Friends & Lovers Pt. 1
 series mf oral romance

They had known each other for about five years now. Their friendship had
grown since he had accepted a job with a firm in Boston, very near her and
her job as a professor at Boston University. A lot had happened to both of
them in the past five years. She had finished her doctorate and had been
granted tenure in her department. He had finished two masters and was in the
process of finishing his oral boards for his doctorate. Since he moved the
two of then had spent great amounts of time together. Innocent and not so
innocent dates, special events in each other's lives, holidays and various
other events. Most people assumed that they were an item even when they were
dating other people. From the outside it looked like a strange relationship,
but for the two of them it was comfortable. They were close enough that if
one of them needed the other it was a matter of minutes and far enough apart
that they didn't feel joined at the hip or crowded. This evening the two of
them were having dinner together. She had called him at work and asked him
if he would come over for dinner. She had something she wanted to ask him.
The dinner was wonderful, the conversation pleasant. She had prepared
stuffed peppers for the two of them. After dinner and dessert they moved out
to the living room for drinks. Sitting on the couch they talked about each
other's day. Finally it came to the moment she had been dreading all night.
"Look. There is something I have been wanting to ask you all night." She
told him as she stared down into her drink. "I have always been able to
avoid it, until now so I might as well come out and ask you . . . would you
go with me and have dinner with my family?" He sat there stunned. Until now
he had never thought about it, but now he realized over the past five years
he had never had dinner with her and her family. She had always gone alone
or had a date. "Gee, I dunno. This is so sudden." A wide grin played across
his face. Looking up and seeing the smile on his face she grabs a pillow and
tosses it at him. "You brat." She says as she tries very hard to contain her
laughter. She can only keep a straight face for a few seconds until she
breaks down. "Just let me know where I have to be and when." He moves to sit
next to her. "This Sunday, around noon. Just come on over here and I'll
drive." She comes up close against him and he put his arm around her.
Snuggling close against each other they sip on their drinks and laugh. They
spend the rest of the evening like this, basking in each other's presence.
If she was ever directly asked if she was in love with him she would
probably deny it, chalking it up to an overactive imagination on the part of
the questioner. Tonight lying in her bed all she could think about was him.
It wasn't the first time this had happened. Tonight she chalked it up to the
wine. Rolling over she hugged her pillow tight and closed her eyes and
finally drifted to sleep. The drive back to his place was quiet and
uneventful. It gave him time to think about what Sunday would hold. Getting
near his home he decides to make a slight detour. It was late and there were
few places open at this time, but he knew of one place that never closed. He
pulls into the parking lot of Dunkin' Donuts. Getting out of his car he
inhales deeply the fragrance of freshly made donuts. He walks into the
almost empty business. The person behind the counter smiles. They know him
and his odd hours. He smiles back at the young woman as she quickly goes to
retrieve his late night snack. Dropping two dollars on the counter he takes
the cup and bag and waves good night to the pretty young girl. Getting back
into the car he heads home, sipping on the hot chocolate. Heading back out
onto the highway he begins to head for his home. Turning on the radio he
tunes in the local National Public Radio station. Cool jazz emits from the
speakers of the car stereo and he settles in for the short trip home.
Turning onto the long unpaved road that is his driveway he speeds into his
usual parking spot. Getting out of the car he walks to the side door and
enters the darkened house. He navigates his way through the dark room until
he reaches his study. The room is filled with the glow of the fluorescence
desk lamp. Settling into an oversized chair he opens the bag and removes a
glazed donut. Munching on his donut and sipping on his hot chocolate he
reflects upon the evening's events. He makes short work of his late night
snack and quickly heads for his bedroom. Turning off the light he heads out
of the room, bumping into things until his night vision returns. Heading
upstairs he sheds his clothing and crawls into bed, exhausted. Slowly he
drifts off to sleep. She is the last thing on his mind before he falls
asleep. The next few days are hectic for both of them. She is in the process
of giving exams and his oral boards are beginning. She calls him Friday
night to ask him what he is wearing on Sunday, she decides against asking
him out or inviting him over knowing what kind of stress he is undergoing
due to his oral boards. He tells her he hasn't really thought about it and
she begins to get angry with him. She begins a heated tirade dealing with
his thoughtlessness and apparent uncaring for what type of impression he is
going to make. He says nothing, being stunned into silence. When she
finishes and asks for his response he can only muster a croak. That being
the last straw she yells good-bye into the receiver and slams it back into
the cradle. He hangs up the phone confused. Minutes later there is a knock
at the door. Going to the door and opening it she is standing there, fuming.
She pushes her way past him and grabs him as she heads for his bedroom to
pick out his clothes for Sunday. Opening his closet she holds up shirts and
ties finding a combination she likes. Setting aside a shirt and tie she
proceeds to find a pair of slacks and shoes. She finally has the entire
combination she is happy with. Looking at him he sees the anger in her eyes,
he can only stand there dumbfounded at her actions. "Are you just going to
stand there looking stupid or are you going to apologize to me?" The tone of
her voice is unmistakable. She is furious with him. The last time he can
remember this tone she was directing it towards one of her graduate
assistants who had been sleeping with a student in one of her biology
classes. It seems that the young woman was literally pumping her assistant
for information. She was not pleased then and she was certainly not pleased
now. "Um, I'm really sorry for making you come over here and pick out my
clothes. It was really insensitive of me. Let me make it up to you by
cooking dinner." He looks down at the ground while he waits to see if she is
going to explode. "I'll accept your apology under one condition. I want you
to make an authentic German dinner for me." The expression on her face is
neutral. He takes that as a good sign. "C'mon, lets go downstairs and you
can help me with dinner." They head downstairs to the kitchen where he
begins to withdraw the ingredients. Under his instruction she helps him
prepare potato balls, red cabbage and roladen. As they cook he smiles as he
watches the anger dissipate from her. Going to his wine rack she picks out a
superior Cabernet Sauvignon to go with the food. While the last of the food
finishes he begins to set the table for the two of them as she opens the
bottle of wine to let it breathe. "The food smells delicious." She tells him
as she goes to his cabinets for two wine glasses. Finding the glasses she
sets them out and moves to get napkins for the table settings. "Thank you.
Come over here and take a taste of the cabbage and see if it done." Taking a
fork he spears a small about of the dark purple cabbage and lifts it to his
lips. Blowing on it he then holds it in front of her and watches as she
opens her mouth and seductively closes around the fork, withdrawing it from
between her lips. "Ummmmm . . . . it's perfect." She tells him as she begins
to help him take things off the stove and set them on the table. When the
food is set out they sit down and begin to heap food on their plates. She
pours both of them a glass of wine and they begin to eat their dinner. As
she eats the neutral expression turn into one of delight. They finish off
their meal and put the dishes in the sink. Grabbing the bottle of wine they
move to the den. Plopping down on the couch and setting the bottle of wine
on the table they sit close together and sip on the wine. "How's the
studying for your oral boards coming?" She asks as she refills her wine
glass. "I've sat down and thought of ever conceivable question they could
ask about my dissertation and written them out and responded to them. Other
than that the waiting is driving me mad." He sips on the wine and stares out
the window. "You've been worrying too much about this." Setting down her
glass she moves behind him and begins to massage his shoulders. "My but
you're tense, let me see if I can work out the knots." She digs deep into
his muscles and works on his neck. "If I remember correctly, when you were
doing your thesis defense you were so crazed that I thought I might have to
shoot you with a tranquilizer gun." He closes his eyes and allows his mind
to drift. "I think you have an overactive imagination." Her hands move down
to his back and work on the tension there. Working on his lower back she
begins to move upward again and once again works on his shoulders. Taking
her hands in his he pulls her towards him. She leans forward and kisses his
head. Breathing in deeply she can smell the shampoo he uses. "You think so,
huh?" He grins. Lifting one of her hands to his lips he gently kisses it. He
feels a small shiver run through her body. Although it has been a long time
since the two of them have been together sexually, the charge is still
there. He holds her hand as she comes from behind the couch and sits down on
his lap. He leans in and kisses her as she hasn't been kissed in a long
time. His mouth seems to fit hers perfectly. Opening his mouth he allows his
tongue to snake out and open hers. He pulls her close and feels her body
melt into his. Pulling her down on top of him he allows his hands to roam
across her tight ass. She moans into his mouth as he pinches and pulls on
the firm flesh. Kissing her deeply and passionately she feels his flesh
begin to rise. Straddling him she begins to bump and grind her hips as she
feels his manhood press against her. Sitting up he swings his feet off the
couch. Standing up she wraps her legs around him as he moves through the
room heading for the stairs. As he takes each step his body bounces against
hers and she feels the tendrils of electricity radiate from the centre of
her being. Ascending the stairs he begins to kiss and nibble on her neck.
Her moans of pleasure fill the stairwell and the house. Covering her face
with kisses he enters the bedroom and lays her down on the bed. He begins to
unbutton her blouse with his teeth, teasing her by planting a soft kiss on
the newly revealed flesh underneath. Unbuttoning the blouse to her naval he
begins to tease her with his tongue. Taking the tip of his tongue he swirls
it around the outer edge of her bellybutton. The muscles in her stomach jump
and she tries to hold her stomach in to keep from gasping as he teases her.
He knows what teasing does to her, and he always uses that to his advantage.
Finally he plants a kiss over her naval and allows his tongue to plunge into
her. She gasps audibly and her stomach jumps dramatically. He grins and
begins to chuckle as pulls out the rest of her blouse and lets it fall open
revealing her breasts. She isn't wearing a bra, that tells him she was
relaxing before she came over to his place. The only time she really wore a
bra was when she was going out in public and it was absolutely necessary.
For some reason she hated them. Her nipples are a coral color. Hard and
puckered they beg for his attention. Gently he takes one into his mouth and
begins to suck on it like a newborn. She moans with desire and locks her
legs around his waist so that he cannot move. Opening his mouth wider he
sucks more of her breast into it. She tightens her grip on him and begins to
thrust and grind her hips against him. She feels his steely hardness through
the material of his jeans, throbbing against her. She relaxes her grip on
him to allow him to undo her jeans. Grabbing the snap he pulls it open with
his teeth and unzips her. Opening her jeans her scent fills his nostrils and
the room. Putting his face deep into her, he inhales deeply and lets a small
moan of desire out. She is wearing a pair of athletic grey Calvin Klein
panties. He loves the way these particular pair hug her lower body. Lifting
herself up he grabs her jeans and yanks them down off her, throwing them
into a heap on the floor. She spreads her legs so he can see that she is
drenched. The material of her panties clings to her lips. He kneels before
her and plants soft gentle kisses on her inner thighs. She shivers
involuntarily and he begins to lick at her wetness with long broad strokes
of her tongue. He savors the taste of her and presses his face deeper and
deeper into her. Running her fingers through his hair she urges him to
penetrate her with his tongue. Clamping his mouth over her he begins to suck
and nibble on her sex. Thrusting her hips to maximize contact she feels the
familiar tingling radiating out from the centre of her being. Arching her
back she begins to tremble and then climax. Her orgasm is very strong and
wracks her entire body. He gulps down the fiery liquid that is his reward.
Wave after wave crash over her body as she trembles and feels the pleasure
begin to subside, replaced with a feeling of fulfillment. Crawling up to her
he kisses her deeply and passionately. She tastes her juices on him and
explores his mouth with her tongue. Rolling her so that she is on top of him
he begins to massage her ass as their tongues tease each other. Slipping his
hands into her panties his hands make contact with her flesh. The feeling is
electric. He kneads her flesh as his tongue probes her mouth. He playfully
slaps her ass as he kisses and nibbles her neck. "Ooooo . . . being
aggressive tonight. I LOVE it." She whispers in his ear. Her heavy breathing
fills his ear as he moves downward to the base of her neck. Straddling him
she pushes herself up so that he can suckle her breasts. Taking his tongue
he traces the edge of her breasts as they hang down teasing him. "Ohhhhh
yesssss . . . suck on them. Please. Suck on my breasts." Opening his mouth
he takes as much of the nipple and surrounding breast as he can. He sucks
deeply on her magnificent breasts alternating between the two of them. She
moves up and down rubbing herself against his hardness as he nurses on her
breasts. She lifts herself up to undo his jeans, freeing his hardness.
Pulling his jeans down he kicks them off. Reaching down she withdraws him
from his boxers. Lowering herself back down on him she feels his hardness
even better now that it is only separated by the thin cotton of her panties.
Rubbing herself against him she wets his cock with the excess juices from
her love tunnel. He presses into her using her panties to force himself out.
With each thrust she lets out a moan of delight. Only the tip of him enters
her and it only serves to heighten the arousal level of both of them.
Finally both of them can stand no more and he grasps the waistband with his
teeth and pulls them down. The sudden rush of cool air on her hot quim
causes goosebumps to appear all over her body. Slowly he slides himself into
her. Her hot wetness envelopes and cradles him. He begins by slowly
stroking, moving in and out of her so that she can feel every inch of him.
He loves the feel of her opening up and holding on to him. He begins to move
faster as she comes up to meet him, maximizing contact between their bodies.
With each stroke his pubic bone slaps against her clit sending waves and
waves of pleasure through her body. Feeling her on the edge he quickly
changes positions, rolling over so that she straddles him. It interrupts her
climax and she feels the waves subside. She loves the fact that he can
continue to take her to new heights of pleasure. It keeps their lovemaking
from becoming anything but routine. Slowly she raises and lowers herself
upon his steely hardness. He watches as her sex swallows his. Slowly at
first and then building speed and rhythm she begins to bounce up and down on
his cock. Her breasts bounce around as her speed picks up. She knows how
much this excites him and she wants him to give his excitement to her. His
hands go to her nipples, pinching and pulling on them as she rides him.
Finally her coaxing of him yields the desired results. He feels the familiar
tingling as he sits up and sucks her breasts into his mouth as his molten
seed shoots deep into her. At the first sign of his climax she begins her
own and they reach the plateau simultaneously. The vocalizations of their
combined desire fills the room as they collapse in a heap, her on top of
him. Pulling her close to him he stays inside her warm wetness until he
becomes flaccid. She kisses his chest and then places her head back down so
that she can hear his heartbeat. Gently he strokes her hair as he closes his
eyes and they both drift off to sleep. For the most of the evening the two
of them stay this way.