“Good girls don’t do this,” she whispered in his ear.

“But you are good. You’re just a little naughty,” he whispered back.

“I’m married. Married women don’t want other men.”

“Yes, they do. They just behave like they don’t. Unless…”

“You’re so hard. Unless what?”

“You feel very soft. Unless they have friends they can trust who care about them.”

“I love how your hands feel on me.”

“I want to touch your skin.”

“You’ll have to take it off. I can’t.”

“If you take it off it will tell me you want it.”

She stopped stroking him through his trousers and pulled her top over her head.

“So you want me as much as I want you.”

“Take your pants off so I can feel your flesh,” she ordered.

“I guess that’s an affirmative,” he chuckled, releasing his belt and sliding out of his trouser and briefs in one motion. Her hand immediately found the hardness and stroked him tenderly.

“It so smooth and hard,” she said. “It’s the first cock I’ve felt except for ...”

“You didn’t have any other lovers besides him?”

“He was my first and only.”

“This excites you, then?”

She stroked him tentatively. “I can’t help but wonder…”

“What it would feel like inside you?”

“I’m not supposed to think about things like that. All my upbringing, my morality, my commitment tells me I shouldn’t.”

“And still, you do.”

“Are you a friend I can trust?”

“You know that I am.”

“Do you like how my skin feels under your hands?”

“So much that I’m going to undress you completely.”

She smiled, inhaling the scent of his after-shave as he stripped off her small skirt and panties.

“Take off your shirt,” she ordered.

“You do it. Show me you want me exposed to you.”

“All right,” she said, reaching for the top button on his dress shirt.

He leaned over her, planting a tender kiss on her neck while leaving enough room between them for her to work.

“You taste like vanilla and something else,” he said.

“It’s just vanilla,” she told him, her fingers trembling as she struggled with the buttons.

“But there’s something else. I can’t identify it.”

“Vanilla and Elizabeth,” she said, her knuckles knocking gently against his hardness as she worked at the lowest button.

“Be careful, Elizabeth,” he warned, leaning in to give her a more intense kiss on the naked skin of her neck.

She groaned, shivers of arousal running down her body. “You, too, Devin. If you kiss my neck like that, it’ll be all over.” She tugged the shirt off his shoulder and grimaced when the cuffs stalled at his wrists.

“It’s already over, Elizabeth,” he murmured into her neck. “We both know what’s going to happen.”

“It doesn’t have to,” she replied shakily.

“It will, though.”

Elizabeth finally released the shirt from his arms and twirled it triumphantly to the side before tossing it onto a nearby chair. “There!” she exclaimed.

He held her by the upper arms just far enough away to admire her. Her hands reached between his to touch his chest.

“Now what?” he asked gently.

“I don’t know. I want so much.”

“What do you want? Tell me.”

“It’s embarrassing.”

“You’re naked here with me. I’m naked with you. What can be embarrassing now?”

“I want to feel you kiss me. I want to feel your lips all over me. I want to taste you all over. I want to feel you’re hard smoothness on my tongue. And I want to feel what it’s like when you enter me.”

He chuckled again. “That’s a lot.”

“I know, I know.”

“We’ll go as slowly as you want. I will only do what you want to do.”

“What are we going to do?” she cried plaintively, grasping the sides of his neck in her hands. He eased toward her and placed his lips on hers, tentatively licking her lips until he felt her tongue extend to touch his own. His hardness pressed against the silky skin of her thigh as his arms enveloped her.

He released her and looked into her sparkling green eyes. “The same. Whatever we want. Delight in each other. Surrender to the taste, the texture, the feel of each other. I can feel your breasts pushing into my chest. I want to taste them and inhale the fragrance of vanilla and Elizabeth. I want to kiss and lick my way down your belly and savor the flavor of your essence. I want you to want me inside you so much that you can’t stand it. I want to hear you moan in ecstasy, groan with arousal, scream with passion.”

Her lips met his and this time, her tongue was enthusiastic as she plunged it into his mouth, searching each sharp edge and smooth texture it could find. When she released him, she was breathless.

“Let’s do it,” she said in an excited whisper. “Take me to your bed and we can consume each other, then we’ll fuck like we’ve never fucked before. I feel your hardness. You want me. I’m gushing with desire for you. Let’s do this.”

They eased toward the stripped bed. He laid her gently on her back and proceeded to kiss every inch of her exposed flesh. She gasped as he took the nipple of her right breast between his lips, pressing his sharp teeth against the engorged flesh and tonguing it up and down, left and right. He shifted to her left breast and repeated the process, eliciting a groan of arousal from her. He knelt over her, kissing and licking his way down her body, pausing to tongue the recess of her navel. From there, his kisses were straight down the midline of her torso, through the tiny landing strip of pubic hair she’d left signaling the approach to her delicate strip. Her hips lifted as his tongue split the labia and searched for the tiny bud of her clitoris. She gasped repeatedly as he tongued the essence of her from her throbbing love nest.

“Enough!” she cried, pushing his shoulder to her left. He got the message and rolled away, lying with arms extended as she rose over him.

Her treatment of him was virtually the same. She kissed his eyes, his temples, and arrived at his lips. When his tongue slipped between her lips she sucked it vigorously, a foretaste of what was to come when she reached his hardness. She bit his nipples, one after the other, and kissed her way down his torso, her tongue leaving tiny trails along his skin. When she delved into his navel, his hips rose involuntarily and she looked up at him and smiled. She followed the trail down the center of his lower abdomen until she could capture the length of his manhood. Her fingers played a delicate tattoo on it as she inspected it, moving it up, down, left and right. She kissed the crown on the side and then licked the tip. She hummed in delight. Again, her eyes rose to his as she slipped the crown between her lips, and gently pressed her teeth against the ridge.

“Be careful,” he gasped.

Her eyes sparkled with a smile as she looked at him and slide his length inside. Her hand collected the weight of his balls and gently juggled them while she licked and supped on his manhood. Her lips slid up his length and back down, lubricated with her own saliva. She hummed delight, making his hips rise involuntarily. She released him slowly, tenderly, almost with regret, pressing kiss after kiss on the head and crown.

“You’re my first,” she whispered, “except for him. He never wants to come this way. He says that’s what whores do. I wanted to be his whore, though. I want to be your whore.”

“Later, maybe,” he protested. “We have, you know, the other thing.”

She lay with her head on his hip, holding his hardness and kissing it irregularly. “I want to taste you. Will there be enough after?”

“After what?”

“After we fuck and you come inside me. Will there be enough so you can come in my mouth later?”

“I think so.”

“All right,” she said, reluctantly. “I shouldn’t have told you I want you to come in my mouth, though.”

“Why not?”

“I’m a nice girl. Whores do that.”

“Nice girls do it, too, you know.”

“With their husbands, maybe.”

“And their lovers.”

“Why do I want to be your whore?” she asked, sucking his crown between her lips one more time.

“Because you believe it will please me?”

She hummed. “I do want to please you.”

“You’ve been doing well so far.”

“Do you think we should fuck now?”

“If you would like.”

“I think I want to feel what your cock is like inside me.”

“You must be sure.”

“I’m sure. I want you to fuck me.”

He shook his head. “If you really want it, you should do it.”

“But you have to take me.”

“No. It I did that, it would be me wanting to fuck you.”

“Don’t you want to fuck me?”

He grinned. “Of course. But, for the first time, you should have control. If you don’t want it, you can always stop.”

“I’m not going to stop.”

“Show me.”

Elizabeth rose to her knees and straddled his waist. She reached between her legs and grabbed his hardness. “Like this?” she asked.

He nodded and grinned. “I don’t think you need to ask.”

He felt her move his meat up and down her slit, pausing as it approached her opening.

“You want this?” she asked.

“You look beautiful,” he told her. “Yes. Go ahead.”

She eased his tip inside her. “This is so wrong,” she said.

“Then stop if you don’t want to.”

“But I do want to. It’s wrong and I want it so much.” She lowered herself until he could feel the ring of resistance.

“We’re right there,” he said.

She nodded and pressed further until she could feel him penetrate the magical ring.

“Oh, that’s wonderful,” she moaned.

“So you still want it.”

She nodded and pressed on until the full length of him was enveloped within her.

“How can something so wrong feel so good?” she asked.

“It’s the thrill,” he grinned.

“I’m not your husband, but my cock is buried deep inside you, and you like the feeling. By the way, I like the feeling, too.”

“I’m glad we did it this way. I wanted to fuck you and I did.”

“I thought I’d give you the option. You don’t feel guilty about it, do you?”

She shook her head forcibly. “I love it. I love how naughty I feel. I love how full of your cock I feel. Now, I’m going to really fuck you until we come. Is that okay?”

“It’s whatever you want, Elizabeth.”

She moved her hips to accentuate the feeling of him inside her. “What I want now is to feel your come inside me.”

She rocked her hips several times in rapid succession, her hands planted on his chest. She avoided his eyes by closing hers and tilting her face toward the ceiling. She stopped and leaned forward until he was almost completely outside her. He felt the ring of resistance again as she forced herself back down on him.

“Oh, fuck!” she murmured. “That feels marvelous.”

“Different, isn’t it?”

“Oh, yes. That’s what’s so marvelous. You feel different. Nice, but different. Do you like it?”

“It’s very, very good.”

“I think we should shut up and fuck,” she said finally. “I just want to fuck.”

He grinned and nodded, reaching but to thumb the nipples that rose so prominently from her breasts.

Meanwhile, she rocked back and forth, delighting in the feel of him inside her. “I can believe how much I’ve wanted this and it’s happening,” she moaned.

“You wanted me like this?”

“Oh, yes,” she said with a whimper. “It feels so wicked and so good at the same time.”

“Tell me what you’re thinking.”

“Hmmm,” she hummed. “I’m thinking I’m full up with you and we’re not married. I’m thinking it is so naughty. Good girls don’t like to fuck, but I do.”

“You are a good girl,” he argued. “It’s not a bad thing to like these feelings.”

“They are good,” she murmured, “But it shouldn’t feel this way with you. It should feel like you’re violating me. But, it doesn’t. It feels like, I don’t know. Just full and wonderful and I’m all confused.”

“It’s all right, Elizabeth,” he whispered. “Do you believe that?”

“I was so frightened.”

“Of me?”

“No, no. I knew you would never do anything to hurt me. No. I was afraid I would like it too much.”

“And do you?”

“Mmmm,” she hummed and smiled. “I like it. I like how you feel inside me. But I’m not afraid anymore.”

“Because?”

“Because, in spite of everything I’ve heard, everything I’ve thought, this is more wonderful than terrible, and, Oh! I think, yes. I’m definitely having one! Oh, dear! This is, oh! Oh, my! This feels wonderful!”

“I can feel you. I can feel you holding me tight down there.”

“Hmmm. I’m, oh! That feels so nice. Thank you for this.”

He grinned at her. “We did it together, Elizabeth. I’m so pleased for you.”

“It wasn’t bad. I didn’t feel like I was bad at all. I felt, excited, I guess. Can we do it again?”

“Of course. Next time, though, I’m pretty sure I’m going to come, too.”

“Will you?”

“Yes. You know what will happen?”

“Of course. I love the way you feel inside me. Let’s keep going.”

“You want my come inside you?”

She smiled so beautifully, leaning forward to keep feeling the sensations. “I want that. So, please. The next time, yes.”

They fell into a silent rhythm. She leaned forward and back, enjoying the feeling. When she started to hump her hips on him, he knew she was close. Her eyes rolled toward the ceiling.

“You’re close,” he managed to grunt out.

“Yessss,” she said. “You?”

“Holding back for you,” he admitted.

“Don’t. Let me have it.”

“A few more times,” he confirmed.

She looked into his eyes and humped her hips on him very hard.

“That’s done it!” he groaned.

“Me, too,” she whimpered. “We’re coming together.”

“Yes,” he said as the burning in his thighs became an uncontrollable urge to thrust as deeply inside her as he could. He raised his hips and gasped as he released his essence into her.”

“Oh, yes!” she cried out. “Can I?...I’m going to, anyway. Oh, fuck! Can I say that?”

He couldn’t help but laugh. “Yes, Elizabeth. Yes, fuck! We’ve done it. And it is wonderful, isn’t it?”

“Oh, darling, fuck!” she wailed. “A lovely fuck. A wonderful fuck. I’m so glad we did this, and together.”

He laughed as the last of his spew emptied into her. “You’re always so eloquent, Elizabeth. It was a delight to hear you say, ‘Fuck!’. It was perfect.”

“We’re good together, aren’t we?”

“We are, Elizabeth. And, you know what else?”

“Aside from the fact that we’ve just done it? What?”

“We’ve done this wicked thing together.”

She laughed and he could feel the contractions through her pussy. “But, it’s all right. This thing, you and me. This is good for us. Isn’t it?”

“I think it is. Have you lost your passion? Remember, all those things we wanted?”

“Hmm,” she hummed. “Well, right now, I’m quite satisfied. It was a lovely fuck. But, in a little while? Well, we’ll see.”

“I think,” he said, grasping her breasts lightly and running his thumbs across her nipples, “That it will not take that long.”

“Devin?” Elizabeth’s voice was a soft interrogative in the darkened room.

“Yes?”

“You’re awake?”

“I am.”

“We need to talk.”

“If you like. What’s on your mind?”

“Do you think I’m bad?”

He chuckled. “Not at all.”

“What we’ve done, though…”

“We did it together.”

“Yes, but we shouldn’t have.”

“Do you believe that?”

“Nice girls don’t do all those things we did.”

He breathed a sigh. “They do,” he told her. “They just don’t let on that they do.”

There was silence. Finally, she said, “I don’t regret any of it.”

“Neither do I.”

“Still…”

“Elizabeth,” he asked quietly, “Do you love me?”

“Things about you, I do. But, not in love. Is that what you mean?”

“In love, yes. Are you in love with me?”

“No.”

“At the same time, we had a really good time together, didn’t we?”

“I think so. I liked everything we did. Did you?”

“Yes. But, Elizabeth, have we changed or done something that hurt either of us in a permanent way?”

“Changed? Yes. Hurt? No.”

“How changed?”

“I,” she began then stopped. “We,” she continued with emphasis, “have changed our relationship. It now seems like it’s okay to be together like this.”

“Do you think it is?”

“I think other people would think it is not. But, we think it’s fine for us.”

“What do you care about what other people think?”

“I don’t want anybody to think I’m bad.”

“Then don’t tell anybody.”

“But I know. You and I know.”

“It will be our secret, if you like.”

Silence fell again. After a few moments, she said, “I liked the way you made love with me.”

“I don’t think we made love, Elizabeth. I think we had sex. It was wonderful sex, all of it. But, I wouldn’t classify it as making love. You and I both wanted it, and we had a marvelous time exploring one another.”

“It felt like making love.”

“Do you want to make love with me?”

“I think I do. But, I’m a little afraid.”

“Why?

“What if I start love you?”

“We’re already there, Elizabeth. You said it. There are things about you I love. The same goes for me. But, it isn’t the possessive, I-must-have-you-all-to-myself kind of love.”

“That would be bad.”

“It would be. It would be unrealistic. But, we could have a less complicated relationship.”

“What would that be like?”

“It would be the enjoyment of one another. We enjoy our time together. We have caring for each other and the delight of our shared experiences. Some of them will be like what we’ve done. Others could be more tender.”

“I really like the shower sex,” she said, with a little laugh. “I didn’t think I’d like being taken like that. But, with you, I felt safe enough that it was nice being ravished like that.”

“I hope I wasn’t too brutal.”

“No,” she laughed. “It wasn’t like that at all. It was passionate, though. I liked knowing I could arouse that in you. And I liked surrendering to the passion I aroused in you.”

“You know what we are, Elizabeth?”

“Tell me.”

“We’re really, really good friends. We have feelings of affection and desire for one another. We’re having fun together. And, if you think you’re up to it, I would really like to make love with you.”

“One last time?” she asked.

“I certainly hope not. I hope we can go on and on in this friendship.”

“I think we should make love, then. Let’s see if we can make this work.”

There, among the tousled sheets and pillows askew, the two of them made love. It was tender and elegant. They held, touched, and kissed one another. The penetration was gentle and fulfilling. She gasped as he pressed into her, raised her back off the bedding, arching and inviting him to press into her. He coaxed her into one orgasm after another, pausing to allow her to recover. His thrusts were steady but gentle. And, when they finally exhausted their restraint, he kissed her neck under her ear as his body surrendered to her and he emptied himself into her depths.

“Oh, my!” she panted breathlessly when they had completed their coupling. “Whatever will I do without you?”

“You don’t have to worry about that,” he said, kissing her lips and capturing her breath in his mouth. “I’m here for you whenever you want or need me.”

“Thank you, my darling,” she whispered into the night. “You are a wonderful friend.”