Fucking a Friend

This story happened a few years ago. It involves my friend, who for the sake of this story will be renamed Kyra. Kyra and I grew up in the same town and graduated from the same school, although she was a freshmen when I graduated. We didn't know of each other then but she came to work at the same store as I did, she was placed under my watch to train.

The year wore on and we became great friends outside of the workplace as well. I became really close with her daughter and family, as she did with mine. In that year, we flirted a lot. I admit, I enjoyed it a lot and I never really thought anything about it. She had told me that she would never do anything with a married man because she found it repulsive and immoral. With that trust between us, it was open season to engage in a bizarrely, overly affectionate relationship with a woman that I considered my best friend.

So it was in a lovely spring day in April that we went to work early one morning and began working together, as usual. She came in, wearing her vintage jeans, converse, and a cute little ¾ blouse. It was the kind of bohemian style that was so popular in 2013. She smelled of honey suckle and vanilla, a tactic she used on many a man because vanilla is a scent studies showed appealed and attracted men.

On this day, she didn't know it, but she was driving me crazy. At least she didn't know it yet. Although she would.

We had been on the clock for about 20 minutes when low level playing around began. Nothing out of the ordinary; innuendos, teasing, and the games of constant one-ups-manship. I didn't start the day out on my best foot and wasn't giving it back to her as well as she was giving it to me and Kyra called me out on it.

Thats when I told her that I had a dream about her. She laughed in the way she did for a moment. When I told her it was in "that way", she stopped and dead panned me with a raised eyebrow, "Was I any good?"

I laughed and told her yes. I told her it was awkward because, generally, I didn't have dreams like that and asked her if she had dreams like that.

That's when she told me that she didn't have dreams anymore and if she did, she tried to forget them, because of a painful experience that she was still dealing with on an emotional level. She did tell me she had fantasies about all her friends though as she cackled, raising her eyebrows and sticking her tongue out at me.

Asking her if she ever fantasized about me, she immediately answered "yes" and returned to work very abruptly. I told she couldn't just say yes and go on as if nothing happened. Not missing a beat, she told me I wasn't the boss of her and she didn't have to tell me shit.

A few minutes later, I had turned around to scan something on the wall and had not noticed that she had moved closer to where I was. When I turned to face the floor, I bumped into her. My midsection against her thigh, because she had turned from kneeling behind to stand and face me.

So there it was. A singularity in our mutual existence that would alter the dynamic of our friendship and begin to build a tension that only got tighter as the work day wore on.

Neither of us moved out of the other's way. I stood there having just brushed her thigh with my semi-aroused dick. There was a two feet of space between us. She looked up into my eyes and I stared into hers. Her light brown pupils were dilated.

And fixated.

On me.

Yes, she spoke never once blinking.

"Yes, what?" I joked, beginning to realize that this had become a slightly awkward moment.

"I have fantasized about fucking you."

Of course, naturally, I got cocky. I also wanted to ask if I was as good to her as she was last night to me.

What to say next escaped me.

'She got the next one in, "and every time you got me off."

I went from cocky to what the fuck in half a second as she winked and went right back to work. "Every time?" I asked, amazed that I would be worthy of another woman's fantasy while I had dreamt one time of sleeping with her.

She spent the rest of the work day teasing me by touching me or at the very least getting very close so that I was very aware of her presence. We also talked about the rest of the day and what we had planned. Her daughter was with her parents until the late afternoon and she had nothing else planned just time for her.

My wife worked and I had nothing planned either. I asked if she wanted to see a movie but nothing was playing. We decided to watch a movie at her place until it was time for her to go over to her parents for dinner.

My mind racing over what could happen as I drove home to change. I smelled of high heaven and showered up. I put on some cologne too, just to return the favor from what she did to me earlier in the day.

I picked up a six pack and proceeded to her house. Knocking on the door, she opened it quickly and greedily took the six pack from my hand asking me if I was going to get her drunk and have my way with her. I winked and told her that was the plan. Which, in the dark recesses of my mind, was partially true.

With beer in hand, she waved me in and closed the door behind and gave me a huge hug, which wasn't uncommon. Sometimes they lingered, she liked to hug, but this one was exceptionally long. Even by her standards.

She told me I smelled absolutely sinful and she drew her tongue through her lips and raised her eyebrows with a slight, teasing giggle.

She said come with. I did, following her to the kitchen where she put the beers in the fridge, grabbed 2 of them as she closed the door and handed me one of them as she propped herself on the kitchen counter as we proceeded to shoot the shit.

Downing the beers as we talked, there was a slight debate over what to watch. We eventually agreed to watch The Walking Dead because we were both fans. I walked over to her from across the way and stood between her parted legs and wrapped my arms around her neck and kissed her forehead and told her that I loved it when she talked geeky to me.

She hissed and pushed me away, "telling me she wasn't drunk enough for all of that." she began to get down off the counter and whether on purpose or not, found herself falling into me. Calling me her hero for "saving her", she wrapped her arms around me and pulled my face down to kiss me on the cheek and told me that was all I was getting.

I feigned mock disappointment. And wrapped my arms around her and dipped my forehead against hers before she leaned into my chest, where our height difference became quite noted.

"Your heart is beating fast, darling." She teased, slowly and rubbed the side of her face against me, "And you smell delicious."

I told her payback was a bitch, a reference to her torturing me this morning.

She pulled away from me and our hands drew together and hung between us. "You're the one who had the dream, buddy."

I looked down at her and told that she was the one who fantasized about me and that I wasn't her buddy, guy.

Touche, she remarked and tore her gaze away from me and she moved towards the living room as if it were nothing. The difference was she wrapped my hand around her waist so that I was walked directly behind her, a part of my anatomy pressing into her backside.

I couldn't help it.

She became aware of it as we passed through the dining room, mocking me on my inability to keep it down and asked me what I was going to do with it because she could call my wife and have her work it down for me.

I laughed and leaned into her ear and whispered, that she should know what I am capable of, after all I get you off on a regular basis. She laughed and said that I needed to be careful, that she was already horny and was on edge. It was nothing she hadn't said to me easily dozens of times before.

Something had changed. It had changed in one moment earlier in the day. And now we were both silently recognizing it. Although I doubt either of us realized how much that recognition had a hold on us.

In a bold move as we entered the living room, I kissed the back of her neck and then her ear.

Instantly Kyra spun around and was in bitch mode. Albeit mockingly so.

"No." she shook her head and pressed her hands against my chest, pushing me away.

I jokingly told her she didn't mean it and wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her to me to hug. I had no idea what I was doing to her.

She stood on her tip toes and took a long sniff and said "God dammit, John"

We both chuckled and she fell back on her heels and would not let go of me. Neither was I.

I felt her mouth and cheeks move as she spoke, telling me that this wasn't good. It couldn't happen.

Not quite knowing but hoping, I asked her to look me in the eyes. She shook her head and told me she couldn't. This was too much.

I teased her, not knowing exactly how on edge I had made her. I was playing with fire.

Kyra tried to walk away from me, pulling away and I wouldn't let her.

She told me to let her go, nothing good was going to come from this. I was told to think.

If we moved down this path, we couldn't hang out anymore.

Almost beyond me at this point, I reached out to her and grabbed her wrist and pulled her to me. She struggled at first but then conceded as she look up and into my eyes.

"Motherfucker" she nearly spat

And she loved me for it, I teased.

Kyra shook her head and told me she loved me dearly but this, meaning the situation our playing had brought us to the brink of, this was about lust.

I told her that it was. And I leaned down just mere inches from her neck and told her that reality far exceeded my dream.

Fuck, she winced and mumbled.. Her breath caught in her throat and she held it as both her face and neck grew flushed. "Don't do this." she pleaded, looking at me with wide eyes. And dilated pupils.

I felt her palms tense on my body. Her body, whether by her actions or unconsciously began to sway against mine.

Touching the pulsing throb in her neck with my nose, I touched her chin and drew my face across her chin before lingering soft words against the side of her face, "Tell me you don't want this. Want me."

Dammit, she cursed, its not about you. Its about sex. I need this. I need you. Not at the same time. She pleaded with me to stop because she didn't have the strength to do so.

I asked her why she wants to fight it.

Kyra was now trembling and trying to fight. She told me that she was serious and I had to go.

I joked with her that she really didn't want me to.

She was silent and I could see it in her face. Everything that had brought us to this point. Need. Worry. Desire. Regret.

I kissed her. It was a slow lowering of my face to hers and I grazed my lips against hers. I heard a slight sigh escape her. I withdrew from her in the next moment and looked into her eyes.

There it was. Whatever it was that began this morning had reemerged between and while it had been teased and prodded, it was awake now and it demanded loyalty, devotion, and complete submission to it.

I kissed her again. This time, she met me and this kiss was frantic. Full of need and desperate exploration. Hands now clenched my shoulders, neck, and hair as our tongues fought against one another. I scooped her bottom and lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around me.

"Bed. Now." she tried to mumble coherently as we devoured one another.

I moved her along the wall and at one point she pulled my hair and my head instantly arched back, she feasted on my neck. I responded by slamming her back against the wall behind her and as she moaned in surprise, I bit her ear and then her neck.

As much as we had given into the moment, we were aware of our surroundings. As we entered her den, I threw her down on the daybed and fell to my knees as she sat up to greet me.

"Stop," she tried to speak between shortened breaths and placed a hand on my chest, "You're a fucking bastard."

I took her hips and shifted them, pulling down her sweat shorts and panties and yanking them from her body with need and ferocity. I told her to make me stop. There was both shock and awe on her face as clothing was tossed from her body to the other side of the room.

I placed a hand on one thigh to hold her still and sent the other traveling up another thigh.

Kyra whimpered slightly and drew in her bottom lip as my thumb parted her wet flesh.

"I hate you." she cursed as her head shot up and her torso arched along the back of the day bed, "I hate you with every fiber of my being."

'I watched Kyra's body open to me as I drew my thumb up and through her labia to explore the depths of heaven beyond.

Her arms gripped the side of the day bed for an instant and held, as if for dear life, as my index finger followed the trail of my thumb and shifted to glide down and into her slick portal. My thumb moved to claim the hardened nub, the very center of her arousal. Of her desperation.

I leaned over her prone body and began to kiss her thigh and kiss the trail blazed by my hand. I paused at the very edge of where my hand was pleasuring her and told her to make me stop.

"Fuck you" she cursed as a hand left the day bed and trailed over her belly and drawing back over her breast. Once there her other hand released the day bed and reached for the hem of her tee shirt.

As I teased her with my fingers, she drew the shirt up and over her body. I had seen her in only her bra on several occasions but never once had my touch been the reason she had taken off her clothes. She launched herself off the back of the day bed and I watched her breasts sway in the confines of her bra. Her face was full of concentrated desire.

Shit, she uttered as she pulled on my hair and nearly forced me on top of her body. My fingers tightened on her body and she convulsed. I stopped.

Her face twisted from ecstasy to wonderment as her body was rudely denied.

"You god damned prick"

I told her to tell me she wanted to cum.

She admitted it to me, her eyes wide and raging as she reached for me and pulled me to her lips.

"Fuck me." she begged.

I rose from my prone position and scooped her into my arms. I carried her to her bedroom and laid her body on the mattress.

She reached over to her night stand and pulled out a condom.

Put it on me, I ordered.

She called me a dirty bastard and drew me in with her finger.

As I stood before her, she placed the latex over my cock and it strained against her touch.

Once it was on me completely, she stroked the length of my cock and then squeezed it with her fist.

"I hate you for this."

No you don't, I told her as I reached for her legs. I pulled them to me and parted her thighs.

Holding my cock at her entrance, I pushed my head through and watched her eyes widen. I slowly filled her to my hilt and held myself there, prolonging both of our torture.

Her body splayed out across her mattress as her legs hung on either side of me while I claimed her hips. I nearly withdrew completely from her and held my head at the very sheath of her covering. As I did so, I watched her left hand squeeze her breast and the other ran over her throat and the strap of her bra.

I began to build a rhythm and thrusted in and out of her and I watched with marvel as she twisted her strap and pulled her breast out from the covering of her bra.

I was controlled. Both slow and deliberate as I felt her quickly urging those hips to greet me. I was surprised how quickly she came for me. I watched it wash over her and the aggression, that need... it dissipated as relief caressed her.

As soon as I felt her body go lax, I reached down and pulled her up to me. I slipped out of her, denying my own release in doing so and felt my throbbing cock on the inside of her thigh. What I needed more than cumming at that moment was to hear her say something and I would hear it without any coaxing or further expectation. As her body melted against mine, her feet touched the ground and her arms, weak and trembling, found their way over my shoulders.

She said my name. First and last. Nothing new and she told me again that she hated me.

Hated what I made her do. Hated herself for it and I was a dirty bastard for doing it.

Her head hung in defeat and I drank it all in. Her next words were complete validation.

"Fantasy was nothing like reality."

You think, I asked her.

Kissing me on the lips, she said, "I know."

Then she slapped me and said this can never happen again. It will never happen again.

I looked into her eyes, teasing her, and she spoke what I was thinking.

"And I am a damned liar."