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When Friends Want More

When Friends Want More

by cageyplatinum
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Amanda still worked at the same job where she had met Joshua. She was so proud of him for moving on to a better position professionally, but she was equally angry with him for leaving her there. For years now, she had more or less the same coworkers, same office, and same day to day. This included the same old Friday outing with anyone who was available at the pub near the office. She almost always invited Josh, although surely by now he knew he had a standing invitation.

Josh came when he could and often arrived after the rest of the crew, considering he was the only person coming from a different office. Amanda was always excited to see him. She watched him circle the table, giving 'hello's before coming to the empty seat across from her.

Amanda smiled at him coyly, "Hi."

"Hello," Josh replied.

They often had so much to tell each other that there was no good place to begin, so they simply locked their gazes for a few seconds while the energy between them settled. In these moments, the room may as well have been empty.

Amanda leaned over the table to talk only to Josh, "As much as I want to steal you away, we might as well socialize while we're here."

Josh leaned in just the same. Their noses were only inches apart, close enough that Amanda could see him breathing. She watched him smile softly. Josh's smile started to grow larger as he shot his hand up and grabbed Amanda's chin.

Amanda yelped, but tried to contain it and stay quiet. Coworkers shot them glances.

Looking Josh in the eye, she slowly stuck her tongue out, licking over his thumb on her chin. Her heart was racing. She could feel blood rush to her cheeks, and elsewhere.

"Do you only invite me out so you can have me to yourself?" Josh teased.

Amanda's eyes fluttered as she pretended to think of an excuse.

"Yes," she answered smiling.

They each sat back in their chair and joined the group conversation, together. After all, their coworkers were privy to their strange friendship.

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The group started to thin until it was only Josh and Amanda remaining.

"You want to move this to the bar and free up the table?" Josh asked.

Amanda nodded and they shifted themselves from their seats to the counter.

Getting another drink or two in made for interesting conversation. They were best friends and could talk for days. With the others gone, Amanda and Josh could have real conversations.

"Josh," Amanda started.

Josh turned to look at her, waiting for what he anticipated being a juicy statement. Amanda couldn't bear to face him while she asked. Josh watched her inspect the ice in her drink.

"Do want kids?" she asked.

Josh sighed and answered, "Yes."

Amanda turned to face him and continued, "Well, why haven't you two gotten started? I don't mean to pry, but I am really curious."

"I do want kids. From you, it's not really 'prying'. It's just -- For a while, we weren't really in a great spot financially to have kids," Josh trailed off.

Amanda piped up, "Not for nothing, you make double or triple what I do."

"Yes. Now. I also used to have your job which doesn't pay great. And Cayla's job doesn't pay great. Plus, she had to go back to school and now she wants to open her own business and be in charge of herself," Josh said as he grew exasperated.

He sighed and continued, "We've spent so many years avoiding having kids. I think we're stuck there and, not to be rude to Cayla, but we're the same age. We're going to be 40 soon."

"You have literally years until you're 40," Amanda chided.

"Four. I know it's possible to get pregnant in your 40s, but I'm pretty sure it's not as safe. And I don't want to be an old as hell dad," Josh paused. "A kid when I'm 42 would mean I'm 60 at their graduation. Sixty!"

"You think it's going to take you six years to convince her?" Amanda asked.

"No, but I want more than one."

Amanda nodded. Their conversation lulled as she leaned her head on his shoulder in support. Support for him emotionally, and support for herself physically. She was pushing past tipsy at this point in the evening.

"If it weren't for our spouses, I'd-," Amanda stopped herself and sat upright, pulling herself off Josh.

Her face contorted as she came to terms with saying that out loud and with what was coming next. Aside from their mild handsy adultery, they've always respected each other's spouses. Really, they encouraged each other to have good marriages, no matter how torn they felt internally.

Amanda sighed deeply.

"What?" Josh prodded her to continue.

"The start of that sentence came out really terrible sounding, and the other half isn't much better," she cautioned.

"The first half was pretty unforgettable, so, put me out of my misery here and just tell me," Josh replied.

Amanda dropped her head into her hands, resting her elbows on the bar. Again, she couldn't bear to look at Josh and finish her thought.

Amanda started again, speaking calmly and clearly, "If it weren't for our spouses, I'd let you knock me up today."

Silence filled the space between them, each processing the information.

Amanda explained with a sigh, "A year or two ago I was trying to figure out why you didn't have kids yet. I think you'd be a great dad, and the thought popped into my mind: 'I'd let Josh knock me up today.'"

"But you have a husband. And you're not knocked up," Josh noted.

"Correct. I can't trust him with that yet. I think the comparison is what pulled the idea out of me."

Josh ushered for her to continue.

"When I hit 25, for whatever reason, I became baby crazy. Every month, like clockwork, all I can think about for a week is getting pregnant ASAP. And I found it very weird because I was not at all ready to have a baby with my husband. I still find it weird. You were the very obvious next choice for my very horny brain to think about."

Amanda studied Josh's every facial expression, looking for a sign that he hated the idea or that he really wanted her to shut up.

Josh took a deep breath before responding, "I'd love to knock you up. Today."

Amanda's face dropped, "You can't do this to me."

Josh defended himself, "You're making it sound like it's a threat and not something you brought up."

"No, I mean you are going to drive me absolutely crazy! Now there's really nothing stopping my fantasizing about you getting me pregnant!" Amanda said with a laugh.

Josh's mood turned cheeky, "You've been fantasizing?"

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"Shut the fuck up," Amanda chastised him as she rolled her eyes. "We've done everything possible to each other that doesn't technically involve hitting any of the bases."

"Okay. True," Josh conceded.

The pause in their conversation finally gave them a moment to stare at each other. There was a far deeper, more consuming lust between them than ever before. Amanda felt her face flush; She had to break the silence.

"And to bare more to you: it is my baby crazy week... and that's half the reason it drove me so wild earlier when you grabbed me by my chin."

Josh quickly asked, "What's the other half?"

"How much I normally like you," she confessed.

Josh nodded in understanding. Amanda watched his face turn to a huge smirk as his effect on her sunk in for him.

"I drive you crazy," Josh announced smugly.

"Are you stupid?" Amanda retorted. "I thought you were the smarter of the two of us. Do you need me to list examples?"

Before Josh could reply, she added, "Maybe a baby with you would be a bad idea. I wouldn't want our kid to be this dumb."

Josh scooted his stool closer to Amanda's, leaving no space between them. He smiled so wide it made Amanda worry about what was going on in his head.

Josh wrapped his arm around Amanda's waist, squeezing her in. Half due to their position, and half naturally, Amanda rested her head back on his shoulder.

She whispered to him, "You smell great."

"You should elaborate. I'd love examples," Josh told her.

"Well, as mentioned, you make far more money than me, for a reason. I saw the papers they had you reading for the firm. They are way out of my expertise," Amanda said wistfully.

She continued, "I loved watching you work. It would make my day. Did you know you bite your bottom lip when you concentrate? Or you roll it between your thumb and finger. It's the one reason I'm glad you were only there on a contract: I am far less distracted now at work."

As she talked, Josh slid his hand all the way around her waist. Squeezing her a bit closer, his hand could reach the front of her body. He slipped his thumb under her shirt's hem and grazed the skin above her hip bone.

Amanda rambled on, "And you look so fucking hot in a suit and tie. I could stare at you for hours. After work when you take your tie off and undo the top buttons... it drives me crazy. I always want to undo the rest."

Amanda's breath hitched in surprise at Josh's touch. Her stomach tightened and her hips moved as she tried to shimmy away from the sensation. She managed to get away from his thumb, but the shift only brought her closer to Josh.

"Keep talking," Josh told her. "I like hearing it."

"Fuck you," Amanda whispered to him.

Josh whispered in return, "We've covered that you want my babies. So, keep talking."

"Now it's multiple babies?" Amanda asked jokingly.

Amanda didn't realize Josh had gained more leverage around her. He timed his touch with his reply perfectly: Josh moved his whole hand under Amanda's shirt. His hand was big compared to her; it covered most of her stomach.

"Could you stop after just one? Because I think you'd come back for more," he said as he slipped his pinky into the waist of her jeans.

Amanda giggled. She could feel the heat of his hand touching her stomach. She was so turned on; all of her focus was spent trying to look normal at the bar. To anyone else, they looked like two love birds canoodling at the bar, she hoped.

"I'll admit that I've thought about knocking you up too," Josh told her.

Amanda took a deep breath and moaned softly on the way out, still trying to keep her composure.

"When you came over my house, I couldn't stop thinking about how easy it would have been to get your shorts off. And how hot it would be to knock you up. We sat together on the couch and it felt perfect. I haven't been able to shake it," he explained.

Amanda was listening, but barely. Her chest was heaving as she breathed trying to keep herself under control. She was leaning hard into Josh's side and his hand felt red hot on her stomach. The heat traveled down her body and spread into her thighs.

"And I don't think I could stop after just one. So yes, it'd be babies. Plural," he continued.

Amanda finally had a coherent thought.

"How many?" she asked.

"Hmmm," Josh said aloud.

He took advantage of his moment to think by making things more difficult for Amanda. He pushed his hand slightly further down Amanda's pants until he could just barely reach her bush. He wiggled his pinky around, making certain she knew where he was. Amanda's hips shifted around trying to usher Josh further in and avoid him at the same time.

"Don't worry about 'how many'," he answered.

"Josh," Amanda moaned out, gritting her teeth to keep quiet.

She knew it was a bad idea, but her desire took over; She slid a hand onto Josh's thigh and around to the inside.

Josh groaned quietly.

Moving her hand up his leg slowly, Josh was rock hard. She found his cock and rub it softly through his pants making him take a deep breath in. Josh's body tightened, squeezing her harder and pushing firmly against her stomach.

Now they were both breathing heavy. It was too much all together: the mutual touching, the mutual admissions.

Josh suddenly disentangled himself from Amanda and stood. Amanda couldn't help herself from looking at his hard-on through his pants. He grabbed his wallet and tossed cash onto the bar. From the looks of it, far too much cash, but it didn't surprise her. She knew he wanted them to leave immediately.

Josh dragged Amanda outside by the wrist. She was half-worried the staff would call the police, except she was giggling the whole time. He pulled her around the back of the building. Amanda could barely keep up with him at the pace he was walking. When they hit privacy, Josh pushed her against the wall.

Amanda felt Josh's hand run up her back and grabbed a handful of her hair just above her neck. Josh pulled slightly to test his grip. Amanda's giggles switched to squeaks; it hurt, but not much. He had just enough grip to keep her where he wanted. His other hand ran up her body, feeling over her hips, under her shirt, and paused with his hand wrapped around her ribs.

Amanda moaned. She tried to press forward and kiss Josh, but his tightened grip on her hair kept her in place. Josh smirked with a laugh after hearing her whimper. He moved his face closer to hers, slowly. Again, she tried to move forward, but expecting it, Josh's grip on her hair was even tighter and approaching painful. He yanked her back to the wall. Amanda moaned more, the pain and pleasure blending together.

"What are we doing here?" Josh asked.

"I want to kiss you," Amanda whined, looking at him with doe eyes.

Josh let his arm slack some. She leaned closer to him again. Once more, he pulled her back. She whimpered in frustration.

"Yes, but that's been strictly off limits," Josh reminded her.

"But then we talked about how fucking good it would be if you knocked me up. We both want it," Amanda replied, pulling out all the stops.

Josh looked down at her, taking in how desperate and turned on she looked, "You're drunk."

"Yes. And you were between my legs two weeks ago," she added.

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Josh kept his grip in her hair, holding her head tilted back. He hummed as he thought. Wriggling in his grasp, Amanda watched his eyes light up and the hums ceased. He smiled softly and leaned in to her neck.

"You'll love my idea then," Josh whispered to her.

Amanda's eyes widened in anticipation. His breath sent a tingle down the side of her body. Josh stood up straight and she felt him adjust his hand in her hair. She watched his whole demeanor shift. It was more dominant, more sinister.

Smoothly, Josh asked, "Have you heard of hypnosis?"

"Yes... Do you think I live under a rock?" she answered emphatically.

"Cut the attitude." Josh clenched and unclenched his hand, pulling her hair to remind her of her predicament. Amanda winced without taking her eyes off him.

He explained his plan, "This is not exactly hypnosis. I need you to focus really hard. I'm going to count down from 10 and say 'Go', and I want you to orgasm for me. I'll talk you through it. The thing is, I'm not going to touch you any more than I am now. You're going to come because I'm telling you to."

Amanda laughed briefly, balking at the boldness of his plan. She knew he was serious.

"I don't know about that," Amanda said dubiously.

Josh moved around to whisper into Amanda's ear, "Try it with me."

She nodded 'yes'.

Josh laughed as he tightened his fist to pull her hair, "You know you need to speak up. I want to hear you say 'Yes'."

Amanda grunted and rolled her eyes but obliged, "Yes. Okay. We can try. You're lucky you look so hot in a suit."

Josh shifted back to face her, smiling and looking directly into Amanda's eyes. With the grip in her hair, he held her in place. She could see concentration in his eyes as he bit his lip.

Taking a deep breath, he started, "Ten."

Amanda was still doubting whether this could work, but would do anything to get closer to him. She took a deep breath, mirroring Josh, and exhaled her disbelief.

"Nine," he said, trailing his hand down from her ribs to the waist of her jeans.

Her body warmed as her mind slipped into the fantasy. Amanda moaned sweetly and moved towards him before Josh pushed her back against the wall.

"Relax, Amanda. Focus on how much you want this," Josh instructed.

Amanda closed her eyes. It was crazy to think this would work, but she could feel herself fixating on Josh's every word. She was breathing faster, but still deeply. The combination of calm and arousal felt unfamiliar.

"Eight."

Josh started to move his fingers back and forth across her stomach, gliding across the top of her jeans.

Amanda whimpered as she exhaled, wanting more. She leaned her head back resting it on Josh's hand.

"Seven. I want you so bad. I want to feel you come in my arms."

Amanda moaned. The world felt so distant. The only things her senses could notice were Josh. He hooked his index finger into her pants, toying with the top of her panties. The sensation shot through her body.

"Six. You can do this, for me."

"Five. After 'one', I'll say 'go'."

Amanda whimpered loudly. She wanted more, but she wouldn't disobey Josh. She was going to follow through with this idea. Every number Josh counted made the sensation in her pussy stronger.

Josh wrapped his hand around Amanda's hip, holding onto her firmly. He could feel her breathing even heavier. Amanda wasn't thinking of much.

"Four. Look at me."

Her eyes fluttered open. Their gazes were locked. Everything outside the two of them was fuzzy to her. Amanda took in every word Josh said and awaited the next instruction.

"Three."

"Two. Are you ready?"

Amanda could hear Josh clearly, but she was completely lost in her own head. Not a single other thing existed to her besides the two of them, intertwined. Amanda had seen Josh's dominant side before, but this was the most intense she'd ever experienced. She whimpered quietly.

"One. Close your eyes. Relax with me. Focus on how you feel."

Josh felt Amanda lean into him slightly more.

"Always a good listener," Josh whispered to her.

Timing it perfectly, Josh tightened his grip on Amanda, pulling her in closer. He was anxious to see this through and anxious that it might disappoint Amanda. This was for the both of them; They were trying this together. He took a deep breath to steady himself. Not even he knew what to expect.

"Go," Josh told her.

Amanda felt the anticipation reach its crest. Her body pulsed and the air rushed out of her. She moaned as her muscles contracted, squeezing her legs together. Buckling forward into Josh's chest, she was reminded of his grip on her hair. The surprise pain and being held so firmly added another layer of intensity. Josh pulled her hips in closer to keep her upright. Wetness pooled between her legs and blood pounded in her clit and nipples.

Amanda wasn't thinking about much, but she could feel she was close to orgasm. She let out a long, frustrated moan; the feelings were subsiding but she wasn't quite getting there. As her body slowed down and started to relax, a flurry of emotions passed through her. She whimpered desperately. She wanted to orgasm so badly, for Josh, and for herself.

Josh loosened his grip on her, holding just enough to keep her standing. Amanda leaned into him, resting until she had the presence of mind to talk. She lifted her head and finally looked at Josh.

"Hi," Amanda said.

"Hello," Josh replied, waiting for anything else Amanda had to say.

He seemed so pleased. Amanda had to give him the bad news.

Her face fell into a pout as she told him, "I'm disappointed."

Josh's face screwed in confusion.

Gently, he asked, "What are you talking about?"

"I didn't orgasm. It was close, but no," Amanda admitted in defeat.

Josh shook his head dismissively and gave her a huge smile.

"Amanda, you couldn't be more wrong. I would have loved if you did, but I'm just excited we can get you so close while I barely touch you," Josh playfully explained.

Amanda thought for a moment. Josh looked deviously and deliriously happy. Almost proud, even. She tried to see it as a success.

Josh continued to explain, "Seeing you just now was amazing to watch. I think if we practice, I can definitely make you orgasm."

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