BEST FRIENDS

The warm summer breeze ruffled her hair and the faint 
sounds of music came from the ballroom as she stood on 
the balcony overlooking the magnificent grounds of the 
manor house. No matter how far she came in life, no 
matter how much recognition or rewards she seemed to 
gain, at these types of formal functions she still found 
herself... "Bored?"

The voice startled her and she whirled to see who was 
finishing her thoughts. He stood quite near, all 6'1" of 
him, his brown eyes wrinkling into his smile. He was 
holding out a glass of champagne. 

"I saw you sneak out here. It's a beautiful night, and 
an even more beautiful view, don't you think?" 

She nodded in agreement, more than a little annoyed at 
his sudden intrusion, and then turned away from him 
again to resume her quiet reverie.

He had seen her alright. He'd been watching her all 
night. The way she moved through throngs of people. The 
way she carried herself: her dress, her hair - perfect. 
The fact that she wasn't waiflike attracted him even 
further - he liked the idea of having something to hold 
on to. 

His eyes drank in her every move, and he had to 
concentrate at times to keep his body from overreacting 
and betraying his thoughts to everyone in the room. He 
knew he wanted her but he just wasn't sure how much 
until he saw her there, leaning against the granite of 
the balcony, in the soft bluish moonlight. Her beautiful 
shoulders were framed perfectly by the dress she'd 
chosen. 

It was all he could do not to walk up to her right then 
and there and begin to nibble on them. Her graceful neck 
and perfect earlobes beckoned him as well. In the subtle 
nighttime glow, he could see the softness of her 
flawless skin and smell her perfume wafting in the air 
around him. It nearly made him weak with wanton desire.

"I'm sorry, did you say something?" she had turned to 
look at him - her blue eyes burning into his very flesh, 
one eyebrow raised in curiosity. 

He realized, then, he had been sort of groaning under 
his breath while watching her lean against the balcony 
rail - watching the Ruebenesque roundness of her 
buttocks press against the softness of her dress and her 
heavy breasts strain for release from their bondage. He 
quickly stuttered a "N-n-no," as he held the glass of 
champagne out to her once again, and this time she took 
it from him, her hand grazing his lightly and causing 
him to stir in his tuxedo pants.

"Thank you," she said, and turned back to the view. 

He cleared his throat, and, almost like a teenager 
asking his father for the first time to barrow the 
family car, he stammered, "I've been watching you all 
night, and there is one thing I've been dying to ask 
you..."

"Okay," she responded, turning seductively toward him, 
carefully placing the delicate glass champagne flute on 
the granite planter next to her. 

He stepped forward boldly, taking her into his arms, 
"Would you care to dance with me?" 

Her arms automatically went to his broad shoulders, and 
she threw her head back, her laughter lilting across the 
terrace. "You know I will, silly..." and she melted 
against him, sliding her hand into his as they began to 
glide across the marbled floor like Fred and Ginger. 

"I know you hate these things," he said, nuzzling that 
delicious neck he'd been lusting after all evening, 
breathing deeply of her scent, "and I appreciate you 
coming with me tonight. But if we don't get out of here 
soon, I'm going to take you to that cabana over 
there..." 

She tilted her head slightly and whispered the words he 
so wanted to hear: "So, what's stopping you?"

They had been best friends forever. They flirted with 
each other all the time, were each other's confidantes, 
touchstones, and backup dates for functions just such as 
this, but they had never, ever made love. Sure, they had 
hinted and played at it with each other, things like 
holding hands and kissing each other lightly, but had 
never come to the brink - mostly because they were both 
so afraid that sex would ruin their perfect friendship. 

Until that very instant, he had no idea how very much 
she wanted him, and she really had no idea how much he 
really, truly, deeply loved her. He placed his hands on 
her hips and pushed her away, looking deeply into her 
eyes: "Are you kidding?" 

She reached between them, placing her hand on the front 
of his trousers. "What do YOU think?" She gripped him 
and then she just smiled. 

"I think I'm taking you home..." he said and took her 
hand, leading her briskly to the car. 

Her heart sank. This was NOT the reaction she was hoping 
for! A million things swirled through her head, not the 
least of which being that he probably thinks her to be a 
whore. She was so embarrassed by her aggression that all 
the way home she kept her hands in her lap and watched 
out the window of the car at the scenery skirting by. 

He tried to engage her in conversation, but she wasn't 
interested... she merely moped and answered him in 
short, cryptic sentences. He knew something was wrong, 
but wasn't really sure what he had done to provoke such 
a sudden "cold front" between them.

They arrived at her home, and he walked her to the door. 
"I'm sorry about earlier," she said, "about grabbing 
your... you ... um..." her eyes downcast so not to show 
her growing fears. 

He smiled, "Oh, babe... I'm not sorry! So, THIS is why 
you were so quiet! No... no... no! Look at me."

She did, and her blush told him exactly what he needed 
to know. Taking her face gently into his hands, he 
kissed her. Not like the usual kissing-his-sister peck, 
but a long, slow, deep kiss borne of his escalating 
desire. 

His tongue found solace in her mouth and in doing so, 
his hands slid from her jaw to her shoulders and then 
down to her breasts. He took them into his hands and 
through her dress slowly ran his thumbs across the 
nipples until they stood out. Completely confused, she 
broke the kiss and stepped back, "I don't understand. I 
offered myself to you at the manor house, and you chose 
instead to bring me home..." 

He pulled her to him one more time, kissing her deeply 
and taking her hand in his. He slid it to the front of 
his trousers, and in a breathless whisper said, "Yes, 
and I believe this is where we last were..." He looked 
at her face. Her brow was knitted in a confused mixture 
of want and fear, yet she didn't move her hand. Instead, 
her fingers curled gently around him, her thumb brushing 
casually at his rapidly hardening cock, causing him to 
gasp. 

"Explain to me, please, what is going on?" 

He gazed at her intently, and then softly said, "Look, I 
didn't want to make love to you for the first time in a 
cabana at a party. I didn't want to be rushed or fear 
discovery. I want to take my time, to show you..." His 
voice trailed off as she turned to unlock the door. 

"Show me what?" she asked as they breached the threshold 
of her house. 

His hand reached for her once again, turning her so she 
could see and hear him clearly, "Show you how much I 
love you."

He lifted her into his arms. No, she was not a small 
girl, but he had been working out in anticipation of 
just such a moment. He carried her into her bedroom (he 
had been to her house a million times in the years 
they'd known each other, so he knew where he was going), 
and they tumbled onto her bed... laughing... more like 
the old friends they'd always been than new lovers they 
were about to become. 

She turned on a small bedside lamp, which threw just 
enough light around the room that she felt comfortable. 
He rose from the bed and quickly pulled off his tux 
coat, his tie, shoes, and socks; she leaned back on the 
bed on her elbows, watching him strip. She drew a sharp 
breath when he removed his shirt: she had fantasies of 
how his body must look under his clothing - she had 
danced with him a million times and felt how his body 
felt against her, but now she was truly seeing it for 
the first time. He wasn't weight-lifter perfect, which 
suited her just fine.

She loved the way his chest and stomach came together 
with a line of feathery hair. His shoulders and arms 
were just right for holding her when she needed him. She 
licked her lips in anticipation of what the trousers 
held! His hands moved to undo the belt, but she stopped 
him with a soft, "no." 

He looked at her, wondering if she was rethinking this 
whole thing, then she finished with, "please... c'mere 
and let me..." Stepping forward, he shivered as her soft 
hands touched his bare skin for the first time.

She placed her warm hands against his stomach, feeling 
his breathing quicken and hearing him groan in 
anticipation. She opened his pants, pressing them over 
his hips, and catching his underwear with her hands on 
the way down. He was now fully exposed to her and she 
leaned forward, kissing him on each hipbone with a soft, 
sucking kiss. She took his cock into her hands and 
looked up at him, "Is this what you want me to do?" she 
asked while stroking him gently.

"No..." he croaked.

"Is this?" she said, taking a long, hot lick of the 
shaft, "what you want me to do?" 

He swallowed hard, "U-u-u-hhhhh... it's good... oh god 
it's good... but no..." He took her head into his hands 
and said, "Please suck me ..." and he thrust his cock 
forward into her hot mouth. 

She had already wet her lips, so he slid easily back and 
forth over them as she laved him with her tongue. She 
concentrated on just the right amount of pressure and 
before long, he was pushing her away... begging her to 
stop. "Honey, I'll cum too soon and I want to make love 
to you..."

He knelt down in the floor in front of her. Kissing her 
collarbone, he reached around for the zipper of her 
dress, and once it was undone, he slid her dress 
carefully from her and hung it neatly over a chair. He 
uncoupled her bra, reveling in the weight of her large 
breasts in his hands. He nibbled and suckled at her 
nipples, causing her to moan and squirm ... yet he had 
so much farther to go! 

He slowly rolled her stockings off each of her legs, 
kissing her toes as he finished. He pushed her onto her 
back and, taking her hips into his hands, carefully 
peeled her panties from her. The wetness in the crotch 
was evident and she blushed hotly when he held them to 
his nose and commented on it. "You smell heavenly... 
let's see how you taste..." he said, kneeling before her 
again.

She felt him put pressure on the inside of each knee, 
asking without words for her to open herself up to him. 
His hands skimmed up the insides of her thighs and she 
felt them come to rest on either side of her slit, his 
thumbs gently opening her even more to his gaze. She 
closed her eyes in anticipation, but she was totally 
unprepared for the sensation of his mouth on her at 
last. "Oh, GOD..." she moaned and arched against him as 
his tongue found it's mark.

He smiled, bemused at her reaction, "MmmmmMMmmm, you 
taste good..." and he lowered his head once again to 
drink from her. 

She reached down with her hands, running them through 
his hair, encouraging his every move, pulling his mouth 
closer and closer to her, his tongue deeper. She came 
and came, and he seemed to never tire. His senses were 
overloaded: her tangy sweetness on his lips and tongue, 
her soft moans echoing in his hears, her body heat 
radiating against his face, and inside he felt as if he 
would burst if he didn't fill her soon. 

He lifted his head as he slid his fingers into her, 
brushing her clit incessantly with his thumb until she 
was cumming again, wanting to watch her skin flush as he 
felt her pulse around them. He kissed his way softly 
from her thighs, to her hips, over the gentle curves of 
her belly to her breasts. He lay against her chest, 
listening to her heart beat wildly, and suckled at her 
magnificent breasts. She reached and stroked his hair as 
he did so, basking in the glow of her orgasms.

Coming down from the heights of pleasure, she suddenly 
realized he could see her naked body in the lamplight 
and began to feel extremely self-conscious. So she 
extricated herself from under his ministrations, finding 
solace in the bedcovers. 

"What's wrong?" he asked, afraid he'd done something 
terribly wrong. She sat there, the covers pulled around 
her, gripping her arms around her knees, and began to 
cry. 

"I'm afraid..." she choked out, her voice quivering. 

He looked incredulous, "Afraid of ME?!?"

"No... afraid of THIS. Afraid of tomorrow. Afraid of you 
seeing me... naked... and everything that's wrong with 
me! Will we still be best friends, or will you look at 
me differently?"

"Come here," he said, sliding under the covers and 
holding his arms out to her. "I have wanted to make love 
with you longer than you know. I will go to my grave 
loving you, whether we continue or whether we don't, and 
we only will continue if you are ready..." 

She slid into his side, wrapping her arms around his 
middle, holding on for dear life. He felt her trembling 
against him, and he tipped her face up so that he could 
look into her eyes. "Do you want to make love with me?" 

In response, she grasped him firmly enough around the 
waist that when she rolled onto her back, she carried 
him with her and he wound up over her, staring down into 
her beautiful blue eyes. 

His hands touched her soft blonde hair, brushing it from 
her forehead, then his thumb gently wiped the remaining 
teardrop from her cheek. They remained that way for a 
moment, just gazing at each other... then came the kiss. 
It was a kiss her mother had always told her about: 
soft, deep, insistent... carrying all the love this man 
had held in his soul for this woman for all this time. 
She welcomed him between her thighs and they both moaned 
into each other's mouths when his body became part of 
hers. 

"Ahhhhhh..." she sighed, feeling every nuance of him 
sliding deeply into her, his mouth found her pulse on 
her neck, and he kissed her over and over there. He held 
still inside her for a moment, rising to watch her face 
contort and feeling her body grip him in ways he'd only 
dreamed of. 

Slowly, rhythmically, he took control of her... sharply 
biting at her nipples, suckling her earlobe, kissing her 
hotly... bombarding not only her body but her soul with 
pleasure. 

"Ohhhhh... I'm going to CCCUUUMMMMMMmmmmm..." he felt 
her squeeze and gush around him, he gripped her ass and 
pulled her closer to him so that he could feel every 
ripple. She felt so good to him when she would roll her 
hips against him just so... in fact, so good that he 
felt himself getting close to the brink himself. He 
whispered hoarsely, "Babe, I want to cum inside you. I 
want you to feel me..."

She looked into his eyes and saw what she had been 
looking for her whole life. "Take me with you..." she 
whispered, and he ground himself deeply into her, 
knowing he was pushing her over the edge, too.

She felt his first pulse before he made any sounds. 
"Uuhhhhggggggg..." his drawn-out groan filled her ears 
as his offerings filled her body. "Cum for me... I can 
feel you..." she pushed herself more tightly against 
him, his pulsing cock opening up a flood inside her 
body. 

Every throb and thrust brought his voice into her head, 
"God, you feel so good..." 

"Can you feel me cumming?"

"HHHGGGGGGNNNGGG..." With his last moaning push, she 
came against him ... with him... a more peaceful, easy 
cum that finally satisfied her yearning.

He held his softening cock inside her, feeling her heat 
and their mutual juices mingling around him. He raised 
himself up on his arms so that he could look at her 
below him, her face flushed from the pleasure, and love, 
she'd just received. 

"God, you're beautiful!" he whispered... and the tears 
began to roll from her eyes once again. He had never 
said such things to her, although they had been close 
for years, but the tone in his voice and the glow in his 
eyes told her that he had actually thought it for a long 
time. 

"Please don't cry, my love..." he kissed her softly on 
her forehead, then rolled over and took her once again 
into the hollow of his arm, holding her close. 

"Regrets?" she asked, fearing his answer.

"Yes," he said and felt her tense against him... he 
stroked her back and hip gently with his hand as he 
spoke. "I regret I waited so long to tell you how I felt 
and to make love with you!"

She snuggled back up to him, listening to his rhythmic 
breathing and his heart beat against her cheek. "Me 
too," she thought as she drifted off to sleep in his 
arms. "Me, too!"