Friends Forever

My best friend since I can remember is a girl who lived in a house not far from mine. She moved in sometime during kindergarten, and practically from that day on, we did everything together. Both our lives were pretty shitty. My mom was the neurotic, psychologically abusive. The kind that would explode over anything. My dad was a depressed alcoholic from it. Her mom had committed suicide, leaving her to be "cared for" by her aunt and an endless stream of boyfriends. Her aunt was a coke-head who neglected her to go off partying most of the time, and mostly treated her like a servant those few times she was around.

We got through it together. Whenever mom or dad got in a fight or smacked me around, I'd climb out the window and go to my friend's house. It was generally safer to go to her house, because her aunt made her live in the basement, and was usually out anyway. I usually made a habit of checking in on her at least once a day. We spent most of our time together, because it was the only time we actually enjoyed. Sometimes, after a particularly bad day, I'd spent the night at her place.

As we got older, she grew into an attractive, but shy girl. In high school, she got seriously into gymnastics, probably as another escape, which caused her to develop a nice toned figure, with decent curves and nice C cups. I'll confess, she was the cause of at least a few "long showers", if you know what I mean. I was a bookish math geek, but on her encouragement, I joined the soccer team, which kept me in decent shape. We continued to hang out, and did make friends, but our closest relationship was always with each other.

It happened on her birthday. I knew her aunt was off...somewhere, probably snorting coke and sucking cocks. It had happened before, that her aunt had left her all alone on her birthday, and I'd come over and we'd made a small cake together.

I went out the back door, I think mom was on another one of her tirades, screaming at the top of her lungs over who knows what. In a few minutes, I was at my friend's house. I thought it might be funny if I snuck in through a basement window in her room and surprised her. I'd done it a few times before. I fed her dog a bit of ham I'd brought to keep him quiet (he knew me quite well), and crept up to the window. When I got close, I saw the glow from her computer screen. She was sitting with her foot on the desk...and no pants. One hand over her crotch, the other rubbing her breast. Being a teenager, I knew instantly what she was doing. I backed away from the window, but the dog barked, and it seemed she might have noticed me.

"No big deal" I thought, "We're cool...". Except my jeans were now a tent. I frantically tried to rearrange things to make it less noticeable. Fortunately, fear helped a bit, and I was only semihard when she came to the door. She was a bit flushed, looking a little guilty. "Hi there...", she said. "Happy birthday!", I replied. There was an awkward silence, until she smiled and giggled a bit nervously. She shrugged in an incredibly cute way, and said "Sorry it took me so long... girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do y'know?" God she was so adorable sometimes. I snickered a little, but it turned into a gulp. As I went into the basement, I caught a faint whiff of what could only be her "scent". My cock went rock hard again. I asked a bit nervously "Sorry, I've got to use the bathroom..."

I ran to the upstairs bathroom, shut the door, and instantly started stroking. One thing or another had kept me from fapping for about two weeks now, and the events of a few minutes ago hadn't helped matters. I was aching. This was going to be a big one.

I was about halfway through when I heard a creak. I froze. Ever since I'd started fapping, I'd lived in mortal fear of ever getting caught by my psychotic mother. As such, I'd developed a supernatural sense of hearing. Nonetheless, it must have failed me this time, because I saw the door was slightly ajar, and I heard her footsteps on the stairs, going down. I felt relieved, but was embarrassed nonetheless. I tucked my still swollen member into my pants and went down to take my medicine.

She had this adorable look that was at once innocent and wry. She looked down a bit, and said "S..Sorry. I guess that was a little embarrassing for you." I'd have been furious with anyone else, but not her. I shrugged. "You know... guy's gotta do what a guy's gotta do.." She laughed. It was then I noticed that she was more flushed than before. She shifted, obvious discomfort coming from her nether regions.

There was a moment of silence, where we both wanted to go off and "finish our jobs". Then she spoke, unusually shy and haltingly. "Um... I also just sorta... wanted to see one." I gulped. My rod began to swell again. I swallowed hard. "Do you... still...". She nodded, looking up at me with those adorable eyes.

I undid my belt, and let my pants fall, then pulled my underwear down. I was nervous, but there was nothing I wouldn't do for her. My member was still semi-hard, swollen. She gasped. "Wow.. its... um..." I could see in her eyes that she was trying desperately to hold something back. Several moments passed before she said something that instantly sent me rising to full-mast. "Do you want to see me?" I nodded, breathless, as she began to pull off her tank top. When she dropped her gym shorts, I noticed the dark spot on her panties. And I smelled that lovely scent again. Stronger this time. That did it. I was standing at full attention.

She peeled off her sports bra, revealing those perfect c-cup breasts that matched her sleek, athletic figure and smooth, creamy skin. I pulled my shirt off for no particular reason, and we were both standing there, naked, me with an Empire State Building of hard-ons, and her lips swollen, red, and slick. We both knew what comes next. Either we go fap to each other, or we do what we so desperately want to do...

I broke first. I put my hand on her face, and drew her in, and kissed her hard. My cock pressed against that sleek stomach, and she moaned. She took my hand, placed it on her breast, then slid her fingers down my chest and wrapped them around my manhood. It was all I could do not to come right then and there... She broke the kiss looked at me "I've never done this before... so, um... be gentle, okay" I smiled, kissed her on the cheek, and said "of course".

We were both aching. Foreplay would just be torture at this point. She turned around, and walked slowly towards her bed, the muscles in her tight ass and legs flexing in a way that made me almost lose it. I followed. She must have read my mind, because she killed the one thing that had me worried "Don't worry guy, I just had my period, and I know where auntie keeps the morning afters".

I'd secretly wanted this for so long. She slowly reclined on the bed, spreading her legs, revealing her glistening, swollen pussy. It looked so smooth, so perfect, just like the rest of her body. I climbed onto the bed and slid towards her. She gently stroked her slit with a finger, then took my penis in her hand. I swallowed and breathed. She rubbed the head of my cock against her slit, covering it with her fluids. I was so hard it hurt. She must have been in similar agony. She closed her eyes, gritted her teeth, and groaned "fuck me. now. I can't take it".

I gripped those nice, shapely hips, and slowly pushed, feeling my member slip inside her. It felt so good, so warm, so soft, so silky and smooth. I gasped and shuddered and just about lost it again. She groaned as I slid deeper inside her. "Fuck! hold on, you're huge", she gasped. I stopped, letting her muscles adjust to me. She grabbed me by the hips and pulled me all the way inside her. She was so tight. I don't know how I lasted as long as I did. I slid back and forth inside her, slowly at first, then getting faster. She squeezed down and released in rhythm with me. I couldn't believe it. I thought of the times I'd imagined this, and it was so much better. I looked down at that toned stomach of hers, realizing that my cock was somewhere inside there.

We were going faster now, sweat beginning to run down our bodies. I looked her in the eye. I was fighting hard to hold it back, but I wanted her to come. She began to moan louder and louder, her muscles becoming tenser and tenser. I felt myself getting to the point where I wouldn't be able to hold it. Her body started to tremble, and I felt myself starting to build up. There was no holding back. I clenched my muscles, trying to hold as long as I could. I pulled almost all the way out of her, the thrust all the way back in. Her back arched, and she let out a scream so loud I was glad no one was in the house. She grabbed her pillow, and buried her face in it, and shrieked, as her whole body rocked with spasms. She clamped down on me so hard it sent me into orbit, and I came harder than I knew was possible. My body spasmed, sending a veritable torrent of my cum pouring into her. I collapsed onto her, and she wrapped her arms tenderly around me as her orgasm subsided and I continued to pump sperm into her. At last, the last droplet was squeezed out, it was over and my muscles relaxed.

We must have laid there for fifteen minutes, our brains fried from the orgasms we'd both had. Finally, we looked at each other. "Happy birthday" I said. "You sure blew my candles out there, buddy", she retorted with that cute sense of humor. I lifted myself off of her. She was lying on her back, my cum leaking out of her slit. She sat up slowly, and started to stand, but being inexperienced, most of my cum slid out of her onto the sheets. "Wow..." she exclaimed "you must feel lighter". I have to admit, watching it leak out of her got me a bit horny again.

"We'll get back to that, but looks like we both need showers." In hindsight, I think she might have winked, but it went unnoticed at the time. She grabbed some clothes and headed to the bathroom. I sat down and out of curiosity started to browse her pr0n.

She didn't have much, but what she had was good. The shower hadn't been running long, when I started to think about all the times I'd fantasized about us fucking in the shower. Before I knew it, my shaft was rock hard again. "Shoot", I figured, "no need to sit here aching after what just happened..."

I'd barely stepped in the bathroom when she pulled the shower curtain aside, grabbed my arm, and practically yanked me into the shower with her. The first time I'd fapped over her was when I'd been at her house, and she'd come out of the shower with just a towel, those nice perky breasts just out of sight under the towel. Ever since then I'd wanted more than anything to be in the shower with her. Now I was.

"Thank heavens. You read my mind." She smiled, with a wink.

My hands moved to her breasts, which started her moaning, and got my penis throbbing again. Even in the shower I could smell her scent. I loved the way she smelled. "I want to taste you." I whispered in her ear. She looked at me, a bit surprised, but nodded. Her hands guided me down her body, and I gently spread her legs, letting my tongue delicately flick over her clitoris and her slit. Her legs twitched, and I could feel the muscles in those smooth, creamy thighs squeezing. I slid my tongue into her and she moaned out loud. My tongue danced delicately over her, her clit, inside her, her lips, and she moaned more and more. I could feel her body heat building up. Before long she was moaning loudly, and my cock was throbbing.

Suddenly, I felt her pull me up to my feet. She must have enjoyed it, because she was flushed to the point of being almost bright red. Her usual wit was gone. "My turn", she said, and made haste in dropping. I was a bit confused, until I felt those soft lips of hers kissing the head of my penis. I groaned, feeling her tongue over the length of my member. She was incredible. She delicately sucked on me in all the right ways, reading my reactions perfectly. It only took her a short time to bring me relatively close to orgasm. I trembled, nearly losing it, but I got ahold of myself. I pulled her to her feet, running my hands over that smooth body. She turned around, and bent at the waist, exposing her slit to me from behind. I took her by the hips, and slid into her, sending tremors up her body. She stood semi erect again, taking my hands and placing them on her breasts, and started to move her hips up and down against me, delicately squeezing me inside her.

The sensation was incredible. I was standing behind her, my shaft going deep inside her. I could feel her muscles flexing against my abdomen, and feel her squeezing me. Her hand moved down, caressing my sac and the base of my penis. I gasped, and squeezed her breasts, which made her moan. I slid my hand down her wet body, down to where I penetrated her, and began to rub her clitoris. She screamed when I first touched it, and her whole body shook. I could feel myself getting close to orgasm again, so I thrust harder into her, and rubbed her more. Her whole body tensed, and she moaned "Fuck I'm gonna come... OH FUCK". Her back arched and her torso convulsed, rocking her back and forth on me. The feeling was incredible, and I lost it. I fell forward, fortunately catching the wall with my arm, and proceeded to fill her up again. She propped herself on the wall, and I wrapped my arms around her as I finished cumming inside her. I slid out of her, and plopped down on the floor of the shower. She fell backwards into my lap, cum oozing out of her slit again. "You made me dizzy", I said. After we could think again, we soaped each other up, rinsed off, and dried each other off.

She put on a fresh pair of underwear, and some of her workout clothes from gymnastics: a pair of tights that did her figure right, and a loose shirt. I put my clothes back on. She grabbed up the sheets off her bed, and tossed them in the wash, and we decided to kill some time playing video games until the wash was done. After about 30 minutes or so, I heard the buzzer, and she got up to go do more laundry. I was in a sort of braindead, mellow mood, after fucking her twice, but it occurred to me I should go help her. So I got up, and went to the laundry room to help her out like any good friend.

When I got to the laundry room, I was treated to a nice view of her bending over in those tights. I eyed a box of tissues on the shelf, nodded, and walked up behind her, running my hands up her thighs and over that lovely, tight ass. She laughed a bit, and stood up, turning around with a smartass look on her face. "Now hold on, let me get this in the dryer..."

She bent over again, nice and slow. I moved in, pressing my growing erection against her hips, which she nicely ground against my crotch.

She closed the door, and stood up again, now apparently much braver than before. She slid her hand down my pants, massaging my member into a full erection. I looked at the washing machine, and smiled at her "Thinking what I'm thinking?" She smiled back "Like, how that thing hits spin cycle in 20? Can we make it?" I never answered, I just jumped up on the dryer and pulled off my jeans, exposing my penis. Two rounds of sex had taken its toll; it was only partially erect. She stripped off her tights, and took my cock in her hand, stroking it up and down in all the right ways. I groaned, and my hand found her thigh, and my finger found her slit. She shuddered as I slid my finger back and forth inside her, which made her squeeze me a bit harder.

I pulled my finger out of her, and took her hand off my dick. She climbed up onto the washer, stradling me, rubbing her lips against my manhood. I couldn't take it. I took her by the hips, lifted her, and she dropped down, impaling herself on my veritable railspike. I'd only had a partial before, but her handjob, and fingering her had gotten me back to full strength. She grasped my torso, and rode me, back and forth, up and down, it was amazing, and she was loving it. She pulled off her shirt, and I watched her stomach muscles undulate and move as she rocked back and forth on me. I watched my member appear between her legs when she rose off of me, and disappear back into that tight, silky vagina of hers.

We were getting nicely into it, our rhythm going well with the washer and dryer, holding hands, and she was bobbing up and down, squeezing me. We were starting to build towards our orgasms, laughing and looking each other in the eye when the spin-cycle started. She stopped, slid down to the base of by cock, and waited. The vibrations became more intense, and the sensation with it. I put a finger lightly on her clitoris, which had the effect of rubbing it rapidly. I watched her eyes widen with surprise from the sensation. The shaking became stronger still, and the sensation from my cock and her vagina was incredible. She gasped, unable to breathe. I knew I would cum again any second. "Holy SHIIIT" I moaned. The shaking made it so good. Her eyes rolled back and she shrieked like a banshee, squeezed down on me hard, and I blew like a champagne bottle. I came hard, with what little I had left in me. I don't think we had a conscious thought until the spin cycle stopped.

After it stopped, she took a deep breath, grabbed a tissue, and lifted herself off of me. I was too braindead to move. She slapped the box of tissues on my stomach, saying "You'll need these, guy." I sat up, and started cleaning myself to put my clothes back on. "Who said laundry was boring?", I said. She snickered and pulled her tights back up. "I don't know about you, but I'm starving, after all that".

To make a long story short, we proceeded to the kitchen, and made her a birthday cake, like before, and some food with what was around. We had sex one more time that day, right there in the kitchen, after dinner, while the cake was baking, and we've fucked virtually every day since then.

ALTERNATE/EXTENDED ENDING:

After it stopped, she took a deep breath, grabbed a tissue, and lifted herself off of me. I was too braindead to move. She slapped the box of tissues on my stomach, saying "You'll need these, guy." I sat up, and started cleaning myself to put my clothes back on. "Who said laundry was boring?", I said. She snickered and pulled her tights back up. "I don't know about you, but I'm starving, after all that".

We were pretty beat after that, and it would be some time before we were up to anything again. I grabbed a snack in the form of some chips, and we put in some more video games while the laundry was finishing. There was something comical about playing smash bros. with the girl you just fucked three times... Anyways, despite the snack, when the laundry finished, we were starved. We put her bed sheets back on, and proceeded to the kitchen to hunt down some dinner. As it turned out, her aunt had some pretty decent food left over from some corporate event or something. It didn't take too long to get some pretty decent dinner. After that, we made her a nice, but small chocolate cake. I thought I caught some innuendo in the way she licked the spoon, but my supplies were pretty much spent. Or so I thought.

We were wrapping up, and she was licking the last of the off the spoon, when she looked at me, smiled wryly and said "I love chocolate". "Me too", I added.

"But you know what's good with it? Milk". I nodded and went for the refrigerator. "No no, not that kind... My kind...", she said, baring her breast.

I thought I would be incapable of any more, but the sight of those smooth, ivory breasts, the tender, rosy nipples, and the way the just seemed to float weightlessly... I was already stirring down there, but I knew it would take more to get me fully hard this time. She sat in a chair and I kneeled in front of her, delicately kissing those perfect breasts. "Take as much as you want...", she gasped as my lips closed around her nipple and began lightly sucking. Her chest heaved as my kisses covered those wonderful breasts. I'd wondered so many times how they felt to the touch, now I knew the answer: heavenly. They looked so firm and light, but were so soft and sensitive. She moaned louder, and eventually pulled my head away. "I want to feel your cock between them".

I just about choked. I fumbled at my belt, but her hands brushed me aside, and slowly, agonizingly slowly unzipped my jeans. "But just for a bit" she said "I need you inside me again". She smiled, and drew out my member, with that gentle caressing touch of hers that made me ache so badly, and pressed it between those perfect tits. As good as they'd felt to my hands, they felt better to my penis. She gently rubbed those soft mounds against all the right places, sending shudders up my spine.

I could tell this was getting her horny too. She started to peel off her tights and underwear again. Then her hand clapsed my aching cock, and she slid herself up onto the kitchen table. She gently pulled me by my manhood, towards her as she lay out flat on the table. "Lets do it right here... Auntie snorts blow right in this very spot, lets leave some 'perfume', shall we?" I winked, crawled up onto the table, by manhood throbbing in her hand. She guided me to her slit, and I sank into her with a sigh. "Holy shit you're amazing..." she sighed. We were nice and slow this time, no rush, the cake had a good 45 minutes. I pressed down on her from the top, and slid in and out of her at different angles, staring into those bright eyes, and marveling at her gorgeous body. "You don't know how long I've wanted to", I whispered to her. "Mmmm... back at you. Who do you think I was fantasizing about earlier today?", she replied. As we neared orgasm, the table started to creak. I picked myself up off of her, thrusting deep inside her as I started to cum. Her back arched again, and she started to scream, but managed to keep it quiet, mostly moans and heavy breaths. We weren't in the basement anymore, after all. I threw my head back, thrust deep inside when she clamped down with her orgasm, and pushed my waist hard against hers. I didn't cum much at all, but it was powerful. At last, my muscles gave way, and I fell against her.

Unfortunately, the table apparently wasn't as sturdy as we thought. When I fell against her, the back two legs gave out, and the whole thing went down. It scared the shit out of us, but after we realized we weren't dead, or busted, we sat there laughing our asses off, naked, with that nice post-orgasm warm fuzziness filling our bodies. "How are we going to justify this to your aunt?" I asked. She shook her head, laughing. That damn dog. We both looked at each other "Dog's gotta do what a dog's gotta do..." and laughed.

After that, we cleaned up, got rid of the table, a bit sad that her aunt would never get to enjoy our contribution to her habit, and ate what was arguably the best chocolate cake we've ever eaten. Since then, we've had sex just about every day.