Carson opens the car door for me and holds my hand as we walk to the house.
“I still can’t believe we’re going to do this,” I say as I unlock the door.
“Yeah, but are you happy about it?”
“Can I tell you afterward? Right now I’m a little nervous.”
Carson leans in and kisses me softly on the cheek. “No need to be nervous with me, Quinn. We’ve known each other forever.”
“That’s why I’m so nervous.”
We step inside and he helps me out of my coat, then sets it along with his on a chair. I decide to lock the door, just in case, and gasp when I feel Carson move my hair off my neck and kiss me there, giving me goosebumps and making my nipples harden.
“Oh, fuck that feels good. Can we just do this for two hours?”
He responds by gently grabbing my shoulders and turning me to face him.
“No,” he says, “I’ve waited too long.”
“Waited to long for what, exactly?” I ask, being coy.
“To know what it feels like to be inside of you.”
Then he kisses me and instantly makes irrelevant every other kiss in my entire life. I can sense with no doubt at all that this man wants me more and with a deeper level of desire than any man I’ve ever kissed, and the feeling is exhilarating. His strong arms wrap around me and hold me to him, and I melt into it totally and completely because I know that this is how I want to be kissed for the rest of my life.
As our tongues play, I remember that closet in seventh grade. My hand slides down Carson’s back and around to the front of his pants. Sure enough, he’s still hard as a rock. And apparently bigger than I would have imagined based on the few times I peaked at the outline in his wet Speedos. His shaft throbs under my fingers and he immediately breaks the kiss. In his eyes is an intensity I’ve never seen in him before. He almost looks possessed.
His hands lift my sweater and I raise my arms to let him remove it. My full breasts feel tight against my bra as he fumbles with the clasp. I smile inside at his momentary clumsiness, then he gets it done and my bra falls forward, exposing me to my best friend’s hungry eyes.
“Whoa.”
It’s cute that he’s speechless. “You like?”
“I always wondered what they look like. They’re fucking perfect. And I was beginning to think I might never see them.”
His words and the way his eyes devour me bring the first sensations of warmth between my legs, and I feel a flood of wetness to my suddenly eager pussy.
“Kiss them, Carson.”
He takes a nipple into his mouth and deftly tongues it to a hard peak as his hand massages the soft flesh around it. With his other hand he unsnaps my pants and lowers the zipper, then he drops to his knees and removes my shoes like the gentleman he is before sliding my pants off and taking my panties with them.
I’m suddenly naked in front of Carson and he’s at eye-level with my pussy.
Without a word, he stands and takes my hand as he leads me into the dining room. There he begins moving the items that hadn’t been cleared from the dining table earlier.
“What are you doing?” I ask. I’m standing here totally naked, and he decides it’s time to finish clearing the table.
He turns to face me and slowly looks me up and down. I can plainly see the large bulge in his pants.
“You’re making me feel self-conscious,” I say, covering my breasts with my hands, as if that makes me less naked.
“Quinn, you are even more breathtakingly beautiful than I imagined you would be.”
Oh my. Nobody has ever complimented me like that before.
I drop my hands. “I’m glad you approve. It’s important to me.”
“Come over here,” he says, holding my waist and leading me to the table. He lifts me rather easily and sets my butt at the end of the table.
“Well this is certainly different,” I say.
“I want my dessert. I was thinking about this all during dinner. Lie back for me.”
As I do, I feel his hands on my inner thighs, pulling them apart. My legs spread, and he begins to kiss his way up my thigh until he reaches my pussy. His mouth pushes against it and his tongue probes through my trimmed hair, searching for my wetness. He finds it and starts to open me up, then licks his way up between my slickened lips until he finds my engorged clit.
His tongue flits across and traces circles around it, and all the while I’m looking up at the ceiling of the house I grew up in. Carson and I used to watch TV in the living room not fifteen feet away, and now that same guy has his face buried in my pussy. The whole situation is surreal and he’s doing such a good job of eating me out that I feel an orgasm rapidly building.
“Don’t stop,” I moan. “That’s so fucking good.”
He slides a finger into my wetness and finds my G-spot, massaging it with the perfect amount of pressure. I moan louder, and that’s when my brain reminds me that the finger that feels so good belongs to my best friend, Carson. My entire body immediately starts to spasm and I feel like I’m going over a waterfall. Down I go as my muscles contract repeatedly in maybe the most incredible orgasm I may ever have. My hands grab his head and pull his face into me, and Carson doesn’t stop expertly licking me until I’m forced to push him away when the sensation becomes too intense.
He raises up and smiles at me. “You’re delicious,” he says with a grin.
“And you…” I struggle to catch my breath. “I never expected… you are really good at that. Oh my God.”
Carson starts unbuttoning his shirt and I prop myself up on my elbows to watch. He’s standing between my knees, keeping my legs shamelessly parted, which only makes everything more thrilling. His chest is muscular and there’s not an ounce of fat on him. I sit up and lean forward to run my hands over his chiseled abs.
“I always wanted to do this,” I say, marveling at the tight muscles under my fingers.
“You should have.”
“I was afraid you would freak out.”
He shakes his head slowly. “You don’t know me as well as you think, Quinn.”
When he starts to undo his pants, I smile and say, “I think I’m about to know you a little better.”
He unzips and lowers them. There’s a large wet spot in his boxer briefs, and he looks at me and says, “Told you I’ve been excited all afternoon.”
“Take it out, Carson. I want to see you.”
He slips a hand into his briefs and it emerges holding a very thick, extremely hard dick. The head is slick and there’s pre-cum literally dripping from it. I reach out and run my thumb across the tip, and more of the clear liquid oozes out. I run my thumb around it, gathering as much as I can, then bring it to my lips and look him in the eye as I suck his juice off it.
“We need to get to a bed,” he says, but I’m not ready. I wrap my hand around his girthy shaft and marvel at the sheer rigidity of it. Carson is as hard as steel. For me.
“Wait. First I want to feel you inside of me a little. Just the end of it. Please.”
He slips his shoes, pants and underwear off and is as naked as I am. Sliding forward between my legs, he presses the tip against my pussy.
“I should get a condom,” he says unconvincingly.
“You brought one?”
“A few,” he smiles. “Just in case.”
The tip of his cock pushes on my opening.
“You planned this whole thing in advance, didn’t you?”
“Maybe,” he says with a dirty smile.
“I’m glad. It was time.”
Time stands still for a second and his cock politely nudges my lips, parting them.
“No condom,” I say. “But don’t come in me, okay?”
“Sure. Just the tip, right?”
I look down between my legs and watch as he pushes into me.
“A little more.”
He slides that fat cock another inch inside. I put my hands on his shoulders and feel his muscles, taut under my fingers.
“More.”
Carson obliges, then pauses again. I can feel his cock throb inside of me.
“This is stupid. Give it to me. I want all of you in me right now.”
“Thank fucking God,” he says as his hands grab my hips for leverage and he quickly plunges into me all the way. My pussy surrenders to the blissful invasion and is filled to a degree that most woman can only dream about. We both lean in for a spectacular kiss. As our tongues dance, his cock begins sliding in and out of me, slowly and rhythmically.
When I realize what’s happening, I pull away enough to look him in the eyes at close range and say, “Holy shit. We’re fucking, Carson. This is not a dream. Your actual cock is inside of me.”
Without missing a stroke, he smiles and says, “Yes, Quinn. Now do me a favor and shut the fuck up. I don’t want to miss a second of this.”
As weird as it sounds, it’s the sexiest thing a man has ever said to me.
I lean back with my elbows on the table and watch as he takes me. I’m so fucking wet his cock slides easily in and out of me. His stomach muscles tense with each thrust, and when he pulls back, I can see his shaft, shiny with my juices. It’s like I’m in another world, as if there were a deliriously sexy haze surrounding us.
Carson’s strokes gradually grow faster until I sense he’s getting close.
“Fuck me as hard as you want, Carson. I’m a big girl.”
He begins to fuck me more forcefully. When I feel another orgasm trying to come to the surface, I slip and hand between my legs and rub my clit. That seems to turn him on and he begins slamming that big cock into me, harder with every successive thrust.
“Come again for me,” he says, his voice hoarse with urgency. I nod and bite my lip in concentration. It doesn’t take much, because the sensation of his cock pressing against my walls with every stroke has me quickly on the verge.
“I’m gonna come,” I moan. And I do, hard. Almost as hard as the first one. Carson continues to slam my pussy as I clench around his shaft in ecstasy. It only takes a few more seconds for him, and I watch in fascination as he pulls out of me and strokes his cock toward my belly. It erupts with such force that his cum flies up to my neck, and the next few streams land between my tits. Finally, he leaves a huge puddle on my belly.
Carson’s skin is shiny with sweat as he looks down at me. His chest moves with his heavy breaths, and I look down to see his cum sliding between my breasts to join the rest on my belly.
“Damn, Carson. Did you mean you haven’t even had an orgasm in a year?”
He grins. “I’ve been waiting a long time for that moment.”
“I came twice.” That’s rare for me, especially so close together.
“So far.”
“We’re going to do this again?” I ask, hoping.
“We still have an hour or two left.” He dips his finger into the pool of white liquid on my stomach, then lifts it out to show to me. I take his wrist and bring the finger to my lips so I can lick it clean.
“So you’ve been dreaming about this moment?” he asks.
“I had a dream a while back. We were fucking, but not on my mom’s dining room table. It really disturbed me because I realized how much I wanted to do this with you.”
He coats his finger in his cum again, this time rubbing it in a little circle on my clit. It’s such a sexy fucking sight. I look again at the sheer volume of cum this man produced. Good thing I told him to pull out.
“And that meant I see you as something more than a friend,” I continue. “Obviously. Which after all these years, is a strange realization. Especially when we haven’t seen each other much lately.”
“Yeah, well that’s about to change,” he says cryptically, then changes the subject. “I’m going to get a towel so we can clean you up. I want you on a bed this time, baby.”
He walks into the nearby powder room and I get a view of an ass so deliciously muscular that it almost makes me forget what Carson just said. Almost.
“What do you mean, ‘That’s about to change’?” Then I add, “And did you just call me ‘baby’?”