Crossing the Line
We’ve been dancing around the issue for weeks now. Years, maybe, if you count the ignored sexual tension dancing between us throughout our friendship. The long hugs, sharing chairs, all the times you pulled me onto your lap…
But now we’ve danced closer, we’re playing with fire. Dodging closer then jumping back, hiding behind emojis and sarcasm. After your last picture, I got in my car.
I knock on your door, wearing a long jacket and carrying a bottle of rum for us to drink straight. When you start to ask what I’m doing there, I let my coat fall open to reveal the lingerie beneath. You start to ask another question, but I cut you off with a hand gently across your mouth.
“We have to at least see, right?” I ask as I wrap my arms around your neck and push you toward the wall. “It’s worth a shot.”
I press myself into you until your back is against the wall and look you in the eye before pressing my lips to yours. I can feel you starting to grow hard in your basketball shorts as you hungrily kiss me back. Years of built up desire are released as our tongues tangle together.
You pull back and look me in the eye.
“You sure about this, kid?” you ask.
Instead of answering, I drop my jacket to the floor while looking pointedly at your crotch. Your eyes sweep over me, filling with lust. I reach out and tug up the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head.
You grab my hands and hold them as you lean in to kiss me again. I moan softly into your mouth and press my bra covered tits against you. In response, you start guiding me slowly toward the couch. When the back of my knees hit the soft fabric, you push me down hard. One of your hands is knotted in my hair as the other pulls your shorts down.
I gasp as your hard cock springs free and nearly hits me in the face. The hand you have knotted in my hair tightens and you push my head toward you. My mouth opens obediently; eager to taste your cock.
When my lips wrap around your head, we both moan. I take long, slow licks down the length of your shaft and swirl my tongue around the head while I stroke the base with one hand. My other hand is clumsily trying to take off my bra. When you see what I’m doing, you let go of my hair and rip my bra the rest of the way off.
As you grope my tits I take your cock into my mouth, sliding my lips slowly and torturously down the shaft. You squeeze my nipples hard as I abruptly slam you the rest of the way into my throat.
“Holy shit,” you groan, your eyes closing. I moan around your cock in response, now stroking the base with my hand while I furiously fuck the other half with my mouth. Your hips start rocking to meet each thrust and I begin to squeeze a pulse around the base of your cock. I can feel you leaking precum and I eagerly lick it off of your tip.
We go on like this for a while, you kneading and pinching my tits while I tease and suck your hard dick. I can’t believe how wet sucking my best friend’s dick is making me. I slide a hand into my panties and feel how slick my clit is. The contact makes me moan around your cock again, which in turn makes you groan.
“Don’t stop that,” you say. “Rub your clit for me while I fuck your mouth.”
I’m more than happy to oblige, and I begin gently circling my clit with my finger. Your hands knot in my hair as you fuck my face in earnest, slamming your dick into my throat hard and fast.
“Fuuuck,” I hear you groan. “I’m gonna cum in your mouth.”
You groan loudly as your cock erupts in my mouth, the first spurt of hot cum hitting the back of my throat. I squeeze firmly around the base as I still my mouth, eager to swallow every drop. You cum for what feels like minutes, filling my mouth and throat. Finally you pull away and I swallow your huge load.
“God damn, kid” you say, breathing heavily. “Holy fucking shit.”
I grin up at you coyly, my hair a mess. “You taste good, buddy,” I whisper. I’m leaned back on your couch, still rubbing gentle circles around my clit, my wetness forming a rapidly spreading spot on my underwear. I hold eye contact with you while I play with myself, biting my lip.
“C’mere,” you say, motioning toward the bedroom. I follow obediently and lie down when you point at the bed. You shove my legs apart and rip my panties off, diving into my dripping cunt. I feel you lapping up the wetness around my opening. I shudder as you trace my hole with the tip of your tongue.
Suddenly and without warning, you plunge two fingers inside me and press my clit with your thumb. You begin rubbing my clit as you lean up to kiss me; letting me taste my juices on your tongue. I moan into your mouth as your fingers start massaging my gspot.
My moans grow louder the harder you finger me. I’m thrusting my hips into your hand and my legs are shaking. I meet your eyes and cry out your name as I feel myself getting closer and closer.
“Don’t you dare stop,” I scream, before my words turn into a jumble of cursing and moaning. “God damn it fuck holy shit don’t stop I’m so close.”
The warmth knotting in my core begins to spread as you push me higher and higher, closer to the edge. Finally the wave crests and I cry out, squirting all over your hand. You don’t slow down and I cum again and again, my pussy clenching around your fingers and my juices gushing all over your sheets.
“God, that was hot,” you mutter, stroking your again-hard cock. “But now I really just want to-”
“Fuck me?” I interrupt. “Yes please.”
You grab my legs and pull me toward you, throwing them over your shoulders. I gasp when I feel your cock press against my tight hole. Your eyes meet mine as you plunge inside me, stretching my pussy.
“Oh my god,” I breathe. “Your cock feels so fucking good inside me.”
“You’re so fucking tight,” you groan, pulling out and thrusting into me again and again. “I want to take you from behind.”
I flip onto my knees, arching my back as you enter me again. You grab my hair and pull, eliciting another loud moan from me. Your hand smacks my ass, hard, and I cry out. You start circling my asshole with your finger, making me moan even more.
“Can I fuck your ass?” you ask, your voice husky.
“Good God, yes,” I squeak out while you spank me again.
You squirt some lube on my asshole and press your thumb inside as I push back against it eagerly. I hear you stroking your cock with lube as well, then feel you pressed against my puckered hole. I bury my face in the pillow and relax while you work your way inside my asshole.
Once you’re fully inside me, we both take a moment to adjust. After a few seconds, you slowly start moving, just a few centimeters at a time. I feel so full and filthy with your hard cock buried inside my asshole. You’re fucking me in earnest now, holding my hips tight as you slam into me again and again. I reach back to rub my clit, feeling myself get close again.
Between your dick in my ass and my fingers on my clit, I’m close again in seconds. I hear your grunts grow louder and feel your thrusts get harder and I know you’re about to explode.
“Cum in my tight little asshole,” I moan. “Fill me up.”
That does the trick, and I feel you start to cum into my ass. The feeling of your hot cum spurting into my asshole pushes me over the edge and I come undone again too.
You pull out and collapse next to me on the bed, both of us out of breath. I lay my head on your sweaty chest, still unable to comprehend what has just happened. Something tells me this might change the friendship.