Childhood Friends: Part 1
Best friends unexpectedly find they want to share more.
By neruval442. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.
Beth and I have known each other literally forever. We met at preschool, and I can truthfully say I have no earlier memory than her smiling face asking my name as we stood on the school playground waiting to go into our first lesson. We were inseparable through that school and into the primary school, somehow always ending up in the same class, sitting on the same table for reading and drawing when we could. The fact that she was a girl and I was a boy generated mild comment, but the consensus was that these days it was all to the good that kids, especially so young, didn't seem to discriminate when choosing friends.
When we went up to secondary school, it wasn't even a question whether we'd do homework together every night, and our parents just shrugged their shoulders and agreed who'd cook on what day, Beth's eyes lighting up when my mum produced her favorite spaghetti sauce.
We talked about everything, TV, our other friends, music we liked, school work. Sometimes our families went on holiday together, the usual places, Spain, Italy, but when our trips were separate, the first thing we did when we got back was breathlessly bring each other up to date with what we'd done, seen.
Of course we'd gone through the "I'll show you mine, if you'll show me yours" phase, playing doctors and nurses, but somehow it had never translated into any more experimentation, and Beth and I never really touched, except for the frequent hugs of celebration, comfort, commiseration, depending on what life brought us. Beth confided in me when her periods started, school sex education lessons had made sure we knew how things basically worked, and I could tell that her body was changing, breasts and hips more noticeable, but she was always my best friend above all else, and somehow it never occurred to me to think of her in any other way.
Of course we had to think about what would happen after college exams, but the problem solved itself, a town with two universities, one that had a good reputation for Beth's chosen subject, the other that offered a top-notch course for mine. We'd celebrated our eighteenth birthday parties, I'd cried unashamedly, brushing away the tears running down my cheeks, at the heartfelt speech Beth made at mine. I tried to reciprocate at her party, then sobbed my heart out again when she chose Westlife's 'Safe' for us to dance to at the end of the night.
What people thought of us by then didn't really trouble us, from overheard comments, those who didn't really know us assumed we were boyfriend and girlfriend, 'obviously' sleeping together, but by then our friendship was so well-known that it wasn't even a matter of jealousy. Perhaps envy; but we tried, Beth especially, to be gracious, generous to everyone, so only the most petty minds could find anything to complain at.
Of course we'd talked about sex, after those embarrassing classes at school, I'd admitted to Beth that I masturbated, and with pink cheeks she'd confessed the same. We even went as far as to look at a porn site on my laptop, and Beth raised her eyebrows, pretending to fan her face at the scene playing out on the monitor. "But it's all staged, right?" she shrugged. "It's bound to be more clumsy and messy for real." The conversation moved on to something else, and the topic didn't come up again for a while.
The months rolled round to August, lazy days after exams, too soon to make serious plans for university, and Beth and I were sitting at the square table in her bedroom as usual it was the same table where we always did homework and projects, and the blog we started more than 10 years ago. Beth was sketching something on her art pad, and I was picking photos from our last trip to put on our blog. But something was niggling at me, something I couldn't quite put my finger on. I glanced across at Beth, and her pencil stopped moving. "Tim?"
"Uh, yes?"
She closed the pad, put it on her desk. "Can we talk?"
I blinked. "Since when did you ever have to ask me that?" I shifted my chair closer. "Something bothering you?"
She nodded. "I'm thinking about freshers' week."
I gave her a puzzled look. "Oh, the orientation events with cheap beer for kids away from home for the first time, going a little crazy, college clubs touting for members. What's the problem?"
Beth twirled the pencil distractedly in her fingers. "Well, I'm thinking, there'll be a lot of boys there, perhaps I'll get chatting to one, maybe he gets a crush on me, I ask him out for coffee,”
"I get the picture," I nodded. Something unexpected stirred in my emotions, but I pushed it down. "You know guys will say anything to get into a girl's panties, right?"
Beth smiled wryly. "I know. But let's say I think he's genuine, I can trust him, at least for a night, anyway."
"So, then you take care," I reminded.
She nodded. "I take my pills, and Mom's already given me a box of condoms, bless her."
"But,” I prompted. "You said you wanted to talk, right?"
Beth looked up, a pink tinge suffusing her cheeks. "Tim, if I had a close girlfriend, I mean a friend who was a girl, half as close as you, I'd talk to her about this. But I really don't. I want to talk about, well, what I might like, when it comes to it."
I gave her the most reassuring smile I could manage. "I can handle that. And there's a definite upside, I can give you the male perspective on the whole thing."
She glanced at me sideways. "Okay."
"So where do you want to start?"
"Well," mused Beth, her eyes taking on the faraway look that I knew meant she was creating a scene in her imagination. "Let's assume we've done the kissing part, and somehow, how does this even work?, he's asked me if, and I've told him Yes. I think I'd like him to be the one undressing me."
She chuckled. "Of course I'd make sure I had decent panties on, and a bra that hadn't gone grey in the wash."
"So he'd be fumbling with buttons, and those fiddly clips," I teased. “ Yes, you’d like undies that are more than just the functional type.”
"A little bit of clumsiness would be reassuring," Beth shrugged. "I wouldn't want to think he'd had too much practice."
"Would he take everything off at once?" I wondered.
"Well, maybe everything except my panties, he ought to wait till last for those."
I couldn't help the image that was forming in my mind, I had a fair idea what Beth looked like without her clothes, we were quite casual around one another when we were changing. "As a man, I'm pretty sure he'd be entirely distracted by your awesome breasts."
She grinned. "Fine by me, I'm rather hoping he'll pay them some serious attention."
"Tell me how." I ventured, enjoying this new sexual tension we were both feeling.
Beth breathed in. "Well, he could touch them, stroke them,” unconsciously her hands demonstrated her meaning, though without touching herself, "and maybe just ever so gently pinch my nipples with his fingers."
She shivered with anticipated pleasure. "But what I'd really want him to do is to put his mouth on them, I can almost feel what it'd be like for my nipples to be surrounded by warmth, wetness, and then to be suckled softly,”
"Wow," I breathed. "And then?"
"That would really get me turned on. I'm so, I mean, I'd be so wet, and I'd want him to slide his hand up between my thighs until he was touching my panties. He could, oh, god, press against me with his fingers while his mouth was still busy on my breasts."
Her face was definitely flushed now, but she kept her eyes fixed on my face. "It wouldn't be long before I'd whisper,” she paused, then leaned forward to my ear “ 'You can take them off'. So he'd hook his fingers through the elastic, and I'd lift my hips for a moment while he slid my panties down, then past my feet."
I had to adjust my trousers. "Are you ready for him to go inside you?" I breathed, starting to lose myself in Beth's fantasy.
She looked down shyly, shaking her head. "What I really want, I'd do anything, anything if he'd go down there, his tongue, really taking his time,”
"Anything?" I raised one eyebrow.
Beth nodded. "Once he'd made me a soaking mess, he could do anything to me he wanted."
I chuckled. "Most men would probably want you to use your mouth on them in turn."
Beth nodded. "As long as he was clean,”
She paused, frowning slightly. "Not everybody's like you, I mean, what's it called?"
"Circumcised," I supplied, and she nodded. "I think I'd prefer that. So yes, if he wanted me to I'd kneel and put my lips round him, even let him fuck my mouth."
I blinked at her choice of words, Beth absolutely never used vulgar language, but she was obviously carried away with her fantasy, deliberately choosing a provocative phrase for what she was describing.
She shifted in her chair. "After a while I'd pull my knees up, open fully to him, and he'd move his body between my thighs, maybe I'd need to use my fingers to guide him into the right place."
I raised my eyebrows. "What about that condom?"
"Wups," Beth caught her lower lip between her teeth. "Thanks for reminding me. So I get one from my bedside drawer, tear open the foil, and roll it onto him with my fingers. Then what I just said, and he pushes slowly into me."
Her expression turned slightly apprehensive. "I guess it might hurt, the first time. But I'm sure he'd be careful."
Beth was being very courageous, telling me her intimate sexual fantasy. There had to be a reason for this?
Her face resumed its faraway expression. "Then he'd be moving in me, and I'd flex my hips just a little to help him."
I smiled wryly. "After what you did to him, I can't imagine he's going to last very long."
Beth tilted her head. "I suppose not. But remember, it's his reward for giving me what I needed, So I'd be watching his face, and I'd be able to tell when he was nearly there, and I'd let him know it was okay, 'yes, come for me, don't hold back, ' Then he'd cry out, I hope not too loud, and I'd feel him stiffen inside me, then he'd thrust hard, once, again,”
She frowned again. "I suppose with the condom I wouldn't really feel his stuff."
"Much safer that way, though," I reminded her.
"True. So then I guess he'd start to soften, so he'd have to come out of me, make sure the condom didn't slip."
She grinned. "I suppose he'd tie it, or wrap it in hankies or something, throw it in my bin. Maybe I'd take it out later so no one else would know."
"They'd know if they changed the sheets," I pointed out, and Beth looked startled, then nodded. "Oops, of course."
"So when he's finished, what would your lover do then?" I queried.
Beth looked thoughtful. "Well, I suppose I'd hoped for a cuddle."
I nodded. "Would you want him to stay the night?"
She looked puzzled. "I'm not sure. This is where I can't really imagine it, would I want us to wake up together, what would we even say? Or would I want to be alone, and deal with how I felt about him, the next time I saw him?"
I reached to put my hand on hers. "Well, if it helps, maybe in some alternate reality, you and I didn't meet til college, and the guy you meet at freshers' fair is me, I would definitely want to wake up next to you."
I wasn't prepared for her reaction, her fingers tightening almost painfully on mine, her face crumpling as though on the verge of tears. "That is the sweetest thing you've ever said to me."
She took a deep breath. "Tim, what if, what if that reality could be this one?"
My entire world seemed to turn upside down in an instant, every image of the life she and I had shared since that first playground meeting, flashing through my mind. "Beth?"
Her gaze was locked on my face, something incomprehensibly wild, yet soft in her eyes. She drew me closer, and our lips touched, clumsy but somehow, just right. The kiss deepened, and Beth closed her eyes, lost in the sensation.
After a few moments she moved back; "Tim, I want this, and I promise,” she put her hand on her heart, "that it will not change what we already have."
I nodded, blinking back tears of my own. "But what about,”
I glanced at the open door of her bedroom. "Your parents are just downstairs."
The confident glint which I loved so much returned to her eyes. "Easy, watch."
She stepped into the hall & onto the landing. "Mom?"
Her mother appeared from the living room. "Yes, dear?"
"Tim and I have to record something for our video blog, we need to close the door for a while."
"Okay, darling, we won't disturb you."
Beth came back into the room, closing the door firmly and leaning with her back to it. "See, problem solved."
She held out her arms, and I came into them, pressing her against the door. "Um," she murmured. "Kind of nice to feel trapped."
I covered her mouth with mine, gently but insistently pressing my tongue between her lips, and she gasped, her breath catching in her throat. The wild look returned to her eyes, and she put one hand behind my neck, surprising me with the force of her response. After a few moments she broke away, her lips trembling. "So I think we can say we've done the kissing part," she breathed, echoing her words from a few minutes earlier.
"And I think what you said before counts as a Yes," I followed suit.
She nodded solemnly. "So,”
She was wearing a t-shirt, so no buttons to fumble with, and I tugged it free from her jeans. She raised her arms above her head, letting me lift the t-shirt off, drop it over the back of the chair. Underneath, her underwire bra was soft, shiny peach, skin showing tantalizingly through the lace, and I bent to place a kiss on her protruding covered nipples, feeling them hardening & raising under my lips. I slid a hand behind her back seeking the fastening of her bra, and felt a moment of satisfaction as my fingers released the 3 hooks on the first attempt. "I could almost suspect you of having practiced," Beth's voice was teasing.
She slipped the now-loose straps from her shoulders, letting the cups fall into her palms, then draped the bra on top of her t-shirt. "As distracting as you expected?"
I nodded wordlessly, my first clear sight of her bare natural breasts overwhelming. "God, Beth, you're beautiful."
"Thank you," she smiled shyly. "You are permitted to touch, you know."
I reached out a tentative hand, caressing the curve of one breast. "So soft, plump, and begging me to enjoy them.”
I leaned down again, teasing her by circling one nipple then the other with soft touches of my lips, and she made a quiet sound of impatience, using her fingers to move her breast so that the large raised nipple was placed between my lips. I relented, and suckled softly, thrilling at the moan I drew from her. I moved to the other breast, and Beth gasped, fingers pushing at the waist of her jeans. I knelt to undo buttons, the zipper, then helped her slide them down. She stepped out of them, standing with her arms by her sides, one knee bent a little. She glanced down at her nipples again, and I chuckled softly. "Would you like more?”
I suckled her again, placing my hand flat on her stomach then moving it down gradually until I met the top of her panties. I teased her by dipping fingertips inside the elastic to touch the soft fur I found there, then withdrawing again and cupping her pubic mound through the cotton.
I slid my fingers downwards, surprised at how damp she was. Beth's expression was sheepish as I looked at her with one eyebrow raised. "I, I was wet the moment we started talking," she confessed with a glint of mischief in her eyes.
I pressed my fingers against her a little more firmly, and she moaned. "Oh god, Tim, just take them off."
I slid her panties down, and she stepped out of them, then she glanced towards the bed. "Can I,”
I nodded, and she lay down, hands behind her head. She parted her thighs, opening to me like a flower, and I felt a sensation almost of awe as I knelt at the foot of the bed.
She didn't have to tell me what she wanted, and I leaned forward until my lips were brushing her soft fur. I breathed in the musky scent of her, hardly daring to believe I was in such an intimate position with this beautiful, sexy young woman.
I glanced up, seeing her watching me as I began to explore with the tip of my tongue. Beth tasted like nothing else, musky like her scent but with a hint of honey. She made a satisfied sound as my tongue slid over the soft folds of her entrance, then gasped as I brushed the tiny hardness I found. "Um, oh yes, there."
I watched as her hands sought out her own breasts, touching her nipples still damp and erect from my mouth on them. I used my tongue a little more insistently, then slid a fingertip inside her until I met the expected barrier. Beth moaned, flexing her hips against me, and I saw the muscles under the smooth skin of her stomach start to tense. I slowed down a little, knowing that she would want to prolong this part of our shared pleasure, and I heard the smile in her voice. "Oh, that's perfect,”
Her voice was dreamy as she spoke again. "I can't wait until you're inside me, it'll feel so good, and your body pressed on mine, holding me down, like when you pushed me against the door but so much better, and your mouth on my breasts again, but when you're nearly there, you let me watch your face,”
She pushed her breasts together, then gasped as she rolled her nipples between her fingertips. "And then you'll move in me faster, harder, and I'll feel myself getting closer too,”
Beth's voice petered out, her hips pushing against me more urgently, and I judged that she was ready for me to take her past the point of no return. My hands slid under her ass cheeks as my tongue tip flickered on her most sensitive place, and again I saw her muscles begin to tense, her hips lifting slightly. She started to moan softly, and I fervently hoped that the sound of the television downstairs would mask the sound of Beth's increasing pleasure. Then a sudden gasp, and Beth put a hand over her mouth to muffle her cry of ecstasy as she tipped over the edge, her hips bucking against me, thighs tightening almost painfully around me. I felt a spurt of warmth against my lips, then another, running down my chin, and I strained to keep my tongue rubbing firmly against her until she suddenly broke, panting, her hand sliding down her stomach to press fingers against her opening. "Oh."
I moved up to lie alongside her, folding her in my arms, her face buried in my chest. Finally she looked up, still flushed, breathing heavily. "Oh, my goodness, Tim,”
I chuckled softly. "Think we did Okay there."
She took a deep breath and nodded. "What did I say I wanted? To be a soaking mess, I think you could say you managed that."
She propped herself up on one elbow. "You still have way too many clothes on, you know."
I stood, hastily shedding my clothes, and Beth reached out to touch me with curious fingers. "So that's what it's like when it's hard,”
“I’ve been dying to get out of these trousers since you began describing your freshers’ fantasy.” I confided. “Boners get painful, when restricted, you know”
She looked up at me. "Ready for me to return the favor?"
I wrestled with the thought. "Beth? I know it's what we imagined, And what guy wouldn’t want the favors you described. But for us, this time, can we take a rain check?”
Beth nodded. "I think I understand."
She grinned, lying back, hands behind her head again. "So you want to go straight to?"
I looked around the room. "Ah, where have you stashed those condoms?"
Beth reached for me, drawing me closer. "Tim, I have taken my pills all summer, and there's no-one in the world who I know is safer for me than you are."
I felt an unexpected thrill run through me. "So you're Okay if?"
Beth nodded. "Now,”
She drew her knees up, her eyes fixed on mine as I slid between her parted thighs. "Need a little help?" she murmured, her fingers careful as she positioned my tip against her so-wet entrance.
Even now when we seemed to have passed the point of no return, I held back for a moment, waiting for the almost imperceptible nod, the lift of her hips, that invited me to continue. She caught her lower lip between her teeth as I pressed a little further in, and I saw a brief flicker of pain cross her face, then her expression cleared and she relaxed, releasing the breath she'd been holding. "I'm Okay."
I dared to flex my hips forward again, and Beth closed her eyes, a blissful expression on her face as I reached my full depth in her. "Remember, this is for you, don't hold back," she whispered.
I took her at her word, starting to move in her, already feeling the beginnings of the irresistible urge that I knew would culminate in my release. But this was different, not a solitary exercise, but utterly intimate, with someone who I could sense was enjoying our closeness as much as I was.
I moved more urgently in her, her breasts swaying a little at each thrust, and I remembered her fantasy, bending to catch a nipple between my lips, suckle gently for a few moments, then move to the other breast. She moaned, and I felt a renewed warmth and wetness around me. "Oh god, that feels good," she breathed.
I lifted my head again so that she could see my face, and she watched my expression raptly as I tipped over the edge, unable to hold myself back from thrusting hard into her once, then again. Her mouth formed an O of surprised delight as I released into her, warmth filling her deepest places,
Finally I subsided, my chest heaving, and as I pillowed my head on her breasts she stroked my hair tenderly. "Wow,”
My heart rate slowed, and I lifted my head to look into Beth's face. "Thank you, I can't describe how incredible, how delightful, how addictive that was."
She nodded. "For me, too."
I felt myself slip out of her, and she teased me with a momentary expression of disappointment. "I didn't want to lose you so soon."
I gave her a reassuring smile. "Beth, you'll never really lose me."
I glanced at the clock on the bedside table. "Gosh, is that how late it's got? I'd better,”
She put a finger on my lips to silence me. "I meant what we said, I want to wake up next to you."
I kissed her fingertips. "But how?"
Beth chuckled. "Watch again."
She stood up, quickly pulling on the long t-shirt she usually wore to bed, and opened the door. "Mom?"
"Yes, dear?"
"I'm really sorry it's so late, we lost track of time. Tim's going to crash on my floor tonight, I'll find him some blankets and stuff."
There was a pause from down the stairs, then a slightly puzzled reply. "Okay, darling, that's fine."
Beth rummaged through a drawer, finding a pair of pajama trousers and holding them out to me. "Put these on, you don't mind cute bunnies, do you."
I threw her a quizzical look, and she nodded towards the landing. "I need to use the bathroom, and I guess you do, too."
She made an exaggerated pantomime while tiptoeing across the top landing of the stairs, grinning over her shoulder at me, and we closed the bathroom door behind us. Beth sat on the toilet seat, catching her t-shirt up with one hand, and I couldn't help watching, fascinated as her stream splashed into the water.
She wiped herself with a neat square of toilet paper, then got to her feet, standing aside. "Your turn."
I lifted the seat and rather self-consciously managed to pee, then put the seat and the lid down, getting an approving grin. "You passed that test, anyway."
Beth cleaned her teeth, then passed me the toothbrush. "Given everything else tonight, sharing this shouldn't be an issue," she chuckled.
I leaned over to kiss her, tasting mint, then used the toothbrush. "All done?"
"Sure."
We went back to the bedroom, and I glanced at Beth. "What about those blankets?"
She rolled her eyes. "Are you kidding? That was just for Mom."
She pulled back the covers. "In you get, ah, wups."
In the center of the bed was a distinct damp patch, with just a faint hint of pink in the middle. "Ah well," Beth shrugged. "I'll just put it through the wash after Mom's gone out shopping, in the morning."
She pulled her t-shirt off over her head, and suppressed a giggle as she looked at my pajama trousers. "You won't be needing those anymore."
I took them off, and got into bed, pretending to grimace at the wet patch. Beth slipped in beside me, turning her back and snuggling closer so we were spooned together. I wrapped my arms around her, burying my face in her fragrant hair then kissing the back of her neck. "I can't think of a more perfect day,”
She murmured, and I heard her breathing gradually slow, feeling her steady heartbeat under my fingers. I drifted off to sleep myself, my last thought one of gratitude for such an amazing, unexpected change to our relationship.
We must both have moved while we slept, and when I opened my eyes Beth was lying beside me, her hair spread out over the pillow. She turned her head to look at me, smiling softly. "Hi."
"Hi," I returned, enjoying the feeling of utter relaxation and contentment.
"I heard Mom go out, so we can do whatever we like," Beth continued. She turned to prop herself on one elbow, letting the duvet slip down to reveal her breasts.
"You hungry?" I queried.
Beth chuckled. "I know you, you mean you're hungry."
She swung her legs out of bed, and I couldn't tear my eyes from her as she moved around the bedroom, picking up our scattered clothes from the previous night and draping them over a chair in some concession to order. "Come on then, let's see what we can find."
I followed her downstairs to the kitchen, and Beth nodded towards the kettle. "How about you make us coffee, and I'll get the frying pan out."
Shortly the kitchen was filled with the aroma of bacon, and I sipped at my mug while I watched Beth cracking eggs into the pan. "Were we planning to do anything in particular today?" I queried.
She grinned, turning to look at me with the spatula still in her hand. "What I'd like to do is change the bed, have a shower, and get right back into bed with you."
I raised my eyebrows, but Beth had always been direct if she wanted something. "You'll not hear any complaints from me."
She slid a heaped plate in front of me. "I should think not," she smiled. "As long as you don't mind doing the washing up."
"No problem."
We made short work of breakfast, then I watched while Beth deftly stripped the bed and bundled the sheets into the washing machine. She tucked a fresh sheet in, smoothing it at the corners, and nodded. "Right, shower time."
She threw me a teasing look. "Wash my back for me?"
We stepped into the shower cubicle, and Beth set the water running, closing her eyes as it cascaded over her face, down her body. "Um, feels good."
I picked up the shower gel, squeezing it generously into my palm then starting to soap Beth's back. I let my fingers drift down, caressing her ass, a fingertip daring to dip into the cleft, and she turned, smiling. "I like, how about you do my front, too?"
The feel of my palms slippery on her breasts, her nipples starting to harden, was heavenly, and she tilted her head back. "Um,"
She put her hands on mine. "Any more, and I would definitely be begging you to be in me, pushing my breasts against the glass, Come on, let's rinse off and get back to bed."
We finished showering, and Beth dried off, then handed me the towel. I wrapped it around my waist as we walked to the bedroom, and she gave me a quizzical look. "What, you're shy now all of a sudden?"
She tugged at the towel, then moved closer, wrapping her fingers around my shaft. "You want me to try what we talked about?"
I nodded. "Sure." If Beth was keen to find out what it was like having her mouth on me, I certainly wasn't going to argue.
She sank to her knees, and seemed to study me from different angles before placing a quick kiss on my tip. She ran her tongue over her lips, and looked thoughtful. "I can taste something?"
"Um, I might be leaking a little already," I confessed. "Does it put you off?"
Beth shook her head. "Absolutely not."
She moved forward again, and I closed my eyes, breathing in, as I felt myself slide between her lips, her tongue soft and wet against me. "Oh, my goodness."
Beth moved on me more confidently, using her fingers as well, and I gasped. "Er, Beth, if you keep going you might have more sticky stuff to deal with than you can quite manage."
She looked up, grinning wickedly. "Oh, I think I can cope. Is it bad of me to feel like this gives me the power, sort of?"
I chuckled. "Believe me, I'm not complaining."
She swirled her tongue more insistently, her cheeks hollowing as she experimented with a sucking movement, and I couldn't hold back a moan. "Oh, god, yes, don't stop, I'm,"
I stiffened between her lips, and her eyes widened as I spurted warmth into her mouth. I saw her throat work as she managed to swallow once, then again, regaining control and using her tongue on me. "Hmm," I managed as the sensation became too intense, and Beth moved back, her lips releasing me.
She gave me a lopsided grin. "Um, now I know what that's like."
There was the sound of a car in the drive, and we exchanged looks. "Rats," chuckled Beth. "Now I'll have to wait."
We both hastily pulled on clothes, and by the time Beth's mum got through the door with the shopping, Beth had the kettle on again while I sat with the laptop in the lounge.
"Oh, hello, Tim," Beth's mum greeted me. "I hope Beth is taking good care of you."
I managed to keep a straight face as I saw Beth suppressing a smirk over her shoulder. "Oh, yes. And breakfast was great, thank you."
"Good. Well, I got pizza for when you feel like something else."
She went back into the kitchen to finish putting the shopping away, and Beth joined me, sitting close enough that we were touching. "Not that I'm frustrated or anything," she hinted with a smile.
She leaned closer to look at the screen, deliberately pressing her breasts against me. "What are you looking at?"
"I thought I'd treat you to dinner later," I made my tone as casual as I could.
Beth's eyes lit up. "Oh."
She looked thoughtful. "I don't know if I've got anything to wear."
I pretended to roll my eyes. "Maybe we can go shopping too, my student loan came through."
Beth kissed me. "Love you."
Stunned, I was still processing her words when her mother came back into the room. "Now, Beth, you've not forgotten that I'm away tonight, have you, that work thing? It's a bit of a drive, so I'll get going in a minute."
Beth's eyes widened, but she kept her voice steady. "That's fine, Mom, I hope you enjoy yourself."
She turned back to me. "Did you say we were going into town? Mom could drop us off."
"That'd be great," I nodded.
A few minutes later we were walking in the downtown shopping district, Beth stopping to look in the shop windows. "Can we go in here?"
"Sure."
The first dress she tried was a deep red, cut low at the back and with a scooped neckline. "Very sexy," I nodded, and Beth vamped a little, leaning forward and pouting her lips. "You'd probably cause a few accidents if you walked down the street in that," I nodded. "My treat," I said firmly, as we walked to the counter.
I handed over my card to be swiped, and the girl serving folded the dress carefully and slid it into a bag. "Thank you."
We stepped back out onto the sidewalk, and I glanced at Beth. "Where next?"
"I have an idea." and I took Beth's hand, leading her down to the theater. "I think I know where this is heading," she grinned.
"Close your eyes," I requested. "Then it'll be a surprise."
Beth complied, and I tapped at the screen of the ticket kiosk, taking the two printed cards. "Right."
We walked to the entrance, and the usher looked at our tickets. "Screen 8."
The trailers were already running as we picked our way up the carpeted steps. "All the way to the back," grinned Beth. "I know what your plan is."
We found seats, the nearest other people several rows further forward, and Beth leaned into my shoulder as the main feature started.
I slid one arm around her shoulders, my other hand tugging her t-shirt from her jeans to let my palm rest on bare skin. "Um," she murmured against my lips, "nice."
I moved my hand upwards little by little until I encountered the curve of her breast, then used my thumb to softly brush her nipple, getting a gasp. "Wish you could put your mouth there," Beth whispered, "but I think that'd be going a bit far, even though it's dark in here."
I teased one nipple then the other for a while, until Beth started to flex her hips a little. "Oh, I need to be touched somewhere else,"
I slid my hand downwards again, my fingers drifting across her navel then brushing the line of soft hairs below it. My fingertips dipped inside the waist of her jeans, finding enough room to stroke her mound, and Beth parted her thighs a little. "Further down," she murmured insistently.
My fingers found her wetness, and then her hard nub, and she put her hand on mine through her jeans. "Um, yes, like that."
Her mouth was next to my ear, and I thrilled at the change in her breathing as I slid a fingertip back and forth over her most sensitive spot. "Oh god, yes."
I felt her lips curve in a smile. "I'm almost glad Mom interrupted us this morning, I've had longer to anticipate this. And then we'll have to wait some more until we're back at the house and you can be inside me."
She gasped as I touched her more insistently. "How about you go on top when we're in your bed later?" I added to her fantasy. "Then you can control how deep I'm in you, and slow things down when you want."
Beth nodded agreement. "But right now slow isn't what I need," she hinted.
I slid a fingertip inside her to pick up some of the slipperiness, then returned to moving my finger on her while she gasped into my ear, her breath warm. "Oh, um yes; I'm nearly,"
I was grateful for the dramatic music of the film's soundtrack as Beth gave an audible moan, her hips flexing against my hand as she tipped over the edge. Again I felt warmth spurt from her onto my fingers, and even in the dim light from the screen I could see her cheeks tinged with pink. "I hope I don't look like I wet myself," she managed through still-rapid breaths.
She wrapped her arms tightly around me. "Thank you, Tim, this was perfect, I think I might have spontaneously combusted if I'd had to wait till tonight." Beth grinned at me. "There's only one reason I'll remember this film, and it's not the Oscar-winning performance on screen."
We made our way outside, and I glanced at my watch. "Probably time we got back, you'll want another shower before we go out?"
"Um Hmmm."
We linked arms as we walked in the late afternoon sun. When we reached her house, Beth glanced at me. "I'd love it if we showered together again, but I think that might cause us to miss dinner. Can you cope if I get ready by myself? I promise the result will be worth it."
"No problem," I reassured her. I watched as she walked up the stairs, then went back to the lounge, flipping open the laptop and catching up on our friends' posts. I glanced at my relationship status, and wondered how, when? Beth and I might decide to let people know that things had taken a different but amazing turn between us.
I heard the shower running, then silence for long enough for me to wonder if Beth had decided to take a nap. But then there were footsteps on the stairs, and I looked up to see a vision approaching me,
Beth smiled at my expression. "Cat got your tongue?"
Her new dress was even more amazing than I remembered from my brief look in the changing room. I could tell that she'd left off the bra, her breasts moving deliciously under the satiny fabric as she descended the last couple of stairs and walked towards me. Her hair was brushed smooth, caught up in a silver clasp, and her makeup was carefully applied to somehow enhance her naturalness rather than draw the eye to dramatic change.
"I," I shook my head. "You are the most gorgeous thing I've ever seen."
She came closer, leaning over me, and I caught the freshness of apples from her hair, and then the perfume she'd used, light and flowery but still enough to overwhelm me, my senses blurring. Her lips on mine were deliciously slippery with her lipstick, and I responded to her kiss, closing my eyes. "I think I've died and gone to heaven."
She smiled. "You're sweet."
I remembered her earlier words, that I'd not found the right moment to respond to until now. "Beth, I love you too."
I saw tears in the corners of her eyes, and she nodded. "I think we found out how we really felt, just at the right time."
She took a deep breath. "So, what are we having for dinner?"
"I reserved us a table at that Italian place just round the corner, I know it doesn't look like much, but I've heard really good things about it."
We walked the short distance. Entering, I held the door for her, and we were quickly seated. The waiter gave us a few minutes to look down the menu, then returned for our order. "And a bottle of Rioja, please." I added after giving our selections.
Beth & I concentrated on our pasta. We finished our wine, and Beth slipped to the ladies' room while I paid the bill, leaving a generous tip. "Ready?" she queried.
Beth leaned into me as we walked back to the house. "It's a little chilly."
"Sorry, I should have thought to bring a jacket."
She shook her head. "It's fine. And you can warm me up when we get home."
She opened the front door. "It could almost be our own place,"
I followed her up the stairs into the bedroom, and she turned her back to me, looking over her shoulder and giving me her sexiest smile. "Help me with this zipper?"
I moved closer, our bodies not touching but the attraction between us almost like gravity. I drew the zipper down to the small of her back, then used my fingertips to slide the dress off her shoulders to pool at her feet.
I blinked, realizing what I wasn't seeing, and cupped her ass in my hands. "Did you go to dinner without,?" I whispered in her ear.
She chuckled softly. "No, I didn't dare. But I took them off just before we left the restaurant, put them in my handbag."
I nibbled her earlobe gently. "I wish I'd known, I might have been a bit more daring on the walk back."
Beth turned, draping her arms over my shoulders. "So what are you going to do to me now we're alone?"
"I said something about you being on top, didn't I," I reminded her. "But I have something else in mind first."
I drew her toward the bed, but before she could lie down, I'd sprawled on my back, looking up at her. "Slide over me."
Beth looked puzzled, but slid across, knees either side of me. I felt her already wet against my stomach, her fur just brushing my skin. "Um, I like this already."
"What's in it for me?" she teased, and I drew her a little closer, bending to take one nipple into my mouth, suckling. "Ah, I see," she half-moaned. I felt her wetness increase, and I moved to her other breast, replacing my mouth with fingers gently pinching. "Oh yes," Beth gasped. "I like these ideas of yours."
"Only just getting started," I teased, tugging at her nipple with my lips. "Now, how will I be able to tell when you can't wait any longer?"
Her answer was to flex her hips so that I felt her against my hard tip. "Ah ah," I shook my head, smiling. "Not yet. Something else first, something I know you'll like."
I put my hands on her hips and indicated with the pressure of my fingers that she should move up my body. She complied, and when she'd moved far enough up to feel my breath warm between her thighs, understanding dawned on her face. "Um, oh, yes."
I began to explore her with my tongue, and she gave a quiet sigh of satisfaction. "I really like this."
I reached up to cup her breasts, brushing her still-damp nipples, and she tipped her head back. "Oh god, I can't believe how quickly that's getting me there."
I buried my mouth more deeply in her, now gently suckling her nub, and she tangled her fingers in my hair, her hips flexing. "Ah, oh, oh please!"
Her whole body tensed, her hips pushing uncontrollably against me, and I rode out the wave of her pleasure until she gasped, "Enough."
She took a deep breath. "Now, I think I know what comes next."
She slid down again, positioning herself above my hips and lifting up a little, her fingers reaching for me and guiding my hardness into her. She eased down, her face showing utter satisfaction as I entered her fully.
She began to rock her hips slowly, and I nodded. "How long it takes for me is up to you, if I get close but you want me to wait, you can slow down, even stop."
Beth grinned. "Oh, the power."
She moved more insistently, leaning forward a little, and her expression turned blissful. "Oh, yes, that feels just right."
She caught her lip between her teeth. "If we're careful, do you think we could both get there at the same time?"
"Wow," I breathed. "That'd be amazing."
Beth started to move again, her eyes on my face. Little by little we watched each other's pleasure build, a gasp from me, a quiet moan from her. The intensity increased as I reached to stroke her breasts, and her fingers reached enquiringly for my nipples. "God, Beth, that feels good," I breathed, my hips flexing upwards in response. We both fell silent, the only sounds in the room our breathing, the quiet rhythmic creak of the mattress, and the barely perceptible contact of our bodies each time Beth pushed her hips down on to me. I felt myself starting to build towards my release, and lifted my head, catching Beth's eye. "Hmm?"
Her response was a nod, a smile almost of regret that there would be an inevitable end to what we were experiencing, and she moved more insistently, her face and the O of her still-glossy lips signaling that her own climax was approaching. I couldn't help the cry that tore from me as I reached my peak, and I saw Beth's triumphant grin as in the same instant her body tensed, her muscles rippling around my hardness, seeming almost to caress me as I spurted warmth into her.
Finally she relaxed, lowering her body onto me so that her breasts were on my chest, her hair spread over both of us. "Oh wow."
I wrapped my arms around her. "You bet."
As before, she made a quiet sound of disappointment as I slipped out of her, then squeaked in surprise. "I, I think some of your stuff is coming out of me."
I chuckled softly. "Maybe we'll have to wash the sheets again tomorrow."
Beth settled more comfortably. "Think we can sleep like this?"
"Um Hmm."
She closed her eyes, and I listened as her breathing slowed. I felt myself drifting off in turn, and my last thought was one of anticipation, what the next day might hold in the new adventure Beth and I had started on.
To be continued.
By neruval442 for Literotica.
