“We shouldn’t have sex,” he insisted.
I turned to him and kissed his lips a few times. “That’s not really sex. Let me make you feel good, please?” I lifted his shirt. Then I kissed him across his chest, up to his neck then nibbled on his ear. “You made me cum last week. It’s your turn.” I softly blew in his ear then slowly moved my lips all over his neck. I kept kissing down to his belly, stopping at the waistband of his boxers. “Please.” Then I darted my tongue under the band and stroked the wet head of his cock.
Sounding very short of breath, he replied, “OK, fine.” He pulled his shirt back down, though.
I smiled and bit my lip, glad I was getting my way. He seemed nervous for some reason.
I pulled his boxers down and smiled. I took his swollen cock in my hand and covered the rest of him with my mouth. Like with Chad, I had to stretch my lips to get it in. I got an instant reaction. Giovanni moaned, and his body tensed as I put my other hand on his bare hip.
I started to use only my lips at first and then added tongue and hand motions. I opened my hand for a few seconds and ran my tongue up and down his entire shaft. That forced another moan from him. I quickly slid my lips over and down his smooth flesh and sucked on him. I was enjoying myself as much as he was.
“Oh, God, that feels so fucking good!”
I bobbed my head over him while drawing my tongue all around it for a while. Then I let him go.
“That’s it?” He sounded frustrated.
I looked up at him and smiled sneakily. Then I moved down and ran my tongue over his scrotum. “Oh!” he exclaimed. I slid my tongue under it. “Shit!” I was glad he liked it. Again, I held his perfect-looking dick in my hand and quickly took almost all of it into my mouth and let go again.
“Damn, you’re killing me! Just fucking suck it!”
I moved up his body and whispered in his ear. “Have patience. You’ll love this.” I kissed his cheek then I pushed him onto his back. I pulled his boxers off and opened his legs so I had better access to him.
I glided my tongue down his hard shaft, over his scrotum and then under. Then I quickly ran my tongue down. He didn’t freak out when I licked his ass, just groaned softly.
“Why do I like that?” He sounded concerned.
I ignored him and brushed my tongue all around the opening. He sighed. I did it one more time as he squirmed. Satisfied he liked it, I stroked him all the way back to the tip of his cock. Then I took him in my mouth again and he groaned.
I knew he was craving release by then. That was the idea. I grabbed his cock tight and stroked it as I licked, sucked and went deep for him over and over again.
“Crystal… Oh… damn… Oh, God… how are… oh… doing… that… shit!” He quickly pushed me back then I watched cum spew all over his shirt.
When his flow stopped, he took off the shirt and used it to sop up anything left on him. Then he balled it up and tossed it off the bed. “Where did you learn to do it like that?” he asked breathlessly as he put his boxers back on.
I lay my body over his, then smiled. “I guess you liked it, then?”
He put his hand through my hair. “I thought you were teasing me at first. I should’ve known you wouldn’t do that.” Then he sighed. “I’ve never been able to cum when a girl did that to me. I didn’t know it could feel that good.”
He caressed my cheek. “It’s only fair I do something to make you feel this way.” Then he ran both of his hands down and into my panties then squeezed my ass. “What do you like?”
I never expected that question. “I don’t know. No one ever asked me that before.”
“I remember you liked when I had my fingers inside of you. Should I do that?” he suggested.
I smiled again. “You’re good at that.” Then I shuddered from the memory.
He rolled us to our sides and then he gently pushed me onto my back. “Are you sure you’re OK with this?”
“Yes.” I could feel my body reacting to the anticipation of his touch. I watched him. He seemed to still be nervous. My body was shaking slightly longing for him.
First, he put a hand on my stomach again. Then he leaned over and started to kiss me again. But this time his kisses were very intense. He opened his mouth and used his tongue and my need for him built even further.
I tried to pull him down on top of me, but he wouldn’t let me. I ran my hand over his chest instead. The kissing got to the point where I wanted him so bad, my hips started moving. I slid my hand to his backside and tried to pull him down again, but he held firm.
Between kisses, I begged him, “I want you inside me so much, Giovanni. Please.”
Then he moved his hand down into my panties. He touched my clit, and I jumped a bit. Then he smiled and stroked it, gently. I gasped while my eyes closed.
“Do you like this?”
“Yes,” I let out.
He started doing it faster. My body twisted with the pleasure he was creating. Then he let go. I sighed with frustration. He was grinning madly. Payback, huh?
Then he glided his hand down and slid several fingers into my pussy. I moved my hips a little and gasped again. He pushed his fingers as far in as he could get them then moved quickly. He had long fingers and it was just amazing.
After a bit, he pulled away again. “Just kidding,” he teased. He got closer to me and thrust his fingers back in.
“Oh!” It was so much better. He bent his fingers and started to stroke… Wow, he found it. I cried out as my hips lifted off the bed, and I trembled fitfully inside.
“Is that all you got?” he asked me. Then he started kissing me as his fingers drove into me fast and hard, as if he was pounding on a bass drum.
Within seconds, I cried out even louder my hips going up again. I tensed and quivered around his fingers. It was better than the last time. He knew what he was doing so well. I reached up and grabbed his hair as he continued.
“Giovanni… please… Oh… it’s… coming… again… Giovanni!” I grabbed his arm while an incredible feeling of rapture took over my body.
He moved his fingers even faster as he used his thumb to caress my clit. Quickly, I felt unbelievable ecstasy building, and I started to make a lot of noise. I was pulling at the sheets and moving all around. I couldn’t wait for the release.
Then I called his name out so loud I shocked myself. Much more of my body lifted up that time, and my cries continued. The orgasm had been so strong it set off more aftershock-like shudders inside me.
Giovanni pulled his hand away and held me in his arms. “You cum so fast. I like that.” He kissed my lips again. “I think you’re done. I don’t want to hurt you.”
When my body finally relaxed somewhat, Giovanni turned us both to our sides and wrapped his arms around me, from behind. He had one hand on my lower abdomen. “You’re still shaking inside.”
I weakly replied, “That was really good.” I was completely worn out by then. I slowly moved to touch his hand.
CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE
I woke up with Giovanni’s body pressed tightly against mine. I could feel every inch of his body touching mine. There was no way for him to be any closer and still have clothes on. It felt so good.
He had a hand up my shirt holding one of my breasts. His other arm was under my neck with his hand resting just under my tank top. I moved my leg. Then he rolled onto his back and pulled me on top of him.
I liked feeling his morning wood against my ass that clearly, but the position was uncomfortable. I tried to get out of his grasp, but he held on to me. Then he slid his hand under my panties. I moaned as he caressed my clit.
When his fingers slipped inside me and started to drive in and out, breathless, I called out, “Giovanni!”
That woke him. “Oh, crap! I’m sorry.” He quickly pulled his hands off of me. “I didn’t mean to touch you like that without asking first. I’m so sorry.”
I closed my eyes, frustrated again. I could still feel him very aroused under me, just about as
much as I was. I sat up on him, making sure my pussy was directly over his rigid dick.
“Crystal, I can’t do this,” Giovanni protested with longing in his tone. I felt him touching my tattoo. “Even though this would be the perfect way to just watch your tattoo move.”
“Please, Giovanni.” I leaned over the bed, grabbed my purse and pulled out a condom. I had to make him change his mind. “You made me feel so good while you slept. I really want to.” I slid my hips over his cock then pulled off my tank top.
“Damn! Friends don’t have sex. I told you, it should be done with love, remember?” Giovanni reminded me with a sigh. “I wouldn’t see you the same way if we did this.” He continued to trace my tattoo with his fingers.
“Please,” I plead as I ground on him. My panties had clips on the sides, so I opened them and lifted up to where I could take them off. “What about now? Come on, you started this. I’m getting so frustrated inside! Please, Giovanni. Don’t make me feel this way again, please.” I lifted off him a little, to adjust my position.
“I can’t take this anymore.” He pushed his boxers down and kicked them off. “Just fuck me already!”
Then I put the condom on his cock and carefully slid it into me. I leaned on his thighs for support. He felt so good and his girth stretched me out a bit while I slowly drove him deep within. When I had taken it all, my love for him filled my heart. I was determined to give it to him, no matter how he felt about me.
I lifted and dropped my hips as quickly as the position allowed. I could hear Giovanni moaning and sighing behind me. His hands were around my waist, touching my tattoo. The more noise he made, the faster I went and the better it felt.
I could feel more than just pleasure. It was as if he was inside my heart and soul as well. The love I had for him grew each time I moved my hips. It was something that never happened to me before.
It was different than with Chad. It felt like so much more than sex. I felt Chad’s love when I was with him, but with Giovanni I felt my own, and it was so much better.
I felt my body start to shudder within. I had to stop for a bit as the feeling continued longer than it usually did. My body seemed to be reacting to what was in my heart. I could barely move, as I felt pleasure everywhere.
Suddenly, Giovanni picked me up and lay me on my back. Then was quickly on top of me and shoved his cock back in. I screamed immediately, spasms consuming my body. I clutched his shoulders and tried to control the shaking.
“Shit, girl.”
Then when I lifted my legs up, he started pumping fast and hard. He was so good and I knew my love made it even better. I wanted to be able to tell him, but was still afraid. I just held onto him and caressed his skin as much as I could.
“I wanted to do this to you for so long,” he admitted, breathlessly. “I wish I had known it would be so incredible.” The look on his face was as if I had lit him on fire.
He took his weight off me and I was able to move with him. He continued to moan softly. It just kept getting better somehow. His cock began to stroke a place that filled me with bliss repeatedly. I soon clutched him tightly as my back arched and I screamed once more.
As I still trembled fiercely inside, I shouted, “How can it feel like this, Giovanni?”
He had begun to move even faster and grunted as his hips hit mine. He was almost as extraordinary as Chad. I couldn’t believe how I was feeling. I had never felt it all over the entire time, except with Chad.
He moaned loudly as I began to move my hips side to side. Then he was pushing into me. “You feel so much better than any girl I was ever with before,” he said, out of breath.
I screamed yet again from the euphoria he created within me. It was so overwhelming. I clung to him for dear life. Then his pace finally slowed and he stopped.
“Oh! You’re so amazing!” he yelled.
Then he closed his eyes as I felt his release shoot out. When he looked at me, I could see that he felt about as good as I did at that moment. I wished he loved me.
Giovanni looked exhausted. He lay down on top of me and kissed me several times. Then he held me for a few minutes, running his fingers through my hair. It was nothing like being with Chad. He held me, but not the same. I felt so connected to Giovanni. It was what I imagined love felt like.
When he lifted his body off of me, he leaned down and kissed me again. Then he got off the bed and walked out of the bedroom. He soon lay down next to me on his side, without the condom. He held his head up with one hand as he lightly touched me up and down my body.
“That’s not what I expected to wake up to,” he said.
I turned to him. “Me neither. But your fingers got me all riled up, and I couldn’t help myself.” I started running my fingers over his skin as well. “I know you didn’t want to do that at first, so I hope you don’t regret it.”
“No, I don’t. I’m just not sure where to go from here.” He told me. “I feel really good right now, but I know Chad loves you. And you’re a good friend.” He paused for a second and touched my hair. “I used to like when we went on road trips to clubs together, just the two of us.” He closed his eyes for a few seconds. “And I… I wish… I want to… I’m just a bit confused right now.”
He obviously wanted to tell me something, but maybe he wasn’t sure how to word it. I had that problem a lot. I wished I could read his mind. I was dying to know if he felt the same way I did, or was he talking about the sex. I was afraid to reveal my feelings for him just yet. I wanted to know how he felt for sure first.
We lay there for a while longer not talking, just caressing each other’s bodies. Then he picked up my right leg and touched my ankle bracelet. “Chad wants guys to know you’re his. That’s what this and the tattoos are about, huh?”
“No,” I assured him.
He looked at me. “He loves you, and I’m pretty sure you slept with him, too. You don’t have to tell me if you did. I just know somehow.” He had a sad look on his face. “He’s gonna punch me if he finds out what I did to you.” He ran his hand up my belly, over my breast, to my face. Then he kissed my lips. “This was just incredible you know. But things are gonna be different now. They always are after. That’s why I don’t do things like this. I’ve never slept with someone I wasn’t dating.”
He kissed me again, with a little more passion. “I don’t want our friendship ruined by this.” He closed his eyes and I felt him getting aroused again against my hip. “I wanna do it again so badly. I’m sorry. I know you’re not with me that way. I never felt like this before.” He blushed. “I told you, I always want it to mean something. I’m sorry if you feel used. I hope you’ll be OK with this tomorrow.”
I couldn’t tell him what we had done, meant more to me than anything I ever did before, so I lied. “Nothing has to change between us if you don’t want it to. I can deal with just being good friends again.” It was the biggest lie I ever told anyone, but I couldn’t take it if he rejected me. Not after what just happened.
He put his fingers through my hair and kissed me on the lips gently. “You’re amazing. Let’s just see what happens, OK. I’ll always be your friend, whether we take this somewhere or not.”
Suddenly his phone rang. He stretched to the nightstand and grabbed it, pulling my body with him. I liked that. He didn’t want to let me go. With my head on his chest, I put my arm around his ribs, my leg over his and treasured the moment.
I could only hear his replies, with pauses in-between while the other person was talking. “Bro, what’d you want? None of your business. Why’d you care where I slept? Leave her out of this. I’ll be at Mom’s. I swear. Did you mess up my new couch? Good, keep it that way! I’m not telling you where I am. Maybe. I’m not a whore like you. I’m busy. Just go to Chad’s or something.” Then he put the phone back.
“Sorry, he’s like an old woman.” He kissed my forehead. “He’s leaving tonight for aircraft maintenance school. He’s staying stateside.”
“Good.”
> He stroked my hair. “Crystal, if he figures this out, he won’t tell anyone. I promise.”
I looked up at him and kissed his lips. “I lo…” I closed my eyes, too full of fear. “Never mind.”
“I can stay till about four, OK?” Then he put his arms around me and held me as close as possible.
CHAPTER TWENTY SIX
“Baby, bring some sexy clothes over. I put up our new songs on the site, and we need new pictures to go with them.” He took new pictures every few months.
“OK. Give me a few extra minutes.” I left for his house as soon as I could.
When I stepped into the garage, I saw Giovanni. Our eyes met and we both smiled. The day before played through my mind. Spending so much time with him, even just laying in his arms, was incredible. And the sex was too good for words.
“I missed you,” he suddenly whispered in my ear. Then he brushed my hair aside and started kissing my neck. “Do you wanna do it again tonight?”
I closed my eyes and sighed, “God, yes.”
“I could use some help in here,” I heard Chad call from inside the house.
Giovanni pulled away, but touched my cheek. “I’ll be right back.”
When he came out again with Chad and a pair of amplifiers, I heard Chad say, “Stay after practice. I want you to help me with something.”
Once Chris was there, we started the planned practice. Chad set up his camera and took a few shots here and there. When we were done, we were all hot and sweaty. I felt disgusting.
“I’m going home,” Chris informed us. “See you guys Wednesday after dinner.”
As soon as he pulled away in his Mustang, I went inside and jumped in the shower. Giovanni was standing outside of the bathroom when I stepped out.
“You look even more beautiful today.” He kissed my lips softly.
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