Fucking a Friend Pt. 04

It was a Friday night tradition. Going out with friends and having dinner then finding ways to entertain ourselves as the evening progresses. It was a weekly event that seemed to grow exponentially over the course of a few years. By midsummer of 2013, it involved at least six people every week, with many of those people interchanged depending on the week. There was a core group every Friday and it would always contain the "Big Three", my friend James, my wife, and myself. We called ourselves the Big Three in reference to the Superman, Batman, and Wonder Woman theory or for the Marvel fans, Captain America, Thor, and Iron Man.

This particular Friday would see Jillian and her daughter join us, a former co-worker named Jennifer, and my wife's friend Theresa and her husband, Tim, tagging along. The night's festivities would begin with a drive towards the beach, with a stop at the local wing joint before heading over the arched bridge onto the island and a walk along the beach to watch what was supposed to be a meteor shower.

We got ourselves a table in the corner of the restaurant, very much like a meeting at King Arthur's round table and that cantina scene from A New Hope. The curtain jerker to begin the night's festivities would be the latest entry into the Hall of Shame, wherein James would say or do something that would embarrass himself or bring attention to him. I had to sign a waver and promise that I would never disclose what happened.

Dinner was, to say the least, interesting. With the various personalities involved, it was like a train wreck on steroids. Tim, legitimately crazy, made Jillian feel more than a little uncomfortable with his vacant stares and constant smiling. Her daughter, enjoying being with the adults, showcased her comedic skills and some of the pipes that had put her on solo during chorus events at her middle school. My wife and Theresa chatted about the wacky world of retail while Jennifer, James, Jillian, and myself would get amped up on geek culture and the many, many subgroups within.

Jillian and I shared many a stolen glance throughout the meal, very subtle and not noticeable. When the conversation turned to science, the two of us would find ourselves in a universe all to ourselves, nothing out of the ordinary and it was another reason the two of us clicked. She expressed gratitude for letting her and her daughter join us this particular week because she really missed hanging out with us. She was a little upset that life had kept her from joining us more often, but both of them needed the break. I smiled, knowing the hidden meaning contained within, and high fived her daughter.

Jennifer's husband had just gone on float, so the invite from Jillian was better than her just hanging out at home by herself. Familiar enough with my wife, Jillian, and myself she was able to find a comfort zone amongst relative strangers.

As the sun set, we had decided to get a move on and packed into our little caravan to make the ten minute drive to the island. Once there, we stretched out and began hitting up the plethora of shops designed to take the money of tourists. Growing up in the area, I can attest that these businesses were once a bunch of mom and pop shops, but corporate America moved in and the uniqueness of each store was lost and every one of them had the same stuff. James and Jillian's daughter were off on their own adventure, looking at as much as they could.

Tim and Jennifer were smoking, my wife and Theresa hung back from them enough to partake in conversation but not inhale the smoke. Both Jillian and I were torn between the two groups but, in the interest of being cool, rarely stayed together for more than a few seconds.

As the shops closed, we moved as a solitary unit onto the beach and got far enough away from the bar in the dunes that there was complete darkness around us. Jill's daughter had latched onto me and was probing my brain for whatever topic her little mind could come up with at the moment. In the distance, my wife, Jennifer and Jillian stood and talked for a bit.

They called out to me and wanted a few drinks. Returning to my band of wackos, I took the requested list and walked back to the bar. I was about fifty yards down when I heard my name being called. James and Jillian had hustled to catch up with me, wanting to get away from the others for a while and have a drink or two at the bar before rejoining the others.

Kicking the sand of our feet, the three of us put our flops back on and walked into the bar. We made small talk and before long, James had found himself someone to talk to of the opposite sex that he might have actually had a chance with.

Jillian and I turned back to the bar and laughed to ourselves, before I murmured, "She won't be interested in him," I took a step to the side, bringing myself within an inch of her. She kept her gaze forward at our reflection in the barkeeps mirror. She kept her gaze at me, meeting my eyes, and with a knowing wink, "with any luck, he won't be the only one getting lucky tonight."

"Oh really, anyone in mind?" I teased, knowing what she meant and hoping that the opportunity would present itself. Even though we had just fucked a few days earlier, she was by no means out of my system.

"There is one guy in particular," She tried to sound coy but the slight tremor in her voice emerged as an uncertain whisper, "But I don't know if he is interested." I turned to use my forefinger to angle her chin until she met my eyes. That was the first step into a dangerous game; in public with my wife and our friends within spitting distance.

"So you want to fuck me?"

With those words, her eyes widened with interest and those pupils narrowed. The suggestion of sex was now exposed and writhing like a wounded animal between us and neither one of us would attempt to deny it. However, knowing the risk, Jillian pulled away, knowing that my touch was there for the world to see and the reaction it had was on her face and in her eyes. I could hear it in her ragged breathing and feel it in her racing pulse when I reached down to cup her fragile neck in the palm of my hands. I used my thumbs to stroke the underside of her jaw, sending shudders of pure sensation through her already trembling body.

"John . . . ," she whispered, wetting her lips as her eyes fell to my mouth. She watched my mouth stretch into a beautiful smile and then form the most miraculous four words in the world.

"I want you too."

"Damn it, mother fucker," she shook her head, "Not here. Not now. There is too much to lose for both of us here." She moved just enough to break our physical contact.

"I haven't been able to stop thinking about that kiss in the park the other day," I went on to say. "Or how your hands felt on me. How you responded when my cock filled you."

"Stop," she whispered, knowing full well that what she wanted was anything but.

"What?" I teased, knowing that I was playing with fire and wanted us to both get burned in the most decadently sensual ways imaginable.

"Stop talking . . . ," she clarified, before going on tiptoes and plastering her mouth to mine. My breath was half gasp and half groan as I leaned into the kiss and took control of it. My hands left her neck and buried themselves in her hair, tugging her head back so that I could deepen the kiss. She parted her lips and my tongue swept in, bringing with it a tidal wave of sensation. She moaned in response to me and swayed like a tree in the wind towards me as if I was her only port of safety. She didn't know how her hands had gotten under my shirt but they were on my chest, exploring the contours, the firmness, the dusting of hair, then around my waist up my back until her fingers were digging into my shoulders.

We pulled away from each other and I saw the wide-eyed shock on her face as she glanced to look at our surroundings. "A little too much," she managed to say, fighting against her need and instinct to attack me further.

"Never too much." I smirked, "Just perfect."

Jillian was soon aware of me shifting her backwards and to the back of the bar until her back was braced against the wall. I lifted my head, my eyes glazed glazed with lust, and I felt the white hot fire of my flushed cheeks, and the need to taste her parted lips. The door of the bathroom behind her was kicked open and we moved inside, locking the door behind us.

"Okay?" I asked, and she nodded. I barely registered my next movement before my lips were on her neck, licking and sucking their way down to her collarbone and nuzzling aside the strap of her tank top.

"Being so close to you, knowing I can't taste you drives me crazy," I rumbled low from somewhere deep in my gut, bringing a hand up to assist with the task. Jillian watched in a daze as I pushed the strap down her shoulder, around her bent elbow and then picked up her wrist to slip it completely off. I repeated the process with the other strap, until just the slight slope of her breasts held the garment up. I paused to inspect my handiwork for a brief moment before manacling both of her wrists in one of my hands and pinning them to the wall above her head.

"So much to do, so little time." My eyes ate her up, lingering hungrily on her breasts and how taut her nipples were, "This is completely crazy".

She cackled as I brought my free hand up between our bodies and lightly traced the outer edge of one breast with my fingers. Jillian's breath caught and held as she watched that large hand, seemingly fascinated by the stark contrast between my flesh and the whiteness of her top. One long finger brushed across the sensitive skin above the cotton and her knees knees weakened.

"Son of a bitch," she whimpered, but I was concentrating so fiercely on the task at hand that I barely heard her. After what had seemed like an eternity for both of us, my hand ever so softly closed over one of her breasts, and I squeezed gently, testing the weight and learning the shape of it. The barrier of cotton between my skin and hers added an element of erotic frustration that I could tell was driving her wild. She pushed herself into my hand but I released my hold almost immediately. My hands switched tasks and the other breast received the same tormenting treatment.

"God damn it, John. . . fuck," she begged, and this time I listened, and my thumb flicked her excruciatingly sensitive peak—the friction of thumb and fabric against the engorged tip made her arch against me, and I hissed when she pushed up against my straining erection.

"God," I groaned, releasing her wrists and sweeping her toward the counter. I leaned against it and arranged her on top of me until she sat straddling my lap, her wet core very firmly wedged against my erection—the denim of her shorts and my jeans doing nothing to disguise either of our arousal.

I dragged the tank down to her waist and then just stared at her naked breasts for a long while.

"You are something else," I said reverently, bringing my hands up to cup and explore, tease and torment. I plumped one up and brought it to my lips, laving the tortured crest gently with my hot tongue before sucking it roughly into my mouth. I could tell that th combination of tender and tough felt amazing to her because she moaned my name, and when I repeated the process with her other breast, she was helpless to prevent the inevitable from happening.

"I have wanted you since dinner, you son of a bitch," she gritted through her teeth my mouth on her breasts seemed to have her primed for an explosion, while she instinctively rode the ridge of my erection, "My clit has been aching, knowing that you were just out of reach." The admission was just the start of a small fireworks display as she came for me.

She was so damned hot as she gave herself over to the flow of orgasm. Her body tensed, her breath hitched, and the already sexy back and forth movement of her hips became a deep, slow grind as she pushed herself against me, taking her pleasure like a woman who knew exactly what she wanted and how to get it. I tried to prolong it, sucking the hard bead of her nipple into my mouth and flicking it with my tongue to maximize her pleasure, while my free hand played with her other breast, stroking the swollen tip with my thumb.

She came quietly, because we were in a public place with friends nearby, I didn't know,—with a held breath, a series of soft moans, and then a long exhalation. She usually expressed herself in a very unrefined and confident way, but I was damned if I didn't find her silence a huge turn-on too. I gave her nipple one last, regretful kiss before grudgingly releasing the firm globe of her breast. She slumped against me with her face buried in my neck.

I could feel her wet heat against my aching penis and it was all I could do to prevent myself from thrusting against her to achieve my own satisfaction. I wrapped my arms around her waist, allowing my hands to drape over her firm, curvy bum and held her trembling body against mine.

I wanted her more than my next breath, but I couldn't allow this to go any further, because if I did, we would be fucking all night. There was too much to gamble with if we went on and we had both talked about how everything in our lives would fall apart if we were ever discovered.

After a few painfully long moments, her breathing finally regulated and her limp, sated body started to grow tense as awareness returned to her. She brought her hands between our bodies and pushed against my chest until I loosened my grip around her waist enough for her to slide into a sitting position on my lap. I bit back a groan at the movement, still unbearably turned on and she grimaced both apologetically and arrogantly

"Sorry," she murmured, tucking the damp hair of her fringe behind an ear., "Good call," she said my full name, "I wouldn't have been able to stop if we'd gone any further."

"It's okay," I said, "Same here."

"Doesn't feel okay." She deliberately slid herself up and then down against the hard column that she was straddling. "Feels rather uncomfortable to me on second thought."

"Stop that." My fingers dug into her flesh when she did another sinuous up and down shimmy, "You are incorrigible." And it drove me crazy.

"But I want to take care of it." She pouted, and I couldn't resist kissing that pout away. I kept the kiss short and sweet, not wanting to get carried away again and this time when she leaned back, I took the opportunity to—quite regretfully—drag her top back up over her pert breasts.

"There will be another time," I promised. "But we have may have lingered too long." Her eyes suddenly recognized that fact and reflected the same concern as she leaned back to study my face.

"You god damned bastard," she frowned, "You're not wrong.". She rarely admitted to making a mistake.

Keeping our hands to ourselves was difficult, but necessary in order to cool down and get back to where we began.

She slapped me and stuck out her tongue, "Never tease me again, unless you intend on finishing with that," she pointed at the bulge in my pants, "in my pussy."

In the next moment, she unlocked the door and returned to the bar where she ordered our drinks to go. I joined her side a few minutes later and looked for James. I waved him over and he asked where we had been. We were honest, somewhat, and told him we had to use the bathroom. He laughed and when Jillian asked about his new friend, he shrugged and said she wasn't interested.

She gave him a hug pat on the back and told him to try again, "little slugger".

We joined up with our gang, who had already made themselves comfortable on the sand to look at the sky. Jillian sat next to her daughter and pulled her in close. I took a seat between my wife and James. Every time I looked in Jillian's direction, she was looking at me. Silent expectation and want lingered between us just waiting for the next opportunity to overwhelm and consume us. Watching the meteor shower begin, my thoughts drifted towards Jillian's nude body and the many ways I would consume her flesh the next time we fucked.