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Subject: {ASSM} "Best Friends"  {by Holly} (MF, rom, first)
Date: Mon, 19 Aug 2002 00:10:05 -0400
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Best Friends  (MF, rom, first)

The warm summer breeze ruffled her hair and the faint sounds of music came
from the ballroom as she stood on the balcony overlooking the magnificent
grounds of the manor house.  No matter how far she came in life, no matter
how much recognition or rewards she seemed to gain, at these types of formal
functions she still found herself ......... "Bored?"  The voice startled her
and she whirled to see who was finishing her thoughts.  He stood quite near,
all 6'1" of him - - his brown eyes wrinkling into his smile.  He was holding
out a glass of champagne.  "I saw you sneak out here.  It's a beautiful
night, and an even more beautiful view, don't you think?"  She nodded in
agreement, more than a little annoyed at his sudden intrusion, and then
turned away from him again to resume her quiet reverie.

He had seen her alright.  He'd been watching her all night.  The way she
moved through throngs of people.  The way she carried herself:  her dress,
her hair - perfect.  The fact that she wasn't waiflike attracted him even
further - he liked the idea of having something to hold on to.  His eyes
drank in her every move, and he had to concentrate at times to keep his body
from overreacting and betraying his thoughts to everyone in the room.  He
knew he wanted her but he just wasn't sure how much until he saw her there,
leaning against the granite of the balcony, in the soft bluish moonlight.
Her beautiful shoulders were framed perfectly by the dress she'd chosen.  It
was all he could do not to walk up to her right then and there and begin to
nibble on them.  Her graceful neck and perfect earlobes beckoned him as
well.  In the subtile nighttime glow, he could see the softness of her
flawless skin and smell her perfume wafting in the air around him - - - and
it nearly made him weak with wanton desire.

"I'm sorry, did you say something?" she had turned to look at him - her blue
eyes burning into his very flesh, one eyebrow raised in curiosity.  He
realized, then, he had been sort of groaning under his breath while watching
her lean against the balcony rail - watching the Ruebenesque roundness of
her buttocks press against the softness of her dress and her heavy breasts
strain for release from their bondage.  He quickly stuttered a "n-n-no" as
he held the glass of champagne out to her once again, and this time she took
it from him, her hand grazing his lightly and causing him to stir in his
tuxedo pants.  "Thank you," she said, and turned back to the view.   He
cleared his throat, and, almost like a teenager asking his father for the
first time to borrow the family car, he stammered, "I've been watching you
all night, and there is one thing I've been dying to ask  you ....."  "Okay
..... " she responded, turning seductively toward him, carefully placing the
delicate glass champagne flute on the granite planter next to her.  He
stepped forward boldly, taking her into his arms "..... would you care to
dance with me?"  Her arms automatically went to his broad shoulders, and she
threw her head back - - her laughter lilting across the terrace.  "You know
I will, silly ..... " and she melted against him, sliding her hand into his
as they began to glide across the marbled floor like Fred and Ginger.  "I
know you hate these things," he said, nuzzling that delicious neck he'd been
lusting after all evening, breathing deeply of her scent, "and I appreciate
you coming with me tonight.  But if we don't get out of here soon, I'm going
to take you to that cabana over there ...."  She tilted her head slightly
and whispered the words he so wanted to hear: "So, what's stopping  you?"

They had been best friends forever.  They flirted with each other all the
time, were each other's confidantes, touchstones, and backup dates for
functions just such as this, but they had never, ever made love.  Sure, they
had hinted and played at it with each other, things like holding hands and
kissing each other lightly, but had never come to the brink - - mostly
because they were both so afraid that sex would ruin their perfect
friendship.   Until that very instant, he had no idea how very much she
wanted him, and she really had no idea how much he really, truly, deeply
loved her.   He placed his hands on her hips and pushed her away, looking
deeply into her eyes:  "Are you kidding?"  She reached between them, placing
her hand on the front of his trousers.  "What do YOU think?" She gripped him
and then she just smiled.  "I think I'm taking you home....." he said and
took her hand, leading her briskly to the car.  Her heart sank.  This was
NOT the reaction she was hoping for!  A million things swirled through her
head, not the least of which being that he probably thinks her to be a
whore.  She was so embarassed by her aggression that all the way home she
kept her hands in her lap and watched out the window of the car at the
scenery skirting by.  He tried to engage her in conversation, but she wasn't
interested .... she merely moped and answered him in short, cryptic
sentences.  He knew something was wrong, but wasn't really sure what he had
done to provoke such a sudden "cold front" between them.

They arrived at her home, and he walked her to the door.  "I'm sorry about
earlier," she said,  "about grabbing your .... you ... um ...." her eyes
downcast so not to show her growing fears.  He smiled, "Oh, babe .... I'm
not sorry!  So, THIS is why you were so quiet!  No ... no ... no!  Look at
me."  She did, and her blush told him exactly what he needed to know.
Taking her face gently into his hands, he kissed her.  Not like the usual
kissing-his-sister peck, but a long, slow, deep kiss borne of his escalating
desire.  His tongue found solace in her mouth and in doing so, his hands
slid from her jaw to her shoulders and then down to her breasts.  He took
them into his hands and through her dress slowly ran his thumbs across the
nipples until they stood out.  Completely confused, she broke the kiss and
stepped back, "I don't understand.  I offered myself to you at the manor
house, and you chose instead to bring me home ...."  He pulled her to him
one more time, kissing her deeply and taking her hand in his.   He slid it
to the front of his trousers, and in a breathless whisper said, "yes, and I
believe this is where we last were ......"  He looked at her face.  Her brow
was knitted in a confused mixture of want and fear, yet she didn't move her
hand.  Instead, her fingers curled gently around him, her thumb brushing
casually at his rapidly-hardening cock, causing him to gasp.  "Explain to
me, please, what is going on?"  He gazed at her intently, and then softly
said, "Look, I didn't want to make love to you for the first time in a
cabana at a party.  I didn't want to be rushed or fear discovery.  I want to
take my time .... to show  you ....." His voice trailed off as she turned to
unlock the door.  "Show me what?" she asked as they breached the threshold
of her house.  His hand reached for her once again, turning her so she could
see and hear him clearly, "Show you how much I love you."

He lifted her into his arms.   No, she was not a small girl, but he had been
working out in anticipation of just such a moment.  He carried her into her
bedroom (he had been to her house a million times in the years they'd known
each other, so he knew where he was going), and they tumbled onto her bed
.... laughing .... more like the old friends they'd always been than new
lovers they were about to become.  She turned on a small bedside lamp, which
threw just enough light around the room that she felt comfortable.  He rose
from the bed and quickly pulled off his tux coat, his tie, shoes, and socks;
she leaned back on the bed on her elbows, watching him strip.  She drew a
sharp breath when he removed his shirt:  she had fantasies of how his body
must look under his clothing - - she had danced with him a million times and
felt how his body felt against her, but now she was truly seeing it for the
first time.  He wasn't weight-lifter perfect, which suited her just fine.
She loved the way his chest and stomach came together with a line of
feathery hair.  His shoulders and arms were just right for holding her when
she needed him.  She licked her lips in anticipation of what the trousers
held!  His hands moved to undo the belt, but she stopped him with a soft,
"no."   He looked at her, wondering if she was rethinking this whole thing,
then she finished with, "please .... c'mere and let me....."    Stepping
forward, he shivered as her soft hands touched his bare skin for the first
time.  She placed her warm hands against his stomach, feeling his breathing
quicken and hearing him groan in anticipation.  She opened his pants,
pressing them over his hips, and catching his underwear with her hands on
the way down.   He was now fully exposed to her and she leaned forward,
kissing him on each hipbone with a soft, sucking kiss.   She took his cock
into her hands and looked up at him, "Is this what you want me to do?"  she
asked while stroking him gently.  "No...." he croaked.  "Is this ..." she
said, taking a long, hot lick of the shaft, "what you want me to do?"  He
swallowed hard, "U-u-u-hhhhh  .... it's good ..... but no....."  He took her
head into his hands and said, "Please suck me ..."  and he thrust his cock
forward into her hot mouth.  She had already wet her lips, so he slid easily
back and forth over them as she laved him with her tongue.  She concentrated
on just the right amount of pressure and before long, he was pushing her
away .... begging her to stop.  "Honey, I'll cum too soon and I want to make
love to you ....."

He knelt down in the floor in front of her.  Kissing her collarbone, he
reached around for the zipper of her dress, and once it was undone, he slid
her dress carefully from her and hung it neatly over a chair.  He uncoupled
her bra,  revelling in the weight of her large breasts in his hands.   He
nibbled and suckled at her nipples, causing her to moan and squirm ... yet
he had so much farther to go!  He slowly rolled her stockings off each of
her legs, kissing her toes as he finished.  He pushed her onto her back and,
taking her hips into his hands, carefully peeled her panties from her.   The
wetness in the crotch was evident and she blushed hotly when he held them to
his nose and commented on it.   "You smell heavenly .... let's see how you
taste ....." he said, kneeling before her again. She felt him put pressure
on the inside of each knee, asking without words for her to open herself up
to him.   His hands skimmed up the insides of her thighs and she felt them
come to rest on either side of her slit, his thumbs gently opening her even
more to his gaze.  She closed her eyes in anticipation, but she was totally
unprepared for the sensation of his mouth on her at last.  "Oh,
GOOODDDDDDDDDD ....." she moaned and arched against him as his tongue found
it's mark.   He smiled, bemused at her reaction,, "MMMmmmm, you taste good
......" and he lowered his head once again to drink from her.  She reached
down with her hands, running them through his hair, encouraging his every
move, pulling his mouth closer and closer to her, his tongue deeper.  She
came and came, and he seemed to never tire.  His senses were overloaded:
her tangy sweetness on his lips and tongue, her soft moans echoing in his
hears, her body heat radiating against his face, and inside he felt as if he
would burst if he didn't fill her soon.   He lifted his head as he slid his
fingers into her, brushing her clit incessantly with his thumb until she was
cumming again, wanting to watch her skin flush as he felt her pulse around
them.   He kissed his way softly from her thighs, to her hips, over the
gentle curves of her belly to her breasts.  He lay against her chest,
listening to her heart beat wildly, and suckled at her magnificent breasts.
She reached and stroked his hair as he did so, basking in the glow of her
orgasms.

Coming down from the heights of pleasure, she suddenly realized he could see
her naked body in the lamplight and began to feel extremely self-conscious.
So she extricated herself from under his ministrations, finding solace in
the bedcovers.  "What's wrong?" he asked, afraid he'd done something
terribly wrong.  She sat there, the covers pulled around her, gripping her
arms around her knees, and began to cry.  "I'm afraid ...." she choked out,
her voice quivering.  He looked incredulous, "Afraid of ME?!?"  "No ...
afraid of THIS.  Afraid of tomorrow.  Afraid of you seeing me ... naked ....
and everything that's wrong with me!  Will we still be best friends, or will
you look at me differently?"  "Come here," he said, sliding under the covers
and holding his arms out to her. "I have wanted to make love with you longer
than you know.  I will go to my grave loving you, whether we continue or
whether we don't, and we only will continue if you are ready ...."  She slid
into his side, wrapping her arms around his middle, holding on for dear
life.  He felt her trembling against him, and he tipped her face up so that
he could look into her eyes.  "Do you want to make love with me?"  In
response, she grasped him firmly enough around the waist that when she
rolled onto her back, she carried him with her and he wound up over her,
staring down into her beautiful blue eyes.  His hands touched her soft
blonde hair, brushing it from her forehead, then his thumb gently wiped the
remaining teardrop from her cheek.  They remained that way for a moment,
just gazing at each other .... then came the kiss.  It was a kiss her mother
had always told her about: soft, deep, insistent .... carrying all the love
this man had held in his soul for this woman for all this time.  She
welcomed him between her thighs and they both moaned into each others'
mouths when his body became part of hers.  "Ahhhhhh......" she sighed,
feeling every nuance of him sliding deeply into her, his mouth found her
pulse on her neck, and he kissed her over and over there.  He held still
inside her for a moment, rising to watch her face contort and feeling her
body grip him in ways he'd only dreamed of.   Slowly, rhythmically, he took
control of her ..... sharply biting at her nipples, suckling her earlobe,
kissing her hotly .... bombarding not only her body but her soul with
pleasure.  "Ohhhhh..... I'm going to CCCUUUMMMMMMmmmmm......" he felt her
squeeze and gush around him, he gripped her ass and pulled her closer to him
so that he could feel every ripple.   She felt so good to him when she would
roll her hips against him just so .... in fact, so good that he felt himself
getting close to the brink himself.  He whispered hoarsely, "Babe, I want to
cum inside you.  I want you to feel me ..."  She looked into his eyes and
saw what she had been looking for her whole life.  "Take me with you....."
she whispered, and he ground himself deeply into her, knowing he was pushing
her over the edge, too ......

She felt his first pulse before he made any sounds.  "Uuhhhhggggggg..." his
drawn-out groan filled her ears as his offerings filled her body.  "Cum for
me ....... I can feel you .........." she pushed herself more tightly
against him, his pulsing cock opening up a flood inside her body.  Every
throb and thrust brought his voice into her head, "God, you feel so good..."
"Can you feel me cumming?"  "HHHGGGGGGNNNGGG ..... "  With his last moaning
push, she came against him ... with him ..... a more peaceful, easy cum that
finally satisified her yearning.    He held his softening cock inside her,
feeling her heat and their mutual juices mingling around him.  He raised
himself up on his arms so that he could look at her below him, her face
flushed from the pleasure, and love, she'd just received.  "God, you're
beautiful!" he whispered .... and the tears began to roll from her eyes once
again.  He had never said such things to her, although they had been close
for years, but the tone in his voice and the glow in his eyes told her that
he had actually thought it for a long time.  "Please don't cry, my love
...." he kissed her softly on her forehead, then rolled over and took her
once again into the hollow of his arm, holding her close.  "Regrets?" she
asked .... fearing his answer.  "Yes," he said and felt her tense against
him  ... he stroked her back and hip gently with his hand as he spoke.  "I
regret I waited so long to tell you how I felt and to make love with you!"
She snuggled back up to him, listening to his rhythmic breathing and his
heart beat against her cheek.  "Me, too" she thought as she drifted off to
sleep in his arms. "Me, too!"

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As always, your comments and suggestions are welcome!  Thanks to everyone
who has written so far - I'm enjoying hearing from you!!  *s*

~~h~~

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