The day had started off great. It was Friday and I was looking forward to getting off work early and spending time with my boyfriend. We were planning to grab an early dinner and head out for a drive along the coast. Nothing too exciting, just hanging out and relaxing. That’s exactly what I needed. Work had been stressing me out and making me nuts. Five minutes after I got into his car everything went to hell. He delivered an ultimatum, either we were having sex before the night was over or he was done with our relationship. We had been dating for a whole six weeks and he thought that was more than enough time to get acquainted. I called his bluff, and he wasn’t bluffing.
A quart of ice cream and two boxes of tissues later I was feeling like total crap. Not because I was so broken up over my pushy, asshole of an ex-boyfriend but because I called my best friend, Kyle, to cry on his shoulder and he couldn’t come over because he had a date. It shouldn’t have bothered me that Kyle had quit chasing me and moved on with his life. I knew he couldn’t give me the long term relationship that I needed. It probably would have been smart for me to forget about him altogether but I liked him too much to let him get completely away. At first, all he had wanted from me was sex, but I kept working on him and eventually we became great friends.
I suppose if she hadn’t been so tall and blond and had such big boobs and a reputation for fucking like a porn star, I wouldn’t have felt quite so bad that Kyle had rejected me, his best friend, to go on a date. The truth is, if I hadn’t fallen in love with him, I might not have felt as bad, but I did. He told me from the start that he was only looking for fun. It would have been easy just to give him what he wanted. God, he’s so hot it was hard not to give him what he wanted. Maybe if I had, that would have changed his mind. Who knows?
I guess I dozed off at some point because I woke up around midnight still sitting on the sofa. Someone was tapping on my apartment door. There was only one person who would stop by so late, I just prayed that she wasn’t with him. I really shouldn’t have glanced at the mirror. I already figured that I looked like terrible, but my reflection was worse than my imagination. My hair was a frizzy matted mess. My mascara, that I hadn’t bothered to take off, had run and smeared making me look like a rabid raccoon. And my worn out old t-shirt was wrinkled like I had spent the night passed out drunk in an alleyway.
I peered through the peephole and, sure enough, Kyle was standing there looking like a rock god. If the blonde was with him she was hiding. I didn’t want him to see me looking like total shit, but I couldn’t ignore him either, so I opened the door.
He gave me a warm, caring smile. If he had been anyone else I would have thought that he was grinning because I looked so bad, but not Kyle. I knew him better than that. “Hey, Samantha, you sounded upset when you called, so I thought I’d stop and check on you.”
I leaned to one side and gazed past him into the hallway. “Where’s your date? I thought you were going to an all night party?”
He shrugged and glanced at my bare feet. “My best friend needed me so we left the party early and I took her home.”
“Oh, bullshit. You don’t look like you’ve been to a party. You don’t smell like you’ve been to a party either. Did you get stood up?”
“Are you going to let me in or should I go?”
I stepped aside and closed the door behind him. “You got stood up.”
“Not exactly. Sort of.”
I wanted to squeal and pump my fist in the air, but I managed to contain my excitement. I should have felt bad for him, but I didn’t. “So what happened? I thought you and the blonde bombshell were getting along famously.”
“I really don’t want to talk about her. You said that you were having issues with Mr. Dipshit, so why don’t you tell me what’s going on.”
“We broke up. I had a good cry but I’m done now and feeling great.”
“And you’re perfectly fine?”
“Never been better. Do guys only want to fuck? I mean is that it? Do they just want a squishy place to stick a dick and nothing more?” I didn’t want to him to see me cry but couldn’t stop it in time.
“Come here, you.” He opened his arms and I stepped into them. “Baby, you’re so sexy you have to figure that guys are going to want you. Hell, I’ve been about to bone up since you opened the door.”
“Oh, God, I look like three day old road kill. You don’t have to feed me lines to make me feel better.”
“The eye make-up needs to go, but the whole bed-head, t-shirt with no bra combo is really working for me. Are you wearing any panties under there?” He slid his hand down my side, tucked his fingers underneath the hem of my shirt, and traced the edge of my panties where they met my leg. “Oh, well, skin is better but panties are nice.” He smoothed his hand over my rear and kept it there.
“So I guess the answer to my question is yes? Guys only want sex? That’s all you ever wanted, until you stopped wanting me.”
“Baby, I never stopped wanting you. I just quit coming on to you because a guy can only take so much rejection.”
“Kyle, we’re just friends.”
“I know that.”
“You’re squeezing my ass.”
“I know that too.”
“Don’t you think you should stop?”
“Fine, whatever.” He pulled away and stormed over to the sofa. “I’m sorry. I don’t want to pressure you after what you’ve been through. I just can’t make myself not want you.”
I followed him and stood staring down at him. He had such a pitiful look about him, I wanted to crawl into his lap and tell him that everything would be all right, but I figured that would get me fucked. “I’m too tired to deal with this tonight. Maybe we could get together tomorrow and explore our options.”
He shrugged and hung his head like he was embarrassed to look me in the eye. “Or we could get together right now and explore each other.”
I took a step closer, intrigued with the thought of exploring him. “What do you want from me, Kyle?”
He grasped the hem of my shirt, raised it, and sat gazing at my crotch. “You know what I want.”
“Yeah, but is sex all that you want?”
“I don’t know. I just don’t know exactly what I want anymore. Maybe you’re right and we should talk about it tomorrow.” He let my shirt go and leaned against the backrest.
“Okay, if you want to meet for lunch I’ll call you in the morning.”
“Yeah, I need a favor. My roommate has his girlfriend over. I told him they could have the place for the night since I had other plans. Now I need somewhere to stay.”
“You can sleep on the sofa. I’ll grab a pillow and blanket for you.” I started toward my bedroom and Kyle tagged behind me. “You don’t have to follow me, I’ll bring it back to you.”
“I’m not following to save you a trip, I just like the way you swish your hips when you walk.”
I don’t know why I did it, but I raised the hem of my shirt and twisted it around my fist so that it would stay up and continued on with Kyle in tow.
“Oh damn, baby. I can’t decide if that was a treat or punishment.”
“I thought you’d like it.”
“Yeah, but now I want you even more.”
I dropped my shirt and got a pillow and blanket for him. When I went to hand them to him he let them fall to the floor and pulled me into his arms. I pressed my crotch against him and found his swollen cock extended down his pant leg. He grasped my ass and pulled me tighter. I stared into his eyes and ground my pussy against the hard lump. He snarled his lip and thrust into me, matching time with my movements.
“If that’s a banana in your pocket, it’s the hardest one I’ve ever felt.”
“Forget the wise cracks, are you really going to make me sleep on the sofa?”
“Kyle, listen I…”
“No, you listen. I didn’t get stood up. She walked out during dinner, because I pissed her off. She wanted to fuck and said that if I didn’t want to do it tonight, she was going to find someone who would. She’s been wanting it for a while and couldn’t understand why I’ve been stalling. I didn’t really figure it out myself until tonight. While I was contemplating spending the night in bed with her, all that I could think about was you. I don’t know if I’m ready for marriage, and kids, and a house in the suburbs, but I can’t stand the thought of being with anyone but you.”
“What I was going to say is, I don’t have any birth control. But you probably have condoms since you were going out with her, right?”
“No, I don’t. I knew I wasn’t going to have sex with her.”
I slipped my hand between us and stroked his magnificent rod. “Will you be okay if I leave you like this?” It twitched and strained in my hand like it was trying to tear free from his pants “I suppose we could find an all night pharmacy.”
“Forget it. I’ll sleep on the sofa. Even knowing that you’re willing makes me feel a little better.” He grabbed his stuff and closed the door behind him.
I didn’t know what to do. I wanted him so bad I didn’t think I could stand to wait, but I wasn’t willing to run the risk of getting pregnant. I stripped off my panties, tossed them into the floor, and crawled into bed, trying to decide whether to go get him or not. The door handle rattled and light spilled inside. “Hey, is something wrong?”
“I got my blanket but left the pillow. It’s on the floor— lying right beside your panties. Do you always sleep without them?”
“They were wet and I just didn’t bother getting any fresh ones.”
He stood quietly for a moment as if taking stock of the situation. “So, did I have anything to do with them getting wet?”
“You had everything to do with it.”
“Okay, that’s good to know.”
“Close the door on your way out.”
The light faded away and the door clicked. Fabric rustled and my bed sank down toward the edge. Kyle cleared his throat. “Um, you know how sometimes I confuse left and right? Well I do that with inside and outside too. You see, I closed the door thinking I had gone out but then I realized I was still in.” He slid up behind, spooning with me and pressed his naked lap against my bare ass.
“That’s probably the worst excuse I’ve ever heard.”
He spread my cheeks and put the tip of his rigid cock against my anus. “So, I was thinking that since we don’t have any birth control, maybe we cold do it like this. It won’t be the same but it might be fun.”
“I’ve heard that doing it there can be really painful.”
“If it hurts we can stop.”
I fished around in my nightstand drawer, found a tube of lube, and stuck it into his hand.
“Does this mean that you want to try it?”
“I haven’t decided if I want you to put it in. It’s not feeling too good right now but that might be because we’re so dry. Make us slippery and we’ll go from there.”
He popped the top and squirted some out. “Damn, why is this stuff so cold? Did you have it in the fridge?”
“No, but thanks for warming…” He smeared a cold glob onto my asshole making me cringe but within a second he had the head of his hot cock swishing it around, teasing me open. The lube made all the difference in the world. What had been less than enjoyable a moment before had become the very definition of pleasure. He slipped his meaty tip across my opening dipping just inside and letting it pop back out, again and again.
“Oh, baby you feel good.”
“I can’t imagine that I feel any better than any other woman.”
“Aw, come on, Sam, you know me better than anyone else. I’ve been waiting for you. You had to know that?”
“I was hoping, but I didn’t know for certain.”
“So, what do you think? Is it feeling good? Do you want to do it?”
“It’s feeling good, but I’m not sure I want to do it.” I arched my back and pressed my ass harder onto him.
“If you’re not sure, then you’re going the wrong way.”
I slipped closer and pushed harder again, feeling his cock begin to slip inside. “Well sometimes I get my directions confused too.”
He began rocking back and forth sliding deeper into me. “Hey, it’s getting tight. Let me do it until we get it all the way in.”
“Yeah. Okay, Sam, take at your own pace.”
I raised my leg, propped my calf across his, and backed farther into him relaxing and letting his cock slide inside. “Put your hand between my legs and rub my pussy. I want to come with you and I don’t know if just fucking my asshole will do the trick.” He reached around my waist from underneath, slipped his hand onto my pussy and began rubbing my clit. “Forget that, just put your fingers inside and then fuck me slow and easy.”
He eased his fingers down between my lips, spread them apart, worked one inside, and then added a second. As soon as he got them in deep and pulled his palm in tightly across my pubic bone I knew for sure that I’d come. He drew his thick cock slowly out and pushed it just as slowly back inside going a little deeper with each successive stroke. He brought his free hand up and squeezed my nipples switching back and forth between them. I bucked my hips and ground my ass against him each time he hit bottom, trying to take everything he had. He finger fucked my pussy in time with with his cock going up my asshole.
Kyle’s breathing became fast and ragged and he fucked me harder and harder. My ass was wide open and slippery as hell taking the full length of his cock with ease. Kyle grunted and twitched momentarily losing his rhythm.
“Oh, God, Sammy, I’m about to come!”
“Shh, just finger me hard and fuck my ass. I’m about to come too.” Before I even got the words out his rigid cock began to jerk, shooting his cum inside me. He drove his fingers in fast and deep. That feeling of his balls surrendering their load as nature took control of the man, was all that I needed to push me over the edge. I squealed in triumph reveling in the involuntary spasms ripping through me.
I don’t know how long I had been dozing but Kyle woke me stroking my arm. “So, what I said earlier about not wanting to be with anyone but you, I was…”
“What? You were just buttering me up so you could fuck my butt?”
“No, I was trying to get up the nerve to tell you that I love you, Samantha, I have right from the start. I was just worried about things moving too fast. You seemed to know exactly what you wanted out of life and me, hell, I never had a clue, still don’t have much of one. The only thing that I do know for sure is what I don’t want. And I don’t want to live life without you.”
I could hardly believe that Kyle was telling me all the things I had wanted to hear for as long as I had know him. I made up my mind that I was going to do everything I could to make sure that he never changed his mind.
“Aw, you’re just saying that because I gave you some freakin’ awesome butthole loving.”
“The butt sex was some really sweet icing on an unbelievable cake but actually, I wrote down all the mushy stuff and tried to memorize it on the way over, so I wouldn’t mess it up. I don’t think I said it quite like I wrote it, but you get what I mean, right?”
“Yeah, I get it and just in case you didn’t know, I love you too.”
Copyright Kelley J. Nightrose 2015