Authors: Carol Swan
“Oh, I love when guys go down on me,” I admitted with a heady sigh, my body already light and airy from the alcohol. The thought of a guy kneeling below me, his tongue lapping at my wet cunt, made my panties wet.
The fact that it had been almost a year since I slept with anyone wasn’t helping either. Sex talk always got me all riled up—a fact Carter knew perfectly well. I shot him a look, my eyebrow arched.
“Right?” He laughed, swatting at my knee. A tingle ran up my thigh. “Girls taste so…
great
.”
“Oh, I’m aware,” I mused. He looked at me sharply, frowning.
“Excuse me?”
“Don’t give me that.” I rolled my eyes, shifting so that we faced one another. “You’ve heard the story about me and Michelle at George’s going-away party last year.”
“
What
?!” He practically shouted it, and I held back a giggle. “No! Every detail! Now!”
I’d been drunk at the time, and the hookup was nothing more than a little innocent fun between two curious women. I had a good time, Michelle did too, and we went our separate ways once it was over. To this day, we’re still friends, almost like nothing out of the ordinary had happened that night.
However, telling it back to Carter didn’t exactly feel like it was all in innocent fun. In my current tipsy state, I might have exaggerated a few details, my voice husky as I explained, in detail, how I ate her out while she sat on a bathroom countertop. When I’d finished, shrugging like it was no big deal, Carter licked his lips, cheeks flushed.
“I think I would have remembered this particular story,” he told me, his voice cracking. I smirked, eyes wandering his delectably muscular figure. Casual sex chats usually got me going, but
detailed
, graphic descriptions of something I’d done in the past? Ugh, definitely got me all hot and bothered.
And, apparently, I wasn’t the only one. As my dark brown eyes continued to wander Carter’s body, my best friend processing everything I’d told him, I noticed a sizeable bulge straining against his pants. Fueled by the gods of alcohol and lust, I reached out and stroked him on a whim, my hand brushing the length of his dick from tip to base
We stared at each other for a moment, him slack-jawed and me smirking, until he muttered, “April… Did you just…”
“Yeah,” I fired back, raising my eyebrows in a challenge. “What are you going to do about it?”
There were a few seconds of silence, perhaps for the boundaries that we were about to cross as best friends. Once you crossed said boundaries, there was no going back, but as he grabbed my face and kissed me full on the mouth, I think we were both quite aware that there was no going back—not anymore. A boundary crossed. It was a line we’d been toeing around for years, yet it wasn’t until that exact moment either of us had done anything about it.
I inhaled sharply, gripping his shirt and dragging him as close as I could. He was warm, flushed with desire and, most likely, alcohol, and I held nothing back. I loved touching his body. I’d always done it before without the promise of anything more, but now I was able to explore to my heart’s content and know that there would be something gratifying at the end of my quest. My hands wandered the peaks and ridges of his well-defined pecks and abs. He’d worked so hard on his body since we got to college almost four years ago, and I had to commend him for the transformation.
Pushing me onto my back, Carter and I parted lips, tongues tangling as he tugged my woefully unattractive pajama pants down to my ankles. Once they were there, I kicked them off, thrusting my hips against his massive erection. The hardness dug into me as we ground our bodies together, each rub causing little tendrils of pleasure to shoot through me like lightning. I held nothing back, moaning and whispering his name whenever the urge struck me, not caring if anyone in the hall or next door heard us fucking. Let them hear. Carter was a guy I’d be proud to show off as a notch on my bedpost.
While people always talked about friends and fucking as being uncomfortable, I found nothing of the sort. We were just so … relaxed with one another. I knew his body, right down to the moles on his back and the faint freckles on his knees. He, meanwhile, had the unique advantage of knowing that I lost my mind when guys kissed my neck and that I liked to be pounded into from behind. The only part of
his
body that I was slightly unfamiliar with was the glorious cock that he pulled out of his pants.
Thick and long, it was both intimidating and enticing, and I watched, fascinated, as he pumped his hand up and down the shaft a few times. All I wanted to do was sit him down and worship that glorious dick with my mouth, but that didn’t seem to be in the cards today. In fact, for all my chatter about pussy licking and clit sucking, we were blazing right ahead to the main event. Hands frenzied, chests heaving, lips never leaving the other person—it was like this had been a long time coming, and we couldn’t wait to take the plunge.
I pushed his pants down as best I could from the angle I was at, my back arched as he nibbled the crook of my neck. Even though we’d only been at it a short while, I barely needed the foreplay: with all the sex talk beforehand and Carter’s innate ability to touch me exactly as I wanted, I was more than good to go. Lifting my hips to him, I tried to pull him down and in with my ankles locked behind his back, but he managed to evade me.
Instead, he slipped the tip in, slowly, cautiously, then pulled it out. I groaned, smacking him on the shoulder.
“Don’t be a fucking tease.”
“Where’s the fun in that?” he asked, holding strong when I tried to pull him in again. This time, he pushed that glorious cock just a little bit further in, my pussy stretching to accommodate, before pulling back out. I growled, his name, reaching down to sort this mess out myself, but before I could get a proper grip on his slick shaft, he’d snagged my wrists and pinned them beside my head.
“If you tell me patience if a virtue, I’m going to knee you in the balls,” I warned, eyes narrowing as he held me down. He laughed, that warm, clear sound, making my skin prickle, and then rolled his eyes.
“Good luck reaching them.”
He ducked out of the way when I tried, and in that moment rewarded my boldness by slamming his whole cock into me, all … well, it had to be pushing eight inches at least. All eight inches. In me. Filling me. Stretching me. Pain and pleasure mingled together, overpowering my ability to speak. He mimicked my wordless babbling, smirking in a way that made his sexy little dimple prominent.
“Oh my god,” I finally managed to get out, my hips rising and falling in tandem with his, the familiar pressure of mind blowing climax starting to build in my core. “Why haven’t we done this sooner?”
“I don’t know,” he muttered, his pace slowly quickening. Each thrust was harder than the last, his hips slamming into mine in a delicious rhythm that made me want to sing. Arms wrapped around one another, he took me hard and fast, our bodies sweaty and breath heated. My muscles clenched tight, my skin flushed with heat, and one final swirl of my hips—coupled with a sharp thrust from Carter—sent me over the edge. I saw stars as I fell, clinging tightly to him, arms and legs, while I plummeted into the hazy bliss of an orgasm so powerful that it left me breathless.
I wasn’t sure how it had happened. We weren’t doing anything special—missionary wasn’t exactly
adventurous
—but somehow it blew my mind. Perhaps it was the established connection, or maybe it was because it was Carter pounding into me over and over again. Whatever the case may be, I wasn’t about to complain.
As I laid there in a post-climax dream, my body slowly coming down from its incredible high, Carter’s pace quickened until it finally stopped. I giggled at the way his face screwed, then kissed him when a look of embarrassment flashed across his features.
Once we’d disentangled ourselves, I flitted off to the bathroom to clean up, and when I returned, Carter was wearing his boxers, two beers in hand. I accepted mine with a grin, unashamed to still be totally naked in front of him. It felt normal. Natural. Like this was how we were supposed to hang out.
“You know,” he said as I plopped down on the armchair, a little leery of sprawling out on the couch we’d just fucked, on, “we’re going to have to have a talk about what just happened.”
I arched an eyebrow, then twisted off the cap of my beer bottle. Taking a long swig, the cold liquid wonderfully refreshing as it trickled down my throat, I cleared my throat and shook my head.
“Not tonight,” I said, my eyes wandering his body once more. “I think I’ve got it in me to go again.”
We held one another’s stare evenly, me drinking and him fidgeting, until he finally smiled and leaned back against the kitchen counter—my open concept was the only good thing about this shit-hole apartment.
“Yeah, I think I could manage that.”
We held up our beers and toasted one another, and I could only imagine—gleefully—what the rest of the night had in store.
I needed a serious cold shower. Hurrying through the luxurious cabin, I eventually found my way back to my temporary bedroom and shut myself in. My chest heaved as I leaned back against the door, eyes shut, trying my hardest to get Carter out of my mind. He'd been on my brain ever since we fucked—a few times—the night we'd both finished our final exams for the school year. Here we were, almost a month later, and I couldn't stop thinking about him. Even here, on a stunning and secluded private island owned by a friend's family, in a cabin that cost close to a million dollars, I couldn't stop picturing us screwing.
My best friend and I had decided, like mature adults, that we didn't want to ruin the friendship after our one night together. We'd known each other for too long to let something as trivial as sex come between us, so we shook on it, no more hooking up for the sake of our friendship. I didn't want to lose him, he didn't want to lose me, and I knew neither of us could stand the thought of our relationship disintegrating because we couldn't handle whatever feelings might develop
because
we were screwing each other's brains out.
Unfortunately, just because we
said
we weren't going to fuck anymore, didn't mean I could stop daydreaming about it. Our night together had been some of the best sex I'd ever had—period. And considering I was still on a pretty substantial dry-spell in that department, it was almost painful to be around him as often as I was, all the while knowing we couldn't do anything more than an innocent hug. I knew it was for the best, but goddamn did I ever want him.
It had been especially hard out here. Over a holiday weekend, myself, Carter, and about ten of our closest friends decided to make use of Grace's remote cabin. We were all frazzled still from finals and graduation and the job hunt, and we needed a few days away from it all to unwind. We'd done all the usual cabin retreat things over the last two days: hiking, swimming, fishing, singing around a toasty bonfire. Half the time, most of the group had been piss drunk, and the other half people were slipping off into the woods for a quick hookup.
All the while, I had to watch my ridiculously sexy best friend in his low-hanging swim trunks, shirtless all the time, and force myself
not
to pounce on him whenever we were alone. Only minutes earlier, we'd been sharing a fuzzy blanket in front of a roaring fire, our bodies huddled together for warmth, and all I could think about was dipping my hand under his shorts and jacking him off. I wasn't even drunk. I had my inhibitions. And that was why I had to take a break from it all, figuring my small bedroom would afford me the privacy to calm myself before getting on with the night.
Groaning, I started to pace the length of the bedroom, hoping to drain some of the lusty energy out of me. Unfortunately, I hadn't even stalked back and forth three times before there was a knock at my door.
"April?"
I stopped in place, staring. Carter was on the other side of that door, and I wasn't nearly calmed down enough to see him here without everyone else around. There was no telling what I'd do.
No. I wasn't some horny dog looking to hump anything that moved. I was a grown woman who was in lust with my best friend—but I could definitely handle myself. I had to. For the sake of our friendship, I had to keep myself in check.
"Come in."
He darted in and shut the door behind him, frowning at me, "What the hell? You just kind of ran off without saying anything."
I shook my head, stepping back when he moved toward me.
"I needed a second," I told him, trying really hard not to admire the way his thin T-shirt highlighted his muscular arms or clung to the dips of his abs. It was worse that I actually knew what he looked like naked—I knew exactly what I was missing out on.
"Why?" He sounded a little unimpressed with me, and I couldn't blame him. We vowed not to make things awkward after our little fling, but because I wanted him
so
badly, I'd been making things weird by trying to control myself. It was time to just come clean. Sighing, I settled on the end of my bed, the mattress hard as ever.
"Because of you." I nibbled my lower lip as his frown deepened, and added, "because I want you again, but we decided that we shouldn't, and I get that… but… It's hard."
My eyes dipped down to his cock as I said
hard
without meaning to, and I quickly forced them back up to his face.
Damn it.