A Birthday Surprise For Sam

He's upset with me. I can tell. Maybe he has a right to be. It's almost 7:00pm and I haven't called. I haven't texted. I haven't seen him and I haven't wanted to either... but I also think he'll forgive me.... I hope...

We've been friends for a long time, too many years to count really. I met Sam in college and we were instant friends but we never dated. He was busy with different organizations and had a serious girlfriend who happened to be a good friend of mine also. Sometimes the three of us would hang out and Sam went out of his way to make sure I didn't feel like the third wheel. I was there for them both when they finally broke up senior year, getting jobs in different cities, they didn't think they could make it work. I lost touch with the friend, but Sam and I - our friendship has blossomed. Kind of like I have over the years.

I wasn't very popular in school. Smart and cute, sure, but very quirky which wasn't cool at the time. I went on a few dates, but nothing serious and my only sexual experience was with a guy I met from our rival university. Let's just say we didn't click. After college, I moved to Baltimore and started working for an engineering firm and Sam was right down the road in DC. We'd talk throughout the week and hung out at least once a month on the weekends. One night, after having one drink too many, I offered up "the Pact". You know, the one where if we weren't in a serious relationship or married, we'd give it a shot ourselves.

Giggling, I sipped my drink again, but when I looked up and met his eyes, there was something different there. Something I hadn't seen before, at least not directed my way. He wasn't laughing, there wasn't a hint of a smile and for some reason I felt my skin start to prickle. He held my gaze, leaned in close and whispered "why wait..." his lips grazing my ear as he spoke.

Shit. It was the sexiest moment of my life and he'd barely touched me. Did I gasp? Shit. I could feel my nipples tighten and I know I shifted on my stool. He raised his hand to touch my cheek, let his finger trail down to my lips, and I shuddered.

"Hmmm..." I responded. Not very glamorous but it was really all I could do.

He smiled, just a little. Dropped his hand to my knee and causally agreed to my pact. I wanted to suck on the finger that just burned my lip. I wanted to jump into his lap and kiss him. I wanted to feel his lips on every inch of my skin. I wanted his hand to slide up my thigh and caress everything he could find under my skirt. What I wanted, however, I kept inside, and his hand left my leg and went back to his glass.

It's been 5 years since then, and we've continued to talk, but not as often. We hang out occasionally, but not like that first year after college. Sometimes we talk for hours, falling asleep on the phone, but life is busy. Girlfriends and boyfriends have come and gone, and as it stands today, we are both single again.

A few days ago we talked about his birthday coming up and decided we'd celebrate together. It fell on a Friday this year and I told him I'd come by around 7pm and to be ready. Over the last 48 hours, I've had a lot of time to think. That "Why Wait" of his rooted inside me and has grown. Nurtured by our talks and closeness. I want to make this birthday unforgettable, and in the morning, I hope everything will be different in the best way possible.

My one worry is that I still am a bit akward. I'm not that good at flirting and that's probably how I dropped the ball with him before. I've learned from experience though, and I'm hoping that my plan is a good one. For success, it will definitely require him to be an active participant. I don't think I can pull it off alone.

7:00 on the dot.

As I raise my knuckles to the door, I take a deep breath. It opens before I can touch it. Sam's there - he must have been waiting for me. Oops. That's not exactly happiness to see me in his face. I think he might even be glaring at me. Another steadying breath... don't crack, hold it together.

"Hi Handsome, happy birthday" I say in what I hope sounds like a soft but playful purr. His eyes aren't on my face though, and I can tell he's taking in my attire. It's warm for a mid-September evening in DC, and I'm wearing a black dress that hits me mid thigh, that flares at the waist, has a low cut square neckline and is sleeveless. I'm waxed and went to the nail salon for a pretty pink mani/pedi. My makeup is light, but I am wearing a rich rose colored gloss and a heavier mascara than usual. I don't wait and invite myself in, adding a bit more of a sashay to my hips than usual.

"Thank you" he says slowly. I don't dare look at him again just yet, and put my paper bag of goodies down on the counter, setting my denim jacket on the back of a chair. I reach into my bag, grab the bottle of Patron, two shot glasses and a lemon. Finally meeting his eyes, I can see the glare is gone and something else is forming. Interest?

"I thought we could have a bit of fun first," I say, swirling the bottle in small circles. "Grab the salt." I direct him. Silently he approaches, stands next to me and reaches slightly behind me. I didn't even notice the salt was right there. His arm brushes mine as he brings it forward, dangling it my face. "And I knife." I try to appear unfazed, but his touch makes me so warm. He sighs and brings over a knife. I slice the lemon up into half wedges, pour our first shots and hand one to Sam. " Here's to another great year, and an amazing night" I say, unable to make my voice sound anything but nervous at this point.

He gives me a slight smile as I lick between my index finger and thumb, pour the salt clink glasses with him and down the warm liquid.

I picked Tequila because I seem to be able to tolerate it pretty well, it's got a fun process associated with it, and I'm almost guaranteed to have more sexual courage when drinking it. It burns just a bit as it runs down my throat and I grab a lemon wedge ready to chase when I realize I already have one at my lips. Sam is holding it, ready for me, and I grab it with my teeth, bite and suck.

He's moved from interest to amused now. I'm not sure if this is good for my plans, but it's better than him being mad. We take one more shot before I go back into my bag of tricks. Bluetooth speaker. On my phone, I pull up a playlist I made just for tonight. "We need some music, right?" I say starting the first song. "Sure" he replies. He's moved over to the couch, but hasn't turned on the TV. I bring over the bottle and the fixins. "So, there are a few things I was thinking," I say casually, sitting down next to him, our legs touching. "We can go out to dinner."

"Not hungry" he says quickly.

"Okay, we can go to our lounge.." I say without enthusiasm and he just makes a non-committal sound.

"Or, maybe, we can have a sleepover." I say it a little too quickly and he remains silent although I can tell he tensed. Now or never I think, and I turn towards him.

Raising myself off the couch slightly, I hook my right leg over his so I'm seated on one of his knees, facing him. My hands move to his waist and I lean forward so my cheek is in the crook of his neck. I take in his scent, clean and light and a little woody. I let my lips trail across his collarbone before softly kissing the base of his neck. My fingers moving up his sides, across his shoulders to his chest. He hasn't moved an inch. I pull back, looking into his eyes again. I can't tell what he's thinking. Committed to this path, I shift so I'm fully straddling his lap, sliding forward so we are as close as possible before saying "I've never stopped thinking about it... and I don't want to wait anymore..."

Shit. I start to close my eyes and I can feel my cheeks warm up.

I don't know which happened first, the hands palming my face and pulling me in for our first kiss, or the jump of his dick which now seemed to be straining to meet me through his jeans. As we kissed, his hands dropped to my ass, finding their way under my dress, squeezing and pulling me even closer. Still wearing my heeled sandals, I reached back to take them off before moving my hands under his shirt, pulling it up so I could wrap my legs around his bare skin.

I wasn't wearing any panties.

He groaned and leaned down to kiss the tops of my breast which were pushed up and ready for him. I could feel my large nipples pushing towards him and the moisture starting between my legs. Pausing to pull his shirt over his head we kissed again, hands going everywhere.

There was more to my plan than this though. I took another breathe and stood up on shaky legs. "Do you trust me?" I ask, backing away a few steps. He nods and I say, "let's go to your room then." After a moment of hesitation, he nods, stands and waits for me as a grab my goodie bag from the counter.

Sam grabs the Tequilla, salt, glasses and bowl with the lemons. He sits on the side of the bed, looking at me with what could be reservations. He needs to know I'm serious. I tell him to scoot towards the center of the bed. He follows my directions without a word. I tell him to close his eyes. He does and I climb on the bed behind him, tying my folded silk scarf over his eyes. A smile comes to the corner of his lips. He doesn't reach for me though.

I straddle him again and push him back towards his pillows. I unbutton his jeans and he lifts his hips giving me easier access to pull them down and off. I contemplate if I'm ready to remove his tented boxers and decide to follow the theme of the night. Why wait.

Off come the boxers and I stand by the bed admiring him. A minute passes and I haven't made any more moves. I can tell he's trying to be cool, but the vulnerability of being completely naked, blindfolded and knowing someone is watching has to be hard. I wait another few seconds before I touch him. I take his hand, bring it to my lips and and lick each of his finger tips. Turning his hand palm up, I sprinkle salt pour another shot and suck the salt off before taking the shot. I squeeze the lemon juice in his belly button and drink it out, careful not to touch him anywhere else. So warm.

I want to explore every inch of him. My fingers trace lines for my lips to follow. He tries to touch me twice, but I smack his hand and he stops. By the time I get to his groin, his muscles are contracted and I can see pre-cum glistening as it runs down the shaft. Irresistible. My thighs are wet. My nails etch circles around his inner thighs as I lick off the pre-cum and when I take him into my mouth, I know his hands will find me. They do. I feel them in my hair, urging me to take more. I think he's trying to be gentle about it, but that's not what I'm going for at the moment.

I start to suck and lick, using my hands to add to the sensation. I want him to know how much he's turning me on so I turn my body so I'm hovering over him as I continue to pamper his dick. His hands automatically go to my thighs and I know when he realizes how wet I am. His thumbs revel in the wetness and move closer to my center before one finger unexpectedly runs down from my clit to enter me. He doesn't move it, just leaves it there and I've frozen as well. Carefully I remove my mouth and kiss the tip. He turns his finger as he pulls it out before he moves it, way too slowly, back in.

I shudder and involuntarily rear back slightly.

"Can I take this off now?" His first words in who knows how long, but I'm stubborn. "No" comes my husky reply. I remove his finger, reluctantly and reach for the last thing in my bag.

Seated next to him now, knees folded under alongside his chest, I move the cupcake towards his mouth. It smells delicious. "Happy Birthday" I say softly as he adjusts his position to take a bite. I lean forward to remove his blindfold. I grab the hand that made me shiver and gently suck the finger tip again before wrapping and tying the scarf around the wrist. His eyebrow shoots up but he remains silent. I straddle him again and he turns over his other arm, anticipating my plans.

"This is.... Different," he says slowly. "A bit," I reply as I loop the scarf through the bar on his headboard, "but, I thought you might like it..." I finished as I secured his second hand. "Comfortable?" I question, retrieving the cupcake. He just grunts a bit as I give him another bite and lick the crumbs from his lips.

This was the hard part. He was staring at me now. Waiting to see what I would do next, and truthfully, I wasn't quite sure. Although it probably seems silly, I became a bit self-conscious now that we were face to face, and I was in a position of power. I wanted to be seductive, but I started second guessing myself. Flushing slightly I asked if he wanted another shot. He agreed and as I poured them he said "come here".

I leaned forward again so my ear was near his mouth.

"Take off your dress." It was almost a command, but I was grateful that he was keeping things moving along. I obeyed and pulled the black dress over my head. All I was wearing now was a black bra. I took that off too before he could ask.

My nipples tightened under his gaze and I took my shot with no preparation. He was too relaxed. I went back to tracing circles on his body, hoping for a reaction but he remained still. I leaned down and kissed the skin around his nipples before suckling them gently. Just a slight change in breathing. I looked up at him and I think he actually smirked at me.

Moderately frustrated, I forgot about him for a moment and focused on getting myself back on track. I turned my attention back to his dick which was still hard. I played with it gently, grazing my nails up and down the shaft. Facing away from him, I began to kiss him there, rubbing icing along the tip and licking him clean. He was tensing and I could tell he was pulling on the scarf a bit.

Very wet, I slide one leg over his groin so I was in reverse cowgirl, positioned over his dick. I lowered myself slowly, until we were just touching and moved back and forth, lubricating him. His hips rose up to meet me and I smacked his thigh. "No. Patience..." I let the word linger in the air as I continued to play above him. Another inch lower and the tip of his dick pushed between my lips. I stayed there, my body involuntarily clutching what I could of him as a moan escaped from me.

His breathing was harder now, and he tried moving again. I was balanced with my hands on his thighs and I squeezed them trying to keep control. Finally I lowered myself down all the way, my ass smacking against his abs.

"Fuck.." was that him, or me... maybe both. I still didn't look back at him. I could feel him in my belly. It had been months since I'd been with anyone and he was filling me up in all the best ways. Still focused on my own pleasure, I slowly began to move up and down. Leaning forward slightly, I could feel him more deeply. I rocked as soft moans filled the room. I could see where our bodies were meeting in rhythm to the music still playing through my speaker. So fucking sexy. I reached between his legs, spread them wider with my elbows and tickled his inner thighs, caressed his balls and teased his perineum as I grinded erratically on his dick.

Sam was fighting behind me, but I didn't care and reveled in the feel of him. After another jerk I felt his hands connect with my waist and it was then when I finally turned back to look at him. The look in his eyes made my body clench up and we both gasped. He began to dictate the pace and flow, moving me up and down, the sound of our lovemaking wet and loud. I began to move my hips around creating new sensations and he smacked my right cheek hard as I moved up, causing me to cry out and drop recklessly down his shaft.

His hands cupped my breasts as he sat up beneath me, tweaking my nipples as I bore down on him harder. With my back touching his chest, one hand continued to caress my breast as his other dropped to my clit, rubbing with purpose as his lips kissed my neck between whispers of what he wanted to do to me next. The build up was quick and I slammed down as hard as I could with his hold on me, my pussy clenching and body pulsing with my climax.

He wrapped me in his arms, scooted us off the bed before turning around and leaning me over it. Legs feeling like jelly but knowing he wasn't quite done, lifted my ass in the air and gave it a little twerk. "You're something else," he said with a smile in his voice. I laid my head to the side on the bed and smiled back at him. As he leaned in for a kiss, his dick pushed inside and I sighed into his mouth. Lifting my hips further in the air, my knees bent on the mattress, Sam gently pulled my arms behind me, holding them at my lower back...