by Golden Angel
"No really," he said, his body tilting ever so slightly towards hers, a new kind of heat in his voice that she hadn't ever heard there before, "Dangerous..."
As she turned her head to try to see the expression on his face from the dim light that was sneaking in past her curtains, Nick leaned forward and kissed her. Karen was rather in shock, and her lips parted automatically for him to deepen the kiss, even though her mind was saying 'What on earth?'... her body responded automatically. She kissed him back, the alcohol fizzing through her veins as she felt a sensation of tingling excitement between her thighs.
He pulled away from her lips and began kissing down her neck.
Sanity restored itself.
"This is a bad idea," she said, and then gasped as his fingers stroked down the side of her body while he sucked lightly on her neck.
"Best idea I’ve had all night, but I’ll stop if you tell me to." His hand kept stroking the side of her body, palm barely brushing against her breast. Suddenly she wished that he would touch her harder, more. Maybe it was just the alcohol speaking… but it felt good. They were both single. But this could change their relationship forever.
“I didn’t say I wanted you to stop,” she said slowly, trying to sort through her thoughts. His hand slid up her side to her breast, cupping the soft flesh through her t-shirt and she stifled a moan.
Sanity was beginning to get fuzzy.
"We’re just friends…”
“Do we have to be?” his voice sounded rather wistful, but the firm stroke of his thumb against her nipple wasn’t hesitant at all. “We could try this.” His face nuzzled back into her neck. “Seems like a fantastic idea to me.”
Karen moaned again as his thumb rubbed against her nipple, his body pressing against the side of hers. She could feel his hardness pressing against the outside of her thigh. Although she knew she should say something, should protest before they ruined their friendship, it felt so good. Part of her wanted it, very badly in fact. Another part of her was terrified that she would lose everything if they did this.
“Tell me to stop and I will.”
Nick propped himself up on his elbow, voice serious. Karen looked up at him in the moonlight, barely able to see his serious expression. She realized that she wanted to reach up and pull him down on top of her. Without realizing it, her lips parted, as if readying themselves for a kiss. He saw her reaction and his free hand fisted under his chin, thumb pressing against those soft lips.
“I want you Karen. I want your beautiful body and your sweet smile, I want you to feel me inside of you. I want to fill you with myself. I don’t want to ever see you with another man again. But tell me you don’t want it and we’ll fall asleep and pretend this never happened.”
Her eyes were wide, frightened in the moonlight. As Nick spoke, her body hummed with need and she realized that those things were true for her as well. She was just too scared to say yes.
Then his head started to lower, lips aiming for hers. He murmured, "If you want me to stop, just tell me to."
She couldn’t make herself say yes, but she didn’t want to say no, so she just lifted up her mouth for the kiss. As her soft lips parted beneath his, Nick felt a surge of triumph course through his body. It had taken him awhile, but about three months ago h realized that he’d fallen in love with his best friend. But she’d been dating someone else then. They didn’t last long, just like no one he or Karen dated ever lasted. It wasn’t until tonight, with the booze and her suggesting that he sleep over, that he finally found his courage. He knew that she was the one for him and now he just had to convince her of the same thing.
His hand slid down her body as they kissed, lips pressed together, tongues deep in each other’s mouths. Karen moaned low in her throat and undulated with desire, back arching and pressing her breasts upwards. Taking the bottom edge of her shirt, he tugged it up and over her head, reluctantly releasing her lips to pull the shirt off of her, although this gave him the freedom to lower his mouth to her hard, pink nipples. He rolled on top of her, her thighs automatically spreading so that he could settle between them, hands and mouth on her breast. The sensations seemed to go straight to her groin, and she moaned, her hands on his head. She was still scared, but that emotion was rapidly being overcome by desire and the thought that maybe everything would be okay. If she really trusted Nick then she had to believe what he said about the depth of his feelings for her.
As they moved against each other the alcohol buzzed through her and she wasn't even aware of them taking off each other's clothes until they were completely naked and he'd moved his body down to begin licking her slit.
Gasping, she clutched at the sheets as his tongue danced in her folds, one hard finger sliding into her body and pressing gently against her g-spot.
"Oh god," she moaned, she'd heard Nick's reputation for being amazing in bed, but for some reason she'd never really thought about him like that at all. Maybe because she hadn’t wanted to. Maybe because she’d been jealous when his dates would brag to her about it.
Everything was blending into one great vortex of pleasure, her body writhing with excitement that she never thought she would feel at Nick's hands or lips. Time stretched, and then snapped into place as a rushing wave of pleasure shot through her body; her gasping moan told him where she was and his fingers pushed that one sweet spot inside her body, turning her moan into a scream of ecstasy. Her legs scissored and squeezed his head, hips moving with passion as he slurped up the juices of her orgasm, the sweet flavor coating his tongue and sending an erotic message to his dick. The taste of her was a stronger aphrodisiac than money could ever buy.
He began kissing up her stomach and breasts as she panted, her breathing slowly turning to normal. Their bodies slowly came together as he moved, the heavy head of his dick pressing against her inner thigh and slowly moving upwards with him. When he reached her face she turned her lips up and they kissed deeply as he nudged between her legs, the wide head of his cock making her gasp as he began to enter her. The sweet velvety amazingness of her body engulfed him, scoring heat gripping him as he pushed deeper.
"Oh god," she moaned into his mouth.
"What?" he asked, pulling away, buried only halfway inside her, "What's wrong?"
Karen laughed.
"Nothing’s wrong, you're just… you’re huge."
Then she pulled his head back down to meet her lips, her hips thrusting up to meet his. Both of them gasped then as his full length was buried inside of her, her tightness clasping him firmly. Holding still for a moment, just enjoying the sweet sensation of being buried inside of her body, Nick rubbed her breast with his hand as they kissed.
Then Karen moved underneath him, eager and ready, her thighs parting further and wrapping around his back, allowing him further entrance... and he lost his patience.
She groaned, her hands clutching at his back as he began to thrust in and out of her; his muscles tight under her touch. Then he thrust all the way inside her and she gasped, tears sparking in her eyes as she whimpered an inadvertent:
"Ow!"
"Ow?" he asked.
"Too big to go that quickly," she moaned, "Just... slower..."
"I have a better idea," he said, and he rolled back, pulling her on top of him so that she was on top, with all the control over how deeply he entered her. Sighing softly, she moved gently. It felt so good, he was so wide and deep inside her, she began moving more aggressively, her hips thrusting and circling over him. He was splitting her wide open, his entire body hard and pushing up against her spread thighs.
Nick pushed her upper body to a sitting position, wanting to see her breasts bounce as she moved on top of him, and she cried out in discomfort again... he was just too big for her to sit up straight on top of him.
"Sorry, sorry..." he muttered, pulling her down so that her face was nuzzled against his neck.
"Don't apologize," she said, "Just fuck me."
And with that she began to move on top of him again, r
ubbing gently and slowly, feeling him delving into her wetness as it squeezed him tightly, massaging his shaft as her lips caressed his neck. Running his hands up and down the smooth skin of her back, Nick groaned at her slow movements, impatient after the steady, aggressive thrusting she had been treating him to before.
"Got it." he said.
Karen found herself suddenly flipped over, Nick's cock still buried deep inside her, as he suddenly took total control again. She felt herself flood with wetness at his easy handling of her body, he made her feel so delicate and vulnerable and at the same time like she had nothing to fear from him because she knew that he would never hurt her.
Nick thrust aggressively, making her moan and clutch at him... it didn’t hurt at all now. Instead, it was like he'd figured out just how deeply he could go into her, just before that threshold of discomfort, and he stopped at that edge every time. She writhed beneath him in abject pleasure, her hips moving up to meet his with every plunge, his tight grip on her body making her moan uncontrollably.
As pleasure mounted in her body, Karen began to cry out louder and louder, her nails digging into Nick's shoulders and upper arms as she thrashed beneath him. He groaned as her tight pussy clasped him like a vise, excited by the amount of passion that he had elicited from her.
Groaning loudly, Karen bit down on Nick's shoulder as she began to cum, feeling him swell even larger inside her, pulsing against her insides as they crossed the finish line together... their bodies were rigid and shuddering against each other, her teeth and nails digging into his flesh as he was pushed between her legs, emptying himself into her core.
She shuddered in his arms, and then they both relaxed, his weight heavy and secure on top of her, her arms still holding her tightly. Whimpering a little as he shifted position, Karen turned her face up for a soft, sweet kiss.
"See?" Nick said, smiling as his lips lowered to hers again, "Not a bad idea at all."
“You were right,” she kissed him.
“I’m always right.”
“You are not.”
“Am too. Tomorrow we’ll wake up and you’ll be my girlfriend. You’ll see.”
Karen grinned. “I’m okay with you being right about that one.”
Losing It
Kyle was stuck in the bedroom of his apartment, because out in the main room his roommate Matt was arguing loudly with his girlfriend Renee. It was their usual argument, Matt wanted to have sex and Renee wanted them to wait a little longer, he thought that if she really loved him she'd sleep with him but Renee was a virgin and wanted to make sure that she gave it to the perfect guy. Kyle thought it was probably mostly the fact that Matt thought Renee might not think that he was the perfect guy that had him so wound up. Matt was a friend but he definitely tended to have a pretty high opinion of himself that Kyle didn’t completely agree with. Sure, Kyle could walk through them now and right out the front door, but the first time he'd done that he later found out that it had stopped the argument immediately and the two hadn't spoken for a week. All of which served to make Matt grumpy and angry, and he really didn't want to deal with that again. Not that Matt had blamed him, he just hadn't been all that pleasant of a person to live with in general for that week.
Sighing, Kyle's green eyes were resigned as he listened to Renee start to cry, saying that she didn't know how Matt thought he could be the perfect guy when all he did was pressure her. Groaning, he ran his hand through his hair... while absolutely true, that was definitely not the thing to say to her irate boyfriend who immediately started screaming about how if she felt so pressured maybe he'd just have to find his kicks somewhere else until she felt less pressured. What an utter asshole. Renee should just leave him. All of the sudden, Kyle heard the front door slam... but it sounded like it was Renee who was left in the living room, crying.
Startled, he poked his head out of his bedroom door. Sure enough, there was Renee, all 5'5" of her... and she was all dressed up in a sexy little black number. Oh dammit... that's right, Matt had said this was their 6 month anniversary. Kyle sighed again at his friend’s utter stupidity, lack of class and impatience with the perfect girl, and the small noise attracted Renee's attention. Looking up, her tear-filled hazel eyes saw Kyle.
"Oh..." she said in a small voice, trying to get the strands of her curly brown hair out of her face, "I'm sorry Kyle, I didn't know you were home..." She choked down her tears, making his heart ache.
"It's ok," he said kinda awkwardly, not exactly sure how to handle this situation and wishing desperately that it had been Renee who'd left and not Matt. Matt he knew how to deal with... he had no clue how to deal with the pretty and vulnerable brunette standing in front of him. Although he couldn't help noticing that she still looked beautiful despite her tears. "Um... I guess if you need anything, um, you know, just let me know."
He started to go back into his room but her soft voice stopped him, "Well..." he looked back at her, she looked rather uncomfortable herself, "Could you... you know, give me a hug? I just... it would be nice to feel some support you know?"
Hesitantly, he walked towards her and wrapped his arms around her small frame, she was so short against his 6'1" height that he could actually rest his chin on top of her head just by tilting it up a little. She sighed and nestled against his chest as he shifted a little uncomfortably. Renee was a sexy little package, and he was definitely not immune to her charms, her large D cup breasts were pushed up against him and she was soft in his arms. But she was also his roommate’s girlfriend – well probably although who knows after their fight tonight - and even though he'd been attracted to her since they were first introduced, she was most definitely off limits.
"Kyle," she murmured into his chest.
"Mmm-hmmm?"
"You don't think I'm a prude or an ice queen do you?" pulling back a little, she looked up into his eyes waiting for him to answer.
Caught a little off-guard, he stammered, "Uh... well, no, I mean... um, I'm not exactly in a position... um. Yeah.. You know what I mean." he finished a little helplessly as those large innocent hazel eyes looked up into his brown ones. Dammit. He sighed, "No, Renee, I don't... I understand where you're coming from."
Her pretty pink mouth tightened a little bit as her eyes darkened, "That's more than Matt can say."
Kyle shrugged, "I think that Matt is just afraid that you don't really think he's worthy of you."
Renee was looking up at him speculatively, her arms still wrapped around his waist, as she softly said, "Maybe he's not."
Kyle looked at her, about to ask what she meant when she suddenly pushed up on her tiptoes and kissed him on the mouth. Startled and completely taken aback, he released her from his arms and stumbled a step back.
"Kyle?" her voice was questioning, soft, persuasive. The look in her eyes was suddenly seductive and her tears were most definitely gone. This would not be the first time that Kyle had seen this particular look in a girl’s eyes, but he didn’t want to be a rebound for someone as special as Renee and he definitely wasn’t sure he could handle the pressure of being a rebound hook-up for a girl who had never had a hook-up in her life.
"Um, Renee, um, look... I think you're beautiful and all," she took a step closer and he took another one back, "and I think that any guy would be lucky, extremely lucky to have you," he continued to back away from her as she advanced, "But, well, you're my roommate’s girlfriend and it would just be..." dammit, how did that diminutive little girl make him feeling like a fumbling high schooler all over again? He was backed up against his doorframe now, the only place to go was in his room.... No that was a bad bad idea. "It would be wrong of me to take advantage of you when you're vulnerable like this..."
"But that's what I like about you Kyle!" she protested as she maneuvered him into his room and shut the door behind her. The look in her eye was becoming more and more determined. "You're actually sensitive to what I want, you understand me, and you're a lot more of a gentleman than Matt... and well, I hate to say this, b
ut if I'd met you first... well... things would be very different right now. I’ve had a crush on you ever since I met you and I think that’s why I’ve been resisting Matt so hard. The two of you are so different… how can he be the perfect guy when I’m constantly thinking about you?"
Shit. He'd reached the bed and his knees buckled under him, making him fall back into a sitting position on the bed. His dick was hard as a rock in his pants and he squirmed into a position that wouldn’t make that completely obvious. Not that she was looking at his pants actually, she was looking earnestly into his eyes. And she seemed to mean every word she was saying. It’s true he’d always felt a connection with her… and he hated the way Matt treated her, but that didn’t mean that he should do this. Who knew if she’d actually feel this way tomorrow.
"You're not taking advantage of me anyway, silly," she continued, "in case you hadn't noticed, I'm approaching you."
Her eyes were completely clear of tears as her hands slipped under the straps of her little black dress, and it slid down her body. She wasn't wearing a bra... in fact, she wasn't wearing anything underneath and Kyle gasped as her curvy body was revealed. Round, perky large breasts hung from her chest, cherry red nipples puckering proudly, her pussy had been completely shaved and was pink and wet looking.
"I had thought that tonight I might finally convince myself that Matt and I are going somewhere, since we were celebrating that we’ve been dating for half a year, I thought maybe I could forget you… but then he was such a jerk. And here you are, the man I’ve been wanting almost since I met you." She stepped forward, kicking off her heels as her breasts bounced enticingly. "I’m tired of playing this game with Matt. I want you, even for one night although I hope it will be more."
Her naked body was right in front of him as he sat on the bed. Hands tightly gripped, he knew that if he allowed them to un-fist, they'd be touching her silky soft skin and he'd be totally lost. Hazel eyes looked guilelessly into his as she leaned her mouth towards his, lightly touching her lips to his. Kyle moaned as she deepened the kiss, pressing forward with her tongue, mouth devouring his. It was pure torture, his body and heart desperately wanted to give in to her... but his mind was still screaming out that this was wrong and that she couldn’t possibly know what she wanted when Matt had just said such awful things to her and he shouldn’t be taking advantage of her like this... and then her naked body straddled his lap, pressing against him as her tongue probed his mouth.