More Than Friends: His & Hers

She had no such hang up and, having gone without for a little too long recently, savoured the scene. Rewinding it had certainly been for her benefit, not just another way of torturing him. That actor was another one with stupidly sensuous lips -- it was one of the reasons she was addicted to him, though naturally if anyone asked it was all about the quality of his acting. She couldn't help a little leap of envy (mostly in her groin...) as he gently nibbled down his leading lady's neck and over the swell of her breast in her low cut top. Mmmm. Yeah, so they were surrounded by cameras and it must be about as romantic as a morgue, but... shit, that still had to feel good, surely... oh, and the bitch got paid to let him do it. Life was not fair.

As the screen faded to black she was distracted by a movement out of the corner of her eye. She glanced over at Ben, who unaccountably looked guilty as hell.

"Just cold." She raised her eyebrows, wondering what he was talking about. "Want to share?" he added, and she shook her head, deciding that whatever it was probably wasn't worth missing the film to figure out.

She put the remote back on the coffee table and settled back to enjoy the movie. She would never confess it, of course, but it was an old favourite from her college days and she had not been able to resist renting it, though knowing what it was like she probably should have watched it when Ben was out. He had insisted, she reminded herself, even if he had clearly not realised what it was like. She was a sucker for romance, and in her sex starved state a romance that also had great onscreen chemistry and enough barely broadcastable humping to make it unsuitable for minors was of course a big plus. It was easy -- a little too easy -- to put herself into the scene, and it was making her feel more than a little hot under the collar.

She was pretty sure that in real life a kiss and a grope would not perform quite the magic of reconciliation and lead to a swift shag up against the wall, but then, that was just one of the disappointments of real life, wasn't it. In the movies an argument was just a great excuse for make up sex, which seemed like a damn good idea. She wondered to herself if it was allowed to start an argument with one's flatmate off the off chance that the quarrel's resolution would result in a good rogering, and then gave herself another mental slap. He had a great smile, but he was also a loyal and reliable friend. That was too important to shag up (she gave herself props for the pun) just to get laid. Good as it might be, if the night time sound effects were any guide... She laughed at herself and shook her head. OK, so maybe he was a bit fanciable, if she was totally honest with herself, well, more than a bit, but when she was feeling horny was probably not the time to try and weigh up the pros and cons of it all.

Her thoughts had pulled her away from the scenes on the screen, and she suddenly noticed how quiet and still Ben had become. She looked over at him, then followed his gaze and realised with a start that he was staring at her breasts, and also that her thoughts had affected her more than she realised, her nipples starting to make little tents in the fabric of her pyjama top.

It gave her a little thrill up her spine to be the object of his lust, but she still couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed too... it must be totally blatant how turned on she had become watching the movie; it seemed easiest all round to make light of the situation.

"Are you staring at my tits, Benny boy?" She kept the question humorous and teasing, and chuckled to herself as his head snapped up guiltily, his attention switching back to the couple on the screen. Right now, she knew, that was unlikely to help him gather his thoughts.

He tried to dissemble but she cut him off mid denial with another laugh. "It's OK." It was, she realised, actually a bit more than OK, but... again, this was so not the time... She lied madly, trying to make out that she hadn't realised what the film was like. "It is a bit much when you're single," she finished, feeling suddenly a little guilty. She should probably have kept this one as a private watch... she had never seen him look so uncomfortable.

"It's OK," she reassured more softly. "Seriously, it's... well hey, it's a compliment probably..."

She forced out a stiff little giggle, but it died in her throat when she finally caught his eye. Wow. Why had he never looked at her that way before, she wondered. Suddenly he looked a whole lot less like a teddy bear.

She knew she was probably licking her lips again, but, consumed by his expression, she could not even make herself hide the reaction. He was bound to turn away, mortified, but just for this moment they were caught, trapped in the moment, and the sudden zing in the air... well, she did not want to waste it.

Ben's hand slowly started moving, and she found herself watching, slightly disbelieving, as it moved towards her breast. He wouldn't... he'd never... surely...

She would have been amazed at how he was blowing her assumptions apart as his fingers lightly caressed her, but she was far too caught up in how good it felt to be touched, and, somehow both shocking and incredibly arousing, how good it felt to be touched by Ben. His thumb rubbed against her nipple and the heat that had built up over the hour spent working herself up in front of the movie flared, shooting pleasure directly to her groin. He placed his whole hand over her breast, massaging it softly (oh God oh God oh God his hands were even better than his smile why had she never thought to find out how did he know exactly what she wanted...) so that she moaned and leaned in to kiss him. He bent to meet her mouth, and somehow they seemed to jump from the merest brush of lips to passionate, desperate, almost teenager like snogging in no time at all.

He momentarily drew away and instinctively she followed his mouth, finding herself in his lap, the gratifying bulk of his erection pressing against the zip of his jeans. He slid her hands up under her top, then continued sliding as she lifted her arms, inviting him to peel the cotton from her body. She swallowed hard as he pulled it off and threw it who knew where. He looked at her hungrily, but she suddenly felt foolishly embarrassed, and pressed herself back against him, hiding her nakedness against his body as she scrabbled to undo his shirt, feeling too exposed when he was still fully dressed.

The shirt was rapidly discarded, and the feel of his skin against hers, the way the sprinkling of hair rubbed against her nipples, was so delicious, so unbelievably sexy, that self consciousness was swallowed up. She moaned as she ground herself into him, the feel of his long fingered hands on her skin making her tingle with anticipation.

Suddenly, without her quite knowing how it had happened, he had pushed her onto her back on the sofa cushions, and she hardly had time to decide if she felt awkward about his frank appreciation before he was running his hand over her skin again, down her breastbone, over her belly, and down between her legs, touching her teasingly so that she rocked against him, knowing that he would feel her aroused wetness through the thin cotton.

She had never seen herself as beautiful, but when he said it it somehow rang true and the words settled somewhere deep inside her, perhaps even more of a turn on than the feel of his fingers on her. She smiled up at him as his hand teased her; maybe after all she had been wrong about Ben being a little timid... She allowed herself a small moan as he bent over her to kiss her mouth again; their kisses were slower now and she explored his mouth with her tongue and sucked gently at his lips... Ahh, his lips. Somehow both soft and firm on hers, they were as sensual as she had ever imagined; she was far from finished with them when he started kissing along her jawbone and then down the side of her neck, but they felt equally delicious on her skin.

The tension and buzz building up inside her as she waited for him to move lower was almost unbearably sweet; as his lips finally moved along the flesh of her breast and then at last his tongue flickered across her nipple, she moaned again, feeling she could almost come just from this. She had always loved a man loving her breasts... she would have told Ben about it herself if she had ever managed to have a conversation about sex that didn't end after about five seconds with him sprinting from the room, but it turned out she didn't have to; he instinctively knew what she needed. And, oh, it felt so fucking good.

She cried out as he began to gently suck at her, his fingers massaging and kneading her flesh, his tongue teasing her nipple until it was almost painfully hard and each move of his mouth sent a ripple of need through her. He moved to her other breast, leaving his fingers to tease the first, and now both her nipples were zinging and tingling and she was so hot and so wet that she felt she might melt through his jeans.

He looked up at her for a moment as he gathered the fullness of her in his hands and then brought his mouth down. Sanity died as he took both her nipples into his mouth, sucking on them hard, the warm wet heat of his mouth, his long, skilful tongue, even the lightest bite of his teeth to draw out every last bit of pleasure from every last nerve ending.

The sensation was too much, and her body was screaming out to feel him inside her. Without a conscious thought she reached down and ran her hand over him through the stiff fabric of his jeans, hooked her fingers round the button, yanked the zip down, and slipped the waist of his boxers down till she had him in her hand, solid and heavy in her palm. She squeezed her hand around him, ran a nail up the underside of of his erection, gratified to find him already rock hard and still more gratified by his reaction to her touch.

"Please, please Ben," she murmured, running her fingers over the length of him, encircling the base of his cock, feeling the enjoyable weight of his balls in her hands, but now getting more desperate to feel him inside her, filling her, satisfying her. "I want you inside me," she wanted to say, "I want to feel you hard and thick and hot in me, I want you to fuck me so hard I can't sit down for a week," but all she could muster was a whimper.

Fortunately he got the message almost instantly. His hands were on her hips as he slid her pyjamas down and she lifted her pelvis to meet him as he parted her legs and slipped his fingers inside her for a brief moment before guiding himself into her in one smooth, deep thrust which made her gasp. She had not known what to expect, of course, but it was hard not to have preconceived notions; she had always imagined Ben must be as gentle in bed as he was in the rest of his life, a slow lover, sensual and tender, maybe eventually becoming wild and uninhibited as his confidence grew. It was both shocking and incredibly sexy to find that instead he was this forceful brute, ploughing into her hard, thrusting like an animal, almost desperate, kissing her face and then her neck, murmuring wonder and disbelief in her ear. His obvious awe at finding himself fucking her was an incredible turn on, and without really thinking she spread her legs even further, then folded her feet around his arse, pushing him further into her, opening herself to him completely. Each thrust made her cry out, and she dug her nails hard into his backside to ram him home; sudden warmth flooded inside her and he juddered and shook as he came.

As he collapsed on top of her, she breathed out heavily. Blimey. All this time being mates, all this time sharing the flat, and she had never imagined that maybe Ben could do "rampant sex machine" as well as "best mate ever". Wow. Surely she had never heard anything from his room that would have witnessed to something this incredible. Sure, she had not come, but she had never, ever been the object of so much raw passion. Suddenly she realised she really didn't want to compare it with anything she might previously have overheard. She wanted it to be her next time as well. And the time after that. For a long time.

She stumbled over her words as she rushed to reassure him that it had been good for her too, and then bit her lip as she managed to make a fool of herself, getting her tongue tied in a knot. He was looking at her again in a way which made her stomach flip over, and she suddenly felt self conscious again, hair awry, naked, flushed from sex and still unavoidably and obviously aroused. She looked away and wrapped her arms around herself in embarrassment, trying to ignore her wet pussy, which was crying out for satisfaction.

"Oh no you don't," he whispered, his voice both amused and full of promise. He looked down at her, and she could almost feel his gaze on her skin, then back into her face as he gently but firmly moved her hands away. Her face grew red as he drank her in, and then he began to touch her and stroke her. She shuddered at his touch.

"I have wanted to touch you for such a long time," he murmured in her ear as he teased her nipple still harder with his fingers. "I'm going to drive you out of your mind, like you drove me out of mine."

He stayed looking at her for what seemed an age, as his hand moved over her skin and she involuntarily shifted and sighed with his caresses. He stroked and massaged, and lightly tweaked her nipples between two fingers, then at last bent down to run his tongue over her skin until she forgot to be shy and forgot to be Kate, dissolving into a puddle of shudder and heat as he caressed her with his hands and his mouth.

She was desperate now, gagging to feel him inside her again, and he made his way slowly down her belly, torturously, almost cruelly, making her beg before he moved lower. As his mouth moved across her mount he paused again again, making her wait for one more long moment before he slipped between her swollen lips and let his tongue roam. She let out her long held breath with a squeal of appreciation.

The small part of her brain that was able to function with some degree of logic decided that she had been seriously naive to imagine that Ben might be a little innocent regarding the finer details of sex. His mouth on her was tender and teasing, but he found each sensitive spot as if he had memorised some personal map of her pussy; if she had been less knocked out on pleasure she might have been embarrassed by the cries and moans that she could not begin to control.

At last he moved slowly back towards her hard centre, and she took a few gasping breaths as he inched his way up her slit, finding what felt like every nerve ending individually with his tongue. She tensed herself for his touch, but when it came it was still devastating, the pleasure radiating out from his tongue on her clit so intense that her body shook and she wildly grasped her hair, touched her breasts and dug her hands into the sofa; he started to slowly and repetitively lap at her, and she shuddered and squealed again. Each touch was almost unbearable, and he gave her no time to recover before he sent more shocks of pleasure through her body with his next stroke. He slipped his fingers inside her and she felt her body tighten around him, felt him moan against her clit, and any semblance of control was long gone as she writhed under him.

Just when she thought she could not bear any more, something broke inside her, he licked harder or he moaned louder or his fingers moved differently -- she had no time to work out what it was before the wave of ecstasy overwhelmed her and she shuddered and shook with the feeling as the intense orgasm ripped through her, the pleasure starting in her swollen crotch but rapidly seeming to spread to every last cell of her body. She whimpered as he continued to luxuriously lick her, eking out the moment for as long as he could, and she stayed with him, rocking her body against his mouth, till finally it was too much and she pushed herself away, still feeling lightheaded, almost unable to believe that she was capable of such pleasure, let alone that it was Ben who had given it to her.

Ben moved again to lie on top of her, kissing her skin as he worked his way up her body, then rolled her on top of him as he lay back into the leather of the sofa cushions.

"Who knew?" she gasped again as she settled, spent, against his chest. "Who knew?"

Ben was gently stroking her back, his hands idly running down her spine and over her bottom in a casual yet possessive way that was curiously sexy. He laughed, and she felt the rumble in his chest. She cocked her head up to grin at him.

"So I take it you are OK with being more than friends?" he inquired with one raised eyebrow.

She raised herself up on one elbow from her position reclining on his chest and gave him an appraising look. He was flushed and sweaty, smiling at her in a very un-teddy-bear, not-at-all-innocent way. She wondered how she had missed this for so long, how she had dismissed him as only vaguely attractive when it was becoming clear that he was so incredibly sexy.

"I guess I can live with it," she told him, running a finger round one of his nipples, enjoying the way his eyes unfocused slightly at her touch and the way his body reacted to her caress. "I knew there had to be some upside to living with someone who's allergic to washing up... and I reckon we had at least as much fun as those guys," she added cheekily, gesturing to the TV where the film had finished, unwatched.

Ben laughed again and drew her back down into his arms, where she settled with a happy sigh. What the outcome of this would be, she could not imagine. But maybe her fantasy of best friend and lover was closer than she had imagined. And if tonight was anything to go by, it was sure as hell going to be worth the wait.