Friends Ch. 01

Wendy stood in Mike's bathroom, applying her makeup after her shower. She was still naked, dried off, and now preening for her real date night with Mike after their all-afternoon fuck-fest. She had met him only four weeks ago at her friend's house party, but had fallen hard for him.

It was the typical post-graduation blowout, held at the most elite sorority on campus. Chloe, the popular cheer squad leader, had invited her pedestrian acquaintance to the upscale affair, with most attendees far above Wendy's social status.

She was standing shyly aside, watching the popular groupings. She spied Chloe pointing her way and whispering into the ear of a tall, well-built young man. He favored the rodeo riders' physique: broad shoulders, narrow waist, and firm butt in skin-tight blue jeans with his package bulging the fly. He harked back to the bronco riders she and her girlfriends ogled on TV, giggling away the dateless weekend evenings, before retiring to their bedrooms and masturbating themselves to sleep thereafter.

The cowboy look-alike wove towards her through the crowd. She was star-struck by the curly-headed stud, his blue eyes boring into her like a hungry wolf on the prowl.

"Chloe said I should say 'hello'."

Wendy was mesmerized and squeaked out a furtive 'hello.'

"I'm Mike, and you are...?"

"Wendy."

He was easy and showed patience as he chatted her up until she was more relaxed in his presence. Finally, he bent in and whispered in her ear.

"Come home with me... now... tonight. I want to fuck you."

Wendy melted to the bold offer, and it had been a whirlwind affair ever since.

That first night, she had orgasmed three times during their time in bed at his house. Each successive ecstasy had been harder until the third one nearly put her in a sexual coma.

She was hooked, craving his cock with every part of her soul. She hadn't moved in; that would be unseemly after only a month of romance, but she was considering the change. He was stoic about the issue and hadn't asked, even as she often inferred her hope. She continued her entry-level IT job on weekdays and devoted her whole weekends to him.

She watched her reflection in the sink counter mirror, dabbing mascara on her eyelids. Satisfied with the dusky raccoon eyes, she added eyeliner and moved to lipstick. A bright red would look good in the low light of a restaurant or disco.

She puckered her full lips for the colored gloss. The fashion magazines called that feature 'bee-stung' lips, but Mike referred to them as 'cum-stung' lips after he had taught her better cock sucking. No swallowing or deep throat yet; he was patient with her novice nature.

Her dark wavy hair brushed her shoulders, framing a cosmetically enhanced face set with green eyes. She stood back, admiring her reflection.

She was moderately tall and slender, having practiced leisure athletics in college before her recent graduation. Her toned legs, tight ass, and firm belly resulted from regular exercise. Yoga added flexibility.

Thin didn't apply to her ample, pear-shaped boobs, youthfully defying the effects of gravity. The orbs were capped with eye-catching pink nipples, at least for those lucky enough to eye the bare man magnets. She thought to add some rouge to her nipples, a notion from her giggly girlfriend huddles, and a surprise for Mike later when they returned here for another riotous bout of sex. She found a reddish rouge and applied the tincture over the disks.

The 'nooner' and long nap this afternoon had squelched her immediate hunger, but evening was upon them, and she wanted to have a romantic interlude before more bedtime antics.

The mid-day sex had been just as it had often been before, completely fulfilling for her and, she hoped, also for him. He had seemed to like it. As she lay beneath him, he ran his cock slowly back and forth, scouring her inner membranes with his thick shaft and its large head. She felt her channel swell and shrink with each smooth stroke, her nerves lit up by the passing corona ring. Her G-spot was especially sensitive, and her spine shivered at each buffing pass across the nerve cluster.

He lay atop her, bracing most of his weight, just enough heaviness to press down on her body and squashing her boobs, confirming his masculine dominance as he fucked her. She felt a sense of capture and reveled in the way he made her feel so wanted. She had dreamed of such during her college days masturbations. The reality was even more than she could have imagined.

The thought of more sex tonight warmed her groin. She had been intermittently active in college, taking a few professors' quickies for better grades, and even had a brief period with a steady boyfriend. But nothing serious. And none of them came close to Mike's cock mastery.

The bathroom door opened, and an equally naked Mike entered. She turned toward him, ready to take a hug, but he turned her to face the counter, pressing her belly to the top edge, spooning his flaccid cock against her ass crack. He rested his chin on her shoulder, his blue eyes peering into her green ones, staring back at him from the mirror.

His hands came to her marvelous tits, cupping and playing with them. He noted the cosmetics and saw where she had daubed her nipples with added color. He pinched and rolled her popped-up nubs.

She squinted at how he made her feel so desired when he caressed her: anywhere, anytime, with or without clothes, in private or furtively in public.

"I have a friend who wants to fuck you."

Wendy's eyes popped open. Had she heard him correctly? His fingers still fiddled with her nipples, gaining greater puffy stiffness.

"I don't understand."

"I have a friend who wants to fuck you. Tonight. At his house."

The foreboding sent a shiver down her spine. Even still, a wetness grew in her pussy. She felt one of his hands drop to her cunt, a finger sawing gently through the moistening inner tissues.

Mike knew from experience that this would be a hit-or-miss proposition. His hands massaged her nipples and cunt, generating her heat, conflating her emotions of excitement and dread, knowing the suddenness of the idea was beyond her comfort zone.

Wendy's comfort zone had always been safe and sure of who she allowed access to her womb. This ominous situation would challenge that supposition.

Yet, she was intrigued. Mike was a great cock wielder in bed. Was his friend equally talented, or even better?

Mike saw her eyes flicker with misgiving, but she hadn't protested; he pushed his plan forward.

"Let's get you ready. He's waiting for your arrival."

He backed off, took her hand, and led her to the adjacent bedroom. She saw a sheer dress laid out on the bed, a pair of strappy high heels next to it. He helped her into the shoes. They elevated her to his taller height.

He picked up the outfit and held it up. It wasn't a real dress, but rather a thin pullover of dark diaphanous silk. He lifted it above her head, while she raised her arms to slip into the sleeveless outfit. It flittered down her body, his hands and hers straightening the folds over her ass.

The hem stopped mid-thigh, but that didn't matter. It was barely a body cover, translucent, displaying the vague shadows of her nipples and shaved nether cleft.

He smiled and nodded, turning her towards the wall mirror, and, along with her, examined the sexy, coy view of her daring display. His hands cupped and played with her sheer-covered boobs.

"What a first impression you're going to make. He's going to be so eager to fuck your sexy body. Okay, then, time to go."

He gave her a whack on the ass as she turned to leave the bedroom and head for the front door.

Wendy realized that she hadn't given verbal consent, but she had been willing to let him prepare her for this unexpected turn of events. And she wasn't inclined to back out now. It was still date night, just a different date.