I understand this, but I'm ready for her to break down her walls. And I'm ready to let mine down too. To let my guard down. I'm ready to be the man she needs, the partner she wants. I want to be her best friend, but I want to be her lover right now. Right fucking now.
"I want to see all of you," I tell her, and she nods, understanding. There's a pile of blankets in the corner and we spread them out. She lies down, shimmying off her pants.
She's in a hot pink thong and I shake my head, running a hand over my jaw. "God, girl, you always in these things?" I ask, reaching underneath the side of her panties, hooking my finger through before pulling it down.
"Mostly," she says. "I always had this fantasy that one day we would admit how we felt, and you'd take me somewhere spontaneous and rip my clothes off of me, and we'd make love." She covers her face with her hands. "I can't believe I just told you that."
"All this time you've been wearing sexy panties and I had no fucking clue."
"Would it have changed anything?" she asks. "If I had told you how I felt?"
I nod. "It would have changed everything, Lucy. Fucking everything."
"I'm glad I'm not too late," she says. "I've been waiting for you forever."
"There's no need to worry about being on time. I'm here for you, girl. I'm here."
She seems to understand my words, how much they mean to me, how true they are. Because the moment stops being filled with laughter and giggles. There are no more jokes now. It becomes sensual. Now it becomes about her body opening up, and my body giving her what she needs, what she craves, what she's never had before.
My cock is hard and it's aching against my jeans, but I know my needs are not as important as hers. With her panties gone, her body is naked, head to toe. Her pink hair is spread out around her shoulders, and she's looking up at me with expectation, anticipation, ready for me to give her what she wants.
"I'm going to take it slow," I tell her.
"Not too slow," she says, running her hands through my hair as I lean down, pushing her thighs open, taking a first glimpse at her sweet virgin pussy.
"Fuck, it looks good. You're beautiful," I tell her, dipping my mouth to her cunt and licking her up and down.
Soft, so, so soft, wanting to arouse her in the most gentle way possible. Her back is already arching, and her knees buckle, as if in fear.
"It's okay," I tell her, "I got you."
I draw her closer to my mouth and I begin to run my tongue up and down her sweet slit. She's wet for me, wet and ripe, her innocence dripping against my mouth, and I drink it up. Fuck, she tastes good. Creamy, and wet, and so damn juicy.
Lucy may be the smartest girl I know, and funny as all get out. Conservative, but not a prude, and open-minded but not exactly adventurous. So I'm not quite sure what kind of lover she's going to be. But her cunt tells me everything I need to know. She is all in.
She's so fucking wet, it gets me hard as a rock. She likes this, I can tell she does already. When my tongue circles her clit, flicking it ever so slightly, she moans loudly.
"Oh, Noah," she says. "Oh, Noah, that feels so good."
"Good," I tell her. "That's the point. I want to make you come, baby. I want to get you off."
"Baby," she says. "Is that weird, to call me that?"
I shake my head.
"No," I say. My finger is on her pussy, entering her nice and slow. I want to finger her nice and good, until she's warmed up the way she needs to be, before I can fuck her with my thick cock. I don't want to hurt her. I want to make her moan in sweet relief. I want to make her do more than come, more than get off. I want to make her gush. I want her come to coat my chest as I finger fuck her.
I know she wants it too because as I ease her knees open, she lets them fall to the side, her body open and bare, her tits bouncing as I begin to enter her with one finger, then another, giving her what she needs.
"Do you like to get yourself off?" I ask her. We've talked about everything under the sun as best friends over the years, but I've never asked her if she likes to touch herself.
But now she nods, telling me yes. "I love to get off," she tells me. "I touch myself at night, thinking of us. Of you."
"What do you think about?" I ask her as her juicy cunt begins to pour for me, for my hand. And I groan with a thought, what it's going to be like when my cock fills her up. I feel precome at my tip, I'm so fucking hot for her. She has no fucking clue I'm scared that I'm going to explode here in my jeans like I'm in middle school.
"I think about you, naked in my bed. I imagine it’s hot in the summer, the windows open, the breeze rushing through the window, the curtains floating open. You’d climb in my window, finding me naked in my bed, alone."
"And what would I do to you, Lucy?"
"You'd make me come so hard," she whispers.
"Like this?" I ask her.
"Just like this," she moans. "Just like this." An orgasm begins to ride through her. I feel it as the walls of her pussy tense against my fingers. She's panting, out of breath. And she wraps her arms around me, clinging to me. This perfect person, the love of my life.
"Fuck," she says, my fingers still inside her. "Oh God," she says, "I can't, I can't."
"You can," I tell her, "I know you can. You are." I spread her knees apart once more and I finger her harder, adding a third, and then fuck, my girl starts to gush the way I knew she's been building up for her whole damn life. Hard.
I lean down, kissing her mound, wanting to drink it up, all of her sweet juice.
"Oh God," she cries, her back arching. She presses her hands to my chest, her palms against my skin, and I look at her as she gets off and she looks so fucking gorgeous. So damn beautiful.
"You like that?" I say as she finishes, my hand stilling against her cunt. She nods.
"I loved it." She moans, "Oh my God."
She reaches for me, drawing me to her. And she crawls on top of me, wrapping her body around me, kissing me, hard. Tasting herself on my lips. Her wet cunt is against my belly, and I know she feels my thick cock beneath her. Her eyes meet mine. I know what she wants.
"I can't wait to fuck you, boo," I tell her. She smiles down at me.
"Then what in the world are we waiting for?"
Chapter Eight
Lucy
I straddle him completely naked, but I don't feel nervous for him to see me.
After all, he's just touched me, opened me up, felt me in a way no one on earth ever has. I lick my lips and unbutton his jeans, pulling down the zipper. As I move off of him, he tugs them down, pushing them aside. His boxers too. And he takes hold of his cock. It's big and thick and hard.
My pussy tightens at the sight of it, of him. He's so in command, in control, and it sends a thrill through me. This is what I want, a man who knows how to take care of me, who knows how to please me and pleasure me, to take the lead, to take me to places I've never been before.
I bite my bottom lip, eager to explore every inch of Noah's skin. After all, for the last fifteen years, we've been learning all about one another's hearts. Now, it's something more, deeper, real.