Alison 

   Alison and had always been an interesting friend.  We met while working
at the same company about 10 years ago and became friends right away, but
after a year she moved.  We kept in touch online and occasionally met up
for lunch when she was in town.  It was an out of the ordinary relationship
for me, we lived very different lives, but every time we saw each other we
would have good conversations, a little innocent flirting, and lots of
laughs.

   It was nice for me to have a female friend.  As a thirty-something guy,
the women in my life were either people I was dating, trying to dating or
just trying to fuck.  It was good to have a woman I could just talk to, and
Alison and I could talk, sometimes for 3 or 4 hours at a time.

   More often then anything else, we talked about sex.  How it affected
relationships, the reasons behind why certain things turn people on, and
even the more intimate details of our own histories and kinks.  It was
interesting, both of us being very sexual people, it was nice to have
someone to relate to without having all of the relationships junk to stop
us from really talking about the things that often people can't really talk
about.

   She had gotten married about four years ago, so that made the lines of
our friendship even more clear.  It also made the sexual tension a lot
more...  interesting.

   Odd how things can change suddenly.

   *

   "Hey Jay." She followed her familiar greeting with a long sigh.

   "Hey girl scout, what's up?" I was bored and desperate for something to
do.

   "I am coming into the city for an meeting, you want to have a good meal
and see a bad movie with me?"

   Alison had moved about three hours away from the city and only came in
for meetings ever month or so.  Mostly we only spoke online or over the
phone.  I could always count on an evening of interesting conversation with
her, so I took her up on the offer.

   "Desperately, I am bored out of my mind and I want to see something we
can properly mock."

   So we went out.  The movie was something Hollywood and ridiculous, we
laughed so loud people in the theatre turned around to give us dirty looks.
Dinner was a marathon conversation about monogamy, dominance and
submission, and the pros and cons (mostly pros) of rough sex.

   At about 10 the thunder and lightning started.

   "It looks like it is really going to come down.  Are you going to be ok
to drive?" I asked, watching gray and black clouds move in the west of the
city sky.

   "Yeah, I just need to walk off that margarita.  Coffee?" She asked.

   I am never one to refuse caffeine.

   We went to a place right near my apartment that was dark and groovy and
played good music and served strong coffee and sweet things.

   It was at the café I realized that this was the most time I had ever
actually spent with Alison at one time.  I was used to telephone and online
chat Alison and I felt this...  something growing every time she laughed
hard and her hand fell on my arm or my knee.  All I knew was that it was
good that she was leaving soon.  The last thing I need is to be lusting
over a friend.

   Then the rain came.

   "God damn, it looks like a hurricane that came out of no where." She
said looking out the window in disbelief.

   "Shit.  It is really bad." I said...  unsure what the etiquette of the
situation was.

   "Yeah, you mind if I hang out with you for a while until it calms down a
little?"

   "Sure..  I mean if it is looking really bad you could stay over if you
needed to."

   As if to accent this idea the sky lit up with lightning and then
everything shook with a huge clap of thunder.

   *

   It was a strange feeling having Alison in my house for the first time.
Very strange indeed.  What I had thought about it being a good thing that
we didn't see each other that much was certainly correct, because the
minute she was in my house all I could think about was kissing her. 
Kissing her neck and lifting up her shirt and kissing...  well...  lets
just say kissing her all over.

   "So this is your infamous apartment." She said with a wide grin, taking
off her wet coat and handing it on a chair.

   My apartment was very small.  It was a studio and was basically one room
with a bed, a tiny TV, a huge computer monitors, and a small table with
three chairs.  It had a small nook on one side with a kitchen and a small
door next to that leading to the bathroom.

   "It's...  um..." She looked for the right word.

   "Small?" I offered.

   "Cozy." She said with a smile walking over to my overstuffed bookshelf
and running her fingers along the variety of titles.

   "Yeah well, it is right in the middle of everything in the city and all
I do is sleep here...  so."

   "Sleep, write and fuck you mean."

   She certainly knew how to cut through to the heart of the matter.

   "Right." I chuckled and kind of blushed.  "Anyhow, you want something to
drink or something?"

   We took off our wet coats and shoes and hung them in the bathroom to
dry, then I handed her a towel to dry her hair.

   She waked over and sat on the bed.

   "So this is where you sleep?" She asked feeling the black sheets I

   "Yep, I have a sleeping bag I think...  I can sleep on that tonight if
you want to crash here." I said taking off my sweater and suddenly
wondering what I was going to wear to bed.

   "Oh bullshit, I'm not kicking you out of your own bed.  We are adults
Jay, we can sleep in the same bed, you know."

   I shrugged.  She smiled mischievously.

   "You better behave though, Eric has been out of town for two weeks and
my defenses are pretty low."

   "I'll try to remember that."

   Damn, I wanted her.  Was it juvenile to just want to feel her up once? I
mean, she had these big beautiful breasts that I have always admired... 
would it be impolite the just ask if I could cup them with my hands just
once, just to feel what they are like.

   I laughed to myself.

   "What's so funny?" She said raising an eyebrow.

   "Me." I said shaking my head.

   She smiled and nodded, but her eyes lingered.

   She was my type though, with some details that made her exotic.  She had
a large, very expressive mouth and deep brown eyes.  A sort of dark beauty,
kind of goth and kind of maturely feminine.  Buxom, with a curvy body she
wore well.

   "So do you want to play scrabble or something?" I asked

   She punched my arm, then picked up my remote and turned on my tv.

   My apartment filled with the sounds of moans and bad music.  On the
screen was a naked woman groaned as a huge cock impaled her.

   We both gasped and then Alison fumbled with the remote, changing it to
the Weather channel.

   "And a high of 103 in Phoenix..." said the tv.

   Alison fell over on the couch laughing.

   "Fun morning?" she said between laughs.

   I blushed more then I already was and got a beer.

   *

   Half of a bad scifi movie and a few more beers later and we decided to
go to sleep.  Alison took a long shower and then stole my favorite t-shirt
(The Cure - Boys Don't Cry) and came out of the bathroom wearing nothing
but my shirt, which was four sizes too big for her, and I imagined some
panties but I couldn't tell because the t-shirt was so long on her.

   I put on a pair of boxers and a t-shirt (Joy Division) and slipped under
the covers.  I tried to move as far to the right

   I turned off the tv and she turned off the light and slipped into bed
next to me.

   "It's pretty bright in here...  with the moon light and the streetlights
coming in."

   I sat up.

   "I can...  well I don't really have any curtains..."

   She shrugged.

   "It's ok...  I was just commenting, not complaining."

   I laid back down and stared at the ceiling.

   "This is kind of...  awkward." I said shaking my head and sighing.

   She laughed.  "It's fine.  You are just not used to just sleeping with
someone.  Relax and just go to sleep."

   I fluffed up my pillow, I turned this way and that.  I realized I was
getting hard, just from proximity to her.  I tried to sleep on my side so
she didn't notice.  Closing my eyes the first image that came to mind was
Alison, pulling up my old Cure t-shirt and...

   Eyes open.  Bad thoughts.

   I tried desperately to think of something else.  She rolled over, her
hip hit mine.  Then her hand on my chest, her breast against my arm, soft
and perfect.  Her eyes looking in mine and then darting away.

   I tried to lay still.  How much could I get away with?  I turned toward
her and rest my arm on her side, looking her in the eyes.

   "So, you want to watch another movie or something?"

   "Nah."

   She moved forward and snuggled against my neck.  Her body moved against
mine and I instinctively moved back a little so she wouldn't feel how hard
I was under the sheets.

   Her cheek slid against mine and before I knew what I was doing her ear
was right next to my mouth and I kissed it and sucked the tip of her
earlobe a little.

   "Oh shit." She gasped but didn't move away.

   We stayed like that for a few second and then she pushed away and so did
I.  We were on opposite sides of the bed.

   "Ok, I am really sorry.  That was...  I mean." I was babbling.

   "No, no, no.  I shouldn't have hugged you like that.  I...  it's ok.  We
didn't do anything.  We can do this...  I mean...  just sleep."

   There was a long pause.

   "I will just sleep on the floor, it's cool." I felt my face getting all
red.  My ears hot and my pulse quickening.

   Then the images started again.  Not really actually pictures in my head,
but just flashes of skin.

   "Jay!  Come on.  We have known each other for like, 100 years.  We can
sleep in the same fucking bed without anything...  I mean.  We are adults."

   I looked over to her.  She had pushed the blanket and sheet away and her
shirt had worked itself up a little and I could see crotch of her panties
peeking out, pink against the black of her shirt and the white of my
sheets.

   "You know...  I really think I should go and sleep on the floor."

   "Jayyy!  Now we can do this.  We have self-control.  Now come here." She
said with forced seriousness.

   "Wha..  what?" My voice cracked a little.

   "Come over hear and lay next to me and I am going to rest my head on
your chest and we will stop all this and just fall asleep.  This is silly."

   I willed myself to soften and relax and I rolled over and lay still in
the middle of the bed.

   Alison pushed her hair behind her ears and moved up and rested her head
on my chest and laid her hand over my stomach.

   "See, all comfy and plutonic.  Now go to bed." Her voice straining to
sound almost motherly.

   I took a long deep breath.  I was tired after all, I drank a lot of beer
after all.  I relaxed, I cleared my mind.  I closed my eyes and tried to
push all this desire out.  I concentrated on breathing in and out and tried
to ignore how good her hair smelled.  Before I knew it I was drifting off
into sleep.

   She woke me with a start.

   "Ok, I just want to kiss you once, ok?" Her face was serious and there
was this glint of wanton lust in her eyes.

   "What?"

   "How could you sleep?  I have been laying here just...  I mean... 
thinking about it." She bit her bottom lip hard.

   "Listen, Alison.  This isn't going to work.  You know I want you, but I
mean...  you will hate me tomorrow.  I will hate me tomorrow."

   "It's just a kiss!"

   I looked right in her eyes.

   "You and I both know if I kiss you it is all over."

   "Oh please.  I have kissed you before, Jay, you are not THAT good."

   "Hmph, I'm not kissing you."

   "Bullshit, I want a kiss."

   She rolled over, half on top of me.  I held her away.  I moved my head
back and forth as she tried to kiss me, half laughingly and half in
earnest. She caught the corner of my mouth, then my cheek, then my chin.

   I move away again, she kisses my neck and bites me.  She sucks on my ear
and

   "Stop it Al!" I pushed her off and rolled her over so that I was on top
of her.  Instinct too over.  I held her hands down above her head.

   She looked at me with total lust.  Biting her bottom lip and thrusting
her chest out.

   "Ha!  You're hard!" She giggled and rolled over.

   "Oh, and you're not wet?"

   "Well you'll never know."

   "Bullshit."

   With that and before she could protest, I slipped a hand under the sheet
and wormed it right between those naked legs.  Right up to those and right
to wet fabric.

   There was no "told you so", we were lost the minute my fingers slipped
over that fabric.  I felt hints of stubble from the sides where there was
no fabric, only skin.

   Her face pressed into my shoulder and she bit down hard as I explored
and rubbed.

   "Fuck...  ok, that was so bad...  I..."

   Then I was kissing Alison.

   It is strange, when you know someone for a long time and yet you have
never really seen them when they are aroused.  I guess you sort of imagine
what they must be like, but it is nothing like how they really are.

   Alison's lips were soft, and her mouth was hot.  She kissed wildly.  I
didn't have time to pull away, before I was pulled in.

   Then just like I said, it was all over for us.

   We kissed for a long time, deep kisses, playful kissing, nipping and
sucking on each other lips and tongues.

   She opened her legs as we kissed and I ground against her.  My cock
slipping easily out of the opening in my boxers.

   "Whoa whoa whoa...  we have to stop." She said, pushing my chest.

   My cock pressed against her.  I could feel the heat and wetness of her
and she arched her back as I pressed.

   My mouth was on her ear, but she still pressed against my chest.

   "You really want me to stop?" I said into her neck, kissing and then
biting.

   "Fuck..  you know I can't do this..." her voice was begging.

   I leaned up, slipped my hands over her arms until my hands were on her
wrists then I pulled her hands off my chest and pushed them until they were
pressed to the pillow above her head.

   Her eyes were wild with lust and fear.  She shook her head.

   "Jay please..."

   I rubbed against her, still holding her wrists.

   "Say no...  I'll stop."

   She looked away, but her hips rose and fell meeting my movements.

   I let go of one hand and her arm came up again and pressed against me
chest, half gripping my shirt and half pushing me away.

   "We can't..."

   I reached down and pushed her panties away.  My cock rubbed across her
wet slit.  I needed more, I pulled the fabric until it ripped.

   She cried out.  But she didn't say no.  She never said no.

   Then I took her wrist again and forced her back.  I pressed in, letting
my cock get wetter, slipping against her, almost slipping in.  Her eyes
were still open, but far away.  She mouthed words I couldn't here.

   "Say it..." I growled.

   "Please...  Jay..." she was wimpering.

   My head just slipped in and then out and her back arched hard.

   "Just say it!"

   "Pleasse...  I can't..."

   I let g of her hands and grabbed her shirt at the collar.  I ripped and
the old worn fabric tore easily.  Then my hands were on her soft tits,
squeezing roughly.  My mouth was on her nipples, sucking and biting and
then my mouth on her lips.

   "Fucking SAY IT!"

   "Just do it...  please...  do it..." there were tears in her eyes.

   I put one hand under her back and slipped it up until I could grip her
hair, I pulled it hard.

   "OK!  Do it!  Please...  just just...  FUCK ME!"

   And then I was inside of her.

   Her legs spread and wrapped around me as I slipped half way and then
fully in.  We both groaned loudly.  Then the bed rocked.  I fucked her
hard, but slow then building.  She let out harsh gasps and repeated "Fuck"
over and over.

   My rhythm got faster and I just plowed into her over and over.  She was
wetter then any woman I had ever been with before.  I was going hard and
fast and the friction was growing and the heat was growing.

   She came first.  She came so hard she slammed her fist into the side of
the bed and knocked over a lamp and then hit me in the chest and clawed me.
I could feel her tightening on me over and over again and I closed my eyes
and just let myself go and then I was coming.  I poured out into her over
and over again and everything went white and then I was somehow on the
floor, panting.

   She rolled over onto the floor on top of me.  We were both covered in
sweat and panting.  She curled up in a ball around me and started sobbing
into my neck and I held her and kissed her forehead.

   After ten minutes she stopped, she rolled off of me and I stood up
slowly.  I had to steady myself with my night table.  I reached out my hand
and helped her up.  She dried her eyes and looked at me in shock.

   "Um..  Jay...  you're bleeding." She touched my chest where she
scratched me and winced.

   I looked down at it.

   "Oh..  it's fine.  It's just a scratch."

   I went to the bathroom and washed of my chest and she followed, looked
at both of us in the mirror.

   "That was..." she started.

   "What happens when you have ten years of foreplay?" I finished.

   She smiled, sadly.

   "I'm..." I wanted to apologize.

   She moved in and hugged me and kissed my shoulder.

   "It was...  wow...  I mean...  we shouldn't have, but we did.  It's done
and so let's just remember it and..." she thought of what exactly to do.

   "Never let it happen again?" I suggested, bitterly.

   She looked at me with surprise.

   "Are you fucking kidding me?  How could we not do that again?"

   I raised my eyebrow.

   "Huh?  But...  your husband..."

   She walked back into the other room and opened my drawer, picking up
another t-shirt (Slint).

   "Yeah, my husband got me into a threesome with one of his old
girlfriend...  so he owes me one." She said seriously and then fixed the
blankets on my bed.

   I walked confusedly over to my bed and sat down.

   She lay down and so did I and we both let out a deep sigh.

   "Listen Jay...  I am not saying I am going to leave him...  but once in
a while...  we can have a...  movie night and no one needs to know." She
smiled sweetly.

   I smiled back.

   "I like movies."

   Then we kissed.  It was a soft long kiss and as we moved apart I felt
better then I could remember feeling in a long time.  And then I fell
asleep in the arms of my friend.

   END