Two friends hanging out [MF] [voy]

Delia had asked Jacob over plenty of times in the past. Friends since university, there were no secrets between the two, except one. Jacob had recently realised he was falling in love with Delia. Or, was it lust? He’d told himself so in an effort to thwart fantasies of her. There was always chemistry between them at uni but timing was a problem, as the other would always be in a relationship. Over the years, they seemed to have accepted that being close friends was good enough. Plus, Jacob had been genuinely pleased for Delia to marry Mr.Wonderful last year. As had happened a couple of times in the past, she’d taken advantage of her husband being out of town to give them an opportunity to catch up. They only lived ten minutes away from each other but it wasn’t always easy to meet. Life got in the way.

Delia opened the door and gave Jacob a tight hug and a kiss on each cheek. Another man might have considered the kisses tender but Jacob was concentrating on being a good friend. His resolve was tested in seconds as Delia told him to follow her to the kitchen allowing him to take in the beautiful sight of her ass in tight and very short denim shorts. He immediately pulled his gaze up and away from her ass but flashes of her supple buttcheeks squeezing out of her shorts kept repeating in his mind as he tried to look around the modest flat. He was off to a bad start. Delia welcomed Jacob’s offer of assistance in the kitchen. As he helped her cut, chop and clean she had to occasionally manoeuvre him out of the way by placing two hands on his hips. It was difficult for him to not feel a spark of excitement every time she did it. However each time that spark arose Delia would say something or do something which made him remember why he valued her friendship so highly. Whether remembering minor details from his life or the friendly and useful way she corrected his chopping technique.

Dinner was served in the compact kitchen. They chatted about life, love, stupid people, art, friends, space, history, rude people, shared stories, embarrassments and university days. The conversation flowed as easily as the wine. And Jacob was feeling proud of himself for not fantasising about Delia at dinner. Though, he couldn’t say the same of dessert. Delia had placed the dessert in the fridge, at the bottom, at the back. So when she opened the door and bent over her ass was proudly on display right in front of Jacob. He really wanted her to hurry and find the puddings. He didn’t want to have to fight his urges. However, he was only a simple male and the temptation of a beautiful ass so close to his face was too much. He turned his head to see those tight, tight shorts riding Delia like she was a thoroughbred horse. Time stood still as he noticed the suggestion of one of Delia’s pussy lips being squashed between denim and thigh. It was completely bald, she must have waxed recently.

And these were the thoughts which occupied Jacob’s mind for the next five minutes until Delia made a joke about his monosyllabic responses. He forced himself to return to conversing. He asked about her husband. Jacob listened as Delia detailed the disappointment of married life. She thought it was going to be different. Jacob told her how envious he was that she had someone to support her throughout her life. Delia smiled appreciatively at Jacob’s attempt to make her feel better. She suggested they move to the sofa. They opened another bottle of wine.

They started to watch a movie, the lights in the living room were off but the light from the kitchen was illuminating the sofa. Jacob managed to focus on the movie as it was one of his favourites. The film passed without incident until half-way through when Delia changed her position so she was sat up with her legs wide apart. One knee sideways and down, the other vertical. In a quieter moment of the movie Jacob turned to Delia and smiled, she smiled back. Jacob immediately understood what he could potentially see. He returned his view to the movie but his thoughts were still on the hint of pussy lip he caught. Did she know? Was she teasing him? He doubted it. She’d always been relaxed around him, it just appears today she forgot to wear underwear.

Jacob tried to move on, tried to focus on the film again. But it was a struggle not helped by his penis starting to swell. Delia squeezed herself up against Jacob and leaned her head against his shoulder. She interlocked her arms tightly with his and held it against her breast. Jacob was worried about Delia seeing his excitement through his jeans. Every minute was torture for Jacob as the angel and devil on his shoulder had a screaming match. He spent the rest of the film looking tormented. After the movie, he rushed to the toilet. He stood in the toilet and took some deep breaths. After a minute or so of calming down he used the loo. He was not surprised by the sight of his still partially engorged dick.

When Jacob returned to the living room Delia had opened another bottle of wine. She started talking about something frivolous and humorous. Jacob welcomed the distraction and engaged her in ludicrous conversation about something unimportant. It was easy and fun, Jacob enjoyed it a lot as did Delia. At several points throughout the conversation their mouths were hurting from smiling so much. After an hour disappeared Jacob took a glance at his watch and felt it was time for him to leave. Delia said he should stay there for the night in the spare room therefore they could talk more. He agrees. They drank a little more and chatted a little more. They spent a large amount of time talking about living for now, Jacob understood and liked the idea but Delia seemed to want to realise it soon. She felt like she either lived in the past or the future but not the now. Failing to reach a satisfying conclusion on how to live for now they decided it was time to go to sleep.

Delia tipsily led Jacob to the spare room, he went in while she went to her room next door. There were no sheets on Jacob’s bed, he didn’t care for the time being and flopped down on the bed. He spent a moment thinking about what he was doing. With a deep breath he got up and staggered to Delia’s closed door, he knocked and loudly said there were no sheets on his bed. Delia apologised and said she will bring some. Jacob went back to the room and waited. He heard Delia coming and didn’t know where to look as she walked through the door in her short negligée. She hurriedly began putting the sheet on, Jacob helped her though he wasn’t much help as he noticed her negligee fall away from her chest each time she leaned over. He got a view of her lovely cleavage along with hints of nipple through the clingy satin. She seemed more embarrassed about forgetting the bedding than about what she was wearing. They got the bedsheets on finally. Jacob thanked Delia who still felt stupid about forgetting them. Jacob doesn’t even consider not looking at Delia’s ass as she leaves the room, her negligee barely covering half of it while her satin panties covered a thin triangle in the middle.

Jacob stripped down to his skimpy briefs, his chubby dick trying to escape. He used the toilet before going to wash his hands in the bathroom he doesn’t bother to close the door. As he finished drying his hands and is about to exit Delia walked in, she stopped abruptly in the doorway and turned to let Jacob squeeze past. Jacob moved slowly and their eyes lingered on each other. Delia said goodnight and leant forward, Jacob reciprocated as they kissed each other on the cheek. Jacob could feel the tiny wrinkles of Delia’s moist lips on his cheeks. He let his hand linger on her waist as he went to turn away. Delia watched him enter his room, he left his door ajar.

Jacob switched off the lights and got into bed, he had a single sheet to cover himself but chose not to use it. He was focusing on the gap in the doorway. He watched with anticipation and then disappointment as Delia’s shadow went past and he heard her go into her room. He didn’t hear her close her door. Lit by moonlight, Jacob lay in his bed, trying not to touch his dick while telling himself to think appropriately. He failed at both tasks. Alternating between a tight almost punishing grip of his cock to light strokes as he went over the events of the night. He rolled over and noticed there was some light outside his door. He thought about the origin of it before sitting up and staring at the track of light. It appeared to be coming from Delia’s room. Jacob got out of bed slowly and quietly. The effects of the wine were still there but he was doing well to control his limbs. He tiptoed to his door, quickly poked his head out to check the source of the light. Delia’s door was open and her light was on. Jacob pondered what to do next. He flattened his body against the wall and began to move towards Delia’s room. All he could hear was his heartbeat.

As he got to Delia’s doorway, he heard something. Was it a squeak of the bed? Snoring? He tried to look through the gap where the door hinges to the frame. All he could see was Delia’s arm. Just then he heard another sound. A short intake of breath. Jacob concentrated on more potential sounds. Shortly afterwards he heard a low moan. Followed by a long groan. Jacob crouched and moved closer to the door opening, he very slowly peeked his head around. He could only see a part of Delia’s body on the bed, her feet. They were facing down, suggesting Delia was lying on her stomach. Assuming she wasn’t able to see the door from that position Jacob continued to move his head closer to the edge of the door until one eye could view all of Delia.

Like a weary traveller discovering Shangri-La Jacob took in the breath-taking beauty of Delia’s body. His gaze moved from her feet up her toned calves to her smooth thighs. Next was a sight he would never forget: Delia’s round and toned buttcheeks, tensing and twitching with pleasure while her fingers manipulated her pussy under her wet satin panties. Jacob could just about see Delia’s face, her eyes closed tight, her brow moving up and down on the waves of stimulation and her mouth wide open. You could mistake her for looking overwhelmed and confused by pleasure. He continued to watch Delia touch herself, every stroke seeming to push the boundaries of her excitement. Delia was starting to pant now. Jacob’s hard dick was sticking out of his skimpy boxers. He was gently stroking it with a few fingers. His eyes widened as he saw Delia’s finger slide over and around her asshole, causing her toes to curl. Jacob went to reach for his dick but he briefly lost his balance making the door creak.

Jacob quickly and silently returned to his room. He hopped into bed but was sure he heard Delia’s door open so he lay perfectly still with his eyes closed. He spent the next few seconds trying to control his breathing. With her chest and face flushed, her panties wet and her nipples hard, an inquisitive Delia was getting closer to Jacob’s door. She was breathing deeply as she stood at the door. She gently pushed it open. She stayed in the doorway, she was studying Jacob’s moonlit body. Tight muscles outlined in chrome, one muscle in particular caught her eye. Its foreskin pulled back tight by the side of his briefs, the straight and tense shaft gleaming in silver. Delia’s breathing was getting louder as Jacob’s dick appeared to be getting harder.

Delia stepped into the room.

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