I wake to sunlight streaming through curtains with a smile on my face, stretching and gasping at the ache down low and in my breasts. Memories from yesterday crash over me. Fleetingly about Adam, but mostly about Scott. That was the loveliest sleep I've had in a long time which I can only chalk up to mind blowing, multiple orgasms. Five. Orgasms. My first and only boyfriend shattered my world yesterday, shouldn't I have tossed and turned all night? Sobbed myself to sleep?

Instead, I'd curled up in my best friend's arms and passed out right away.

Speaking of best friends, he spoons me from behind, his morning wood pressing against my ass. Smiling, I turn over as carefully as I can, not wanting to wake him.

Yet.

He had been so fucking amazing last night; it wasn't fair he didn't get any. Besides, I just have to know what it's like being with a guy with so much more girth.

I disappear under the covers, slipping from under his arm until I'm face to face with his dick. My eyes bulge, seeing it for the first time. It's huge. I'm not sure I can get that very far inside my mouth. And when did he take his jeans off?

Shrugging mentally, I get into a more comfortable position. It's time to try new, fun things. And this is something I definitely want to try.

I lick my lips to moisten them and take him into my mouth, fisting the bottom of him and suck. He moans and shifts. I'm not sure if he's awake yet or not, but I keep going. I bob down as far as I can go, my jaw already twinging from how wide and long he is, but it's a good pang. I'm getting wet doing this and I never have before.

I lick the tip of him like a favorite flavored lollipop, which right now, isn't too far off the mark. He tastes delicious. Like a mixture of pure male and the ocean breeze. I swirl my tongue around him before taking the whole thing back into my mouth.

The covers fly off of me and I look up, dick in my mouth, to meet Scott's eyes. He blinks them, over and over. "Am I still dreaming?"

I slide slowly up, my tongue flicking the length of him until I reach the tip, and plunge back down in response. He groans and thrusts his pelvis to meet my mouth.

Somehow, I can take him as long as I relax my throat. Adam was way smaller and I always gagged easily with him. Maybe because he thrusted so insensitively.

"This is the best wake up I've ever had. Fuck, you are so hot."

I scrape him lightly with my teeth, enjoying the hissing breath Scott releases. "Fuck, Amanda. Fuck, that feels good."

I start moving faster and faster and he gets harder, somehow growing even bigger inside my mouth. I'm drenching the sheets beneath me.

Unable to resist teasing him like he did me, I slow, paying more attention to the tip again. He growls, his lips twitching as I wink at him with my mouth full of dick.

My pulse races as an idea forms. I sit back and bite my lip, then parrot his words of last night: "Fuck my face."

His eyes flash and he grabs me and tosses me on my back onto the bed. "With pleasure."

He crawls up me until his dick dangles above my mouth, letting me play with him for a minute before taking over. I open my mouth and he plunges in, staying shallow at first, but then moving deeper and deeper between my lips. I moan around him, loving every dirty second of it. My nipples are hard as pebbles and my pussy is soaked in wanting.

He's barely even touched me and I'm on the brink of coming.

He is careful with his strokes, careful not to hurt me or go too deep. A carnal part of me wants him to.

I reach up to rake my nails lightly down his ass and his answering groan is all I need. My fingers travel until they find his balls and I caress and fondle them with one hand while the other grips the flesh of his oh so hot ass.

He shudders and warns me. "I'm about to come."

I don't let him go. He stiffens and shoots into me with a shout, pulsing cum into my mouth. I swallow three times to get it all down. I lick all around his dick, cleaning it off.

He pulls out of my mouth with a moaning sigh. "That was fucking amazing."

I scoot out from under him, smiling. "Yes, it was."

We tangle together and he jerks the covers back over us. "What was that for?"

"A thank you for last night. And because I wanted to."

I'm still sleepy and somehow so happy.

And somehow so horny.

And judging by the way his dick is already starting to harden again, he is too. His hand brushes against my pussy and he stills. "What is this?" His fingers slip into the wet folds with ease.

I giggle and stroke him. "What is this?"

He smiles happily and crushes his lips to mine, tongue stroking and dancing inside my mouth. I wrap my arms around his neck, pressing my breasts into his chest. My sore nipples love the way his chest hairs scrape against them. We lie on our sides on the bed, pressed together, tongues tangling, soft sighs and moans escaping between kisses.

One of my hands releases his neck and I trail it down his side until I grip his cock and stroke my hand up and down. I still can't get over how big he is. I can't stop imagining what it would feel like inside me, stretching me to the limit. Reaching to depths never explored before.

He groans into my mouth, nipping lightly at my bottom lip. His beard is even scratchier this morning and I love it. I love the roughness of it, how disheveled it makes him look. He's normally so smooth and clean shaved. A practice he uses down there as well.

With the reminder, I press a last kiss to his mouth before licking and kissing my way down his neck, down his chest, following the rippled muscles to my favorite vee that leads to my new favorite part of him. He pulls me back up before I can reach him though, turning me onto my back.

"Uh uh. You already had your taste today. It's my turn."

He doesn't kiss his way down me like I did him. Instead he goes straight for the gold, spreading my legs and delving down into my folds.

I lurch up to meet him, everything more sensitive this morning.

He's soft and gentle today, taking his time, slow and deliberate. And it drives me wild.

"Scott, I want you inside me. I need you inside me."

He lifts his head, piercing me with his gaze. "Are you sure that's a good idea?"

I'm reckless and bold. "I don't know and right now I don't care. Do you?"

He smiles big. "Not really."

"Besides, everything we've done to each other already, I don't think it'll make a difference."

"Ah, we weren't that close anyway."

I warm all over at him throwing out a Friends reference. I reach for him, wanting to feel his body pressing me deep into the bed. I'm on the pill and we're both clean. I want to come with nothing between us. I want to feel him shoot into me.

He crawls on top of me, giving me everything I want, everything I ask for.

He kisses me so sweetly, his lips whispering against mine. His dick nudges at my entrance and I open my legs wide. He slides it back and forth across my clit, swabbing himself with me. I make an embarrassing mewling sound, tilting to try and capture him.

Chuckling against my mouth, he enters me, inch by inch. It takes everything to keep still instead of forcing him all the way in. But I want to feel every bit of him, to savor every second.

He stretches me wide; he is so so big. Am I going to be able to take all of him?

We both breathe out hard sighs once he's all the way inside. He's reaching so deep inside me, exploring unknown areas, I'm not sure I won't come as soon as he moves. I have never been so filled before.

Will he rip me apart when he begins?

He pulls out of me almost as slowly as he pushed in. I writhe beneath him, completely overcome. How does he have such self-control? Mine shattered last night and I haven't bothered putting it back together.

Scott starts moving in and out of me in leisurely, deliberate strokes, circling his hips every time he gets all the way inside. A slow burn builds up inside me, growing stronger with each stroke.

His head dips down to capture one of my hard nipples, his tongue tender as he spirals it around one and then the other while never stopping what he's doing with his dick and hips.

I've never been able to come from regular sex without some sort of clit stimulation, but based on the boiling in my blood, it isn't going to be a problem with Scott.

Our eyes meet and I drown in his blue depths, seeing his lust and desire mixed with affection and friendship. I'm unable to look away as the crescendo builds, as he pierces deep inside me and staying there, his mouth still attached to my breast.

And then he circles his hips and that's all it takes. I fly apart, bucking and moaning, utterly dazed. He slips out of me and presses a kiss to the top of my breast.

I'm still trembling and my limbs have anchored themselves to the bed. "I'm not done with you."

His lips quirk. "Good. I'm not done with you either, but I figured I'd give you a minute."

"I don't need a minute. I need more."

He full out grins. "Insatiable thing."

I squirm beneath him. "Apparently." I purse my lips a moment, gearing up the courage to ask, "You know how I want to try new things?"

He nods.

"I've never...I...I've never been taken from behind."

His brows raise in shock. "Never?"

I shake my head. "Never."

He rubs the back of his hands down my arms. "After today, you won't be able to say that."

I smile at the dark promise in his voice. "Good."

"But first, I'm craving more of your taste."

"I'll never say no to that."

"I'll hold you to that."

I bring my legs up and open when he slides down the bed, baring all of myself to him, surprised at how natural it feels. He's given me a gift even more amazing than the orgasms. He's given me the gift of finally owning my sexuality, finding no shame or guilt in demanding pleasure.

His tongue dips into my depths and he moans at his first taste. My legs spread even more to the point of pain, but I don't care. He laps at my bud before licking me back to front. His tongue pushes roughly into my pussy and I almost pass out from the sensation.

"Scott, please. Fuck me. Now. I need you inside me now."

He licks me all over one more time, sucking my clit into his mouth until I thrash before crawling back up to claim my mouth with a hungry kiss and plundering tongue.

I grasp at his broad shoulders and dig my nails into him. He growls and flips me over so I bounce on my belly. He grabs my hips and jerks my ass towards him until I'm up on my knees and elbows, my ass in the air, my face buried in his pillows, breathing in his minty scent.

He buries his face in me again, licking and nibbling, his face scratching my skin. I moan and open my legs so he can reach farther.

His tongue leaves my ass to dart over my clit. I pant with wanting. He pulls back and grabs my hips and slides into me like he's the perfect fit, like he belongs there.

He slides in and out of me, slow and easy, but it's not enough.

I turn my head to look over my shoulder. "Harder. Fuck me hard, Scott."

"Anything you say, love."

He slams into me so hard I see stars. "Yes, fuck. Yes."

He drives even deeper inside me than before, impaling me. But it's still not enough.

"Harder, please. I won't break."

He does, growling with the effort. I pump back on him as hard as I can, worked up into some carnal, animalistic frenzy. Something about this position demands a rough fucking, nothing else will do.

He reaches around to twist one of my nipples, pulling it with strong fingers, stretching my tit almost to the bed. I cry out, edging him on. He moves faster and his other hand leaves my hip to stroke my ass. Is he going to spank me?

He doesn't. Instead he shoves two fingers without preamble into my asshole, pumping it in and out in time with his dick. He fills me, stretches me, and fucks me with everything he's got, still torturing my nipple.

I'm on fire, about to explode.

Pain and pleasure mingle together and I swear I leave my body a moment before crashing back into it, screaming into the pillow as the orgasm rockets through me. Before I am done, Scott yells my name and stiffens, his hands disappearing from my tit and ass to grab my hips. His dick twitches inside me and I feel the hot pulse of his cum shooting into me. I clench down on him, milking every last drop.

We both groan and collapse onto the bed, Scott twisting so he doesn't land on me. As soon as he slides out, I miss him. I feel empty, but oh so fucking utterly satisfied.

I ache and twinge everywhere like I have been well and truly fucked for the first time of my life.

And I have.

Oh, I fucking have.

I start to giggle, shaking my head back and forth.

Scott props himself on an elbow and frowns at me. "What?"

"Nothing. I was just thinking how well and truly you've fucked me. I might not be able to walk for a week."

He wags his brows at me. "You just need some breakfast to get your strength back. Come on, let's get cleaned up and eat."

I let him pull me from the bed and follow him to the bathroom, still amazed at how natural it is for me to walk around naked without sucking in or covering up.

But really, what would be the point? He's seen and touched and licked every last inch of me. And nothing he came across seemed to bother him in the slightest.

He turns on the water, steam soon coating the bathroom and we hop in together, the hot spray soaking us. Once my hair is wet, he turns me around and lathers my hair with his mint shampoo. I have a fleeting thought of him marking his territory, but shove it away with an internal giggle.

Scott's not like that and right now, I wouldn't care if he was.

But smelling like him is probably going to keep me turned on all day.

His hands feel so wonderful against my scalp as he rubs the shampoo over my head. Tingling, I close my eyes and lean against him, smiling at the hard length of him poking me.

I reach up and grab some of the suds from my hair and reach behind me to grasp him. I keep rubbing him as he rinses the shampoo from my hair and as he lathers up his hands to run them over my breasts. I turn in his arms and we kiss, our slippery, sudsy bodies sliding against each other.

His hands travel to my core and he swipes my clit with hard strokes while I keep jerking him off. I come first, with a shuddering sigh, amazed how many he's been able to wrench from me. I sink to my knees and take him into my mouth, the water making it easy to move on him. He grips the back of my head, fisting my hair and thrusts into my mouth. I grab his ass to keep from falling over.

He stiffens and taps my shoulder to let me know he's coming. I suck hard and it pours over my tongue. Once he stops twitching, I release him from my mouth and he helps me stand.

We grin at each other like idiots and finish cleaning up and drying off. Back in his bedroom I can smell the after effects of our night and morning. I prickle down low, but shake it off.

I might die if I try to do it again.

My stomach roars in protest of my new addiction. I grab my change of clothes from his bottom drawer and get dressed, turning to find him watching me, a towel wrapped dangerously low around his waist. I want to see it pooled at his feet.

What the hell, Amanda?

Get it together and remember this is your best friend. Time to go back to normal.

H grins. "I'm glad that's the outfit you left here."

I look down at myself, pale blue V-neck and the thin, tight, light grey yoga pants over no underwear. It had felt weird to me at the time to leave panties at his house.

I laugh. "I'll need to borrow one of your flannel shirts to tie around my waist when I head home."

"Sure, but not until then."

I shake my head with a smile. "Deal."

He drops the towel and I dart my eyes to the side.

"Not getting shy on me, are you?" Scott asks.

I shake my head, trying to keep my eyes fixed to the ground. "No, I just don't want to be tempted to jump you again."

"As much as I adore the faith you have in my stamina; I do not think I can handle another round right now."

"I don't think I could either." It's a lie. I totally want to do it again. I want to experience everything I've missed right away.

He yanks on a pair of blue sweatpants and pulls a black tee over his head. He looks adorable and a lot more like my best friend; it helps keep my libido in check.

A little.

He tosses a friendly arm over my shoulder. "Come on. Let's eat. I have some cheap sparkling wine and orange juice. I think this morning calls for mimosas."

"Sounds delicious."

I hop on the barstool while he plops strips of bacon in a skillet. I wince a bit when my bottom half makes contact with the seat, but it's a good type of twinge.

He slides over the stuff for mimosas and I put them together while he finishes the bacon and scrambles up the eggs. We chat lightly about classes and a few mutual friends, things easy and comfortable between us.

I only checked out his ass once. Twice. Okay, three times. But that's it.

Once he has the food plated and hops up on the stool beside me, I hand him a glass. He raises his to me. "What should we toast to?"

"I dunno. How about to my new adventure?”

He clinks our glasses together. "To the beginning. To new adventures."

I make eye contact with him for luck over our glasses. “To the beginning of everything.”

Part Two releases in late September, 2016!