I think its safe to say that we're all had really close friends at least once in our life. You know the kind of friend that I'm talking about. That certain bud that you can tell anything and everything to.
And yet even to that person there are some secrets (skeletons in the closet if you will) that even they don't know. Yeah, I thought so.
Well, mine was a girl named Shannon and we had been best buds since before I could remember. We were the kind of friends who could sit together on a porch swing, not say a word, and be totally comfortable and relaxed. In fact we were so comfortable together that we had decided to share an apartment closer to campus and our classes.
And my secret was a rather extensive and complete collection of "entertainment" videos. Pornos to those with less sophistication. Like myself.
Personally, I was completely comfortable with keeping this little secret until Shannon came home from work one day, crying like there was no tomorrow. She threw her bag down next to the couch and flopped down beside me, wrapping her arms around me in a big hug. We just sat there, with the TV anchorman catching us up to speed on all the miseries of the world around us.
About an hour later a phone call startled the both of us out of our respective slumbers and caused us to disentangle ourselves in a very awkward moment. She looked at the phone very nervously and I noticed the tears beginning to well up in her eyes.
Interrupting the scene, I reached down and picked up the phone.
"Hello?" I asked in a very level tone. The line was silent on the other end except for what sounded like very shallow breathing. "Hello? Is someone there?" I tried again. Again, silence. Getting frustrated I went to hang up the phone when I heard something from the receiver.
I picked the phone back up to my ear and asked, "What was that?"
"You heard me!! Who the fuck is this and where is that fucking slut, Shannon!!"
I must admit I was a little startled by this. But I wasn't going to let that keep me back. "What the fuck do you mean 'Who the Fuck is this'? This is Shannon's roommate, James. Who the fuck is this?!!!"
He was just then about to respond when Shannon snatched the phone from my hand and stormed off to her room screaming into the receiver. Slamming the door, she shut me off from her situation. So I sat there on the couch, pondering what had just happened, as I fell asleep on the couch.
I awoke almost an hour later to a light kiss on my cheek. Opened my groggy, half-shut eyes, I saw Shannon leaning over me. She was smiling through the dried up tears and running mascara, and her hair was in complete disarray. "Thanks for trying to defend me like that, James. You don't know how much that means to me," she stated.
I sat up on my elbows, expecting her to want to talk, but she pushed me back down to the couch and lay down next to me, pulling my arms around her. I began to ask her what was wrong and she responded simply with "Hold me. Just hold me." So I did, and we both fell asleep together on the couch.
The next morning didn't offer any new leads. Shannon was gone before I even woke up and a note on the fridge told me that she was out for the day and that she'd see me when she got back.
I had always wondered if it would be too weird if I told Shannon about my skeletons, because as far as I knew, she was honest about everything with me. But the Shannon that I knew was your average country chick, with the sweet southern drawl that goes with the image. How could I expect her to understand such desires? But with the previous night's events, I was starting to wonder. And I also wondered if it wouldn't make it easier for Shannon to open up to me, if I shared a secret of my own first.
I spent all day trying to figure out some way to bring my best friend into my private world, but in honesty, there really isn't any easy way to do it. Then of course there were the moments when my mind would wander back to the way I had felt as Shannon slept in my arms. I couldn't explain it. I had never thought of Shannon in a romantic way before, and it was a very unnerving sensation.
Then I reasoned that I was merely all worked up by the tension of the previous evening, so I decided to unwind with a little "entertainment". I perused my private collection and decided on a relatively nasty little flick involving anal sex. In the privacy of my apartment I could satisfy whatever sexual desires I wanted. And that was just how I liked it.
I set the movie on play and nestled up into the folds of the couch. The video started off rather action packed. A wily band of female cowgirls were raiding an Indian camp and were chasing women and men alike into the woods, as they charged on horseback. The scene then focused on a cowgirl who tackled a male Indian into some bushes, where he turned the tables on her and pinned her arms to the ground. Then the music started and I knew what was coming. Grabbing my dick in my hand I rubbed the head softly, trying to spread the precum around. Slowly I started stroking up and down the length of my dick, as the Indian male forced the cowgirl to deepthroat him.
Then the phone rang and I damn near ripped my dick off. There I lay, with my cock in my hand and my hand over my heart, and I couldn't help but let the answering machine catch it. Our silly greeting came on as we both interrupted each other during the message. Then I heard his voice again. It was the guy from the night before. I listened as he tried to explain about his wife and his situation. He tried to explain how he had been in need for love, and Shannon had shown that to him. How he had hoped that she would forgive him. Blah Blah blah. He carried on for what seemed like, hours, before he finally closed the message and hung up. I couldn't believe it.
By now I was completely out of "the mood" so I sat up from the couch and pulled my sweats up, heading to the bathroom. I washed and dried my hands, trying to piece together what I had just heard.
Then I was stopped short as I walked back into the living room to shut off the video. There was Shannon, sitting at the couch, staring at the TV. She had came home while I was in the bathroom and I hadn't even heard.
Slowly and carefully I crept down the hall towards the living room, but I don't think Shannon would have noticed if a Mac Truck had come crashing through. She was totally engrossed in the movie. Taking the initiative I stepped into the living room and stood in the doorway, startling her from the couch.
She stood up quickly and started to stutter out explanations "Oh my god, James. I just came in and sat down and I saw this on and I just... uh... I just."
All I could do was smile. Seeing my friend trying to explain herself to me.
She must have realized what I was thinking because she took a deep breath and smiled also. "So? This is yours huh? How come you never told me you were such a perv?"
Now I was the one with the speech impediment. I didn't know where to start. I tried to mutter a few explanations, but Shannon wasn't listening. She very purposefully walked over towards me and grabbed the bulge in my sweatpants.
"What do you say we give it a spin, hun," she teased as she grabbed me by the balls and looked back at the TV. I was speechless. And yet I managed a measly "Okay" before she wrestled me to the couch and began ripping my clothes off.
Caught up in the passion of the moment I never once questioned my actions. All I could think about was getting her clothes off as soon as possible. I fumbled clumsily with her bra like it was my first time. Giggling at my predicament, she reached around and helped me with the clasp.
Shannon had worked her way to my sweats by now and was trying to pull t hem down, but I had other things in mind. I lifted her up and set her back up against the headrest of the couch, and kneeled down in front of her. Tugging at the zipper of her jeans with my teeth I slowly opened her fly, and caught my first peek at her privates.
I gasped in shock. She was completely smooth. I couldn't believe it. I had no idea, and I was still a little shell-shocked from what I saw.
I guess I had paused for a lot longer than I thought, because Shannon spoke up. "Find anything interesting down there? Take a picture. It'll last longer."
With that said I chuckled and finished pulling off her jeans. With that done I spread her legs wide, across the couch, and found an even bigger surprise. The lower part of her clit, which had been covered by her jeans, was pierced.
"Just full of surprises, ain't you?" I whispered just before I lowered my mouth to her pierced lip and sucked on it.
With my first taste of her wetness I knew that I wanted her. Badly. But this was more than a simple matter of lust. I wanted this sweet little girl from my childhood more than I wanted anything else in the world. She started bucking at my face as my tongue traced the lining of her pussy. I could hear her breathing heavily and grinned slightly when she grabbed my hair and pulled me further into her pussy.
To tell you the truth I hadn't had much experience going down on a woman before, but I was doing my best to bring this girl off. I gripped her hips tightly and sucked hard on her little bud. I went at her sweetness, sucking noisily on her clit and tugging on her piercing with my teeth every now and then, when she suddenly began to sit up.
I thought maybe I wasn't doing something right, so I looked up to see what was wrong. But Shannon wasn't even looking my way. Again she was focused on the TV as a cute little blonde licked away at her redheaded girlfriends asshole. Shannon was completely mesmerized by the display and could barely manage a "I want that, baby."
With that she kneeled up onto the couch and bent over, her face in the cushions. Then she looked back at me with those intense blue eyes and begged me "Please. Do that to me, too."
What could I do? Say no? Not on your life!! I did what any self-respecting man would do.
I spread her cheeks wide and started licking her asshole. She squealed loudly the first time I forced my tongue inside her, and I thought she was going to cum on the spot. Her fingers rubbed against my chin as she rubbed her pussy frantically.
Suddenly I felt a tug on my sweats and Shannon had pulled my dick out, rubbing the shaft up and down. I was so hot from eating her out on both ends, that my dick was completely slick with precum.
Personally I had always found this position the most erotic, and Shannon's delicious stroking was driving me nuts. So I got up on my knees on the couch and prepared to enter her pussy from behind. But Shannon had other ideas.
With one smooth motion, she moved her hips downward, placing my dick at her tight ring, and then she lunged backwards.
I grunted, almost painfully, as my dick crammed its way into her tight asshole, forcing shrill scream from Shannon. She was panting and moaning very loudly and I asked her if she was all right. In response she started rubbing herself again and told me to fuck her.
I didn't want to push things too much, so I slowly pulled my dick out and pushed it inside of her, setting a smooth rhythm for the both of us. Within a few minutes Shannon must have adjusted to the feelings, because she started thrusting her ass back towards me. Our bodies slapped hard as we both fucked each other. It was so tight, that I had a lot of trouble holding back, but when she started cumming I couldn't stand it anymore. Shannon's whole body tensed up with her orgasm, and I couldn't help but cum in her ass.
In the aftermath we both sat there on the couch, with my dick still in her ass, and finally after we had both stopped shuddering, I pulled out. Shannon shivered a little as my dickhead popped out, and she collapsed onto the couch.
I leaned up against her, in a spoon and kissed her shoulders and back, our sweaty bodies rubbing against each other. It didn't take long for both of us to fall asleep, cuddled up on the couch in a mock fur blanket.
The next morning I woke up to the smoky aroma of bacon and sausage. Jerking up right I looked around and saw plates of eggs and biscuits sitting on the kitchen counter. Then I heard sounds of Shannon singing, coming from the kitchen and my curiosity got the better of me. When I entered the kitchen I was treated with a glimpse of Shannon's naked backside, since all she was wearing was one of my flannel shirts. I'd be lying if I said that the view was anything but exciting.
Slowly, I stepped across the linoleum floor and hugged Shannon from behind. Smiling deeply, she reached up and pulled my face down to hers for a deep, probing kiss. It didn't take much of this, before my dick was teasing the underside of her rear. But Shannon slapped me on the ribs, and pushed me back.
"Not right now, sweetie. Now go get dressed so we can have breakfast."
Disappointed, I sulked off to my bedroom to grab some sweats. As I was sorting through my closet, I heard the phone ring. But Shannon answered before I could get to it, so I went on searching.
When I came out from my bedroom, I could hear Shannon talking on the phone in her room, so I went on into the kitchen and waited. I sat and waited for about ten minutes when Shannon finally came out and sat down at the kitchen table.
I thought at first that maybe she had received another call from our overzealous caller, but she smiled plainly and we started breakfast. It was relatively weird chatting plainly with my best friend, after we had just slept together mere hours earlier. But it was also very nice.
After breakfast, Shannon and I resigned ourselves to taking a little shower together. It didn't take me long to create plenty of lather with my roaming hands, but I decided to make sure and get all the nooks and crannies. It's always good to be thorough.
With a generous portion of body wash, I kneeled in front of Shannon and proceeded to lather up her mound. Shannon was obviously getting hot with my delicious foreplay and was practically begging me to make her cum. To tease her that extra little bit I placed my middle finger along the ridge in her pussy and rubbed it back and forth, not entering her, but almost.
Then as she started to beg me again, I slipped my finger into her, catching her offguard and defenseless. I knelt there for what seemed like hours, the water cascading down my chin as I pounded her with my finger, holding her tightly so that she didn't slip and fall. Finally, she grabbed two handfuls of my hair and pressing her face up against the shower door, let out a muffled scream. Breathing deeply she kneeled down to me and drove her tongue deep into my mouth. We groped and kissed for forever, and then she decided that it was my turn.
Raising my right leg up onto the rim of the shower, and my back facing the showerhead, Shannon began to lather my feet and calves with generous amounts of body wash. Personally, I think she was paying me back for teasing her. Not that I minded. Adding more soap, she covered my legs and hips, working her way, then, up to my stomach and chest. Finally she finished with my arms and stood up, as if to leave.
"Wha... ?" I exclaimed with the saddest show of neglect I could muster.
"I'm sorry, did I forget something?" was all she answered. I looked down at my dick, which was standing straight out. She looked at me amusingly and spread huge globs of shower gel onto her palms and reached down towards my dick. "Is this what you're whining about?"
With that said, she wrapped both hands around my shaft and started pumping me, like she was trying to pull the cum out by shear force alone. Then she knelt back down in front of me and rearranged her hands, so that her thumbs were facing away from me this time, and started pumping again. All the time she kept whispering taunts at me. "You gonna cum down my throat, baby?" "You gonna nut in my mouth?" Then she squeezed my balls with one of her hands and I released the biggest wad ever, right onto her tongue and chin, and all over her lips. She then turned me around to wash the soap and suds off of my dick, and proceeded to finish milking me of whatever cum I had left.
I swayed a little as my knees threatened to give out, and Shannon helped dry me off and we both went back to bed.
My dreams were not much better than my current life. In fact, they pretty much paled in comparison to the past two days events. I couldn't believe how blind I'd been over the last 18 years as this beautiful, delicious woman had grown up beside me, and I'd never noticed.
Then the phone awakened me. Shannon, who is a rather drowsy sleeper, was only beginning to rouse by the time I'd reached my dresser and picked up the cordless. "Hello?" a deep woman's voice asked, "Is Shannon there?"
"Who's calling? She's asleep right now." I answered as I rubbed the sleep from my eyelids.
"Just give Shannon the phone. I need to talk to her."
Not wanting to deal with another one of Shannon's bitchy friends I nudged her shoulder and handed her the phone. Then I plopped back into bed and stretched out like a cat on a warm summer's day.
"Today!?" I heard Shannon gasp into the phone. "Are you sure you want it to be today?"
Those were the last words I heard as laziness overtook me and I drifted off into Wonderland again. The next thing I knew, Shannon was rubbing up against me in bed, trying to wake me up. Slowly I raised my eyes and saw that devilish look in her eyes. God, this girl could not get enough!
I sat up on my elbows and she yanked the covers off of me, exposing my nakedness to the cool room. "Time to wake up Sleepyhead. Tonight we're goin' clubbin'."
Groggily I rubbed my eyes and squinted at the cute little number Shannon had decided on. She was wearing black boots, black skin-tight jeans, and a cute little shirt that I'd bought her for Christmas. It depicted random sexual scenes involving two mice.
"All right, you win!" I surrendered to her light slapping, as she attempted to wake me up. Then I ushered her out of my room and threw together a casual outfit that went well with her own.
I looked down at my watch as I put it on and I couldn't believe what I saw. It was 7 o'clock PM. I'd slept all damn day. Rubbing my eyes once more I threw on some cologne and went out to greet my partner for the night. I let Shannon do the driving, because obviously she had something specific in mind for the evening. I don't know what it was that made me think that, but I knew it was there. It was evident in the way that she kept casually looking at her watch, and smiling at me when she saw me notice her.
I guess my second clue was in the selection of our hangout for the evening. Shannon drove directly to a wild little club, that we hadn't been to in almost a year. The crowd had become just a bit too rambunctious over time, if you know what I mean.
So we paid our cover and got ourselves a table. And I'll be damned if we weren't there for two minutes and some guy came over trying to pick her up. She very innocently told him that she wasn't interested and to punctuate the point, attempted to swallow my tongue. When she was finished I looked around and the guy was nowhere to be seen.
About 20 minutes and 2 drinks later a tall redhead strolled lazily over to our table. I spoke up immediately, "I'm sorry we're here together" motioning towards Shannon. "I'm taken."
"Who said I was coming over here to hit on you?" the woman corrected me very casually. She then leaned over and gave Shannon a quick little peck on the lips and took her hand.
"I'll be back in a sec, hun," Shannon explained and before I could respond the two of them were on a bead line for the dance floor. Feeling offbalance I rubbed my eyes and polished off my third beer. There's only so much change a person can take before it starts to wear on them, and I think I was reaching my threshold. Little did I know what I was in for by the night's end, however.
Our waitress walked by and I stopped her to ask for another drink, but instead she placed one down in front of me. I stared at her curiously. "I didn't order this" I told her.
"I know" she responded, " she did." I looked in the direction that she had pointed and saw one of the most beautiful women I'd ever had the pleasure of seeing. Her dark straight hair was cut at shoulder length and accented the downward slope of her chin. She was also decked out in black knee high boots, black jeans, a see-through top, and a black leather jacket. She caught me watching her and blew me a kiss.
Shocked I turned around and tried to get a hold of myself. I had a raging hard on for this woman, and I was trying desperately to think about something else. I desperately didn't want to screw things up with Shannon so soon.
Then I caught a glimpse of her and the redhead, dancing a little too close for comfort. I was brought back to reality by the feel of something cool in my hand and I looked down to see a key with a room number on it. I looked around and caught the raven-haired seductress walking towards the exit, flashing me a sly grin. I probably would have gone right then and there, except for one thing. I didn't know which hotel the key was for, and unfortunately I couldn't ask my conspirator. I held the key tightly and looked around for Shannon and her "friend", catching sight of them just as they sat down at our table.
It was obvious from the start that these two knew each other well, because they couldn't keep their hands off of one another. I'll admit I was feeling extremely jealous, but I had come to grip with the fact that Shannon was far more sexually in tune with herself than I could ever hope to be.
As Shannon and Red embraced in a liplock that had all heads in the place turning, Shannon pulled out a key and set it on the table. "Say, babe, Amy here was wondering if maybe the three of us could have our own little private party tonight. You interested? We were thinking of maybe heading over to the Marriott."