Clara and Mark
Prologue : The Pact
A story told over a thousand times, in a thousand different ways. Like any other best friends from opposing sexes, Clara and Mark led their own lives. She was a beautiful brunette, 5’4, slim but overtly sexual. Clara attributes this to her perky D cup pair that always seem to be gorging out of any top she puts on. It doesn’t help that her hair was always tied back, the same way you’d expect any partner giving you oral to do it. Mark was a tall 6’2, muscular and lean. He was the sexy alpha male girls were dying to prance around. They’d been friends for the past twenty years. Best friends. They cried together, they spent time abroad together, they laughed and they learned life together.
They also made a pact when they were nineteen and about to leave for college. Clara’s family was about to move to Tokyo, Japan. Mark was destined to live in New York City. Out of sheer stupidity, or fortune as we will see soon, they promised to have sex with each other if they ever live in the same cities thrice. As luck will have it, they shared a dorm in Tokyo, a two-bedroom apartment in Hamburg and a slightly larger room in London.
One evening whilst strolling down a nameless alley in central London, if there ever is such a thing, Mark said to Clara, “C, remember the pact we made way back?”
“Yes I do! I was hoping you wouldn’t bring that up.”, Clara responded. Shy, yet eager. “We were too young.”
“I know, I know. I was just thinking of all the things I have done over the past decade, and I did a lot, don’t get me wrong. My bucket list is good C. But you’ve always been on it.”, Mark replied, pulling out a piece of paper from his down-trodden wallet. Clara knew it was his bucket list. Crumbled indeed, but the yellow paper reeked of a young man’s to-do list. She read it.
“Climb Everest, Spend a year in Japan, Sit across from the Big Ben every morning.” The list went on and on. The last item was “Keep my promise to C.” “C”. She loves it when he calls her that. It made her feel special. Platonic. But special.
“Come now Mark, you can’t be serious”, she was getting embarrassed. Mark looked at her in the eyes in a way he hasn’t before. He smirked a little. It melted her heart. Clara had fallen for Mark countless of times before, but they never amounted to anything. As with many things in life, time got in the way. Family got in the way. Money got in the way. He was the love lost, but they’ve always remained good friends. Of course, being a man he is, Mark failed to pick up on the veiled romance. He turned around and headed down the alley with Clara right behind. She knew he was disappointed.
“Mark, hang on!”, she ran after him and grabbed his arm. Her fingers clenched on his perfectly defined right tricep. He flinched. She sweated. “Okay Mark.”, she said. “Okay?”.
“Okay, I will do it. After all, who am I to spoil your bucket list.”, Clara grinned. “True C, my bucket list.”, he laughed. Wow, he thought to himself. He was merely joking, but it worked. She hurried home that evening, while Mark was staring at the lovely brunette he had known for a third of his life. They agreed to meet at his place this coming Saturday. To keep things less “romantic”, as Clara insisted, they should keep their pact in the morning. “Nighttime just seems so sensual.”, she explained to him earlier.
Chapter 1 : The List’s Last Item
She knocked on her door. He did well for himself, she thought. In front of the tube, beautiful apartment building, great elevator, great doors, she was finding things to fill up her mind. Mark answered, wearing a tight pair of jeans with no shirt on. Clara was wearing a short maroon red skirt. She was wearing a buttoned white blouse with nothing underneath. They both secretly admitted; they were flirting.
“Come in.”, Mark invited our effervescent Clara. She hopped in the door, giddy yet shy. They shared a couple of glasses of wine. They shared anecdotes of their lives from the past decade. The things that happened that led to this moment. She had spilled some water on her top. Her veil-like blouse embraced the shape of her pink nipples. She could see a bulge growing in his tightly fitted pair of jeans. She did it intentionally. From the sound of her ‘oops’, he knew that too.
Mark stood up and held his palm, opened to hers. It was a come hither beckon. She stood up and took his hand. Mark walked Clara to his bedroom. “Please stand still Clara.”, this was the first time he called her by her actual name. He took out a piece of cloth; a long, white cotton scarf. He gently tied it over her head, covering her eyes. She had her hair up in a bun.
“Mark, what are you doing?”, she whispered. She knew what he was doing. He knew, she knew. He moved his had to her neck and then her cheeks. He laid his lips on hers. They kissed. It was gentle at first. He felt their interlocking, wet lips and smiled. Soon, he inserted his tongue into her mouth and swirled it around. He caressed her tongue with his, pressing it against her sweet tongue back and forth. His left had moved down to her blouse’s buttons and started undoing them one by one.
Mark slowly removed Clara’s now unbuttoned top. The motion revealed the most beautiful pair of breasts he had ever seen. More than a handful, they stood erect and facing him directly. Her smooth and soft skin was all the more glowing around her nipples. Her pink budding nipples. They were gaining in length when he gently, but intentionally, grazed them with his hands. Mark stopped kissing Clara. She knew what was coming next. His puckered lips enveloped her pink buds and he hissed a gentle sucking sound as he proceeded to create a vacuum around her nipples. The action slowly caused her buds to swell into an even redder pink.
“Ohh, oooh, oooh….”, she panted. She moaned. Her butt cheeks clenched. Her panties wet.
Mark lowered her short skirt. Clara trembled as her firm cheeks felt air for the first time in his apartment. He smiled at her black-laced underwear. He could see through it. He could see her pink lips yearning his kiss. Sliding off the underwear, Clara was now completely naked.
“Clara, you’re dripping”, he explained to our blind-folded protagonist. “I know Mark. I know.”, she replied.
“Mark, I want to feel you inside of me.”, she begged. Mark unzipped and kicked off his jeans. He removed his boxers and stood upright in front of her. The tip of his erect cock prodding her clean-shaven sex.
“Ummm, I felt…I felt that Mark. Please, I need you.”, he knew what she meant.
Mark lowered her onto his bed in one motion and removed her blind-fold. He looked into her eyes as she looked back. They were going to make love, but their eyes were already leading. “Mark, I’ve always…”, she whispered. “I know Clara. Me too.”, he reaffirmed his feelings to her.
“Ahhh, ahhhhh, ummmm…..”, she drew a long panting moan. Mark slowly inserted his erect, 8 inches member into Clara’s slick slit. Her pulsing lips enveloping his massive shaft. “Mark, it feels so good.”, she exclaimed softly. “All the way…”, she begged.
Mark was gentle but aggressive. Clara responded with a smile. Soon, his full shaft was in her. He felt her walls vibrating. He felt her sweat on his nose. He felt her juice on his testicles, running down his legs. She was very moist, to the point where the motions were effortless. He gently rocked in and out of her, each time that he did she smiled and squinted her eyes.
Her legs wrapped around his body. His hands pressed down on her wrists, locking her arms above her head.
She liked it rough. He was getting rougher. She liked it.
Soon, he was fervently thrusting his cock into her gaping pussy. Clara bit her lower lips in ecstasy. She could feel his grip tightening. She could feel her pussy clenched. Mark had steered away his gaze and lowered his head to her right breasts and started nibbling on the now red nipple. He was sucking on it violently. She let out a loud moan. A loud cry, to be exact. She was in mild pain, but she loved it. She loved this dark side of hers, and of him.
“Fuck me…”, she whispered into his ears. As if the colloquial term was a permission to instigate rough sex, he took it as gospel. Mark tightened his grip and nibbled her nipple harder. She screamed.
He moved in fully and moved out fully. The tip of his stiff cock going all the way. He was making passionate love to her. Their synergy created a flapping sound every time their skin met. Their wet, sweaty skin. Her breasts bounced up and down in his mouth as he struggled to retain the nipples in his lips.
She screamed. “Yesss…. Mark….. yessss…..oooooh”.
He came in her. She came at the same time. Their orgasms synchronized and for the first time in their lives, both man and woman felt their orgasmic waves in synchronicity. As she pulsated, he released a shot of cum into her pussy. As he released his ejaculate, he felt her pussy walls clenching in a rhythmic beat. Her juice and his cum mixed on the drenched bed sheet and all over their legs.
“Clara, I have another bucket list made especially about you.”, he revealed.
She smiled.
“I have one of you too.”.
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