I was [f]inally able to fuck hi[m]. | 2016

I couldn't spend the night. I tip-toed out of his apartment and walked down the back stairs as the sun broke the horizon. As I climbed into my front seat, a rush of relief washed over me. The sexual tension that had been building for years was finally broken. I lit up a cigarette, turned my key in the ignition and headed home, feeling like I had conquered the world.

Tyler was a fairly good friend of mine. And we had shamelessly flirted with one another since the day we met. But his best friend Kyle was like an older brother to me - and the one who introduced us a couple of years back. Upon Tyler informing him that he wanted to sleep with me, Kyle immediately dismissed the notion - forbidding it ever from happening. I never knew this until Tyler informed me Sunday night. To which I proudly declared the "Fuck what Kyle says" sentiment.

I needed to have him. The tension had been growing stronger with every encounter, and I felt as though I would snap in two if it didn't happen that night. I planned it out perfectly.

Neither of us worked Monday thanks to the holiday. I messaged Tyler around 9pm, asking what his plans for the evening were - hoping he was going out instead of being a homebody. I finally heard from him about an hour later, saying he was going to the bar we both frequented. I had just about given up, but I was elated that I held out and waited for his response. I asked when I should meet him there, but he instead offered the suggestion of me coming to pick him up. I knew right then that no matter what happened that night, I would be bringing him back home. And I wouldn't leave without giving him a proper goodbye.

I left the house and drove across town to his. I was nervous, but I knew I shouldn't be. This was nothing new. I pulled into his driveway and flashed my lights. He came out the front door almost immediately, as if he had been waiting impatiently for my arrival. He climbed into my passenger seat while giving me a greeting of "hey sexy" with that devious smirk spread across his face. I just smiled back, put my car in reverse and we drove off to the bar.

Along the way was a mix of chit-chat, cigarette smoking and singing along, poorly, to the songs playing on the radio. The bar wasn't that far from his house. I parked my car at the far end of the lot, as it was pretty full, and we made our way inside. Our friends were all working, and hooked us up with more than enough booze. The night, though fun, dragged on slowly. We drank, and talked, and danced, and drank more. Our flirting intensified as the night went on. We both knew how it would end. It was just a matter of time.

Our friend Zach was there, and invited both of us to his after party - to which we agreed. Once the bar closed at 2, we climbed back into my car and made our way to the party. After a couple more hours of drinking and partying there, I found myself sitting alone outside on Zach's front porch. It was late. About 430am. I was enjoying my cigarette and moment of silence when I heard the door open behind me. I didn't bother to turn around, the shadow from the bright porch light had shown me exactly who was standing at my back.

"Are you ready to go?" he asked softly.

I didn't even respond with words, just nodded my head and stood up. He put his arm around my waist and walked us back to my car.

"I don't think I can drive," I proclaimed. Though I knew I was fine, I wanted to make sure the night was going to end how I had wanted since messaging him earlier in the evening.

"I'll drive us back to my place and you can sleep in my bed. I'll crash on the floor."

We made our way back to his house. I never took my eyes off of him the whole way home. Once we pulled into his driveway, I unbuckled my seatbelt and opened the door. He waited for me at the front of the car and took my hand. He lead me up his back stairs and opened the door for me.

"After you." He motioned for me to go in. I stepped inside, and he was right behind me, his body pressed up against my back as he reached around to turn on the light switch next to the door frame revealing that we were in his kitchen.

"Would you like any water or anything?"

"No, I'm ready to lay down." I was a little more drunk than I had previously thought, and it didn't really hit until that point. He grabbed my hand and lead me to his bedroom which was already lit by a small table lamp. It was clean, and smelled like him. I could feel my heart start to beat faster. I set my purse down on his dresser and sat at the foot of his bed.

"I'll be right back, I just need to use the restroom quick," he muttered, and walked out of the room.

Here I finally was. Years of tension. Years of flirting. I was finally where I had wanted to be. While he was gone, I removed my t-shirt, and pants, leaving me in just my underwear, bra and a cami. I climbed under the blankets on the far left side of his bed and awaited his return. In he walked, in nothing but boxer briefs; a smile on his face. He was so handsome. I had never seen his body, but it was practically flawless.

He started to gather some blankets and a pillow, and I immediately questioned what he was doing.

"Making a bed."

"But there's plenty of room right here..." I replied as I sat up, the blankets falling from my chest, revealing more than enough cleavage for him. I made eye contact with him, and pulled the blankets covering the empty side of the bed away - practically begging for him to climb in. He did instantly.

"Should I shut the light off?" he asked before settling in.

"It's fine," I replied. I had him next to me now, I didn't want him to move. I snuggled up along side of him, resting my head on his chest, my arm arounds his stomach and my fingers lightly caressing his side. I could feel his heart beat quicken. He let out soft little moans. I turned my head to look up at him, and then it was all over.

He came in for the kiss. Based on how tense our relationship had become, I imagined it would be aggressive. But it wasn't; it was soft. Almost as if he was scared of finally having me. Like I was some untouchable thing he'd never actually have. But here I was. Here we were.

He let his tongue slip between his lips to meet mine. I noticed my own breathing start to intensify as he grabbed the back of my head and moved to my cheek... to my neck... to my chest... I felt almost immobilized. Everything felt so amazing. To finally be with him, having him touch me.. kiss me.. and then I felt his hands move down around my hips. I wrapped my leg over his side and he slipped his hand down further. Teasing me at first he rubbed up along my pussy over my panties.

I squirmed and let out a little moan, and nibbled his bottom lip as he couldn't hold out any longer and pushed the material away. His fingers hit my clit immediately, and I was already so worked up that I shuddered and my hand clenched into his back as I pulled myself tightly up against him.

"Someone's very wet for me..." he snarled into my ear. "Let's see just how wet I can get you..." He forced two fingers into my already quivering pussy, his thumb stayed pressed against my clit. I moaned uncontrollably and loudly. With his free hand he covered my mouth and kept nibbling at my neck. I was completely forced down by him. I wanted to kiss him more, but he was too busy paying attention to my shoulders now and started working his way down to my breasts. He started to finger me faster. Harder. I grew weak against him, mostly dazed as to how amazing it felt. I could feel myself cumming, and he could sense it too and pulled his fingers out of me to focus soley on my clit. It took only seconds before I felt my body tense up and my pussy quiver as I came ever so hard for him. My chest heaved as I gasped for air and looked up at him. His hand didn't move though, and his fingers still toyed with my clit.

"Good girl." he stated. "I want to see more."

Before I could even respond, he started rubbing my clit again, just moments after I had cum. I knew it wouldn't be long before I got off again. It felt so good, but I was so overcome that I couldn't breathe. My whole body was tense. My shoulders locked, my neck stiff, my toes curled. It wasn't long before I came for him again, I could feel a stream of juices flow from my now drenched pussy.

"You're so sexy.." he whispered as he crawled down my side, kissing my chest, my breasts, my stomach. "I need to taste you.. I need to make you cum again. I never want to stop." He slid my panties down and I lifted my hips for him to take them fully off.

My legs over his shoulders, he went down on me. His tongue explored every bit of me. I felt him moan as he started to eat me out. It felt so fucking amazing. I put my hands on the back of his head and shoved his face in harder. He slipped one hand under me, grabbing at my ass. Aggressively. Finally the softness of the moment stopped and the tension caught up to us. The frustration. The years of wanting one another.

"Fuck me. Fuck me now!" I cried out to him. Without hesitation he knelt before me and pulled off his boxer briefs. He held my legs up, my feet over his shoulders as the tip of his cock pressed against my clit. I reached for him, I wanted to feel his cock. I wanted to know what I was working with. What I had been longing for. It was fairly average in length. But it was thick. Probably the thickest cock I've ever had. And I was thrilled. My hand fell away as he pressed into me, slipping that monster inside of my longing pussy.

My eyes rolled instantly. He felt so fucking good. My hips moved along with his as he went deeper into me. Harder into me. Our chemistry was spot on. We both had the perfect rhythm. Everything was in sync. He pounded away at me. I couldn't take my eyes off his face. He was so sexy kneeling before me, thrusting into me. I never wanted it to stop. I could feel myself about to cum again and he must have been able to see it on my face.

"You're going to cum for me again?" he said, shocked. Almost as much as I was at the rapid rate of my orgasms. But he felt too good, I was too aroused, I had wanted this for too long. I couldn't help it. I wanted to cum for him. I wanted to cum for him over and over and over. And I did just then. I rocked my hips into him and swayed them gently up and down until I could feel myself go limp beneath him. It was intense. I felt everything, the juices flow around his rock hard dick.

He stopped and gave me a moment to catch my breath. Came in for another kiss. As I broke away, I knew I wanted things to get much dirtier. I like playing rough.

"Roll onto your back," I told him firmly.

"But I'm not done with you like this," he protested.

"Yes. You are." I glared up at him. I wanted to be in control. I wanted to have his cock my way. "Now." I patted the bed next to me while never breaking eye contact with him. He pulled out of me and obliged. He lay down next to me as I began to sit up.

"Good boy." I mocked his earlier sentiments to show him that he wasn't the only one calling the shots tonight. I wanted to use him just as much as he wanted to use me. I knelt over him, and pulled my cami off; unhooked my bra and let it fall away, exposing my breasts to him for the first time.

"Goddamn..." he lightly whispered and sat up to suck on my tits instantly. One nipple in his mouth, another between his fingers, I could feel myself getting ever more wet than I already was. He knew how to please a girl. Make her feel more amazing than she ever had before. And I wanted to show him just how much I appreciated that.

I pushed him away. He seemed displeased until I started to push myself down toward his cock. I licked up his balls, all the way up the shaft and teased his head with little flutters of my tongue. He grasped the bed sheets. I was driving him crazy. I figured enough was enough and took all of him into my mouth, down my throat. He let out the loudest moan yet and I moaned in response. Nothing turns me on more than pleasing a man.

He had told me multiple times during our friendship that he wasn't the biggest fan of getting head, so I didn't go down on him long, just long enough to give him a little attention and turn myself on a little more. I deep-throated him one last time before taking him out of my mouth and kneeling over him. I lowered my pussy onto him slowly, getting every inch of him inside of me. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as I started to fuck him. This was my favorite position, and I was going to fuck him harder than I had ever fucked anyone.

My hips rocked ferociously, he cried out in pleasure over and over again. Put his hands on my sides and pulled my hips ever harder into him. I shifted my position slightly, moved my legs from kneeling on his side to stretched out in front of me, my feet under his arm pits and my hands resting on each of his knees. I fucked him even harder yet. I could feel his balls smacking up against my ass. He started to thrust back against me too, not letting me do all the work. I let out little moans and cries. It felt even better than before. I wanted to cum again for him, but I wanted to wait to cum with him. My cries got more frequent, more intense as my body was begging to let it cum.

I was about to when all of a sudden he pushed me off of him. I was caught so unexpectedly I didn't now what to do. Before I knew it I felt him flip me over onto my stomach and pulled my hips to his dick to fuck me doggy style. And did he fuck me hard. I begged for it harder. Faster. For him to smack my ass. All of it. He did it all, and I could feel his dick start to quiver deep inside me.

"I'm cumming with you," I cried out to him as I played with my own clit as he fucked me. My pussy started to shutter and I started to cum. Just as I did, he pulled out of me and I felt his warm cum spray over my ass and back as I let out one last, long moan as I orgasmed once more.

I flopped down onto the sheets, needing to catch my breath. He fell right beside me. I looked at him, smiling. He smiled back and took a few breaths before standing to grab a towel. He wiped my back off then laid down. I sat next to him, feeling absolutely fulfilled. He passed out almost instantly. And my work was done.