Fucking a Friend Pt. 09

I arrived at work and was quite dismayed that my tag team partner wouldn't be there for the assist that day. I understood the need to take the day off. It would have been her wedding anniversary. Being slightly less than 18 months removed from the shooting death of her husband, Jillian was a far cry from being 'alright' and while I had been a rock for her to lean on, as her bestie, it was a dual edged sword because we were also lovers.

I knew that she was dreading today, I'd known it since Alyssa's birthday, while it wasn't spoken, I could still sense her uneasiness concerning the matter. Jillian had asked for no contact from anyone so that she could do her thing all day. I obliged her and hoped that the other people in her life who knew the truth about Chris would respect her privacy. I would find out from her that Randy, an old friend who had reentered her life, had not respected her wishes of being left alone and had contacted her, not once but 3 times during the day. Each time seemingly more agitated that he had been shut out, something he apparently had an issue with. That fact now seared into memory, let's not dwell too much on it the rest of this particular story.

The afternoon arrived quite quickly and as I left work that day, went to see my wife. Her day was just beginning and I went out and got her some chicken tenders and a sweet tea if she had time to eat.

I drove to my apartment and changed, fixed a few sandwiches, and my iPod. I was going to do some cleaning at the house we were getting ready to move into that weekend. I stopped at the 7-11 and got some drinks before pulling up to the house and got to work.

The sun began to set around 8 and I decided to call it a day. I got the itch to walk the neighborhood, as I did nearly every night as a teenager. I put on my headphones and drifted off to memory lane, walking and listening to Queen.

It was all very familiar as not much had changed in 20 years. The places hadn't, anyway. The people had. Old faces were gone, from either age or moving once they retired from active duty. Faces once young were older now an hardly reminiscent of the people they were when I knew them.

I walked into the park, looking at how much it had changed. Gone were the metal jungle gym and tires. They were replaced by monstrous plastic structures that had every conceivable playground toy a kid could want. I admit, I like the feel of old school but the new school was cool by me.

Leaving the park, I walked up the slight incline to the left and went down into the new walking trail/park. Those who remember the park from an earlier part of this series will know what I mean. If you haven't read it yet, get on up and jump on it!

I crossed the little bridge and onto the trail. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw someone sitting at the top of the hill and smelled the wacky, I shook my head and just continued along. Besides, I was listening to Queen. More specifically, Freddie Mercury singing ''Mr. Bad Guy". I was about midway through the park when I felt like I was being watched. When I had come to an open area in which 3 picnic tables were laid out, I saw a figure out of the corner of my eye walking towards me.

Nothing weird or new, it's a park, right? As I prepared to greet this person, the shadows disappeared, and I knew the face. I also now recognized the walk: Jillian.

'What the hell are you doing here?' I asked, not that I was complaining, I missed her at work today and let her know that.

She nearly slammed into me and wrapped her arms around me. 'I was at the beach nearly all day. I drank a lot.' She nodded her admission of the deed, 'I got pulled over once I left the island. When I told the cop it was my wedding anniversary and my husband had blown his brains out in front of me, the officer let me go with a warning.'

'That was nice of him,' I smiled before the overprotective brother took over, 'but what were you thinking driving while drunk?'

'Fuck you.' She snapped, 'Obviously I wasn't thinking was I?'

I finally hugged her back, 'Well at least you are safe.' I had also noticed that she smelled of weed. So now I knew who the pot smoker was on the top of the hill.

'I saw you come in', she smiled kissing under my chin, 'and I know I said no contact but I missed you.'

I laughed and kissed the top of her head, 'It's only been one day...'

'I can miss you if I wanna,' she shrieked, and then she bit exactly where she had kissed a few seconds earlier, 'you're not the boss of me!'

We made further chit chat about each of our days. I was surprised at how much she was sharing with me. I don't know if it was because she was drunk or high, maybe both, or neither that she seemed opened to telling me some serious shit. I won't disclose what she said, but it made me want to hold her like a child and protect her from the cruel world she was forced to live in.

We ended up, hand in hand, with her leaning in against my shoulder and chest and walking down to the water front. We sat down on the edge of the dock and with our legs dangling down and toes touching water.

I looked at her disheveled hair and tear stained face. It had certainly been a long day for her. Emotionally draining and it was evident in her body language and features. We just sat there, our fingers slightly entwined and said nothing. Nothing needed to be said. That was another reason we got along so well; all silences were comfortable.

She began to tear up and as I saw emotion begin to take over, I pulled her closer and hugged her tighter than I thought was possible. A simple peck of her lips on my cheek let me know that she was, that everything, was ok. We sat like that for about 20 minutes before she lifted her head to look at me and told me that she wanted to fuck me.

I wasn't going to argue with her over this and gave a her a kiss on the lips, parting them so that I could taste her. She had my answer. Jillian responded to my kiss and we took it to the next level.

'Don't say anything,' she mumbled through one of the kisses, 'just let me have this one.' Her request was so tender yet singed with a broken heart that I would not have refused her anyway.

I continued to hold her as she kissed my neck, my throat, and moved the bottom of my shirt upward to touch my stomach as she continued to do wonderful things with her lips and tongue. Jillian continued to move my shirt steadily up my torso, her fingers taking the time to run over my chest and as I lifted my arms to let the shirt leave my body, her hands trailed down my forearms, my biceps, shoulders, and across my newly bared chest.

I wasn't completely sure if it was her touch or the cool breeze from the river but I quivered and she lovingly took each piece of goose flesh I had and made it hers. The way she took my nipple into her mouth and nipped at it was full of intense possession and as I attempted to kiss the side of her throat, she pushed me down and pulled my hands away. By now, Jillian was straddling me, taking delight in the slow, exquisite torture of what she was doing to me. I was very aware of each touch of her lips to my skin, each time she grazed my skin. The look on her face was one of confidence and measured control.

Jillian stood for a moment, pausing to look at me, sitting beneath her and willing to do whatever she asked of me. I was foolish to try and reach up and touch her thigh, to tease a touch under her sun dress but I received a foot to my chest, a mocking yet very deliberate bare foot that would pin me down to the board walk beneath me. I smiled and relented, watching as she reached under her sun dress and slowly removed her panties. She balled them up and as she knelt as straddled me again, she placed the panties in my mouth and said one word, 'condom'.

Producing the foil packet from my wallet, she moved to the button of my jeans and then my zipper, pulling my cock free from my boxers. She didn't take much time to sheath me with the condom and then coax the boxers and jeans down past my hips. Luckily my assistance in this particular endeavor was needed.

The next thing I know is Jillian crouching over me with a look of victory on her face as her parted legs began to lower while she guided my cock into her. I remember the contorted look as she sat down on me and took the entire length of my gift to her. It was sheer instinct to roll my hips as she began to glide up and down my cock, her hands kneading and pulling on my chest. She shut it down fast and slapped me across the face.

'No mother fucker,' she hissed through uneven breaths, 'I am taking what I want tonight.' I did as she said and was completely enthralled, watching her rock up and down, sliding to the side, grinding her pelvis to mine.

As the moonlight above shined down, I caught every feature of her body. Her face. When she reared back and arched herself and raised her arms, I watched as they lowered again and moved the top of her sun dress down and bared her breasts to me. She covered each one and began to slowly, but completely, massage them. Each stroke passed over her nipple and I watched my best friend, this magnificent lover, essentially make love to herself while she rode my cock.

I was a captivated audience of one as she attained the very height of her pleasure and when the very last drop of it escaped her body, I welcomed her with open arms and whispered in her ear, 'that was a marvel to behold'. She cooed and grinned, kissing me slowly on my forehead, cheeks, chin, and collarbone before sliding off my cock and readjusting her sun dress.

I handed her the panties she had given to me and with a delicate hand, touched mine and balled them into my fist. 'That is yours.' She simply stated, 'that's your fucking Jillian trophy' she cackled, 'and it has been much deserved I might add.' She pulled the condom off and as a consolation prize kissed my swollen head before standing and telling me that was all I was getting tonight.

I chuckled, calling her a tease and redressed myself. After I had reassembled myself we found ourselves on the corner of the boardwalk where I pressed myself against the rail and pulled her in front of me.

We stood in silence for a good 30 minutes before I walked her to her car, kissed her good night, and walked back across the way and took the scenic route home. The first song my IPod played when I turned it back on was 'I Want It All'. I chuckled, not only because it was one of my favorite songs, but with Jillian, things were becoming one tracked with so much to do in just one lifetime, or however long this affair would last. Made sense to me at that moment and I thought about how she looked in that moonlight the entire way home.