Holly and Chris...

Have you ever had a friend of the opposite sex that you were so comfortable with that anything that you did with them just felt right? For me that's my friend Chris. Being next to him made me feel like I could be my true self and not have to worry about the consequences that come when I am myself. It seemed like we were incredibly comfortable together. Maybe we were a little too close when we saw one another. It was easy being around him; even if he grabbed me inappropriately. I was alright with him touching me. we would interlock hands, full on french kiss in public or hold each other very tightly on the bus. Only problem was that we both belonged to someone else. we were really good friends but to us what we did felt natural and that was what made this relationship such a dangerous one. the more time we spent together the more we looked like a couple but we never had sex. That was the unspoken rule: no sex cause it would ruin the relationship. Everything in between was fair game including but not limited to lots of teasing, and building of sexual tension. Basically mixing up all of the ingredients of a torrid love affair. All we needed was one of us to give into the desire and it just so happened on that faithful night when I came to visit Chris at work...

 

It wasn't anything out of the ordinary; i would usually go to visit Chris when he was working and I wasn't. I lived to see the smile on his face when he saw that I was there to see him. Chris always looked happy to see me but when he works with his best friend Jerrod it becomes more of a pissing contest between the two of them for my attention. Jerrod's little nickname for me is "troublemaker" which is something that I resent greatly but I live with it. I mentioned it to Chris once that Jerrod calls me that and he gave me the most curious smirk- I guess that Jerrod was jealous or something. I did think that it was strange that Chris was touching me in front of Jerrod which he doesn't normally do. it was Chris that started everything between us after I introduced myself to him. I just allowed it because his touch reminded me of someone from my past that touched me in the same way. Zane was my favorite sensual lover. His hands could make my skin feel like they were on sexual fire; He knew where every freckle was on my body and when I compared Chris and Zane they were very similar. 10 years had passed by since I had the privilege to know Zane and those blissful days. I was convinced that I had buried those emotions deep enough within me that I wouldn't be tormented by the lack of that warmth from my husband Leo.  Instinctively Chris knew how to hold me and touch me the way that I like to be touched. Once I felt the power of his touch I was instantly attracted to him. Once he felt how soft and supple my skin was he couldn't help but want to touch my skin and my body. Chris had no problem grabbing me in front of strangers but in front of Jerrod was something rare. It was the way that Chris flirted with me that made me think that he really liked me past the point of flirtation and it was turning into a sexual invitation. Every time Jerrod would disappear Chris would find an excuse to touch me or poke me. I couldn't resist him and he knew it. He enjoyed watching me get hot and bothered at his touch. We both fully acknowledged that we were playing with fire. After all he had Zoey and he lusted after me and I was completely aware of the situation and I didn't care. I still wore shirts that revealed my skin tastefully. Still brought up sexual topics and asked for his opinions on some of my writings. Chris  was giving me looks of I wanna fuck you so badly all throughout the time I was there. Jerrod saw all of this. he knew what went on between the two of us; he was Chris' best friend. For me, in truth, Chris had amazing techniques that worked extremely well on someone like me which made being with him so easy and safe. He was good at telling me how he liked to touch me and would re-affirm it by lingering his fingers over my lower back. It maddened him that I never wore underwear; after reminding him how horny I get when i wear them he reminded me that he never agreed not to try and have sex with me. That if I ever needed his services to help relieve my horniess he would be there to give me a hand.

 

I should have known when he said that that it was his way of saying that I'm going to have sex with you. Jerrod ended up dropping Chris and I at his place since I had to use the bathroom. Jerrod mumbled something about "you two lovebirds have fun now- not too much thou!" I was thinking to myself that I'm just using the bathroom and taking the bus home. I looked at Chris and explained that I'm just using the toilet and walking to the bus stop. But he got mad at me for saying that and told me that I was going to sleep over. I had to leave at 6 in the morning because Zoey has a key and she likes to surprise him. I agreed and set my alarm clock just to make sure that I was out of there so that he wouldn't get caught having another woman in his bed. It wasn't my intent to get him caught; I just wanted him happy. Only problem was that Chris' happiness included me being caught up in the moment and let things happen naturally. I didn't think anything of it when he asked me to pick out a movie to watch. I had seen all but 4 movies that he had. Realizing that this might be a make out session I choose something funny, and that I had seen before- Robin Hood: Men in Tights. He laughed at my choice but we watched it anyways. He said he was tired earlier but now the mood changed. He began saying that it really turns him on knowing that i don't wear underwear then he asked me what my rules were to fucking. I said that I'm allowed to fuck whom I choose but usually out of respect for Leo I fuck women. He told me that I was teasing his little man with all of the things that I did around him. In my mind I was fully prepared to give him head which he didn't know so when he asked me about how many people I'd been with i looked at him and laughed. I've been with 6 guys and 7 girls. Chris inquired about my sexual training and I answered him truthfully; that I'm not a whore. That i don't just randomly fuck people at the BDSM clubs; that in that environment I like to watch but i am very tight down there and you only need 1 finger. 2 is actually too big for me. Chris was toying with me and kept a constant finger moving on my body at all times. He took my hand and placed it on his penis so I could feel just how much I was turning him on. Personally I didn't think that I was doing anything to make him this hard but evidently his tip was getting wet and he accused me of  being a tease and teasing him too much. My response: I was already planning on giving you head since i wasn't a tease. He took off his boxers and I assumed the position. As soon as my mouth met the tip of his penis he let out a wondrous moan. Since Chris didn't know how much practice I've had giving head his moaning wasn't anything new but he hadn't had the pleasure of receiving head from me till now. He moaned even louder when I deepthroated him; which wasn't such an easy task since he's hung like an elephant's trunk and  me trying to look sexy at the same time. when I looked up at him with those dewy brown eyes of mine he turned me into a 69 position. I did like the fact that he asked me how I liked to be eaten out. It had been 10 years since a man has went down on me with such attention to detail! It felt so good that I let out a breathy moan and began to breathe heavier. Chris couldn't believe how good i tasted or how pink I am down there. The discovery of how my clit swells made him frenzy. Chris was so tender and sweet cradling me in such a way that he brought tears to my eyes because I wasn't expecting this much sincerity. Again he positioned me in the way that he wanted me. Next he slowly put one of his fingers inside of me and was surprised to find out how tight I was even after he ate me out. Chris couldn't help but say out loud Damn! your pussy's so tight! I was trying my best to relax for Chris- I have a tendency of tightening so much that I can clamp a cock inside of me and the guy has to wait for me to relax enough to pull out. Only when watching porn can I stick 2 fingers in but Chris figured out a way to get 2 in. He was teasing me by sticking them in and out of me slowly like he wanted me to think that it was his penis. My moans were turning into whineing screams of please give me your cock and put it inside of me. Chris had me straddle him  as he pushed me closer to him so that I could kiss my pussy juice off of him. Chris thrusted me up and rubbed his cock up and down my vertical smile. This is where I lost all self restraint and gave in to him... so when he asked if he could fuck me and stick it in himself I wasn't really in a position to say no. It got to the point where we couldn't turn back now in our relationship and I asked if he was sure. He nodded and I let him go bareback inside of me. tight pussy + long cock = me having to exhale while it goes inside. Chris liked seeing my face when his cock was going inside of me. I was completely filled by him on the inside and he kept his arms on top of my shoulders and around my neck so that I couldn't escape the pleasure. He kept me so close to to his shaft that i could of easily cum all over his balls. Then he would use his love muscle to flex me into an orgasm. I watched his face as he was enjoying being inside of me. As we locked eyes the orgasms continued to intensify till he had to literally throw me off of him so he wouldn't cum inside of me.

 

Chris confessed that he wanted to cum several times before he actually did. That I was one of his best fucks; I could have been the best with the look on his face but i wasn't going to push it. He said that it was better than he imagined that it would be. I agreed that it was better than we had both imagined it and that he made my legs quiver. Then Chris just held me afterwards remarking on how soft and supple my breasts are. All he could let out was "WOW! at least the sexual tension is gone!" When he went outside to have a cigarette I broke down into tears. No one, including Zane, had ever touched me so deeply during sex to the point of me weeping. I knew that this would be the first and last time that we would do this and I couldn't help but wonder why he was so gentle and sincere. I knew Chris to be more of a long hard and deep guy sexually; not what he did with me which left me momentarily confused. Should I take it as a pity fuck since my husband is in another state? Or did Chris actually mean to have a lovemaking fest because he loves me? Since thoughts like this get me into trouble I'll let him tell me what this means. After his cigarette he let me take a shower and when that was over he opened his arms so that I could sleep next to him. 

 

As we took the bus things felt different between us. His protective side towards me came out differently and as I gave him a hug and a kiss goodbye I had tears in my eyes because I knew that that was the last time that i would see him again...