It was the day after her aunt died.
My friend came up to me and was absolutely beside herself. The pain of loss was still fresh on her face and in her heart, and a tear rolled down her beautiful face, followed by more tears as she was reminded of the sting of death and the permanent effect it had. As she began to uncontrollably sob in the back of the church sanctuary, she leaned on my shoulder. I carefully put an arm around her, not too soft but not too firm either. The touch of another human made me feel warm, but there were boundaries to be followed and observed here.
“I’ll never see her or hear her voice again” she wailed as her tears began to soke her shirt. I whispered words of encouragement and we agreed that she was in a better place now, free of pain and suffering and free of the trouble she had encountered on the Earth.
As the tears continued, I truly felt for my friend. I had thought that she hated me for the longest time, for she would become cold and distant whenever we were around our common friends. But now she was here in the moment, relying on me to hear her sorrows and concerns. We sat there for an hour, alone in the church sanctuary with no one else in the building, and she told me stories about her and her aunt. The story about how she would cut the sandwiches a certain way when she was young, how she always knew how to sew her saaris the right way, even her favorite Desi comedies. There was a lot of culture behind this girl and her family, but especially her aunt. That culture was to be appreciated and maybe even taken part in at a later time.
But for now I was focused on her and her emotions and thoughts. Her beautiful black hair fell on her face like straw in a barn and the tears had shortened up now. Her beauty was elegant and I had yearned to be in a relationship with her and see the world, but it wasn’t going to happen. I gave myself a mental slap in the face as I tried to clear my head and focus back in on the girl who was currently using me as a literal shoulder to cry on.
“Thank you” she said as she sat up again. “You know what? I’ve always liked you”. She said that second part with a bit of a smirk and I had to stop and wonder if she was telling the truth. The earnest eyes told me she was telling the truth.
She went on to tell me how I wasn’t like the other guys in our friend group and was smarter, funnier, and in some ways even better looking. She appreciated me as a friend. This gave me a chance to share my feelings back. We both smiled a bit awkwardly as we gazed into each other’s eyes.
Our lips locked. The taste of strawberries was sweet on her lips and I wanted more with each kiss. Soon we were Frenching, and the succulent aroma of strawberry grew in the room. It was like the world had stopped, and I was here for it. My best fantasy was coming true and I certainly wasn’t going to let go of it now.
I pulled off her sweatshirt and found out she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her breasts were wonderfully evenly shaped, and I began to suck her nipples as she began to moan and hold my face against her tits so that I had no way out. I kept going, not wanting to come up to breathe even. This was so fucking hot I wanted to keep going.
Her pants came off next, revealing a black lace thong that I spun her around in for a little bit, smacking her ass and turning the brown skin a dark red. She moaned and chuckled with each slap in pure ecstasy, and then said she wanted more.
As I slipped off her panties I was greeted by one of the biggest bushes I’ve ever seen. I laid back on the floor and allowed her to sit on my face, and then I went to town. I started slow and she moaned lightly, then the deeper I went the harder she wailed. Damn, she was one of the loudest girls I’d ever fucked in my life time. She grabbed the back of my head and held me up to her pussy lips as she came, her cum squirting out all over my face and into my mouth. Fuck it was hot.
I would have been content to continue there, but she had other ideas. She backed up a bit and then undressed me at the bottom so that my cock stuck out like a mast on a ship. I knew what was coming next, as her mouth went down and began to deep throat my cock in short quick bursts. Occasionally she would let her head come to rest on my cock a bit, gargling out spit to use as lube for herself. As I dribbled the first bits of precum out of my cock, I heard a farily audible “Mmmm” so I knew she was enjoying it.
She hit the sweet spot and I began to tense up, knowing what was coming next. She sensed this and began sucking harder and faster. I wanted to hold on and enjoy the moment, but I couldn’t. I came hard and in multiple bursts. She swallowed each one into that sweet strawberry mouth of hers, not a drop left for anyone.
We took a while to just lay there in each other’s arms before cleaning up the mess she left behind from her orgasm and then exchanging our numbers. It was two in the morning when we finally left the building, and I was shocked a ghost hadn’t made an appearance.
That wouldn’t be the last time we met. As a matter of fact we would soon meet and go all the way, causing an unplanned pregnancy in the process. But that’s another story for another day.
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