Fantasy about a friend

Hey

Hey

Are you at home?

For a bit, pick up’s at 3

Everyone’s at school?

Or work, yeah, why?

Can I come over?

Sure, why?

Do I have to say it?

Yes

I want to watch you cum.

(laughs) OK.  When?

Now

Now?  The house is a mess.

Don’t care.

Hmmm…

I can help you straighten up after

You are so weird

I know, but the clock’s ticking, so…

Sure, come over.

OK

I haven’t shaved in like a week.

That’s fine with me.

Do you want Tony to watch?

What happens if he does?

He beats the crap out of you.

HA!  Then, no, I don’t want Tony to watch.

Whatever, some guys like it.

I don’t.

Whatever floats your boat.  Bring cash.

How Much?

$50 to watch, $100 to help, $200 to fuck.

You know I don’t like that word.

Fuck?  OK, $200 to put your penis in my vagina.

Stop it.  Don’t ruin it.

Let’s just call it what it is.

I’d rather not.

I have to, or I’d fall in love

Too late.

See!  Now don’t you ruin it.  Just get over here.

OK

Any special requests?

Sweat pants, sweat shirt, red thong, no bra. The blue toy.

Hair?

Up, in a scrunchie

Why?

Because I love your neck.

Thank you.

Any special request for me?

Yes, Take two pills

I don’t have $200

I don’t care, just come over.

Wednesday Wantings - 8/31

Summer ends Friday

Her text was a genuine surprise. She hadn't talked to me privately for almost two years, not since my innocent "Good Night" text was seen by her husband and all hell broke loose on her end. Now days it was just occasional hellos as she picked up my wife to go to the gym. 

We had never done anything, just a few texts, a flirty chat in her driveway, and a picture of her new bikini from her Outer Banks vacation. His reaction wasn't to my text, but more about his suspicions of her. She was the prettiest woman at church, athletic, outdoorsy, just a little flirty, and more than a little bit of a tease. I know he was insecure, so I backed off and let them manage it at home.

I recognized her type early in our friendship. I knew that the long eye contact and flirty looks over her shoulder as she walked away were to feed her ego, not my unholy desires. Nothing was ever going to happen, she was “all flirt and no fuck”, and so I could play along, say outrageous things, always knowing that it was just for show. She was the WWE of flirting. She'd let you jump from the ropes and knock her to the mat, but everyone knew it was all fake.

Are you ready for school? I responded.

Loading the car was my only focus. The e-waste drive was at our high school, and I was running late for their 3:00 closure.

Almost ready. Her text came back too quickly, I could use some help with a filing cabinet someone donated.

Ahh, here it is, I thought, the fake "invitation" to see her, like the "good old days" that weren't as good for me as they were for her self-esteem.

I have a car full of e-waste that needs to be dropped by 3:00. Can't Kevin help?

Again, her reply was too quick. Out of town 'til Monday

He bailed on you the 1st wknd of school?

Trade Show

Trade Show girlfriends?

Maybe, maybe not, IDGAF

Really?

Can you help me or not?

Not until 3:30

Whatever.

That wasn't her typical send-off, even after a long hiatus.

I'll try.

I stared at my phone and wondered, but not for too long. My phone then did as most phones do, it rang, I picked up, told my wife that "Yes, I had remembered the e-waste drive and I was on my way there."

I hung up, turned off the ringer, and grabbed my keys.

The line at the drop-off site was longer than expected and when I got to the front I realized why, the eager young volunteers were soliciting signatures on another misguided Green Earth initiative and half the drivers slowed the line by signing and the other half slowed it down by trying to argue the finer points of electric car battery disposal with teenagers who just recently learned to smoke pot, and were, therefore, the least able to handle the conversation.

Still need help?

I texted with shaky fingers, wondering what would happen.

She didn't respond immediately, so at least she wasn't hovering over her phone, but I went to get gas, then a $1 soda at McDonalds, then stopped at the dry cleaners, and realized that I was slowly drifting toward her neighborhood.

Yes. 8372

Now I was driving on purpose. My heart kicked up a bit.

I tapped in her gate code and dropped off the hill to the beautiful riverfront home where I parked, knocked, and waited.

Come around to the back.

The gate was unlocked, but sticky, and I made a lot of noise getting in. She rounded the corner, laughing at the racket and opened her arms for a big hug. As her arms opened, so did the cover-up she was wearing over a simple black string bikini. She looked fabulous and my eyes dropped lower than they should have if I wanted to maintain a veneer of disinterest. 

She wrapped her arms around me and pressed herself against me. I returned the gesture, and we held each other for too long.

"I'm glad you're here." she whispered, and then let me go.

She grabbed my hand and led me to the back of the house. The file cabinet sat drying in the sun, a fresh layer of paint matched her new school's colors and a bare spot for the logo in the middle.

"Is it going into Kevin's truck?"

"Eventually"

"Eventually?" I asked.

"It's not dry yet and I need to add the logo and clean out some rust from the inside."

"So, it's not ready to move?"

She smiled, "Not quite yet."

I turned around and looked at her. Then sun highlighted her hair and her cover-up was translucent and showed her slim shaped as a beautiful silhouette. 

"Then why am I here?" My voice was a combination of hope and exasperation.

She shrugged her shoulders and her cover-up fell to the hot cement.

"It's been almost two years." I said. "Why now?"

"I missed you."

"And?"

"The opportunity presented itself."

"And?"

"Kevin's being a dick."

"And?"

"I'm horny as fuck."

"Ah."

"What happens next?" I stepped closure to her and pulled lightly on the string that held her bikini top in place, "Do I strip you down, fuck you hard, and then go home to my wife, who happens to be your best friend?"

She took a half-step back, causing the string to pull further.

"I don't know."

I stayed rooted to the ground, but pulled lightly on the string, feeling it catch in that moment before the knot releases and her top falls down.

"Do I put on you on that lounge chair over there and force your legs open and kiss your sun-drenched thighs until you beg me to eat your pussy through the soaked material of you suit?" My other hand dropped between her legs and I rubbed her through the materiel.

She looked at the lounge chair, paused, then looked back at me. There was the hint of a tear in her voice even as she sighed at my knuckle’s insistent rub.

"I don't know."

I pulled the string a fraction of an inch and the knot gave way, but the sweat and suntan lotion kept the thin fabric on her chest, keeping her covered, but she gave a quick gasp and her eyes opened wide. Her hands flinched but my stare told her not to move a muscle without permission.

I stepped closer and put my hand on her hip, finding the matching strings that held what little fabric, and illusion, wrapped around her body. 

I leaned in and whispered, "Or" I breathed into her ear as I tugged lightly on the strings, "do I pull this string, bend you over, and fuck you from behind like I should have done in your kitchen two years ago?"

Her body shivered, then shook, and she wrapped her arms around me and pulled me close. She ground her hip against my hard cock then shifted our bodies so I could grind my shaft into her mound. Without pulling away, she pulled on the black strings, stripping away both top and bottom until I held her, naked, shivering, sweaty, in my arms.

"I want it all." she said, "I want it all."

Our lips met in the most ferocious kiss I have ever shared.

"Touch me." she begged.

My hands went down her back and I felt the curves of her hips.

"Deeper." I felt her breasts against my chest, my cock against her body as I took her ass in my hands and spread it wide, exposing her flesh to the hot summer sun. 

"Touch me." she pleaded.

The tip of my finger touched the tight pink pucker of her ass and pressed firmly. Not penetrating, not moving, but pressing firmly as an act of conquest. She was mine.

My hands scooped under her cheeks, and I lifted her off the pool deck and she wrapped her legs around my waist. Even through the damp fabric of my poplin shorts, I could feel her needs, her lips, her wetness.

She broke our kiss and started to talk but I silenced her with a look. I knew exactly what was going to happen next. She held on, naked, needy, wet, ready, and I walked her over to the large outdoor sofa that dominated the space next to the jacuzzi. I bent forward and laid her on her back and stood over her.

I stripped off my shirt and unbuckled my shorts.

"Last chance." I said. I wanted no second thoughts, no excuses, no regrets.

She looked up at me, naked spread, her labia pink and swollen, shimmering in the sun, shaved skin and tan lines no one but Kevin was meant to see.

"Fuck me." she said.

So, I did....

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OK, that is the "Wednesday Wanting" version. Scroll down for the real story.

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Summer ends Friday

I looked at my phone, surprised to see her name. I blocked the number, deleted the text, and turned my attention back to the baseball game.

"Who was that?" my wife asked.

"Just some junk mail." I said and pulled her to me for a kiss. "Hey, didn't Kate and Kevin give you the keys to her pool while they were gone?"

"Yes," she looked suspicious but smiled, "Why?"

I pulled her in and cupped her left breast in my hand, running my thumb over her nipple. "I thought we just might go for a swim."

"Will I need a suit?" she asked.

"Nope"

"Then, let’s go!"

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OK, that didn't happen either, Here’s the real story.

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Summer ends Friday

I looked at my phone, "OH shit!" BLOCK BLOCK BLOCK BLOCK annnnnnnnnd delete.

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Have a happy Wednesday.

 

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