From Friends to FWB

"Be honest," you said, sitting there with your legs crossed, lighting incense.

The match light flickered in your eyes. Nag champa rose and filled the space between us, edging out my silence.

"I... I..." I said, continuing to stutter.

"It's fine if you do." You smiled, tilting your head to the side to move the bangs from your eyes.

"Yes." I said, holding my breath.

"Was that so difficult? Look, nothing happened. I didn't freak out. I'm not grossed out. I do it too."

"You do? Which friends?"

For the first time, it was you who blushed. It was a big relief because usually I'm the one who is embarassed. My racing heart slowed a few beats.

"A few of them," you said, then a pause. "You're one of them."

"You've masturbated... thinking of me?"

"Yup."

I flipped through my spank bank, thinking through the five or six images saved in my head. If I was being honest, you were all of them. Like the Fourth of July when you wore that light pink bikini. Sitting on the edge of the pool, legs hanging, toes in the water, and thighs slightly parted. My eyes slid up your sun-kissed legs to the spandex fabric that covered the soft curve of your mound. I stole a second glance over the edge of my beer. I remembered you held a Surfside that I thought was just about the right size and shape for me to imagine some things about a friend that I probably shouldn't.

Though it was just an image from months ago, I twitched against my pants.

But you were actually in front of me, legs folded with that same softness between them.

My cock filled, surged, reached out toward you. I felt it expand down the leg of my pants.

"I think about you too," I said. "A lot."

"All the time?"

I nodded.

"Me too," you said, relaxing your smile.

I felt lighter after that confession. Wondered if you did too. Didn't think to ask, because you reached over, grabbed my hand, and pulled on top of you. We fell, huffing laughter.

There was no hiding my arousal now though. It was pressed between us, evidence that I meant what I finally had confessed to you -- I've wanted you for a long time.

It wasn't just the way you looked in your swimsuit. It wasn't that you were a friend and thereby unobtainable.

I don't even know if it's that complicated. I just kept catching myself wanting to be the person you text when something stupid happens. Wanting us to lock eyes and both hold our laughter because we are in on the inside jokes. I'd picture you answering the door in whatever you were already wearing -- a t-shirt and underwear -- comfortable to be you, because that's who I liked.

You looked up at me and smiled, then with a strength I didn't expect, lifted your hips off of the carpet. My breath caught as you pressed yourself to the underside of my cock. Your hands tightened on my biceps as you moaned.

With another rock of the hips, you stroked me through our clothes. We both felt it then, the frustration of denim, the thick fabric between us. We craved skin. We needed the warmth.

I slid back on my knees. Put my hands on your waistband, gave you one quick look, and you nodded.

Please, your eyes said, hurry. Take them off.

I made an executive decision and grabbed your panties, stripping you below the waist. The scent of clean laundry and your soaped skin -- mixed with the incense -- induced an orgasm of the brain. A shiver rolled through me.

And then I looked at you. At the thin landing strip of black hair leading to your prim folds, tight lips already wet, shining. I put my hands to your inner thigh, nudging your legs apart.

"Not fair," you said. "New rule -- no clothes."

You sat up and ripped off your shirt. Hands unclasping your bra. Breasts dropping slightly under their weight.

I wasted no time. I wanted you to see me too. I did. But I was nervous, thinking that you would probably like what you saw, because I certainly liked what I saw.

I tossed my shirt aside. Your eyes worked their way down my chest and you gave a subtle, approving nod. When my hands fumbled with my belt, you kept your gaze there, as if you were supporting my fingers, urging me onward.

Once I yanked the belt free of the buckle, you reached out and unzipped my pants. Tugged my boxers down, and your jaw dropped.

I won't lie. That might have been the greatest moment of my life. You, my crush for so long, subject of my every masturbatory fantasy, was in awe of my cock.

"All these years," you said. "You've been hiding this from me? If I'd known..."

"What?" I said, you smiled, not breaking eye contact. Letting me squirm. "If you'd known, you'd...?"

"I would have done this." And then your mouth was on me.

You didn't rush. You ran your tongue along the underside, tasting and mapping. When you took me in, your hand held my hip like you were steadying both of us. I looked down and watched your bangs fall forward the same way they had when you lit the incense. I reached down and took a fistful of your hair, keeping it from your eyes. You hummed a thank-you once, low, and the vibration shook through me.

"Fuck," I said quietly, still in disbelief.

You pulled off with a loud pop, just long enough to look up, lips wet. "Yeah. Fuck."

And then you cupped my balls with the other hand, taking me back inside your mouth. I leaned back on my knees so I could watch your lips stretched wide for me, sliding along my skin. "You are too good at that,"

You mumbled something that sounded like "I know."

Then, you did something with your tongue that pulsed the bottom of my shaft. My balls twitched and when you moaned satisfaction, I knew that you'd just tasted my precum.

Suddenly, I wanted to touch you.

"Can we sixty nine?" I said.

You pulled back. "Really?"

"Yes. I want to."

You sat back on your heels. "Guys don't usually-"

"I want to."

My jaw tightened and your shoulders dropped slightly, relaxing. You were safe with me. I made sure you saw it in my eyes.

You nodded.

We lay together, mouths by each other's sex and breathing hot on our mutual swelling.

With one hand on your knee, I lifted your leg and opened your thighs. My kisses began slowly.

I wanted to savor you. I wanted you to beg for my kiss.

But my plan to make you whimper for me was broken when you popped one of my balls into your mouth, and stroked me with both hands.

I groaned into your thigh. You knew. You knew exactly what you were doing to me.

I didn't want to be the lightweight, so I took a deep breath and kissed your pussy lips. Wetness coated my lips. I licked it, tasting you for the first time. Divine.

As I kissed your folds, I paid attention to your stomach on mine, the way your breasts rose and fell, the breathing, the sounds you made. I wanted to learn and I needed your body to teach me.

I found what made your leg quiver in my grip, the edge where I sucked you in my mouth. Pulsing my lips, my tongue slow and steadily and relentless licking your pink fold. I slipped a finger inside you, forcing a gasp from you. I teased you at first, but then I found the spot that felt different. Flexing my hand, curling my finger to touch you how you seemed to like.

"Can you put another finger in?" you said.

Of course I can. You were guiding me. Good.

You stretched when I added another finger but something shifted. I felt the difference on my cock, in your body. You slowed down. Stopped.

"Are you okay?" I said.

"I want this." You squeezed my cock and waggled it around.

"Then, fucking take it."

You laughed and pushed me onto my back. Straddled me. Held my shaft up, lining my tip to you, and then impaled yourself on it.

Your eyes went wide as I parted you. "Goddamn, that's a lot."

"Ease down on it."

You inhaled, nodded, and then slowly took a bit more.

Lifted up, coating me with your wetness, before taking more.

I sat up on my elbows. I needed to not miss a single inch of you as you worked yourself down me.

"You look so fucking good taking my cock."

"I do?" Your cheeks turned red.

I smiled. "Exquisite."

You whimpered, sinking further onto me.

"Good girl. Take it all."

"Yes," you gasped. "Yes, I want to take it all."

Your walls clenched on me, squeezing so tightly, and tighter still as you were filled. I could feel your body straining with its natural limits.

Your lips stretched wide, revealing your clit. I found you with my thumb, circling you slowly, my other hand on your hip as I met you with my own hips. I pushed up, gentle but firm until your clit pressed to my pubic area, into my skin.

"Mmm. So full. Can I just stay on you like this for a moment?" you said.

"You can stay like that forever."

You tilted your head, eyes suspicious and then, not. "Maybe I will."

"Good."

"But I read somewhere that an erection over four hours was a medical emergency."

I laughed.

Your eyes went wide once more. "Fuck. When you laughed, it pulsed in me."

"Did it feel good?"

"Ffffyeah..." you said, laughing.

"You just clenched so tight. Laughing during sex is our new thing."

"Our sex move."

This was good. This was what I want. Laughter and you and fucking. You clutched your chest, trying to get a breath.

You shook your head, composing yourself.

"Now, shut up and let me fuck you," you said.

"Please."

You planted both hands on my chest, fingers splayed across my pecs. Slowly you ground your hips on me, back and forth, soaking my skin with that sweet slickness as you kissed me with those folds.

I took your breasts in my hands, using a part of my palms to help keep you upright. I hoped it made it easier for you to ride. With the rest of my hand, I cupped those creamy, soft tits. Teased your nipples between thumb and finger, smiled as you moaned.

"Don't hold back," you said, bucking harder. "You can cum."

"In you?"

"Yes," you said, gasping for breath. "Fuck."

You gritted your teeth and rode faster. Wildly writhing. Your face flushed a deep red.

"Now," you said. "Cum and I'll cum."

"Fuck."

"Yes. I feel it throbbing. Let go."

My hips shot up, bottoming out in you just as my body shook.

"Fuck," you gasped. "What the fuck!!!? Oh my fucking-"

And then you broke. Absolutely broke. Soft and pleasing whimpers. Pussy clamping. Hands raking down my chest leaving red lines. Squirting, flooding my belly as you lost control.

Seeing your pleasure shattered me. My balls emptied, my cock pulsed, and I held myself deep in you as I filled you with my cum.

You fell onto my chest. Your breasts on my scratchy chest hair. My hand in your hair. We caught our breath and stayed connected.

And in no hurry to not be.