It was the perfect night to just watch a movie. It was very cold outside. There was sleet and small snow flurries as well. It was definitely not a night to be out running around. And the thought of “snuggling” down on a couch just eating pizza and popcorn while watching movies sounded like the perfect alternative.
He had driven over 200 miles for this night. Fortunately, the weather had turned bad after he had checked into his hotel, so his trip hadn’t been bad. He picked a hotel close to her place. But the trip over to her place, which should have just taken 15 minutes, took over an hour with the cold weather. A few times he almost turned around.
She was his best friend, so he knew that she would understand if the weather stopped him. I mean it was just two friends watching movies. But as he pondered turning back, he actually felt some excitement about spending time with her. They talk a lot, but they had never spent time together. He really liked her and he thought that it would be good to have someone to do things with occasionally.
But then that would be almost like a date. At first that thought worried him. He didn’t want to lose his friend due to a bad date. But then again, dating was not a bad thing. He then realized that technically he was about to be on a date with her. Yes, it was just a movie night. But it was a date. It had all the proper elements. This is what suddenly excited him. He liked the thought of being on a date with her, even if to her it was just two friends watching a movie.
He arrived at her door, wearing work boots, faded jeans, an old sweatshirt, a denim jacket and a ball cap. It was his typical weekend attire. As she opened the door smiling, she had on sweat pants, a sweater, and footie socks with no shoes. Her attire showed him that she felt comfortable around him. She could have shown up all dressed up or better yet in a nightee and stiletto heels. But she was comfortable just being herself with him and that was good.
Yet even though he knew she had dressed not trying to impress, she did. She had long blonde hair which she pulled back. Her sweater was just tight enough to hint at the size of her breasts, but not enough to display them. Her sweatpants illuminated the curves of her butt and legs. And the footie’s were just hot to him. She was hot even though she wasn’t trying.
They hugged at the door, and he begged to come inside out of the weather. Since she wasn’t wearing shoes, he removed his without asking and left them near the door. She took the pizza from him and placed it on a coffee table in the middle of the room in front of a TV. Then she exited the room. He wanted to sit down, but he wasn’t sure where. She had a couch facing the TV and a love seat at an angle to the couch. He wondered if she wanted him to sit on the same couch with her.
He decided to take the best seat. He was a guest, invited by her, and they were friends. She would correct him if he took the wrong seat. So he sat down right in the middle of the couch. If she didn’t correct him, she would have to sit right next to him on either side; or sit on the other sofa. This would tell him volumes about where she is right now.
There was a fireplace behind him, and she had built a small fire. There were two lamps lit, one on each side of the couch. In the dim lights the shadows from the fire were dancing across the opposite wall. There were paper plates and napkins on the table already. And two movie cases were on the table.
She returned from what he assumed was the kitchen, and she had two large tumblers in her hands.
“I was responsible for supplying the soda” she began, “But I know that you like a little something with your soda so I stopped this afternoon and picked up some liquor. I hope that you like it”
She handed him his drink, and he dutifully tasted it. Wow, it was strong. There was way too much alcohol and not enough soda. But he wouldn’t tell her that. He just smiled at her, thanked her, and resigned himself to finishing his drink. Anyway, this would definitely relax him.
She grabbed a plate and tossed a slice of pizza on it. He also grabbed a plate and snuck a few slices onto it. She sat down right next to him. She sat on one leg and left the other dangling. She was sitting at an angle, partially facing the TV and partially facing him.
She looked at him as she tasted her slice. “Make yourself comfortable; Put your feet up if you want. It’s ok”. He took her advice and placed his sock covered feet on the coffee table as he laid his plate on his lap. He had placed his tumbler on the coffee table. She grabbed a remote and pushed buttons until the TV started and a movie began.
Then to his surprise, she pulled a large afghan off of the back of the couch, instructed him to lift his plate, and covered both of their laps and legs with the blanket. Even though the room was comfortable already, he accepted the afghan across him as he snuggled down into a comfortable position.
The movie was one of his favorites, and one of hers too. He was content.
About an hour into the movie, he was on his second drink. She had made his second drink also, and just as strong. So he was well on his way to being relaxed. The food was gone a while ago. Since he was basically under a blanket he had unbuttoned the top button on his jeans under the blanket and had slid his hands inside of his jeans to warm them. Unfortunately she noticed, and started playfully chiding him about being too comfortable. In retaliation he turned to a past promise she had accidentally made once before.
Several months ago, as a joke, he had asked for help with a “hand job” when his hands were broken. He felt comfortable joking with her about things like that. Of course she walked into a buzz saw and he took her response as promising to assist him someday. He knew it was just a joke, but he enjoyed making her uncomfortable at times. She had obviously forgotten about that discussion, so he commandingly reminded her.
She was a lady, and she blew off the discussion politely. But he was a scoundrel and throughout the second movie he kept “warting” her about her supposed promise. By now he was on his third strong drink, and she had switched to wine. They were now sitting right next to each other and she had even propped her legs up on his. They were very comfortable together. The previous discussion continued, which was humorous to him as he watched her squirm through polite excuse after excuse.
Finally, she had heard enough. To his shock, she flipped her legs back onto the floor and turned facing him while hesitantly gasping, “FINE! Whatever will shut you up!”
Without a hint of hesitation, she pushed her hand under the blanket and slid his jeans slightly down. He figured this was her final attempt at making a point by making him believe that she would actually do this for him. He waited for her to flinch so he could pounce on her with more comments. But she didn’t stop at JUST moving his jeans down.
She firmly grabbed him. He wasn’t prepared, either for the coldness of her hands or the thought that she would proceed. But in spite of the chill from her hand he was immediately aroused. She was to his right, and began stroking him with her right hand while placing her left arm on the back of the couch behind him and still watching the movie.
He had no idea what to do but sit still and enjoy his gift. But his mind was racing. Her hand warmed quickly and he felt the softness of her skin as she meticulously slid her hand up and down, stopping occasionally to squeeze the head. But she wasn’t looking at him; she was still watching the movie. He wasn’t able to focus on the movie though. He was watching her, trying to figure out if this was simply a promise or a chore she felt obligated to do; or something she secretly had been considering. He wondered if this was truly just to shut him up, or if she was getting some pleasure also. She wasn’t chatting like she had been throughout the movie, which made him believe that she wasn’t really focused on the movie.
He quickly debated whether he should move towards her. If she truly was just doing a chore then reaching out to her may be the wrong thing to do, and might end his pleasure. She started stroking him faster. Before he even knew what he was doing, and in spite of his internal debate, he reached out, took her face in his hand, and turned her head towards him.
She looked at him like a woman in complete control of her situation. She smiled and asked, “Are you enjoying my help?” With that question her pace quickened more.
He gently pulled her head towards his. A look of surprise came across her face. Maybe he had read this wrong after all. He hesitated. But in spite of her look, and how he interpreted that look, she continued towards him without his assistance. They kissed, softly and quickly. He looked at her face, and she looked at him. He placed his other hand on her face, and she moved her hand from the back of the couch to rest behind his neck. She was still stroking him, but now it was slow and more meaningful.
He kissed her again. The kiss was long, slow and tender. This wasn’t two friends exploring a different relationship. This was a kiss between two people both with built up emotions. She moaned slightly as she pulled him closer to her. He slipped his tongue in her mouth and she did the same in return. She tilted her head to increase the depth of this kiss. He couldn’t resist. He slipped one hand down and brushed against her breast. She had on a thick sweater and a bra, but with his brush he could still feel that she was aroused as well.
Their kiss ended slowly as she sat up to look at him again. It was like she was trying to read his face while he was trying to read hers. She glanced down. Apparently during their kiss the blanket had slid to the floor. She looked as her hand was still stroking him, yet now he was in full view. She looked back at him for a moment and smiled. Then she folded her legs underneath her placing herself on her knees on the couch. Then, without hesitation, she focused on her work and lowered herself down taking him in her mouth.
He felt her lips wrap around him as she continued to slowly stroke him. He was incredibly aroused with the warm, moist sensation. He was emotionally caught between the erotic arousal of being inside of her mouth, and the surprise that this was his best friend happily servicing him beyond his wildest dreams. He slipped a hand under her sweater, unhooking her bra. He left his hand with the warmth of her back and massaged her. He reluctantly placed the other hand on the back of her head, offering subtle assistance with each down stroke.
As he rubbed her back, he desperately wanted to reach around and grasp her heavenly 36-C’s. But he couldn’t maneuver to them. Her pace quickened as did the pressure of her lips on him. He began to feel her tongue on him also. He rubbed her back as he felt immense pleasure, dropping his head back and unconsciously closing his eyes in ecstasy.
It felt so good he was quickly reaching the point of no return. He had both his hands pressing on her head now, as she moaned indicating she was enjoying herself as well. He began to squirm on the couch and started moving his hips to the rhythm of her head.
Just as he thought he couldn’t hold back any longer, she stopped, sat up with a look of content on her face, stood up next to the couch and slipped her sweater and bra off right in front of him. Her breasts were amazing, more than he had ever imagined; and her nipples were hard. He had never imagined actually seeing his friend standing in front of him, displaying her naked beauty, and looking at him as if he was someone special.
She was staring right at him. He was sitting still, afraid to move a muscle. He was still wondering what she was thinking. He was secretly hoping that this was her deep feelings finally coming out, and not that she just was horny as he was the closest male. She pulled the string in her sweat pants, and in one motion swung her leg over his lap as her pants fell to the floor. She had worn nothing underneath.
She sat down on his lap facing him as she slid herself forward and over him. As she slid back, he easily slid inside of her. He couldn’t believe the feeling of being inside of her. His erection grew more as he relished what was going on. She let out a loud gasp and ran her hands through her hair as she leaned back while moving up and down on him. He reached out and took her magnificent breasts in both hands. He leaned forward to take her breast in his mouth, but she stopped him.
“I want to watch your face as we do this together”, she whispered. With that said, she started riding back and forth on him. He was still so close, but he was fighting the urge to give in hoping to give her the wish she suggested, simultaneous climax.
He placed his hands on her hips as he began to move with her strokes. She placed her hands on his shoulders, leaning in towards him. Her nipples were inches from his face, and he wanted to grab them, suck on them, bite them, and massage them. But she was in complete control. This was not the friend he had known before. She was aggressive and demanding.
Her motion quickened as her eyes closed and she softly bit her lip with passion. Her moans became louder and more frequent. He was moaning uncontrollably as his passion grew wildly. She was becoming wilder in her thrusts, and he felt her deeply. She began to almost scream as she was bouncing uncontrollably on him. He was about to burst also.
He moaned one last loud moan as he exploded inside of her. She screamed and dug her fingernails into his should as she went flush and slammed herself down on him one last time. Their orgasm lasted for eternity.
She finally fell forward, exhausted, and dropping her head on his shoulder. He kissed her neck as she was breathing heavily. He was in heaven.
Then, once again she jumped up and slid off of him and onto the couch beside him. She reached down, grabbing the blanket and the remote. She wrapped the blanket around her naked body, and across his lap. She looked at him and smiled again, confident and satisfied. She laid her head on his chest as he wrapped his arm around her shoulder. She aimed the remote at the TV and said, “Mind if I back it up just a little, I love this part”.
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