nearly fired

best friend

I came downstairs that night to find her on the
couch crying. My heart melted with tenderness
and I sat down beside her, hugging her and
stroking her hair, telling her everything would be
alright. She eventually quietened down and lay
on the couch with her head in my lap. We talked
quietly about what could have been while I
stroked her hair gently. I moved down to her
shoulders and then her back. All this time we
were still talking, trying to pretend that
everything was still normal. I decided to make a
move for it and then pulled her semi upright and
then kissed her. The way she kissed me back, it
was obvious that this was what she wanted. I
knew this was just because of her emotional
state, so I really didn't want to take advantage of
her (for all those guys thinking ju-man, this was
my best friend). I disengaged my lips from hers
and laid her head back in my lap, and we
resumed talking, but now my hands, not under
my control anymore wandered down to her full,
ripe hips. She whimpered in that way women do
when they want to get fucked really bad and
buried her head in my lap. Of course, by this
time I was rock hard and she could feel it. She
unzipped my jeans, brought my cock out and
began to lick and suck it. I couldn't believe she
was doing this because she'd told me she hated
blow jobs. But soon I couldn't think about that
anymore because she was licking and sucking it
like her life depended on it. By this time, my
hands were under her dress, caressing her lovely
thighs and also her round ass. I couldn't take it
anymore after a while and pulled her upright. We
exchanged deep passionate kisses, with me
exploring her mouth with my tongue and sucking
on her delicious lips. I got off the couch,
kneeling on the ground, and pulled her dress off
in one motion over her head. She was beautiful,
those full breasts of hers spilling out of her bra.
I unsnapped the bra and went to lunch on her
hard nipples. She was letting out this deep
moans with every new thing I did. In the back of
my head I was worried someone in the house
would hear, but I didn't care. I moved lower,
kissing her stomach and then lower to her secret
place. I pulled the panties to one side and
kissed her gently, tentatively on her pussy. The
way she gasped and arched her back, I knew
that she wanted this, even more than me (if that
was possible). I pulled her panties off and
buried my head in her hot wet pussy, licking and
sucking every inch of her. Her legs started
shaking and she started crying my name. I
unsnapped my belt, pulled down my pants and
boxers and slid deep into her. She was ready for
me, dripping wet, grabbing my ass, pulling me
deeper into her. I began to fuck her, bending
down to kiss her mouth, moving down to her
breasts. She was gasping and grunting with
every thrust. In a few minutes, she began to
shake again, saying "I'm coming, I'm coming". I
couldn't believe she was cumming so fast and so
I said, "I'm not done yet, I'm going to fuck you
all night. " (Yeah right!) This seemed to turn her
on even more and she let out this tiny scream
and I could feel her pussy squeezing my cock as
she came. I fucked her right through her
orgasm, caressing her breasts and stomach as I
continued to fuck her. I felt myself getting
close, so I warned her, "I think I'm going to
come", wanting to pull out just before I came,
not wanting to come in her. She grabbed my
ass, and said "Don't stop!". I kept fucking her,
warning her as I got closer to the edge, "I'm
going to come deep inside you. I'm going to
come deep inside your pussy. " Just hearing that
made her scream, and grab my ass even harder,
crying "Give it to me, cum deep inside me. Give
it to me! Make me pregnant!" This drove me over
the edge and I came deep inside her, and with
every spurt she squealed, shuddering against
me. I buried my head in her breasts when it was
over, raising my head to kiss her gently. "I love
you", she said. I kissed her quiet and took her to
the room. We talked quietly until she fell asleep.
I left the room and went to bed, the unbearable
heaviness of guilt crushing me until sleep
brought sweet relief. In the morning, though, the
heaviness was back.