Good Friends Make Great Lovers

The door opened to reveal a beautiful, well-dressed woman, wrapped in a tailored dress and blouse that looked like it was hand-crafted just for her. Deep, liquid brown eyes, softened by a wide smile, greeted me and made my breath catch a little. Archana gestured into her apartment and I walked in, noticing her sandals already kicked off neatly by the door, a small, domestic detail that somehow made the impending shift in our friendship feel more real.

"Did you have any trouble finding the place?" She asked with a smile in her voice, a glass of red wine already in her hand.

I smiled back as she shut the door, the heavy click sealing out the humid coastal air. "Not really. Google got me here pretty easy, but it was absolutely no help finding me a place to park. Mangalore traffic is one thing, but finding a spot in this neighborhood on a Friday? That's the real challenge." We both laughed at that, the familiar rhythm of our banter acting as a bridge.

I followed her into the living room, noticing as I went how nice her place actually was. I guess I expected all these new high-rises to be nice, but hers was elegant. This really shouldn't have surprised me, I guess, because Archana was one of the more sophisticated people I knew. She could drink like a college student and swear like a sailor when she wanted to, but still, she spent an inordinate amount of time hand-making much of her dress clothing. She had been a fashion designer before finding her job at the newspaper; she'd realized she hated being forced to make money from her hobby, and reporting on the industry was so much more her pace.

Lata and I had met her at a work function where she was a friend's +1. We found out that we had many similar interests and we'd hit it off ever since, drifting into a comfortable, high-IQ friendship that always felt like it had a low-voltage current running beneath it.

"You know, I gotta say," she began, handing me my own glass from the coffee table. The wine it held was fruity, smooth, and just a little bit peppery. I smiled after my sip. She continued, "At Deepak's party last week, when everyone was talking about that couple in the paper who said the secret to keeping their marriage together for the last 30 years was having an open arrangement, you made that joke. Someone said, 'Marriages are like a fine wine, they get better with time,' and you just had to jump in: 'No, no, the other one. They should be opened and shared with others.' Everyone thought you were just being the funny guy and busted up laughing."

I smiled at the memory. Admittedly, I run toward being the funny guy if I'm in a group of people, and sometimes I just can't help but skate the line too close. It's a defense mechanism, or maybe just a way to see who's brave enough to follow the thought. "Yeah," I said with a coy smile and took another sip of Malbec.

"Well, I was talking to Megha the other day," Archana said, her voice dropping into a more private register. "And she let slip that you and Lata showed her a great time a few weekends ago, and then Lata by herself a couple times after that." She clutched her wine glass nervously with both hands. She hesitated for a second, not unsure, just... aware of what this meant. Once the words were out, the "just friends" label was officially on the table for dissection.

I grimaced slightly, acknowledging the truth. "Lata can have a bit of an appetite."

Archana took a longer drink. To get her courage up? Maybe she just liked the wine. "Well, just to see... that's why I started texting you and flirting. I guess I just... I either didn't think it was real, and Megha was being a weirdo, or..." Her voice trailed off.

"You didn't think I was interested." I smiled and brushed some hair back over her ear. Her skin was warm, and the contact felt heavy with permission. "Relax... I'm not that guy. If you weren't into it, I wouldn't even be here." She smiled back, looked to the floor, then back up to me. I was used to being more similar in height, but I noticed she was in stockings instead of her usual heels.

"Megha got shit-faced drunk and made out with Lata one night when she came over to watch the match," I said, leaning into her space. "I came back from the kitchen with a plate of snacks and found her with a hand up Lata's jersey and their tongues in each other's mouths." I could feel the faint hum of the AC and the distant sound of a rickshaw horn outside. "I've been interested in you since day one, but at the time, you were all into that band jerk, and seemed happy, so I was hands off."

I wrapped my left arm around her waist, pulling her closer. I could feel her warmth through my shirt. Her soft breasts pressed against my chest, and I'd moved so that her leg was between mine. I know she could feel my growing hardness. I leaned in so that my lips were just centimeters from her ear.

"He's gone, and now I'm here... and would love to put my hands on..." I paused, my words quiet and breathy. My empty hand glided up and down her back, stopping just at the curve of her ass, then back up to the base of her neck. "Would you like that?" I asked in a whisper.

"Oh fuck yes," she replied, her own voice barely a breath. Her arms were around me, but tentatively, like she didn't believe this was happening. Like one squeeze too much and the bubble would pop, leaving her in the living room alone. But I wasn't going anywhere. I stepped back and took the wine from her hand and placed both glasses down on the table.

Two strong hands gripped her hips. She put her arms around my neck and I leaned in for a soft yet passionate kiss. Her lips were eager and full, her perfume exotic yet familiar. Our tongues danced in each other's mouths and our lips nipped and played with each other. I gripped a little firmer with my hands and guided her back past the couch and against the wall. Our faces never left each other's, and as I felt the wall stop our progress, I released her hips. My left hand buried itself into her hair at the base of her skull, its strong fingers softly kneading the warm skin there. The right hand explored this woman's body as much as it could. It curled down and firmly traced the arc of her ass cheek, kneading and caressing the firm flesh there.

She moaned in my mouth the more I grabbed at her. My hand left her hair and found its own ass cheek to squeeze. I leaned into her and licked and kissed her neck from her clavicle to her ear. There was a subtle tang of perfume that competed for my attention with the taste of clean, salty skin, the specific scent of Mangalore humidity. "What a wonderful taste," I said between kisses. She let out a short giggle in response, her tension finally breaking into pure desire.

I moved my mouth back up to her ear. "You okay if I take the lead?" I asked in a husky whisper. "I remember you saying you liked that."

A smile struck across her brightly painted red lips. "Yes, please. You're in charge," she said, her voice barely audible.

"Yeah... just like that," I said. I couldn't see her wide, nervous smile, but I could feel it in the way she relaxed against the wall.

My hands moved from her ass to her wrists. Gently I raised them above her head and held them there, the backs of her hands held strong against the wall. "Don't move them, ok?" I said firmly. She nodded, her eyes locking onto mine with a new kind of intensity.

I stepped back and admired her body. Archana was thin and curvy, exactly the silhouette I'd spent months imagining. She had great legs wrapped in black stockings. I was always a sucker for stockings, and I'd noticed that these had the seam down the back and everything. It was the perfect example of why it was fun to have more than one woman. I loved Lata with all my soul, but she hated stockings. And yet here I was, getting to play with some great legs wrapped in silk.

Archana's skirt was elegant, topped with a thin belt. Her white blouse showed just enough curve. She was convinced her breasts weren't very impressive, but I'm a whole-package man. When I want breasts, Lata has all that I'll ever need, but right now, I wanted the lean, artistic lines of Archana.

I knelt and slowly reached for her left ankle. I encircled it with my hands and gently moved upwards, my hands following the curve and flow of her muscular legs. The stockings were silky smooth to the touch and I caressed and kneaded her legs as I moved upward. I moved at a slow and steady pace, finally exploring under her dress. Unconsciously she parted her legs for me.

I smiled inwardly. I wasn't ready to play just yet; the anticipation was half the fun.

My left hand traced her inner thigh all the way up to where her leg hooked on. The back of my hand found no panties on her hairless mound as it then moved past to find her ass cheek from the front, and my right hand found the complicated straps of the garter belt. I made a special effort to avoid her center, instead enjoying the hot skin of her mound, her ass cheek, and the curve of her thigh.

A little faster than I went up, I traced her skin back down. I repeated the same on her right leg, savoring the feel and view as I looked up at her glamorous form, stretched up for me to play with, eyes closed and face cast toward the ceiling. This time, when my right hand found her leg crease, I could feel some wetness there, and gently rubbed it with the back of my hand. She reached her hands down to my head, and I stopped. "Hands back up, please," I said firmly but softly. I watched her smile and do as she was asked. When her arms were back up to full height, I resumed the gentle teasing with my knuckles and the back of my hand.

"Mmmmm..." she cooed. She shifted her hips gently toward me, trying for more stimulation.

Gently, I removed my hands from her and stood. Looking her directly in the eye, I made a show of giving the back of my right hand a long lick. She was delicious. Sweet and tangy. I closed my eyes for a second to enjoy the moment. "God... you're something else," I said with approval.

She stood, looking at me, the fire of lust behind her eyes, pupils dilated and cheeks flushed. Her wide smile was not just a little mischievous looking, it was hungry.

I tugged her blouse from her skirt. "You really are a beautiful woman. I'm really looking forward to this," I said with a grin.

Slowly I began to unbutton her blouse from the bottom. When I could get two hands in, I stopped and ran my hands around her midsection to her back and then to her belly, going back and forth between the two areas. I knew from past conversations that this was a point of nervousness for her, and I made a point to luxuriate in the feeling of her soft skin. My smile widened. "You have great skin. I love feeling you," I said. "I think you can feel how hard you've made me." With an embarrassed smile, she nodded and looked away for a moment before again meeting my gaze.

I resumed my unbuttoning and at the top, opened her shirt with a flourish. "My god," I said. She really was lovely. Her bra was a sexy black lacy number that looked like it cost more than some of my suits. Much to my delight, it hooked in the front.

Without much fanfare, I unhooked it, and swept shirt and bra to the sides, framing her small pert breasts in black and white cloth. Arms up, they stood out and proud, demanding my attention. My god, she had great nipples, and I leaned in and took one in my mouth. I couldn't help it; I have a pretty bad nipple problem. This pulled a long low moan from her sweet lips. I ran my tongue around her nipple for a few seconds, suckling and taking as much of her breast as I could into my mouth before reluctantly releasing it and leaning away to look at my handiwork.

Her nipple stood hard as a stone, firm and proud. Fuck, I love that. There's just something undeniably feminine about that, and I loved it so much and hers were wonderful. The contrast between one painfully hard nipple and one slowly hardening in the cool air was fascinating. I reached my hands out and cupped her breasts.

On several occasions she'd commented on 'one day' getting implants, but seeing her in the flesh, they just fit her body so damn well. I told her so. "I'm glad you haven't messed with these," I said, reaching out and cupping a breast in each hand. "They fit you perfectly." I ran my thumbs over her nipples in circles, making sure they stayed hard as I stared at them. "They fit my hands perfectly."

"Maybe you just have small hands," she said, clearly not used to my level of breast worship.

I rolled her sensitive nipples between fingers and thumb, and fixed her gaze with mine. "No negative self-talk please. I love what I see, and negative comments could be construed to mean that I have bad taste. I can very much guarantee that I do not." Her eyes closed at the teasing.

My right hand left her breast while she still had her eyes closed and I reached down under her dress, lifting the hem and dragging my middle finger through her wet folds gently in one motion. Her breath caught from the sudden unexpected stimulation. I traced my finger up and down, slowly, careful to avoid the firm button of flesh at the top. Her legs parted even more and I continued my back-and-forth motions. Eventually, I leaned down a little and slid just the first joint into her, curling it back, and just barely hinting to her G-spot that I knew where it hid.

I stood back up, tracing my finger up as well, and letting it finally graze her nub. This was like a tiny electric shock to Archana's body and she jerked a little at the sudden intensity. I put my mouth on hers and she all but attacked me with her mouth. My hand on her breast let go and traced her arm up and grabbed both wrists, stretching her hands further up.

We kissed like that for a few more seconds before I pulled away and used my hand to turn her around by her arms. I grabbed an arm with either hand and brought them down. Gently, I pulled bra and blouse from her and tossed it aside before placing her hands back on the wall. I adjusted her angle so that it looked like she was being arrested. Hands out, head down, and ass out.

The work she'd been doing in the gym had been paying off. She had some pretty good definition in her back and shoulders, and I ran my hands over her body in approval. "Very nice, beautiful," I said. "I've wanted to look at your body even before you went all gym rat." She laughed. "I love that I get the chance now."

I kept running my hands over her, feeling each muscle and curve, letting her know I approved with small sounds of appreciation. I stopped after a few moments and turned to the stereo system. I put some jazz on, Dave Brubeck, letting the saxophone set the tone.

I walked back over to her as the first notes of Take Five played. I stepped behind her and reached under her dress, running my hand over her. I cupped her sex with my hand possessively and moved it back and forth a little. I enjoyed how her wet flesh felt in my hand and how she thrust her ass towards me, hungrily. I knelt to give my back a break, and toyed more with my fingers, letting them dance in her folds. I traced every piece of skin I could find, and eventually made a few small circles of her clit, feather-soft, with my index finger.

I could hear her breathing change, so I continued with those feather-light touches for a second before gently pushing my way inside. "MMMmmm Oh.. yess.." she hissed. I turned my palm down and sought out her G-spot. It was ever so subtle, but after a few seconds, I teased it back and forth with firm, gentle pressure. Her hips pushed back rhythmically. The sight of her like that was a little much for me to handle, so I withdrew my finger slowly and stood. I walked to the stereo, quietly unbuttoning my shirt as I went, and turned it up. Silently, I removed the rest of my clothes and walked back to her.

My erection was heavy and demanding as I approached her ass. Unceremoniously, I lifted her dress to rest on her back, exposing her. I stood behind her and grabbed at my cock. I stepped in a little and bounced the head up and tapped it against her sex. She jerked, then moaned a little as she realized what I held, my hot flesh against her skin for a second until I tapped again. She arched her back down a little and parted her thighs. I stepped back a second and coated the head of myself with a gob of spit, then placed my hard glans against her opening.

With aching slowness, and aided by the humidity making our skin slick, I slid in in one smooth motion. All I could hear was my heart pounding and her long, slow, soft moan. Finally, she let out a tender-sounding "Yesss," as my hips rested against her ass.

"I have only one rule, sweet girl," I said. I pulled out a little and thrust back in just as slow as last time. "Mmm... What's that?" She asked, the smile in her voice obvious.

"Don't cum until I say. Just tell me when you're close." I slid in and out a few more times, a little faster and a little harder. I loved going slow like this. "When... you get close..." I said between strokes. "Just say, stop." I stopped too.

"Aww..." she cooed.

"Poor baby," I said. I paused a second before pulling most of the way out and slamming home hard. This pulled a little yelp from her mouth but then I continued, hard and fast for a second. "I...promise...I'll...finish...you...off... just... on... my...schedule..." I stayed buried at the last word. I could tell her legs were a little weak, but she'd pushed back against my thrusts. Slowly I pulled out and pulled her into a standing position, turning her around at the same time.

I pulled at her skirt and belt, dropping it to the floor, then pulled her close to me. Our mouths met in the kiss of hungry lovers. I picked her up and walked towards the bedroom hallway. She pulled her mouth away for a second to say a breathy, "This...one," and opened the door.

I placed her down on the bed and she pushed me down onto my back. I was in charge, yeah, but I liked it, so I went with it. She moved her body down mine, positioned herself over my hardness, and plunged down. It was heaven. I held her and ran my hands on her back as we kissed. She began to ride me with her hips in a slow, gentle rocking motion. She was so wet and tight, I loved every motion. Suddenly she stopped. "Oh fuck," she said. "That was... too close."

"Mmmm," I said. "Yeah... just like that." I held her tight as she lay against me. I began to fuck up into her, hard and rapidly. "Oh... Holy... Ohh..." she said in whimpers. "Don't you fucking cum," I said in a growl, still pounding away. "Oh fuck.. then stop... plea..." I didn't let her finish her 'please' before I obeyed.

She lay on top of me, her full weight on my chest, breaths coming in pants, a fine sheen of sweat on her back. Sexy. I moved my hands under her ass cheeks and pulled up a little, scooting myself down until I was looking up at her sex, her kneeling over me. I lapped and licked at her, savoring the flavor of sweat and sex that exuded from her. Reflexively, she moved as my tongue did, trying to keep or improve the contact I was making. I licked and tasted for a while before I pulled her over onto her back on the massive king-sized bed.

Two fingers slid in easily and I began again to lick and flick at her clit with my tongue. They began a slow cadence in and out, firm pressure up to her G-spot. I could feel the bands of muscle in her tighten as she enjoyed the stimulation, squeezing my fingers together. More and more wetness was expressed from her and I took it all in. Her hips were beginning to buck up and down, and her breathing had changed.

She'd let out some little moans, here and there, but I was determined to make her neighbors know she'd had sex before the night was out.

She began to pant a little harder, and her little moans were coming faster. I kept moving my fingers, but removed my mouth to say, "Don't you cum without permission," in a panting whisper. I could see her face contorted in a grimace. "You better... stop then." And so I did. For a second. Then I started again. "OH... yes... wait..." she said as I licked and finger fucked her and played with her G-spot. "I'm..close... Ok, ok, ok, ok... Sssstop..." she hissed. "No," I growled into her and continued to lick. She erupted in orgasm, hips bucking, head thrashing from side to side, hands knotted in the sheets. "Oh.. Oh Oh.. oh god... Fuck..." she all but yelled. I listened to her body and slowed what I was doing, ultimately coming to a stop.

I pushed up onto my hands and looked up at her. "You're fucking sexy," I said, a wide smile on my face. Somehow she blushed further and gestured me to come up to kiss her, and I did. I was keenly aware as we kissed that my cock-head was grazing her and with a move of my hips, I slid partway in. She reached down and grabbed my ass, pulling me to her. I slid in further after adjusting my body a little, and finally, our pelvises were touching. "That's a nice curve you have there," she said with a smile. She was still a little out of breath.

I moved slightly in and out and she closed her eyes. "I've been told that," I said. I moved a few more strokes. I could feel her engorged G-spot when I went this slow. I sat upright, still in her to the hilt. I moved in and out some more, setting up a steady pace and played with her nipples with each hand. She was so beautiful in her bliss. Suddenly her eyes opened and looked at me, her lips parted in a series of little moans that matched my strokes. "Go ahead and cum, babe," I said, and immediately her eyes closed and her body was wracked with another orgasm.

She was a panting sweaty mess, we both were, and I loved it. I slid out of her and leaned down and suckled gently at her nipples for a few moments. They were distracting the hell out of me, so I needed to pay them attention. I laid my head onto her chest, and she rubbed at my sweaty head. "Having fun, babe?" I asked. She let out a giggle. "Oh yeah." Vince Guaraldi was playing an upbeat piano piece I couldn't quite place in the living room and the bedroom smelled like sex. "Isn't this in Charlie Brown?" She asked.

I smiled against her chest. "That's where I'd heard that song before." The song finished and went onto another. I just listened to the sound of her heart and her breathing.

"Better than you thought?" I kidded. What I was good at was listening to the woman I was with, and that went a long way. "Let's just say, I'm kicking myself for not flirting earlier," she said with a laugh. I laughed too. "Well, if it helps, your body is exactly what I have dreamed about." I leaned up and gave her a quick kiss. I moved down her body and gave her a smile before giving her a few long licks. "But it tastes even better."

My hardness had returned with a vengeance, and I entered her now much tighter vagina. I moved my hips in long strokes, enjoying her from her depths to almost the entrance. I moved a thumb gently onto her clit. She laughed a little, and moaned. "Oh what... are you doing?" "Well, I'm going to make you cum... again... and then I'm going to fill you up."

Cock in and out deep, and gentle rubs on her clit and soon her hips were bucking up and down. She was grasping at the sheets again, chest heaving and moaning very sexually. I could tell she was seconds away. Smoky, focused eyes looked at me. "Oh.. Fuck me... just like that..." she said. I smiled, closed my eyes in pleasure, then opened them again. "I'm... Oh yes... Cum with me... Cum in me," she said, fixing my eyes with hers.

It was intense, and raw. As I came in her, our eyes locked and I watched every grimace as she came around me. Both of our mouths made sexy noises, our pubic mounds together as our bodies shook in orgasm. I could feel every spasm of her, and I know she could feel as my fluids drained into her. Staying deep inside, I leaned forward and wrapped my arms around her tightly. My face was tucked into her neck. We were both panting and I could feel the sweat glide between us. "Going to the match was the best decision I've ever made..." I said with a grin. She laughed. "It is pretty hot," she said. "I love that feeling." We lay together for a few breaths. This time Ramsey Lewis was cruising along with 'The In Crowd'. "Where did you leave our wine?" I asked, after a few more moments. "Fuck the wine," she said, pulling me into a kiss. "I want seconds, and a shower."