1. Time Off


    Date: 11/13/2014, Categories: Fiction, Bondage and restriction, Consensual Sex, Job/Place-of-work, Male/Female, Oral Sex, Author: wantsomefun, Rating: 86.2, Source: sexstories.com

    long time since I've had a real penis in there. It feels great.” “Good.” “Yeah.” She moved tentatively at first, working him around inside with each shallow stroke to stretch herself so he fit more comfortably, moving faster and deeper as their need rose. “Look at us.” She pointed to her moisture on his shaft, slick and foamy. Even with the door open, the windows fogged with their frenzy. He emptied himself with a muffled roar, then resumed his upward thrusts until she gave her primal cry. When he slipped out of her, spent, she dismounted. He made room on the seat next to him. She shared the rest of the paper napkins, and they cleaned up in awkward silence. Finally she had to speak. “Are you okay?” “Me?” “Yes, you. Are you okay now?” He studied her face. “You mean since I came twice? What was all this? Some kind of sympathy fuck?” Hurt anger flashed in her eyes. “Benjamin Edward Connors, there are times I could kick you in the balls. Would you feel better if I told you that's what it was?” “No.” “I'll admit the picnic idea was a sympathy move, but the rest wasn't planned.” She located their underwear. “See? I didn't wear cute panties.” “Didn't notice.” “No, you pulled them off too fast. Look, this won't change things between us, will it, Ben?” “I'll never be able to see you naked again without getting a boner, but now that you're covered, I think I can say no, it doesn't really change much.” She watched him pull his boxers up. “I hope not. We didn't come this far with our ...
    friendship to screw it up now.” They finished dressing and got in the front seats for the quiet drive back to the city. When she parked her car, she asked, “Are you coming in?” “Should I?” “Would you be asking that question if we hadn't fucked?” He chuckled. “Probably not.” They put the picnic things away, and Ben took her trash to the curb. She was pouring coffee when he came inside. Over her shoulder she said, “We should talk.” “Probably.” She turned to face him, leaned against the counter and folded her arms. “Okay. You're my closest friend. Always have been. I thought you were cute the day I met you, and a little part of me always fantasized about you. Don't pretend you didn't know.” “Of course I knew. Why do you think I hated the guys you went out with? I was jealous. I knew they might experience something with you we promised ourselves we'd never have.” “Now that we did, Ben, I'm perfectly okay with it. It can be something we did once to satisfy our curiosity, or we can do it again. What we won't do is fall in love.” “No, that would be stupid.” “You saw me go off with boyfriends, and I hated it when you started with a new girl. We knew how it would work out. We were there for each other when it was over, but I'm not sure a romance between the two of us is a good idea.” “Probably not,” he agreed. “So, now what?” “Alicia, I'm not going to pretend it didn't happen. I'd like it to happen again. But I think we're better off keeping this in little slices of 'now'. If we're not ...
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