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My phone rings.  He’s on the other end.  The one guy who has had me wrapped around his finger for the better part of a decade.  Over the years he’s gotten more blowjobs from me than I can count.  Today he will more than likely get another one.

“I have a new place.  You should come see it.”

“I don’t know hun, I’m really not in the mood to do anything today more intense than watching a musical.”

“Please.”

“Fine.  I’ll have to shower.  See you soon enough.”

“Never soon enough.”

In the seven years since we started playing this game blowjobs are all that have ever happened.  I’ve kissed his lips less often than I’ve sucked his dick.  Recently we’ve started kissing more and he’s taken to playing with my tits.  Still, he’s never seen me with my shirt off and we’ve never fucked.

He meets me at the front door, gives me a tour of the place, even introduces me to his roommate.  Part of me feels like this is all too formal for what is about to happen, but then I remember that we’re actually good friends, blowjobs notwithstanding, and this is normal friend behavior.

The tour ends in his bedroom, the master suite of the townhome he’s now renting.  He sits on the end of the bed, pats the mattress beside him.  We talk momentarily about life, about his ex, about the guy at work I’m crazy about, and soon enough his mouth is on my chest, kissing the tops of my breasts.  I lean back, arch myself into him, let him yank down my shirt and pull my tits out.  He pushes me back onto the bed, crawling over me to kiss and bite at my nipples.  My hand works it’s way behind his head and I hold him there, my nails digging at his neck.  I try to keep my voice down but it’s been too long since anyone paid this kind of attention to me.  I moan into his hair as he teases me.

My hand slides down his back, around his hip, and settles on the top of his jeans.  I can feel how hard he is and rub him through the thick fabric.  He kneels, letting me undo his belt before pushing his jeans off and bring himself to my mouth.

I love his cock, I really do.  Perfectly sized for blowjobs, he’s thick enough to take some effort but not too thick, and long enough to just really press at the back of my throat when I take him all the way in.  He loves that, he stops breathing when I do it.

We flip so that he’s laying on his back and I’m somewhat leaning over him.  He gathers all of my hair up into his hand, holding it on the top of my head.  After all these years he knows better than to push my head down, but he keeps pressure there so that when I come back up I push off of him again.  His hips buck and with a moan he fucks my mouth as I play with his balls.

“Goddamn, if I could get a blowjob from you every day I would never be depressed again.  Your mouth is like Zoloft.”

I laugh and deep throat him to show my appreciation of his compliment.  Flattery will get you everywhere with me.  He moans deliciously and lets my hair fall.  He begins to claw at my back, pulling up my shirt.

“Do you want this off?”  I ask him.  He nods as he pulls up the hem.  It’s up over my head and he’s already working at my bra.  Secretly I’m amazed we’ve gotten this far. 

I go back to his cock, twisting my hand and fluttering my tongue across the head.  It drives him mad and I know that.  He moans again and I take a moment to look up at him.

“Do you want me to fuck you?” he askes.  I am taken by surprise.  “Now there’s a wonderful new option for us.  Do you have a condom?”  He nods and we’re both standing, he putting on the condom, me sliding out of my jeans.

“Bend over,” he commands.  I like the tone in his voice.  I’m excited to see how it will feel to be fucked by him.  My ass goes up in the air for him.

He pushes into me slowly and I gasp.  He slowly begins to thrust, taking his time and letting me adjust to him.  My arms are stretched straight out in front of me, the sheets balled up in my fists as I do my best to smother my moans in the covers.  He quickens his hips and I love the sound of him smacking up against my ass.  I’m panting over and over again, “fuck me fuck me fuck me,” and he is grabbing at my hips and pressing his hands into my back, going as deep as he can.

My hand goes down between my legs and I rub my clit as he fucks me.  I’m whimpering for release and I can tell he’s close.

“Fuck, I don’t want to come yet,” he growls as he slows down, but thrusts deeper like he is punishing my pussy for being too tight.

I bury my face in the blankets and feel my orgasm building.  “I don’t care, fuck me!  I’m so close.”

He picks up speed again and I’m over the edge, shaking and crying out as he bucks his hips into me frantically.  He’s almost there and I can feel his nails dig into my hips, I grind my hips back into him.

“Oh fuck yes, I’m…” he moans and grabs my shoulder tightly as he leans his full weight into me.  It almost makes me cum a second time.

He pushes back off of me, letting his hand drag down my spine in a delightful way that makes me shiver.  I curl up on the bed, my legs completely jelly.  We’ve finally crossed that line in our friendship.  Seven years later and we’re finally here.

Posted 8 months ago