Her Favourite Thing

Panting, and wiping the sweat from their brows, Blaine and Kurt stopped on a narrow flat at the top of a steep climb. They were about halfway to the viewpoint at the top of the mountain, their ultimate end goal. They had been hiking for just over an hour.

Blaine took a generous swig from her water bottle, then offered it to Kurt. He accepted, finding it easier than removing his pack to get his own. He took a drink and passed the bottle back. “Ready?” she asked. He nodded. “Want to lead for the next stretch?” she offered. “Sure,” he agreed readily. He didn’t mention that he had been enjoying watching her tight little ass in her athletic shorts the whole way up so far. In fact, he thought it might have been the main thing driving him forward.

Nonetheless, he took up the lead as they began another steep incline. They had encountered only one or two other people during their entire hike so far. It was a dry, but overcast and muggy. Not the worst conditions for a hike, but not ideal either. It seemed that aside from the two of them, most people had decided on other activities or at least other locations.

He daydreamed about laying out the picnic blanket at the lookout, stripping off their sweat-soaked clothes and fucking under the wide-open sky. But it was only a passing fantasy, conjured up by his overactive hormones. Sure, many Summers ago when their friendship was still relatively fresh, they had dabbled in some pretty saucy sexual exploits together. But it had now been years since the last incident. It felt like a lifetime, and so much had changed for them both since then. In the meantime, they had developed into close friends and confidants, who shared everything and were always there to pick up the pieces when something went wrong. Even good sex couldn’t replace that.

They climbed in silence for another hour, not out of a shortage of topics for conversation but simply because they were breathing too hard as they pulled themselves up the mountain in the stifling hot air. They stopped occasionally to catch their breath and drink some water, but always returned to the hike in short order.

Soon they saw open sky just over the ridge ahead of them. A couple of minutes later they were dropping their packs and breathing a sigh of relief as they looked out over the city in the distance. After resting for a moment, Kurt opened his pack and pulled out the picnic blanket, his water bottle, and a small cooler bag which held sandwiches, apples, and protein bars.

He saw Blaine walking towards him and looked up to see her standing in front of him, her arm outstretched, a beer in her hand. “You know we have to go all the way back down still,” he laughed. “One beer won’t hurt us,” she promised. He took the drink, and Blaine pulled another from her pack.

The beer had warmed considerably since being taken from Blaine’s fridge that morning, but the can still felt cool against their warm skin. Kurt held the can against his forehead and watched Blaine crack hers open. As soon as he heard the refreshing sound of the can opening, he suddenly wanted that beer a lot more than he’d thought. He cracked his open as well. Each smiling, the clinked together the edge of their cans and began to drink.

Blaine turned and stared out at the view. Even partially obscured by clouds it was beautiful. Kurt’s attention was elsewhere. He found his eyes drifting slowly up her small, fit body. They moved up her legs, and past that firm round ass he had admired on the hike. He continued to her white fitted t-shirt which covered her petit torso and her small, perky breasts. As was often the case, she was not wearing a bra. This was made abundantly clear by the shape of her pert nipples pressing against the thin cotton fabric. Her long, golden blonde hair cascaded over her shoulder.

“Hey spaceman, how’s the view up there?” she asked him. His gaze shot upward to find Blaine staring right at him. “Oh, sorry,” he stammered, “daydreaming.” She smiled and took another sip of her beer. They ate and drank in silence for a few minutes. “Thanks for the hike, it’s beautiful up here,” Kurt finally said. “Anytime, it’s one of my favourite things to do,” she replied. Knowing this to be the case, he just smiled and nodded in response.

By the time they had finished their food, a couple other pairs of hikers had also settled in at the lookout and were enjoying the view. Kurt lay down on the blanket and stared up at the sky. Aside from the occasional bird there wasn’t much to see, but he felt relaxed and wanted to digest for a while before beginning their return hike. Soon Blaine joined him, laying shoulder to shoulder on the blanket and staring up in silence. Kurt felt himself almost drifting off when he felt a hand on his chest. His eyes shot open and he saw Blaine leaning over him. “We should head back,” she suggested. He nodded in agreement and they both pulled themselves to their feet. Kurt shook himself awake and folded up the blanket. Soon they were on their way down the hill.

The return hike went much faster, being nearly entirely downhill and with much lighter packs. Soon they were exiting the trailhead and approaching the parking lot where Kurt’s car awaited them. They loaded their packs into the trunk and climbed inside. Kurt started the car and turned up the air conditioning.

They hadn’t been on the road long when they both started to notice it. The day of hard physical activity and sweat had left them each a little ripe. “Can I roll down a window?” Blaine asked. Kurt laughed. “Yeah, that might be for the best,” he agreed. He turned off their air conditioning and rolled their windows down as they pulled onto the highway entrance ramp on their way back to Blaine’s apartment.

“You wanna come in and play some video games?” she asked him as they merged onto the highway. “I dunno,” he replied, “I think maybe I better go home and have a shower.” “I have a shower,” she noted. “And then I will put my sweaty clothes back on?” he asked her incredulously. “I have plenty of big baggy t-shirts I use for nighties,” she told him, “I’m sure one of those will fit. Plus, I have your swim shorts that you forgot here last time we went to the pool in my building.” Kurt shrugged. “Alright then,” he agreed.

Soon they were pulling into the parking garage of her building and riding the elevator up to her floor. They passed the recreation level and he thought back to that day in the pool about a month earlier. He remembered her little yellow bikini and felt his heart speed up. She was just a friend, and she wasn’t even his type, but there was just something about her that got him going.

The elevator slowed to a stop and the doors chimed softly as they slid open. They walked a couple of metres down the hallway to the second door on the left, and Blaine unlocked the door. Once inside, she B-lined for the fridge and pulled out two cold cans of beer. “Beer first, then shower,” she said. “One of my favourite things is a cold beer after a long hike.”

Kurt knew this to be true, too. Often, they would stop at a pub or brewery after their hikes and walks, but in this instance they had not. She passed him one of the beers and they both cracked them open and took a big sip. “I’m going to be feeling that one in my legs tomorrow,” Blaine said. “I’m going to be feeling that one everywhere tomorrow,” Kurt chuckled. “I’ve really got to get back to doing that more often.” “You know I’m always up for it,” she reminded him. He smiled.

Soon they finished their beers and placed their cans on the countertop. “Alright, time for a shower,” Blaine said. She walked to the washroom, stopping short at the doorway. “Coming?” she asked, turning toward Kurt. “Right now?” Kurt asked. “I mean, at the same… while… with you?” “Unless you want to stand there smelling yourself until I’m done,” she laughed. “It’s not like there’s anything we haven’t seen already anyhow, right?” “Right,” he agreed. His heart was racing.

Blaine disappeared into the washroom. Kurt took a moment to gather himself and then walked briskly to the door, which she had left open. When he arrived there, he found her with her arms outstretched, pulling her t-shirt over her head. Her perky little B-cups jiggled slightly as she removed the top and tossed it aside. Her bottoms had already been removed, revealing that much admired ass, and a golden patch of bush, tightly trimmed so as not to obscure the delicate pink folds of her tight pussy.

She paid him no mind and went directly to adjusting the water temperature and turning on the shower. She stepped inside and pulled the glass door shut behind her. Kurt watched her clouded naked outline moving gracefully under the steaming hot water as he quickly disrobed. He felt the blood rushing to his cock but was relieved that it had not sprung up into a full-blown erection. Instead, it merely looked fuller and longer, which he figured couldn’t be a bad thing under the circumstances.

He entered the shower and found Blaine in the process of soaping up. She was nearly entirely covered in suds and her hair was dripping with shampoo. She turned to face him, staring at him expressionlessly as she finished with the soap. He felt awkward and was thoroughly relieved when she passed him the bar and turned to put her head under the streaming water. He began to soap up and watched as waves of soapy water cascaded down her naked body. His cock was getting harder now, pointing almost comically in Blaine’s direction, and seemingly still on its way up.

Blaine passed him back the shower wand without even glancing back at him, and immediately reached for the conditioner. Kurt concluded that she really had invited him to join her out of convenience and had no interest in him physically. They had seen each other, been together, and were very close friends. Maybe she just didn’t think anything of it. It seemed strange, but with her showing no apparent interest in him he didn’t want to risk creating an awkward situation. He rinsed off quickly and exited the shower.

“Towels are just under the sink,” she reminded him. He found one and began drying off. “Shit!” she suddenly exclaimed. “I forgot my backpack in your trunk.” “That’s ok, we can get it before I leave later,” Kurt replied. “No, your shorts are in there,” Blaine told him. “I brought them to give to you because I didn’t know whether we’d be hanging out after.” “That’s ok, I will get my other clothes on and go down and get it,” Kurt offered. “Those clothes reek,” Blaine warned, “just go wait for me and I will go down and grab it once I’m dressed.” “Ok,” Kurt agreed.

He finished drying off, tied the towel around his waist, and left the bathroom. The shower was still running as he found another beer in the fridge, sat down on the couch, and cracked it open. He sat in his damp towel sipping his beer. His cock had returned to its normal flaccid state. He may not have had sex with Blaine, but he still couldn’t complain about how this day had gone. He wondered if he might get one more glimpse of her as she made her way from the bathroom to her bedroom to get dressed.

Soon he heard the shower shut off and the glass door slide open. The cupboard door opened and closed as Blaine got herself a fresh towel. He pictured her drying herself off and turned his head slightly, watching for her to zip across to her room.

A moment later she exited the bathroom, still fully naked. “A nice cold beer after a hot shower, one of my favourite things,” she said as she observed Kurt on the couch. Kurt smiled, and turned to look at her. To his surprise, she was walking straight towards him. She stopped in front of him and reached down, taking the beer from his hand. She took a long sip and passed it back to him, then slowly fell to her knees.

Her hand ran along the towel, caressing his package through the cool, damp bath towel. He felt his cock rapidly rising to full attention now as he looked down into her emerald eyes. “What are you doing?” he asked her. She pulled his towel open and began to rub his erection gently. “Now I’m going to do my favourite thing,” she told him.

She closed her lips tightly around his hard shaft and began to suck him deep and hard. The cold beer made her mouth cool around his hard cock. He was amazed how the feeling of her blowing him felt so familiar after so many years.

Her lips slid slowly upward to the tip of his penis, where she began to lick him in a broad circular motion. She stared up at him. “Is that ok?” she asked. “Yes, that’s very ok,” he replied breathlessly.

She returned to sucking him, alternating between gentle, delicate caresses and something akin to trying to suck fuel out of a gas tank with a garden hose. Kurt thought if he didn’t orgasm soon, she might just suck the cum right out of him by sheer force. But as if reading his mind, she suddenly stopped and instead began to lick his package hungrily from taint to tip. She paid special attention to his balls, something she knew he enjoyed. More than once in years gone by he had busted a massive load onto her tongue or face while she sucked on his bulging sack.

But that wasn’t her plan just yet. She stared up at him again now, with an expression that seemed part mischievousness and part uncertainty; like someone asking whether they could do something they knew they weren’t supposed to do, while already in the middle of don’t it. She raised to her feet and then knelt on the couch, facing Kurt, her wet pussy just kissing the tip of his hard cock. She looked into his eyes again as if asking permission. He put his hands on her hips and began to lower her onto his raging, saliva-covered erection.

Just as with her mouth, the feeling of her pussy brought a new rush of memories. He had forgotten just how tight she was. Almost too tight, in fact. His cock felt tightly squeezed as it sunk balls-deep inside of her. She began to bounce on his dick while he began to suck at her pointy little nipples. He kissed her breasts, her chest, her shoulders, and then made his way up her neck. Finally, their lips met. They kissed passionately and their bodies seemed to fall simply and perfectly into rhythm. It was like riding a bike.

She moaned and whined as she slammed her tight hole faster and faster on his throbbing rod. He knew she was going to cum, and he knew a handful of sure-fire ways to put her over the edge. He slid his hands down to her ass and began to grope at her firm round cheeks. He noticed their reflection in the TV screen in front of them and watched for a moment as his cock pounded into her twat. Then he spread ass cheeks wide and admired her tight backdoor. He began to inch his fingers across her cheeks, finally landing one on her asshole. He began to tease it. He felt her squirm, first away and then, when the surprise passed, toward his exploring hand. Within second he felt Blaine’s nails dig into his shoulders as she came hard on his dick, squeezing it in a vice grip. He thrust into her in response, only sending her nails scraping harder against his flesh.

He flipped her onto her hand and knees and began to fuck her from behind. “Oh my god, yes, make me cum again,” she begged, “fuck my slutty little pussy!” He spanked her for that. Hard. She let out a yelp and pushed herself deep onto his cock. She wanted more. He slapped her cheeks again, turning their usual pale complexion a rosy pink. “Fuck me harder,” she whined. He couldn’t imagine how, so he spanked her again. “Maybe I should fuck that little asshole of yours, since you liked me playing with it so much,” he suggested. “No please don’t stop,” she said, sounding more breathless now. She was close again.

It never ceased to amaze Kurt how as friends they could be so caring and respectful, but when the clothes came off every primal instinct just took over and all bets were off as to what would be said or done. He reached around her and rubbed her wet pussy with his finger as he continued to fuck it. Once they were covered in her juices, he returned to her ass and began to lube up her hole with his slippery digits. She knew exactly what was coming next. He slowly slid a finger inside and almost immediately she erupted with another surging orgasm.

“You sure know how to treat a good little slut,” she told him as she collapsed onto the couch. “You haven’t even had your treat yet,” he told her as he positioned himself over her. He slipped his cock between her willing, but motionless lips, and began to fuck her mouth. He chuckled as he thrust deep into her throat. “Mmwhhaaght?” she mumbled as he shamelessly pleasured himself. “Just not how I thought the day would go,” he told her. “In fact, I didn’t know if we’d ever do this again. But I’m glad we are.”

He pulled his cock out to let her reply. “Shut up for a second and cum in my slut mouth before I lose interest,” she told him. He slapped her across the face with her erection and put his hand on her throat, squeezing gently as we lowered his balls onto her lips. She opened her mouth and strained to suck them both inside. At last, she did, and sucked on them gently while he masturbated and squeezed her tiny tits. He returned his cock to her mouth again and enjoyed making her squirm and struggle with his penis while he spanked her pussy.

Finally, he couldn’t wait any longer. He began jerking his cock over her hungry mouth as she lapped at his sack. “I missed the taste of your cock,” she moaned. “Please feed me, master.” Clearly, she had remembered how to push his buttons, too. Kurt was overcome with a suddenness that surprised even him. Thick, white ropes of jizz shot from his cock and landed across Blaine’s cheek. Kurt shoved his cock inside her mouth in time for the final few blasts. When she had swallowed the last of his sweet cum, she lay there gently suckling his deflating cock. “Just like old times,” she mused when finally satisfied that he had been sucked dry. “My favourite thing,” he laughed. “My favourite thing,” she agreed.

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