It was a typical way to end the week. Michael was driving along the Coast Highway, with me as his wing man. One last gasp of freedom before the craziness of the work week took over.
Being as fall was settling into winter, the top on Michael's car was up. Yet, while I missed the wind and salt air, I found the car's warm interior comforting and intimate. In such a setting my tongue was often loosed, and tonight was no exception.
Michael and I talked about anything and everything. His struggles with his boss, and my insecurities about life in general. Michael is my best friend. There is no one I'd rather be with.
Of course, friendship is the greatest aphrodisiac in the world to me, and after an hour had passed, I started to find a certain warmth passing through my body. I knew this was trouble, but it had been two years since I had allowed this type of feeling to lead to physical intimacy.
Not bad, two years without sex. Actually, pretty damn impressive, considering I felt this way all the time. Even more impressive, was the fact that Michael often placed his hand on my leg when we went on these drives, and nothing else had come of it.
To be fair, Michael wasn't trying to start anything. Michael is just a "touchy" type of guy, and he loves me as I love him. Yet, two years ago, on a similar type of night, I had reciprocated by placing my hand on Michael's leg. Then I touched his inner thigh, his arm, and well, you get the idea.
Eventually, Michael and I found ourselves nude on his living room floor. We didn't have sex. Well, not exactly. There was more than cuddling, though. I sucked his cock, and he mine. Finally, we managed to disengage and mutually jack off. Sigh.
Incredible memories for me now, even though shame had initially troubled me. After all, I was an unhappily married man.
Now, tonight, only good memories remained. I would give anything to go back to the night I lay nude in his arms. The sexual tension was great, and my desire deeper than mere longing.
I shared so much with Michael that night. I told him how much I admired him as a man, and how he was my hero. I felt safe enough to admit I was "the girl" in our friendship.
Michael is my rock, he makes me feel safe. I feel like a princess whenever I am with him, and yet never doubt my manhood for a moment. I would do anything to get him to lay me down, and fuck me hard. I feel so attractive and loved when I am with Michael. Yet, his sheer masculinity intoxicates me.
Physically, Michael and I are so different. I am very tall (6'5"), and have an ex-basketball player's body. My muscles are long and wiry, and my ass is small and tight. My hair is light brown, and I have pretty, kind green eyes.
In recent years, I have taken to getting professional body waxes. I want my whole body to be smooth. There is no hair on my chest, armpits, balls or ass. My dick, by the way, is quite long, average in width, and it gets very hard. My preference is for thong underwear and tight tank tops. Wearing them makes me feel hot and desirable.
Lately, I have been thinking about piercing my right tit. I often fantasize about a lover pulling my tit ring, while sucking my other tit. In fact, I play with my own tits and ass hole all the time. I love it, but it would be better if Michael were doing this stuff to me.
As for Michael ... sigh ... he is all I have ever wanted. I'm artsy, but he's a manly business stud. His tailored dress shirts, and well cut pants, frame a classic man's body that haunts me every night. His shoulders are broad, and his waist thick, but not fat.
I love how Michael takes charge when we are out shopping, or when he takes me to dinner. By the way, he always picks the perfect wine. I love how homophobe's stare at us and cohomophobes we're a couple. After all, that's what I want.
Covered in beautiful auburn hair, Michael's body is solid and comforting. I love his cock! Short to average in length, it is adorable, powerful, and quite thick. It fills out my mouth nicely. At least it did one night a few years ago.
Back to reality, here we were. Two years later, and my heart was warmed, my legs shaking, and my pants increasingly uncomfortable.
Ah, fuck, my eyes filled with tears of frustration and longing. Michael, of course, immediately noticed, and pulled his arm away in concern. I thought he misread me, as he made a u-turn and headed towards my house.
Unable to speak, I reached over and grabbed Michael's big, strong hand. Michael smiled, and I lay my head on his shoulder, while my other hand began caressing his arm.
