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By mid July, I was really depressed. It had been just over year since since I moved to Greenwich Village, leaving my small town and virginity behind. Freshman year of college was uneventful because I only went to class, I didn’t really socialize with any of the classmates. All of my free time was spent with Rob. We’d shop, dine out, go to the movies or a show and make love incessantly. We spent a week in Key West over spring break. My wardrobe had been transformed, as had my body.
My new breasts were very shapely, slightly larger than a B cup and my nipples were almost hypersensitive because of the surgery. The saleswomen at Frederick’s of Hollywood, Victoria’s Secret and Michael Salem’s always enjoyed seeing us walk into their shops. We would buy hundreds of dollars of lingerie, skintight clothing and high heeled shoes. Rob loved to see me dress sexy, and I always wanted to look my best for him.
But Rob was dead. The car accident that killed him shattered me. I didn’t leave my apartment for a week, missing his funeral. I wish I had one more night with him. My brother-in-law Scott told me that Rob had included me in his will, but would’ve traded all that money to have him back. The only solace I found was going to the gym.
Third
I’d been on the stationary bike for almost 20 minutes and was nearing exhaustion. The only way I was able to sleep was to drain my body of all its energy and the only place I could do that was in the gym. For the last two weeks I had been driving myself relentlessly here, punishing my muscles to try and clear my mind. I stopped peddling and got off the bike, wiping the sweat off my face and arms before wiping down my equipment. I took a long drink of water and felt a light tug on my ponytail.
“Hi Shawna, I haven’t seen you around for a while.”
I turned quickly, ready to scream at whoever pulled my hair. It was Steve the bartender. A lanky 6 ft.3 and maybe 200 lbs., he was wearing a sleeveless gray T-shirt that showed off his muscular arms and long loose fitting black shorts. His light brown hair was matted with sweat and his green eyes searched mine. His smile was radiant.
” Rob’s dead .” It was all I could get out. Tears welled up in my eyes again. I brought my hands to my face and began to cry. It’s all I had been doing for the last six weeks, but it never seemed to be enough. There were always more tears. I felt stupid crying uncontrollably here. Steve wrapped his arms around my thin shoulders and pulled me softly to his chest.
“Oh god, I’m so sorry.” he held me tightly to him. He and Rob had struck up a friendship, Rob giving him career advice and helping them and prepare for the bar exam. We usually stopped in to see him at the bar before going out for the night . My crying jag seemed to go on forever and Steve was very patient and gentle, holding me closely and stroking my hair ” It’s okay, just let it all out. ” I continued to sob into his chest. He walked me slowly to a bench on the side of the room and we sat down. I regained control my emotions and used my towel to wipe away the last of my tears. He kept an arm around my shoulders and I put my hands into his hand. We sat together silently for a few moments, then I told him what happened.
“Wow, that’s awful. I’m really sorry. He was a great guy, and you two were a terrific couple.” his thumb slid softly across the back of my hand. I fought back the tears. “Is there anything I can do?”
“I don’t think so,” the tears were starting again” unless you can make the hurt go away. ”
“I’d like to tell you that I can, but only time can take care that. ” he pulled my head back into his chest, and let me cry. When I finally stopped he wiped away my tears and said” Why don’t we go out tonight, you look like you could use it?”
” I don’t think I’d be very good company.” I smiled weakly and looked at him with bloodshot eyes.
“We’ll go to Mi Casa, across from the bar. Nothing fancy, just something to get you out of the house and maybe get your mind off everything for few hours.” What a good friend he was. “I won’t take no for an answer.” he smiled ” If you’re not there by 8:30, I’m going to come to your apartment and drag you there by your hair!”
I laughed and agreed. It would be good to get out. And Steve was such a nice guy, friendly and funny, maybe this was just what the doctor ordered. He stood up, still holding my hands, bent at the waist to bring his face a level with mine and with that big smile said” You’d better be there or I will come and caveman you down to the restaurant. ” We both laughed. He turned to head for the men’s locker room. I watched as he walked away, and felt a twinge of lust for the first time in six weeks.
By 7:30, I didn’t want to go. I just felt so sad and I didn’t feel much like going out. Something inside me told me to go, you have to get on with your life, so I got off the couch and went to the bathroom. I turned the water on in the shower and took my clothes off. The hot water had its usual effect, relaxing me and arousing me simultaneously. My nipples hardened and my cock begin to stiffen. I hadn’t even masturbated since Rob died and I now had an overwhelming desire to cum. I leaned my back against the wall and grabbed my semi-hard dick. I let the fingers of my other hand slide softly over my nipples. I jerked off, tugging fast and hard while caressing and squeezing my right tit, tweaking and torturing its nipple. I came quickly, shudders running through my body making my knees weak and my nipples even harder and more sensitive.
I washed myself slowly, enjoying the feeling of the hot water, soap and sponge against my skin. I washed my hair, which was almost down to the middle of my back again. I then shaved. I stepped out and dried off, my mind drifted as I blew my hair dry, back to the happier times, and I pulled it back into a loose ponytail again and tying two small white ribbons into it, one at the top and one of the bottom. I sat at my vanity still daydreaming of Rob and put on some makeup. Nothing heavy, just something to enhance my natural beauty.
I decided to wear jeans and T-shirt, which was a change from the sweats and T’s I’d been wearing recently. I pulled on pair of black cotton bikini underwear, taking care to tuck myself in. All of the jeans I owned hugged my hips and behind tightly, so I just reached in the my closet and grabbed a faded straight legged pair with hole in the right knee, and pulled them on. I had a similar problem with my T-shirts, they were all skintight. But I wanted to feel a little sexy so I chose a short white one. Deciding quickly I pulled it over my head, reaching around to pull my ponytail out of the collar. My nipples noticed the cotton rubbing over them and stood up. A warm tingle spread through my body. I would go braless tonight. I put on some short socks and pulled on my black cowboy boots, pulling the cuffs of my jeans down over the top of them. I looked in the full length mirror and thought ‘maybe this is too sexy’, the jeans hugged me in all the right places, my nipples were poking into the fabric of the T-shirt which ended just above my belly button, exposing 4 inches of skin above the top of my low riding jeans. ‘Fuck it’ my mind answered itself and I grabbed my jean jacket and purse and headed out the door.
I hadn’t felt this good in weeks. I was enjoying the walk, my mind felt free. A warm summer evening embraced me, I was actually looking forward to having dinner with Steve. I arrived at Mi Casa just after he did. He was standing at the hostess podium making small talk with a middle-aged Hispanic woman. He wore a white polo shirt, untucked from the baggy, knee length khaki shorts he was wearing. He had on rag wool socks and hiking boots. He had a deep tan, and hair on his well muscled arms had gone completely blond. I placed my palm in the middle of his back and spoke.
“Hi Steve.” He spun so quickly I had to take a step backwards. His smile made his green eyes sparkle . They traveled down my body and his smile went a little wider
“I was about to go my car and get my cavemen club and lionskin!” We both laughed” I’m glad you decided to come out. I think we’re going to have a good time. ”
The Hispanic woman to lead us to a booth in the front window of the restaurant. We sat across the table from each other and Steve ordered a pitcher of sangria. The conversation came easily, we talked about school, the city, his upcoming bar exam, I gazed into his eyes, which sparkled in his bronzed face as he spoke. His smile came quickly, easily and often. We had eaten and were about to begin our third pitcher of sangria when Rob first came up. Tears welled in my eyes again, and Steve took both of my hands in his. It was cathartic to talk to him. I vented all my anger, disappointment and confusion over my loss. Steve didn’t speak, only listened, and he held my hands throughout, letting go only to wipe the stray tear from my cheek. I talked for 45 minutes. When I stopped I was exhausted. And drunk.
We finished the third pitcher and decided it was time to go. The restaurant had filled and emptied while we were there. Any thoughts that the cool night air would help me sober up were dashed when we stepped outside and I missed the single step down. Steve caught me by the hips as I stumbled across the sidewalk.
“Little Shawna appears to be too drunk to navigate her way home alone. Let me walk you.” He laughed, and I giggled. He put his arm over my shoulder, his hand came to rest on my hip. My arm instinctively wrapped around his waist. The walk to my apartment was slow, apparently Steve was drunk also. More than once I let my head rest on his shoulder, and breathed in his scent. My nipples were hard for my shirt rubbing against them as I walked, and I felt the tingle of lust flitter through me more than once. He walked me to my door. I opened it and turned to face him. I had secretly lusted after him for a year, and he’d turned out to be a true and honest friend. I put a hand on either side of his face, stood on my tiptoes and leaned into his chest, kissing him on lips.
“Thank you. You were right, I needed to get out. ”
“I have a favor to ask” I felt the stirring in my groin and my nipples tightened even more “I really need to use your bathroom. ” He gave me a little squeeze on the hip. I stepped aside as he walked into my apartment, his large hand trailing from my hip across my exposed belly. My body tingled from the touch.
“Over on the left, light switch inside on the right. ” I was aware of how hot I was for Steve. “Do you want something to drink?” He didn’t close the bathroom door and I couldn’t help staring at his back. I was having a tug-of-war with myself. I suddenly had an overwhelming desire to get fucked. I needed to feel cock again, and here was a handsome, fit, well hung man. But he was straight, and my friend. Was it worth the risk?
“No thanks, I think I’m going to go to the bar and have a few cups of coffee before I drive home.” I was walking toward the bathroom, not sure what I was going to do when I got there, but sure had to do something. What what his reaction be? Would he freaking out? Would I be beaten up, or would he just walk away and end our friendship? I didn’t care. I walked right up behind him and slid both hands around his waist, put my left hand on his belt buckle and pulled him back into me and my right around his peeing cock.
“Shawna” I surprised him, his voice was hesitant”you know I’m not gay.”
“Gay men don’t like women” I answered as I felt his strong ass contract against my belly and his cock stiffen in my hand “which is what I am. I may have a little extra, but I want you to love me like a woman tonight. ” I had made my play. It was up to him now. I waited anxiously. My hand sliding the length his shaft certainly didn’t hurt my case. He didn’t try to stop it.
“You mean…” his question trailed off as my left hand began exploring his hard, hairy abdomen, my fingernails drawing light lines in the tan skin .
“I want you inside me” I replied hoarsely, my face pressed against his back, smelling him “I don’t want you to, you know , but I need to have you.”
” Shawna, I don’t” my fingers had reached a nipple which I grasped lightly and twisted. A soft moan escaped him” I don’t know. I’m feeling really weird right now.”
“Please Steve” I almost begged. I felt stupid. I was drunk and horny and he was gorgeous. But he was my friend, and I was probably ending that friendship right now. ” I need to feel loved again.”
He turned quickly, pulling both his cock and nipple from my hands. He put his hands on my shoulders and looked deep into my eyes. His cock head brushed my exposed belly.”As long as I don’t have to touch your prick” my heart began to soar “I’ll stay.” He kissed me. I loved the feel of his lips on mine, his tongue circling my mouth. He pushed me back against the door and pushed my jean jacket off my shoulders and to the floor. His hands found my breasts as he continued to kiss me deeply. His palms mashed into my nipples, sliding down to take them between each of his forefingers and thumbs, rolling and pulling them lightly. My cock was straining inside my jeans. I broke away from him, panting, put my small hands on his chest and began pushing him backwards towards my bed. When his calves hit the mattress I pushed him hard onto his back.
I laid on top of him and pushed my hands up under his shirt. His chest was rock hard and covered in blond hair. I got to my knees and straddled his waist. I grabbed the bottom of his shirt and began to lift. Steve sat up and raised his arms. I got the shirt over his head but couldn’t reach high enough to get it over his hands so I let go and began to rub my hands over his large biceps and shoulders. He continued to hold his hands over his head as I kissed him deeply and ran my hands down his powerful chest, stopping briefly to twist and torture his nipples. I pushed him back down on to the bed, slid up on him and shoved a cotton covered tit into his mouth, as my ponytail fell over my shoulder and brushed his forehead. He bit me gently on the nipple, using his teeth to roll the bud. A shock wave shot through me. I grabbed my shirt and almost ripped it off so I could feel his mouth on my skin. He took my nipple back in his mouth, sucking with his lips and teasing me with his tongue and teeth. He kept his hands over his head, and gave me pleasure.
I thought I was going to cum. I didn’t want him see this, or feel my hard cock pressing into his belly, so I put my hands on his shoulders and pushed myself down his body, across his thighs and stood up. I scratched his rippled belly with the fingernails of my right hand, leaving light lines in his dark skin and unbuckled his belt with my left.
“Watch me.” I whispered seductively. I knelt between his legs and undid his shorts. I was salivating when I grabbed the bottom of the shorts and began to pull. Steve arched his back to get his hips off my bed and allow his shorts to be removed. He had on no underwear. His cock was big, much longer and thicker than Rob’s and really hard. I looked up to see him, hands behind his head, watching me, a serious look on his face. I wrapped both hands around the shaft and started to slowly jerk him off, rubbing his cock head across my nipples and sliding it between my breasts. I kept my eyes on his. “Should I try and get this big dick into my little mouth?” I teased him. A wry smile was his answer. I kissed his head and let my tongue snake out and draw small wet circles on him, and I continued to jerk him off with both of my hands.
I kissed it again and allowed my lips to open, taking his head into my mouth. I swirled my tongue over it, and pushed the tip of my tongue into his pee slit. “Mmmmmmmmm.” I felt the sound rumble through his body more than I heard it. I pulled his cock head out of my mouth and continued to jerk him off with both hands. Our eyes met, mine lust filled, his wanting. I rubbed his darkening head across my soft cheek before kissing it again and sucking him back into my mouth. I pushed halfway down, allowing him to experience the heat and moisture while I ran my tongue along the underside of his cock. His hips pushed up, trying to get more in and I continued to jerk him off with both hands.
“If I drink your cum, do you promise to fuck me?” I said as I planted another warm, wet kiss on the underside of his head, my eyes locked on his, and I continued to jerk him off with both hands.
“Yes I promise” my teasing was having the desired effect of driving him crazy.
“What do you promise?” I took his head back in my mouth briefly, nipping at him with my teeth, and I continued to jerk him off with both hands.
“I promise I’m going to fuck you like there’s no tomorrow. Please…” I had him. Steve was over the edge, needing to cum. His cock was twitching, the head almost scarlet in color. I smiled at him, relaxed my throat, opened my mouth and took him down to the base.
“Oh fuck yes…Oh…Oh” His hips bucking wildly, I milked him with my throat. His head was thrown back and rolling from side to side. My hands crawled over his hips and back up to tease and scratch his hairy chest with my fingernails. He put a hand on the top of my head and and pushed me down until is pubic hair tickled my nose.
“Oh fuck….I’m cumminnnggg!” He screamed to the ceiling. If my mouth wasn’t full, I would have smiled from ear to ear. Everything I had learned from Rob went into the blow job I gave Steve. He was spasming uncontrollably and pouring cum down my throat. I continued to swallow until he had nothing left to give and began to soften. I loved it, the taste, the smell, the texture, the power, everything. I loved it. I teased his cock with my tongue as I let it slip between my lips.
Steve lay sprawled, sweaty and panting across the middle of my bed. I stood up and walked to the other side, bent over him and kissed him on the forehead “I’m going to hold you to your promise.”
“That was unbelievable. That was the best blow job I’ve ever had.” His breathing was returning to normal and he rolled over onto his stomach. I smiled at him as I removed my cowboy boots, giving him a nice look at my little ass. The took off my socks, and threw them into the closet. I unbuttoned my jeans and shimmied them down to the floor and stepped out of them. His hand began gently caressing my ass through my panties. It felt wonderful. I wanted to kiss him so I ran to the bathroom, quickly gargled some mouth wash and spit it in the sink. I ran back across my apartment and jumped onto his back.
“Ooof” I knocked some of the wind out of him. I massaged his shoulders and neck and ran my fingers through his hair, while breasts into his muscular back. My cock was hard so I lifted my hips to keep from freaking him out to much. I rolled off him and stood up behind him again. His huge cock lay down between his thighs and pushed his balls up into an inviting sack. I grabbed him lightly with my hand and let my tongue begin to work on his balls. He began to harden immediately. I continued to stroke him while I went into my nightstand drawer and took out the tube of lubricant. I stuck down the front of my panties to warm it up. I went back to kissing and nuzzling his balls and stroking his cock. When he was almost fully hard, I bit his ass, not hard, but enough to make him jump.
“Hey, that hurt.” He lied as he spun his head around, smiling. I slapped him playfully.
“I think it’s time to you fulfill your obligations, big boy.” I crawled up next to him, put my face on my comforter and wiggled my ass playfully. He smiled again and got to his knees. I got to mine and faced him. We kissed deeply and I retrieved the lube from my panties. He pulled me into him, his cock poking me in the belly, then riding up until the head was pushing the underside my tit and his balls on the top of my panties. The feel of his hair rubbing my nipples was exquisite. I broke away and pushed him lightly. I brought the tube of lube out, twisted the top off and squeezed some into my hand. I started slowly at the top of his cockhead, then laced the fingers of my hands together and spread it completely down his shaft. Steve was leaning back, hands behind him on the foot board of my bed, enjoying this completely.
“Stay right there.” I said with an evil smile. He returned it. I took a pillow and put it in the middle my bed, then hopped onto the floor. I turned my back to him and pulled my panties down. I kept my back to him, as I climbed back on to my bed. I grabbed my balls and pulled them up around my cock. I held them there and laid down on my stomach, pillow under my hips and my cock and balls pushed into the pillow. “Have you ever had a woman’s ass before?”
“No, but I’ve always wanted to.” I looked over my shoulder. He was stroking his tool.
“Put some lube on my asshole, baby, and go slowly when you start.” I smiled and spread my legs around his. He put some lube on his fingertip and gently ran it up and down over my puckering behind. It felt fabulous. Every time his finger got near I tried to push back and get it inside me. Steve caught on quickly.
“No no, my finger’s not big enough for you.” He was teasing me now. “Wait for the real thing Shawna.” He continued to rub, never changing the pressure, only the speed. I cooed with pleasure. He was driving me crazy. I need to to get fucked.
“Ready?” He whispered into my ear.
“Oh yes.” I sighed hoarsely. I felt the greased head push my cheeks open and press against me. The pressure was relentless and I began to open up for him. I felt like a virgin again, he was so big. I buried my face in the mattress and screamed . When his head was in and the pain really intense, I raised my hand. “Stop!” I yelled. He did. We stayed there for just a minute as the pain ebbed away and the familiar wave of pleasure began to build in me.”Now fuck me.”
He pushed himself completely in. We both moaned face loudly. My breath escaped me as I gasped with both intense pain and exploding pleasure. I came into the pillow and my cock lay in a pool of my own hot cum. Steve went slowly, stretching me with each stroke. I was in heaven, my eyes squeezed shut and colors exploding in my brain, my fingers and toes tingling, my thighs and legs quivering with my orgasm. I felt his hands slide from my hips up under my arms, but never missing a stroke with that amazing cock. I let him pull my arms over my head. His arm brushed my ear to his continue to push his hands up my arms. They were just on my wrists when he thrust his hands forward, stretching my entire body, forcing my face into the comforter. But he never missed a stroke with that amazing cock. He was riding me faster and harder and deeper .
He held me to the bed, pinned by his cock in my ass and stretched by his grip on my arms. My cock was hard again in the pillow as Steve drilled me in my behind. When his fingers grabbed my nipple and pinched, hard, I came again. My breath came in short, shallow moans. Steve was doing a masterful job, bringing me to the heights of ecstasy I never thought I’d reach again. He was like a piston in me, but try as I might to rock back into him, his size and strength held me in place. I did the only thing I could, I contracted the muscles in my ass.
“Oh fuck, you get tighter?” His speed increased. He let go of my wrists and wrapped my ponytail in his hand, pulling my head up. A hand caressed my cheek. I sucked a finger into my mouth and flicked it with my tongue. He pushed my head back down to the bed, and his hands grabbed my hips. I could hear and feel his powerful hips and thighs slapping my backside with each thrust. He was moving so fast it sounded like clapping. He was driving into me ferociously, filling me with his beautiful cock. I no longer felt individual feelings of pleasure, just explosions of more and more, taking me higher and higher.
“Fuck, I can’t, I’m… fuck, I’m cumminnnggg!”He pushed so hard he move me a foot forward, my head bouncing off the headboard . I felt his cock swell and then explode, and felt the warmth of his load spread deep inside me. He kept pumping, more slowly, but he still rode me. I would’ve cum for the third time if he hadn’t suddenly stopped. A long moan escaped him and he collapsed next to me. I drifted off to sleep, well fucked and content .
When I woke naked the next day, Steve was gone. I didn’t really expect him to stay. My ass hurt from the fucking I got, and my cum was drying in the pillow under my hips. But I felt great. It was just what I needed. I wouldn’t forget Rob ever, but Steve helped me put that part of my life behind and move on. I showered and dressed, looking forward to a new day for the first time in a long time. I saw him a week later at the bar. What could have been awkward he made easy. He reached across the bar, took my face in his hands and kissed me softly on the cheek.
“Hey Shawna, glad to see your feeling better, and getting out and about .” His smile was radiant.
“Thank you, lover.” I winked back at him. He got married two years later, and I haven’t seen him since, but I will always love him for the kindness and friendship, and beautiful fucking, he gave me.