Page 22 of Not My Friend
“How would that work?” she asked.
“No sleepovers. No expectations. No emotions.”
“Can you do that?” she asked, looking the tiniest bit skeptical.
“Sure,” I said, not totally sure myself, but unwilling to stop what we were doing. “Our friendship comes first, and we hang out as friends, but if either of us is feeling… uh, needy then we have the option to request benefits with no hard feelings if the other person isn’t into it.”
“Benefits,” she said loudly. “I could use some benefits right now.”
I would have laughed at her eager tone if I wasn’t too horny to think right now.
“Me too. Let’s go.”
I slid off her lap and grabbed her hand, pulling her towards the bedroom.
“Wow, it looks nice in here.”
I glanced around, remembering my old set-up which involved an ancient Ikea bed with milk crates as tables on either side. About a year after we broke up I’d redone the room, painting the boring white walls a soft gold color and adding a gold accented floor rug that covered up most of the battered hardwood floor. I’d purchased my first brand new bed, one with a wrought iron headboard and a thick comfortable mattress, as well as two side tables, a matching dresser, and a big, comfy reading chair that I’d positioned by the window.
It was a warm and welcoming space now. One thing I’d learned in therapy was that I didn’t have to live like a poor college student reliant on furniture that I picked up on the side of the road. As my self-respect increased, I wanted nice things for myself. I started to believe that I deserved nice things, including a neat and comfortable apartment instead of a hovel.
My poor housekeeping had been a source of contention when we lived together, so I wasn’t surprised that Kimberly was taken aback at the changes in my apartment.
“A while back I decided it was time to live like a grown-up,” I said, pulling off my shirt and tossing it in the hamper. “Now how about you get undressed?”
We both shimmied out of our clothes quickly, then paused to look at each other, cataloging any changes since the last time we were together. Kimberly’s body was still curvy and lush, not fat, but womanly in a way that I loved. My gaze pinned on her breasts, full and pendulous, her dark red nipples contrasting with her light brown skin. I couldn’t wait to get my mouth on them again.
I took a step closer to her, and then another, until only an inch or two separated us. Then I reached up and pulled Kimberly’s hair out of her ponytail. It was a little longer now, and the humidity in the air made her hair poof up in a riot of curls that I knew she didn’t like even though I found it sexy as hell.
“Get on the bed,” I said, my voice husky.
We moved as one, falling onto the mattress and chucking throw pillows out of the way. I rolled Kimberly onto her back, spreading myself on top of her and kissing her until we were both breathless. Then I began moving down her body, leaving a trail of kisses and little licks that made her shiver every time.
I spent a few minutes teasing her nipples, sucking them in between my lips and tugging on them hard enough to make her cry out.
“Gina!” Her voice was impatient. “Hurry up.”
I moved down her body again, stopping so I could swirl my tongue around her little outie belly button. When I finally made my way down to her thighs Kimberly released a deep sigh. Moving between her legs, I bent her knees and pushed her legs out to the side, giving me plenty of room. For just a few seconds I gazed at her pussy, noticing how her curls were glistening with arousal just from our foreplay. I loved how responsive she was.
I lowered my head, swiping my tongue across her seam before sliding in to taste her sweet arousal. Her hips punched up and I gripped them, holding her in place while I circled her opening with the tip of my tongue.
“Quit fucking around,” she gasped, making me smile against her skin.
“I don’t remember you being so impatient,” I teased.
“I don’t remember you being such a tease,” she shot back.
I licked my way inside her channel, then used one hand to find her clit. Her little bud felt swollen, and when I rubbed my thumb across it, Kimberly made a moaning noise that almost made me come.
Letting myself off the leash, I began licking her in earnest, keeping time with my fingers on her clit. I felt her muscles tighten as she got close. I pulled back and she made a little sound of protest. Changing tactics, I sucked her clit in between my lips and inserted two fingers inside her channel. She was so aroused that they slid in easily. Pumping her hard until Kimberly’s innermuscles squeezed around my fingers and she started bucking against me as her orgasm hit.
“I’m… I’m…”
That’s all she got out before she succumbed to pleasure. I stroked and sucked and teased her until she finally relaxed back on the bed, her breath coming in sharp pants.
I popped my head up, resting my chin on her lower belly as I watched her try to come back to herself.
“I’m dead,” she whispered, her eyes squeezed closed and her arms thrown out to her sides. “I’ve died.”
