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Susan
By Bruce Hannon

Copyright 2001.
bruce_hannon@hotmail.com.


DISCLAIMER AND WARNING

This story is a work of fiction.  None of the
characters are based on real people.  The story has
sexually explicit content.  If you are offended by
sexually explicit material, if you are under age or it
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any further.



SUSAN

Susan had been a good friend of mine for a long, long
time.  I had met her at a college dance.  She was on a
blind date arranged by her sister, Andrea, who was
dating Joe, a friend of mine.  Her date didn't work
out too well.  She later told me that she had nothing
in common with the guy and they couldn't seem to hold
any kind of conversation.  He ended up getting drunk
and disappearing, leaving Sue stranded.  My date had
flu and, although she had tried valiantly to stick it
out, she eventually asked me to take her home so that
she could get to bed.  When I got back Susan was
sitting with Joe and Andrea.  We started talking and
dancing together and both ended up having a great
time.  I gave her a lift home after the dance and we
promised to stay in touch.  I made no secret of the
fact that I was in a serious relationship at the time
and she told me she had just broken up and wasn't
ready for anything more than a friendship.  

My relationship didn't last very long.  It was based
more on lust than love and once the sexual attraction
cooled a little we found that we had little else in
common.  By that time Sue had started dating a guy
from the company she worked for.  We still stayed in
touch and met for coffee now and again.  Occasionally
took in a movie together or spent a Sunday afternoon
walking on the beach.  We got on well together and
soon became very good friends.

Over the years both of us had several other
relationships but we continued to see each other
regularly.  When needed, we offered each other a
shoulder to cry on or a sounding board to vent our
frustrations on.  It was a wonderful friendship and
surprisingly, because we found each other physically
as well as emotionally attractive, seemed destined to
remain nothing more.  In all the years I had known Sue
we had never had any kind of sexual relationship.  Our
relationship was almost like that that might exist
between an older brother and his sister, except that
we probably enjoyed each other's company more than
most brothers and sisters do.

Sue lived in a small bachelor apartment and there we
spent many happy hours together just chatting or
playing cards.  Our friendship was such that we could
talk comfortably about our relationships with others
without any jealousy.  The first time this happened
was when Sue told me that she had fallen in love with
her boss.  She worked as a sales representative for a
travel company.  Her boss, let's call him John, was
unfortunately married.  Being in the travel business
he spent a lot of time away from home arranging tours
and negotiating deals with hotels and so on.  He
frequently took Sue along, supposedly to record the
minutes of meetings and prepare contracts.

On one of these trips that he had taken her out to
celebrate a new and particularly valuable contract
signed earlier in the day.  They had enjoyed a good
meal and quite a lot of wine before returning to the
hotel.  At the door to her room he had stood looking
at her for a moment, then suddenly leaned forward, and
kissed her.  Sue had always found him very attractive
and with her inhibitions lowered by the wine, she had
kissed him back.  What should have been nothing more
than a goodnight peck turned into a long, passionate
kiss.

Sue told me that she didn't know why she allowed it to
happen but when she turned and opened the door to her
room, John followed her in closing the door behind
him.  He then wrapped his arms around her and began
kissing her even more passionately.  Then he started
unbuttoning her jacket and cupped her breasts through
her shirt and still she did nothing to discourage him.
 Soon she was feeling too aroused to care and they
ended up in bed together.  "He is a marvellous lover",
she told me.  "Oh, why does he have to be married.?"

Sue was experiencing a severe bout of conscience but
found that her feelings for him were too intense to
give him up.  Anyway, she needed her job and couldn't
see how she could break off their relationship and
continue to work for him.

For several months this relationship continued.  Sue
and John travelled a lot during the week and always
slept together when staying away over night.  He never
took her out or attempted to see her outside the
office when they were back home.  I guess that he was
afraid of being seen with her.  One thing soon became
clear.  He was terrified of his wife finding out about
their relationship.

During this period I was between serious relationships
and saw a lot of Sue.  I knew that John was just using
her and I think she did too.  I noticed that she was
becoming more and more miserable and depressed.  She
talked about almost nothing else and the only time she
seemed happy was when she was getting ready to go away
on another trip with John.  

Eventually the inevitable happened.  Sue and John were
away on one of his trips and had gone to a club to
after supper.  They were dancing together and John was
fondling her rather shapely backside when a loud
greeting was shouted at them from a nearby table.  "Hi
John.  Making your secretary work late tonight?"

John turned as white as a sheet when he saw the source
of the greeting.  "Oh God.  Its Harry!" he said.

It turned out that Harry was an old family friend,
also in town on a business trip, and that Harry knew
John's wife very well.  In fact, John admitted to Sue,
Harry had always had a bit of a thing for his wife and
flirted furiously with her whenever he visited.  He
was very worried that Harry may use what he had just
seen to stir things up a little on his next visit to
their home.

"Come, sit with us", said Harry pointing to two empty
chairs at the table he was sharing with a business
colleague.

Unable to think of any good reason for not doing so
John and Sue had sat with Harry and his friend.  John
made a bit of a thing about the fact that he had
brought Sue to the club to thank her for her help with
a very long but successful negotiation.  After a while
John asked Harry to excuse them saying that he must
phone his wife before she went to bed and that they
had another long day ahead of them tomorrow so he was
sure that Sue would like him to take her back to the
hotel.

That chance meeting with Harry had given John a
serious fright and, terrified that the story would
inevitably get back to his wife if he continued the
relationship, he told Sue that he wanted to end it and
it would be best for both of them if she found herself
a new job.  She was devastated.  When she got home she
phoned me.  I could hear the pain in her voice and
knew she was close to tears.  I rushed over.  She
opened the door the moment I rang.  I opened my arms
and she stepped into them.  Her head dropped to my
shoulder and a sob escaped her lips.  I pushed the
door closed with my foot and stood cradling her in my
arms while she quietly sobbed on my shoulder.  I held
her like a brother and tried to comfort her with
meaningless phrases like, "You are far to good for
him.  He doesn't deserve a wonderful girl like you." 
What else could I say?

After a while she seemed to calm down and we moved
into her living room.  I sat her on the couch and went
to the small kitchen to make coffee.  I returned with
two steaming mugs and sat next to her.  I put an arm
around her shoulders and pulled her to me.  We didn't
talk much.  I took a clean tissue from the box on the
table in front of us and wiped the tears from Sue's
cheeks, planting a small kiss on each as I finished. 
She looked up at me with a wan smile, reached up and
took my head between her hands.  She pulled me too her
and kissed me tenderly on the lips.

"Please stay here tonight," she pleaded.

I did.  And although I shared her bed that night, sex
was still not on the menu.  She showered, slipped on a
long T-shirt and cotton briefs and slipped into bed
while I showered.  Not having come prepared I wore
only my underpants.  I climbed in next to her.  She
was lying on her side with her back to me.  She
wriggled back and pressed her back to my chest and her
legs to mine.  I put an arm over her.  She fell asleep
almost immediately although I lay awake for a long
time enjoying the warm intimacy of her body against
mine.  Eventually I too fell asleep.

Next morning I awoke with Sue still in my arms, her
bottom pressed into my crotch and an enormous
erection.  I tried to ease myself back not knowing how
she would react if she awoke and felt my hard cock
pressed between her buttocks.  She was already awake
though and rolled over the moment I moved.

"Good morning," she murmured.  "Thank you for
staying."  Then she reached down and very gently
gripped my aching erection through the thin cotton of
my underpants.  "Don't be embarrassed," she said. 
"I'm very flattered even if I don't think it should go
any further."  For a few seconds she gently squeezed
my hard cock to show that she meant what she had said
about not feeling embarrassed.  Then, releasing her
grip, she got up, took some clothes from the cupboard
and went into the bathroom to dress. 

While she was in the bathroom I got up and dressed
quickly.  She made us breakfast and then I left to go
home, shave and change for work.  As aroused as I
still was, I knew that it was a good thing that we had
not had sex that night.  She was hurting too badly. 
She needed a good friend, not a lover.  Sex would
almost certainly have damaged our friendship and
changed our relationship forever.

Eventually Sue got over John.  She had found a new job
and was starting to date a few guys but was avoiding
any serious attachments.  Then came her turn to
comfort me.

I had met Cathy a short while after Sue's break up
with John.  Cathy was a teacher at a local school.  We
met at a beach party organised by a mutual friend. 
The attraction was instantaneous and mutual.  Sun,
wine and skimpy swim wear set the mood and Cathy came
home with me that evening.  Two weeks later she moved
in permanently.  

Cathy was completely uninhibited and enthusiastic
about sex.  We revelled in each other's bodies.  I
marvelled at the pleasure she could bring me and I
her.  With previous lovers I had always had to work
hard and hold myself back to allow them to reach
orgasm.  With Cathy it was different.  She was able to
cum very quickly and easily.  Cathy frequently had
several orgasms before I reached mine.  I found it
incredibly exciting to be able to arouse her so easily
and to take her over the edge two or three times in as
little as ten minutes.

I loved exploring her body intimately.  I would have
her lie on her back, naked, arms at he side, thighs
widely parted.  Then I would start kissing her, first
on the lips, pressing my tongue into her mouth and
exploring it softly, then on her breasts.  I would cup
her breasts gently in my hands while planting feather
light kisses all around her nipples.  Then, slowly I
would circle each nipple with my finger, watching the
dark circles around them stiffen and pucker pushing
her nipples upward.  I loved to take her nipples
between my teeth and nibble them gently.  All the
while she had to lie still, not taking part, enjoying
my attentions passively.  On more than one occasion
she had reached her first orgasm as I sucked and
teased her breasts.

Cathy had the best looking pussy I had ever had the
pleasure of going down on.  The outer lips were plump
and very soft.  She kept them shaved and I would often
gaze admiringly at them for long seconds before
reaching out and running a finger up and down each
lip.  Having me staring at her pussy excited Cathy. 
She would part her legs even wider, lift her hips and
thrust it toward me.  Often she would reach down and
use her fingers to caress herself, parting those soft
lips to expose the delicate internal folds.

"Look," she would say, pulling her pussy lips open,
"My cunt is all hot and wet inside.  My cunt wants to
feel your cock slipping deep down in here."  As she
said this, she would slide two fingers deep into her
vagina and then part the fingers to open her pink
glistening tunnel to my gaze.

She loved me watching her pleasure herself.  She would
lay back, legs wide open and stroke and tease her
pussy lips with one hand while vigorously rubbing her
clitoris with the other.  All the time she would give
a running commentary, demanding that I look.  "Look
how wet I am," she would cry, "All hot and wet and
ready to cum.  Oh!  Oh!  I'm sooo near.  Watch my
fingers fuck pussy into heaven."

As she came, her thighs would clamp together, trapping
her hand while her hips thrust upward in a series of
spasmodic jerks.  A long sigh would escape her lips
and her hips would drop back onto the bed.  Her thighs
would relax and open, exposing her sopping cunt to my
fascinated gaze once more

"Come eat my pussy up," she would say, placing her
hands under her buttocks and lifting her hips high
above the bed, her pussy lips spread open, juices
trickling from her exposed vaginal opening.  

I loved to pleasure her orally.  I would get her to
lie with her bottom on the end of the bed and her legs
hanging down over the edge.  Then I would kneel
between her widely parted thighs, admire her plump
soft pussy lips for a few moments before bending my
head to plant a loving kiss on those soft cushions. 
For a while I would run a finger gently up, around,
and down her outer lips, watching them swell and
become a delicate rosy pink.  As they became engorged
they would start to part, exposing her soft inner
petals.  I would place one hand on each side of her
cunt and gently open those delicate rose tinted
petals.  I would make my tongue into a stiff little
point and press it as deep as I could into her vaginal
opening and then, with my lips sealed to her spread
lips push it in and out and round and round.  Cathy
would start to moan and rock her groin up into my
face.  I would sweep my tongue up her slit and under
the little hood at its apex to swirl and tease her
clitoris.  She would buck and writhe and I would suck
her into my mouth while rubbing my tongue harder and
harder over the now prominent nub of her clitoris.  At
this point she would usually climax explosively and
immediately demand that I enter her.

It seldom took more than half a dozen thrusts of my
cock to bring her to a second even more explosive
orgasm.  I could often get her to climax two or three
times before I too went over the edge.  Some times we
would keep each other aroused all day with small
touches and intimate caresses and, on such days, when
we eventually made love, I would cum so hard that the
pulsations in my cock and the deluge of hot semen
spurting deep inside her cunt would be enough to bring
her to yet another orgasm.

It had to be too good to last.  One afternoon I
developed a very painful headache while at work.  I
went to the boss, excused myself saying that I felt
too bad to continue, and was going to go home to bed
to try and sleep it off.  I drove back to my apartment
and let myself in.  I didn't expect to find Cathy
home.  She should have been at school assisting with
the afternoon's sports and other extra mural
activities.  But I did find her.  The first thing I
saw as I opened the door and stepped into the small
lobby, which opened directly into the lounge, was
Cathy.  She was naked, facing to my left, bent forward
leaning her hands on the seat of one of the stuffed
leather chairs that I had bought cheap at an auction. 
Standing behind her, to my right, his hand gripping
her hips and his hard young dick pumping in and out of
her cunt was one of her pupils.  He was about
seventeen, captain of the school's first rugby team
and a big, muscular athletic guy.  He too was stark
naked.  I saw his strong heavy thigh muscles and the
muscles of his backside working as he thrust
energetically into Cathy's cunt.  The force of his
strokes jerked her forward each time he thrust.  Her
breasts were clearly visible to me, hanging from her
torso behind her arms.  They were swinging wildly with
the motion of her body.  He was very well equipped and
I could clearly see the length and thickness of his
hard cock, glistening with her juices, on each out
stroke.  They must both have been very close to orgasm
and completely unaware of my entrance or at that stage
where nothing else matters.  His strong hands gripped
her hips with a pressure that made deep hollows in her
flesh.  She was gasping, "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me
harder, Jerry!"

Suddenly she screeched in a way she never did when I
made love to her and started thrusting her ass back at
him, meeting his thrusts with her own.  He went rigid
and pushed deep into her, his face contorting as I
guess he started cumming.  She was moaning and
screaming.  Then, slowly she subsided, allowing her
arms to bend lowering her chest onto the chair.  He
remained standing behind her as his dick slipped from
her.

"Shit!"  I screamed at them.  "What the fuck is going
on here?"  Then I turned and walked out.  I walked and
walked, my mind numbed from the shock of what I had
just seen.  My headache was forgotten as anger welled
up inside my chest.  The image of his cock slamming
into her and her hanging breasts swinging violently
kept playing over and over in my mind.  I don't know
where I walked but later, much later, I ended up at
Sue's apartment.

Thank God she was home.  It was now my turn to break
down and sob in her arms.

I spent the night at Sue's apartment, but not in her
bed.  The following day I returned to my apartment,
told Cathy it was over and insisted that she move out
immediately.

By now you should have a good idea of the type of
relationship that Sue and I had.  It was platonic but
a deep and caring friendship.  Then, something
happened about six weeks after the Cathy incident that
brought a whole new dimension to our friendship.  I
hadn't dated anyone else yet but had spent a lot of
time with Sue.  It was a Saturday afternoon.  Sue and
I had been to the beach but had left when the wind
picked up and started blowing the sand around.  We had
gone back to my apartment for a snack and were sitting
watching a video.  I was sitting on one of those
stuffed leather chairs and Sue was sitting on a
cushion at my feet.  It was a hot day and had
discarded my T-shirt.  I was still wearing a pair of
swimming trunks from the beach.  Sue was wearing a
halter-top and white shorts.  She had removed her
bikini top and I could see the outline of her breasts
shaping the stretch fabric of the short halter, which
left a good part of her midriff bare.

The movie was about some guy and a girl living on a
deserted island.  I can't remember much about it for
reasons, which will shortly become clear.  The girl
seemed to enjoy being naked and, with my non-existent
sex life at present, the site of her prancing around
the island with just a scrap of something tied around
her waist was making me more than a bit horny.

Sue turned to offer me a potato crisp from the bowl we
were sharing and must have noticed the bulge in my
swimming trucks.  "Feeling a bit horny?" she asked
with a big grin and a pointed stare at my crotch.

"You've noticed?" I grinned back.  "I've been a bit
deprived of late."

"Horrible isn't it." she murmured.  And then, after a
long pause while she munched another crisp, she put
the bowl down and gently ran a finger down the length
of the bulge in my swimming trunks.

"Perhaps I can help," she said.

I was somewhat startled.  It was the last thing I
expected from Sue, but hell, it felt damn good.

"You don't have to do this, Sue."  I'll survive.

"What are friends for?" she asked, pressing a bit
harder and using the tips of two fingers to stroke up
and down the length of my now fully erect cock. 
"Here, let me help you take those off." she said
reaching for the drawstring at the waist of my
swimming trunks.

"Sue, you really don't need to do this."  I was
feeling a little awkward.  I was also wondering where
this might take our friendship.  I had often thought
about what Sue might be like as a lover.  After all,
she was a very attractive woman.  But, I had never
made the slightest pass.  I valued our undemanding
relationship very much and was afraid that if we let
ourselves become sexually involved we might put our
friendship at risk.

Sue ignored me and pulled the drawstring in my trunks
loose before tugging at the waistband.  I lifted my
bum off the chair and the trunks slid down my thighs
to my feet.  My erect cock jumped up, freed from the
confines of the trunks, and bobbed in front of Sue's
face as she slipped the trunks off, now kneeling on
the floor at my feet.  Without saying a work she
reached out, gripped the base of my organ, and leaned
down to kiss its tip.  She stretched out her tongue
and rubbed it across the little slit on the end of my
cock from which a small drop of pre-cum was starting
to ooze.  Then she opened her mouth and took the whole
head of my cock inside it.  She started applying
suction as her tongue rubbed the sensitive under
surface before swirling it around and over the head. 
With her other hand she reached between my legs and
gently cupped my balls.  She began to bob her head
over my distended shaft, pumping the lower part with
her hand in synchronism with her mouth while fondling
my balls with the other hand.  It struck me that she
was very good at this and somehow I found that
disturbing.

Suddenly Sue stopped working on my now aching cock.  I
groaned but she ignored me.  She reached down, crossed
her arms, gripped the bottom edge of her halter and
lifted it over her head in one smooth sweep.  Then,
giving my pulsing cock one last long slow suck, she
stood up facing me.

I had never appreciated what a fantastic figure she
had.  Standing before me, naked from the waist up,
looking directly into my eyes, she was stunningly
beautiful.  The tight white shorts emphasised her
narrow waist and long shapely legs.  She reached down,
unzipped them and began to wriggle the shorts down
over her hips, while swaying to some imaginary music. 
Her breasts shimmied with the motion of her body. 
They were firm and well shaped and jiggled rather than
swayed.  The shorts slipped over her hips and dropped
down her long legs to her feet, leaving her standing
in her bright sky blue bikini bottom.  

She stepped out of the crumpled shorts and turned away
from me.  She widened her stance, feet well apart, and
bent forward from the waist.  She smiled up at me from
between her long shapely legs.  I could see the
material of her bikini bottom go taught and clearly
outline the lips of her sex.  Her bottom was firm,
round and very sexily displayed.  The rear of her
bikini was no more than a small triangle high up near
the waistband and a narrow thong of material running
down between her cheeks until it widened slightly to
cup her pubic area.  She swung upright again and still
facing away from me worked the bikini bottom down over
her hips and dropped it to the floor.

Then she turned to face me again.  I was entranced by
her beautiful nude body.  "Sue, you are so beautiful",
I gasped.

She smiled in appreciation and advanced towards me.  I
was still seated on the edge of the overstuffed
leather chair, my painfully hard erection rearing
upwards in front of me.  She placed one leg on either
side of me and reached down between her thighs to
grasp my cock and guide it to her sex.  Then, she
lowered herself onto me, pausing for a moment to rub
the head of my cock into her very wet slit, then
taking me inside her right to the balls in one smooth
movement.  I reached up and cupped her breasts,
sliding forward slightly.  Sue began to rock her hips
rubbing her sex against my pubic bone while I caressed
her lovely breasts and teased her nipples.  She used
her legs to lift herself until I was only just inside
her before dropping down and engulfing the full length
of my cock again.  She would do this a few times and
then, rock her hips while holding me deep inside her
before lifting up and starting the whole cycle again.

She must have been feeling very horny and in need of a
good fuck too.  Very soon she was moaning and
breathing in shallow gasps.  I pulled her head to me. 
Our lips met.  I pressed my tongue between her lips. 
Her tongue met mine and they embraced.  My hands
squeezed at her lovely firm breasts and I rocked and
thrust at her with my hips, matching her rhythm.  It
could not have been more than 5 minutes before she let
out a long low sigh, clamped her eyes shut and plunged
frantically down onto my cock, rocking her hips
wildly.  I felt her cunt squeeze and suck at me.  That
pushed me over the edge and into a huge orgasm.  I
felt myself swell inside her, my balls contracted and
my cock began to pulse shooting my sperm deep into her
spasming vagina.  She must have felt me coming and it
prolonged her own orgasm, forcing a series of quiet
"Ahhh's" from between her clenched jaws.

Slowly the tensions in our bodies subsided.  Sue
remained sitting on my lap with my slowly softening
cock still buried deep inside her.  She took my head
in her hands, leaned forward and our lips met in a
long, slow, gentle but passionate kiss.  Then, she
rested her head against my chest and I cradled her in
my arms.  We had been sitting like that for a long
time when she murmured, "I needed that."

"Me too", I concurred.

After another long kiss Sue lifted herself off my lap.
 I stood up and reached for her hand.  Hand in hand I
walked her through to the bathroom, turned on the
shower, waited for the water to reach the right
temperature.  Then, I pulled her into the shower with
me.  

I took the soap and turning her way from me slowly
soaped her back and shoulders.  Working my way down I
cupped her buttocks and caressed them with soapy,
slippery hands.  Reaching around her and pulling her
back to me I started to soap her lovely firm breasts,
lingering on the hardening nipples.  I reached between
her legs and gently washed her sex, enjoying the soft
rubbery feel of her outer lips and the silky texture
of the inside skin.  As my soapy finger traced a path
over her clitoris she leaned back against me and gave
a soft sigh of pleasure.  I was rock hard again and
she wriggled her bum against me, pressing the length
of my cock up the crack between her cheeks.

I took the shampoo from its ledge above and poured
some into may hand.  I made sure her hair was wet and
then began to shampoo it for her giving her scalp a
brisk massage at the same time.  While I worked at
this she kept herself pressed against my erect penis,
moving her hips to rub her bottom against me.  When I
had finished and carefully rinsed out the last traces
of shampoo she took the soap and began to wash me
spending a long, long time soaping and stroking my
cock and the heavy sack hanging from its base.

After drying ourselves we walked through to my
bedroom.  I pulled a hair dryer from a drawer and sat
Sue down on my bed while I combed and blow-dried her
hair.  Standing between her thighs my still erect cock
was very accessible and she took the opportunity to
stroke and caress it the whole time.

When her hair was dry I pushed her back onto the bed
and kneeled on the floor between her slim, shapely,
thighs.  I could see the slight glint of moisture
shining in the slit between the puffy outer lips of
her sex and knew that she was very aroused once more. 
I bent and gently kissed her sex, pressing my tongue
between her outer lips as I did so.  For a while I
kissed and teased her pussy.  Then I climbed up onto
the bed, pushing her back with me.  I kneeled between
her thighs as she bent her knees and spread them wide.
 She reached between us and guided my cock to her
entrance.  I moved my hips and pressed myself to her,
sliding easily into her cunt.  Then slowly I began to
pump in and out.  This time we were not in such
desperate need and enjoyed a slow, loving, gentle
fuck.  We climaxed together after about 15 minutes,
when I could hold back no longer.  My orgasm triggered
Sue's.  

Afterwards, I pulled a blanket over us and curled up
to Sue's back, my arms around her, one lovely breast
cupped in my hand and we slept.

Strangely, years after that first time we are still
good friends, still dating others, still looking
unsuccessfully for the one we want to marry and still
fucking each other whenever one or both of us feel the
need.  I would never have believed that sex between
friends can work so well and not change the nature of
the relationship.  Yet, for Sue and I, it does.  It is
the best sex I have ever experienced, probably because
there is no emotional baggage getting in the way. 
When we fuck, we do it totally for the pleasure and
the release we can give to each other.  I don't think
our friends and our various partners and lovers can
understand our relationship.  Perhaps that is why
neither of us seems able to find a suitable or willing
marriage partner.  But we will always be there for
each other and just maybe, our relationship is
stronger and more rewarding than any marriage.

THE END


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