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We had just finished up dinner and I laid down on her couch. She brought in two glasses of water to help counteract the salt from the fried chicken and french fries that we just ate, as well as the three jack and cokes we each had before dinner.
I wanted to leave, hell, I had been wanting to leave for a while now, but she kept pouring the whiskey, and she wasn’t going lightly. I needed to let the alcohol settle a little bit before I even thought about driving home.
So I decided to make the most of it. And while I wasn’t super tipsy (even though I wasn’t trusting myself to drive), I could definitely blame the alcohol for lowering my inhibitions, especially when she came over to the couch and laid between my legs, with her back against me. Her head against my chest.
“Andy, are you sure this is a good idea?” I ask the brunette. My voice almost caught in my throat.
“I think it is,” she said teasingly.
These situations between us recently have not ended well - for me that is.Our friendship of ten plus years is finally getting back to where it used to be. Back before I was used, time and time again as her ‘experiment’. As I was treated like a ‘girl-toy’ that came running every time this beautiful woman wanted to bat for the same team. Enter whatever cliche you want.
But that was over seven years ago. The first time she tested the waters, a college girl’s fantasy so to speak, at my expense. The only problem was that although she hurt me, and I knew that I would never be anything more than just a friend, I still wanted her. My body yearned for her touch once again.
I wanted to hold her, but I didn’t know exactly what she was looking for.
“I don’t know where to put my hands,” I said, mostly to myself even though it was directed at her.
“Put them wherever you want,” she replied.
Without thinking it through, like I said, the alcohol was lowering my inhibitions, I decided to just go for it. I placed both of my hands on her breasts and started rubbing her nipples through her shirt.
“Except not there,” she said as she sat up off of my lap.
“Okay, note to self,” I mumble. “Wherever, does not actually mean wherever. Got it.”
“No, that just means that you are going to start something Maya,” my former roommate explained. “Don’t start something that you can’t finish.”
“Oh trust me darling, I finish what I start,” I replied confidently.
“No, not tonight. It will take me too long, and we don’t have all night. We start a twenty-four tomorrow and we both need sleep.”
“Trust me Andy, it will not take me too long to get you to unwind,” I gave her a grin as I placed my palm against her jaw and brought her in for a kiss.
“You are very cocky tonight, Maya.”
“It’s not cocky if it is true,” I retort.
“Well, seven years ago - “ she begins before I cut her off.
“Seven years ago, I was young, dumb, and naive. I’ve had practice since then, and I know I am better than I used to be.
“Young and naive maybe, but you were never dumb Maya.”
I shrug my shoulders, keeping to myself about how dumb I actually was, and still am to this day. I’m the one that got hurt by Andy, yet, I’m the one that keeps coming back for more. I know how much pain I was in, for years, after I realized that she just wanted me as an experiment. But time and time again, I still come running back every time she calls. I can’t stay away.
And even still, she leaves me in tears because I want so much more than just flirting. I know I always say monogamy is for the weak, but I will be 100% monogamous if I could be 100% with Andrea Herrera.
But I know that it will never go any further than the flirting, and messing around at the expense of my heart.
Despite this, I reach for her hand and bring her wrist up to my mouth. I stare into her eyes as my tongue touches her. She closes her eyes and lets out a breath as I slowly lick and suck a very sensitive area on her body.
Her wrist has always been a favorite spot of mine, not so much as a sexual area, but an area I know still can make her feel something.
“Maya,” she moans, driving me on. I continue my sweet torture on her.
I look up at this beautiful woman, and her head is thrown back, eyes closed. I knew that I had her exactly where I wanted her.
I pull back and and as she tries to get her breathing under control. “You’re still good with your tongue, I see,” she smiles at me.
“I’m better with my tongue,” I reply and my cocky grin shows itself once again.
I lean back down to her wrist, but this time I drag my tongue up the palm of her hand, and slowly suck on her middle finger. I look up at her, trying to gauge her reaction, as I had never done this before.
“That doesn’t turn me on as much,” she says softly, honestly, as she runs her fingers through my long blonde hair.
“No?” I ask as I start moving her finger in and out of my mouth.
I could tell that did something, but not to my liking. I moved my mouth down into the space between her fingers and licked the valley. Her grip tightened on my hair and her moans returned. Yep, there was another spot on her body that I could use to make her squirm.
“Fuck Maya,” she breathlessly moaned. “That is definitely doing something.”
I suck on her finger as I pull it out of my mouth, making a popping sound. I move my mouth to her neck, right under her ear as my hand travels to the hem of her shirt, sliding under. My fingers graze the side of her torso as my tongue finds the points of pleasure on her neck. Her body responds to my touch even more as I slide my hand up to her bra.
I move the last layer of clothing up and I gently rub one of her nipples between my fingers. I start softly but gradually work my way up to more pressure. I know how much Andy enjoys some pain mixed in with pleasure and I am always more than happy to oblige.
I push her shirt up and move my mouth down, sucking in her nipple. I was so glad that we were already on the couch because there was no way that she would be able to stand on her own right now. Her moans were getting louder and I was determined to finish her.
I slid my hand down to her core, rubbing her over her jeans. She arched her back up to meet my hand, rubbing herself against me. I grazed my teeth over her nipple as I moved my hand up to unbuckle her belt.
“Just wait,” Andy moaned, “make me cum with just my nipples.”
Challenge accepted, I think to myself, as I move my hand back up her body to her other nipple, while my mouth is still sucking, biting, licking the first one.I bite a little harder, and my fingers pinch at about the same pressure. The string of words , when she can actually get the words out, were becoming more and more graphic. I knew she was getting close, but I also could tell that she was holding back. Probably to prove her point from earlier that it would take too long.
I moved one of my hands up to her throat, grabbing it gently, but with force, and the other started caressing her hair. I wrapped my hand into it, pulling it to match. I would never hurt her, but her constant moans and calling my name out made me confident that I was not crossing any lines.
“Maya, please. I lied. Please fuck me,” Andy begged me between breaths,
Without taking my mouth off her nipple, both of my hands went back down to her belt, unhooking it as fast as I could. I was trying to make sure she did not come down from the high I had her in.
Once her belt was undone, I wasted no time in sliding my hand down her pants and panties. I couldn’t even tell you the fabric of them, as I only had one goal in mind, and that was all I was focused on.
My fingers found her dripping wet, and that helped fuel my fire, my desire to make her cum. I slid a finger in her, to tease her, and then I pulled it out, rubbing her clit to finish her.
“Fuck Maya, I’m so close,” Andy was close to screaming. “Don’t stop.”