With Friends Like These Ch 02 1

Chapter Two

The next morning I got the kids off to school and came home to study for one of my college exams. Though I was able to focus on my work, every few minutes it would occur to me that I was in a good mood. I felt different. Content, maybe. I realized that I felt good because I had had sex and that it had been spontaneous. I liked this feeling. I had gotten fucked and it was great. By lunchtime I checked my phone and realized I had not heard from Charles. It was very unlike him. We almost always exchanged good mornings or a message of some kind to start the day. Shit, had I scared him off? Was I too aggressive? I was, wasn't I? But that grin, all of that eye contact, the deep kisses. Maybe he wasn't scared but regretted the whole thing. Damn, I was worried about this. Worried about losing my best friend. Why did I fuck this up? Almost like it was planned my phoned beeped. It was a message from Charles.

"Hey pal, I had an early doctor's appointment I forgot about then got stuck in traffic. How are you doing?"

Well, that answers that, he is still speaking to me. So far so good.

"Doing Ok, studying for the exam next week."

"Good, I know you will ace it, I believe in you." There was a couple minutes pause then his next message.

"How have you been, anything exciting happen the last day or two?"

Oh boy, he is bringing it up in a cute way but also testing me to see what I'll say.

"Yeah, a lot going on, too much to mention in one message. How about you" That was vague, let's see how he handles that.

"Actually yes, I met someone."

Huh, what? My heart sank a little. What the hell? Holy hell, what happened?

"I met this amazing woman. She is funny, brilliant, a wonderful mother and get this. She has a great ass. The best kisser I have ever found. I could look into her bottomless eyes forever."

I now understood how we were going to do this. Clever, Charles is warm, funny and clever.

"Really? Tell me more about her and how it happened." This was getting more interesting by the second.

"We had lunch together then went back to her place and I seduced her."

That little shit, he seduced me? What crap.

"Hmm, sounds interesting. But she sounds a little slutty, maybe a whore putting out on the first date."

"No way, not a whore. But she was amazing in bed. Man, you wouldn't believe it. She could be the poster woman as a perfect MILF."

Well, in fact I would believe it. But he seduced me? Bullshit, cannot let that stand.

"Tell me more about her and this amazing sex, I want to know." I really wanted to hear him say how great it was. I thought it was great, but I wanted him to tell me more.

"Hey, sorry to cut this short but I have to go. More later. Bye."

That twerp, he ended our chat on purpose, wanting to drag this out.

The next couple of days we texted each other but only briefly and only about superficial things. More and more I thought about the joy of riding Charles with sweaty enthusiasm. A couple of those times I got wet thinking about it. I snuck into the bathroom just after dinner one night and brought myself off with my fingers reliving it again. I took two fingers and pushed them deep inside myself pretending it was his cock. My orgasm was strong enough I had to keep from crying out or my kids would hear me.

But to go along with my horniness was a feeling that it was a mistake, a bad decision that was ultimately going to ruin a dear friendship. How could we share a wonderful afternoon of sweaty sex and it be both good and bad? To go along with all of these conflicting thoughts, I knew we had to talk about it but I couldn't steer our limited conversations that way. This conversation had to be face to face. To some extent it was like not wanting to wake up from a sexy dream. But something had to be done. I finally got up the courage to ask him to meet me at a parking lot half way between our homes where we had met up before.Those times were to exchange gifts or were for a quick pep talk when I needed a little emotional boost. That's what friends do.

I pulled into the parking lot the next day but strangely he was parked at the far end away from the store and of course he was early and I was late. I'm always running late. I pulled up next to him facing the opposite way, so we could talk just like the cops do in their squad cars.

"Hi, what's up?" He asked, a warm pleasant grin on his face. It was uplifting to see him smile.

"We need to talk, you know, about the other day," my voice was more serious than his and I realized I wasn't smiling. I was scared of how this conversation was going to go.

"Oh boy," he said. "From your tone of voice this sounds bad. Hold on a second."

He put his car in reverse and backed up several feet, got out of his car and got in the passenger side of my car.

"Why'd you do that?"

Charles gave me a dumb look then patiently said, "If this is serious I don't want to be talking from between two cars."

Ok, that was fair. I looked down, took a deep breath and started. Before I got a word out he leaned over and kissed my cheek. Then he kissed my lips. Then he kissed me harder. Later that night I admitted to myself that this was exactly what I was hoping he would do. I kissed him back. His tongue found mine tentatively at first and a small moan escaped my lips. HIs right hand went down to my upper leg and began to caress up and down, but mostly up. I put my hand on the back of his head pulling him into me. We kissed harder, at one point I pulled on his upper lip and tried to suck his tongue into my mouth. The tongue battle went back and forth.

My mind was fighting with my body. No, this cannot happen, cannot happen again. You came here to stop this. It will end in a flaming pile of hurt feelings and I lose him. Stop this. Stop it here. But it feels so good and it feels...right? Who knows me better and who has shown for years that they care about me? This lust is just an extension of that, isn't it? The last time we did this my body was on fire and we satisfied each other. I was walking around happy for days after the last time, wasn't I?

Without warning he stop kissing me and pulled back. Still smiling but now looking deeper at my face as if to gage something in me. Figure something out. The smile grew bigger. He turned in his seat and climbed over into the back seat of my SUV.

"Janey, please come back here with me. Please." So he was taking charge. Interesting.

Hearing him speak my name now got me horny whereas before it was just regular conversation. I didn't hesitate. I wanted this, I wanted to kiss and touch him and I certainly wanted him to touch me like before. No, I wanted more. More passion, more heavy breathing.

The next half hour was a heated and sweaty blur. I know he opened my bra and sucked on my tits for several minutes leaving them wet with his saliva. I know I played with his cock while he was doing that. But what I don't remember was how he got my shorts and undies off while also pulling off his own. He bent me over the back seat and mounted me from behind. I can cum if I ride my guy but when I need an animalistic fucking, it is doggie style all day long and that is what I got. I was so wet by now that he pushed into me all the way on the first thrust. After that he grabbed my by the hips and pounded into me. He didn't try to pace himself or focus much on technique. Charles slammed into me as powerfully as he could in the cramped back seat. My head bounced around between the two head rests as I gripped the seats. My tits were squished against the seat too. His cock was hitting the spot I needed it to but he was closer to cumming than I was. He kept pumping into me and leaned forward on my back and put his mouth by my ear.

"Can I cum, please, can I cum? Janey let me cum in you. This is sooooooo good but I need to cum in you."

"Yes, fuck yes! Do it! Give me all of it. Just like that. Just like that! Fuuuuuccckkk!"

And he did. He tensed up giving one more strong push then growled and panted. It felt terrific and I was close to happy tears. The only thing was I hadn't cum and I was really close. I wanted it but he was physically spent. Shit. Oh well. Or that is what I thought. But no, not this guy. Not this lover. He wouldn't fall short like that. He slowly pulled his dick out of me and I instantly felt empty and a little sad. But he pealed himself off my back and to my surprise I felt two fingers go straight into my pussy. Those fingers started moving not just in and out but also up and back as if he was searching around trying to find something.

Then there was more. He bent down and his tongue was on my clit. I have had a fair amount of boyfriends and a variety of sex but NEVER has a guy gone down on me after cumming inside of me. They just did not. Today was a first and I came very quickly and hard. His tongue was covered with our combined juices and so were his fingers. We adjusted our position on the back seat and were now sitting next to each other. We both leaned our heads back as our hearts returned to a normal rhythm. He then reached up and put his two fingers in my mouth and I sucked them and licked them clean. Hottest thing ever.

"Now, what did you want to talk about?" He asked.