Fucking a Friend Pt. 17: The End

We made out in an alley, then slinked along the main path until we went inside a dance club. It must have been 90's night because when you hear Deee-Lite, Kathy Dennis, and Tara Kemp as soon as you enter, you have no other way to explain it.

Jillian pulled me to the floor and as soon as I hit it, I became consumed by the music and the way my best friend moved her body. Especially against mine.

We heard Gillette, St. Etienne, and Blur of all things (Boys and Girls being one of my favorite songs).

Lost to the beat and rhythm of the music, I became enthralled to Jillian. We were sweaty, our bodies pulsing with all manner of energy. My heart was beating wildly and I hadn't been in a night club since the late 90's, so I was totally out of my element with kids nearly half my age in some cases.

I didn't care. I was gone, given into the music and Jillian. She sensed it. Knew it. Responded to it. Our eyes devoured one another. We made out on the dance floor. At the bar. In a shadowy corner where we found space to ourselves. Then we returned to the dance floor, giving more of ourselves to the music and the moment.

We left as they were shutting the doors around 2 am. Not bad for two mid-30 something's I thought. Jillian was draped over me and we were laughing hysterically, about what I can't remember, but then she pushed me back against a wall.

What I can remember is how unforgiving the brick was as my back smacked into it. I also can't forget how Jillian wrapped herself around me, forcing my lips open and the taste of all the beer and liquor she had consumed overwhelmed me. I gave her complete access to my body.

Her lips tugged at my throat, pulling my flesh right. She nursed on the throbbing pulse of my heartbeat, betrayed by the rapid, quivering tremor located mere inches from my collar bone. She possessed my collar bone too, cupping my crotch and then slowly stroking me, as she did so.

I heard her purr with delight as she drew in her bottom lip and grinded her hip against mine. I stifled a slow groan and she absolutely ate it up. I was so into what she was doing to me that I was only vaguely aware of someone coughing near us. Then I hear it again. "You guys should really get a room" I snapped back to reality and nearly cried when Jillian pulled back and away to regard the person with the authoritative voice.

It belonged to a cop. Who was shaking his head and chuckling. Older than we were, I engaged him in conversation as blood returned back to my brain. He could appreciate a couple enjoying themselves but laws were still laws. We apologized and as he passed us, Jillian leaned into me and bit my lip, "I want you. Now!"

At a loss for words, I really didn't know where to go and what to do. She spotted a hotel across the street down two blocks, "come on mother fucker," she cursed excitedly as she pulled me along.

Excitement ripped through me. The next 20 minutes would only heighten my need to fuck her. It was all about the slow build and then the anticipation. She led the way and as she slid the card through, allowing the door to unlock, Jillian got us into the room and as she kicked the door closed, I felt her hot body press against mine and renewed the hungry assault from the street.

We burst through the door. I slammed it with my foot as we instantly tore at one another. My lips forced themselves upon her. In Jillian's shock, she resisted at first but would quickly give herself to the moment. She was equally as forceful and bold with me from the moment that our bodies slammed against one another. I felt her rapidly beating heart under her long flannel dress fight against both breast bone and skin to find freedom. That was not the only thing that was fighting against something. My cock pressed hard against my slacks desperate to have her.

She assaulted my lips and tongue, while greedy hands slipped to my waist and unbuttoned my slacks. They fell to the ground, followed by my boxers Her hand immediately wrapped around me, relishing in the complexity of soft skin and hardened flesh and the way it fought against her possessive touch.

Slowly, she stroked the length of me. Her teeth bit into my neck quite fast and hard. Jillian squeezed me hard and I moaned. Lips trailed down my neck to my collar bone, teasing the boundaries of my dress shirt.She ignored it completely and her teeth claimed my tie and yanked. As it undrew and slid from my neck, she popped my shirt open and raked my nipples, slow and deliberate.

We fell backwards against the wall. We continued to kiss, fight, and writhe against one another as we slid along it's edge. When we finally hit empty space, I pulled her up and against me. One of my arms wrapped itself around Jillian to keep her close while the other reached for the hand that was stroking my cock. Pulling it away, my grip was full of harsh intent and demanding. She smiled in delight at my aggression. I watched as she began to tingle with nervous anticipation.

I pulled away from her and hastily unbuttoned and pulled my shirt off, leaving me naked before her. Jillian smiled and motioned me to come back to her with her finger, very much like the coy girl in the sex scene of a movie. I reached for her instead and pulled her to me. She slammed into my chest, where our mouths connected perfectly. Once more the hunger and desire within would push us to the edge of reason. Jillian's arms clinged to my shoulders as she leaned as much as she could into me. The fire seen within her when we were in the club was one that I had rekindled and sought to own. It was rapidly taking over me as well.

Her hands drew over my shoulders and over onto my back. Her nails dug hard into my shoulder blades as she imparted desire onto my body. I moaned and reeled back at the act. My eyes narrowed on her as I shoved her away. She didn't know what I was going to do next.

I reached for the shoulders of her dress and gave the fabric a quick and hard pull. There was a ripping of fabric as I continued to rip it off her body. She stood there like a fool, amazed and in shock over what was happening.. It wasn't until I pulled at the band between the cups of her bra and yanked the garment off of her that she realized what had happened.

She hardly had time to take in the assault when I pulled her to me and then hoisted her into my arms. Jillian began to wildly kiss my neck. I laid her down on the bed and she quickly sat up and came before me. She rose to her knees as I came to the side of the bed.

Jillian's hands found a home on my chest, playing with my chest muscles and fingers mingled within the fine mist of brown hair located there. Her hands both squeezed, pulled, and raked at me.

She then slid lower, her body would sprawl out over the bed as she turned to face me. Then Jillian grabbed by cock and pulled it to her mouth. She licked the long length of me, her eyes watching my reaction to her act. My eyes closed and my mouth opened to say her name as she began to later my cock. My swollen head began to throb from the outset of her teasing and she continued to taunt me. I moved my hips in rhythm to the way she suckled my length. I held my breath as her tongue traveled on the underbelly of it.

She slid herself off the bed and to the floor, pushing me away as she regained position mere inches from me on her knees. She grabbed my cock and moved herself back to it, inserting it in her throat. She tasted the salty pre-cum which was beginning to flow from me and she smiled wickedly, knowing exactly what she was doing from me. I thought back to how some of it had gotten on my finger during our first encounter.

Her hands reached around to possess my ass. My cock throbbed and ached for her. I couldn't hold back the tide, she had already brought me to the point of exasperation repeatedly this night. As I exploded, she took my offering. I came hard. Powerfully. A fact I saw between my heavily lidded eyes as she smiled wickedly and her lips pushed down on me to siphon my life force.

She lathered my cock with some more kisses before she left and somehow produced a condom to place on it. We had fucked enough for her to know it wouldn't take me long to gather my senses. Jillian slid up my body and as she reached up, I was pulled back to her for a kiss. I grabbed her hips and held them still while I cupped her back and leaned her backwards towards the bed. As she slid, her eyes fixated on me. I arched her upwards so that I could slide myself inside her.

"God damn it", she bit my lip. "Faster," she spoke as she vibrated against my lip.

My first thrust inside of her was soft and deliberate. She sighed and looked into my eyes with intensity and something deeper. She softly whispered, "Fuck yes" as her hands reached out on the mattress as my next few thrusts began to build a steady tempo.

Our eyes held as she began to press her hands against her breasts, stroking them fully in response to me. She played with her nipples through slitted fingers and I saw the desire rush throughout her features when her face went flush. It was only another second or so before I saw her begin to give into lust and was unable to control the way that she was reacting to me. The sheets under us were becoming disheveled.

She threw her head back to break contact with me, but did so telling me that she was coming. It was building within her like a twisted, wet, hot towel. I wanted to share the night with her and bring her to the edge, again and again and again.

Jillian begged me not to stop and that she wanted more of me. Her voice was weak and I kissed her temple. I had no intention of stopping. She smiled at my admission and when she came, she clenched my body as tightly as she could.

There was a sudden shock in her expression when I leaned over her and lifted her off the bed. She kissed me frantically until I slammed her back into the dresser and sat her down on top of it and knelt between her thighs.

She pulled my hair and moaned my name, her hips shamelessly jutting against my lips. Her legs wrapped around me and clenched me tight. She slammed her head into the mirror behind her and I tasted a flood of desire as she came again.

Jillian's flailing hand knocked over a lamp and nearly the tv. I gave her everything I could for the remainder of the waining moonlight in every possible position we could. If there was ever one encounter where we gave everything to each other we could, it was this night.

Our sweaty bodies continued to give and take from each other and there was one point when I had her back pressed against the curtain and the window, that she wrapped her arm around the back of my head and placed her lips against me and said, "I love you".

I remember that moment. Clearly. It was very defined. We had said that to each other before we crossed the line and it had been said during our many sexual interludes so I initially thought nothing of it.

Time was lost from that point on and it, honestly, wasn't until the sun began to edge up that we fell to the floor and wrapped ourselves into one another. My breathing slowed and I noticed that she was both clutching at me and somehow troubled.

We stayed like that for a while. Neither of us saying anything. That elephant in the room from the week before. It was knocking.

Jillian was the first to move, planting a kiss on my forehead and stroking my cheek with tenderness and love. I watched her go into the bathroom and soon heard the water run.

When the water was turned off and the curtain opened, I was there. When she came back to me, I had moved back to the bed and was watching her move back to me with the towel wrapped around her body.

"God damn it," her face contorted and she seemed to be on the verge of crying as she looked at me. "I can't fucking say no."

I looked at her puzzled, "What do you mean." I already knew though.

"I just can't stay away," she shook her head as she walked closer to me very slowly, almost refusing to look me in the eye, "You drive me wild and I know I need to walk away. But you are my best friend and I want you like I have wanted no other man."

Then she looked at me. Fire in her eyes. I saw her hands reach up for the towel and she undid it. It fell to the ground and she walked over and began to stride slowly towards me. I saw up in the bed and slid to its edge.

When she was close enough, I pulled her to me, she straddled me, and then we kissed. "I hate you, John."

"I know." we both giggled and became consumed by the desires of the flesh again.

I shifted and laid her down on the bed and moved between her parted thighs. I held her firm as my lips parted over her tender flesh. She reached for my hand and placed it over her breast. Together we nurtured her soft tip and the curves of both of her breasts. My mouth took one of her lips and massaged it hard between my lips and tongue. She didn't fight me but I could sense a manner of reluctance as we gave into pleasure.

She took my other hand and drew it up her collar bone to her neck until she lathered a fingertip with her tongue. Slowly she began to suck in it, nipping at it with her teeth. I nipped on her pussy lip and struck out at her clit in a rapid fire movement. She jerked and told me again she hated me.

Then she cried out my name and I felt her hip buck against my touch. I felt her hands began to sway and massage my back. Before too long, it was her nails embedded within flesh.

I added my free hand to my teasing of her pussy, toying with her walls, rocking side to side then back and forth. Her hips were no longer under her control. Her back arched upward, strained against the hand that had left her breast to wrap around her neck. She laughed with delirium. Her legs froze and strained to move as her hips wanted to undulate.

I wanted to be inside her and I pulled her with me off the bed and onto my lap. She positioned her hips to accommodate me and with all urgency I managed to sheath myself one last time and I entered her drench pussy to bring our bodies together for a final masterpiece this day.

Jillian rocked her hips, so that rolled onto me but also served to grind against me. The effect it had on both of us could be easily seen by someone watching. It was going from 40 to 120 miles per hour. She pushed me backwards and rode me while I was on my back. She leaned in and held my wrists down.

Jillian's hips stopped rocking and she looked at me with all seriousness in her eyes. "I am taking control now." I laughed at her and she bit into my nipple to prove it.

I saw the raw power coursing through her now. Her confidence. It excited me as much as it did her. She leaned in to bite my lip and placed a hard kiss against me. Our tongues clashed. It was tribal warfare and both of us were fighting for control. She later told me that there was a short period of time during this exchange that she came multiple times and it was happening in short, intense bursts.

Whatever chaotic fire burning within us was finally extinguished and she fell into me and we cuddled on the floor. Her breathing would become normal and then she broke the silence.

"John," she propped herself on her elbows and into me, "I was serious earlier."

"About what?" I asked, taking a strand of hair from her face.

She took a deep breath and sighed, "I have fallen in love with you." she shook her head, "I have been fighting it for a long time."

She explained.

We had a mutual attraction from day one it seemed. Our flirting had led to the affair. For her, the casual nature of sex with me turned into something else. She had fought against it for a while now. She had even confessed some of her feelings when we were together. Looking back at those times; I remember her sudden withdrawals, the moments of tears, and the growing elephant I had teased about in earlier stories. It was all laid out now.

This was our reality. She kissed me as she finished explaining herself.

I asked her what we needed to do.

"I can't walk away." she admitted, looking into me with a tenderness now identified as love, "You mean too damn much to me."

She needed to. Jillian needed to walk away. We both knew it.

She pulled my arms around her tightly and told me that I brought her back from the abyss and she would always be appreciative of that. She just needed time but for now, asked me to make love to her as though this never happened. I did. One last time.

We ignored our obligations that day. To work. To family. All that mattered during the next 24 hours was us and we gave ourselves into that for all we could. When it was done, we left the hotel.

Years have now passed. We are still the closest of friends and are etched into the fabric of one another's lives. We haven't had sex since that day and we still flirt. We still play and fondly look back at that very brief and intense part of our lives.

Being friends with me and falling in love showed her that she could care again. In time, she did. She got married last year.

Me? My story goes on. Shortly after this, I left the world of retail and put my degree to work and I haven't looked back. If interested in more, write me on the site, I will be contributing more soon.