Heat Lightning Ch. 03

"If it does, let me know. I'll stop and we can just try it again some other time," I told her. I rubbed the head of my swollen cock over her rosebud, back and forth. "Do you still want to try?"

"Y—yes," she said. "Please."

I pressed the head of my cock against her opening, taking my time, easing it forward. Once the head was completely in, I felt her relax a little. This made it easier for me to slip further in, a little at a time. Ana had her head down, panting and making little noises, but none that sounded like pain. She was so tight . . . it was tighter than her pussy had been the first time. But somehow we managed to get it all the way in.

"It's in, Ana," I told her, staying still to let her get used to the feeling of having me buried inside her.

"Oh Mike, it feels so good."

"Yeah? You like it?" I asked, teasing her again. I flexed my cock inside and she groaned long and deep.

"Ohhh. Oh yes. I do. You're in my ass, Mike." I could tell the idea was really turning her on. She wiggled her bottom again, making me move inside her.

I groaned at the sensation of her moving on me. I could keep holding back . . . I had that much control, but I couldn't stay still anymore. "Damn, Ana. I need to start fucking you. Are you ready? I'll go slow."

"Mmm, yes. Please. Please fuck my ass."

With that request I slid partway out before pushing back in. She was still tight, but relaxing more as I moved. After only a few of those slow, steady thrusts, she was cumming, crying out into the pillow, her fingers clutching the blankets, her tits and bottom jiggling with the tremors running through her body. The biggest indication of her orgasm was how tightly her ass was contracting on my rod . . . it was impossible for me to move at all until she was done. Once she had regained control of herself, she looked over her shoulder again. There was nothing nervous in her expression now—she looked wild. "Mike—fuck me. For real now."

"You sure?"

"Ungh. Yeah. Fuck me. Harder. I can take it."

I gave her a test thrust, not as hard as I could go, but not gentle anymore. I didn't want to hurt her, but she'd asked . . . and I was willing.

"Ungh!" she grunted, then pushed back, thrusting for me. I pushed against her and before long we were fucking at a normal rhythm. I grabbed her sexy hips and thrust harder, making her cum again. I had to slow down during her orgasm, but this time I didn't have to stop completely.

I knew I wasn't going to last much longer—she was just so fucking tight and even with the oil, the friction was rubbing me almost unbearably. "Oh, Ana. Shit. I—I can't hold back."

"Mmm, don't. Don't stop. Just fuck me, baby. Cum in my ass."

It always drove me wild to hear my friend say things like that in her small, sweet voice. Between that and the feeling of moving inside her ass, I exploded, growling as I came, filling her with my seed. Her ass contracted in time with the spasms of my cock, creating an amazing conclusion to our fucking.

"Ohhh," she moaned as I slowly pulled out of her. Once my cock was free, a small river of my sperm bubbled out, streaming down over her still-wet cunt. "Oh!" she said, surprised by the feeling of it rushing out.

I handed her my teeshirt from the floor and she dabbed at the flowing cum. "I . . . um . . . should probably go shower," she said, shyly, getting up. I sat in bed, smiling at the sight of her shuffling to the bathroom, holding my teeshirt against her bottom. Everything this girl did was cute, even the awkward things.

After her shower, she emerged wearing a towel. This towel, like the one she'd worn back at my house, left little to the imagination. I could just barely see her trimmed pubes under the bottom edge and her big, round tits were nearly tumbling out of the top. She blushed at my gaze and turned to rifle through her overnight bag. I took a moment to appreciate the view of her round ass cheeks as the towel rode up.

"Feeling okay?" I asked, scooting off the bed and crossing to her. I wrapped my arms around her, accidentally dislodging the towel. It fell from her and we were skin on skin.

She sighed happily, leaning back against me, holding my arms. "Oh yes. I feel so good. I'm a little sore . . . well, you know where, but it's a good sore." She turned and looked up at me, her eyes searching my face. "I really enjoyed that. Did you?"

"Oh yeah," I said, smiling. "I've enjoyed everything we've done. Sex with you is incredible. Indescribable."

She tilted her head, as if trying to gauge my truthfulness. Then she smiled her sweet little smile and said, "I'm glad. I feel the same."

I let her go and took my own shower. After I was clean, I reentered the main part of the room, clad in just my shorts. The sight that met me made me pause for a moment. The rain had finally stopped. The sky was still gray, almost black. The heat lightning had returned, illuminating the sky at random intervals. Ana was sitting in the chair, looking out at the clouds. She was wearing the bath robe, which was untied and slightly open. Underneath I could see she was in a matching blue silky bra and panties. I'd noticed them in her bag the previous night. My friend looked so beautiful, so serene and lost in thought. I almost didn't want to disturb her. In that moment, the future didn't seem so uncertain. I could imagine a new form of our friendship. More than buddies, more than sex-crazed lovers. I could imagine something much deeper that had been building up, possibly for our whole friendship.

She turned her head, noticing me standing there. "Better?" she asked, smiling sweetly.

"Yeah, all clean," I grinned, crossing to her. I leaned down to give her a kiss. After, I went to the bed and sat up against the headboard. She followed me, letting her robe drop before getting into bed. She didn't get under the covers . . . it appeared my bashful friend was finally getting used to being exposed in front of me. She seemed to forget during sex, but after would always cover herself. She snuggled in close, her hand on my chest. After about a minute like this, she hesitantly said, "So . . . um. Is it time for us to talk about what's next?"

I stroked her hair and replied, "Yeah. We probably should."

She didn't speak again for a couple minutes. Neither of us knew how to start. Finally she said, "Yesterday you said we could maybe try it for real. Do you . . . do you still feel that way?"

"Of course I do. But you weren't sure," I reminded her.

"Just because of . . . well it doesn't seem like it would work. I'm so much younger than you. I've dated, sure, but I've only been in the one real relationship and that was a high school thing. I don't know what I'm going to do with my life and you have everything figured out. And you . . . you could find someone so much better than me if you stopped playing around and took your love life seriously."

That last bit made me chuckle. She'd often berated me for the casual approach I'd taken to dating of late. Continuing to stroke her hair, I said, "Ana, it's normal to have doubts. Starting something like this can be a scary thing. So many things could go wrong. But it could also be very, very right."

She blurted out, "And what if it DOES go wrong? What if it gets all messed up and we start hating each other and can't even be friends anymore?" I felt something wet hit my chest and realized she'd started crying. "I don't think I—no, I know I couldn't take that. I . . . don't . . . want to . . . lose you." She was sobbing by the end of her little, rushed speech.

I didn't say anything for awhile, just held her and let her cry. Once the worst seemed to be over, I pulled away enough to be able to tilt her face up. Her cheeks were wet with tears, her eyes red-rimmed. She even looked beautiful when she cried. I kissed her softly, but with feeling. She kissed back, hers desperate, longing. The kiss served its purpose—to convey my feelings and calm her. When it was over, I brushed away her tears and quietly said, "Ana, honey, it's going to be okay. It's obvious we're both feeling this. So we can go slow. Well . . . slower than we have been this weekend. We can build something great from this, I know we can. But we can't let the doubts stop us before we even begin. That would be a mistake. And, as for finding someone better . . . right now that seems like such an impossibility that it's not even worth considering."

"Really?" she asked, her eyes showing her doubt.

"Really. You're more special to me than I can say. I'm hoping with time I'll figure out how to express it."

"I'm not special," she said, her voice faint. "And I was serious about you hating me. It's gonna happen."

"No it's not," I promised, kissing her forehead.

She sniffled and said, "Not even if I did a really really stupid thing and didn't tell you until it was maybe too late?"

"You'd tell me," I said. Then I paused. This sounded too specific to be normal doubts. "Um, Ana? Did you already do this thing?"

She took a deep, shaky breath. "I didn't do it on purpose, I swear. I just didn't think because, like I said, this was something I wanted for so long and . . . " she trailed off, sniffling.

"Ana? You can say it. I'm more understanding than you might think."

"I, um." She took one more breath and then continued in a rush. "The pill is really expensive and I don't have insurance at my job. So since I wasn't doing anything with anyone, I stopped refilling it a long time ago. I had condoms in my purse but I left my purse in my car so I could carry in the other stuff. And I didn't think about it while it was happening because all I was thinking about was that I was finally getting to be with you like I wanted and by then it was too late and if I told you it would've ruined everything." She made a sobbing sound and then finished, her voice weak. "I didn't think things through and you probably hate me now."

I didn't even have to consider. "Ana, no. I don't hate you. I couldn't. I was just as carried away as you were. I always use protection . . . well, normally. And there are condoms in my room. The first night I was in such a state of crazy lust that it didn't occur to me to ask. Or to just go get one. I should have thought about it. It was my responsibility."

She looked up at me with a frown, uncertain. "No. It was both of us. So you don't hate me? But what if . . . you know?"

I shrugged. "That's up to you, right?"

She nodded and thought for a moment. "At some point I do plan on being a mom. And you've talked about kids before . . . "

"Just figured it would never happen," I added.

"We would make really pretty babies," she said abruptly, her tone thoughtful and solemn.

The seriousness of her voice made me laugh. "If they look anything like you, they'll be beautiful."

She smiled at me again. "Do you think we could actually make something work?"

"All we could do is try."

"Then I want to try," she said. "For as long as you want to."

I kissed her again and the kiss became more. I unhooked her bra and kneaded her breasts, running my hands all over them before moving down further to her panties. She pulled them off, watching as I pulled my shorts down, revealing my already-hard cock. She lay down, arms and legs spread, looking up at me, eyes pleading. I knelt between her legs and slid inside smoothly, lying atop her and kissing her neck. It was slow and sweet at first, tender. My every movement was deliberate as I coaxed an orgasm from her depths. After her pleasure subsided, she wrapped her arms around my neck and looked up at me, her eyes so big and full of emotion. "I love you Ana," I said softly. I hadn't even known I was going to say it until I did.

There were tears in her eyes when she whispered, "I love you too, Mike. I do."

I kissed her, then moved inside her, my eyes locked on hers as I said, "I want you so bad, Ana. I want to be the guy you need."

"Then show me," she said, the sweet tone back in her voice. "Take me." What she wanted . . . needed . . . was clear in her eyes, in her words. I slid out of her and sat back. She turned, getting on all fours. She murmured, "Fuck me hard, Mike. Make me yours."

Without hesitation, I entered her pussy from behind, driving all the way in. "Ohhhhh!" she cried, and when I slammed in a second time, she came explosively. "OH SHIT! Yesssss!" I thrust again and again, holding her hips tightly, merciless in my pounding. "Slap my ass," she hissed. I did so, the sound of my palm on her bottom shockingly loud in the quiet room. "Unh. Oh god yes. Again!" she begged. I smacked her again and the impact brought her over the edge. I continued thrusting forcefully into her soaked cunt and on a whim I reached up and pulled her hair. Not hard, just testing. "Oh yes. Oh fuck," she gasped frantically. "Harder." I pulled harder, thrusting faster and she continued to moan, almost whining, burying her face in the covers. She was so wet, just like when she'd squirted. I was sure that she was cumming continuously at that point and still I pounded her, feeling that my orgasm was still a ways off.

I went back to holding her delicious hips, moving her forward and back on me, enjoying her loud cries of pleasure and the wet sounds of my cock penetrating her. "More," she gasped. "Ohhh. Harder!" I was fucking her harder than I'd ever fucked anyone and she was not only taking it, but wanted more. It was amazing to me that Ana, my sweet little Ana who was so shy and fragile, needed to be dominated like this . . . got off on being used in this way.

So somehow I managed to fuck her harder, slamming into her again and again until I came, spurting into her again, thrusting on until my spasms died down, trying to prolong it as long as I could.

Finally, beyond exhausted, I pulled out of her and fell to my side on the bed, breathless. Ana slumped onto her stomach, her gasping breaths interspersed with tiny moans of pleasure. We lay like that for awhile, neither of us able to move at first.

Eventually she crawled over and cuddled up to me. "There's one thing I don't have a single doubt about," she said, running her hand over my chest, smoothly down the hair.

"Mmm? And what's that?"

"You are the guy I need."

"Yeah?"

Her voice was satisfied as she said, "Oh yes. I always imagined being fucked like that. And this as way better than the fantasy ever was, because it was someone I love."

"And who loves you too," I reminded her, squeezing her shoulder with my arm.

She murmured happily and held onto me tight. "Not gonna throw me away?" she asked in her small voice.

"Not a chance."

We stayed like that for a long time, holding onto each other and basking in the glow. I watched the sky as it started to clear, the sun finally beginning to peek through the holes in the gray cloud cover. Feeling Ana nestled against me, I honestly couldn't remember being happier. The nerves from the previous night had been eradicated. At that moment I was sure I could be what she needed. And it wasn't just the sex . . . although the sex would continue to be incredible . . . no, this was something far deeper. Something that was going to live on past our stormy weekend. The clouds might clear, but this electricity was here for good.




Author's Note: And that was the end of Ana and Mike's story. Thank you to everyone who's been reading and for all your encouraging words. I hope you enjoyed reading the last chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it.