Bending Boundaries

I squeaked again, unable to answer. My face went hot. I didn't think he'd noticed.

"That's what I thought," he said, sounding angrier the more he vented. "So you've been lying to me for years." I nodded, still silent and turned away from him. "And you lied about being okay with me seeing Jan. And who knows what else you lied about. Shit . . . I've always been straight with you Vickie." He made a frustrated sound and continued. "You just had to push, didn't you?" he spat, his voice vicious. "You pushed too far and made me into a cheater and I don't know how to feel about you anymore!"

I couldn't turn around, couldn't face him. He was right. But did he have to be so mean about it? In the fifteen years that I'd known him, he'd never been a jerk to me. Not ever. He'd always been gentle and sweet. Sure, we teased and insulted each other, but we knew it was just joking around and it never went far. This was clearly not joking—he was aiming to hurt me. I had to say something, get him to stop. I turned and with tears standing in my eyes I said, "Sam, I'm sorry."

"You were selfish Vickie," he said, stabbing his finger towards me, his voice flat again. He was glaring at me and his other hand was still in a fist.

The anger surged back up and I took a step towards him, batting his finger away. The words left my mouth before I realized. "Yeah? Well YOU screwed ME this morning! What the hell was that?"

He took a step too and we were right up against each other. I was forced to look up because there was at least seven inches difference in our height. "That was ME being selfish!" he shouted back. "I didn't say I was the only one!"

I was stunned but didn't want to take the time to figure out what he meant by that. I wasn't going to back down. If I did, I'd just go back to feeling weak, and it felt better to be angry. "I said I was sorry! What the hell do you want from me? I was stupid and it was wrong but you fucked me too and now you're just being an asshole about it!"

He grabbed my upper arms tightly, still yelling. "That's because you mean everything to me and you threw it away! I can't deal with the fact that I'm not sorry about it—I should be sorry! But it was fucking good and I was supposed to be the strong one but you made me give in and I fucking liked it!"

"You . . . what?" I asked, bewildered.

His answer was to kiss me. Hard. He let go of my arms and grabbed my face, pressing his mouth against mine. We both moved back from the momentum of his movement until I hit the wall. After a few seconds, I recovered enough from the shock of the kiss to return it, parting my mouth and letting his seeking tongue brush against mine. His hands dropped to my breasts, which he gripped eagerly. I hadn't bothered to put on a bra, so the only thing between his hands and my boobs was a thin tee shirt. I gasped into his mouth and his tongue touched mine again.

My right hand dropped to grab his dick through his jeans. He was already hard. Taking control of the situation for a moment, I put both hands on his chest and walked the two of us to my bed. I broke the kiss and swept my suitcase onto the floor. While I was distracted, he grabbed the hem of my tee shirt and with one smooth movement pulled it over my head. He attacked my breasts with his hands and mouth, sucking, licking, nibbling. I enjoyed the attention, but his enthusiasm made me topple backwards onto the bed. Wasting no time, he climbed on top, nestling between my legs and continuing to maul my boobs. I tilted my hips and pressed myself against his bulge, letting out a groan. He thrust back, increasing the pressure on my pussy.

It was enough to take my breath away, but I needed more. I started shimmying my shorts and panties down. I only managed to get one leg out before he distracted me by letting go of my breasts and sitting back. He undid his jeans and yanked them down, just over his hips. His dick ('cock,' I reminded myself, feeling silly for still being too embarrassed to use dirtier words in my own head) was jutting up at an angle. It was the first time I'd seen it clearly, I realized . . . it looked huge, hard and ready. And it was about to be plunged into me again. I couldn't wait to feel him inside me and wasn't able to hold back a whimpering noise.

Sam pulled his shirt over his head and settled back on top of me, kissing me again. His every movement was manly and insistent. He rubbed the head of his penis up and down my slit, brushing against my clit. I quivered and pressed myself to him, feeling him slide back down and start to enter me. There was no teasing, no waiting—he needed to be inside me and wasn't going to take his time getting there. Which was fine by me—I couldn't wait either. I couldn't get enough of him.

He thrust in hard and I gasped. There it was—that fullness I'd been craving ever since he pulled out of me that morning. I bucked against him as he started thrusting into me. We moved together perfectly but erratically, losing ourselves to lust. Everything we'd just been shouting at each other just didn't matter anymore—all that mattered was this . . . our two bodies entwined, his cock invading me, both of us rushing towards climax. Just two childhood friends fulfilling their needs, taking pleasure from each other. It was intense . . . breathtaking . . . and all too brief.

Before long, Sam was slamming into me with everything he had, me returning every thrust with movements of my own as I climbed the peaks towards a massive orgasm. The sounds we were making were animalistic—growls and howls of pleasure, guttural noises, grunts and whines. I exploded suddenly, crying out with the force of it, my insides clenching and releasing . . . I felt the orgasm throughout my entire body.

"Ohh Vix," he gasped, and I felt myself rising to another orgasm immediately, just from the desperate sound of his voice.

"Yes," I breathed, clinging onto him, my heels digging into his ass, my hands running over the tight muscles of his back and shoulders. "Yes, give it to me, Sam. Give me all of it." I think I said more than that, but I don't know if the rest made any coherent sense—my mouth and brain were still on auto pilot. All I knew was pleasure. I started spasming again and Sam stiffened, letting out a long, deep moan as he shot into me, filling me with his cum.

I felt warm and full, content. He stayed where he was for a couple of minutes, stroking my hair and looking down at me. His eyes held none of his former anger . . . they were back to being those soul-piercing green eyes I'd loved for most of my life. Eventually he pulled back, sliding out of me. His semen flowed out in a rush, like the cork being removed from a bottle. Sam flopped down beside me on his side, propped up on his elbow, still regarding me silently.

"What . . . what are you thinking about?" I asked tentatively. I didn't want to know, but I had to know at the same time. This time it had felt different. Maybe . . . but no, I couldn't let myself hope that things could possibly be okay until I heard it from him.

"I ended things with Jan today," Sam said softly.

"You did?"

"Yeah. I didn't tell her about you and me. I just said there was someone else and it wasn't fair to her. I know her and I weren't really exclusive or anything, but . . . well, it still felt like I cheated. So I couldn't keep dating her."

"I'm sorry," I said quietly.

"I'm still not," he said with a sigh. "You, uh, still moving out?"

"Do you want me to?" I asked, trying to keep the quiver out of my voice.

He was quiet for a time, then said, "I don't want you to. I'm not okay with how this all went down, and it still hurts that you lied to me, but I do care about you. More than I've ever admitted to you. You've been my best friend since we were kids, and I can't imagine not having you in my life. There's something here and if I'm honest, there always has been."

"But we had the boundaries up?" I offered.

"Uh huh. I guess if you hadn't pushed, they would have stayed up. I have no idea what's next, though, Vix."

"We build new ones?" I suggested.

He looked down at me and smiled. Something in his eyes and voice made me think that everything was going to be okay. With time. "That sounds like a really good place to start." He kissed me again, this time gently, tenderly.

It would take awhile to rebuild things between us, but I knew we could do it. It was important. We were important. And now I knew he felt the same.

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Author's Note: This one goes out to my friend M. She's always been one of my biggest supporters. I probably would have stopped after four stories, if not for her enthusiastic fangirling. I hope she likes the improved version of this story. Also to L. and K., two of my favorite Literotica authors. I took a lot of inspiration from the two of you for this one.