The water rained down on our glistening bodies as we kissed and groped. My hand slipped down and began fondling his scrotum. He groaned and fell against the shower wall as I proceeded to give him a hand job. He was hard as a rock but I stopped just short of letting him cum. In mock anger and frustration he threw me against the far wall and began roughly groping me. I whimpered and moved against him as he painfully penetrated me with his fingers.
With one hand on the center of my color bone, he held me immobile against the wall still probing me. The water splashed at his back as he slid me down until I was sitting on the bottom of the tub with my thighs open to the world. His had moved his hand lower on my breastbone until almost the tip to hold me to my new spot. He moved into me and penetrated me with his rock hard muscle. We rocked against each other in the small tub and screaming, came together.
I opened my eyes in the semi-darkness to see a figure sitting on my bed; the alarm was going off beside my head. “Who was it?” The figure asked me.
I groaned and rolled over, shutting off the alarm. “I don’t know what you’re talking about Scott.”
“Yes you do,” I could tell he was smirking in the dim light. He stood and opened the blinds on the window facing me. I squinted in the bright morning sunlight. “You were talking in your sleep again.” He sat back down on his bed. We had recently moved into a smaller place and I still wasn’t used to sharing a room with him. We had met a few years back and because we had so much in common soon became best friends. We had been living together for about two years and could all but read each other’s minds.
I sighed and crawled out of bed. “I don’t know who it was, he didn’t have a face like all the others, why does it matter?” I asked grabbing my robe.
“It seemed to matter to you.” He said gesturing to the moist spot on my bed. I directed a few explicit words at him as I stumbled into the bathroom.
Standing in the hot water I washed the grime of yesterday’s work and this morning’s sweat off of my body. I stared at the far wall thinking of the dream. It was actually starting to get to me; I had been having the dream once, sometimes twice a night the past two weeks. It was always the same man and place, but different things happened each time. I had lied to Scott, I didn’t know if he caught and was just being kind, or didn’t notice. Every once in a great while I could slip a lie past him. I in fact did know who the man who made me orgasm in my dreams was, every time, it was Scott.
The sex dream itself didn’t bother me; the only thing that did worry me was my tendency toward premonitions. Don’t think me a kook, it just had happened a few times. I got out of the shower and wandered to the bedroom. It took me about five minutes to pick out my clothes and get dressed to find Scott in the kitchen sitting at the table still nude.
“Don’t you have to go to work today?” I asked with a raised eyebrow.
“No, I have today off.” He said sighing and taking sip of coffee.
I sat down facing him with my own breakfast of cool-aid. “Ok I’ll bite, what’s wrong? Why did you get up so early if you don’t have work?” He opened his mouth to say something, but I interrupted him, “And no lying, I can tell when you are lying.”
He closed his mouth with a snap and started again, glaring a little. “I’m just having a few problems with my girlfriend.”
“Cindy?” I asked looking at him. “I thought you guys were totally in love. What happened?”
“I don’t know, she suddenly started acting strange. She doesn’t want to make love, and we barely kiss anymore.” He seemed very upset; he and Cindy had been dating for almost a year. “The thing that worries me is that it all started two weeks ago, right after we watched a special on HBO.” He took a deep breath and a slip of his coffee. “It was about college students learning who they really are, and …coming out…” He paused and took another deep breath, “Gay.” He looked at me pained. “Robin what am I going to do? I really love her, but I can’t force her into somewhere she doesn’t belong.”
I took a sip of my cool-aid and started brainstorming. “Ok, what can you do? How does she feel about that sort of thing? Can you just ask her, or will she freak out on you?” I had recently come out as bi myself and knew the problems associated with it.
He chewed his lip for a moment before answering. “It’s not that, she’s ok with it. I think the main problem is that she has never been with a girl before and doesn’t know for sure.” He looked at me hopefully.
I stood abruptly knowing his intent. “No no no! Don’t even ask! I know what you’re thinking. You know the rules, I don’t want to mess things up between us with sex, that applies with your girlfriends too.”
He looked at me pleadingly, “Please? How am I, or she suppose to know anything if we don’t try. I don’t want to rope her into something that will just end up being bad for both of us.”
“Why not?” I asked exasperated. “People do it to each other all the time, look at my parents!”
He leveled his gaze at me, not laughing. “And look how they turned out. Look how their offspring turned out!” He smirked and started laughing not being able to contain himself.
I stuck my tongue out him and made a face but he continued. “You of all people should know how important it is to be true to yourself.”
“That was a low blow mister.” I glared at him and he fixed me with his puppy dog eyes I groaned. “Ok, I’ll think about it. But only if she wants to, you have to talk to her about this. I don’t want to be pushing her into anything either.”
He nodded and jumping up wrapped me in a huge hug. “Thank you! Thank you! How can I repay you?”
I tried to pry myself lose, “You can start by letting me go, I need to leave for work.” He obediently let go and I grabbed my keys. “Talk to her, I can’t say no to you, but I will still refuse to do it if she isn’t whole heartedly into it.” He nodded solemnly and I left wondering what I was getting myself into.
That night I got home from work late and exhausted. When I walked in, Scott and Cindy were sitting on the couch talking. Scott jumped up when I came in the door, “She said she wanted to try it!”
It took me a few seconds to remember what he was talking about. When I did figure it out I pointed to the bedroom door. “Scott, can you leave us for a few minutes, I want to talk to her…alone.” He nodded and shooting a quick smile at his girlfriend, walked into the bedroom.
I walked to the couch and sat down next to Cindy. “I’m guessing he explained it all to you?” I asked.
She nodded, “Yeah, he was pretty on the mark too. I have been questioning myself for a few years, but seeing that TV show just made it worse.”
I laid my hand on her knee, “Did you want to try anything?” I asked slowly. I had already made my decision if I going to help, but wanted to see what her choice was before saying anything. “And don’t let Scott push you into it.”
There were tears in her eyes as she responded. “I think it will be the only way to know. Because I’m an artist, I don’t know if I am attracted to females, or just their form.” I nodded and let her continue. “I don’t want to hurt Scott, I really love him. But I have to know, what if we get married and then I realize it? That wouldn’t be fair to him. I’m just so glad that he has been so understanding about this whole thing.”
I smiled and started to laugh, she looked at me oddly and a little hurt. “I’m sorry, it just that I think the only reason he’s wanting us to try this out is because he thinks he gets to watch! He does care, and he does want you to know for sure, but that is a big part of it, dear.”
Her expression turned to surprise and a bit of fear. “I don’t want him to watch. I won’t be able to do it if he watching.”
I laughed again, “I said he thinks he gets to watch. There is no way that I’d let him see us or even let him video tape it!”
She joined me in laughing and Scott came out of the bedroom. “Is everything ok?” He asked peaking around the corner.
I waved him into the room. “We just need to figure out a time. I’m to beat to do anything tonight…worthwhile.” I gave Cindy a sly smile and she blushed. We talked for about a half hour about when and where before Cindy had to leave.
As I walked her to the door and gave her a hug she whispered, “He still thinks he’s going to watch.”
I nodded and gave her a squeeze, “I’d take care of it,” I assured her. I closed the door behind her and walked back to the couch, I plopped down next Scott. He grabbed me and gave me a big kiss on the cheek, but I stopped him before he had a chance to thank me. Pushing him away, I turned to face him with a serous expression on my face. “You can’t be here tomorrow night.” I said bluntly, he stared at me in surprise. “I know that you want to, but Cindy and I both decided that you shouldn’t have anything to do with it.” I finished.
Scott looked down at the floor silently, and then looked up at me. “Ok, if that’s the only way it will happen. I know you will tell me everything any how.” He smiled mischievously at me. “Thank you for doing this, it is really important to me that we know the truth.” He wrapped me in a massive hug for a few seconds until I fought my way free.
“I need to get to sleep, I’m exhausted. I’ll see you in the morning, or later, I don’t work tomorrow.” With out saying anything, Scott pushed me down on the couch against the armrest. He climbed on top of me, straddling my torso. “What are you doing?” I asked wearily trying to sit up.
“I don’t know anybody else who would something like this for me or anyone else. I want to thank you.” He pushed me back down firmly and cut me off before I could protest. “You know I won’t go too far, just let me make you happy.” I groaned but relented, I knew it was no use arguing or fighting with him.
He deftly unbuttoned my work shirt and opened it. Just as quickly he unhooked my bra and pushed it down my arms, tucking it under my breasts. I knew the tactic well; it would immobilize me as well as getting it out of the way. I sighed and let him go to work; I knew he had fun pleasuring people. He took each full breast in a hand and began rubbing the nipples. Using his index fingers and thumbs he pinched and twisted. I made a small noise and arched my back, in response he pulled up on them. I almost screamed as he pulled them farther and farther. He let them snap back and my breath came in short bursts.
He sat back and let me regain my breath. “Are you done?” I asked when I had caught it again. Instead of speaking he unbuttoned and unzipped my pants. I pressed my butt against the couch just to spite him when he tried to pull them down. He saw that I was going to give him trouble and leaned on top of me, his face almost touching mine.
“You’re not going to let me do this the easy way are you?” He asked.
“There is an easy way?” I asked sassily. Again he didn’t reply, but he did bend his neck down and delivered a sharp bite to one of my nipples. I cried out and jumped, Scott used the distraction to slip my pants and underwear past my hips. I fought against him but knew that I had lost the battle already. To stop my movements he placed his hand on my breastbone and held me down firmly. The other hand began to weed its way thru the tangle of my dark curly hair. I was sopping wet and physically ready for him to do anything.
Out of the blue, my mind flashed on the dream from that morning. I couldn’t let that happen and I started to struggle and protest. This was usually part of our games, so he fought with me and kept me on the couch. My mind began to race and I shouted out “Panic! Let me up!” He jumped up and I flipped of the side of the couch pulling my pants on.
“What happened?” He asked looking terrified. I had never used that command on him but he did know what it meant. “What wrong?” He asked kneeling beside me now.
“Nothing, it’s just…I’m tired. I need to go to bed.” I stuttered through the pathetic lie hoping he would believe me.
“That is a horrible, bold face lie Robin.” He was holding my arms firmly but gently. “Now tell me what happened.”
I took a deep breath and decided to tell him, “You know those sex dreams I’ve been having?” He nodded once and waited for me to go on. “I always told you I didn’t who the men where. That they… they were just dreams…and I didn’t know where they came from.” I paused and took another deep breath. “That was a lie, I know who they, he was. It is always you.” I finished looking down. “I don’t know why it’s you. I don’t want to have sex with you.”
He looked a little hurt, “Well, tell it how it is sister.” He said dryly.
“I’m sorry. You’re a great guy, beautiful and smart, but I don’t want to have sex with you. Our friendship is wacko the way it is.”
He stood and reached out to help me up. Embracing me he whispered in my ear. “Robin, you should have told me I wouldn’t have freaked out. Are you going to be ok?” I nodded silently. “Let’s go to bed now.” I raised an eyebrow. “Separate beds.” He added with a grin.
That night I didn’t dream about Scott for the first time in two weeks. I did however have a great dream about Cindy.
The nest morning I was talking to Scott at breakfast, “where are you going to go tonight?” He just hid his mouth behind his cup and mumbled some gibberish. “Say again?” I asked.
He sighed and guiltily set down his coffee cup. “I was hoping I could just stay in the living room.”
“No! Absolutely not, I told you that last night.”
“I know. I just was hoping you’d let me stay. I want to know the outcome as soon as possible. I promise be good and I’ll stay in the living room, I won’t even go near the bedroom.”
I looked him deep in the eyes and laid my hands on his own. “I know that Cindy doesn’t want you there, and I don’t really want you there either.” I smiled at him, “besides, who’s saying that we’ll stay in the bedroom?”
“Ok, I’ll call Pete, and see if he wants to do something. I’ll take my cell along, and I want you to call me right away.” He relented, he didn’t look happy, but it would have to do. I didn’t want to add any extra variables to the experiment, it was risky enough.
“Well, I’m sure you guys will have a bit to talk about if you let him know where your girlfriend is!” We both laughed and we both knew that all was resolved with out hurt feelings.
That night after Scott left, I started to set the mood for the night in the apartment. Candles and incense burned as soft music played. I did not bring out any of my normal toys; this was going to be a night of soft, gentle, and soft sex.
Cindy arrived at about ten o’clock, she was shy and looked very nervous. “Don’t worry, I know how scary the first time can be. You can trust me to stop if you want to…”I smiled mischievously “or continue when you want me to.” She nodded and smiled back. I led her to the bedroom, which was completely lit with candles and smelled lightly of incense. The music could be heard playing quietly from the living room.
“It beautiful, but you forgot the rose petals.” She teased.
“I could leave, search the whole city and get some, but I don’t know when I’ll be back.” I teased back,” I may have to steal some from a cemetery. But if it’s that important to you…” I turned to mock leave, but she grabbed on to my arm and turned me around. To my surprise she planted an intense kiss on my lips.
“Lets get the show on the road.” She whispered. I nodded and we sat down on the bed together. She slowly undressed, the sight of her beautiful nude body made me wet. I followed suite, but a little shaky. I guess I was a little nervous also. But why shouldn’t I be? This night was going to decide my best friend’s future, no pressure there!
I carefully laid her down on the bed and, bracing myself on my arms, leaned over her. “Ready?” I asked. She nodded silently. I started to kiss her, starting at her lips and going down between her breasts. Her body shuddered slightly when I reached the pout of her belly. I leaned back on my haunches and pulled her legs apart. Leaning down, I kissed the lips of her cunt lightly, barely touching it.
“Stop.” She said quietly, I sat up looking at her. “I know, you don’t need to do anything more.” I nodded and got off the bed, she swung her legs off looking distressed and thoughtful. We dressed in silence, I stole a glance at her from time to time but she said nothing still. Cindy walked to the living room and sunk down on the couch.
She sat, staring at the wall. “I know now, for sure. Thank you for helping me.” She turned to face me. ”Please tell Scott I’m sorry. I never wanted to hurt him. I do love him, but with you…I donno, it seemed more natural, more real.”
I nodded, “I understand what you mean. I will tell him for you, don’t worry; I think he’ll understand. He wanted this to happen as much if not more then you did. I....I think i just need to figure some stuff out.”
She stood, “Thank you, and tell Scott if he finds any of my stuff to mail it to me, I’ll do the same. I don’t want to see him face to face, I think it will hurt him to much.” I nodded again. “Good bye, and thank you again.”
I stood and walked her to the door, before she left we embraced, then she was gone.
Scott got home about an hour later. “You didn’t call me.” He said pouting. “So…what was the out come?”
I looked up at him a little sadly, “Sit down babe, I need to talk to you.” He looked at me worriedly but obeyed. “Cindy wanted me to tell you because she thought it would minimize the pain.” His shoulders slumped in realization of the outcome. “She said she was sorry, and that she loved you, but this felt more natural.” He nodded and I saw tears coming to his eyes, I leaned over to give him a hug.
We sat there for a few minutes and I listened to him weep. He stood up and mumbled an excuse and headed for the bathroom. I let him go, he needed some time alone. But after about five minutes I started to worry and peaked in the open door. He was seated on the floor with a box of Kleenex beside him. I was about to ask how he was when I saw something shining in his hand. I realized he was holding a ring, my heart broke and I entered the bathroom.
I sat beside him and let him talk about love, Cindy, and just life. I asked him if he felt any better after about an hour. He said yes. I ventured to ask him what he was going to do with the ring. “I don’t know, I’ll find some one deserving of it.” He looked at me sideways. “I don’t suppose you’d…” He trailed off.
“Don’t even ask buster!” I laughed, “Do we have to go thru the rules again?”
He laughed with me and shook his head. “No, I think I’ll remember them.”
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