Reconnecting [straight sex] [friends] [cheating] [first time]

When we were growing up we were inseparable. I was a tomboy and there was nothing that Nick could do that I wouldn’t force myself to learn to do better. It was an ongoing contest, and the biggest point of contention in our friendship.

Then there was the time when he got mad at me for trying to kiss him, to show I knew how and was better than him at it, and he pushed me out of the tree we were hanging out in. We were ten. His mama was never one for spanking, but she actually left a bruise on his behind that particular time. In all fairness though, I broke my leg in two places, but he was the one who ran to get help when he saw the bone sticking through my skin. I screamed and cried when they said I needed surgery to fix it. I begged for them to let him come back with me and they did, until I was knocked out at least.

His mama told me that she had never seen him look so pale, they thought he was going to pass out at one point and had him lay down just after I was out. There was some good that came out of it though, per his mama’s instructions, he was to carry my book bag to class and home every day until I was healed up.

Then Nick’s dad was killed in a car crash and his mom decided to move back home with her parents for a while. At first we kept in touch. We were fifteen and we thought we could manage being away from each other and still remain close friends. It worked for a while, he actually came out and stayed with us that first summer. My dad had never followed us around so much in our life. He actually told me to cover up more one day when I was wearing jeans and a huge oversized t-shirt with a long sleeved shirt underneath it.

I just tilted my head to the side and said, “Daddy, the only thing not covered on me right now are my feet, hands and face.” He got flustered and huffed off, muttering something about wearing socks. Nicky and I just laughed and headed off to my room for a day of lounging around playing video games and reading comics. We were met with random checks from my mom and dad. They may have been expecting us to be teenagers and making out, but we had honestly not seen each other that way, we were just friends.

It was slowly after that summer that we lost touch. Weekly letters became monthly letters, then every few months, then on birthdays and holidays. When I was 18 the last birthday card I had sent him got sent back to me ‘No longer lives here’ marked on the envelope. Some girl answered his phone and said she just got the number and didn’t know him. So, I suddenly had no way of contacting him. I stopped getting letters from him as well. It upset me for a while, he was my oldest and dearest friend and he just vanished one day.

Then I moved on with my life. I went to college, dated, had bad relationships and good, made new friends and just lived.

I was engaged to a great guy and had started working as a high school guidance counselor when Nicky walked back into my life. He showed up one day at the school where I worked with a huge bouquet of flowers. I couldn’t even see him past all of the flowers. He didn’t say a word, just walked into my office and handed me a card, it was handmade, very simple, a drawing of a beautiful old oak tree on the front, inside was a drawn version of my backpack from when I was ten, some discarded casts and crutches and a very simplistic sentiment, “I’m sorry I broke your leg when we were 10.”

I dropped the card and he put the flowers down on my desk. “Your mom told my mom that you were getting married. I thought I should come and congratulate you.”

I screamed with glee and pounced on him with a hug. Then one of my students poked his head in, “You okay, Miss Coates?”

“I’m fine, Eric, go on to class,” I said as I composed myself but didn’t let go of my friend.

I heard him outside my office talking to his friends, “She ain’t dead, I owe you ten bucks.”

I shook my head and sat down on the edge of my desk.

“Christ, Nicky, what happened to you? It’s been, what, ten years?”

He sat in the chair in front of my desk and nodded, “Eleven actually. What do you mean what happened to me? You were the one who stopped writing me.”

I shook my head, “No, the last card I sent you got sent back to me, said you didn’t live there anymore.”

He looked a bit confused, “I lived with Gram and Pops until I graduated college. I can’t see mom sending it back to you, she wanted to kill me when she heard you were getting married.” He looked deep in thought before he audibly groaned, “Erica…did you send it around my 18th birthday?”

I nodded and he continued, “I was dating a girl named Erica. She was insanely jealous, hated me even talking about, let alone talking to, another girl. I told her about you when she found one of your old letters to me. When I didn’t get a response to my last letter, I figured you’d just moved on and let it go when you didn’t call or write or anything.”

“I did call. A girl answered and said it was her new number. I called your Gram’s house and the number had been disconnected. I’d even been blocked from all of your social media.”

“That bitch,” he said with a smirk, “I thought the ghosting was just you trying to cut ties without hurting me. I didn’t reach out because I was pissed and thought it was childish. So, I thought maybe being childish was something I could finally do better than you.”

“I thought you’d sent the card back and blocked me from everything. You never told me your grandparents changed their number, or that you did, so I just assumed you were over our friendship,” I said, a slight hitch in my throat as I tried not to get emotional over the lost years with him due to an overbearing girlfriend.

“I should’ve known you wouldn’t have just cut me off like that. You liked being better than me way too much to not know what I was attempting in life,” he said with a soft smile.

“True,” I said as I looked him over.

“All because I thought a crazy controlling girl was kinda hot,” he said with a sigh.

“I’m guessing that relationship didn’t last?” I smirked, I knew he hated being told what to do.

“Less than two months. She went off the fucking deep end one day and slapped me ‘cause I let a couple of freshmen, girls and guys, use my locker to store a heavy book closer to their class. I ended it then and there.”

“So what are you doing here, for real?” I smirked at him, it was like we’d never lost touch and just picked up right where we left off

He stood up posed in a prissy stereo-typically female stance and batted his eyelashes at me, “I thought you might need a maid of honor. I can look pretty hot in a dress.”

We both laughed and he shook his head, “I just wanted you to know I’m here for you. Plus, I wanna meet this guy that managed to tame you. You’re wearing a skirt for Christ’s sake,” he reached out and tugged at my skirt and I just blushed.

“I grew up, Nick. I can still kick your ass though, so don’t push your luck,” I pushed him back down into the chair and smirked at him. “What about you? Anyone special in your life lately?”

He shrugged, “There was, we split a few months ago. She wanted to settle and I’m just not there yet. Too much life left to live on my own, too many experiences I haven’t had yet. I’m not ready to give up on the adventure, that feeling of seeing a girl for the first time and just knowing you want to spend more time with her. Traveling without being tied down to someone.”

“So you wanted to fuck around a while,” I laughed as I said it, I had only meant it jokingly.

He nodded, taking it seriously, “Basically, yeah, I’ve yet to find someone that can keep up with me and is open to new experiences. No one’s lived up to what life was like when it was just me and you,” he blushed as he said it and quickly changed the subject, “What made you decide to settle down with this guy?”

I tilted my head as I thought about it, “He asked.”

Nicky gave me a queer look as he took in what I said, “That’s it? There wasn’t some mind-blowingly magical moment where you knew this was the guy you wanted to spend your life with?”

I shrugged, “No? We’ve been dating since college, we’re happy together, we live a pretty quiet life. I go home after work and read, he paints or goes out with friends. We watch movies together, do boring day to day stuff. We’re just doing what naturally comes next in a relationship.”

Nick gave me a very serious look and his jaw dropped, “Who is this domesticated creature in front of me? There’s no way you’re the friend who used to taunt me and drag me into old abandoned houses, caves, and woods just to have an adventure. You are an impostor, I say, an impostor!”

I punched him in the shoulder and he cringed. “I just have responsibilities, I have to be an adult. I have to pay bills and buy groceries and I just don’t have time to be a kid anymore.”

“I refuse to hear this!” He smiled and waved his hand as though he were casting a spell, “You are clearly under a spell of forced boredom! Introduce me to this warlock who has imprisoned your very soul!”

I punched him in the arm again and he audibly groaned and pouted while rubbing the sore spot as I spoke, “Dinner at 7, mom’s house. You will meet Wes there and you will behave, understood?”

He saluted me in an overly exaggerated way, “Yes, Ma’am. Should I wear a suit?”

“Only if you want to be overdressed. Seven sharp, you know mom hates it when you’re late.”

He whined, “Is she still doing the extra greens for the late people thing? That’s so fucking cruel.”

I nodded, “Brussels sprouts are her new weapon of choice, you’ve been warned.” I pushed him out the door and carried on with the day’s work. I found myself smiling and sighing happily all day and for the first time in a long time I couldn’t wait to go home for dinner. I saw my students for the day, finished up my paperwork and made a few notes to research at home. I started to bring the vase full of flowers home but I decided to leave them at work, just for me.

When I got home Wes was sketching out a new painting. I looked it over and smiled, a siren on a rocky shore. He really had a knack for fantasy characters. They took on a new life under his talented hands. “Get ready for dinner if you don’t want mom to pile our plates full of brussels sprouts.”

Wes looked back to me and cringed, “Can’t she go back to broccoli?”

I laughed and shook my head, “No, we started liking the broccoli, she has new ammo now.”

He shivered in disgust and put the pencil down, “Then we better get there early.”

I stopped him from running up to shower for a moment. “You remember me telling you about Nicky, my old friend from way back?”

He nodded and looked me over, “Why?”

“He’s in town and I thought you’d like to get to know him, maybe take him out with your friends tomorrow night? I invited him to dinner at mom’s tonight, so I could introduce you.”

He sighed, “My bachelor party is tomorrow night, is it really appropriate to drag an ex of yours along with my friends?”

I smirked, “He’s not an ex, we were only ever friends, besides having someone on my side at that party might keep you from dancing with a raunchy stripper.”

He groaned, “That’s not fair, I don’t get anyone on my side at your party.”

I laughed and pulled him towards me as I backed up and headed towards the bathroom, “Me and the girls are going to a spa, not a strip club. Unless my masseuse is unusually skilled you have nothing to worry about.” We went up and showered together then got ready to go to my mom’s house.

Wes and I made it to mom’s with two minutes to spare. She looked a bit disappointed that we weren’t late. I think she enjoyed torturing me with green globs of gross vegetables. Nicky was already inside and I kind of gave him a weird look.

Mom smiled and said, “Nicky told me you invited him to dinner tonight. I’m guessing he didn’t tell you he was staying with us, huh?”

I gave Nick a glaring smirk and shook my head, “No, he didn’t mention it.”

Dad came in and gave me a great big bear hug, picking me up off the ground with ease. Wes just stood awkwardly until Nick came over and shook his hand. When my dad put me down I kind of breathlessly introduced Nick and Wes and let them go off and chat a bit to get to know each other. I went and helped mom in the kitchen and dad sat down in front of the tv.

When I got my mom into the kitchen I just flat out asked her, “Why didn’t you tell me you were still in contact with Nick’s mom?”

She kind of ignored me and went on about fixing dinner. I got annoyed, “Mom! Answer me, please?”

“When I told Janice about that last letter being returned, she thought Nicky had made his choice. Her therapist suggested it might be good for him to cut ties with you, to seek out new friendships and to really let himself date someone.”

I gave her an odd look, “He was dating someone already.”

Mom shook her head, “Janice set them up, he didn’t want to date her or any of the girls his mom set him up with after. He hadn’t made a single friend at the new place and he didn’t seem at all interested in meeting one. He kept to himself and wrote short stories about things you two did as kids.”

“So? Shouldn’t it be his choice if he wants to meet new people or not?”

Mom shrugged, “It didn’t seem natural for a boy to wait until he was 18 to go on a date.”

I gave her a bewildered look, “You and daddy wouldn’t even let me date ’til I left for college.”

Then she hit me with the reasoning she always gave me, and I hated, “You were a girl.”

I was furious at that point. “So?!” It was the reasoning that pushed me to be better than Nicky at everything. I was a girl, so I was supposed to be less than. I wasn’t okay with that.

Mom furrowed her brow and kept working on dinner, trying not to make eye contact with me, “So, we didn’t want you to end up pregnant before you were married.”

I brought my hand up to my forehead to rub my temples, “So you’re telling me it was abnormal for him to wait until he was 18 to date a girl that was pretty much forced on him by his mom, but it was perfectly acceptable to deny me the experience of dating someone I was interested in because you thought I’d fuck him first chance I got?”

“Language!” Mom was getting flustered at trying to defend her ridiculously ancient beliefs.

“You raised me better than that, mom. It’s really disappointing that you didn’t know me well enough then to understand that I wouldn’t do that.”

I was angry and it cast a shadow on the dinner. I pretty much just pushed my food around and pouted the rest of the night. I just wanted to go home. My dad was oblivious as usual and Wes spent the night sucking up to him and mom, he was always trying to win them over. Nick and Wes chatted and laughed, probably at my expense, but I didn’t really hear a word of it. When mom would look over at me I would glare at her and she would quickly look down to the table.

I probably shouldn’t have been as angry as I was, but I felt like they had taken away a huge part of growing up for me, the first boyfriend I had was Wes. I had gone on a few dates prior to meeting him but nothing that went beyond a second date. I suddenly felt like I had missed out on a huge chunk of my own life and was simply settling for what they had been pushing me towards. When mom brought out dessert, which happened to be my absolute favorite, I decided I wanted to go for a walk instead.

Dad looked as I walked towards the door, “Nicky, follow behind her, make sure she’s okay. Wes, would you help mom?” Dad’s clues always centered around dessert. If I was upset enough to walk away from strawberry shortcake, I was upset enough to get myself hurt by not paying attention to where I was walking. It wasn’t like I didn’t hear my dad give the instructions but I chose to ignore Nick slowly following my footsteps as I walked down the street.

I kept my head down and just stared at the ground, counting the cracks in the sidewalk. When I was about a block away I realized my feet were hurting and I pulled my heels off then continued walking. Nick picked up my discarded shoes as he followed me. I knew he would, this wasn’t the first time Daddy sent him after me. I went to the playground and he started catching up to me.

I sat on the swings and looked up at him as he came and stood beside me, “I got 340, how many did you count?” He asked.

“Three forty-five,” my voice was quiet and a bit distant.

Nick stood behind me and began pushing me on the swing. “What’s got you down, Z?”

I shrugged, “Just mom and dad being mom and dad. Do me a favor and go home.”

He nodded “Tell me one thing and I’ll leave you be. Are you actually happy with your life where it is right now?”

“I honestly don’t know, Nick. Right now I’m kind of feeling like I’ve only ever been given one choice and I’ve dutifully and blindly followed along.”

He started to turn to leave and I grabbed his hand, “Hey, do me a favor, Nicky. Go to the party with Wes and his friends tomorrow night and feel him out. See if this is the life he wants or if he was just going along ’cause it’s what was expected of us.”

He squeezed my hand gently, “I’ll see what I can find out.”

He left and I just played on the swing for a little while before I headed home myself. I sat in the car and fell asleep while I waited for Wes to leave my parent’s house. I woke up to him gently shaking me awake. He helped me get out of the car and go to bed. In spite of how I was feeling I slept fairly well. My dreams were pretty much just a reflection of what was on my mind. Questions of ‘am I happy?’ ‘what would make me happy?’ and so on played out as I watched.

I woke up knowing my decision and I just waited to hear back from Nicky, to learn if Wes was as empty feeling as I was. I went through the motions of the day. It was Friday. I went to school, did my job and brought the flowers Nick had given me home. I was supposed to be going to a spa day with Wes’ sister and two of my friends, my bridesmaids. I called each of them up and told them to go ahead without me. I made up some excuse about it being a hard day at the school and I just wanted to soak in my own bathtub and sit quietly at home.

They were used to me canceling plans by this point. It wasn’t an uncommon thing for me to avoid socializing as much as humanly possible. The spa thing was my future sister-in-law’s idea, not mine. It wasn’t me at all actually. I ran a bubble bath and just soaked for what seemed like hours. Wes woke me up when he got home from work. “Zoe, you want me to stay home with you?”

I shook my head, “No, go out, have fun. I kind of want the house to myself for a while.”

He nodded and went into the other room to get ready. I let the water drain out of the tub and wrapped up in a towel. I looked at Wes as he changed from the suit he wore to work and into his normal clothes, jeans and a t-shirt, nothing fancy, just him. He gave me a kiss on the cheek and left to go meet up with his friends and Nicky. I gathered up a bag of my stuff while he was out. I could have told him right away that I was getting cold feet, but I decided to wait. I wanted to give myself some time alone to really think about it. A few hours after he left I got a text from Wes, ‘Your friend is insane’ accompanied by a picture of Nicky with a pool cue balanced on one finger and a shot balanced on another.

I shot a text back to Wes, ‘Do not let him play you in pool, he’s been hustling since he was 12.’

A pic of Wes’ empty wallet followed along with another text, ‘Too late ~Nicky’

I couldn’t help but smile. Nick didn’t seem any different than the last time I saw him and I felt like I had to box up who I was and move onto this thing called ‘adult’ and I really didn’t like it. I quietly left the home I had shared with my fiance for the past three years.

I didn’t feel free, but I also didn’t feel like turning around and going back. I sent another message to Wes, ‘Going to treat myself to a spa weekend after all. Have fun with the guys.’ I pulled out of my driveway and left.

I decided to rent a hotel room for the weekend. My wedding was supposed to happen in two weeks and I suddenly wasn’t sure I wanted to go through with it. Was I getting married because I wanted to or because it was what was expected of me? I needed to know that answer before I could make a decision one way or the other, though I was leaning heavily towards it was what was expected of me. I called my mom, “Ma?”

“Yeah?”

“Can you have Nicky call me when he gets in?”

“Zoe, I didn’t mean to upset you yesterday.”

Even though she couldn’t see it, I shook my head as I spoke, “That doesn’t matter mom, it’s done and over with, no sense being upset about it. Just give Nicky my number and have him call me, yeah?”

“Alright. It wasn’t you I didn’t trust you know?”

“I know. I love you.”

“We love you too.”

I hung up and went up to my room. Then I just lay on the bed with my phone in my hand and waited. I had dozed off when the phone finally rang. I probably sounded half dead as I answered, “Hello?”

“Z, it’s Nick, your mom told me to call you.”

“I don’t wanna talk on the phone though can you make it out to the Old Bridge Inn in Warren?”

“Yeah. I should be there in what like two hours?”

“Something like that, you good to drive?”

“I didn’t drink, I’m good to go.”

“See you soon, then.”

I waited on the couch in the small room. It was dark, dingy and fairly cramped for what I was paying. Then again it wasn’t a five star hotel, just a beat up room in an old farmhouse. I took in my surroundings. I honestly hoped that Wes was feeling just as pressured as I was. Maybe some time alone without me for a few days could clear his head up as well. I went outside to meet Nick.

About the time I got outside, I saw someone pull up on a motorcycle. I started to walk off in the other direction when that person yelled to me, “Z! Wait up!” I turned back and saw Nicky putting his helmet on the handlebar of the bike. I know my face must’ve crinkled up weirdly cause he laughed when he looked back at me. I was just surprised to see him on a motorcycle.

When he caught up to me he gave me a big hug. We started walking towards the pond in the distance. “So, did you talk to Wes? Did he say anything about me and him?”

Nicky kind of cleared his throat and ran his hand through his hair awkwardly. “Well, we did talk and the drunker he got the more he talked. I just don’t know if you actually want to know what he said or not?”

My heart sank a bit, “He does want to get married?”

Nicky nodded while still seeming uncertain, “Well, yes, he definitely wants to get married. See, the thing is it’s not you he wants to marry. You know his friend Danny?”

“Yeah, he’s come around to dinners and such. What about him?”

Nicky made an ushering gesture as if to say ‘well there you go.’

I didn’t get it. I clearly wasn’t putting it together so Nick finally just blurted it out, “Well…Zoe…you’re lacking the parts he has. Wes wants to marry Dan.”

I punched Nicky in the shoulder, “Shut up! He does not!”

Nick nodded, “I felt like a third wheel on their date tonight. And don’t kid yourself, it was a date more than a bachelor party.” He pulled out his phone and showed me the pictures he snapped when he thought they wouldn’t notice. Subtle looks and touches that were far more intimate than should be going on between two male friends. The awkward blushes when another of their friends interrupted. The glare that Nicky received when he jumped in between them for a selfie.

“So this is a thing? They are a thing? Any idea how long it’s been going on?”

“Based on what I could get out of Dan, they were a thing before you ever came along. Dan mentioned something tonight and it struck me as odd, if you don’t want to answer you don’t have to, but have you and Wes ever actually been together? Ya know, intimately like?”

I blushed and kind of fumbled over my words, “Well, umm. We’ve just done things together, we’ve seen each other. Umm, we’ve kissed and touched, a bit. We’ve yet to…you know…” My blush was brightening across my cheeks as I tried to come up with an excuse for why I hadn’t yet fucked my boyfriend of six years.

Nicky kind of smiled and pulled me into a big hug from the side, “You don’t have to have a reason you know? You guys were comfortable together, and friendly together, but clearly the link between you isn’t sexual or really even romantic. I don’t think there’s anything wrong with that. I don’t even think there’s anything wrong if you still want to marry him to help him out. But you guys do have to be honest with each other about your relationship. I don’t think it’s fair to either one of you to keep pretending you’re good with how things are now.”

“Has he slept with Danny?”

Nicky shrugged, “I don’t think they have since you and Wes have been together, I didn’t ask though. Danny seemed kind of ‘longing’ if you know what I mean.”

I stopped walking and looked over to Nick, “What about you?”

He half smirked, the moonlight caused a glint in his eyes, “I have most definitely not slept with Danny or Wes, I promise.”

I groaned and punched him in the shoulder, “You know what I meant.”

He smiled and rubbed his shoulder, “Would you please stop punching me in that shoulder, switch it up. I’m gonna bruise and make you carry my wallet for a few weeks until I heal…”

I started to hit him again, and scowled, dropping my hand down, it had been my go to response for jokes that made me uncomfortable since we were kids, “Bruises don’t need casts,” I shot back and he punched me in the arm, making me smile slightly as I winced. He’s gotten stronger over the years.

“To answer your question, I have. Curiosity got the best of me and I explored my sexuality. Sometimes I wish I hadn’t, feels like I wasted something special with someone who didn’t really matter to me,” he said.

“What’s it like?” I kind of blushed as I said it, but I was genuinely curious. I had felt the lead up but never the pay off, excluding individual payoff which really just isn’t the same.

Nick gave me an odd look, “It’s hard to explain? There’s not really a specific feeling that goes along with it every single time. One moment it might feel intense and almost as if you’re having a deep spiritual reaction, other times it’s almost mechanical, going through the motions without any real involvement. It depends on how you feel about who you’re with I guess.”

I thought this over, mulling it and dissecting it. I was contemplating things curiously and actually heard myself speak before my brain began freaking out. “What would it feel like with me?” I think my heart stopped momentarily as the words left my mouth. I hadn’t really meant to say it or to imply anything. I was honestly only speaking rhetorically. I brought my hand up to my face and lowered my head. It was a facepalm moment.

He just stood there beside me. I think he was just as stunned as I was. He looked at me then back out to the water. He was quiet. I noticed his fists were clenched tightly at his side. I turned and started to head back to the Inn. He followed slowly a few feet behind me. He still said nothing as we walked. I figured he was going to get on his bike and leave. I had crossed a line that he clearly didn’t want to cross.

I honestly hadn’t meant to.

I crossed my arms over my chest and turned to head into the Inn, my head down as I moved a bit more quickly towards my room. I just wanted to die. He and I had never behaved that way towards each other. I was internally beating myself up, lashing out at my stupidity and at possibly ruining a decades long friendship in a single moment. All because I, for once in my life, didn’t filter myself before I spoke.

I hadn’t looked behind me in a while to see if he was still there. I also hadn’t heard his bike start up. I opened the door to my room and headed in. I let the door close, but he grabbed it before it latched and came in behind me. I looked up as he did and he could clearly see that I was at the very least perplexed and at worse emotional over that final bit of interaction between us.

I’m honestly not sure what happened in the moment after that. I just know that my head was reeling and all of a sudden he had pushed me up against the wall and began to kiss me. I held my hands up, I had been caught off guard. His lips were soft and comforting as they pressed against and surrounded mine. I whimpered a little bit as his body pressed tightly to mine and lifted me off the ground.

He did not let up.

Not a word was spoken between us as he kissed me. Slowly, I came to my senses and began kissing back. He lifted my arms above my head and pinned me to the wall with one hand.

A smile crept across his face as he let his other hand slide down over my top. He made his way down to the buttons and he quickly worked to open them, exposing my bra. He let go of my wrists and I let my arms fall back down to my sides.

I didn’t resist one bit as he turned me away from him and pulled the shirt off of my shoulders and part way down my arms. He moved his hands back over to my skin and pressed his palms against my tummy before dragging them along my ribcage and pushed them beneath my bra, lifting the fabric away from my body to allow his hands to cup me gently instead. I felt his hips push against my butt as he pushed me closer to the wall, his cock was already hard and throbbing, I could feel it even through the layers of fabric we both still wore.

He pressed his lips to my neck, kissing and biting at my flesh as he began to squeeze my breasts in each of his hands. The warmth of his fingers began trailing lower, down my tummy. One hand found its way beneath the waistband of my jeans, rubbing my lower abdomen through my silky panties, the other hand began fumbling with the button and zipper that kept me from him. I moaned softly and he grunted a bit as he rubbed himself against my body. He worked the button loose and pulled my jeans about halfway down my thighs. My panties still covered me. I could feel his breath on my neck as he moved his lips by my ear and began nibbling at my earlobe just a bit.

I pulled my arms free from my shirt so I could press them to the wall. He kissed my neck and began to gently and slowly rub my panties just above where my clit was hidden from him. I squirmed in his grip, but he held me firmly in place. I heard him moan as I pressed myself back against him. He stopped rubbing me and pulled my jeans fully off of me.

I whimpered, looking back to him.

His hands moved up my body, he unfastened my bra and then spun me back around, pushing my back to the wall. I let my bra slide off my shoulders and fall to the floor. He gave me a devilish smile and kissed me on the lips again.

The warm wetness of his lips and tongue on my nipples made me shiver. He teased me, groping my hips and sliding his hands up and down my sides as he sucked on my breasts. I leaned back against the wall and let myself enjoy the attention.

He knelt down in front of me and began to slide my panties off of my hips. I blushed as I felt his breath on my bare skin. I stepped out of the thin fabric and he very suddenly pressed his mouth against me. I cried out and my knees nearly gave out from under me.

He lifted my leg over his shoulder and buried his face in my pussy. His hands supported me and kept my thighs spread open for him. His tongue swirled inside of me before slipping out and lapping up the slippery fluid that made its way to the surface. When his lips surrounded my clit and began gently sucking and pulling at my skin I thought I was going to pass out. I felt this wave of heat wash over me and I suddenly cried out and began moving my hips towards his face. He maneuvered his hands so that he could plunge his thumb into my cunt while he ate me out. I squirmed and moaned and he worked my body until he felt the spasms of orgasm come over me. He slowly lowered me to the ground and lay me down in front of him. His lips and tongue maneuvered against my pussy again but this time his fingers worked me as well.

Very slowly his index and middle fingers rubbed over each side of my clit while he tongued my hole. I squirmed under him and bit my lip, trying to stop myself from moaning. The more I squirmed the faster his fingers began to move around my clit. With only a few minutes of stimulation I arched my back and cried out loudly. My nipples were hard and my pussy was sopping wet with my own fluids.

He unfastened his pants and pulled them down along with his underwear while I was writhing on the floor in front of him, riding out the spasms coursing through my body.

He didn’t give me notice or wait until the spasms subsided, he just spread me open and plunged his cock into my pussy. There was no pain, no blood, he had worked me into a state of allowing him to enter me freely without hurting me. He watched his cock pushing into me and watched as my skin clung to him as he pulled out. He groaned and leaned over me, supporting himself with his hands on either side of my head. He pushed into me deeply and pulled out slowly.

A small smile gave way to groans and grunts of pleasure as he enjoyed the tightness of my body pulling at him. He moved a little faster and kept his eyes locked on mine as he fucked me. His lips found their way back to mine. His lips and tongue overwhelmed mine and I moaned against him as he fucked me hard and fast.

He repositioned himself up on his knees and pulled my body up onto his lap as he did so. I was crouched over him and he began lifting me at my hips and pulling me back down onto him. I felt so fucking weak.

I put my hands on his shoulders and slowly took over the rhythm from him. My breasts rubbed against his chest as I rode him hard and fast, feeling my muscles renewed with a need to keep going. This time it was him squirming under me, raising up a bit to meet my downward motion with his own upward thrust.

I closed my eyes and leaned my head back a bit as I felt his cock hitting a sensitive area internally, pushing me closer and closer to another orgasm. He grabbed my hips suddenly and met me with an almost violent thrust as he pulled me down tightly onto him.

My fingernails dug into his shoulders and I whimpered. My body tensed and reached that height of another orgasm. I opened my eyes and gently bit his lower lip as I felt a sudden warmth filling me while his cock twitched. He gasped and squeezed my hips. I shivered on his lap as the twitching subsided and he moved his hands, wrapping his arms tightly around me, holding me in an almost suffocating embrace.

“Like that, Zoe,” his words were heavy and breathy as I listened to his quickly beating heart, closing my eyes to let out a soft, fulfilled, sigh. I hugged him just as tightly as he hugged me.

When I caught my breath I whispered, “I think we might’ve found something you’re better than me at and I can’t even be mad about it.”

He laughed and hugged me tighter to him as we both absorbed what we’d just done.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/i588k3/reconnecting_straight_sex_friends_cheating_first