Page 23 of We're Just Friends
She leaned over and poked her finger into my stomach, then began to rub her hand up and down my six-pack abs. I knew it was the alcohol talking. We locked eyes for a moment, neither one of us knowing what to do or say next. It was definitely a boundary that hadn’t been crossed before in our friendship.
Once again, she leaned on me for support as we walked up to the mansion, and I felt my groin swell as the wind blew her perfume in my direction. We went inside, finding Richard passed out on the couch. Both of us laughed a little bit at his slumped over body, just snoring away as the TV blared the news.
I gave her a quick tour of the place, showing her all of the guest bedrooms, bathrooms, two kitchens, and an indoor pool.
“Quite a big place for a single guy,” she said.
“Our father was the one who made him buy it. You remember my dad, right?” I had introduced her to my parents shortly after we became good friends.
They always thought she would have made a good girlfriend.
“Of course I do,” she said, taking off her heels and plopping down onto a couch in Richard’s second living room. “He really pushed you guys hard, didn’t he?”
I nodded and pulled out a bottle of champagne from the mini-fridge, pouring some for both of us. Julianna downed hers in one gulp.
“I guess we’re not toasting,” I laughed, gulping mine down too.
She giggled and held her flute out for a refill, which I happily obliged. “It’s a shame Richard and Annie didn’t hit it off.”
“Probably for the best. Richard’s not the kind of guy a woman dates if you know what I mean.”
She stared into her flute, and I wondered if she thought the same about me. Not that I was looking for a relationship, of course.
Julianna shrugged. “Annie loves being single anyway. She’s always complaining about how men are nothing but cheating bastards. But that doesn’t mean we don’t have needs, though. You know?”
She looked at me and then at my pants, which by now did little to hide my obvious erection. I quickly grabbed a throw pillow and covered it up.
“Sorry,” I whispered.
“Don’t be.” Julianna scooted closer to me on the sofa, and the next thing I knew, we were kissing.
It wasn't just a quick peck, but a full-on make-out session. Our breathing intensified as I ran my fingers through her hair, biting her lip as she pulled away from me. Truth be told, I would have been just as happy kissing her all night long.
“Julianna,” I moaned and went to untie her dress.
She put her hands up to stop me. “What about your brother?”
Richard could sleep through an earthquake, but I understood her concern. I didn’t want to take a chance of him waking up and walking in on us. I grabbed her hand and walked her out to the guest house. As soon as the door shut, we were all over each other.
It was no use making our way upstairs into the bedroom. Instead, we toppled onto the couch, her curvaceous body landing on top of me. My hands quickly untied her wrap dress, revealing a black lace bra and matching G-string. After admiring her amazing body for a second, she changed my attention by reaching down and unzipping my pants.
Her long, red nails slid inside of my boxers and began to stroke me. The more she stroked, the faster I pulled at our clothing. Then I felt like I couldn't wait another second, and suddenly, we were finally completely naked. Our clothes were strewn everywhere, but my attention was solely on her. I pushed my body up against hers until she was on her back, her breasts staring up at me just as I’d pictured it happening.
Julianna looked down at my cock as I held it against her moist pussy. Then biting her lip, she gazed into my eyes. I wanted so badly to have all of her that instant, but I respected her too much to be so crude. Reaching up she wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me toward her, pressing her lips to mine. Her thighs spread apart, welcoming me in. I gently rubbed my fingers down her skin and over her pink mound, feeling her wetness. She gasped into my mouth and lifted her hips, beckoning for me. I stopped and reached for my slacks. Pulling a condom from my pocket, I opened it with my teeth and slid it on before moving back over top of her.
Finally, I lowered my hips and slid my throbbing cock inside her. Our bodies immediately began to move against each other with one purpose.
In that moment, I knew Julianna was better than any woman I had ever been with. Her hair smelled like flowers in the spring and her satin skin was flawless. And most of all, she didn’t hold back her need for me. Any barrier about us going this far for the first time was melting away. I was there to service her. She made no qualms about that. And I was ready — living for it, drinking in each moment as her body shook with each of her orgasms, crashing over her like a wave and falling away.
I didn’t care that anyone who walked by could see us, thanks to the floor-to-ceiling windows. Out there in the country of River Valley, it was quiet and peaceful. It wasn’t like bringing women back to my penthouse in San Diego, where the buildings were so close you had to keep your blinds shut.
At that very moment, it was just the two of us on top of that hill, having what we both desperately wanted andneeded.
My thrusts became faster and deeper, and I watched as her breasts bounced up and down. She moaned, lifting up on her elbows. Julianna pushed me back and, with a bit of a drunken waver, climbed on top of me. I wasn't exactly sober either, and as my leg slipped from the couch, we both slid down onto the floor.
Then we began to laugh, feeling the heat of the fire against our skin. I leaned up and kissed her again, pulling her back into my arms. She lowered herself, taking me in, leaning her head back in ecstasy as I rubbed my palms over her breasts and caressed her pink nipples between my fingers and thumbs until she moaned with delight. I filled her until I had nothing left, every inch I had was inside her. It felt as if we were made for each other — together at last.
Julianna twisted and turned her hips with passion as my hands explored every bit of the soft flesh on her sides and back. She whimpered in delight as she came hard, gripping her fingers into my chest. But just as before, the need still flared in her eyes. I turned her, scooting my back against the couch. Gripping her by the ass, I moved her forward and back, feeling my own release coming. The friction between our bodies and the intensity of our gaze made everything that much more erotic.
