Summer Fun with [M]y Best [F]riend Part 4 – Final

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Steam billowed up around me as hot water fell into the tub, the air thick with anticipation more palpable than steam. I wasn’t sure if I should light candles or play romantic tunes or what. I hadn’t ever had anything like this. I’d been on a few dates with my ex, but nothing that felt this high pressure. I didn’t want to underdo it and lose her mood, but I also didn’t want to overdo it and scare her off.

But this anxiety slipped off my back as I heard the door creak open. Turning to look, I saw a surprisingly sheepish looking Clara peering in at me. She had already stripped out of her clothes and stood there in the bathroom naked before me.

We didn’t say anything for quite some time, just smiled awkwardly. I know I was anticipating what was about to happen with tremendous excitement but also a slathering of terror. I still don’t really know why. We had been doing it for about a week now, so it wasn’t like this was that new, except the agency we now had to do whatever we wanted to. She set the box of condoms on the sink and moved to me. I wrapped her up in my arms and she cooed almost inaudibly. I kissed her flushed cheeks and she looked up at me, eyelids heavy from the warmth.

She quietly laughed and I reciprocated, dropping a kiss to her lips that slowly melted the thin membrane of anxiety hanging in the air. I felt the muscles in my body release as my hands sought to touch her, feeling the muscles in her body ease as her chest pressed to me, her hands searching me out. Her fingers lingered along my back, etching each vertebrae quietly as her lips greeted me deeper and deeper. Any lingering anxiety was lost in that kiss, her hands pulling me in, my own settled at the sides of her face, holding her in. I pulled away from the kiss and let her into the shower, following behind quickly.

Her head hung back as she let go of the muscles in her neck, letting the water run over her body. She sighed out, leaning against the shower wall as the water ran over her curves, streams forming in her creases, flooding over neck and pooling against her collarbone. Water drained off her pleasant nipples as I reached my hands around them and kissed her neck, drinking the water off her skin. She laughed again, a brisk little expression.

“We’re completely alone,’ she mused, a smile breaking on her face as she turned slightly to see me, extending her chest to meet my kneading hands. I kissed her cheek and nodded, resting my forehead against the side of her head, hot water rushing over my scalp.

“And we have all night,” I reveled, my hands squeezing lightly as I nibbled her ear. A moan emanated from her lips, her body curving and responding in apparent pleasure. A hand reached up behind my head, tugging my hair slightly, egging me on.

“And what are you going to do to me?” she egged me on, her ass raising to brush up against me. I took and handful of her hair and tugged slightly, lapping up water off her neck as she moaned out louder, the sound rattling my ribcage. I bit her jawline and she whimpered.

“Oh, I have some plans,” I turned her around, pushing her to the tiles as my lips descended her neck, skipping hastily over her collarbones and pressing to her nipple. I circled her rosy areola with my tongue with brief interludes. She held my head close to her chest with both hands which had the tremendous effect of compressing her boobs together, giving me more to nuzzle and tease. Instinctively, my hand slowly etched her kneecap. She recoiled her leg, jumping up a little and laughing. “Sorry,” I offered, looking up at her, laying my hand against her knee again, hoping to avoid tickling her by touching her with a greater surface area. She tensed up, clearly on the verge of being tickled. I didn’t stop touching her leg, I was just very careful.

“When did I say you could stop?” she demanded, pulling me close to her breast again. I opened my mouth wide, sucking the water off her nipple, flourishing her breast with a gentle bite as I recoiled. Her legs gave way for a second as she sighed out, whining as she kneaded the back of my neck. My hand crawled up her thigh, slipping to the inside as it climbed. I could feel her hips slowly move toward my hand, almost imperceptibly. I gripped her breast in my right hand, my left hand slowing, but still climbing. I squeezed her breast, moving my mouth up her chest. Slow kisses fell to her neck, open mouth kisses following. I sucked on her neck and she left herself exposed, inviting my kisses.

Her hand played at my chest, traveling slowly down my torso, brushing over each ab as she made impressed noises. Her hand rounded around my ribcage, rubbing my side. Not exactly the direction I was hoping she’d go, but we had all night after all. I could be patient. I lifted my face near her’s and without thinking she kissed me wildly, pulling my in closer to her. I lost my placement on her leg as she pulled me in, very suddenly grabbing my cock. Moaning against my lips, she stroked my furiously, letting the water lubricate her stokes, although, surprisingly less well than I might have imagined. Still, it felt incredible!

“God, you need to fuck me!” she called out with quiet desperation, her strokes provoking me on further.

“Why? We have all night?” I teased, nuzzling her playfully. Her eyes slowly opened and she gave an aggressive frown, comedic in nature. Her hand slowly slipped off my cock and she flared her nostrils as me, eyes wide, face tilted back. I couldn’t help but laugh and as hard as she tried not to, the laughter was contagious. She still pouted adorably between chuckles.

“Hey mister, I came over for one reason and one reason only: to fuck. No small talk, no jokes. Only fucki-

I didn’t let her finish her brief lecture before kissing her, lifting her up and pulling her legs around me. I pinned her to the wall, the length of my cock resting against her plush pussy. She pretended to try to continue talking, but I wouldn’t release her lips long enough to let her. Her arms slowly rested, hands cradled together behind my neck. Her hips started to sway as she moaned out. I moved my hips to rhythm with hers, kind of wanting to fuck her, but also enjoying actually feeling her flesh against my cock. We kept stopping just before my tip drew low enough to tease her warm opening, but each time I kept thinking I might just let it slip in by accident. But every time we got close, I chickened out. Truthfully, I’m not sure which of us recoiled. Maybe she would have let me fuck her raw, but regardless, we always fell short of me entering her.

After a minute or two of this and breathless kissing, she pushed me away and dropped her feet to the tub floor.

‘You really need to go get a condom,” she pleaded, eyes twinkling with desire, voice raspy with excitement. She bit her lip and swayed her hips, looking down at my cock, etching the side of it with her fingertips.

“Keep yourself warm,” I smirked, hopping out of the shower and grabbing a condom. I slipped it on and reentered the shower, to find her leaning against the wall, ass out, very ready to be fucked. I couldn’t help myself though. I got on my knees and placed her pussy in my mouth, licking ravenously and she moaned. She practically screamed. I had not realized until that moment just how hard it was for her to keep quiet when I was going to work on her. I gripped her thighs, sliding up to her ass as my tongue ventured her slit, her familiar flavor filling my mouth. Her body shifted as she lost her grip on the shower wall. She caught herself on the side of the tub, but her legs were getting shaky. But I wasn’t feeling charitable. I was feeling curious. I was curious to see how shaky I could get her legs. I circled over her clit with my thumb, licking her entrance, switching from exploring with the tip to laying my tongue flat over the surface of her.

“F-fuck me!” she cried out, her knees wobbling as she grabbed my wrist. Her hips writhed, though I wasn’t certain if it was to get more pleasure or to escape my touches. I think maybe she didn’t know for certain either. As I continued, her knees collapsed together, her thighs squeezing my hand tightly as she tried to get me to stop, her chest heaving with belabored moans. My free hand squeezed her ass and as more courage and control filled my mind, I let my index finger slip along her ass, slowly brushing over her asshole.

Apparently that was too much. She dropped her hips and pulled away from me with a “Woah woah woah,” she caught her breath, sitting down in the tub, looking at me. I moved over her and kissed her, her hands slipping around my neck again. She pushed me away for a moment however, still quite winded from my treatment. She slowly stood up and assumed the position again, looking back at me, biting her lip. “C’mon,” she pleased, reaching out at me.

Any of you who have tried fucking in the shower will know how this went for us, unfortunately. In fantasy, it seems like water is exactly what you need, that moisture is the friend to all things sexual. Saliva and natural lubrication, those are all practically water, right? No. Not remotely. In fact, it seems that lubrication is run on the principal of oil, a substance that water wipes away with tremendous ease. So, any lubrication that was on the condom at the time was washed away by the water and by trying to enter her, much of her natural lubrication was washed away by the water.

Thus, the next few minutes were spent with a lot of “ouch”ing and “o-one second”ing about, trying to find a way to comfortably push my way inside of her. It seemed that her dream of shower fucking was quickly meeting the brick wall that was reality and reality was that this likely wasn’t going to work. I was willing to try as long as she wanted to, especially since she seemed utterly obsessed with this experience, but she finally sat down again and sighed in exacerbation!

“Okay, so that was a dumb idea,” she groaned. I couldn’t help but laugh.

“We can still try if you’d like,” I sat in the tub across from her, the water beginning to get cold as it cast down over my legs. She turned the water off and made her way over to me, curling up in my lap, back against my chest.

“Nope. I can mark that one off the bucket list. It’s not like in the movies,” she laughed, tilting her head back to look at me. “Thanks for trying though.” She pecked my lips and I held her close. “Don’t think this means you’re off the hook though,” she smirked, wiggling her ass as we sat there in the quiet.

“Don’t think I’m trying to get off the hook,” I teased, wiggling my hips a bit, feeling her hand slide up my leg and slip the condom off my cock. She swayed her hips against my member, giving me a bathtub lap dance. Admittedly, I don’t think she had the range of motion she would have liked, but she made it work, her ass slipping along me as she hummed quietly. I ran my hands up and down her back as she moved, closing my eyes and just succumbing to the touch. She slowly turned around and I kept my eyes closed as I felt the warmth of her mouth opening over my cock slowly. She took it in about half way before pulling back up off of me, only to descend back down. I ran a hand through her hair, feeling her bobbing over my cock. I gently grabbed her wrist when I got close to cumming, not expecting that to stop her.

But, alas, she pulled off and left my cock alone for a few seconds before proceeding once more, She held my member with one hand, as she let her tongue slip along it’s length, exploring the side while fondling my balls with her other hand. I gripped her shoulder and she backed off once more, smiling up at me.

“Want to move to the bed?” I suggested, stroking her face. But she shook her head deviously.

“No, I want to keep doing this, but you keep making me stop,” she teased, stroking me slowly as we talked. I watched as she put the tip of my cock back in her mouth, her soft, massive eyes looking up at me as she started to suck lightly, sending an oddly mixed painful pleasure through my body. Her tongue swirled along the tip and she sucked some more, causing my hips to thrust forward in response. She rubbed my cock, squeezing it so some precum pooled at the head, before licking the tip, teasing the tip, hands moving gently, whispers on my skin. I gripped her wrist, but she didn’t stop this time. At least, not immediately. My entire body tensed in the expectation of impact, but then she pulled away at the last second, orgasm not arriving. I breathed out, actually feeling a little dizzy. She just smirked up at me, biting her lip and edging her fingers along me. She toyed with my balls and continued to tease me like this for, I’m really not sure. It felt like a considerable, exhausting amount of time. It was incredible. I even started to shake slightly from the pleasure and the denial. Little did I know, back then, the magic of edging.

She suddenly groaned as she sat up. “Yeah, we should move to the bed,” she suggested, shaking out left hand. “My hand is entirely asleep,” she stood up and I just sat and watched a moment, staring at her exposed ass as she moved out of the shower. I stood up, hearing her drying off. I walked to the box of condoms, covertly taking one before walking to her. I pulled her hips to me and she obliged, mounting her hands to the wall. She dropped the towel and looked back at me, her long, dark hair a mess around her face. She looked ferocious! I smoothed my hand out over her inviting ass and she purred, closing her eyes. I opened the packaging and slipped it on my cock, pressing the tip to her. It slipped in with such ease and she sighed out so powerfully, pushing her ass back against me.

I gripped her hips and pounded inside of her, not even worried if my pace was maintainable. And Clara sang out like she always wanted to. It was fucking music! The sound of our skin beating together and her calling out for me, begging me to fuck her. Her body responded, opening to me, moving with me.

I pulled out of her, spinning her around and setting her up on the sink, knocking over the box of condoms. She spread her legs wide and reached an arm up to pull me toward her. She laid a kiss against my lips, her tongue exploring my mouth. I groped her liberally, holding her hip with my other hand. The angle wasn’t great, but the novelty and the added thrill of having her on the sink made it worthwhile. She was able to move her hips slightly, the rotation adding pleasure as I plunged inside of her.

After all of this time and all of this messing around, I felt the telltale chill of orgasm coming fast. I decided to keep going. I increased my pace, leaning into her and I think she knew what this meant, because I felt her insides contract around me as warm cum spilled out into the condom, my body rattling about with a tempest of orgasm. She clung to me tightly, leaning back slightly so our bodies were close. I could feel her heart beating rapidly against my own, as if they were racing one another. She breathed heavily, trying to catch her breath. She laid back as much as she could on the sink and I just stayed inside of her a moment, resting on my hands to look at her, breasts splayed out, small markings littering her skin. Evidence of what we’d done.

“Phew,” she exclaimed a few times as I pulled out, tying the condom off and cleaning off my dick. She wiped her brow, gazing up at me. “How does pizza sound?” she smiled, climbing off the countertop. She left the bathroom, returning a few moments later with her phone in hand. I guess it was decided then. She scrunched her nose, looking to me and then back to her phone. “What is the address here?”. I attempted to answer her, but she was gone before I could even look up to address her. I went to the bathroom doorway, hearing the front door open.

I bolted down the stairs to find her with her head peeking out the front door, looking at the iron numbers bolted to our house. I pulled her by the hips back in, dodging back to avoid being seen through the window.

“What are you thinking?!” I seethed, heart racing.

“Oh, c’mon, it’s dark out!” she defended, walking off like nothing just happened. “You’re on Baker Street, right?” she called from the living room. I pulled the curtain on the window at the front door. It was sheer, but it was better than having a wide open window into our little tryst. Entering the living room, I found Clara on the couch, the blinds on the back door still pulled open.

“Christ!” I hissed, darting to pull the blinds. “We’re alone in the house, but that doesn’t mean we’re completely invisible!”

She nodded, smirking up at me. “Oh, greedy greedy. You don’t want to share me with the world?” she splayed out on the couch, adorning her voice with some horrendous attempt at bourgeoisie. I leaned over her, holding my face close to hers.

“No, no I don’t.” I whispered, kissing her. She held my face, pulling me in and making a cartoony kissing noise.

“I could just eat you up,” she gleamed.

“Please do,” I leaned in closer. She pushed away giggling.

“After pizza, eager beaver,” she demanded, “You on Baker or not?” Clara looked at her phone again. I gave her a nod, grabbing the remote and turning on the television. I curled up in the corner of the couch. channel surfing. “I guess one of us should get dressed before the pizza man gets here. Unless you think I’d make a good tip,” she wiggled her ass, moving to me and curling up in my arms. She rest her head under my chin and her body shrunk 300 percent as she let out a satisfied sigh, practically melting into my curvature. I rest a hand on her side, pleasantly circling her skin with my fingertips.

“Yeah… we can wait though, yeah?” I basked in the scent of her wet hair. It was so familiar from the nights before. It was one of my favorite things about sleeping with her, going to bed smelling of her. Her father smoked and she had never gotten the smell entirely out of her clothes, even with repeated cleaning. I’ve never been a smoker, but the smell of that blend, mixed with the perfume she used to try to mask it just smelled like her. Her hair gave of notes of that mixture as well as something that truly was uniquely her own scent. Whatever it was, it calmed me, especially feeling her resting against me.

“Don’t fall asleep now,” I prodded. She replied with a silent nod, her fingers swirling lightly against my chest. Little pecks fell to my chest, one right after the other and she brushed her cheek against my chest.

“You’re my favorite, you know that?” she whispered. I kissed her head and patted her hip.

“You’re not so bad yourself,” I rasped back as she wiggled in eased delight. We were quiet then, completely silent actually, but for the occasional throat clearing and slight yawn. I eventually got up to get some clothes on, much to Clara’s disappointment. She even offered me a blowjob if I’d retrieve the pizza completely naked. I politely declined and she pretended to pout.

“Well, then I’ll just pants you while you’re signing the receipt!” she threatened. I laughed, as I sat back down, regretfully clothed. She wrapped a blanket around us while we waited.

“But then he’ll see you naked too,” I rebutted. She laughed, tapping my nose with her index finger as she pushed up to meet my face with her own.

“Oooh! Somebodies jealous!” she winked. I gave her an unconvinced smile.

“Yes, so jealous of the pizza boy,” I smirked, “Oh nooo. The pizza boy!” She stared at me, her face rather pleasant. She gave an amused smile before curling back up with me, just in time for the doorbell to ring. I stood up and she yanked at my pants. The doorbell rang again and she laughed wildly.

“Go naked!” she shrieked, laughing loudly. I held onto my pants, trying to make it to the door as the doorbell sounded a third time, “Go naked!” she repeated. I finally yanked the waistband of my shorts out of her grip and went to the door.

Opening the door, I watched behind me carefully. I had no reason to believe she wasn’t a woman of her word and that she’d be a fucking weirdo while this pizza guy was around. I took the pizzas, setting them on the stairs and signed the receipt, watching intently. I closed the door, surprisingly unmaimed by Clara.

“You had better be naked before returning to this room!” she called out, “It is the strictest of demands!” her British accent was horrible. I think she knew it. And yet she persisted.

“What are you going to do if I’m not?” I chided, already naked.

“Oh, you don’t want to know. I have… techniques!” she hissed as I came around the corner.

“Techniques?” I waggled my eyebrows, “Sounds fun.” I set the pizza on the coffee table, taking a steaming slice.

Pizza and sex. I don’t know, they just go together like, well, pizza and sex. There is certainly a threshold of pizza consumption that makes sex difficult, but there are few things as perfect as fucking, waiting for a pizza while naked and cuddling, refueling and then fucking again. She sat facing me, her smile full of pizza, her left hand a little plate. She moaned in flavor satisfaction.

“Yes! That hits the spot!” she did a micro hip dance on the couch while she stuffed her face. I spared her doing a hip dance of my own, but I echoed in consumption. We chatted over pizza, periodically stopping to actually watch what was rolling by on the television. It was light, surprisingly light, all things considered. Especially considering how tense everything felt when she had first arrived. Now it just felt like the most normal thing ever.

And it evolved naturally as a lucky drip of sauce spilled off her lip and onto her breast, a few inches from her nipple. I leaned in, finished with my own slices, licking the sauce off of her breast.

“Hey I was sav…in…” she trailed off as I made my way for her nipple, circling it with the tip of my tongue. I made no more contact with her than that. “Guess you’re still hungry,” her voice was quiet, monotone, chillingly seductive. And just like that, the tone of the night shifted again. I leaned her back, sucking at her nipple, while kneading the other. Clara called out for me quietly, almost as though she was talking to herself. Lifting from her nipple, I repositioned to kiss her, my left hand trailing down her torso. I wasn’t taking my time this time. I pressed my middle and ring finger flat, her clitoris in the groove between the fingers. A few nights in, she took the time to show me just how she liked being rubbed. It took a lot of trial and error and even now it still took some adjusting, but man did it pay off! I could feel it as her body eased into pleasure. It was like some of her muscles were unlocked. She simultaneously seemed less and more tense. I don’t have a great way to explain it. Maybe it was just that we connected well in those moments.

Regardless, her head was extended far back, neck elongated and hand clawing at the couch as she writhed around. I nibbled at her jawline, feeling her shiver, a little wave of response traversing her nerves. She cooed, her claws scanning through my hair like she was frantically searching for some lost trinket. I let my fingers trail a little further down just to feel how wet she was. To put it simply, she was very clearly enjoying herself.

I decided to let my fingers slip inside of her, easing in, circling the textured roof of her vagina, right near the entrance. She pulled me in tightly and swayed her hips, moaning with a powerful release. I continued my pace, reaching my fingers deeper, stroking her lengthwise as her hips writhed about, her thighs tightening around my hand as she gasped about in pleasure. I slowed slightly, but she shook her head violently,

“Don’t stop, don’t stop!” she pleaded. As repayment she attempted to kiss me, but she was too busy squirming to do much of a job. I started rubbing her in a circular motion, leaning down to kiss her breast, feasting on her erotically. I teased her with light nibbles, sucking with increasing force. I might have been worried about the neighbors hearing, had I been a little less engaged myself. In our fervor, we tumbled off the couch. She hung there above me on all four, hair raining down around our heads. Her hips thrashed against my fingers and she lowered a kiss to me.

“K-keep going,” trickled out of her mouth, lips soon pressed to my ear as she snacked on my ear. “Don’t stop,” she exhaled. Her hips started to slow and I could feel the walls of her pussy tightening slightly. I remember greedily taking in the sight of her as I rubbed her, knowing what was coming next, loving the fact that I had this much control over her body at the present moment. She bit down on my shoulder, her teeth tightening on me as her body was completely still. She was unmoved, like a statue, for a few moments before orgasm broke free in her body. A symphony of exasperated moans, belabored exhalations and unconscious vulgarities erupted from her body, stewing together as her voice melted, her breathing slowed and her body lowered to me. I realized that my heart may have been the one racing faster as I felt our chests vibrating together.

Cool breath like a wisp-o-willow slipped over the bite mark in my skin as she breathed out complete satisfaction. She was fulfilled and yet it only made her more hungry. She leaned up on her hands and looked down at me, her soaked pussy pressed against my cock. She sighed out again, raising her hands above her head, her curves erupting through space as they found their way down to me. My hands burned with desire, almost like an itch. They were only relieved at the touch of her skin, rounding over her hips, exploring the rhythms of her ribcage, slightly visible when she stretched like this. She pushed off and stood to her feet, helping me up. I eyed her quizzically.

“We’d better get the condoms,” she sighed. I followed along.

We spent the remainder of our night in my bed, except for the moment when I ran downstairs to retrieve the pizza. We’d fuck. We’d talk. We’d cuddle. We’d laugh. I’m sure I’ve only made recolored this memory infinitely well over time, but it was just so easy to be with her.

But I didn’t love her. Well, I don’t know if that’s the truth. I think the reality is that I didn’t know what love was. I don’t know. I feel like there’s no justifying it.

I remember walking back into the room, the sun was coming up and we hadn’t slept much. I think we dozed for about an hour, but then I woke up needing to pee. When I returned, she lay there in my bed, body splayed out and her eyes practically glowing through the early morning twilight. I crawled back into bed and kissed her cheek, being repaid with a thousand pecks on my face. I laughed as she laid her head back down, watching me.

“So,” she rasped, her voice so groggy and delightfully tired. It felt intimate to hear her voice so worn. “What are we?” she smiled, her eyes flickering between mine. She bit her lips as if to suppress laughter. Joyous laughter. I don’t know what she had expected. I know she wasn’t expecting the response I gave her, but I’m not sure how far off the mark I was.

“What do you mean?” I smiled back, hoping I could play dumb only because I knew I couldn’t play silent like I had before.

She turned over onto her chest so her face was level with mine. It took a lot for me not to stare at her ass when she did, but, considering the situation, I knew it would be in poor taste.

“I mean… what does this make us?” her face looked a little less glowing the longer I took to respond, her brow compressing with worry, the twinkling corners of her eyes fading. She went to say something more, but I interrupted her.

“College starts in like a week,” an exaggeration, but a seemingly taut reason to my mind. She was quiet as she searched my eyes, as though the meaning of my words would become more transparent, more parseable if she could just read the words off my gaze. But her gaze was infinitely readable. Hurt reverberated off her eyes, a micro frown breaking her smile, if only for a flash. I stopped looking at her, staring at the ceiling, unable to deal with what I was likely about to inflict on her.

She nuzzled me on the cheek and whispered to me.

“I love you.”

My only response was a sigh. The words read less as an exclamation and more like a question. A pleading. I rolled over to hold her in my arms as she lay there, no longer melting against my skin, no longer nestling into each crevasse. Instead, she just lay there. She was responsive enough. She still kissed me, she still even fucked me a few more times, but she didn’t cling to me any longer.

She left a few hours later and quickly found somewhere else to stay. We were in touch here and there for a few weeks after that night, but it was pretty clear to me that I had severed a tie, I had betrayed a close friend.

Yes, I have tried to contact her a handful of times since then and she’s either not responded or only replied for a few moments and then disappears again. I can’t blame her. I really wish I hadn’t betrayed her so deeply. I wish I’d been smarter, stronger, braver, whatever it would have took to make her feel as special as she was. But, regardless, I’m grateful for all of the memories. All of them. I’m a really different person today because of her.

Anyhow, I’ll spare you the emotional bullshit. Thank you for reading and for all of your positive feedback. I hope you all enjoyed it and I hope to share some shorter and less heavy sexual adventures soon. Just felt the need to get this one off my chest. Thanks again for reading!

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