More than friends

Sticky and gross were the words that stuck in her mind as Lindsay walked through the airport. Stuck on a cross-country flight for the past eight hours didn’t leave her feeling her most attractive. She walked quickly; if she was forced to spend any more time on the plane - or even in the airport - she might finally punch someone.

Despite this, despite her mood, her rumpled clothing and her limp, blonde hair, her face broke into a wide smile when she saw Adam in the arrivals area of the airport, waiting for her. She couldn’t help but smile. Tall and tanned from the California sun, he had an impish glint in his green eyes and a quick grin. He looked stylish in the close-cut black suit with open-collared white shirt.

She hoped she didn’t smell as funky as she thought she might.

“Hey buddy!” she yelled as her pace quickened. She held out her arms and felt Adam’s slip around her waist, but it wasn’t the lingering hug she was used to. She took a step back, but the distance between them felt wider. “This is a nice surprise,” she said, still smiling.

“I wanted to surprise you,” he said, lightly tapping her on the arm. He looked uncomfortable, nervous almost. A moment of silence stretched into several.

“Okay,” Lindsay said, filling the gap. “I’ll just grab my suitcase and we can get out of here.”

“Oh, I’ll get it,” Adam said, quickly dashing to the luggage carousel. As the conveyor belt turned, Lindsay pointed out her bag and Adam dragged it behind him, taking her carry-on bag as well. His smile wasn’t quite as wide as it normally was.

The radio played Adam’s usual blues music and Lindsay relaxed into the cool leather seats of his Audi. The sleek sports car wound through the hills and they traveled in silence. “Adam, is everything okay?”

He looked over, and smiled slightly as he nodded. The drive continued in silence.

Lindsay looked out the window at the view of the city below as the car climbed higher into the mountains. The sun was falling to the horizon, casting a yellow glow over everything. Her skin warmed in the golden light. She sat up. “Adam, you missed my street,” she said.

He smiled. “I know. I’ve got another surprise in mind.”

Lindsay smiled too, relaxing into her seat. She and Adam had known each other for years. Adam was married, then divorced, while Lindsay found herself in a series of on-again, off-again arrangements. Adam was her most constant friend.

The road wound up the mountain and the pavement ended, but Adam continued down a dirt road for about a mile or so. The plot of land was mostly overgrown, but toward the cliff edge was a patch of grass - this is where Adam placed the blanket and basket he pulled from the trunk.

Lindsay giggled. “What is this?”

Adam patted the plaid blanket he sat on. “Sit down.”

Lindsay, her smile big, sat down, tucking her floral dress around her legs. Adam pulled a bottle of champagne out of the basket, which was somehow chilled, with strawberries. “What else you got in there?” she asked, trying to peek.

Adam handed her a glass - real glass - of champagne. “There’s some crackers, bread, some cheese - I thought you might be hungry.” He clinked his glass to hers and sipped.

“What are we drinking to?” Lindsay asked.

Adam shrugged. “To friends?”

Lindsay’s blue eyes opened wide. “This doesn’t feel so much like friends right now,” she said quietly.

Adam swirled the champagne in his glass as he thought of what to say next. “Lindsay, I …” was all he said before he felt her soft lips on his.

He slipped his hands around her face and slid them back into her hair, the glass of champagne forgotten on the grass beside him. His mind processed everything, from the faint taste of cherries on her lips to the gentle, kitten-like movement of her tongue. As the kiss naturally broke, Adam’s face hovered centimetres from hers, his eyes still closed. “That’s what I was trying to say,” he quipped. He opened his eyes to see her smiling at him.

“I’ve seen you with so many other women and I always thought, ‘why didn’t he ever pick me,’” she said. “So many talks, so many good memories -”

“Lindsay, I always -”

“Then I thought,” she continued, ignoring his attempt to interrupt, “I should’ve just kissed him.”

A wide smile broke across Adam’s face and he brushed a stray lock of hair from Lindsay’s face. She leaned forward again, kissing him, and they fell backward onto their blanket. Lindsay giggled. Adam laid on his back, Lindsay resting her chin on his chest, and he looked at the darkening sky. He lifted his head for another kiss - a long, deep one, and cradled Lindsay’s head as he gently placed her lithe, muscular body alongside his.

She relaxed into the soft grass, kicking off her high heels. They kissed like high schoolers on a first date. Adam’s hand slid from her waist and down her leg, and he slipped his fingers under the hem of her light, cotton dress. He squeezed her hip, his fingers winding into the frail line of her thong. She felt him harden. “Maybe we should go someplace more private?” His voice was thick and gravelly in her ear.

She kissed his lips. “I like it here.”

They kissed again, Adam pulling her thong from under her dress and tossing it into the grass. Lindsay giggled, and then moaned as Adam’s fingers danced between her legs. Her pussy was wet and felt like velvet under his fingertips. He wanted to touch it and keep touching it.

Lindsay felt the bulge of his hard cock pushing against his pants. She massaged it through the fabric, until Adam’s playing made her need to grab harder to something. She slid her hand into his hair, pulling it, before gripping his shirt collar. His fingers slid inside her, pressing up and massaging her most intimate spot. He kissed her and she breathed hard and fast, in gasps as Adam’s fingers moved faster and firmer. She felt the orgasm approach, from the deepest part of her body - too fast to prepare herself as her body released all that wound up sexual energy. The energy that built over the days and weeks in which Adam stood slightly too close; when those same fingers brushed against her skin by accident; and when she thought of him while bringing herself to climax.

Her perfectly manicured fingernails dug into his shoulder as she gasped between kisses. She finally had to grab Adam’s hand to make him stop, her legs quivering. He smiled that impish, devilish grin that made Lindsay angry and aroused all at the same time. She pushed him back onto the blanket, straddling him and pressing his wrists above his head and into the blanket they lay on.

Lindsay tried to look fierce but only ended up smiling. She kissed him again, releasing her grip and letting her hands run down his body, over his white shirt - now partially stained from the wetness still dripping from between her legs - and into the waistband of his pants. She found him there, harder than before. He grunted quietly, turning his face from hers as she gently bit the lobe of his ear. She undid his pants, taking his thick cock in her hand and pulling long, full strokes the length of its shaft.

He sat up and grabbed her wrist, pulling her hand away. He kissed her palm, and gathered her in his arms, slipping his cock inside her. She gasped and held back her moans by biting her lip. She began to rock gently, wrapping her arms around his neck. But it wasn't long before her need to be pounded by the guy she had loved for years overpowered her. She moaned for it harder and faster and he obeyed immediately. Throwing her head back, she couldn't stifle her moans anymore, she opened her mouth and moaned. Adam flipped her onto her back as she dug her nails into his shoulder blades and started pulling her closer while he rammed his cock into her. He grabbed handfuls of her dress as he tried to pull her closer and closer to him. He couldn't help but smile and moan from making her scream and beg for more. Her hot breath on his neck as he leaned over her made him almost explode right then. He started to slow down but she begged and begged for more, demanding that he not stop. Lindsey couldn't help but want more, she wanted it, she needed his cock to pound her as hard as he could. She had waited so long for this. He kissed her lips, and her neck, gasping as she scratched his back and her moans echoed into the fresh air. Adam felt it coming, he buried his face into her neck and bit down as he rammed into her as hard as he could while cumming.

They continued to kiss as the last bursts of Adam’s orgasm faded away. He collapsed sidewards in a satisfied heap, as Lindsay crossed her arms on his chest and placed her chin on top. She smiled. “That was lovely.” Adam, out of breath, replied "Why did I wait so long to do that?" And they both laughed.

Adam grinned. “And that wasn’t even our first date.”

Keep me up

Late one night I was just getting off work when I decided to text some friends and see what everyone was up to that night. It was a cool night in spring, almost everyone was either "busy" or going to bed for school or work the next morning.

One friend said what she was doing but never indicated that she didn't want to talk or she didn't want company. She was stuck at home, doing homework, it was due the next day, but she was having trouble staying awake. I, being the friend that I am, offer my help, whatever I could do to help out. She agreed so I was off to her house in an instant. Taking the next right it was only about seven minutes to her place.

Once I had arrived she was either to enveloped in her work or didn't want to many interruptions, and texted me again 'just come in', she was in her room.

Walking back to her room seemed perfectly normal, it wasn't the first time I had been to house. The hallway was dark as the only lights on in the house were the front porch and her bedroom. I found her sitting cross legged on her bed in front of her laptop.

She looked up at me and asked, "Aren't you going to school for massages?"

"Yes... Question mark." I said.

"My shoulders are killing me, could you?" She asked knowing that I would.

"I don't have any massage oil, or lotion or anything, it's not going to be my best work" I start to complain but she cuts me off. "I just need to stay awake, and relieve some of this pain."she says as she rubs her shoulder in vain.

I finally agree and sit behind her on her bed. She is wearing a spaghetti strap t-shirt that looks like she was getting ready for bed, her bra straps are clearly visible. Her shorts have draw strings that are tied in the front. Her bare feet tucked under her crossed legs.

"how am I suppose to massage your shoulders with all of this in the way?" I ask.

She peers over her shoulder and scowls at me, then stands up and goes to the bathroom. A couple moments later I hear the toilet flush and the sink water run. She comes back and sits down on her bed, back to me. Crossing her legs again, I immediately notice her bra straps are gone.

I start off with the neck muscles, apply light pressure, before moving along her shoulders. I don't lift my hands over the straps of her shirt, instead I push them off her shoulders, and they fall lazily over her arms.

My view is of her head and her back, her hair is only shoulder length, so it isn't a problem. I start pressing my thumbs into her shoulder blades and she arches her back and moans.

"Did that pinch?"

"No, I think you popped something, it felt good"

I continue the massage moving from her shoulders towards the center of her back. Tracing the outline of her spine with light pressure from my thumbs. Moving down along her spine, she arch's her back slightly, inline with the placement and movement of my hands.

Massaging down her back I push her shirt down as I work. I notice that the only thing holding up her shirt are her tits. I move my around to her sides and her shirt falls off of her breasts.

Moving my hands to her front I massage her stomach. Methodically massaging her stomach and guiding my hands upwards, I brush my hands against the underside of her full D cup breasts. Her breasts are as soft as I thought they would be.

She didn't move, at first I wasn't sure she noticed. She had to have noticed. I brush my hands against her tits again, this time longer, massage just below them.

I gather my nerves together and cup my hands over her breasts "massaging" them. She doesn't protest, but continues to type on her laptop.

Tap, tap, tap, she goes on the keyboard.

Suddenly, she catches me off gaurd, "My knees are bothering me," she says.

I instinctly let go and she turns to get off the bed. Standing up, she turns around and I get a full view of her tits. She grabs the bottom of her shirt and lifts it over her head giving me an even better view of her perfect breasts. Then she gets down on her knees, moving the laptop in front of her. As she goes back to typing, she looks back up at me "are you done?" She asks.

She is on her knees on the side of her bed. Bending forward at the waist letting her breasts fall comfortably onto the bed. I get up and stand behind her getting down on my knees before massaging her neck and back again.

After about a minute or so, she turns her head to look at me, "are you hard?" She asks.

"No," is my response. Which was the truth at that moment.

"Interesting," she says.

"That might be my belt buckle you're feeling," I say thinking that she is complaining about something poking her.

"No, your belt buckle is up here" she says as she reaches around and puts her hand on my belt buckle. "your dick is down here" she says and without missing a beat puts her hand on my, then, soft dick. Leaving it there for a moment almost in disbelief that it is still soft.

With my hands on her shoulders and her hand on my dick, I was left in a very erotic position with a growing hard on.

"Can you get my lower back, too" she asks nonchalantly.

"Sure," I say.

Moving down her back I notice her shorts are more loose now than when I had first arrived, they easily fall in response to my advancing hands. My attention is immediately distracted as I realize she isn't wearing any panties.

It isn't long before I realize her shorts have fallen to the floor and my hands are on her bare ass.

I return my hands to her back before moving around to her stomach again. My nerves have long since gone, I slowly move my hands down to her groin before I use my index finger on my right hand to rub her clit, and slide my middle finger on my left hand into her wet pussy.

She moans softly as I work her clit, I remove my left hand from her pussy and begin to remove my belt and drop my pants freeing my now hard dick. Lowering my dick, I slide it over her pussy lips and she moans again.

Sliding my dick back and forth over her pussy, making her snatch nice and wet before I enter her.

"Wait..." she says.

She straightens up and braces herself against her bed, I stop moving, my dick spreading her pussy lips aching to be inside her. I can feel the juices excreted by her pussy on my dick.

I reach around and grab her tits, pinching her nipples.

There is a long pause but she doesn't say anything else.

I pull back one final time, she feels the blood rushing through her body and leans over almost laying down on the bed. I push my way into her, I go almost all the way in on the first go. She moans loudly in acceptance of my hard cock into her.

She arches her back as her first orgasm hits her immediately, her tight pussy squeezes my cock as wave after wave rolls over her.

We have great sex that night, and continue to have sex most nights after that.