My buddy who just got home from rehab got his own apartment. Obviously we had to break in and christen the bed... bathtub, living room, kitchen, and even the closet. It's bad luck to leave a space unblessed. I went over in the morning, and, being as he's one of my best friends, I even offered to bring breakfast. He was surprised to see that by "bringing breakfast" i meant three grocery bags of produce and bacon! I barely put the bags down before we were on the couch. Well, we landed on the couch, but end up rolling onto the floor, successfully bruising my head in the process. I didn't mind. Rolling around, kissing, was worth it. He set a record, sliding my dress down and undoing my bra, one had each, at the same time! I was seriously impressed. I was more impressed when he wasted no time pinning me down and sliding inside of me. I love being dominated, as anyone who reads my blog, or knows me would tell you, and he definitely remembered. With one had he held my hands down, and the other on my shoulder, thumb pressed into my collar bone, just enough pressure to remind me that I was underneath him, in a vulnerable position. He kissed me, nipped me, and grabbed my bottom lip in between his teeth... and pulled it while we both came. It was great. We looked at the couch, the down at our tangle of limbs, laughing and deeming it far too much effort to get up there, so we just yanked the blanket off and cuddled on the floor. after about 15 minutes, I pulled hair into a pony tail, grabbed his discarded Polo, and announced that I was gunna start breakfast.
NOW, I love science fiction and romance novels... especially by Kelley Armstrong. I often think that it's not normal how badly I want to marry two of her fictional characters... Clayton Danvers and Karl Marsten. One of my favorite books by Armstrong is No Humans Allowed, I remember a very vivid scene. If I didn't know better would have thought that my blonde lover read it and knew how much I loved the scene. It was like a total reenactment.
After slipping into his Polo, I bounced into his kitchen, emptying the bags. I turned on the stereo, putting in my iPod, and turning to Say Anything, a band that we both love. I was bellowing out the lyrics to "Shiska", one of my favorite songs, and so engrossed simmering the maple syrup and berries (berry maple syrup is DELICIOUS) that I didn't realize he was stand behind me. He put his hand my wrist and stood close behind me. I didn't turn, in fear that I'd get distracted and the syrup would burn, so he bent so his mouth was on my ear and said "Why the fuck are there berries in my syrup". Of course i started laughing, making me press further against him... only to realize he was STILL naked and pretty much ready to have another round. It too real willpower not to guide his cock into my me, as I didn't bother to slip on my panties before starting breakfast. When he was sure I was good, and horny he stepped back, sitting on the counter and just staring.
I forced myself to start the bacon. I cooked my vegan bacon first, so it would touch meat, then cooked his bacon. It shows how much I care about him that I was willing to cook meat for him. Another one of our favorite came on, Skinny Mean Man (by Say Anything) and I couldn't help but jam out a little bit while cooking. When he started kissing my neck I could help but twist so i could bite his lips.. which encouraged him to take advantage of my slightly spread thighs, slipping a finger over my clit again and again until I was biting down on his lip hard, and moaning into his mouth. The burning spray of oil on my arm brought me back to reality and I flipped the bacon just in time. His hand was now sprawled out, warm on my thigh, thumb teasing but not entering. When I sighed, raising onto my tippy toes, he decided to plunge his fingers inside of me, hitting my G-spot (no, it's not a myth.. just need someone with that magic touch) and biting my neck hard. When I was moaning and squirming over his hand he decided it was time to withdraw, sit on the counter, and grin.Cocky bastard.
A cold glass of water later, I was making hash browns. I was going all out for breakfast, meaning HOMEMADE hashbrowns, fluffy buttermilk pancakes (from scratch, fuck a mix!), french toast, eggs, bacon, and fruit. Once he saw the extravagant breakfast I was putting together, he let me finish mostly in peace. He wandered about his apartment, coming back into the kitchen to kiss my neck and cheeks, slap my ass, and generally start trouble. When I announced that breakfast was ready, he all but ran to the kitchen, scrambling for plates and utensils. Obviously this was someone who was still high, and recovering from the dreaded food of rehab. I fixed the plates, his mouth watering the whole time, and we dug in. I love being with friends because it means that I can let the munchies over take me. With most guys, I'd at least try to be ladylike and eat civilly, but this is someone who has known me since I was about 5 years old. He was probably the first to get the 3rd base with me, the first person I made out with, and the only person I called in the middle of the night crying who picked me up, brought me drugs, then fucked me until I totally forgot about the douche who cheated on me. That's a best friend. So scarfing down some pancakes, veggie bacon, french toast, and fruit was no big deal.
We didn't talk for the first five minutes of eating. I had to drive a long distance before I got there, and hadn't eaten. He's a male, and always hungry. Plus we were both stoned. Finally I looked up to see him shoving bacon into one side of his mouth, and pancakes (with his hand) in the other, alternating. I giggled, and he caught my eye... we both started cracking up. It reminded me of the time that we smoked some Sour Diseal in Union Square Park, then some Salvia. I was literally on the ground cracking up, and we ended up going to Cosi's... taking a good 10 minutes to order, and ended up ordering everything we said "Wait, nevermind..." to. What I love about Union Square is that everyone is high. The old crack head who screams "What's up, baby? Need a loosie? I gotchu, boo!" to me every time I'm there, to my favorite gay teen named Precious, who I do "Free Hugs" with whenever it's warm. It's the perfect place to roll up, and smoke a quick one and then just chill on the grass with someone you can just lay with.
After eating we decided to watch TV in his bed. Him in just boxers, and me in just his Polo... we both knew we weren't going to do much watching. I crawled between hi legs after a few minutes of cuddling, taking his cock into my mouth and going down on him until he flipped me on my back. so my head was hanging off the bed, and dove between my legs. I missed his tongue... a lot. I orgasm from sex, but I have the best orgasms from being eaten out, and fingered. I just find it hot that someone else has such control over my body.
His tongue.. honestly I wish I could tell you what it was he does that makes it so amazing, but I can't. His tongue slipped over my clit a few times, making me squirm, then slipped inside of me. After a minute of this, he slide his fingers inside of me, and began sucking on my clit. It was.. well damn. When I was about to cum he stopped, going back to gentle licks, avoiding my clit completely. Finally I couldn't take it, thrusting my hips up, and he sat back completely. "What do you want, baby?" Evidently my moans, groans, and primal grunts weren't enough for him apparently because he just looked at me and asked again "What do you want?". When he grinned I knew he was enjoying himself FAR too much, but decided to oblige. Before you I could finish moaning "You, Sam, YOU." he was deep, deep, DEEP inside of me. Holy mother of God. He, again, pinned me down, and I bit into his shoulder. I broke skin, but he didn't mind, never did before. Just took the hint, an fucked me even harder. I came. He kept fucking me. I was screaming, he was pulling my hair nipping and licking my face, and slowly thrusting inside. Finally he came.
He collapsed on top of me. Not just dropped, but collapsed. I couldn't tell who was breathing harder, him or myself. I actually couldn't breathe well with him on top of me, and as much as I didn't want the warmth of his sweaty body to leave mine, when my abs started to hurt, I told him. He laughed and rolled over onto his back. We laid like that for a long time, listening to each others' ragged breathing. Finally he rolled over and slung his arm over my waist. I turned to faced him, and we cuddled for a minute. He fell asleep. I got up to go to the bathroom. When i got back he was still fast asleep, curled up in the blanket, and looked too adorable for like. I gently got back into bed, kissing his neck, cheek, and mouth then leaning back to watch TV. When he grabbed me around the waist and started kissing me his eyes were still closed, and he was half asleep. It was great.
Eventually he woke up fully, grabbed my hand, and suggested we take a shower. I love shower sex. So so so so much. We got into the shower, turning it on extra hot ,and lathered each other up. Normally I'd have complained about the manish smelling soap but when he turned me around, and started massaging my neck and shoulders I decided to let it slide. I leaned back against him, letting him massaging and caress my sore muscles. Finally I turned, kneeling before him and lick his long, hard cock. Normally shower head doesn't work because the water messes up my contacts, but he was in luck... I had my glasses on today! So I went down on him, licking, sucking, and teasing because I know he loves it. When he came I swallowed it all, and then he pulled me up by my arms, holding me against the wall, and slowly rubbing my clit, before shoving two fingers inside, and rubbing his thumb over my clit. When he started biting and kissing my neck I came hard and leaned against him, panting. We stayed under the shower spray without moving for a good five minutes, then started lathering each other up again, kissing and nipping as we did so. We shared the spray then got out, him drying me, and then me drying him.
The afternoon was a long, wonderful one. We kissed, fucked, then slept. Then we repeated over and over again. I'm quite sore, but it's a lovely, BEST SEX EVER kind of sore.
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