Dylynn DeSaint

T he bedroom is softly lit by the candles she’s placed around the outside of the bed. Taking my hand, she guides me to the big king-sized bed with red satin sheets. I watch her in silence, gazing into her eyes as she unbuttons my blouse and tosses it onto the chair nearby. Her face is intense as she strips me bare. Stopping momentarily, she feasts on my nudity and flashes a wicked grin.

I move to touch her shirt and she brushes my hand aside. Standing naked like that and, she with all her clothes on, leaves me feeling vulnerable, yet I shudder inwardly in anticipation.

The wetness pooling between my thighs betrays any attempt at hiding my excitement. Instinctively, I part my legs and let the night air cool the slick juices. She notices this and runs her hand agonizingly slow near the wet entrance and on the inside of my thigh, but makes no attempt to penetrate me with her fingers.

As she moves her body closer to me, I brace myself. I am her prey and she is the sinewy, feminine creature of my dreams. She surrounds me with her burning hot sensual energy, wickedly calculating each move to drive my senses wherever she damn well pleases. Every muscle in my body is tensed.

When her hands make contact with my breasts, I flinch involuntarily and suck in my breath from the heat of her touch. I watch them travel up and around each one and down to my stomach. The darkness of her ebony skin contrasts beautifully against the milky paleness of my flesh. I cover her hands with mine and together we travel the smooth terrain of my body. Her touch, both gentle and warm, creates a sensual image in my head of how beautiful our bodies look intertwined.

My nipples ache to be touched, sucked and teased. She obliges my desire by tonguing each one, coaxing them to become beautifully hard.

Holding my hips, she turns me around and grinds her crotch against my bare ass. The rough fabric of her jeans accentuates my nudity but it also excites me. I feel the hardness in her groin and my heart jumps. I can barely contain myself, knowing what this means. Moving sensuously against her, I arch my back so that my ass is rubbing against the strap-on dildo in her pants. I moan softly and whimper impatiently, letting her know that my desire for her is rising.

She gently pushes me down on the bed. Lying there, face down, I hear her removing her clothes behind me.

“Don’t turn around.”

I do as she says, waiting anxiously, closing my eyes and taking in the softness of the satiny sheets underneath my naked body.

Soon she joins me. Crawling from behind, she lies on top of me, her breasts and stomach resting on my back. Her skin feels wonderfully warm and inviting. I close my eyes and take in the luxurious feeling of being enveloped by her silky body.

“Take me, fuck me; please do anything to me! ” I tell her as she kisses my neck and shoulders.

She responds by pushing herself up on her hands and straddling me. I feel the dildo moving in the crevice between my ass cheeks.

Her soft caresses on my back are driving me wild. Satiny lips trace a path along my shoulders where her hands have been and a chill runs up and down my spine each time her breasts lightly brush against the skin on my back. Soon she moves over me and positions herself behind me.

Both of her hands are now on my thighs, opening my legs and spreading my pussy open to meet her tongue. The wetness between my legs finds its way onto her lips as she laps at me in long, slow strokes. I move against her mouth, pushing my pussy onto the tongue that is bringing me such exquisite pleasure.

I want her to fuck me with the dildo that she has strapped on. I beg her to give me the release that I need. She ignores my pleas. Instead, I now feel her tongue on the opening of my ass. I try to squirm away from her but she holds me in place and begins to dip her tongue into the tight bud. Soon the sensation and wetness begins to take on a shockingly pleasurable feeling. I allow her to continue and soon feel the sensation of being prodded and filled. She has inserted a finger into my ass and is fucking me gently with it. When I realize what she is doing and is about to do with the dildo, I plead with her to not take me in that way, but she holds me tightly and continues to fuck me with her finger.

“Relax; hold still, baby-girl, ” she coos.

Soon she withdraws it and I feel the dildo pressing against the tight opening of my ass. I try desperately to resist but she grips my hips tightly and plunges forth until the dildo is buried deep inside.

“Ugh! ” I gasp, unaccustomed to being fucked like this.

Brushing her lips against my neck, she lies on me, giving me time to adjust to the thick silicone cock inside of me.

“After I’m done with you, you’re going to come begging me for more, ” she whispers in my ear with sultry confidence.

“Yesss…, ” I say, uttering in a low groan, moving my hips against her.

She starts to pump the dildo in my ass slowly, grinding it deeper and deeper each time. Soon though, she becomes an animal, biting my neck and shoulders as she pumps roughly into me, using her weight to keep my body pinned to the bed. The pain I initially felt now turns to pleasure as I welcome each delicious bite and thrust. I know that I will find marks on my skin in the morning but don’t care. I love being engulfed by her passion.

In one smooth motion, she pulls me up on my knees while still inside and wastes no time fucking me harder. I can feel her pussy grinding into my ass in an attempt to push the dildo even deeper. Trying desperately to keep from collapsing onto my belly, I writhe under her body as my own is pushed forward from the force of her thrusts. My face thrashes against the pillow she has laid out for me. Soft moans escape my lips and my fingers clutch at the sheets beneath me. She is relentless, pounding herself into my body.

“Beg me to fuck you harder, ” she demands.

“Please…oh gawd, yesssss, ” I moan in a hoarse and jagged whisper. Completely delirious with pleasure, I’m experiencing sensations that I’ve never encountered before.

I am keenly aware that I have raised my ass up higher to receive each and every wicked stroke of the dildo as it glides smoothly in and out of me. It is if I am in another world. My body is reacting to the fire, the electricity of her touch until I soon become no longer aware of the sounds that I make.

My soul is lost in the heat emanating from our bodies. I have completely surrendered to her at this moment. There is nothing that I will not do for her. I wanted her to take possession of me completely and she has.

I scream out in both pain and pleasure as she pulls me upwards, with my back resting against her breasts. She is kneeling, leaning back on her legs as I sit impaled on the dildo, my legs spread wide apart on each side of her thighs.

She reaches her arms around me and cups my breasts. She has dipped her fingers into my pussy and is now using that wetness to stroke my nipples. Slowly, she traces each one, lingering until I think that I cannot endure her touch any longer. I sigh out loud and watch her leave a glistening trail on each one. Her hands, wet and scented from my sex, edge their way up my neck and to my chin. She puts her pussy-moistened fingers to my lips and I lick and suck each one languorously as she holds them out to me.

I feel her breath on my neck and then the softness of her lips burning on my skin. Just when I think that my body can no longer take it anymore, she thrusts the dildo upward and bites softly into my shoulder. At that moment, I shudder and my body trembles with the most exquisite orgasm I’ve ever felt. I reach up and pull her arms against my breasts as my body shakes with each wave of pleasure that overtakes my soul. She holds me close, supporting my body with hers as I collapse against her, my head resting against her neck.

She kisses my temple as my breathing returns to normal. I can feel wetness on my cheek as she kisses the side of my face and holds me even closer. Warm tears fall from her eyes onto my face and begin to flow down my neck. I can feel her body shake as she cries softly, unable to control her emotions, each sob muffled by my hair as she buries her face in it.

Beep…Beep…Beep…Beep…BEEEEP! …BEEEEEEEP! …BE EEEEEP!

The alarm clock shrieks loudly and abruptly wakes me. I’m stunned and discombobulated. My fingers fumble clumsily in an attempt to find the snooze button. Hitting it, I’m finally able to turn the damned thing off.

Wow, what a dream. That was so freaking hot! I wipe the sweat from my forehead and stretch languorously.

Yawning and with half-open eyes, I look across the bed and see the still slumbering form of my best friend, Shaundrice, snoring on the other side.

We had both been at a party, drank way too heavily and somehow ended up at my apartment and in my bed. But why wasn’t she sleeping on the couch? Shit!

Wait…it was her in my dream! She was fucking me.

A moment of panic hits me as I attempt to recall the events of the last few hours.

I turn away from her and lay on my side squeezing my eyes closed in attempt to get my mind to wake up and process my thoughts. In doing so, I roll over onto a wet spot on the bed. Wincing, I feel between my legs…I’m wet.

Can it be true? Did I have sex with her? I’m on the verge of hyperventilating. I can’t even begin to fathom that after all these years we’d do anything so stupid. I’ve always fantasized about what it would be like if we made love and had even been attracted to her in the past, but had never crossed the boundaries of our friendship, ever.

I lay there, afraid to look down on the floor for fear of finding leftover remnants of the dirty deed. I dread finding any evidence of a heated tryst.

Slowly I peer over the side of the bed…nothing. I sit up quietly and look over the foot of the bed…still nothing. Lying back down, I let out a big sigh of relief.

I hold my breath as she rustles about, getting into a more comfortable position and then returns back to a peaceful sleep. When she stops moving I allow my body to relax. I lay there, still looking around the bed and the nightstands, checking for tale-tell signs that might have been left behind. Out of the corner of my eye I spot what looks like a small flat bottle of lubricant peeking out of the underside of her pillow. I want to get a closer look but I’m afraid to wake her. Sucking in my breath, I slowly edge closer and closer toward her to get a better look. I still can’t make out what it is. My cheek is now lying flat against the bed and only one foot away from her face. With two fingers, I carefully latch onto it, ready to pull it out from under the pillow when a long stretchy drop of drool from her mouth lands on my hand. I cringe but hold perfectly still, watching the clear fluid as it leaves a shiny path on my skin and makes its way toward the bed. Shaking off my squeamishness, I proceed to tug at the object.

She stirs again. I pull my hand away quickly, in a panic. I watch her as she grabs the corner of the pillow and tugs it under her head, effectively burying the plastic bottle out of my sight. Argh! To make matters worse, her forearm is now completely blocking any path I might have to the pillow.

I give up!

Staring up at the ceiling, I rationalize that it was probably one of those little bottles of hand disinfectant. I knew she always carried one in her pocket. Maybe in her sleep, she pulled it out. That had to be it. I stopped worrying about it any further, convinced that I was letting my imagination get out of control.

So it was a dream!

Damn, what a relief!

Now that I felt safe, I tried to recollect everything I could remember about it all in my head. I guess subconsciously I really would like to be fucked by her but was very satisfied with an occasional fantasy. She frequently confided in her sexual escapades in high school and even up until now, so I knew almost everything about her and the one-night stands or occasional girlfriend. I definitely got the impression she was a fantastic lover. I even teased her about it, calling her “King Daddy Stud Muffin.” She’d laugh and wink, cockily admitting that it was true.

“Once you go black, sistah, you never go back, ” she’d brag.

“Yeah, well, once you go blonde, you…you…oh hell…quit bragging, Shaundrice! ” I’d always reply, never able to come up with a good enough retort to top her.

It was a miracle that we became friends. I grew up in a typical middle class neighborhood on Long Island. She lived in Queens. Our worlds collided back in high school when our two basketball teams met during a heated championship game.

Brenda, a girl, from the opposing team, was playing and I had a huge crush on her. The sight of that basketball jersey clinging to her sweaty, voluptuous body always made me instantly wet and hot. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her.

Instead of keeping my eyes on the ball and who had it, I threw a quick glance Brenda’s way. What I didn’t see was Shaundrice barreling down the court headed in my direction. When I turned around, it was too late.

“Owww! ” I screamed as her elbow made contact with my nose, making a sickening cracking sound, as she flew up to make a shot. Pain shot through my face and jaw instantly. Instinctively I brought my hands to my face when I felt the wetness. Blood flowed everywhere, like a river onto my jersey.

“Damn, that looks bad.” Shaundrice smirked as she looked at my face from a short distance away.

“You freakin’ broke my nose! ” I yelled at her, holding my jersey to my nose to try to stem the flow. I couldn’t believe her indifference.

“If you hadn’t been staring at Brenda’s tits, you would’ve’ seen me coming, girlfriend! ” she countered. “That…” She pointed to my nose as she walked away. “…is why you got to keep your eyes on the damn ball, boo! ”

I had to leave the court for the rest of the game. Incredibly, the next day, the phone rang and it was Shaundrice. She said she felt bad about what happened and wanted to make it up to me. We went out for coffee and the rest is history. She liked my spunk and said that I wasn’t a bad basketball player for a skinny white girl from Long Island. We’ve been friends ever since, each one still trying to top the other.

As I lie in bed, I try to pick up where we left off in the dream. My pussy is throbbing and in a state of urgent need. I turn on my stomach and reach down between my legs. Finding my clit, I rub it gently and then dip my fingers into my pussy. Returning my wet fingers back to the center of wicked pleasure, I slide them over and over my clit again, roughly feeling the heat build in my groin. Soon my mind and feverish body are entering the ecstatic point of no return. I feel a climax coming on and groan quietly as a deliciously strong orgasm begins to roll through my body like a huge tidal wave, rendering me helpless and painfully struggling to be quiet so as not to wake her.

“Ahhhhhhhh! ” I hoarsely whisper, waiting for my orgasm to subside.

Fortunately, she is a hard sleeper and doesn’t move. I’m relieved.

Almost immediately, I fall blissfully back asleep once I’ve come.

While in a deep sleep, I stir slightly when I feel the sensation of something brushing against my neck. Mmmmm…

Soon, I feel weight on my body. I open my eyes.

Straddling over my hips, I feel the heat from Shaundrice’s hot crotch searing through the sheet onto my back.

She purrs in my ear. “Pretty white girl from Long Island, you ready for round two? ”

It wasn’t a dream after all!

Holy freakin’ mother of God, I am screwed…literally!

I’m glad she can’t see my face because I’m holding it between my hands with my mouth open in a silent scream, like that blonde kid in the movies.

“Your body is so hot, baby. I want to fuck you again.”

She’s kissing my neck, nipping at my shoulders and licking my skin.

I grimace and grit my teeth as I flinch and yelp with each nip, twisting my body and writhing with her still on top. She interprets this as me getting turned on.

“Wooohooo! ” she hoots. “You go, girl! Baby likes it rough! ”

She’s laughing gleefully as she slaps my ass every time I squirm.

If it were someone else, this would be comical situation. The more I buck and fidget, the more she scolds and delivers a slap to my butt. Soon the slaps are getting harder and harder, to the point of stinging. She’s not laughing anymore either.

Whack! This blow is much harder than the rest. The skin on my ass is getting hot, yet I find myself inexplicably wanting more. The pain is transforming itself into a delicious, sultry burning pleasure.

“Oh! ” I yelp as she delivers yet another slap.

I involuntarily tighten my ass cheeks and grind my hips into the bed in violent reaction. Moisture is seeping between my legs as I slide my thighs together with each thrash of her hand. Whether I want it to or not, my body is surrendering to her, despite my apprehension about what this will do to our friendship.

Suddenly she shifts and pulls the sheet away from my body. Her hand tugs at my panties while she uses her upper body to hold me down now. I feel her tongue as it darts around the outside of my ear, sliding up and down until she finds my earlobe and sucks on it. Chills run down both my arms and legs. Soft moans escape my mouth and my pussy aches with unrelenting tension.

I feel the familiar warmth of her breasts as they press into my back.

“Wait! ” I exclaim, pushing her gently off of my body and away from me.

She looks surprised and stares blankly at me.

“We made love last night because we were drunk! What’s this going to do to us? What about our friendship? ”

“Nothing is going to change, ” she says, totally in denial.

Of course everything will change; how could it not? I think to myself as I stare back at her for a few minutes in silence. But what’s done is done. My body doesn’t want to stop and I’m going to ignore my heart.

“What does your king daddy stud muffin want to hear, baby? ” she asks in a low, taunting voice as she crawls on her knees and back over my body.

“So much for our friendship…this is much better. Fuck me harder this time, lover, ” I reply, raising my ass for whatever she has to deliver.

“Thas’ my girl.”