Heat of the Moment

Hello, it's been a long time hasn't it?

I've been in a nostalgic mood lately I suppose. Thinking back to some of my previous escapades from school. Maybe it's because life here has slowly fallen into a rather unexciting routine. I don't really have the time for parties every weekend anymore. Maybe that's what I've been thinking about most, the youthful nights where everyone was more concerned with just enjoying the moment than worrying about what happened at work, or what bills they had to pay the next day. We ended up at a lot of those parties together didn't we? The only thing we really had in common at first was living a few doors away from each other, but we still became pretty good friends.

Then that night happened. I'm sure you know the one I'm talking about. We had promised we'd never bring it up again but, whenever I see your name on something, or your posts on facebook, it's the first thing that comes to mind.

I still remember getting that text. You'd just broken up with the guy you were seeing and your roommates were out of town so you asked if I wanted to hang out and watch a hockey game. You just wanted to take your mind of things with a friend. From there my memory of that night jumps forward quite a bit, to sitting on that couch. I don't remember who was playing that night, or how long we even watched the game. I remember sharing a pipe, having a few drinks, and feeling your body pressed against me with that blanket over our laps. The only light coming from the tv, the way we'd accidentally set the mood we really shouldn't have been surprised by where things went.

You'd rested your head on my shoulder, leaning up against me. The first time I noticed that I had quite a view down the front of your shirt was an accident, the next few times I looked were on purpose though. Hardly the first time I'd let lust bubble up in our friendship. Letting my eyes wander a bit over your body when we were together, and then letting my mind wander a lot when I was alone. I'm sure you knew, after all I've never been good at hiding anything. Did you notice me checking you out? Is that why the next memory of that night is your breathing getting heavier, and your hand sliding up my thigh?

I didn't want to move, afraid to ruin what was happening. Maybe I was waiting for you to laugh, it wouldn't be the first time you'd teased me a bit after all. But the longer I waited for the joke to end, the higher your hand moved up my leg, and the harder I got. Maybe we were both waiting for the other to blink, to say it was a bad idea, we were just friends after all and this shouldn't be happening. Whatever internal debates were happening ended the moment your fingers reached the aching bulge in my pants. We exhaled in tandem, silently agreeing to forget about the doubts and just enjoy the moment.

I remember kissing you, your hand squeezing my cock to bring a groan out of me. I felt you smile without taking your lips away from mine. I don't remember how you got my pants down, I just remember it being a bit of a struggle for both of us. I thought I'd explode the moment I felt your hand wrap around my shaft, gently stroking me as we kissed. "Hand me that hair tie" are the first words I even remember you speaking that night. I know we'd talked about other things, but none of them mattered as I watched you pull your hair back and tie it up. You kissed me one more time, and before I knew it I was watching your head sink down to my lap. My hand slid down your back as your mouth engulfed my cock, my fingers dragging across the bra strap under your shirt, tracing your spine to the hem of your shirt. I pulled it up, wanting to feel as much of your body as possible. I didn't want your mouth off of me but I wanted those clothes off of you. You sat up quickly, pulling your shirt off while I worked on your bra. Unfortunately you had to help with that, so I guess we were even after struggling with my pants. You kissed me again before inhaling my cock again.

I'm still in awe all these years later at how hungrily you went after me, your head bobbing in my lap, occasionally pulling back to lick down the side to my balls while you looked up at me smiling at my reactions to each stroke of your hand, and flutter of your tongue. My handing stroking up and down your bare back, sometimes up into your thick hair, gently taking control of your mouth for a few strokes before moving it back down your neck. Despite how long I tried to make it last I knew I was getting close, I warned you, not sure if you wanted me to cum in your mouth. I got my answer when you slid down onto your knees between my legs, staring up at me as you sucked me faster, your hand gripping me tightly. You kept your lips sealed around my head as I closed my eyes and emptied myself into your mouth. It felt like it lasted forever, but eventually my body stopped shaking and you finally slid your mouth off of me.

I don't know when you got up and started straddling me, I just remember you kissing me, and me kissing you back. The taste of my own cum in your mouth, the massive load I'd just given you still there, unswallowed. Our lips locked together as our tongues played, seemingly competing over who would get to swallow more of my cum. I wrapped my arms around your back, pulling you tight against me, my hands drifting to your waist, sliding into the waistband of your shorts. I don't know how long we stayed like that, messily making out on the couch. But it was long enough for my cock to swell back to attention. I rubbed my hips against yours, and you leaned back. We stared at each other for a moment, deciding to take the last plunge.

To this day I don't know how the rest of our clothes ended up off, all that really mattered is you climbing back on top of me, and my hand sliding between your legs. You were already soaked as my fingers slipped into your pussy. I kissed your neck, one hand massaging a hard nipple, the other teasing you. It didn't take long before you had decided to take charge again, pulling my hand away and grinding against me, rubbing your clit against my cock, still wet with your spit. I lifted you up just long enough to line myself up with your entrance before guiding you back down.

I'd fantasized about being in that exact position so many times, but I still couldn't believe how it good felt to slide inside the friend I'd lusted after. I put my hands on your ass, digging my fingers in as I thrusted up into you. You wrapped your arms around my neck, pressing your chest tight against mine. We didn't talk, just moaned as we tried to extract as much pleasure from the moment as we could. I shifted you onto your back, laying on top of you and getting the right leverage to fuck you. There's no other way I can think of to describe it really. You wrapped your legs around my waist urging me into you harder, deeper. Romance wasn't on either of our minds.

I held myself up above you, admiring your body as it shook under the rhythmic pounding. I wanted to stay like that forever, seeing your beautiful face twisted in pleasure, eyes tightly shut, moaning under me. I felt you reach a hand down between us, your finger tips brushing against my cock as you played with your clit. It only took a few minutes for you to feel even tighter on me, your body shook, and your legs clamped around my waist, holding me inside you as you came. Your free hand gripped my back your fingers digging into me as you tried to ride out the orgasm. The sight was enough to bring me to the edge. I held it in as long as I could and as soon as your grip on my waist loosened I pulled out of you, rubbing my cock against your lightly trimmed bush before I shuddered and emptied another load across your stomach before settling back down against you.

As much as I wished the rest of the night would be as eventful, I was happy to just lay there with your arms around me, gently rubbing my back. We managed to scrape together enough energy to get up, clean up and make it to your room. We climbed into your bed, and passed out before anything else happened. As amazing as everything was that night, my favorite memory of our tryst was actually from the next morning: Waking up with your arm around me, and the warmth of your body against mine. Even though we had "the talk" later and decided it was probably a good idea to make that night a one-off occurrence, I'd still give anything to wake up like that again.

Maybe that's why I'm writing this, to see if you remember that night as vividly as I do, and to see if you regret that decision too. I think there's still more fun for us to have, and I hope to hear from you soon.

Love,

M