Best Friends Forever

“Is everything okay in there?” he smirks, taking my hand and guiding it to his thick, throbbing manhood. I can feel the wetness at the tip and run my thumb over it, pleased to see how he shivers in response.

“That was… Amazing,” I breathe. “Right? Wasn’t it?”

“You were expecting something else?” he whispers, quickly rolling out a condom then closing his large hands over mine, guiding me to stroke him from tip to the base, over and over again.

I wasn’t expecting this, I admit to myself, but I don’t say it out loud.

He is thick and veiny, and I can feel how velvety his skin is. I want to turn the lights on, but he’s already angling the tip between us, pulling my leg over his hip, guiding that thick head toward my entrance.

“You feel so good,” he moans as he presses against me, urging my legs open wider.

His hands slip over my hips, positioning me like a steering wheel, holding me steady as h

e enters me in one long, slow, unstoppable motion. I hold my breath, letting him fill me completely.

With my arms over his shoulders, we move together in unison, rocking perfectly on my narrow bed. We break into a sweat, holding each other close until he pulls back suddenly to stare into my eyes before his expression changes. I feel his cock lurch inside me. I hold him tight between my thighs, never wanting to let go, startled and amazed by what we have just found.

Chapter 5

Clay

I wake up before her, with memories tugging me out of my dream. Did that just happen? I piece it back together: the gig, the blonde, the cold spaghetti, the pain behind her eyes.

Penny has always had this effect on me since the first day I met her, when she was late to register for classes. She came in with an armful of textbooks and her hair streaming out behind her in dark, shining waves. I had just finished registration and she didn’t even really see me when I stepped aside to let her through to beg for the last spot in management class. I watched her profile with her freckles dancing across her cheeks as she grimaced and pouted until the registration guy penciled her in at the bottom of a long printout of names. She basically bullied him into it.

As soon as she was victorious, she turned to me, her eyes focusing on mine as though this had all just been a brief interruption of a conversation already in progress. As though we were already friends.

“Thank you so much!” she breathes happily, even though I had nothing to do with it. “I’m starved. You want to get a cappuccino or something?”

That was it. I like to think she found me, like a lost puppy or something. Like a pet abandoned at a highway rest stop. She just came along and lured me into the safety of her presence with well-placed treats. Since we are both majoring in project management, we have had lots of classes together. We have shared textbooks to save money. And we have shared this apartment for two years.

But nothing like this has ever happened before. Never like this.

Her lips are pale as she breathes peacefully through her mouth, snoring softly. Her hair spills over the pillow and down to cover bare shoulders. The unmatched sheets beneath us are wrinkled and musty now, a smell that billows up in waves as she shifts to her side, smacking her lips together lightly. She rolls into a shaft of morning light and squints reflexively.

Fascinated, I watch as consciousness overtakes her little by little. Her delicate eyebrows push together in the invading light and I see her eyes move underneath the lids. Inhaling deeply, she draws a hand up to rub her cheek. Her eyes open just the tiniest bit, just slits. They focus on me dreamily, slowly widening until she’s looking right at me.

“Hey, good morning, Penny.”

She opens her mouth to reply, then flinches back and clamps her lips closed again. I can almost read her thoughts: the dawning realization of where we are, together, and what we’ve just done.

What I wasn’t expecting was the look of shock on her face.

“Hang on, what’s going on?” she asks in a rush, drawing back and fisting the floral sheet against her naked collarbones.

Protectively, I hold my hands up in the air like I’m surrendering.

“It’s all good, Pen. Everything is okay.”

“Everything is not okay!” she hisses, alarmed. “I’m naked! You’re naked! This is my room!”

“This is where you wanted to be,” I explain simply, rolling to the side of the bed and drawing on my boxer shorts before standing up.

Her room is a mess, like always. Penny seems to fling things around instead of ever just putting them away. Not sure why. Seems like a waste of energy.

I pick her fluffy pink robe off the hook at the back of the door and drape it over her side of the bed.

“Why don’t I make you some coffee?” I offer reasonably, suddenly eager for an escape route anyway.