The Game

I am getting ready for the evening.  I’m so excited to see him.  My best friend's big brother makes me feel so safe when he holds me.  But this night is different.  He called me at work and said that he needs to talk to me seriously about something; that he's picking me up for dinner at 5, no ifs, ands or buts about it.  I love it when he takes charge like that.  He always knew what's best for me and I trust him as much as he trusts me.  I'm not like the other girls; he likes that about me.  I love that after 27 years of friendship, my best friend still has no idea we've been doing this since high school.

I hear the knock at my door and my knees quake so hard I can barely make it down the stairs.  I call down to my son to let him in.  They make chit chat as I make my way down, trying my best not to cum and show him how bad I want him again.  The usual talk about life goes on as we make our way to the little hole-in-the-wall restaurant we love to call ours.   We both order dirty vodka martinis with pickle brine - the best ever here.  He orders the mac and cheese and I order the steak quesadilla without peppers (we both dislike cooked green peppers with a passion).  My clit throbs through straight faced dirty talk over dinner.  The usual "how's life" and complaints about our dating woes; as if we don't already text each other a hundred times a day.  Since we were kids, we have become experts at the conversations that nobody can tell we're having; looking like best friends hanging out.  We were raised to take care of each other, and so we did.  

We decide to go back to his place to watch Titanic.  It's always been his favorite movie, much to the chagrin of my love of watching things blow up.  Just like daddy taught him, he opens the car door for me and holds my hand to help me out.  He holds my hand as we head to the front door, fumbling with his keys, I notice he's different tonight.  He proceeds to lead me up the stairs to the couch, reaching up my dress and ripping my panties off my round ass, bending me over and pushing them deep inside my pussy; stopping to take a nibble mid-way.  With a stern look he tells me to sit down and make sure I'm centered on the towel already waiting for me.  My panties are already soaked to capacity inside my tight little hole and I just can't help myself as I feel the juices dripping down my leg as the realization hits me that he planned this.  

I'm already trembling in anticipation as he puts my dirty little panties in my mouth to dull the moans he is sure that he's about to invoke from me.  My brain comes to as he helps me with my dress just long enough for him to spin me around and suckle my engorged breasts as he sits me down and then it's gone again.  He takes both of my hands and places them on the back of the couch as if silently instructing me to hold on for dear life; sliding his hand downwards until he reached my clit, still sucking my breast as the other drips.

His grey-blue eyes burn into mine with the same desire I've been dying to give into all day.  Before I know it, every inch of my body is trembling and pulsing and writhing in pleasure as I bite down on my panties trying not to wake daddy up.  He stops suckling and removes my panties from my mouth.  He has a mouthful and he's going to share it; he's such a thoughtful man to know how thirsty he makes me.  Dribbling out of my mouth onto my chin on purpose so he has to lick it off and give it back; my favorite game.

Then suddenly, he stops everything and gets up.  Smiling.  It's time to watch the movie.

TO BE CONTINUED......