if we met some other way? Did I get swept up in the fairytale of going on a Tinder date with him? Was I that pathetic?
To be honest, that thought gave me some comfort. Maybe if I looked at it like we were roll playing, I could push last night to one side and keep it from interfering with the friendship I so cherished. Maybe I could pretend the Aiden I was with last night was a different Aiden entirely.
Then again, he was a different Aiden. From the way he treated me to the way he looked at me, there was something different in the air between us. It was no wonder I lost the run of myself. I wasn’t out with my best friend last night. I was out with an experienced womanizer who had one thing on his mind.
And that thing was getting me out of my clothes and fucking me senseless, which he did. Except he didn’t start by fucking me senseless. If it had only been about that, maybe I could’ve separated myself from it better like I usually did when a relationship was just about sex.
But he went down on me.
Which changed everything. Because as open minded as I was about casual sex, I wasn’t the kind of person that engaged in casual oral sex. As far as I was concerned, there was only one arena where oral sex was appropriate and that was in the context of a committed relationship.
But Aiden hadn’t even given me a chance to opt out. He was too enthusiastic, too sexy for me to stop him from crossing that line. And as soon as I felt his strong fingers and his warm breath between my thighs, I might as well have been strapped down.
I let him have his way with me because there was no one in the world that it was harder for me to say no to. Because as I lied exposed on his bed with his hypnotic dick straining over me, I couldn’t think of a single reason not to seize the day.
And my giving in had made him happy.
I just couldn’t tell yet whether it had done the same for me.
Chapter 8: Aiden
When I hadn’t heard from her by noon, I started to go a little crazy. In any other situation, I would’ve texted her first thing after a night out. Typically it would be something clever about some hilarious thing someone did or something decent just to gauge the severity of her hangover.