Please note that the players in this story are real, but the event is purely fantasy. This is my first story posted here and one of the first of written....
We have known each other for several years and over that time have become pretty good “casual” friends. Even though we lived close, we didn’t see each other much but kept in touch electronically. When we did see each other we also had a good time, with a lot of flirting but never anything more. I am married and she is going through a divorce. She and my wife know each other and get along as well. Even if I wanted it to go further I didn’t think she’d allow it out of respect for my wife. And for that I respected her as well. But it didn’t stop us from having our fun flirting.
One night I ran into her at one of her normal hangouts. It was by accident but I can’t lie, I was hoping she would be there. I was a little surprised to find her well on her way to being inebriated because while she did enjoy an alcoholic beverage or two while out, she usually was very much under control. I got a big hug when she saw me and I sat down next to her. I found out she had a rough day dealing with her divorce and her soon to be ex was being a jerk about custody of their 2 sons. Her friends had just left but she decided she should stick around for a bit to sober out before driving home. I said since she hadn’t started the sobering out process yet she should have a beer with me. She agreed and proceeded to tell me the details of her day. One beer turned into two and it became obvious that the sobering out was not going to happen. I volunteered to take her home since it was sort of on my way and she would get a ride back for her car in the morning. She thought it was such a good idea it deserved one more beer. I continued to be a sympathetic ear as she vented about how much things sucked for her at that point. There wasn’t a lot of flirting going on this night but she kept patting my thigh or shoulder and telling me that I was such a good friend.
We finished up the third beer (well my third beer, not sure how many she had) and walked out to my truck. She was pretty unsteady on her feet on the way across the parking lot and I helped her up into the truck to make sure she made it. It was a short drive from the bar to her home so it did little to sober her out.
When we got there, I helped her out of the truck and walked by her side with my arm around her waist to steady her on the way up to her door. She fished the keys out of her jeans pocket and unlocked the door. She stumbled through the doorway and turned to thank me for getting her home. I asked if there was anyone else there and she said no the kids were at her mom’s house. I told her that I wasn’t going to just leave her alone until she got settled in for the night – or at least sitting down somewhere. She tried to argue that she would be fine but I was hearing nothing of it and said I was going to help her so stop fighting me. She relented and I suggested that I help her into her bed. She walked ahead of me weaving from wall to wall down the hall to her bedroom.
She walked in and sat on the edge of the bed, lying back with her feet still on the floor. I turned on the small bedside lamp and knelt down and slid her shoes off her feet and then asked if she wanted to be under the covers or on top of them. She said on top cause it was hot out, so I picked up her feet and swung her legs up on to the bed without pulling back the covers. I stood beside the bed and asked if she wanted help getting rid of some of her clothes, promising to be a gentleman. She said yes so I told her to sit up and raise her arms. I pulled her top up over her head exposing a cute purple bra. Damn those boobs were tempting but I kept telling myself to be good.
I put pillow behind her head before she lay back down. She then reached down to unbutton her jeans saying these might as well go too. As I leaned over the bed to help her slide them over her hips I accidently brushed the front of her panties and a small sound seemed to come out of her mouth. After pulling her pants all the way off she lay on the bed with her feet close together but her knees parted. I ran my hand gently up her leg from her calf pausing with my hand resting on her knee. I asked how she was doing and she replied it was good to be in her bed. As she started to tell me for the umpteenth time that night how good of a friend I was, I continued my hand’s journey, traveling up her thigh and cupping her pubic area, my fingers over her lips and my palm on her mound. She stopped mid sentence, closed her eyes, turned her head away and bit her lower lip as I pressed down gently and made a small circular motion with my palm. She arched her back slightly, pressing up to meet my hand. I could feel the outline of her pussy lips through her silky panties.
She turned to look at me standing next to her. I could tell by the look in her eyes that she knew she really should tell me to stop but there was no way she could, nor did she want to. It was a look of surrender. She closed her eyes again and started rocking her hips against my hand. Arching her back more, pushing up against my hand harder. I half sat on the edge of the bed. As I massaged her lips and mound, her panties started getting wet, very wet in fact. I ran my hand slightly further up her body and slipped my fingers under the waistband of her panties, down over a neatly trimmed patch of coarse blonde pubic hair, to rest once again on her lips. But now they were in direct contact with her soft, full, wetness. She continued rocking against my hand which I rocked back putting pressure with the heel of my hand just above her mound and massaging her lips and clit with the full surface of my closed fingers. She had her feet spread now with the bottoms of them against the bed, lifting her butt up to rub against my hand, causing me to massage even harder. God was she wet. Her breathing was getting louder. I parted my index and middle finger slightly, letting her clit slide in between and squeezed it as I continued my massage.
I slid my middle finger inside her. It was so slick and warm. I now was massaging her from the inside and the outside, almost like trying to touch my finger to my palm through her pussy. She was rocking faster and harder now. I was trying to keep my motions in rhythm with hers but she was making it difficult. I could tell she was getting close. She was running her hands over the bed almost uncontrollably. Her undulations were becoming erratic. I took my other hand and gently touched her cheek. She turned to me and opened her eyes, looking deep into mine. I leaned down and whispered in her ear “Can I make you cum?” She nodded her head yes, closed her eyes, tilted her head back. I took my finger out of her and once again rubbed her lips and clit with my full hand, but now faster than before, still keeping pressure over her full pubic region. She was lifting her pelvis up against my palm, building to her climax.
She closed her eyes again and made one last hard thrust against my hand, grabbed a handful of bed covers in each hand, and let the first sound out of her mouth since I had began – a sound of release. Her whole body quivered as she dropped her ass checks to the bed and arched her back as far as she could. Her legs clamped around my hand as I changed my motion back to a slower pace. Her quivers subsided but where punctuated by several full body convulsions, especially when I touched her sensitive parts in just the right way. I continued my gentle but firm pressure as she came down from the high she had just experienced. She slowly opened her eyes again as her body’s involuntary motions stopped. We stared lovingly at each other, her not knowing quite what to say. I got to my feet, slowly removed my hand from her panties, and brushed the hair from her face with my dry hand. I leaned over and gave her a soft, long kiss on her lips, and then whispered in her ear “That’s what good friends are for” before turning and walking quietly out the door.
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