When I toss her gently on the bed, she lands with a little squeal. It’s cute, but not what I want to hear. “Get ready to scream.”
I tug her ankles, pulling her pussy closer to the edge as I kneel down in front of her. She’s just as pretty down here, all pink and ready for me.
“You’re so fucking wet.”
“Ben, don’t tease me.”
It’s the first thing she’s had a chance to say. “I don’t intend to. Hold on.”
I part her glistening folds and lap at the sweetness there. I flick my tongue on the tiny bud that’s swollen and in need of a little attention.
Her back bows off the bed and I’m only getting started. I curl a finger in her and search for the nub inside. When my finger strokes across it, she lets out a moan. I’ve found both targets, so I slip another finger inside as I begin to suck at her flesh. I learn what she likes when she fists the sheets in her hands and cries out with abandon. I want inside her, but I need more time. Plus, she needs this first orgasm. I lick and flick and thrust with my fingers as I fuck her dickless until she’s begging for climax. My cock surges to life by the sounds she makes. I cover her clit and stroke it with my tongue while furiously finger fucking her. Her tight pussy clamps around my fingers as she finds her release. And as promised, she screams.
Once she goes boneless, I flip her on her stomach and leave her legs hanging over the edge. I reach under her and lift up her hips, urging her on her knees. Then I line up my dick and I’m inside before I realize no condom.
“Fuck.”
The word means all kinds of things as I berate myself from the oversight. But I also curse because damn if it doesn’t feel like heaven. I pull out and find my pants.
“What’s wrong?” she calls out.
“Condom.”
She looks sexy as fuck and I feel on the verge of coming again. I find a condom and sheath myself as fast as I can. When I get back and place one hand on her hip, I’m inside her. It’s not quite the same, having felt heaven, but it’s good enough, especially when she starts pushing her ass into me to spur me on.
“What do you want, baby? You want it hard and fast.” She nods. “Then say it.”
“Please.”
I move languidly, angling to hit the spot that I know excites her.
“I want to hear you say it.” With my hands on her hips and swallowing a groan, I command, “Say it.”
“Hard and fast,” she whimpers.
So I give her exactly what she wants as she cries to the heavens for a release, which grips the both of us and milks me dry. I collapse on top of her and roll us to our side still joined. I circle one arm around her middle and cup her breast with the other.
As our breaths slow, she takes a while before she asks the question. Belatedly, I think being inside her has the calming effect I need to answer.
“When did your best friend die?”
Normally, I don’t like talking about it unless it’s Cate because she understands. But somehow the words dislodge from my throat.
“Over a year ago,” I begin. “He was my best friend since before we were old enough to go to school,” I choke out. “He was like my brother.”
She tries to move, but I hold on tighter. I know she probably wants to face me and share her compassion, but I don’t want to pull out even though I should take care of the spent condom.
“I’m sorry. I’m sure it’s been hard on you.”
Her sentiment is far different from Karen’s. And more thoughts launch out of my mouth as if I’d been holding them back forever.
“I watched him waste away into a shadow of himself.”
She nods. “I’m sure he appreciated you being there.”
I hope so.
“There were times I didn’t know what I would do without him. I still miss him. It’s hard losing the best friend you did everything with, you know?”
This is the point of the conversation where Karen accused me of being gay. I brace myself for it.
“Getting over someone who was a brother to you will take a long time. I’m not sure you will ever fully be over it. But in time it will get easier and maybe you’ll be able to think about the good without the loss hurting quite so much.”
And hearing someone not related to me say it eases something inside me. I whisper the words, “I hope so.”
She reaches up and covers my hand and something warms in my chest. I swipe hair away from her neck.
“This girlfriend thing is turning out better than I hoped,” I whisper in her ear before I gently bite her lobe. Then I press a soft kiss at the base of her neck. Her eyes close and I nip there before I trail nips and kisses back up to her jaw. I squeeze her breast before pinching her nipple.
Her giggles and moans stir my cock to life and even I’m surprised by my recovery time.
“Is it the girlfriend thing or the fact that you can cop a feel? I’m not sure it’s me you like or my boobs.”