This is a fictional story, but is based on a couple of my experiences.
We’d been friends for over a decade, and while flirtation & affection had always marked our connection? We’d fallen short of acting on those desires.
Until one evening when the timing seemed perfect, and our relationship evolved overnight.
Slow build-up & pacing, but a romantic piece where a close friendship between 2 twenty-somethings shifted into an overdue manifestation of mutual lusts.
Janice and I had developed something of a routine, spending most Sundays together. Afternoon through evening we’d indulge in video games, smoking weed, and running streaming binges. Admittedly, far from an adventurous escape from daily life, but it was a chance to embrace companionship, friendship, & comfort. And while she was very much a true extrovert… Well, working her ass off all week drained much of the natural energy she normally exuded.
Janice… Well, there was something in her countenance that was inherently warm and welcoming. She knew how to put others at ease. Her personality was as engaging as her wit was disarming, but far more than that? She carried herself with confidence and there was a natural, grounded charisma in her speech. Her ability to easily connect with nearly anyone counter-balanced so much of my inherent introversion.
And as easy as it was to let my eyes linger on her form every time she’d venture to her kitchen for a drink, or briefly to her bedroom? It felt natural, and mostly innocent.
Admittedly, though… My eyes often lingered too long in places they perhaps shouldn’t. Her lovely legs, and the fit-yet-yielding flesh of her thighs. The tempting curve of her ass. The fullness of her breasts.
Looking, theoretically discreetly, just seemed a natural indulgence. Not so much as a precursor to action, but rather as a matter of wishing her body could be within my reach. She was just a year younger than me at twenty-six, but had the body of a woman in her early twenties (if that). To that end, I imagine few men (or women) would miss the chance to admire Janice’s curves.
Janice is Asian, more specifically a very fair-skinned Chinese-American. And her eyes – a dark, captivating shade of brown – held a gaze that was inherently piercing & appraising. Her glasses (black metal frames with thin, rounded-rectangular lenses) only served to highlight how flattering of a feature her eyes were. Indeed… Something in her eyes, more than even her speech, conveyed a sense of seeing a destination on the horizon – carrying that spirit of a leader. Perhaps that was what made her so successful, if overworked. Something in those eyes, though… You couldn’t help but want those eyes to fall to you and see a fraction of the purpose & meaning that drove her.
She had a pair of beauty marks – one over the left corner of her lips, and the other near the base of her left eyebrow. Between the two it carried one’s gaze to her eyes (dark & appraising) or her lips (which were so often graced with a playful, gently-teasing smirk). Her lips were only lightly tinted, most often with a peachy-pink shade lipstick.
Her smirk was…in a word? Intoxicating. I wanted it to speak to something more between us, but we’d never stepped past flirtation and into action.
Her dark hair was moderately long (several inches past her shoulders, barely reaching her breasts). Her black hair was interspersed with rare lighter highlights, easily flattering a sunny or dusky demeanor. There were rare-yet-recurring moments in which I imagined the innocent indulgence of burying my face in her hair. Or the fleeting fantasy of running my fingers through her hair while my lips nuzzled & kissed the tender flesh of her neck.
At 5’3″ she was a relatively average height, but…nothing about her energy, engagement, effort, or empathy was remotely average. Her height pleasantly resulted in our every embrace leaving her head placed against my upper chest & shoulders. And, in those joyous moments I suspect she often heard my heart flutter.
Her legs felt long for her height, but given how much her thighs entrance me? You’d have to consider me a biased observer. Indeed, only the inviting curve of her ass entices me more. To me… Her buttocks were easily her most lust-inspiring feature. Too many times I’d let my eyes follow the movements of her bum as she walked away, only to find Janice’s teasing, ever-aware smirk greeting me as she caught my attention so explicitly focused on her.
As for her breasts? I felt she’d been blessed in that regard – full C-cups that perfectly fit her height/frame. And she knew it – enjoying how often her lovely tits drew lingering, longing eyes with ease.
She also had a slight birthmark, just above her breasts… Something I found uniquely charming, but I felt she often worked to minimize.
As for me? Well… I feel like I’m significantly less interesting or enticing, but:
I stand at 5’10” tall and have short, light brown hair. My eyes are mostly blue with modest tones of grey mixed in, and are often obscured behind a pair of glasses. I definitely carry a few extra pounds for my height, but manage to maintain a tolerable build despite that.
As I was saying, though: our routine over Sunday evenings had become fairly simplistic…
We’d start by getting a moderate, mutual high going over a couple joints. From there, things most often went one of two ways: either we’d game into the late hours of the evening (Janice’s inner gamer-girl taking the reins) or we’d stream something on Netflix, Hulu, or Prime until it felt too late to continue.
On the evening in question, though? Janice had been voicing frustrations about a growing, chronic pain in her left shoulder. And with the comfort & courage of my fourth joint of the evening, I offered my services as a would-be masseuse. While a part of me simply longed for the excuse to casually-yet-intimately explore her body? A larger part of me was sincere in my would-be devotion to her relaxation, comfort, and pleasures.
She was wearing a black tank top, the ribbed cotton of which was delightfully thin and clung to her body. She was also wearing a pair of form-fitting jeans that flawlessly accentuated every inch of her legs.
We’d been sitting on the sofa in her living room debating our plans for the night, but now she was positioned with her back to me – waiting expectantly. As I adjusted my position on the sofa, moving closer to her? Our bodies barely touched, and the heat of our bodies in contact was enthralling. From my position I could just make out the bra she was wearing: its pastel pink cups had floral black lace embroidery & matching straps. The scent of her shampoo lingered in the air as her hair brushed against me, gently, with her every minor movement.
I admit: it was exquisitely alluring.
Now, sure… I have some degree of experience in giving shoulders rubs – I imagine we all do. But I’m no expert.
Still, some tasks just feel natural, instinctive, and bonding… And this seemed to qualify in that regard. I began by kneading out tension with slowly progressive pressure, carefully endeavoring to work out knots & soothe sore muscles with a loving touch. Those tasks, at least, felt simply tied to reading the responses of the person you’re caring for… And my attention was utterly devoted to Janice.
There were many signs of her appreciation, gratitude, and encouragement, too. Her rare, hushed moans? Her half-spoken words of validation and praise? Those words & sounds hung in my ears, echoing. Teasing me. Tantalizing me. Tempting me.
The soft yield of Janice’s flesh was heavenly, and the way she moved in anticipation of my efforts was enamoring. She’d move, subtly and slightly, as my hands explored her shoulders and back – guiding my fingers to the exact places that longed for my touch. As she began to lean back against me more and more… I knew she had to have noticed the growing erection that was nestled against her jean-clad buttocks.
In time I decided to take a slightly different direction – my hands leaving her shoulders and upper back to venture along her sides. Initially, my fingertips traced along the lowest, outermost portion of her rib cage — gauging the tension and pressure as I approached the band of her bra. Following along it, gently-but-firmly and with a measured pressure? I found her body precisely followed every movement of my fingers. She whispered, her voice throaty and entrancing:
“It… I don’t know. It tingles.”
In response to that? I felt my cock twitch, slightly – standing at full attention and firmly pressed against her. If she somehow didn’t notice that, she certainly noticed a moment later when the tracing movements of my fingers transitioned into my hands cupping her breasts, squeezing them softly. Her head rolled back towards me as my hands continued fondling her tits, her hair cascading between us in mirrored movement.
And then, quite suddenly, she pulled away from me.
My initial thoughts were concerns that (perhaps) she finally thought better of the direction our night was taking.
But as she turned around and those piercing, dark eyes of hers met my own? It felt as though she were inviting far more than the limited explorations I’d dared up unto that point. To have those eyes see worth in me, and reflect desire back as they did now? It was both evocative & engaging.
We both, it seemed, wanted this moment to progress further – for our history of flirtation to push into action.
In unison we made something of a desperate, mutual effort of removing her tank top – pulling it over her head and immediately tossing it to the side. I struggled for seconds too long in unhooking her bra, resulting in Janice removing it herself – briefly chuckling in teasing amusement as she did.
Seeing her breasts finally free of the confines of those cups, I couldn’t help but admire – and resume fondling – them. The softness, the yield, and the warmth of her tits… Without the tank top and bra impeding my touch, the pleasure of each caress was magnified tenfold. And while her eyes closed as though she enjoyed my touch and yearning for her, her hands had begun the work of striving to remove her jeans. Moments later she was lifting her hips, guiding the denim material down her legs, and kicking them off & to the ground.
Now? Only two pieces of clothing remained on Janice’s body: a black, cotton thong (complete with pink lace trim) & a pair of ankle socks.
I wanted to relieve her of those last, tiny pieces of clothing and have the fullness of her beauty at last exposed to me… However, Janice had again adopted her knowing, teasing smirk – confirming that was a pleasure she wasn’t ready to concede just yet.
Moments later? She’d turned from me again, scooting close against me as she guided my hands back to her sides. My hands explored her sides & resumed tracing her ribs, but they would also briefly (and quite gleefully) explore her breasts with tender, loving caresses.
How could I not be mesmerized by her boobs? I’d longed to have them in my hands for ages.
I continued my growing explorations of her body, my hands soon traveling to her legs. In theory this was an effort intent on kneading away tension and comforting her aches… But in truth, I obviously wanted the excuse to explore more of her body. I began at the height of her uppermost thighs, working my way down to her knees – tracing muscles fibers with long, stroking movements as I did. I felt her legs and hips move in response to my efforts, but… Before long? My attentions were overly focused on her inner thighs.
A nervous, doubtful part of me worried she might put a stop to my efforts, but it seemed those fears were unfounded. In fact, the longer my hands lingered on her inner thighs? The more I found they spread for me – inviting further explorations.
Eventually, I simply had to do it…
The fingertips of my right hand began rubbing the outer lips of her pussy through the cotton material of her panties. At first my forefinger and middle finger barely trailed along her lips — scarcely even making contact. Before long, though, that pressure was increasing, and the movement of her hips showed her anticipation of my touch. Her head rolled back, her hair again cascading against me as she did… Her breathing kept growing deeper, and soft sighs (and rare-yet-rewarding moans) issued from her lips. Her thong was getting wetter as I continued my efforts, and… I felt intoxicated by her apparent pleasures. It felt like she was as captivated by the moment as I was.
While most of my attention was still focused on tracing the length of her outer lips with my fingertips, I’d begun the added measure of lingering near her clit for brief moments – rubbing ever so gently. And as her breathing grew deeper and more ragged, her hips increasingly moving with my attentions to her clit? I felt as though her stifled moans were becoming the soundtrack of my personal paradise. I lost myself to the vicarious thrill that was bringing this beauty, who I’d so long lusted for, into unanticipated pleasures.
I wanted her to cum, more clearly and desperately than I could tell her.
Eventually I whispered in Janice’s ear:
“Take them off for me.”
No explanation, just a simple (hopeful) direction. And, thankfully, she relented to that direction readily. Her fingertips quickly took grip of the lace-trimmed waistband of her thong. Her hips lifted as she pushed them down – guiding them along her thighs, past her knees, kicking them to her ankles, and (at last) off.
Her pussy was mostly shaven, retaining a modest, trimmed little bush – a fact I gleefully noted…
But before she’d even finished kicking her thong off, I’d already begun exploring her finally-exposed pussy with a rapt, hungering attention to our mutual pleasures. I began by returning to my prior endeavors, my right hand reaching to her long-last exposed slit. My forefinger and middle finger resumed trailing her outer lips – rarely allowing my middle finger to linger higher, teasing her clit. It wasn’t long, though, before I yearned for more – two fingers easily entering her pussy. In the near-silence of the room the sound of my fingers penetrating her wetness hung in the air. Part of me wanted to lean into a rapid pace, fingering her as if I were fucking her – desperate for the pleasure of each fresh thrust into her. Instead? I favored a slower, more methodical pace – my fingers curving slightly as they entered her. In the meantime, my left hand trailed from her side, to her stomach, and finally down lower — only the tip of my middle finger daring to approach her clit, encircling it with the lightest & most brief of touches.
By this point her hips were rocking in anticipation of my fingers entering her with each fresh penetration, and as my attention to her clit grew? So too did the depth of her moans.
And then, suddenly, her body shuddered intensely – her thighs rigidly tightening around my right hand, seemingly demanding my attentions continue. Short of an orgasmic peak, but approaching and edging near enough to tease out such delightful reactions.
It was a heady, intoxicating feeling: guiding the woman I’d grown to imagine as my Aphrodite so near to climax, her body shaking in my lap. And certainly, she was aware of the needy, throbbing erection that continued pressing against her ass as she did.
As much as my mind was shifting to a focus on claiming the pleasures her body could so readily offer me, I was still (at least for the moment) more focused on her.
My more intimate attentions to Janice were lessening, though, in the aftermath of her thighs fleetingly gripping my hand in place. Now? My lips had fallen to her neck – nuzzling and kissing it tenderly. Her head tilted further back, leaning slightly to the left in an effort that seemed to invite my lips to explore more (which they readily did). But as my lips continued their devoted attentions to Janice’s neck, my hands worked to unbutton & unzip my jeans.
It was a very quiet sound – my jeans unzipping – but it hung in the room. Taking my pants off entirely would obligate moving Janice from my lap (a prospect I wasn’t willing to entertain just yet). Instead…with some effort? I forced my jeans and boxer-briefs down to barely above my knees. My cock immediately sprang out, desperate for attention. Janice scarcely seemed to mind, even as it was positioned carefully between her ass’s cheeks – resting in place as I pulled her as close as I could.
Mental images of me entering her from behind flooded my mind, and I felt myself throb against her – now pressed so intimately against Janice’s body.
But delicious as those imaginings of finally entering her were, there was another desire I was determined to sate first…
My lips still lingered on her neck – kissing and lightly biting – but before long they moved to her ear and I whispered:
“Part of me wants to guide you forward until you’re perfectly positioned for me to fuck you from behind, but there’s one thing I want more, first…”
I lifted her off me – moving her to my side, sitting next to me on the sofa. Immediately I missed the weight & warmth of her body… Still, by standing I could easily push down my jeans & boxer-briefs – finally joining her in exposure.
Turning immediately back to Janice? My attention was utterly devoted to her – completely exposed and sitting in front of me. Her hair was free, if slightly unkempt from our prior play. The curves of her breasts called to me, almost begging for my attention with their subtle softness. The yielding firmness of her thighs beckoned me, too – as did her tight little pussy. I wanted all of her, and based on the amused-yet-pleased smile presently gracing her lips? Those wants felt mutual.
Her confidence, and sexuality, were both at their peak. I knew she didn’t lack for faith in herself, but a musing part of me wondered if her confidence surged in the rarely spoken knowledge of how she appeared to me. The beauty, desirability, longing, and lust she so effortlessly embodied in my eyes…
I leaned down towards her, brushing away errant strands of her hair as I kissed her passionately. She returned my kiss with matched energies, and I felt all semblance of thought slipping from my mind. It felt like the want and yearning that had been building in me as I explored her body was overflowing.
One of my arms briefly encircled her, pulling her closer to the sofa’s edge as we continued making out. When my lips finally left hers, though, I quickly fell to my knees in front of her.
Her legs were only slightly parted, but as my hands found their way underneath both her thighs? They spread wider for me, eager for the slightest of guidance. My hands gripped her thighs from beneath/behind, pulling her closer still to the sofa’s edge.
As much as I wanted to bury my face between her legs, happily lapping her cunt in that very instant? Another part of me thought better – beginning with a slower, more tempered instinct by lightly kissing my way from her navel down her lower-stomach. My lips continued, pressing fleetingly against the warm flesh of her inner, right thigh before crossing over to her left.
I could smell her scent… Something that pulled at my heartstrings, my mind, and my most carnal instincts. I was desperate to taste her, if still barely resisting the urge.
And then Janice moaned again – something of a soft, almost pleading sound – leading me to glance up to her. She was watching me in rapt attention as I kissed her thighs (and now met her gaze). From this angle I could perfectly appreciate the rise and fall of her breasts with each deep, steady inhale/exhale of breath.
I couldn’t wait any longer.
My lips left her inner thighs, only for my tongue to begin tracing her outer lips. There was something of a slight, very restrained, tremor through her core as I did. A seemingly involuntary reaction to a needed progression that led me to continue further still: my tongue barely delving deeper, just venturing inside her.
The taste of her wetness? Words like sweet, salty, and slightly acidic come to mind… Difficult to describe, but a taste that left me invariably hungering for more.
I continued trailing her pussy’s lips with my tongue, but my hands (which had still been gripping her thighs from behind) took the opportunity of her hips lifting to transition to her bum. I didn’t so much ‘caress’ or ‘fondle’ her ass as firmly grip & grope it while I lovingly licked her. And as one of her hands came to rest on the back of my head, not holding me in place but, rather, encouraging my endeavors? I felt all the more intoxicated – lost to a heady sense of her wanting my attentions.
My hands – somewhat unwillingly – soon abandoned their positions on her buttocks, though. With my right hand I’d begun fingering her (slowly but indulgently using a pair of fingers). My left hand, though, had spread her upper lips — fully exposing her clit for my tongue to encircle & tease.
I could feel her body seemingly melting into the sofa as she lost herself to my attentions. She’d leaned back as far as she could, but her hips kept lifting (and her back kept arching) as my growing explorations of her clit progressed…
My fingers inside her were arching slightly, their pace more restrained and slowed – lingering inside her with marginal movements. But my tongue was lightly teasing her clit, my lips occasionally falling to it to briefly kiss or suck on it. This seemed to be most precisely what she yearned for as, again, her thighs locked me into place (this time my head instead of my hand). Her fingers even played with my hair as she did.
I lavished her clit with attention, hearing myself moaning as I did in something of a mutual desperation for Janice’s climax… My fingers inside her could barely move as she tightened around them. Knowing she was finally approaching orgasm, I redoubled my attentions to her clit – long, lingering licks trailing and teasing with devoted care.
Eventually? Her thighs released their grip on my head, and her fingers slowed in their efforts with my hair. I pulled back for a moment, simply catching my breath and admiring Janice in her post-orgasmic afterglow… As I stood my left hand instinctively fell to my cock, stroking slowly as I admired her laying before me – exposed in all her gorgeous, lust-evoking glory. A more rapid pace was tempting, but… In the aftermath of so much exploration of Janice’s body? I worried how quickly I might just reach my own peak, cumming over & on her body… It seemed safer to favor restraint, at least until I was inside her.
Janice looked slightly spent, but was watching me – stroking myself while standing over her, admiring her body. Her eyes in that moment were less warm & welcoming and more darkly alluring, holding all that I was in her gaze. They were exponentially more expressive, and conveyed a piqued passion of nuanced hungers & insatiable wants that – for a rare moment – had a singular direction to them.
“I love you, Janice…”
True though the words were, I couldn’t help but feel incredibly exposed in giving them voice. More exposed, certainly, than the many actions that had led to this moment. But her smile in response was too genuine and…well, perfect, to be anything but validating.
“I love you, too…”
It surprised me to hear her mimic my declaration, but also enthralled me. Still – surprised and enthralled though I was, there was an overwhelming need that held me in its grip.
“But I also… I need you. Now, and desperately.”
She chuckled, softly, in response to that – a response that might have felt diminishing if her eyes didn’t reflect an absolute understanding & acceptance of what it was that I needed from her. There was no teasing smirk gracing her lips now. Rather, it was a confident, enamored smile which had taken hold.
My seven-inch cock had been ready & fully-erect for some time now… I was throbbing with want for her, the head of my member coated with silvery-white precum. I was desperate for release… Janice’s legs were still spread, splayed open – her pussy almost inviting me to enter her. I grabbed both her thighs, pulling her towards me in a sudden (if expected) movement. I guided her legs over my shoulders, keeping her thighs almost together as I positioned the head of my cock against the entrance of her pussy… Pressing the head of my member against her wet lips, grinding it against her as I spoke:
“Tell me you want it, Janice…”
It wasn’t a power move, but purely a desire to hear her articulate her want for me. Her want for me to fill her, to fuck her… A desire she eagerly accommodated:
“I want you to fuck me…”
Her voice was deeper, throaty & tempting – and her words were everything I wanted. She was everything I needed.
With a single, slow-yet-forceful thrust? I was inside her. My pace was tantalizing and teasingly slow – but between the tightness of her pussy and the position of her legs (ankles still hanging over my shoulders)? Every thrust inside her was a fresh, gripping paradise.
I let her left leg fall from my right shoulder, quickly gripping her thigh in my right hand – pushing her further back into the sofa as I climbed on top of her. In this position, holding her down? My pace rapidly grew. Her hair was spread out around her, with locks of hair occasionally moving/flying with each fresh thrust inside her. The sounds she made (sweet, throaty moans and rare, deeper grunts) pulled me to her in the most primal sense possible. Her sounds of pleasure at my attentions never failed to stimulate me.
Her eyes, ever dark and smoldering, were watching me as I continually thrust inside her – my own eyes gazing back at her body with unrestrained want. I want to believe her eyes gleamed in appreciation of my desire for her. One of her hands pressed against my chest – not slowing my pace or stopping me, but seemingly simply relishing the connection as I entered her.
I’d already marveled at her beauty endlessly, but… In this moment? Her body felt like perfection in my eyes. Again: I had thoughts of her being akin to my own personal Aphrodite.
My right hand traveled to her ass – squeezing it increasingly roughly with each fresh thrust inside her. My left hand reached to her pussy, my thumb teasing her clit as she continued to writhe beneath me.
Her voice was sultry & teasing as she asked:
“Is this what you wanted?”
Her body, exposed beneath me – my climax quickly approaching as I fucked her: the object of my fantasies. It was what I’d wanted, but only part of it.
“You’re what I wanted…for a long time.”
Words were becoming increasingly difficult to conceive of – my pace of fucking Janice was frantic at this point. And as the gravity of orgasmic bliss became an inescapable well? I pulled out of her warmth, stroking myself to completion while barely grunting the words:
“I’m gonna cum…”
Seconds after those words? The first thick, ropey strands of cum were landing on Janice’s stomach. I was surprised by how quickly she placed her hands over my own, taking over and finishing draining the depleting cum from my now-deflating member. When she finally stopped stroking me, she laughed softly.
“Not quite the evening I’d originally imagined. Not that I regret it…”
I leaned down to her – almost falling into her body as her arms wrapped around me. Our lips met, again, in a passionate kiss. When it broke? My lips fell to her neck – nuzzling and kissing her there as we snuggled in a mutual, post-orgasmic bliss.
There was a flood of questions that should have come to me, but the chaotic world of uncertainty and inquiries felt outside our shared moment by that point. There was, really, only one question that still demanded answer in my mind.
“Janice…?”
She made a soft, restrained sound of inquiry in response – seemingly too lost to the moment to speak.
“Am I staying here, with you, tonight?”
Her head nuzzled my shoulder before asking in reply:
“Is that what you want?”
“It’s what I’ve wanted most nights, for a long time.”
She didn’t answer with words initially. Instead? She made something of a purring sound of affirmation before pulling slightly back, leaning towards my lips, and kissing me.
We gathered our clothes, walked to her bedroom, cleaned up briefly, and crawled into bed together. She fell asleep in my arms, with my fingers casually, lovingly playing with her hair. It wasn’t long before sleep took me, too.