3. The Friend
Alex and I have been friends for years and I’m so thankful for him. He’s been letting me stay in his spare room since I caught my boyfriend in bed with our neighbor. It’s been a year and I feel bad for still being here, he’s never complained or asked me to leave. Hell he’s never even hinted at me that it’s time for me move out. I’ve been trying to find a place, but most of them are out of my price range. I also need to get laid, it’s been a year, I’m incredibly sexually frustrated that I’ve ruined my best vibrator.
I knock on his bathroom door before cracking it open, Alex, can I steal a towel mine are in the dryer and I need to get ready for work?”
He opens the shower door, towel wrapped around his waist, water dripping from his hair, “sure,” he smiles. It’s a smile that would make any woman melt. He is incredibly handsome, black hair, brown eyes, and a body that shows he takes care of himself. “Hey,” catching me as I’m about to walk out, “I thought we could order in tonight and watch a movie,” I watch water drip down his chest.
“Sounds good,” I quickly leave and head to my bathroom. God, I’ve got to get laid. I thought as I stepped into the shower. I dress, grab my coffee and head out to work. I was thankful it was Friday and I only had to work a half day. I decide to stop and get a bottle of wine, I need a drink after this week. I run my errands and head home, stopping to look at an apartment on my way. It wasn’t bad and it was finally something I could afford.
I’m frustrated when I get home, Myrtle meets me at the door, she always makes me smile. Myrtle is Alex’s black lab, she’s five. I let her out the back door and go upstairs to change. Before I knew it, it was five and Alex walked through the door. He saw the unopened bottle of wine on the kitchen table, “bad day?”
“Actually it got better. I found an apartment today,” he doesn’t respond, “Chinese tonight?”
“Sure. You order, I’ll change,” he climbs the stairs and reimmurges in sweats and no shirt. Fuck he looked hot. What are you thinking? He’s your friend! I scold myself. “What are we watching?” Pulling me out of my thoughts.
“I figured you could pick since I picked dinner,” I state matter of factly.
He thumbs through his extensive DVD collection as I answer the door, getting the food. He pulls one out, putting it in, “what are we watching?” Shoving my mouth full of noodles.
“You’ll see,” he picks up a cartoon of fried rice.
By the time the previews are done we are finished eating, I quickly take everything to the kitchen and I grab the wine. He still hasn’t said anything about me moving out. I settle on the couch and pull the blanket over me as he opens it and pours two glasses. “A horror movie!” I slap his arm, he knows I hate these.
He chuckles, faining pain “you let me pick. We’re watching it. It’s not that bad.”
I pull the blanket over my eyes for the third time, “you said it wasn’t that bad!”
“It’s almost over. Promise,” he pulls me close to him.
I can feel his hot breathe on my ear, jumping up, “I’m going to bed. Goodnight,” I can feel myself getting turned on and I know I shouldn’t be.
I run up to bed, slip off my shorts and underwear and climb into bed, the less clothes I wear, the better I sleep. I toss and turn before finally falling asleep. I wake up at two, I hear Myrtle outside my door whining, she must need to go out. I get up and open my door, “come on girl,” I whisper. I quietly paid down the hall to the stairs, we get down to the kitchen and I let her out.
I turn and reach up in the cupboard for a glass, I’m thirsty. Suddenly I hear, “Myrtle what are getting into?”
I turn my head, still reaching up and I see him standing in the doorway looking at me. I realize that I’m not wearing any underwear and my shirt is now above my ass because I’m reaching up. Did he just groan? I quickly pull it down as far as I can, “Myrtle had to go out,” I motion towards the door, my stomach still tight against the counter. She scratches at the door and I let her in.
I turn to go back to my room he grabs my arm and pulls me to him, his hand going up my shirt. “Alex, what are you doing?”
He grazes my nipple with his thumb and I fight to suppress my moan, “I’ve wanted to do this for a year,” he grabs my neck, pulling me to him. He kisses me sensually, I can still smell the wine on his breath.
I push him back, “we shouldn’t,” I could feel him pressing into my stomach.
He sucks on my earlobe, “I lay in bed and hear you while you’re getting off at night,” my face gets flush and he rubs my core. “Do you know how many times I’ve jerked off to you in the shower?” He dips a finger inside, “you’re so wet,” he slowly pumps in and out and I’m putty in his hands. “Tell me you don’t want this? Tell me you haven’t imagined what my dick would feel like inside of you as I fuck you?” He lifts my shirt and sucks on my breast. He stops and looks at me, his fingers still deeps inside me, “tell me.”
“Yes,” it barely comes out. Part of me is now regretting telling him one drunken night how I liked it in bed. In my defense, he’s my closest friend and he started the conversation. “We’re friends,” I push is fingers out and step away, “I don’t want to ruin that.” I run up to my room, closing the door and sliding down it. I’m so screwed. I can’t move into that apartment for another two months and now every time I see him I’m going to want to jump him. Truth was, I loved him. I always have.
I didn’t sleep, thoughts of what Alex could do to me filled my head. I pulled myself out of bed at seven and showered, convincing myself that I did the right thing. That it was the wine that made him do that, he wouldn’t have done that if he was sober. I slipped on my matching lace bra and thong, stepping into my closet for my favorite jeans. Shit. They’re still in the laundry room, I forgot to bring them up last night. It’s Saturday and he almost always works until eleven, feeling safe I head down to get my clothes. I turned on the radio as I walked through the living room, shaking my ass and singing as I made a pot of coffee. I shimmied my way into the laundry room, I ran into to something hard. “What the fu..” stumbling back rubbing my forehead.
I looked up, seeing Alex standing there in his sweats, “you’re making this incredibly difficult Em,” he groaned.
“I..I thought you were at work,” I look down and see the tent in his pants. “I just came for my clothes,” I grab them and quickly head to my room.
I turn to shut the door but he holds it open, “you’re so beautiful,” he pushes me against the wall, causing me to drop my clothes. He leans down, gently sucking on my neck as he caress my breast over my bra. He takes my hand, pressing it against his covered dick rubbing it up and down, “this is what you do to me every time I see you.” He unhooked my bra, letting it fall to the floor. He swirls his tongue around my nipple as he slides my hand inside his pants and boxers. “I’m tired of jerking of to images of you,” he slips two fingers inside me, “I want you. I can’t wait any longer.”
I moan as he continues his assault on my breast with his mouth and his finger deep inside me. God it felt good. I begin pumping my hand back and forth. He drops to his knees, placing my right leg over his shoulder. He pushes my underwear to the side, licking my core in with his tongue. “Oh my god Alex,” I moan, bucking my hips forward.
“Let me be the one to satisfy you at night. I’ll pleasure you in ways I know you love,” his voice vibrating off me.
It’s been years since I’ve been ate out. My last boyfriend, Zane, didn’t like doing it. He said it wasn’t ‘a natural thing for men to do’. Sex was just sex, he would never go down on me and rarely let me give him blow jobs. Feeling Alex’s hot breathe down there made me want to grab his head and shove it in as far as it would go.
He slips his tongue in, swirls it around before standing back up. I groan, missing the way it felt. He kisses me and I taste myself, but I don’t care. I nod my head and lead him to my bed. I know I shouldn’t be doing this, but right now my brain isn’t working. He crawls up between my legs and I spread them wide for him, smiling he crawls up. His tongue making circles around my clit and he slides his finger up and down my core. He dives in with his tongue, like a starving man. I push his head further in, his tongue pushing in and out as his thumb rubs my clit.
“Oh my god,” I arch my back, “I’m going to cum!”
“Cum for me,” he pushes his tongue further in, “cum all over my face.” I scream as my orgasm hits me, shaking a little. He sucks up all of my juices before coming up, “that was fucking beautiful,” he kisses me passionately, “I love how you taste,” sucking on my nipple, “every inch of you.”
He lines himself up before slowly entering, giving me a moment to adjust to his size, “god you feel good,” he thrusts in and out.
He picks up his pace and we are both moaning in pleasure, “ohh,” I moan feeling my second orgasm building.
Thrusting hard, “cum with me,” he thrusts hard and fast, my nails digging into his back, “here it comes,” he thrusts as hard as he can, hitting my hilt. We both groan, finding our release. He kisses my neck, “I love you,” kissing my lips, “I’ve loved you for years Emily. Please stay with me. I want you in my bed every night. I want to wake up to you every morning. I wake to make love to every night.” He looks at me and I can see the truth behind his words, “say something, please.”
“I love you too,” I can feel the tears run down my check, “I’ve loved you for years.”
We spent the night making love.