With Friends Like These
"Yes, I am sure," I said but my voice was more confident than my mind.
We were now standing at my bed, on opposites sides, looking across at each other. He hadn't said anything since I had taken both hands and pulled him from the living room into my bedroom. But he also had not broken eye contact with me either. He was as surprised by all of this as I was.
I reached down and took off my knee high boots, my favorite pair of FMB's, and my socks too. Next I quickly pulled off my t-shirt followed by my lacy black bra, all while he smiled a slight smile at me and watched my every move. Normally I would have covered my naked boobs with my arms after the bra fell to the floor, but his stare was so happy and so sexy that I just stood there with my arms at my sides. Sexy? Charles?
This was Charles, my best friend of several years, my platonic male best friend. We had shared everything with each other, no topic or piece of information was off limits. Daily texting and quick thoughts, updates on what the kids were doing, both his and mine. Boring life things, happy things and also the massive disappointments of our respective spouses. My husband was an abusive pig and his wife was a neglectful jerk. We shared everything. Except physical things, we had never been physical. It never occurred to me. He had made plenty of sexual comments, it was his type of sense of humor and it never bothered me and was usually either sweet or funny or both. I did the same to him. We did talk about sex and lately it was mostly about how neither of us was having any.
But now his eyes were darting between my eyes and my tits. He leaned down and peeled off his shoes and socks. I was trying to think what to say next when he completely surprised me by calmly walking around the bed and moving right up to me. He gently put both of his hands on the sides of my face and leaned in and kissed me. A hesitant kiss that was very brief as if he was unsure of my reaction. He pulled back, looked me in the eyes and then kissed me again but this time a little longer.
Now he softly spoke for the first time in several minutes. "Ok?" I could only smile and nod, Ok. Surprising me again he slowly moved his hands from my face to my shoulders and continued to move them down to my hips. His hands turned me around until I was facing away from him. What the hell, I thought, I was thinking the kissing would lead to more. He stepped up until his front was touching my back. Mmmm, that's better. With his right hand he moved my long dirty blonde hair away from my neck and gently kissed the side of my neck.
"Oh shit," I thought, "this is exactly what I want." My neck is one of my weaknesses. With that one kiss my pulse quickened and for the first time I noticed something else. My pussy was getting warmer and wet. He kept kissing my neck and I kept getting wetter.
His hands didn't stay on my hips for long. His left hand slowly moved up my side and found the underside of my left tit. It then came up and found my nipple. Damn, if my neck is sensitive then my nipples are simply electric. At the same time his right hand traced the waistband of my leggings and I tensed slightly waiting for it to tickle. I didn't want to ruin the mood but I usually giggle when my waist is touched there. I could feel his fingers but they were on the material of my leggings and not actually on my skin.
Then it hit me like a speeding truck. We had talked about this months ago during a seemingly nothing chat, one of thousands we had. I had told him that I was ticklish there, that even a light touch would cause me to laugh and pull away. Holy shit! He remembered this tiny thing and took great care to not tickle me. At that instant I could also recall telling him how a boyfriend forever ago made me swoon by putting his hands on both sides of my face as he kissed me and that I found solid eye contact so hot.
While these revelations were popping into my head his hands had not been idle. His hand on my left tit had awoken my nipple and he was caressing it and pulling on it a little. His lips on my neck continued to kiss me and he even worked in a few nips with his teeth which I loved. The right hand, oh that right hand, had stopped its journey in the front and slowly moved down inside my leggings. His hand touched me over my underwear for a few beats then deftly slid under the side and continued downward into my wet folds.
Through most of this I had stood enjoying myself and loving the kind of sexy touches I had not felt in forever. My husband was a gross, uncoordinated fool who couldn't walk and breathe at the same time let alone finger me while kissing me while playing with my nipples. I was in heaven, this was wonderful. But now I wanted to be more than a bystander. I also knew that if he found my clit with his fingers and rubbed it even a little, I might not be able to stand and would fall to the floor. I moved my arms from my sides to around to my back and began searching for the dick I could feel rubbing up against my ass cheeks. The soft moaning I began to hear was coming from me. He began to whisper into my ear and neck that I was beautiful, that this was so hot, that he loved my nipples. At this rate I was going to melt very soon.
