Fucking a Friend Pt. 05

"Like you fucking now that you're going to get laid?" she teased.

I smirked, "I don't hear you complaining." I answered my voice noticeably tight with strained urgency.

"You have no God damned idea how glad I am at that," she assured me, and I grinned in response, before tearing the packet with my teeth. I efficiently donned the condom, the back of my hand brushing against her as I did so, and she bit back another cry at her almost unbearable sensitivity down there.

Without any hesitation at all, I kissed her deeply and entered her with one long, sure thrust. Jillian stiffened but when there was no further discomfort, she relaxed and began to follow my lead.

After that initial fast and economical thrust, I began to move almost leisurely. I was hunched over her slender form and moaned whenever she lifted her hips to meet my gentle strokes. My tongue parodied the lazy movements of my body and Jillian found herself rocking slowly to the edge of an insidiously looming pit. Her fingers dug into my back and both of us were soon sobbing each other's names. Our pace quickened abruptly and soon began to fly out of control. We were melded together in more ways than the most basic, our chests were glued together, our lips were locked, and our arms and legs were inextricably entangled.

"John," Jillian whispered my name on a note of pleasure so intense, it almost resembled pain. It took her breath away and she shuddered quietly around me as she was catapulted headfirst into a frighteningly deep black abyss, where she felt herself free-falling to an end that she could not see. My thrusts were so fast now, one could barely finish before the other started, my face was contorted and dripping with sweat.

"Jell . . . ," I grunted before I came with one final, massive thrust. I went completely boneless in her arms and was waiting to catch her when she floated to the bottom of the abyss.

I slowly withdrew my still throbbing penis from her with a wince, while she sucked in a shocked gasp at the abrupt departure from her body. I immediately dispensed with their protection and gathered her into my arms, a move that hinted at an extraordinary amount of intimacy between us.

We were silent for a very long time afterward. The sweat dried and cooled on our bodies, and Jillian began to shiver despite the warmth of the afternoon. I tightened my arms around her and turned her so that she was sandwiched between the back of the huge, lavishly upholstered couch and my body.

"You make me feel safe," she uttered with what seemed to be the last vestige of strength she had, "I hate that," she then buried her face against my chest in a contested but contented sigh,

She had nearly dozed off but woke with a start when I adjusted my position carefully.

"Sorry," I whispered. "My arm fell asleep."

"What the fuck, man?" She cursed now as she tried to sit up. I reluctantly released her and allowed her to disentangle herself from my arms and legs. She kept her eyes on me as she got up and began hunting for her clothes.

"You okay?" I asked, my voice rough. I also got up and ran a hand through my hair, disheveling it thoroughly in the process.

"You look too God damn delicious right now." She shook her head and put a hand on my chest to push me away, "Ima need you to take a fucking step back right about now."

"Fine . . ." I answered shrugging my shoulders, "Your loss."

"Damn right it is," Jillian shook her head as if she couldn't believe what she just said, "I just need a moment for myself is all."

I didn't quite understand what she met. Was she going to leave? I didn't question her and just allowed her to do what she needed to do.

She found her khakis but couldn't find her panties or her top. She tugged them on and grimaced at the uncomfortable sensation of rough fabric against her overly sensitive flesh. She found my shirt instead of her top and, deciding that it would do, dragged it on and buttoned it up only high enough to cover her breasts, leaving a deep V of exposed flesh from neck to cleavage.

"I've never had a button down shirt for a fuck trophy." She cackled, "But I calls dibs and dibs is dibs.

She didn't know how sexy she looked with her messy hair and the masculine shirt that was so long on her it completely eliminated the need for any bottoms.

"Consider it a Fucking John trophy." I laughed, tilting my head in further admiration.

"I do and I will."

"Are you hungry?" I asked stiltedly, and she shook her head, no. God this felt so uncomfortable suddenly.

"No. I should probably get going," she said, searching for her shoes and finding them beneath my discarded khakis. She slipped on the converse without socks and rocked my world with a bright, heavily lidded, smile, "I need to go."

"You don't have to leave yet," I protested, not really knowing what to say.

"I really do." she looked down at the floor before daring to look me in the eyes,

"Do you regret what happened?" I asked, a surprising amount of uncertainty in my voice. She sighed and made direct eye contact for the first time since getting dressed.

"No. I don't," she said truthfully. "But fucking you just got real this time."

"What do you mean?" I questioned her and she smiled at me before closing the distance between us until she stood directly in front of me. She cupped my jaw with her hands and tugged my head down, going up on her toes to meet me halfway. The kiss she gave me was sweet and filled with aching promise, but she moved away before I could deepen it. My eyes remained shut for a heartbeat longer before I sighed and looked at her regretfully.

"That felt like a good-bye kiss."

"Oh hell no, mother fucker," she slapped my balls, "I ain't leaving this for too long."

"You don't need to leave now" I tilted my head, aroused by the aggressive move, "You could stay a while longer.

"God damn it, John, that's not how we keep this thing between us secret," she said with an incredulous laugh. "The first person who spots me making my way out of your place, without your wife home, would know exactly what we'd been doing all afternoon."

My eyes were filled with mute frustration but she was right. She watched the muscles in my tight jaw bunch as I bit back whatever I'd been about to say in response to her words.

"I'll see you soon," she assured before turning away and heading for the door, "And never call me sweetheart again, mother fucker." She walked backwards and turned the door knob, "Don't see me to the car. You'll only raise further suspicion"

We both chuckled at that one.

As I watched her get into her car, I wondered if that was the real reason she was leaving so abruptly. I was perplexed and unfortunately completely aroused with no one to take out my sexual aggression on.

I was dressed and had sat down to eat on the couch when I received a text from her.

"Got home ok." it stated, "Had to leave. I was serious when I said that it had become real. Too much feeling at one time. Funny thing was I didn't freak out. Its because of you, you son of a bitch. Pretty soon I will be a real girl and not some puppet dictated by God damn emotional strings."

I nodded, glad that she had opened up and I texted back, "You mean those one dimensional objects in which point-like particles are replaced?"

"Fuck you, asshole."

"You already did that."

"Yes, I did and thank you."

"NP"

"XOXO. Night."

What began on Friday night finally saw its conclusion on a warm Monday afternoon but it hardly served to calm the waves of desire already cascading and building within my body. I wanted more. Needed more. Jillian had created a monster. Now I simply waited. Waited for my wife to get home and she'd help calm the storm within me.