Dreams of a Virgin

FRIEND AND LOVER?

They say most good relationships start out as friendships. Well, what if that one special friendship turned into more than that? Let's see.

I remembered the first time I met April. She had been dating one of my best friends for a few months. We became the best of friends. Even after they broke up, we kept in touch.

There were times when I wanted to go out with her, but I thought of her more as a sister than a friend. I didn't want to ruin our friendship.

She was very promiscuous. She was the type who liked to flirt, but she never did with me.

I would go to see her on occasion. We would catch up on what was going on with our lives. She would tell me about the guys she was seeing. Of course, I couldn't return the banter.

One day, I went to talk to her.

"Hey, Honey." We were friends, but we called each other affectionate nicknames.

"Hey, Sweetie. How you doin'?"

"Okay. I guess. I've been doing some thinking."

"About what?"

"I think I'm going to stop going out with a different man every week. I want someone who's interested in the real me. Someone who's not interested in a quick fix."

"Well, I hope you find him. I hope you have better luck than me. I can't even find a quick fix. Not that I'm looking for that. You know what I want. Someone to appreciate me for me. Someone to start off as friends first and work our way up."

"Sounds like what I want."

We talked for a while longer, and I left.

I figured the next time I went over to see her, it would be like normal. Wrong.

"Hey, Honey."

"Hey, Sweetie."

"I've been thinking about what we talked about last time."

"Uh-huh. And?"

"I found someone. He's sweet, attractive, and one of the nicest guys I've ever met. He thinks just like me."

"Great. Do I know him?"

"I think so." She inches closer to me.

"Well, who is he?"

She put her arm around me, looked into my eyes, and smiled. "It's you, Jeff."

"Me?"

"Yeah. And it works out for you too. We're already past the first stage. We're already friends. I'm not looking for the quick fix." She wraps a leg around mine. "I'm looking for the long run."

"I don't know what to say."

"Don't say anything," kissing me on the cheek. "Just sit back and relax."

She repeatedly kissed around my face, finishing on the lips. She started to take off her shirt.

"Wait a minute. Something doesn't feel right. I think of you as a sister."

"Don't worry. I'll make it feel all right," finishing taking off her shirt. She was wearing a black lacy bra. She took my shirt off.

"Oh, I just love a man with a hairy chest," rubbing her fingers up and down my chest.

"Wait. Why me?"

"Because I know you so well, and you're so nice. Besides, don't tell me that deep down inside, you didn't want me."

"Well, I'd be lying if I said I didn't. I mean, you're cute, nice, and fun to talk to."

"Well then, just think back to how much you wanted me. Now you got me. Want me to stop?"

I thought back. There was a time when I would do anything to be with her. Even when she was seeing my friend. Lately, we'd been real close friends. I didn't want to risk our friendship. Then I looked at her. Flowing jet black hair. Mocha skin. Violet eyes. Her lacy bra. I thought to my past, or lack thereof. In my mind, I flipped a coin. Heads, we stay just friends. Tails, I give in. "No." Tails.

She unfastened her bra. She took my hand, placed them on the straps, and slid them down. She took my hands and placed them on her small, yet gorgeous, breasts. She ran her hands down my pants. I got excited and shrieked out.

She took my hands and pulled her shorts down. She wasn't wearing panties. She placed my hands on her tender soft rear. She straddled my leg and unzipped my pants. She dropped them. My stiff had no problem finding a home in her.

She started to wiggle around like Jell-O. I felt all tingly. I didn't know who was moaning louder, her or me. I silenced myself by sticking my face between her breasts.

My screaming into her chest tickled her, making her squirm even more. I shook my head. Her grip was so tight; I felt her nails digging into me. I tasted her Hershey's Kiss nipples.

"Ohh! Jeff, you were the best I've ever had. I know I made the right choice with you."

"Ohh! April, I never knew I could feel like that. I love you. Will you marry me?"

"I don't know what to say. I... I..."

The phone rang and woke me up. Who was it? April, my friend. I didn't dare tell her about my dream.