by Jamie Knight
Finally, he pulled off his clothes and slid his cock inside of my pussy. I gasped out in delight, wrapping my arms around him. I had missed making love so much. This was the best it had ever felt. I knew Alex had missed sex, too, because of how hard and deep he was moving.
Soon he was thrusting so fast that I was bouncing all over the bed. I loved it. I didn't think we had ever been this passionate or this crazy with our lovemaking before, and it was intense. It felt so good.
Eventually, we both came hard, but we wanted more. I instructed Alex to lay on the bed, and we both went down on each other. We wanted the night to last, so what better way to make that happen than to play with each other and build up to sex again? We spent a long time playing and exploring each other before we were ready again.
This time Alex put me on top of him, and I tried to make it as sensual as possible while I rode him. He reached up to play with my breasts and my nipples. I couldn’t hold back my moans because of how good it feels.
Alex had definitely changed in so many ways, especially the way we loved and pleasured each other. This was another new surprise that I was just learning about. This year together changed us both in so many ways, but it has all been for the better.
We made love on and off all night until we were both too tired to move, then fall asleep in each other's arms, knowing it was meant to be.
THE END
My Best Friend’s Secret Baby
Copyright © 2020 Jamie Knight Romance
Jamie Knight –
Your Dirty Little Secret Romance Author
All rights reserved.
Chapter One - Nadia
I looked across the table at my friend, Monica, who sat absentmindedly scarfing down greasy diner fries for what would have been our last time before I was going to be deployed to Yemen. I was a private in the U.S. Army, and Monica had talked me into a greasy burger and fries since no one knew when the next time was when I would be able to have one. I sniffed at my food, thinking of all of the artery-clogging grease that swam around the plate and decided that I would pass on the burger and nibbled gingerly on the fries. The thought of eating this made me nauseous.
“I’m really going to miss you, girl,” said Monica.
Her eyes seemed to glaze over like she was fighting back tears, and I couldn’t tell if she was choking from eating the fries too fast or if she was just overcome with emotion. Either way, she stopped eating and licked her fingers.
“I’m going to miss you, too,” I sighed.
Monica and I had been close friends for about six years after we worked together at a call center. We both quit on the same day because we realized that that just wasn’t our calling. I went off and joined the military, and Monica went off to start bartending. Both of us were happy with our decision to leave.
“You ever think about going back to the Waverly Center?” I asked, jokingly, already knowing the answer.
“Hell, no,” she said, her words chilled with anger. “You?”
“Of course not,” I said, rolling my eyes. “When I walked out those doors, I knew that I would never look back. And plus, the army has kept me busy. I’m proud to wear my uniform, just like my father and brothers did.”
“Yeah, and Joshua,” she said, grinning sneakily.
“He’s single again,” I said, half to myself and half to Monica.
I almost couldn’t believe that he had broken up with yet another girl this year. What was this? Number six? I had lost count.
Joshua and I were best friends. We had grown up together, living right next door to each other for over twenty years. I still remembered the day that his family moved in. There was a spot at the living room window where I would sit in my little wooden chair and observe everything that happened in the neighborhood.
“They have a dog!” I called out loudly to my parents after I watched them struggle to bring Tandy, their half German Shepherd and half Labrador Retriever, into their house. It wasn’t until I turned back around and sat down that I saw the timid little boy hiding behind the tree — his long, untrimmed dark hair all but hiding his face. I remembered being curious about him but wanting to wait to see what happened with the other kids before talking to him.
As it happened, my brother, Greg, was the first one to talk to Joshua. Actually, he hit him with a baseball.
“Whatcha standing there for, huh?” asked Greg, flailing his arms wildly in the air. “Throw it back!”
And just like that, Joshua became a part of our squad. He was two years older than me, but we went to the same school, so we would walk to school together and talk every day. As the years went by, we became best friends. I could tell him anything, and the same went for him. As we got older, we stayed really close.
“Why haven’t you guys ever hooked up?” asked Monica, pulling me back to the diner.
I blinked a few times before taking a sip of my soda, eyeing her closely to see what she knew. When I realized that she didn’t know anything, I simply shrugged.
“Joshua and I are just friends,” I mumbled, hoping that she would accept my answer and leave it alone.
“Well, you know what they say,” said Monica, winking at me across the table. “The best relationships are between people who are best friends.”
I laughed and told her that she was crazy then fell silent, thinking back to a night a few weeks ago.
Joshua had just been dumped by his girlfriend, Christa. He really liked her, so he was hurt that she broke up with him. So hurt, in fact, that he went out to the bar and got really drunk. I got a call from the bar’s owner, Charlie, at about one in the morning, asking me if I could come to pick Josh up.
When I got to the bar, Joshua was stumbling all over the place, laughing and talking loudly to everyone.
“Hey, Nadia!” he slurred, stumbling towards me.
His dark brown hair was a wet mop on his head, and he reeked of whiskey and beer. I knew that he had been drinking for a while because he had sent me a text at about 9 p.m. inviting me to join him. I pretended to ignore it because I was almost sure that I knew what would happen. And I was right.
A guy at the bar helped me toss Joshua in the back seat of my car. It was about a twenty-minute drive to our houses, and Joshua sang loud rock ballads the whole way, craning his neck so that his head hung out the window. I chuckled to myself while I drove, shaking my head.
Once we got to his house, I helped him inside. There was nobody home. His family had gone to visit his father’s mother in New Jersey because she was sick. Joshua didn’t go because he had planned on taking Christa out for dinner and proposing to her. Instead of accepting the proposal, she broke up with him, saying that he just “wasn’t her type”.
In his bedroom, Joshua fell onto the bed and stared at the ceiling.
“Why doesn’t she love me?” he mumbled, hands flailing in wild gestures.
“I don’t know,” I answered honestly.
I helped him take off his shoes. He leaned down and put his hand under my chin, his eyes seeming to focus a little.
“Thank you,” Josh said genuinely, his voice velvety smooth.
I don’t know if it was the perfect way that the moon shone on his face, making his dark eyes like pools of water that I wanted to dive into or if I was just horny, but we kissed. It was the kind of kiss filled with so much passion, but I knew that it wasn’t a kiss that he had reserved for me. It was just leftover feelings that he still had for Christa.
Josh kissed me long and hard, pulling at my t-shirt until he got it over my head. As he leaned back, I crawled forward so I could straddle his lap, shoving my breasts into his face. Pulling my bra down, Josh wrapped his big hands around both my tits, squeezing and massaging until my nipples were hard buds, and I was gasping for air. He leaned forward, burying his face into my cleavage and pulling my nipples into his hot, wet mouth. The sucking sensation sent shivers down my spine until I had to start rocking my hips.
Knees on
either side of his long legs, I ground my groin into his, feeling his hardening erection between our jeans. Josh was hung well. This wasn’t our first time fucking, but I still experienced a little thrill at the feeling of his cock’s length. Dying to have him inside me, I pushed down more, practically riding him as he clenched my breasts and bit my nipples.
“Oh, God, Josh,” I moaned, letting my head drop back. “Fuck me. Fuck me hard.”
He pushed me back onto the bed. While my legs were askew, Josh grabbed at the button on my jeans, his drunkenness making his thick fingers clumsy. “Give me that pussy,” he mumbled, finally getting the button, then the zipper, undone.
With my pants only partway down, Josh shoved his hand onto my panties and pushed two fingers into my wet pussy. I was so filled with desire that I started rocking back and forth, fucking his hand with as much movement as I could muster from my awkward position.
Winding his other hand under my hips, Josh hefted me up until my back was arched, and he could put his tongue on my clit. He licked at me like crazy as he finger fucked me, causing my body to quiver. Many times I almost lost my balance, but his one muscular arm held me to his face as his other hand rubbed my g-spot. The urgency, the craziness of the situation, was making my head spin. I was going to cum all over his face, but I wanted to hold off and feel that thick ten inches fill me to the core.
“Going to cum,” I explained, almost breathless. “I want to…I need to ride you now.”
I almost went flying off the bed as Josh set me down so he could pull off his own pants. Nothing was fast enough. He still had one leg in his boxers as I pushed him back against the headboard and straddled his lap. Pushing at my folds, his warm cockhead slid in, filling me up like no one else and bringing my hot pussy some relief.
Sliding my wet pussy up and down the shaft of his throbbing dick, I rode Josh hard. He felt so good stretching out my pussy walls and pressing into my cervix. Bucking back and forth, I shifted my hips until his shaft rubbed in precisely the right places. Friction built. Josh kept his hands moving, grabbing my breasts one minute, then my ass another. Sometimes he would grip both my ass cheeks, lifting me up and down and giving my legs a break.
Between getting winded and the growing tension in my core, I started to slow down. Keeping his cock thrust inside me, Josh pushed me down on the bed and started hammering my pussy. I wrapped my legs around his back, pulling him in as deep as I could, grabbing every part of his muscular back. His weight was heavy on me, adding to that feeling of being fucked by a man.
I couldn’t take it anymore. Screaming, I let go, throwing my head back as my pussy clenched his dick tightly. Josh grunted. I could feel his shaft swell, then we pulsed together as he filled me with his cum. We stayed frozen, connected, as we both rode out the waves, but soon he thrust in and out of me a few more times, causing his cum to spill down my butt cheeks and onto the sheets.
Josh had fucked me so good that I had to hold back tears. And then, he fell asleep, softly snoring as I got dressed and tiptoed out of the room.
That wasn’t the first time that I had been there to console him after a breakup, and we ended up sleeping together. It had happened a few times, actually — five times this year already after the five other girls that he had broken up with or had broken up with him.
The next day after it happened, we wouldn’t talk. In fact, it was almost as if we were avoiding each other. I remember standing at the mirror in my bedroom, brushing my long, dark brown hair the morning after he had broken up with Christa. I saw him in the window next door staring at me then diving onto the floor behind the bed. I knew that he had seen me, but I wasn’t ready to have a conversation about what had happened between us, if Josh had even remembered. I was pretty sure that he did because it took us a few days to even start talking again. And we were sure to avoid any type of romantic conversation.
I knew the reason for the avoidance was because our sleeping together could ruin our friendship. It was almost like we made a silent agreement not to talk about it and to move on, leaving the incidents in our rearview.
At any rate, we were both being deployed for the second time since we were in the same squad.
“We’re driving down to Camp Haan Army Base tomorrow,” I said to Monica, pushing my fries around on my plate, watching the grease ooze from them.
“Together?” asked Monica, wiggling her eyebrows playfully.
“Yes,” I said, laughing at the silly look on her face. “The road trip will take a few days, so it will save gas for us to go together.”
“Well, you know how I feel about things,” my friend said, pointing at me. Life is too short not to enjoy it. You know what? Maybe a road trip is exactly what you need to get you two out of the Friend Zone and into Lover’s Lane.”
“I’m not too sure that that’s something I want,” I admitted to her quietly.
“Oh, here you go,” she said, sucking air through her teeth. “You’re afraid of commitment. I know. But sooner or later, you’re going to have to open up to someone, or you’ll spend the rest of your life all alone.”
Monica’s last words hit me like a ton of bricks. I knew that she was right. I had worked so hard for years to keep men at arm’s length so that I wouldn’t have to face the idea of commitment. As a matter of fact, Joshua was the only person that I could open up to and be vulnerable with. I was too afraid of losing him to risk pursuing anything else with him.
However, I wasn’t ready to admit all of that to Monica just yet, so I just sipped my drink and listened as she rambled on about her latest boy toy.
Chapter Two - Joshua
I threw a few pair of socks into my duffel bag as I moved quickly around the room. I was being deployed to Yemen, so I had to pack and get ready to go to California. Even though a large part of me hated being deployed because I will miss home so much, but I was excited about taking the ride to California with Nadia.
As if on cue, my phone rang.
“Hey, punk,” my best friend teased, calling me the name she had jokingly called me for years. “Are you about ready to go, or you’ve still got your panties in a bunch?”
I chuckled and shook my head, even though she couldn’t see. “Yeah, I’m about ready,” I said, throwing my toothbrush into my bag — the last thing that I needed to pack. “I’ll meet you around the front in ten.”
I hung up the phone and took one last look around my room. I had this sinking feeling that maybe I wouldn’t return to it but quickly dismissed the thought. I had to come back. I had so much more planned for my future.
Heading outside, I threw my bag in the trunk of my ’55 Thunderbird. I figured if we were going on a road trip, we might as well go in style. Nadia had always loved my Thunderbird and had even helped me fix it once when the catalytic converter went out.
“Finally,” she said, rounding the corner from the back of her house towards mine. “I thought I was going to have to send the calvary in after you.”
I laughed again lightly, running a hand absentmindedly through my curly, dark brown hair. I knew that I was due for a haircut but figured that I would wait until the barber on base cut it. I wanted to spend as much time being my normal, unkempt self until I absolutely had no choice. And they don’t give you much of an option in the army.
“Alright, have you said all of your goodbyes?” I asked, sliding into the driver’s seat and starting the car. It roared to life, humming loudly and vibrating the whole frame.
“Yep,” Nadia said, sliding into the passenger’s seat next to me.
“Then, let’s go,” I cheered, putting the car in drive and slowly making my way down the driveway.
I glanced in the rearview mirror and saw four sets of eyes, one from each of our parents in the window. I didn’t dare turn to look because I knew that my mother was probably crying. She held in her tears when we said our goodbyes, and then she went off to her room, where I could hear her sobbing uncontrollably.
After a few
minutes, I put my mom and our old lives behind us. We were off to start a new mission. And the fact that we were going to get to do it together was an added bonus. I looked over at Nadia and smiled. She smiled back.
A small part of me wanted to reach over and grab her hand, but I didn’t. We weren’t exactly romantically involved. Sure, we’d slept together a few times, but it was never anything serious. And we never ever talked about it.
We had been friends forever, it felt like. We couldn’t mess that up. I needed Nadia in my life, and no way was that happening if we got together. I always managed to screw up relationships somehow.
The first fifty miles on the highway were filled with loud rock music and us screaming at the top of our lungs. We rolled down the windows and let the slight fall chill fill the car. There would be no relief from the heat once we got to the desert, so we might as well enjoy it now.
With her window down, Nadia put her arm out, letting her small hand ride the air current. I kept glancing at her as we sang together, admiring how she bobbed her head to the music and how her sunglasses always seemed to give her an air of authority. The girl had some fierceness to her. She had to, to be able to serve alongside us brutes.
We skipped lunch, opting to grab some burritos at an off-highway fast food place. It was on this second leg of the journey that I noticed that my best friend had stopped singing along with the music. Something was on her mind, and just by the look on her face, I could tell that that something wasn’t good.
After a few minutes, Nadia scooted closer to me. She turned down the radio and put a hand on my shoulder. “You know, I’ve always wondered why we’ve never been more than friends, especially after Prom.”
My heart leaped in my chest as I almost swerved the car. It was something that I had often thought about myself, but I never expected her to bring it up. We had an unwritten rule about not talking about being in a relationship. That Nadia had broken that rule was weird. It made me uncomfortable.