[MF] Our long-distance friendship led to anticipation and intimacy | 2016

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We were both about 19 at the time. I had long wavy reddish-brown hair that reached most of the way down my back, full hips with a comparatively thin waist, and breasts that just barely fit a B cup - a perfect handful. It was the end of summer, so I had a smattering of freckles over my nose, chest and arms, and my eyes are a fairly distinct green.

Lucas was a couple inches taller than me - 5”9, versus my 5”6. He was somewhat lanky (but not the awkward kind), and had just enough muscle to bring definition. Light brown hair just long enough to grab, and dark brown eyes.

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Lucas and I met in an unusual way – in fact, we didn't actually really meet until a year after we first started talking. My best friend had moved across the country, and through our closeness I made friends with her new group. She put me in contact with some of them, and thus began a long-term online friendship with Lucas. We texted, called, and chatted online for a year before I finally flew out to visit my friend, and she introduced me to Lucas in person. Though I knew what he looked like, it was such a strange feeling seeing him before me for the first time. That meeting was nothing incidental – we weren't wildly attracted to each other and we didn't even talk much during my two-week visit. But it set into motion an even deeper friendship when I returned to my side of the country. We forged a bond unlike anything else I've experienced, and there wasn't a day we didn't talk to each other. We opened up wholly and had no inhibitions when it came to sharing with one another. Eventually, we began to tease each other, exchanging photos, video clips, and breathy skype conversations. I didn't see Lucas again for three more years, but our friendship (and the teasing!) never waned.

The second time I ever saw him was when his group toured to perform across the country. He was in a city only a 4 hour drive from my home, and we had planned to spend the weekend together. I approached from behind as he was waiting for me: I was glad he hadn't seen me yet. I was worried that it would be awkward because of the physical distance between us, and I was nervous to see him again. I paused under a tree several meters away, but he must have heard my footsteps. He turned around, saw me, and called my name as I ran to hug him. He grabbed his backpack and we headed back to my hotel room.

We started by discussing our respective trips – his bus ride had been long and frustrating: my car ride had been lonely and boring. Before settling in for the night, we changed into pajamas – me in a light shirt and spandex shorts, and him wearing plaid pajama pants and a cotton tee.

We sat on the bed talking about things that we'd discussed over the years, and somehow it came up that he still owed me a full-body massage, which I'd won in a bet. He offered to make good on his promise, and so it began.

He started at my shoulders, as most massages begin. I was laying face down on the bed and he was straddling my waist, essentially sitting on my ass. My bra straps were getting uncomfortable, so I reached under my shirt to undo my bra. He slowly worked his way down my back. When he got to the dimples at the base of the spine, I could feel him losing concentration. His fingers wandered under my shirt. “May I?” he asked. I nodded, giving him permission to tug off my shirt. I threw my bra onto the floor as well. It didn't take long for his fingers to tease the waistband of my shorts, yet he was able to regain composure and continue. He kneaded my ass cheeks for a long time, though it was clear he wasn't thinking about the massage.

By this point I was definitely into it, and I wiggled my hips a tiny bit, feeling the moisture seep through my panties. I could hear him suppress a moan. A massage is a sure-fire way of getting me slowly worked up, and this all felt fucking amazing. We both dropped the pretence of a massage as he slowly pulled my shorts off, and I lifted my pelvis to ease the process. Lucas ran his fingers under the band of my turquoise underwear while I squirmed once again. He half-heartedly massaged down the backs of my thighs and calves (I was promised full-body!), but it didn't take long until he returned to massage my ass. This idea had been the perfect way to break the ice, and I was hungry for more. I turned over beneath him and pulled him up to kiss me.

We paused as I reached to slide his shirt up and off, and he moved his hands to my waist to gently stroke my skin where I've always been most ticklish. This time the tickling only furthered my arousal, causing me to arch my back and gasp. Our shyness was quickly giving way to the years of intimacy we had shared over the distance, and all those conversations whirled around subconsciously. We already knew how to please each other! It seemed like every touch turned me on more. He trailed his lips down my body, his kisses leaving goosebumps in their wake. Again he hooked his fingers in my underwear, and he looked up to make eye contact as he slowly pulled them down my legs. I smiled with contentment when he lowered his head to my pussy. I've always been quick to orgasm, and he was already learning to read my body like a pro. It didn't take long until I was quivering under his tongue as I came.

Mission accomplished, he stood at the foot of the bed while I took over rubbing my clit in slow circles. I watched him cross the room with his tented pajamas leading the way. He grabbed a condom from his bag. He pushed his boxers and pajamas down in one motion, causing his perfect 5” cock to spring up. He grinned at me before kneeling between my legs, stopping to roll on the condom, and getting distracted by the motion of my fingers on my clit. I could see the lust in his eyes as he smirked at me and groaned,

“Fuck, that's hot.”

With renewed passion he leaned over me for a deep kiss, supporting himself with one hand as he cupped a breast with the other. He slowly nuzzled down my jaw, his hot breath and soft lips against my neck driving me crazy. At the same time he moved his hand further down to replace mine. I was soaked, and totally ready for him to fuck me.

I was clinging to him with one hand dug into his back and the other gripping his hair, trying to get as close as possible. He overwhelmed my senses. (I know women are supposed to be better at multitasking, but I felt like I was losing sanity with the sensations on my neck and my pussy happening at the same time.)

I whispered his name with a gasp, and without saying a word he brought the head of his cock to my slit. It was my turn to bury my face in his neck as he teased me, and I reached down to grip his ass and pull him into me.

Lucas was the perfect fit, and his cock hit all the right places.

I held him still as I took a deep breath, then nipped his neck lightly before letting him move again.

We started out slow and sensual in missionary, but as the night went on we branched out - after all, we only had one weekend together. We had to make it count!

He bent me over the desk and fucked me from behind, which had always been a fantasy of his. I knelt on the edge of the bed as we tried doggy. He flipped me onto my back and scooped my legs over his shoulders.

I distinctly remember when we worked up a sweat and it beaded off his forehead - a drop landed in my mouth, and it was so unexpectedly hot. The salt, the musk, and a strange closeness.

I have no idea how he lasted so long, though I'm not sure how long it actually was. (He tried explaining that it was too sexy for him to cum - that the years of build up had created so much anticipation that it was hard to process. It doesn't make sense to me and what I know, but I don't have a penis and he does.)

Finally, when my pussy was almost too raw to continue, I got on my knees in front of him. I blew him until he was close, then he took the last few strokes while I opened my mouth in anticipation. I swallowed his load and gently licked his cock clean, then stood up to kiss him. Running my hands through his damp hair reminded me of the sheen of sweat drying on my own skin, and I knew I couldn't sleep like that.

“Wanna shower before bed?” I asked as I pulled away from the embrace. He was already following me.

We hopped in the shower, and there began one of the most intimate experiences of my life. Still coming down from our first sexual adventure, neither of us were intent on a second round so soon. There was a mutual understanding, a perfect compatibility. Instead, we gently washed each other and reveled in the nearness. Steam filled the air. I washed my hair while Lucas lathered up my body, and then we switched roles. His cock stirred to life and bobbed softly against my ass, but even that was comfortable rather than erotic. We kissed as we rinsed off and I tried to touch every inch of his body.

We toweled off. He pulled his boxers back on and went to remake the bed while I applied lotion. I couldn't help but smile when I exited the bathroom and saw him getting in bed. Likewise, he grinned as I walked naked across the room in the soft lamplight. It felt so right to be together like this. He scooted over, wrapped an arm around me, and we dozed against each other for a time… until his hands on my bare skin woke something in me, and we started round two!