A Friend In Need

I know this is a little long, but this just happened last week and I wanted to share it...

I have had quite a busy few weeks and was really looking forward to some down time, after my week-long trip to Hong Kong. The meetings and presentations were over and now it was just a matter of getting my body back into the right time zone. Usually, I can adjust fairly well, but on night two, after my trip, I knew I would have a difficult time sleeping. After dragging myself through the first half of the day, I was able to leave the office early. I got home, with the intention of a little self pleasuring, before the kids got off the bus, but I didn’t get much further than taking my shoes off, before I hit the bed and fell fast asleep. When I awoke, 1½ hours later, I knew the quick power nap was going to wreak havoc on my sleep that night.

With the kids having school the next day, I got them to bed on time and settled in for a little web surfing and then hopefully, just a few minutes with a good book, until I could fall asleep. At almost 10pm, my phone rang. Now, most people know that I am an early to bed, early to rise kind of girl and never call me past 9pm. I glanced at the caller ID, didn’t recognize it, so I decided to let the machine get it.

I pressed screen on the handset, to listen to the message and I recognized the voice right away. It was Mark. Mark was one of my oldest and best friends in college, and no, we never dated. I had more guys friends in college than girl friends, I always found that I could trust my guy friends more and Mark, was at the top of the list. He was like a second big brother and not only did he look out for me, he was my shoulder to lean on.

It turned out that Mark was passing through town, when his connection flight was canceled. He had tried a few of the airport hotels, but they were already booked and he was hoping to sleep on my sofa for the night. After berating him for not telling me he was passing through, I told him I would come and pick him up. He said he would take a cab and I told him to stop being ridiculous - the cab fare to my place would be outrageous. He told what me the number was, for his new cell and I told him that I would call when I got close.

I called my neighbor across the street, explained the situation and asked if she wouldn’t mind coming over for an hour, to watch the kids. Then I climbed out of bed and realized that I looked like death warmed over. I quickly threw on some sweat pants, pulled a sweat shirt over my night shirt, combed my hair and hurried downstairs in time to let Mrs. H in. When I opened the door, I happened to notice a flash of lightning off in the distance. Mrs. H, a retired school teacher, said she had been watching the weather and it looked like a couple of pop up thunderstorms were heading this way, but that it shouldn’t be too serious.

As I neared the airport, I gave Mark a call and he told me to pick him up on the departure level, as there was less traffic. The timing couldn’t have been worse. As my car climbed the ramp, it started to rain. The bad thing about the upper deck at this airport, was that the overhang of the building only covered the kerbside parking. I could tell from the line of cars, that kerb side would not be an option.

I spotted Mark and double parked, hoping he could toss his bag in the back seat and hop in. I opened my window and called out to him, I definitely didn’t feel like getting out of the car and waving to him. Luckily, he saw me, but as he ran to the car, he slipped on the wet asphalt and went down in a heap next to the car. I quickly hopped out, but by the time I got around the car he was already up and opening the door to toss his bag in.

“Get back in the car,” he laughed. “You’re getting soaked!”

I ran back around to the driver's side and climbed in, at the same time Mark did.

“Well, look what the cat dragged in.” I chided. “Nice footwork out there twinkle toes.”

“Thank you, I’m here for your entertainment.”

We gave each other a quick hug, before security started blowing a whistle at me to get moving.

“You got drenched,” Mark said.

“Yeah, it feels really uncomfortable,” I replied. “I’m going to pull over up ahead and take my sweatshirt off, if you don’t mind.”

“Not at all. I’m just glad I caught you at home. Thanks for coming to get me.”

“You lucked out, I just got back from a big presentation in HK, day before yesterday. Still a bit jet lagged, but I’m wide awake right now.”

I pulled off onto the shoulder when the traffic thinned out and without thinking, lifted my sweatshirt up over my head. I said without thinking, because I had not only forgotten that I had my night shirt on underneath, but I didn’t put my bra back on! My lightweight night shirt clung to my damp sweatshirt and lifted up right along with it exposing my bare chest to Mark. The cool air from the A/C blowing on my slightly damp skin made me realize my predicament rather quickly, but I couldn’t recover quite quickly enough.

“Hey Vic, watch out! You could poke an eye out with those things, if you’re not careful.”

That was Mark, always trying to lighten the mood to prevent me from being embarrassed. If the dome light had been on, he would have seen the three shades of red on my face. Oh well, I laughed it off as best I could, but I couldn’t tell if the goose bumps I felt were from the cool air on my bare skin, or just the thought of exposing a bit of myself to Mark.

We made small talk on the drive home and he asked me how things were going, if I was seeing anyone. I told him that not only was I not seeing anyone, but I wasn’t sure how I would ever find the time, between my work, travel and my two children.

“I know what you mean,” Mark replied, nodding his head.

“What do you mean? Are you and Susan having problems?”

Susan was Mark’s wife, of 8 years and they had two beautiful daughters who were 4 and 2. Susan was a very attractive woman, but I told Mark, when they were dating after college, that I thought she was going to be high maintenance. He didn’t believe me before the marriage, but he certainly did afterward. We used to talk frequently during the first couple of years of their marriage, but I think Susan began to resent our friendship. We hated to let things slip away, but to protect his marriage, we limited our phone calls to birthdays and Christmas.

“Susan and I kind of separated last month,” Mark slowly replied.

“What do you mean, ‘kind of’?”

“Well, I still live in the house, but we don’t sleep in the same bed anymore.”

He told me how, after their second daughter was born, Susan became obsessed with regaining her pre-baby body. She said it was for him, but their sex life was going downhill too. Mark is a proud guy and I knew this was tough for him to admit to me, so I held my tongue in the ‘I told you so department’. He told me they'd had a great and active sex life before the marriage, but after a few months of being married, things changed. She no longer wanted to perform or receive oral sex and was not very vocal any more during love making.

He said the only times it got better was when she was pregnant. The hormones pumping through her body made her act like her old self. I knew that feeling well… I was so horny during those couple months, that it didn’t take any effort at all for me to cum during sex.

Mark said the sex was only part of it. With her constant focus on herself and the girls, he felt like an afterthought - just the guy who brought home the paycheck. They had a few knock down verbal fights and that’s when he was asked to move into the spare room. Susan wanted to keep things as normal as possible, for the girls, but as far as their relationship was concerned, she needed time to think.

I felt extremely bad for Mark and reached over to hold his hand. We drove for a while, in silence, before Mark asked if I wouldn’t mind stopping at a store for some beer. I told him I had plenty of Guinness in the fridge at home, which put a smile back on his face.

“You still drink Guinness, huh?” he asked.

“Don’t you remember? You’re the one who introduced me to dark beers and that one is still my favorite.”

As I pulled into the driveway and parked the car, Mark asked who I had watching the kids.

When I told him my neighbor from across the street, he said “Don’t you think you should put your sweatshirt back on before we head inside.”

Glancing down, I noticed that not only could I see right through my nightshirt, but that my nipples were stuck against the thin fabric!

Mark was smiling as I looked over at him, “That’s the most I’ve seen of them in all the time we’ve known each other.”

“Mark, why didn’t you tell me?”

“What, and ruin the best wet t-shirt viewing I’ve ever had? Not on your life!”

I didn’t think much about that right then, but that comment made me feel really good about myself and my body.

I introduced Mark to Mrs. H and thanked her for coming over, on such short notice. She said she was happy to help and was soon on her way home.

I told Mark to grab a couple of beers out of the fridge, while I changed my shirt. It was while I was in my bedroom, that I started having thoughts about Mark that I'd never really seriously thought about before. I was a little aroused by his comments, they certainly seemed genuine. I decided on another nightshirt and skipped the bra again - this time on purpose. I could feel my nipples hardening, as I walked back downstairs.

One voice was screaming, ‘What are you doing!’ while the other was saying, ‘Don’t worry about it, let’s see what happens’.

We caught up on mutual friends and work, over a couple of beers. Every now and then, I caught Mark glancing at my chest. He was trying not to be too obvious, but it made me all the hornier - this was not like me at all!

I was afraid to bring up Susan again, thinking that if he wanted to talk more about that I would let him be the one to do it.

After our second beers were drained, I offered him a third. He said that what he really wanted was a warm shower and to change into some dry clothes.

“Oh my gosh! Why didn’t you say so when we came in?”

“I wanted the beer more,” he said, with a smile.

I led him upstairs to the spare room, which was next door to mine and told him to use my bathroom for his shower since the spare was next to one of the kids rooms.

“No problem.”

“I’ll bring you a fresh towel in a minute. I think all of the clean ones are downstairs,” I whispered from the hall, as I headed down to the laundry room.

The clean ones were in the dryer, thankfully, so I quickly folded the small load and headed back upstairs. I peeked in the spare room, but Mark was not there. It was then that I heard the water turn on and I headed towards the master bath. The door was ajar, so I just headed right in.

As I opened the door, saying, "Here’s your towel," I was greeted by a wonderful view of the lower half of Mark’s bare ass.

His shirt tails were the only thing preventing me from getting a full view. The sight sent a tingling wave down my body, straight to my clit. His legs were well toned and his ass was perfect - well at least to this gal, who hadn't seen a man's butt, or any other part of a man, in over two years.

Mark quickly apologized, as I backed out of the room. Like most men, his shower was short - five minutes at most. Which was good, because it kept my mind from wandering lustfully about my friend. I headed back down to the kitchen and as I was finishing pouring the second glass, I could hear Mark come down the stairs. He strode in, wearing a pair of boxer shorts and a old college t-shirt. The boxers looked a little snug up front, but I couldn’t tell if he was slightly aroused or if they were just tight, since I only got a quick glance. I was hoping it was the former.

We talked some more as we polished off the last two beers of the six pack and then decided we should get some sleep, since he wanted to be sure to get on the first flight out, in the morning. As I gave him a long hug, outside his bedroom door and I told him that if he needed to talk any more about Susan, I was here for him. He thanked me and from that embrace, I knew his shorts weren’t just tight - I felt a little stirring between his legs before we parted, to our separate bedrooms.

I always leave my door ajar, in case the kids wake up in the middle of the night, so I didn’t think much of it when I left my door open about a foot. I’m not really this ditzy, so I’m going to blame the jet lag here, but I then proceeded to strip off my sweat pants and underwear. I walked across the room to put them in the hamper and then walked back over to the dresser to get a pair of fresh, dry pair of panties.

I turned on the TV, to check tomorrow's weather and noticed that a few more pop up storms were headed my way. I smiled, because I always love listening to the sound of falling rain and I was sure this would help me sleep. About five minutes after I had turned out my light, I could hear the thunder and the pelting of rain drops on my roof. This was going to be the perfect aid to my jet lag - and I was sure that the three beers I'd had wouldn’t hurt either!

Just as I was beginning to close my eyes, I thought I heard a light tap on my door.

“Yes?” I called out.

“Hey, it’s me. Do you mind if I come in?” Mark whispered from the doorway.

“Sure.”

“Don’t turn on the light, I can see where I’m going”

The flash of lightning gave me a quick view of Mark, still in his boxers and T-shirt I noticed.

“Look Vic, I have to be honest with you about something."

“What’s the matter, Mark?”

“I was at your door a few minutes ago, about to knock, when I saw you changing your clothes. I wanted to do the gentlemanly thing and look away, but I just couldn’t tear my eyes from the sight of your body. I’m really sorry. I’ve seen more of you in the last two hours than I have in the past 17 years we’ve known each other,” Mark said.

“I’m sorry too,” I replied. “I didn’t mean to leave the door open like that it's just…”

“Wait, there’s more. I also hurried before my shower to purposely give you an ‘innocent’ view of my butt. I staged the whole thing. I guess after looking at your chest the whole drive home, I got a little horny.”

“Mark, I don’t know what to say.”

I really didn’t. My thoughts were racing and I could feel my body rippling with a tingling shiver. Not only was my best friend noticing me as something more than his friend, but I was noticing that in him too.

“I hope you’ll forgive me,” he said, as he put his arm around me and gave me a hug.

It felt so good to have a man’s arms around me, that I melted into him, without a word.

“Well, I better go.”

“Wait. I do forgive you and I’m equally at fault. I definitely don’t want to add to the strain between you and Susan.”

“I don’t know what I’m going to do about Susan and myself, but right now, I’m glad that my flight was canceled and I could have this opportunity to be with a friend tonight.”

“What are you saying, Mark?”

I guessed that his continued hug was his reply.

We held each other for a long time. I knew Mark would never make the first move and so, without thinking any more about it, I lifted my head up off his shoulder and began kissing him. At first it was a quick kiss to ‘test the water’, but we soon had our tongues darting in and out of each other's mouth. It was fantastic. I was on fire, as I could feel my body flush, with anticipation.

“Wait a minute,” I said as I jumped out off the bed.

I walked across the room and quietly closed and locked the door. As I came back, I walked a little slower, so I would have the time to unbutton my nightshirt and let it hang open. The lightning flashes, peeking through the blinds, were enough to let Mark get a good first (well second) look at my cleavage. I could hardly believe what I was thinking, but I decided to throw caution to the wind and see what happened.

I straddled Mark’s lap, as he sat on the edge of my bed and began kissing him again. His arms wrapped around me and pulled me a little closer. The pace of our kisses was like that of a diver, surfacing from the deep, seeking air. We could not get enough of it. Soon his hands were under my shirt, caressing my back from the tops of my shoulders down to the band of my panties. I had thought that I was in control when I came over to him, but now Mark took charge, which was exactly what I needed.

He pulled me in closer still, until I could feel his hard cock pressing against my pussy. It felt so good. I could feel it flex against me as we kissed and I was dying to release it from his boxers. Then he slid his hands back up to my shoulders and guided my shirt off my arms. His kisses moved down my neck. He leaned me back a bit and using his hand, lifted my breast to his lips. His hands were a little cool and rough, but his tongue was warm and soft. He encircled my nipple several times, spreading saliva all around it before he slowly drew it into his mouth and sucked on it. Another wave of pleasure ran down my body and I could feel myself getting wet between the legs.

I could still feel Mark’s cock against my pussy and I wanted to release it from the bondage of his waistband. I had all of these fantasies and desires, all of which I wanted to explore right then and who better than with my best friend?

I lifted up Mark’s shirt and he obliged, by taking it off for me. I then pushed him back onto the bed and decided to take control for a bit by kissing down his neck and chest. It was now or never, I thought, as I continued kissing down to his waist line. Hooking two fingers underneath his boxers, I began to pull them down.

“Vic, are you sure about this?”

I made no reply, other than to continue lifting his boxers up and over his cock. As I pulled them all the way off, I slipped off the edge of the bed and knelt on the floor in front of him. I caressed his calves with my hands and slowly slid them up to his muscular thighs. I then lowered my head and replaced my hands with my lips and kissed back up, towards his waist.

I wasn’t sure where I wanted to begin, but I quickly decided to not give him an opportunity to stop me. So, I dived right in and began to lick the shaft of his cock, in long, slow licks. This elicited a low moan from Mark, as he gently grabbed my head and began stroking my hair with his fingers. I then used my hand to slowly stroke him, while I put the head of his cock up against my pursed lips. I ran the head of his cock back and forth along them, while I thought about him doing that to my other lips. I could feel Mark lifting his hips, trying to get me to take him into his mouth, which I intended to do - only later. I adjusted my body some more onto the bed and used my other hand to cup and caress his balls.

Another moan escaped his lips. I increased the speed of my stroke up and down his shaft, continuing to slowly rub the head of his cock back and forth along my closed lips. After a couple minutes of this, I could feel a wetness on my lips and I knew it wasn’t mine. I could taste Mark’s precum and it made me want to taste more. I then slowly slipped just the head of his cock into my mouth. I knew he wanted more, but again, I teased him by running my tongue around the tip. After a couple minutes of this, I could taste more of his pre-cum. It was so good, that I knew I needed to taste his actual cum in my mouth. So, I again increased not only the stroke of my hand up and down his hard shaft, but I also tightened my caressing grip on his balls. Mark’s arms began to search out my body, I think he wanted to return the favor, but I wanted no distractions right now, so I resisted his tugs. He soon relented and just enjoyed treatment his cock was getting.

It wasn’t long before his breathing became louder and quicker. It was then that I plunged my mouth completely down around his cock, as far as I could go. I paused for only a second, enjoying the sensation of his pulsing cock against my mouth and then I continued sliding him in and out of my mouth. I used my hand to grip the lower part of his cock, because I knew I couldn’t take the whole thing in and stroked, in unison with my lips. If this would be as far as he would let me go, then I wanted him to feel like he was fucking me.

“Oh Vic, you’re going to make me cum. Do you want me to?”

I didn’t stop to respond, I only squeezed his balls a little harder and continued to suck him as deeply into my mouth as I could. I think he got the message, as I could soon feel his body tense - he was close. I’ve only swallowed a few times in my life, most of the time my ex wanted to cum inside me instead. I have never had anyone cum on my face, but in this instance, both things happened.

“I’m cumming, Vic!”

As Mark began to cum, the first load shot into my mouth, but as he was trying to thrust himself in deeper, his cock popped out and he shot the rest of his cum all over my face! It felt weird, good, warm and deliciously sexy all in one. I’ve read that some women like to lick it up, but in that moment, I just couldn’t pull myself to do that. I don’t think that Mark was disappointed anyway.

We lay there for a few minutes, catching our breath, before I got up and grabbed a wash cloth to wipe off my face.

When I came back to bed, Mark asked, “What brought that on?”

I replied, “Well, I’m not sure, but hopefully it isn’t over yet.”

Without another word, we took each other in our arms and began kissing again. This time, we lay back on the bed and settled in under the covers. I was really ramped up now and my pussy was beginning to ache - my clit need some attention! It was as if Mark read my mind. Within a few seconds, his hands went from rubbing my back to rubbing my ass, then the side of my thigh and then to the front. I knew where his fingers wanted to go and I wasn’t about to stop them or slow them down. I lifted my leg upward, giving Mark easy access to my aching lips and he wasted no time.

His fingers outlined my swollen lips several times, before a lone finger traced up the middle.

My hips arched upward and my mind was screaming, "Rub my clit! Now!"

He didn’t. In fact, he teased me a little longer, before his finger slipped in the lower end. I could feel my wetness escape, where he parted my lips. He used that lubrication, as his finger slowly traveled up, towards my throbbing clit, but he stopped just a little short. I was guessing this was payback, as it just lay there, motionless. I began to grind my hips up against his finger, hoping I could either encourage him to continue, or move my own body in a way to get his finger on my swollen clit. I think Mark liked that, because I could feel the smile on his lips as we kissed. I continued grinding my hips up and down, hoping for some relief, even though I felt a little embarrassed about what I was doing. Mark must have had pity on me because soon his finger was exactly where I needed it to be. It felt so good to have someone else’s finger on my clit, that I didn’t mind thrusting myself up, to enjoy the experience.

Mark then replaced his finger with his thumb and I could feel one, then two fingers enter my pussy. At first they just entered, but then he started to slide them in and out. Two fingers riding in, while his thumb circled against my clit, as I thrust upward. It felt good, but not good enough. I wanted something bigger inside me and I knew just where to get that something.

“Ummm,” I said. “That feels good, Mark, but I really want your cock inside me.”

“Yeah?”

“Oh yes, I need you inside me.”

After a few more minutes of Mark teasing me with his fingers, I decided I couldn’t take it any more.

“Mark, I need you inside me!” I said, a little more urgently into his ear, while I lightly bit on his lobe.

“You want me inside you?” He said, with a tease in his voice.

“Yes. I need you. I want you inside me. Please, put your cock inside me..."

He continued to rub me.

“Mark, I want you to fuck me,” I whispered into his ear.

I couldn't remember the last time I had ever said that. I’m sure I must have done with my ex, on occasion, but only when he asked me to talk dirty to him. Yet, here I was, not only initiating it, but meaning it.

“Mark, please? I need you inside me. I need you to fuck me.”

Without a word, Mark climbed on top of me and slowly lowered his cock toward my aching pussy. I reached down, took hold of his hard cock and guided it to my wet lips. He stopped right there, I think to tease me, so I decided to tease him back a little by rubbing the head of his cock over my clit. It felt fantastic, but after a few seconds I think it was teasing me more than him. I let go and he slowly slid all the way into me, then stopped. It felt incredible having him inside of me!

His hips slowly pressed against mine and then relaxed, again and again. I kept thrusting my hips upward to meet him, but I needed more than a little grinding - I needed him to thrust his full length in and out of me.

“Mark, please. You’re driving me crazy.”

“Am I?”

“Yes.”

“What do you want me to do?” He asked.

I couldn’t tell if he was serious or teasing me a little and frankly, I didn’t care at this point.

“Please! I want you to fuck me. Fuck me hard and fast right now!”

I think that did the trick, because he started sliding his cock in and out of me faster and faster and harder and harder.

“Like that?”

“Oh yes. Harder. Faster.”

Oh, it felt so good. It had been so long. My hand seemed to move on it’s own, down to my pussy, until my finger rested on my clit. I closed my eyes and soaked up all of the sensations, as Mark’s cock thrust in and out of me. I rubbed my clit as hard and as fast as I could. I could feel my climax approaching. I was so engrossed in the sensation, that I didn’t even realize that I was talking louder and louder.

“Oh yes. Oh, fuck me. Fuck me hard. Oh, yes it feels so good to have your cock ramming inside of me. Make me cum, Mark, make me cum!”

Mark kept telling me to quiet down, but it wasn’t until a bright flash of lightning and nearly simultaneous boom that I was drawn back to hearing anything.

“Oh! I'm cumming. Yes, make me cum. Keep going.”

My hips and back arched as my orgasm came and came. Wave after glorious wave. Mark was not far behind, as I could feel and hear him cum for the second time tonight, before he collapsed on top of me.

We lay there together for a long time, before either one of us spoke.

Finally I said, “I’m really sorry and a little embarrassed. I can't remember ever being that vocal or forward before. I just don’t know what got into me.”

“You mean besides me?”

“Mark!” I said, with a chuckle. “You know what I mean.”

“It’s OK, Vickey. I’ve always loved you, just never in this way. But I would never trade this experience with you for anything. You are a fantastic woman and deserve so much more. Your ex doesn’t know what he missed out on.”

“Thanks, Mark. I needed to hear that. You’re a wonderful guy too. I don’t know what Susan is thinking.”

Oops.

“Oh man. Susan. What am I going to do about that whole situation now?”

“Mark, this is all my fault. I’m sorry."

“What’s done is done.”

“Look, I’ll never tell and you don’t have to either. We are two old friends who needed each other tonight and I think our friendship, on my part anyway, that this experience won’t change the way I feel about you. I will always think of you like a brother.”

Mark lay there for a long time and I began to wonder if I had just lost my best friend. Was I now the other woman?

“You’re right Vic. While I don’t think that we should ever repeat this night, my feelings for you won’t change either. I love you as a dear friend. You’ve always been there for me, when I needed you and tonight, I think we both just needed each other.”

“Well, since is the first, last and only time…”

But before I could finish my sentence, Mark was kissing me again.

We ended up doing it again and the last thing that I remember, was closing my eyes, with Mark cuddled up beside me….

I overslept my alarm the next morning and woke up to the kids bounding up on my bed. Thankfully, the covers were up over my shoulders. I shooed them out after I glanced at the clock and told them to hurry and get some breakfast, or they would be late for school. After I got up, I noticed a note on my bedside table. Mark didn’t want to wake me, so he had called a cab, to get him back to the airport. He apologized for not staying longer, but knew that he needed to get home before questions came up, both at his house and mine. He was probably right, but I would have still liked to have woken up, in the arms of my best friend.