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Short Story Sunday 1/29/17 Friend Zone

He lay awake staring at her as she slept. She was so beautiful. They had been best friends for years and through all of her boyfriends, he had been there to pick up the pieces. He loved her and not in a best friend kind of way. He had always been too afraid to tell her, but now he just didn’t know. They always had sleepovers, but tonight was different.

He watched her breasts rise and fall as she breathed. Her skin glistened from the moonlight, shining through the window. It was a beautiful shade of brown. He wanted to grab her nipples, suck on them even, but he was too afraid of her reaction. he started to think about the day that he saw her completely naked for the first time.

It was about six years ago. She had gone through puberty so quickly. Her breasts were large and full. Her pussy was well groomed and the way her curves looked when she walked made his dick quiver. He didn’t know back then that what he was feeling was sexual attraction to his best friend. It could’ve even been romantic.

A while back they had started to sleep together naked. Never touching. She loved being naked and had no problem with it. Of course, he took any opportunity that came along for him to see her naked.

Her moaning interrupted his thoughts. She breathed heavily and he knew exactly what was happening. Before he could even think about it, he was already opening her legs and parting her pussy lips. He could smell her arousal. He licked her clit and it tasted so sweet. She kept moving and thrusting her hips against his lips. She grabbed his head and he knew she was awake. She moaned and screamed as her body convulsed. Her juices squirted into his mouth and he sucked them all up. When she stopped moving, he lifted his head to look at her.

She was still asleep. He knew this was his only chance. She had always been a hard sleeper and this was his chance to explore her body. He kissed his way up to her breasts. Her nipples were hard. He grabbed one and she gasped. She pushed him off and jolted to a sitting position.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” she yelled.

“I just thought that…”

“Thought that I would want you to touch me like that? Aren’t you gay?”

“No, I…I…”

She laughed and He was confused. When she stopped and stared at him, for the first time, he could not read what she was thinking. She gave him a sly smile and laid back down. She started to play with her nipples and fondle her clit. It got him so hard and aroused. He turned the bedside lamp on so he could see her. She was so beautiful. He wanted to make her come over and over. She deserved it.

After all the guys that treated her like shit, he wanted to be the one who was there for her for her every need. He moved her hand from her clit and got between her legs. He rested his hard dick against her clit and slid it back and forth, around and around. Her wet pussy made his temperature rise. He leaned down and grabbed her breast with his teeth. She let out a loud moan. He felt himself about to come and the way she moved under him, so was she. She screamed and he moaned.

He looked down at her and smiled. She called his name over and over and then he felt himself being shaken. Everything went black. He woke up and she was shaking him. Had it been a dream? Please tell me that wasn’t a dream, he thought. She looked down at him in concern.

“You were moaning and screaming,” she said, “I didn’t know what was happening.”

The whole time she was talking, he couldn’t take his eyes off her body. She looked at him with a confused look. He sat up and look at her.

“I want you. I’ve always wanted you. Through everything we’ve been through together, I’ve always wanted to be more than just your friend. Every time I see you naked, I want to touch, lick, kiss and hold you. I want to be the reason you have orgasms. I want to make you feel like you’re worth something.”

She stared at him in shock. He couldn’t believe he had just said that. He expected her to look at him in disgust and get up and leave. Instead she softly kissed his lips. It was so soft and sweet. She parted his lips with her tongue. He leaned her back onto the bed and ran his hands all over her body. He glided his index finger between her pussy slit and across her clit. She moaned against his lips.

He pressed firmly against it and made circles. She broke their kiss and screamed. He grabbed her breast and sucked hard. His middle finger slid inside, massaging her G-Spot, she moved against his hand. He wanted her to come so bad. Her pussy closed around his finger and she let out a loud scream of pleasure. She rolled on top of him and pressed her pussy, still dripping wet with her juices, against his own arousal. She kissed him hard and her nipples hard against his chest made his dick pulsate.

He guided her hips and moved her onto his dick. She threw her head back, pushing her breasts into his face. She came hard and he followed. He was so happy that this was finally happening. She kissed his mouth, neck, chest, stomach and then his inner thighs. His legs shook as she moved her lips to his full balls. She swirled her tongue around and he ran his hands through her kinky hair.

She grabbed his balls and took his entire girth into her throat. At that moment, he knew he was in love with her. He didn’t want to come like this so he moved her off of him and rolled off the bed. He smiled at her and she quickly laid down. He shook his head.

“On you’re knees and bring your ass to the edge of the bed, facing me,” he said.

She moved quickly. He entered her and felt her tense up and then relax. He moved in and out, slowly at first and then increased the speed. Her screaming made him go faster and that made the sensation more intense.

“Fuck me!” she yelled.

He gripped her hips and moved as fast as he could. His balls slapping against her pussy made this even more worth it. He pulled on her breasts as he moved back and forth. He couldn’t take it anymore and lost all sense of everything as he came. He barely heard her screams over his groans. He pulled out and their pleasure was all over his dick, running down his balls. She turned around and licked it all off. He tensed as his dick was still sensitive.

“Lay on your back,” he told her.

He was going to make love to her now. Yeah, fucking was okay but she was special to him. He always thought of her as more than a best friend. He climbed between her legs and entered inside her, dick still pulsating. They kissed and groped each other. He spread her thighs and squeezed her round plump ass. He moved in and out of her slowly. She moaned softly.

“I love you,” he whispered.

She looked him in the eyes and tears rolled out. He was almost afraid that he had just ruined their friendship, even a possible relationship.

“I love you, too, but only as a friend,” she sobbed.

He kissed her tears and continued to make love to her, burying his now tear dripping face in her hair. His heart was breaking, but he couldn’t stop making love to her. He had hoped that there was even the slightest chance that she could ever love him. They both came and he got off of her. They laid there in silence. He could feel her looking at him, but kept his eyes on the ceiling.

“I’ve always known that you loved me, but I just don’t see you that way,” she said.

“Then why did you have sex with me?”

“Because I knew you wanted to and I did too. I wanted to touch you and be touched by you. I know how much you care for me, but I’m just not romantically into you.”

He kept staring at the ceiling. After awhile, he could hear her breathe softly. He looked over and she was sleeping peacefully, still so beautiful after being thoroughly fucked and made love to. He turned off the light on the night stand and wrapped his arms around her. He still loved her and still had hope that one day, she would love him too.

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Short Story Sunday 1/15/2017 (Her Hustle Shorts)

Darnell: Sunday Night Chronicles

Darnell watched Darnisha as she walked out of the bathroom, stunned. He knew his boy had given her the time of her life. Hell, he paid him a shit ton of money to do it. Payback is a bitch when you fuck with me, he thought. He loved this woman, but he knew they could never be together, given their past.

He followed her as she left the club. He watched as she walked down the street, alone. She and Darnell had been through so much. Getting caught by his ex-wife busting inside Darnisha was probably the best thing to ever happen to him. As a well-known lawyer? It kind of tainted his profile but it was still worth it. To find out his kids weren’t even his, he owed it to Darnisha.

He must’ve been in deep thought because before he knew it, she was getting in a cab. Should I follow? he wondered. Would I look like a stalker? Man, fuck it. He hailed a cab and told the man to tail them. It was only 10 minutes before they stopped in front of the W Hotel. He paid the cab and followed her inside.

This man walked up to her and she must’ve known him because they hugged and kissed on the cheek. Darnell had never seen him before or heard her mention him. Then again, they weren’t close like they used to be. He followed them to the elevator and squeezed to the back, unnoticed. He pulled his hood down over his face.

After a few floors, she pushed a button and the elevator stopped. What the hell? She got on her knees and began sucking this man’s dick. Darnell’s dick stirred at the thought of her mouth on his, reminiscing on how it felt.

He watched as she got sloppy with it, spitting on it, slurping, deep-throating the man. Darnell felt the anger rising inside him. Since when did she have no morals and perform oral in front of a stranger, even though it was him?

Darnisha pulled the man’s pants down to grip his ass and pull him deeper down her throat. The man let out a loud, deep throated moan, putting his hands on the wall to brace himself. Darnell turned towards the wall and kept his head down, but kept an eye on them. He had never seen her in action on another person other than himself. It was like watching porn that he could never afford.

She pulled him out her mouth and let him spray against the wall. She stood up, lifted her skirt, pulled out a condom from her breast, slid it on the man and pushed him against the wall opposite of Darnell, so now they were facing each other. She turned her back to the man and looked Darnell dead in his eyes as she pushed her ass on the man’s still erect dick.

She knew all along that he was in the elevator and this was payback. She moved back and forth as the man gripped her ass, looking down as it hid his dick. Her facial expressions showing the intense pleasure of this man filling her. She wanted Darnell to watch as she pleased another man as well as pleased herself.

He stared at her for a few minutes. His whole body was on fire with rage. But then he thought, two can play that game. He quickly pulled his sweatpants down to expose his long, black, thick, hard cock and shoved it in her mouth before she had a chance to move or speak. He grabbed the back of her head as she grabbed his hips.

“What the fuck is this?” the man said, pushing her off of him.

“You were just in an innocent bystander in a game of tit for tat,” Darnell said, between grunts.

He pulled his pants up as Darnell kept his dick in and out of her mouth. He didn’t expect her to be enjoying it as much. He wanted her to be mad or at least annoyed that he ruined her plan. The other man pushed the button and it went up to the penthouse. He stayed in as Darnell threw Darnisha over his shoulder, dick still exposed and walked out. He set her down.

“Where’s the room key?” he asked.

“There was never a key,” she smirked.

He backed her up to the window and kissed her gently. He never stopped loving her, since they were kids. Even though he married her best friend, they still fucked around. His heart ached for her, but she just would not give in.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back. She loved him, but she would never tell him that. He lifted her legs up wrapped them around his waist as he gently penetrated her soaking wet pussy. He felt her gasp on his lips and her body relax against him as he made love to her. He kissed her neck and felt the vibrations of her moans.

Placing his hands on the window, he pushed deeper. He knew how she liked it and how to get her off. But he didn’t want it to end. The adrenaline rush of anyone walking by at any moment took over. He knew that they were being watched on camera, but he didn’t care – he needed this.

He stared into her eyes as he thrust a little faster. That is when he saw it. The same look in her eyes the day he married her best friend. Pain. He knew that she never came back from that. He felt the tears swelling up in his eyes. He couldn’t bare to look at her anymore. He lifted her up, legs on his shoulders. He kissed the insides of her thighs, her moans louder now. All he could think about was what a piece of shit he was.

All the women he slept with during his marriage, with and without protection, playing with his life. He couldn’t have kids so that wasn’t an issue, but that fact was he could of easily ended his life with any one of the numerous women.

He buried his face in her sex and let the juices drip down his chin. Then it hit him, this was her third time having sex in one evening. He was going to make this count. He sucked and licked and followed the movements of her body. Her hips told him how to move and her bulging clit told him she was almost there. He moaned and she felt the vibrations against her clit, down her legs and to her toes. Hands against the window, she let out a scream as she came, squirting in his face. He lapped up all of her pleasure as his own came spewing out, running down his balls.

She was the only woman that could ever make him nut without out any kind of penetration. He slowly lowered her and they came face to face. She licked herself off of his face.

“You’re a son of a bitch, you know that?” she said, pulling her skirt down and then walking off, leaving him there, dick hanging, her cum on his face and an aching heart.

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Short Story Sunday 1/1/2017, New Year’s Eve

She knew as soon as her phone rang who it was and what he wanted. He always knew the right time to call, which was also the wrong time to call. She always gave in. She agreed to let him come over, though she really didn’t want him to. She wanted to make a new start, a fresh start. But when the flesh was calling, she answered immediately.

It was New Year’s Eve and she was alone anyway, so might as well have some company, even if it wasn’t the company she wanted. He sent her a text letting her know he was close. She rolled her eyes and turned her phone over. Why did she always say yes when he called? It wasn’t like she liked him. It was just physical. She saw no future with him and she was never satisfied. Yeah, he was hung like a horse, but lord knows he didn’t know what to do with it. She sulked some more just thinking about it.

Her phone rang and it was the gate calling. He was there. She buzzed him in and stared at the ceiling. She had plenty of time to tell him to go back home. She heard a knock on the door and dragged her feet to answer it. She took a deep breath and opened the door. She stared in horror and complete shock…

As you can probably guess, I wasn’t who she was expecting. Much worse, that meant he was still on his way and would be there soon. She was in a panic. Her phone dinged and it was him saying he was 10 minutes away, he had to stop and get gas. She looked back at the man in front of her as he smiled and asked of she was going to let him in. She slowly backed up in a daze. She closed the door and slowly turned around back at him. Why was he here?

Don’t get me wrong, she wasn’t mad that this man was here. They had been talking for a while and she had been crushing on him for months. She was just surprised that of all days for him to pop up, it was today. He told here that he couldn’t bare to go another day without finally seeing her and how much he wanted her body, to feed him. Her breath caught in her throat. What the hell? Was he serious? To answer her unasked question, he closed the gap between them and kissed her passionately, working his hands up her shirt. Of course she had no bra on because she was expecting someone else, and her shorts, nonexistent…

he picked her up and headed to the bedroom, laying her down on the bed. She stared up at him as he took his shirt off. He got on his knees, head in between her legs. Shit!, she thought. It had been a minute since a man ate her box. She grabbed the sheets before he even slid his tongue between her slick slit. He body relaxed as he went to work; circles, up and down, side to side, in the one spot that always made her cave in minutes. This was not happening, this had to be a dream…

She came twice and he flipped her over on her stomach, sliding his erect manhood inside here. When the hell did he undo his pants?, she wondered but that quickly went away when he grabbed her breasts in each hand, squeezing her hard nipples. She felt that lava about to erupt again as another wave of sensations took over her body. He turned her over and maneuvered his way on top of her, his entrance again without warning. She grabbed his neck, bringing his lips to hers, digging her nails in his back with her other hand. She met his rhythm with her hips to bring him deeper, hitting the right spots. She was about to come when…

There was a knock at the door. They both stopped and looked. The knock came again. He looked at her and asked was she going to answer it, but she couldn’t hear him over the knocks as they got louder and louder. She jumped in the bed. Looking around, she saw no signs of anyone. She looked in the closets, bathroom and living room. She heard the knock again. She looked at the front door. She ran to it smiling until she opened it. Her smile quickly faded.