“We Really Shouldn’t Do This…”

“So, it’s done,” declared the message on Marcus’ phone. He breathed a sigh of relief at the news from his friend, Kelly.

He opened the message and replied “Bout damn time. How you doing?”

The message was sent, delivered and seen in quick succession. The icon showing that Kelly was typing popped up and disappeared twice, then the message came through, “I’m ok. Surprisingly ok since I’ve just dumped my boyfriend of a year. But I guess we knew this was coming for a while. I could do with some company, though.”

Marcus turned off his PlayStation and got off the sofa, then replied “Sure. I can be there in half an hour.”

“Mind if I come to yours? This place reminds me of Rob and I need a break.”

“Sure. Head up, I’ll cook.”

“Fuck no. I don’t want to add food poisoning to heartbreak.”

Marcus rolled his eyes and went to grab a shower, throwing on a plain white T-shirt and jeans as his door buzzed. He pressed the button to let Kelly in to the front door of his block of flats and listened as her footsteps climbed the stairs. She rounded the corner and he smiled at the sight of her.

“Hey you,” he said, and she hugged him, her head resting against his chest.

Kelly let herself linger there for a moment, his much larger frame and long arms around her making her feel safe, and his breathing next to her head feeling like a gentle lullaby.

“I didn’t cook,” Marcus said.

Kelly gave him a mock sigh of relief, “thank god. What have you got?”

“I have booze and ice cream.”

“Dude, you’re the best.”

“I know,” Marcus said as Kelly walked under his outstretched arm and headed into his kitchen, opening the cupboard.

One hour, one tub of ice cream and half a bottle of gin later, Marcus and Kelly were on his Marcus’ couch, their post mortem of Kelly’s relationship well underway.

Kelly had been over all of these details before with Marcus, but bless him, he listened again anyway. He knew she was trying to convince herself she’d done the right thing, not that she doubted it, but she still felt bad for breaking up with Rob, and that feeling needed soothing.

When she came to the end of her list, Marcus looked at her with a knowing look in his eyes.

“Whaaaat?” She asked, putting down her empty plate of ice cream and picking up her glass for another drink.

“There’s more, I can tell.”

“There is, but it’s private, you know?”

Marcus put down his glass after draining it, “If it’s bothering you, you can tell me.”

“I know, but…” Kelly tailed off. She wanted to tell him.

Kelly took another drink and thought “fuck it.”

“Ok, fine,” she said, “the sex was crap. I mean awful.”

“I see.”

“You’re not shocked?”

“I’m only shocked you stayed with him so long if the sex was bad.”

“Fair,” Kelly replied. “But oh my god it was BAD!”

It started to pour out of her, the floodgates were open.

“He barely knew what foreplay was, and he didn’t want to try anything that I was into. A year into a relationship we should exploring each other’s desires, you know? We should really know what the other likes. Not still hoping he might finger me a for a minute if I asked him nicely.”

“Wow, that’s pretty bad,” Marcus said, and Kelly suddenly remembered she was speaking to her closest male friend, and blushed.

“I’m sorry, too much info.”

“Not at all, Kels. It’s not like I thought you were a blushing virgin.”

“God no, far from it,” Kelly blurted out, then put her hand to her mouth, wishing she could pull those words back in.

“Oh, really?” Marcus smiled wickedly, raising his eyebrow.

“Shut it,” Kelly said, blushing bright red and feeling flushed. She surely hadn’t had that much to drink. Maybe it wasn’t the booze? Was it Marcus?

She looked at Marcus and drank him in, looking at him as if for the first time. She’d already known that he was a good looking guy. A big and tall guy, but with a solid jawline and soft hair, with a well-trimmed beard. She “knew” he was attractive, but that smile, it was doing something to her now that it hadn’t before.

“Can I get another drink?” Kelly said, needing a moment to herself.

“Sure,” he said, and stood up. She watched him leave, and realised for the first time that his ass looked good in jeans.

“Stop it, Kelly,” she whispered to herself.

“What was that?” Marcus said from the kitchen. Kelly tried to calm her heavy breathing before replying, “oh, nothing.”

Kelly put her hand to her chest and tried to breathe slower. She looked down at herself and swore internally. She looked a mess. She’d thrown on a pair of old jeans that her annoyingly big stomach stretched, and an ugly green vest that was tight across her small but pert breasts. She didn’t like how she looked and she knew she was in no state to act on her desires.

Then she caught her own train of thought… her “desires”? Since when was Marcus her desire. What did she even want? She wasn’t sure. All she knew was that she wanted him to come back, and he soon did, carrying a glass full of gin and lemonade.

Kelly looked him up and down and studied his body in more detail. He was over six foot tall and broad shouldered, and although he had a big stomach, his strong arms stretched the sleeves of his T-shirt and she pictured those arms holding her tight.

“You going to take this or just stare at it?” Marcus asked, the drink in his outstretched hand.

“Yeah, sorry,” Kelly said, taking the glass and drinking as he sat down.

“So,” he said, “what wouldn’t he do?”

Kelly spluttered on the gin, “Excuse me?”

“What wouldn’t Rob do? I’m curious.”

“Nosey, more like,” Kelly giggled, stalling as she divided her kinks into what she wanted Marcus to know, and what she was still too embarrassed to tell him.

“Go on, I have no secrets from you, after all.”

“True,” Kelly said, thinking about the talk they’d had about Marcus’ trouble with his ex, and their sex life. She felt a sudden stab of jealousy. She’d never liked Justine, and yet that two-faced cow had been lucky enough to have Marcus touch her. Oh god, she wanted Marcus to touch her…

“My ass,” Kelly blurted out, surprising herself. “He wouldn’t touch my ass.”

“When you say touch it?” Marcus asked, looking genuinely confused.

“Anything! Wouldn’t spank me, wouldn’t rub it…”

“Was that all you wanted?” He winked. He knew.

“Uh, no.”

“Go on, tell me,” he sat up, Kelly knew she had his full attention.

“Ok, fine. It’s on your head….” Kelly paused for a moment but the figured she’d already put a foot in the water, time to jump in. “Anal. The boy wouldn’t stick anything in me. All I wanted was a finger up my ass while we fucked. It’s not much to ask.”

“What an idiot,” Marcus said. “If he couldn’t do something so easy for his girlfriend, he didn’t deserve you.”

“I know, right?” Kelly said, putting her hand on Marcus’ arm in a genuinely friendly gesture, but as soon as she felt his bicep, she felt herself getting turned on. She quickly took her hand back.

Marcus took a sip of his drink then put the glass down. “So what else did you want from him?”

“Oh,” Kelly said, searching for something that didn’t involve admitting her most private kinks and possibly scaring Marcus off. “Eh, just basic stuff, you know? Like, when he wanted sex he’d just go right for my tits. There was no gentle touching. I can’t even remember the last time someone touched my face.”

“You like that?”

“Yeah, like, right here…” Kelly touched her cheek, part of her thinking this was the dumbest move ever and that he wouldn’t realise what she wanted and part of her hoping he would take the hint.

“Right there?” Marcus said, and he reached up. Kelly’s heart started to beat faster. His hand paused an inch from her face, awaiting her permission. She tried to talk but she couldn’t speak, so Kelly nodded.

Marcus’ hand gently brushed her cheek, sending electricity through her body. She could feel the roughness in his long, thick fingers and yet his touch was gentle.

Kelly closed her eyes, her brain running through a hundred possible outcomes of her various options. What if he was just being friendly, or flirting as a joke. There was no way he wanted her, right?

She opened her eyes and Marcus was watching her. She saw something in his eyes that she hadn’t seen in a long time. Desire.

Marcus’ hand moved down to her exposed shoulder, touching her skin. Kelly shuddered, her heart thudding inside her chest.

“We really shouldn’t do this,” Marcus said. Kelly’s heart stopped.

“Yeah, yeah, you’re right,” she had to role with it.

“It would be a bad idea, right?”

“Totally.”

Marcus was moving closer to her. She matched his movements.

“We’ve been friends for years…” he said.

“Yeah, friends,”

“We’re in each other’s friendzones.”

“Mmm.”

They were so close now that Kelly could smell the gin on Marcus’ breath and all she could do was mumble, until he said “Kiss me, Kelly.”

Kelly moved forward a little more and her wet lips met Marcus. For a moment they hung there, their lips together, until they began to kiss properly. Kelly felt Marcus’ hand reach up to brush her dark hair back and pull her in closer. That was it, that was the intimacy she’d been missing. In one kiss, she felt more alive than in the last year of a relationship.

Kelly put her hands on Marcus’ chest and touched him as they embraced, and he followed suit. His large hand brushing over her right breast before he rested his palm on her chest.

“Are you ok? You’re breathing hard.”

Kelly was sure she’d have blushed deeper if she could have. “I just need this so badly…”

She couldn’t believe what she’d just said, but Marcus kissed her softly again, and said “I know what you need…”

He slid off the couch and onto his knees in front of her, and his hands ran down her body, across her stomach, then undid the button and zip of her jeans.

Kelly was suddenly self conscious about her body and started to stammer. Marcus looked up at her, that gorgeous smile still on his lips. He wanted this, she knew it. And she knew that how she looked wouldn’t put him off. That look he had settled all her fears.

She laid back in the sofa and let him pull down her jeans and her underwear in one, powerful pull. Kelly had never been manhandled before, this was new, she wasn’t sure if she liked it but she opened her legs to her friend, wishing she’d shaved her pussy recently, but Marcus didn’t care. He kissed the inside of her left thigh, then a little higher, and higher, making his way up her leg. Kelly was quivering by the time he reached her pussy, and just as she was about to give into the urge to scream “oh just lick me, you teasing bastard,” she felt his rough tongue caress her lips. Marcus expertly played with her, his tongue painting a masterpiece on her body, every so often flicking her clit.

Kelly shuddered at every twist and turn he made, until he heaved her legs onto his shoulders and went in deeper, reaching up and grabbing her tits, massaging them in his powerful fingers and sucking on her clit. Kelly reached down and put her fingers through his dark hair, holding onto him.

Ok, she decided. She liked being manhandled.

It took only minutes for the pressure to build up to boiling point, and Kelly felt the dam begin to burst. Just before it did, Marcus slid one of his fingers inside her and she cried out, cumming with her friends mouth on her clit.

Kelly pulled Marcus up as she sat up straight, kissing him deeply, tasting herself on his tongue.

“Bedroom,” Kelly said. Marcus nodded. They stood up, Kelly’s legs shaking a little, and Marcus led her to his bedroom.

Kelly looked around as she entered the room, realising she hadn’t been in here since he’d re-painted, and she laughed at her own train of thought taking in little, inconsequential details. Marcus turned to her and kissed her again, wrapping his big arms around her. Kelly felt herself melting into him as his hands stroked her back, reaching lower and lower until he gripped the bottom of her vest and lifted it up.

Without thinking, Kelly’s hands covered her stomach, hoping again that Marcus wouldn’t be put off. She cursed her own shyness and lack of confidence as he looked at her. No, he wasn’t looking, he was staring. He was simultaneously in awe of her and looking ready to ravish her.

Kelly had rarely felt truly attractive. She had her good days where she could beat away her own negative body image, but right now, in this moment, seeing how much Marcus wanted her, she felt like the most beautiful person on earth.

Kelly reached behind her back and unhooked her bra, feeling more confident with Marcus than she ever had with Rob. The bra fell to the floor and she stood before him, completely naked and completely his.

Marcus removed his top and dropped his jeans to the floor, wearing only his briefs, and came towards her. He brushed her hair from her face and let his hand linger behind her head, then pulled her in for another deep kiss, the passion in his embrace overwhelming Kelly. He turned her around so that her back was to the bed and lay her down.

Kelly closed her eyes and sighed as Marcus slowly kissed his way up her body, her thighs, her groin, her stomach, her breasts… every inch treated with the same tender attention as the rest.

Marcus took one of her small breasts in his mouth and played with her hard nipple, sucking on it, then softly pinching it between his teeth and gently blowing on it, his breath on her wet nipple sending a deep shiver through her body. Her pussy was wet again and she felt a powerful need to feel his fingers inside her.

Kelly put her hand on Marcus’ face and guided him to hers, kissing him as he laid next to her. Their hands began to wonder and Kelly reached down, her fingertips brushing the erect cock in his pants. She started to picture all the things she wanted to do with that cock until Marcus’ fingertips found her wet pussy and traced a line from the bottom of her pussy to her clit, making her mind go blank.

Kelly opened her legs wide, inviting him inside. Marcus slowly teased her with the tips of his fingers, opening her wet pussy and stroking the inside of her lips. As she started to relax into his strokes, he pushed a little deeper, massaging her pussy and the surrounding skin. Kelly was aching for him to penetrate her, but she knew he would eventually. Her instinct told her that her needs would be met.

It didn’t take long for Marcus to do just that, and the tip of his middle finger pushed inside. He started to massage her, exploring her, becoming familiar with the environment and opening her up for a second finger which soon arrived. As the second finger entered her, Kelly let out a soft moan, “Marcus…” she said.

Marcus leaned close to her and kissed her softly on the lips as his fingers found their rhythm, sliding in and out, pushing deeper and deeper into her. Kelly thought she was in heaven, until his thumb started circling her clit. Now she was in heaven.

Marcus played with her like this for a while, how long for she wasn’t sure, as she lost track of time, lost in the pleasure that was building up. Soon his two fingers were joined by a third, and Marcus adjusted his position next to her. Kelly wasn’t sure why he was getting a better angle.

“What are you…” she asked, and then she realised what he was doing.

From this angle, Marcus’ middle finger reached her G spot, and he stroked with the same deep pressure he’d used everywhere else he touched her, as his ring and forefingers continued to penetrate her, and the bottom of his palm massaged her clit.

“Oh god,” Kelly said, knowing her orgasm was coming, but she couldn’t wait any longer. “Faster,” she said. Marcus obliged.

His fingers started to move faster and faster, still hitting her G spot, but fucking her with a passionate fury that made her bite her lip.

Kelly grabbed a handful of his sheets as the orgasm hit her, and she felt the pressure inside her release. It had been a long, long time since she’d cum so hard that she’d made a mess, and she’d done it to herself.

As the orgasm subsided, she became aware of Marcus’ fingers slowly pulling out of her, and massaging her pussy. Making her shaking body feel the orgasm a little longer without overdoing it.

“I…” she gasped, her mouth dry. “I need…”

“What do you need, Kels?”

“You. Your cock. I need it.”

Marcus kissed her again, and wrapped her arm around her shoulders, holding her until she felt her body start to respond to commands again.

Kelly slowly got to her knees beside him and kissed down Marcus’ chest. He sat up to kiss her but she put a finger to his lips and he laid down.

Kelly pulled down his briefs and set her sights on her friend’s cock for the first time. It was already hard for her, 6 inches long, a nice, thick girth, and a large head. Kelly’s mouth watered and fought the urge to dive onto it, deciding she would tease Marcus the way he’d teased her.

Kelly the tip of her tongue from the base of his cock to the tip, tasting a sliver of pre-cum. Sweet, she thought. She’d never sucked a sweet tasting cock before. Kelly positioned herself beside Marcus and bent down, licking his thick cock over and over. She shot a glimpse back at him and felt a wave of satisfaction when she realised he was captivated by her ass.

Marcus reached out to her and caressed her ass cheeks as her licking continued. She moaned as his hands wandered, rubbing her cheeks and brushing against her asshole.

Bastard, she thought, smirking. He’s trying to tease me while I’m teasing him. Well, I’m not going to let him distract me.

Kelly licked her lips and took the head of his cock in her mouth, hearing him moan. His hands stopping their work for a moment then started again. Kelly worked more of his stiff length into her mouth and he moaned her name.

“Kels…”

She was surprised to realise how much she loved hearing him say her name. Kelly lost herself in pleasuring her friend, taking him as deeply in her mouth as she could. As she did, Marcus’ fingers found their way to her pussy again, and as he touched her she realised she was still dripping wet.

Marcus started rubbing her clit and she felt her pleasure building again. She wasn’t going to get him off before he made her cum, she knew it. Kelly moaned with his cock still in her mouth then she made her choice. She knew what she wanted.

Kelly turned to Marcus and she told him, “I want you to fuck me.”

“Ok,” Marcus said, then reached for his bedside drawer and opened it. Kelly saw a box of condoms inside, but she stopped him.

“Marcus, I’m on birth control, and I got tested pretty recently. I’ve not done anything with Rob since. Let’s do this, you and me. Nothing between us.”

Marcus looked into her eyes for a moment, then closed the drawer. Kelly flung her leg over him, straddling his crotch and positioned herself so that the head of his cock was touching her wet lips.

Kelly paused playfully, winking at Marcus “you sure, no going back after this?”

Marcus reached up to her face and pulled her in close, kissing her deeply as he placed his other hand on her lower back.

“I know,” he said, and he pulled her down onto his cock. Kelly gasped as his thick cock stretched her pussy. She let herself take in his entire member and when she opened her eyes, panting, she realised Marcus had done the same thing.

He was inside her. Her friend’s bare cock was inside her pussy, and Kelly had never felt so alive. Kelly began to rock back and forth, getting used to him, but that didn’t take long. Soon Marcus’ cock was sliding in and out of her easily and Kelly was starting to buck her hips.

Suddenly, Marcus rolled her over, with him now on top. He stood up, pulling out of her and stood at the edge of the bed. He grabbed her thighs and dragged her across the bed towards him, positioned the head of his cock at her entrance, and pushed deep into her.