Chapter 1
Karen giggled wildly as she and her best friend Nick stumbled into bed.
The sounds of the party going on behind them were muted.
.. mostly because the vast majority of people had already left.
Fortunately, she didn't have to drive anywhere since the party was at her house.
That also meant that she could offer Nick a bed to sleep in since he was even more trashed than she was.
She hated to think that he'd try to drive and it would be nice to have someone to sleep next to.
Every once in a while she just missed cuddling.
"Oh fuck, the light." Karen sighed, and pushed herself up off the bed as Nick wormed to one side. Turning the light off, she stumbled back to the soft mattress and fell down.
"Mind if I take off my jeans?" slurred Nick.
Karen laughed. "Sure, as long as you're wearing something underneath them!"
"Uuummmm... boxers!" Nick said gleefully.
Karen laughed again. She pulled off her bra from underneath her t-shirt, thankful that she'd already changed pants so that she didn't have to deal with any other clothing now that there was someone else in the room with her.
Lying down, she scooted close to Nick and curled up on his shoulder.
"Ooooh, that's dangerous you know," he teased, just as he had been doing all night.
"Oh shut it," she replied, biting her best friend’s shoulder. They’d always been like this, close and teasing. Not quite like brother and sister, but just the best of friends and close in a way that made anyone they dated very jealous.
"No really," he said, his body tilting ever so slightly toward hers, a new kind of heat in his voice that she hadn't ever heard there before. "Dangerous..."
As she turned her head to try to see the expression on his face from the dim light that was sneaking in past her curtains, Nick leaned forward and kissed her.
Karen was rather in shock, and her lips parted automatically for him to deepen the kiss, even though her brain was saying 'What on earth?
' Her body responded automatically. She kissed him back, the alcohol fizzing through her veins as she felt a sensation of tingling excitement between her thighs.
He pulled away from her lips and began kissing down her neck.
Sanity restored itself.
"This is a bad idea," she said, and then gasped as his fingers stroked down the side of her body while he sucked lightly on her neck.
"Best idea I’ve had all night, but I’ll stop if you tell me to.
" He kept stroking the side of her body, his palm barely brushing against her breast. Suddenly she wished that he would touch her harder, more.
Maybe it was just the alcohol speaking, but it felt good.
They were both single. But this could change their relationship forever.
“I didn’t say I wanted you to stop,” she said slowly, trying to sort through her thoughts. His hand slid up her side to her breast, cupping the soft flesh through her t-shirt and she stifled a moan.
Sanity was beginning to get fuzzy.
"We’re just friends…”
“Do we have to be?” His voice sounded rather wistful, but the firm stroke of his thumb against her nipple wasn’t hesitant at all. “We could try this.” His face nuzzled back into her neck. “Seems like a fantastic idea to me.”
Karen moaned again. She could feel his hardness against the outside of her thigh.
Although she knew she should say something, should protest before they ruined their friendship, it felt so good.
Part of her wanted it, very badly in fact.
Another part of her was terrified that she would lose everything if they did this.
“Tell me to stop and I will.”
Nick propped himself up on his elbow, his voice serious.
Karen looked up at him in the moonlight, barely able to see his contemplative expression.
She realized that she wanted to reach up and pull him down on top of her.
Without realizing it, her lips parted, as if readying themselves for a kiss.
He saw her reaction and his free hand fisted under his chin, thumb pressing against those soft lips.
“I want you, Karen. I want your beautiful body and your sweet smile. I want you to feel me inside of you. I want to fill you. I don’t want to ever see you with another man again. But tell me you don’t want it and we’ll fall asleep and pretend this never happened.”
Her eyes were wide, frightened in the moonlight. As Nick spoke, her body hummed with need and she realized that those things were true for her as well. She was just too scared to say yes.
Then his head lowered, lips aiming for hers. He murmured, "If you want me to stop, just tell me to."
She couldn’t make herself say yes, but she didn’t want to say no, so she just lifted up her mouth for the kiss.
As her soft lips parted beneath his, Nick felt a surge of triumph course through his body.
It had taken him a while, but about three months ago he’d realized that he’d fallen in love with his best friend.
She’d been dating someone else then. They didn’t last long—no one he or Karen dated ever did.
It wasn’t until tonight, with the booze and her suggesting that he sleep over, that he finally found his courage.
He knew that she was the one for him and now he just had to convince her of the same thing.
His hand slid down her body as they kissed, lips pressed together, tongues deep in each other’s mouths.
Karen moaned low in her throat and undulated with desire, back arching and breasts pressing upward.
Taking the bottom edge of her shirt, he tugged it up and over her head, reluctantly releasing her lips to pull the shirt off of her, which gave him the freedom to lower his mouth to her hard, pink nipples.
He rolled on top of her, her thighs automatically spreading so that he could settle between them, hands and mouth on her breast. The sensations seemed to go straight to her groin, and she moaned, her hands on his head.
She was still scared, but that emotion was rapidly being overcome by desire and the thought that maybe everything would be okay.
If she really trusted Nick then she had to believe what he said about the depth of his feelings for her.
As they moved against each other the alcohol buzzed through her and she wasn't even aware of them taking off each other's clothes until they were completely naked and he'd moved down to begin licking her slit.
Gasping, she clutched at the sheets as his tongue danced in her folds, one hard finger sliding into her body and pressing gently against her g-spot.
"Oh god," she moaned. She'd heard Nick's reputation for being amazing in bed, but for some reason she'd never really thought about him like that at all. Maybe because she hadn’t wanted to. Maybe because she’d been jealous when his dates would brag to her about it.
Everything was blending into one great vortex of pleasure.
Time stretched, and then snapped into place as a rushing wave of ecstasy shot through her body.
Her gasping moan gave her away and his fingers pushed that one sweet spot inside her, turning her moan into a scream.
Her legs scissored and squeezed his head as he slurped up the juices of her orgasm, the sweet flavor coating his tongue and sending an erotic message to his cock.
The taste of her was a stronger aphrodisiac than money could ever buy.
He began kissing up her stomach and breasts as she panted, her breathing slowly turning to normal.
Their bodies slowly came together as he moved, the heavy head of his cock pressing against her inner thigh and slowly moving upward with him.
When he reached her face she turned her lips up and they kissed deeply as he nudged between her legs, the wide head of his cock making her gasp as he began to enter her.
The sweet velvety pussy engulfed him, scoring heat gripping him as he pushed deeper.
"Oh god," she moaned.
"What?" he asked, pulling away, buried only halfway inside her. "What's wrong?"
Karen laughed.
"Nothing’s wrong, you're just… you’re huge."
Then she pulled his head back down to meet her lips, her hips thrusting up to meet his.
Both of them gasped as his full length was buried inside of her, her tightness clasping him firmly.
Holding still for a moment, just enjoying the sweet sensation of being buried inside of her, Nick rubbed her breast with his hand as they kissed.
Then Karen moved underneath him, eager and ready, her thighs parting further and wrapping around his back, allowing him further entrance... and he lost his patience.
She groaned, her hands clutching at his back as he began to thrust in and out of her; his muscles tight under her touch. He thrust all the way inside her and she gasped, tears sparking in her eyes as she whimpered.
"Ow!"
"Ow?" he repeated, pausing.
"Too big to go that quickly," she moaned. "Just... slower..."
"I have a better idea," he said, and he rolled back, pulling her on top of him so that she had all the control over how deeply he entered her.
Sighing softly, she moved gently. It felt so good, he was so wide and deep inside her. She began moving more aggressively, her hips thrusting and circling over him. He was splitting her wide open, his entire body hard and pushing up against her spread thighs.
Nick pushed her upper body to a sitting position, wanting to see her breasts bounce as she moved on top of him, and she cried out in discomfort again... he was just too big for her to sit up straight on top of him.
"Sorry, sorry..." he muttered, pulling her down so that her face was nuzzled against his neck.
"Don't apologize," she said. "Just fuck me."
And with that she began to move on top of him again, rubbing gently and slowly, feeling him delving into her wetness as it squeezed him tightly, massaging his shaft as her lips caressed his neck.
Running his hands up and down the smooth skin of her back, Nick groaned at her slow movements, impatient after the steady, aggressive thrusting she had been treating him to before.
"Got it," he said.
Karen found herself flipped over, Nick's cock still buried deep inside her, as he suddenly took control again.
She felt herself flood with wetness at his easy handling.
He made her feel so delicate and vulnerable and at the same time like she had nothing to fear from him because she knew that he would never hurt her.
Nick thrust aggressively, making her moan and clutch at his shoulders.
It didn’t hurt at all now. Instead, it was like he'd figured out just how deeply he could go into her, just before that threshold of discomfort, and he stopped at that edge every time.
She writhed beneath him, her hips moving up to meet his with every plunge, his tight grip on her body making her moan uncontrollably.
As her pleasure mounted, Karen began to cry out louder and louder, her nails digging into Nick's shoulders and upper arms as she thrashed beneath him. He groaned as her tight pussy clasped him like a vise, excited by the amount of passion that he had elicited from her.
Groaning loudly, Karen bit down on Nick's shoulder as she began to come, feeling him swell even larger inside her, pulsing against her insides as they crossed the finish line together.
Their bodies were rigid and shuddering, her teeth and nails digging into his flesh as he was pushed between her legs, emptying himself into her core.
She shuddered in his arms, and then they both relaxed, his weight heavy and secure on top of her, his arms still holding her tightly. Whimpering a little as he shifted position, Karen turned her face up for a soft, sweet kiss.
"See?" Nick said, smiling as his lips lowered to hers again. "Not a bad idea at all."
“You were right,” she admitted agist his lips, her forehead pressed against his.
“I’m always right.”
“You are not.”
“Am too. Tomorrow we’ll wake up and you’ll be my girlfriend. You’ll see.”
Karen grinned. “I’m okay with you being right about that one.”
THE END