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Note: All characters are 18 or older. This story is a work of fiction, and any resemblance to real people or events is coincidence.

I had always had a thing for my girlfriend’s best friend. I know, cliché, right? But here’s the thing: when we all first met, I was initially attracted to Kira, not Jess. Kira was this cute little blonde, maybe 5’3″ and a petite build. Jess was taller, maybe 5’7″, and a curvier brunette. We met in high school, and Jess just didn’t stand out to me as much on that first impression. Kira ended up dating one of my buddies, and so Jess and I saw a lot of each other as the 3rd and 4th wheels at first. One thing lead to another and we started dating – and actually made a better couple, staying together after Kira and my friend broke up.

Jess and I had a bit of that long distance, “try to keep your high school sweet heart” thing going on through our first couple of years at college. On one of our rare opportunities to meet up, she came to my city one weekend. I met her down at the Greyhound station, then we took the subway and a city bus to get to my apartment. Obviously we were pretty excited to see each other, and this was the first time we’d had the chance to spend the night in the same bed. Although we’d had sex before, the fact that we didn’t have to sneak around made it feel different somehow – more serious, maybe. Either way, between the months apart and the new surroundings and everything, I was almost as jittery as our first few dates, and as we rode the subway together I got the feeling she was a little nervous too.

Once we got to my place, I carried her bag in and gave her the grand tour of my one-bedroom apartment: “here’s the kitchen, here’s the bathroom, hey, check out the view” you know the drill.

“This is a really nice place, James” Jess said, turning away from the balcony door. For the first time since she got off the bus, I really took her in: her hair was shorter than I remembered, not quite to her shoulders. She’d dyed it a rich, dark red that made her skin look a little paler, and made her hazel eyes look extra green. She was wearing the same old denim jacket (I’d always liked how it looked on her) over a plain white tank top. I couldn’t tell if it was a different kind of bra or just that I hadn’t seen her in a while, but her breasts seemed to stand out a little more than I remembered – she might have gone from a B to a C cup or something too. She had on a faded pair of jeans with a couple of “fashion” holes in them, and when she’d faced the other way I saw how great her bum looked in those pants. She was beautiful. It was all I could do not to pounce on her right then.

“Yeah, I’m glad I’m not stuck in residence or anything, you know me, I like izmir otele gelen escort to have my own space;” I kinda trailed off there and looked away – God, I was more awkward than our first date, what was wrong with me? “I’ve missed you though, it feels like it’s been a year, not just a couple months.” I took a step towards her.

“I’ve missed you too,” she said, closing the gap between us, “I, uh -” whatever was holding us back finally gave way, and we kissed. That small kiss just at the start, before the passion and instinct and need take over. I put one hand on her hip, inside of her jacket, and the other hand found its way to the back of her head, holding her close to me.

The smell of her was intoxicating – I was only half aware of what was happening. Her tongue darted into my mouth and then we were pretty well devouring each other. First her hands were around my back, and we were crushing ourselves together, as if the force of it could make up for the time we’d spent apart. Then she was shrugging her way out of her jacket, and I reached down to squeeze her ass – when I did she thrust her hips in closer to me, and the firmness in my pants started to get pleasantly uncomfortable. She reached for the bottom of my t-shirt and tore it up over my head, breaking our kiss.

“Damn,” she said as she leaned back slightly to admire my chest and stomach – I’d started to work out in the first few weeks of the semester, and there was a little more muscle than when she’d seen me last. She ran a hand down from my shoulder over my stomach, and being unused to her touch I shivered, then pulled her in close again. Both hands on her ass, I squeezed and nibbled at her ear. I kissed my way down her neck and across the tops of her breasts.

I knelt down and lifted her shirt slightly, kissing down the side of her stomach and across just above the waistline of her jeans. She let out a yelp when I got to that groove just inside her hip, and I popped open the button of her jeans. Before she realized it I stood back up and started kissing her again, bring my right hand down her stomach and inside her pants. Her fly unzipped from the pressure, and I started rubbing her clit over her panties, making her gasp again.

She leaned away from me just enough to pull her tank top off, and I covered her exposed cleavage with more kisses. She started to fumble at my belt buckle as with my left hand I reached up and undid the clasp of her bra. The bra was caught between us at first, I was pressed up close to her to keep a good angle on my right arm. Her panties were getting wet from my attention and she was breathing faster and faster. In frustration she left my belt half undone and tore away izmir rus escort her bra. With her perfect breasts revealed to me, I leaned down to suck at one of her small pink nipples. I wanted to grab them, but one hand was in her pants and the other was around her back, holding her up.

“More,” she panted at me, so I slid my hand back enough to reach inside her panties and slip a finger between her lips. She was so wet, there was hardly any resistance, and she moaned with pleasure into another kiss.

She held me for a few moments, lost in the new sensations I was bringing her, then she returned to my belt, at last managing to undo the buckle completely. My fly quickly followed suit, and my pent up erection sprang into the free space. Her hand wrapped around my shaft, and my knees buckled as she squeezed, and started stroking me through my boxers. I nearly came right then, but the surge of pleasure subsided as she let go.

“More,” she said again, looking at me with a coy smirk. I reluctantly pulled my hand from her, allowing her to slide her jeans and panties off in one motion. I stepped out of my jeans, which hand piled around my ankles, but before I could reach for my boxers she had knelt down in front of me and taken the waist band in both hands. She paused to look up at me before pulling my boxers down. Feeling free air around my cock was a welcome change, but it was short lived as Jess quickly took me into her mouth.

“Fuck!” I said – I couldn’t manage anything more eloquent right then. Her hands found the base of my dick and cupped my balls, and again I felt and orgasm start to build. Before I could come, I pulled my hips back, popping free of her lips. Her expression changed to mingled surprise and disappointment.

“You’ll make me cum like that, babe, and I’m not ready yet,” I said. I took her hand and pulled her up to standing as I kicked off my boxers.

“Come here,” I said, leading her into my bedroom. I pulled her arm forward and across me, and she took the hint to walk in front of me towards the bed. As she turned around to face me, I pushed her a little, not hard but enough that she lost her balance with a yelp and fell back on my bed. I dropped to my knees as she half-sat up, slightly annoyed and confused by my actions. I shuffled closer, pushing her knee aside and kissing my way from her knee up her inner thigh. I teased around her panty line and inside her leg with more kissed, blowing gently on her clit and her lips. Then I dove right in to lick her and suck at her clit – I was a little frantic about it but it was driving her wild. I put my finger back inside her and with my left hand I reached up for her breast. She crossed her legs behind me, and izmit escort put one hand behind my head, the other holding my hand to her chest. Her moans grew more insistent, and I moaned back into her clit.

“Oh, baby,” she said, “Oh, shit, baby, oh, right there! Oh, more, please baby!” I began to pick up speed, and snuck a second finger into her.

“Yes!, Oh, yes, that feels so good! Oh shit, baby, don’t stop, don’t stop! Oh, yeah, oh, YES baby!” She was right on the brink when I pulled back, and stood up. She moaned something incoherently, and collapsed back on the bed.

“Oh, why’d you stop? I was sooo close, baby, I -” I cut her off with a deep kiss as I climbed on top of her. My cock was throbbing with need, and as it brushed her leg it left a trail of precum. Jess moaned into my kiss as she understood my teasing, and reached for my cock, guiding it between her labia.

“More,” she half-whispered to me when I paused just outside of her. We looked into each other’s eyes as I thrust my hips down and buried myself inside her. God, it felt good. We both moaned, beyond words for the time being as I slowly started thrusting back and forth.

“Oh, baaaby,” she said contentedly as we found a slow rhythm, “mmmm, I missed this.” I started kissing her neck again, working my way down to one nipple, then across to the other. I came back up and started to pick up speed, just an inch or two between our faces. I leaned in closer, one arm behind her shoulder and the other down by her hip. Her legs crossed behind me again, holding me from drawing too far back. I was trying to restrain my own need, to give time for her orgasm to build back up. I stopped kissing her and buried my face into the hollow of her neck and shoulder, moaning into her to keep from crying out with the pleasure of being inside her.

“Mmmm, yeah, baby,” she said. “Just like that, go deep, uh, shit! baby” – when she said “deep” I thrust extra hard, burying my cock completely inside her.

“Yes, James! Oh, yes! God, you feel so good inside me!”

“Babe,” I panted, “you’re – mmm – I – I’m getting really close, babe!”

“Oooh, yeah, baby! Harder, harder! Oh, yes, James! Oh, yes, it’s ok, I want your cum! Cum for me James!” Dirty talk is a particular turn on for me, and I was starting to loose control. I was pumping in and out frantically, and I could feel my orgasm building, feel the pressure at the base of my dick.

“OH YES!” she half-screamed, so I guess she could feel it too.

“Oh, James, please! I’m getting so close, please, don’t stop! yeah -” right about there I finally lost all restraint, and we both could only moan in pleasure as her orgasm hit and as it quivered through her pussy my cock erupted. We kept thrusting at each other as I felt three or four more squirts leave me.

“Oh, shit, that was good,” I said as I collapsed, half-rolling to the side so that I didn’t crush her. “I love you, Jess.”

“I love you too, James” she said. I dozed off as we held each other in the bundle of rumpled sheets.

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