More Than Friends (4 page)

After a few seconds, he pulled out of her mouth, and she removed her finger from inside him. She licked the head of his cock clean. He whimpered, and his body still trembled. Jeni looked up at him. He had one hand on the wall behind her for support and the other still entangled in her damp hair. His eyes were closed, and he breathed heavy. He looked beautiful…sexy…spent.

“You okay?” she asked.

“Never better,” Brian said, opening his eyes and looking at her. A smile crept across his lips. “Never in my life better. Christ, you make me come so fucking hard when you do that.”

“I guess we aren’t very good at a betting challenge when we both want the same thing,” Jeni said. She pushed her back against the wall and glided up it until she was almost face to face with Brian.

“But we are good at other things,” he teased. He bent forward and nuzzled her neck. “Very good, I might add. I guess not seeing each other for so long and then restraining from sex for the first several hours added to the intensity.”

Jeni wrapped her arms around his neck and laughed.

“You don’t agree?” Brian asked. He raised his head from her neck and kissed her gently on the lips.

“Oh, I agree,” she said, smiling. “Very much so. But we’ve never had a problem with intensity.” She pulled him into a kiss. Her tongue slid over his lips and dipped into his mouth, entwining with his tongue. The feel of his tongue was exquisite, and her body tingled. Brian lifted her up, and she wrapped her legs around his hips. They collapsed on the bed together kissing and laughing. Jeni snuggled into him, and they lay entangled in silence for a bit, enjoying the aftermath of their reunion.

“You know last night was complete torture for me, right?” Brian said. He rolled her on top of him.

“I’d never torture you,” Jeni said with a hint of sarcasm. She looked into his eyes…those dark brown eyes she loved so much.

“Sure, you would,” he said with a laugh. “You know I jerked off last night in the bathroom. I almost had to do it twice after coming back out here and smelling your arousal. I hate the fact that I am such a prideful competitor. I should have just coughed up the stupid money last night and fucked you. I never wanted to fuck you as bad as I did last night. Well, of course until this morning.”

“What were you thinking about when you took care of yourself last night?” Jeni was curious and fascinated at what got a man off.

“You.” He raised his head to whisper in her ear. “I thought about walking back out here and ravaging you…with my hands…my lips…my tongue…my cock.” His heavy breathing brushed past her ear. His hardness pressed against her thigh.

“I want to ravage you now,” she said and straddled his hips, raising herself upright with her hands on his chest. “I want to feel you inside me.” He groaned. His hands reached up and held her hips as he thrust his pelvis upward, pressing his cock against the warm wetness of her pussy. “I want to fuck you,” she said. She raised herself up on her knees. In excruciating slowness, she slid down the length of his cock. He stretched her…filled her completely. Jeni groaned at the feel of him inside her.

“Fuck,” he gasped. “You feel so damn tight. So damn good.” His hands held tighter to her hips. She grabbed his hands in her hers and held them above his head.

“I’m in control,” she whispered. Her long, still damp hair fell over her shoulders and brushed his face. She bent forward and nipped at his bottom lip with her teeth. His pelvis thrust up into her involuntarily.

“Oh, God,” he cried. “You are killing me.” Her hips lifted until only the head of his penis remained inside her. Brian kissed her breasts that were poised in front of his face. He took one nipple at a time into his mouth, swirling his tongue around each one and teasingly biting at them. Excitement and electricity ran through Jeni’s body at the feel of his tongue, his teeth on her breasts.

Jeni eased his cock all the way back inside her. She relished the feel of its thickness as it filled her. She leaned forward and kissed him long on the mouth again. Her tongue explored the corner of his lips before she bit his bottom lip hard.

“Fuck,” he yelled again. His cock twitched inside of her. An exhale escaped his lips as she ground her pelvis into his. She felt the pleasure from the pressure on her clit. She rode his cock in and out, pausing occasionally to grind her clit into his pelvis. Shockwaves ran through her body. She felt the lightness in her head as her orgasm built. And then she exploded into a million pieces. Her pussy contracted around Brian’s cock…sucking him deeper into her. She heard him moan. And then she heard nothing but the explosions in her head and all over her body, one after the other. Her orgasm paralyzed her for a moment.

“You are driving me out of my mind,” Brian said. He flipped her on her back before she knew what was happening and positioned himself between her legs, entering her with utter abandonment. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. You feel so damn good,” he cried. His hips continued to pump, to piston into her. Jeni still rode her own tidal wave. Her fingers dug into the muscles of his back. He groaned and lowered his head to hers. He licked her lips…bit her lower lip. He fucked her hard. “Oh, God,” he yelled seconds before emptying himself inside her. His body convulsed, and he collapsed on top of her, breathing heavy. She wrapped her arms around his sweaty body and held him there for several minutes, his cock still buried inside her.

“Wow,” he said after a few minutes passed. He lifted his head to look at her. “That was incredible.”

“How did you go so long without me?” she teased. She ran her hands along his back, feeling the smoothness of his skin.

“I’m beginning to wonder that myself,” he replied.

“I may need another shower.” Jeni giggled. Her body glistened in sweat—both his and her own.

“Me too,” he said with a laugh. “But we better go separately. We may not make Beth’s wedding if we keep this up.” He winked at her and smiled. “What time does everything start anyway?”

“Ceremony’s at three,” she said. “What time is it now?”

“About noon,” Brian said. He glanced at the digital clock on the night table. He rolled off her. Jeni inhaled sharply as he slid out of her.

“I hate when you do that,” she said softly.

“What’s that?” He kissed her forehead.

“Pull out of me.”

“You want me inside you all the time, huh?”

“Maybe.” Her body began heating up again at the thought.

“Hey. I’ll go another round with you right now,” he said, smiling. “But we might not make Beth’s wedding. You make the call! Because you know if I do, your friend’s wedding will not be my choice.”

“All right. I’ll get in the shower,” Jeni said. She sat up in bed. She could not miss Bethany’s wedding, even though the idea of staying in bed with him was more than tempting. Brian’s arm slung around her waist and threw her back on the pillow.

“You sure?” he teased. He kissed her lips.

“I’m not saying we’re done,” she said into his lips. “I’m just saying we are making this wedding.” She climbed out of bed and grabbed the towels off the floor.

“You have the greatest ass I’ve ever laid eyes on,” he said matter-of-factly.

“Thanks! I take that as a compliment, considering all the ass you’ve laid eyes on. But I’m still taking a shower by myself,” she said with a smile before closing the bathroom door.

Chapter Four

“Jeni,” Bethany yelled. Bethany threw up her arms as Brian and Jeni approached her and her new husband at the head table at the reception hall.

The ceremony was beautiful. Long, but beautiful. Both Bethany and her new husband were Catholic, so they had the traditional Catholic ceremony, mass and all. Dinner was delicious. They had the choice of filet mignon or grilled salmon with a side of garlic smashed potatoes and grilled asparagus. And the DJ had been entertaining. They had made it out to the dance floor a few times. Jeni and Brian had tried to get to the bride and groom numerous times, but between the first dance and cutting the cake, they never seemed to find the two newlyweds available. So, when they finally took a seat at the head table, Jeni and Brian made their way over there immediately.

“Congratulations! You make such a beautiful bride, Beth,” Jeni said. She gave her a big hug and kiss on the cheek. It was true. Bethany looked like a princess. Her blond hair was swept up in a chignon, and a sparkling tiara crowned her head. Her tanned skin and blue eyes glistened. Beth’s white, satin gown had a strapless, fitted bodice decorated with dazzling rhinestones, and the skirt billowed out much like Cinderella’s ball gown. Definitely Bethany’s style.

“I’m so glad you could make it,” Beth squealed. “I saw you in the church and wanted to wave frantically, but I thought my dad would think I was crazy. I know it couldn’t be easy to come all this way just for my wedding. I appreciate it so much.” Bethany squeezed Jeni’s hands in her own and smiled. “You remember Tim? My husband now.” Bethany giggled.

“I wouldn’t have missed your wedding,” Jeni said, kissing Bethany on the cheek again. “Congratulations,” she said to Tim, giving him a quick hug. “So great to see you again.” She had met Tim on two other occasions. He was Bethany’s safe bet. Beth had been absolutely in love with another guy, Joey, all of college. But Joey could not be faithful to her. If it wore a skirt, Joey would be after it. Then she met Tim, who worshipped her from day one. “This is my date, Brian. I think you may remember him, Beth.” Bethany knew all about Brian. He had been to their dorm room, then the house they rented together in college numerous times. Too many times to count. Not to mention the many trips she and Beth took to Ohio State to hang with Brian and his friends in Columbus. Beth used to always tell Jeni that her and Brian were so loud and “raunchy” when they had sex that Beth blushed even being in another room, because she could hear them so clearly.

“Of course, I remember Brian,” Bethany said, raising her “what are you doing” eyebrow at Jeni. Bethany knew about her relationship with Stephen from the numerous phone calls and emails her and Jeni shared over the last several months. She knew that they were having a difficult time with the schedule aspect of their relationship, but it was clear Bethany expected to see Stephen and not Brian at the wedding. With Bethany’s planning of the wedding, Jeni hadn’t been able to chat with her on the phone much in the past few weeks, so she had been unable to fill her in on the official breakup. Jeni smiled at her friend to let her know that nothing had changed between Brian and her. They were still collecting the “perks” of their friendship.

“Congratulations, Bethany,” Brian said. He leaned in and gave her a soft kiss on the cheek. “You look wonderful.” He held out his hand to Tim, who shook it firmly. “Congrats to you too, man. She’s a keeper.” Tim smiled in agreement, and Brian winked at Bethany.

“We
will
catch up soon,” Bethany said, smiling that smile that said “we need to have some girl talk soon.” She still had Jeni’s hands in hers.

“Call me when you get back from your honeymoon,” Jeni said and gave Bethany a big hug. “Maybe we can arrange a girls’ weekend and catch up.”

“I’d love that!” Bethany kissed her back. “Maybe you’d head back here for a Buckeyes home game?”

“Absolutely,” Jeni said as two other people approached the bride and groom. “Love you.” Jeni grabbed Brian’s hand and led him to the bar across the way.

“She has not changed much at all,” Brian said, leaning on the bar to order their drinks. He ordered Jeni another whiskey and Coke and himself a beer.

“No, she really hasn’t,” Jeni agreed. She leaned against the bar next to him. “I remember meeting her the first day of college. I thought she was a lunatic. All bubbly and ready to burst at the seams at any moment. I was sure I would ask for a new roommate before the end of that first semester.” Jeni chuckled at that, because her and Bethany had had such an amazing time in college together and now remained truly good friends.

“Yeah, I thought it was an odd pairing too at first,” Brian said. He took a sip of his beer that the bartender slid across the bar. Jeni took a sip of her own drink. She felt the teasing burn of the whiskey flow down her throat and loved that feeling. She didn’t drink daiquiris or pina coladas or fuzzy navels. When she drank alcohol at all, it was whiskey or a good beer. “She seemed all sorority, and you were anything but.”

“Well, there was a time period when you were all sorority too,” Jeni said, giving him a nudge with her elbow.

“True,” he said with a laugh. He took another swig of this beer. “I did have a thing for the sorority sisters for a little while.” He placed his hand at the small of her back and leaned into her. “But they never had a thing on you,” he whispered in her ear, and a chill ran down her back. “There has never been another girl on this planet that I’ve found that compares to you. Even though I’ve said this a ton of times tonight already, once more won’t hurt. You look fabulous. Delicious, actually.” His lips grazed the nape of her neck.

Jeni thought her knees would give out and was thankful for the support of the bar. She had chosen a pretty sexy dress for the reception. It was a black satin straight silhouette type dress with spaghetti straps. The corset-like bodice ruched in the front and back with a low neckline. She wore it well. With her long, chestnut waves cascading down her back, she knew Brian would love the way she looked. He loved seeing her skin, which contrasted nicely against the black dress. And there was quite a bit of skin showing. He loved her hair down and flowing. He lost the struggle to keep his hands out of her hair and leaned into her, breathing her in.

“You look pretty great yourself,” she replied. Her hand brushed the lapel of his jacket. “You always did clean up well.” He looked better than great. He wore a dark blue suit with a white shirt and a peach tie. The colors made his brown eyes leap out. His eyes were a deep chocolate brown, and they always danced with something…sometimes mischievousness, but usually excitement.

“Can I interest you in a dance?” Brian swallowed back the last few sips of his drink and set the bottle on the bar.

“I may have a little interest,” she teased. Jeni took another sip of her own drink before Brian seized her free hand and dragged her forward to the dance floor. She set her glass on one of the tables they passed along the way.

Once on the dance floor, he slid his arms around her waist and rested his hands on her low back. He pulled her close, and that was when Jeni realized what song the DJ had played. Their bodies touched as they swayed to
Can’t Fight This Feeling
by REO Speedwagon.

“Does this song bring anything back for you?” he said in her ear.

“Yes,” she said softly. “It does. Every single time I hear it.” It brought back a memory instantly. Every time she heard this song, the same images popped in her head. She and Brian sitting in his basement on Christmas break of their freshmen year of high school playing his mother’s albums on the record player. He sang this song so passionately, imitating his mother, who was a die-hard REO Speedwagon fan. They laughed hysterically—at the lyrics, at his mom’s passion, at his very convincing impression of his mom at an REO Speedwagon concert. And it was after that song, in the midst of laughing so hard they both were in tears, that he leaned over and kissed her for the first time. That kiss lasted for several minutes. It became as passionate as two fifteen-year-olds could be. It was the moment that changed their friendship forever. They explored many sexual firsts together throughout the next several years.

For a few minutes, they were lost in the music, the memories, and the movement of their bodies. It was moments like these that made Jeni wonder why they never gave the relationship thing another try. It felt so right being in his arms. They knew each other better than a lot of married couples knew each other. They had been best friends since they were children, and they had been amazing lovers for years. But neither of them attempted to tread down that path again. Jeni knew deep down she was terrified to lose him completely. He had always been the one constant in her life. Her parents were both traveling salespersons. So, she had often found herself alone for good parts of the evenings and even on some weekends, as her two brothers were years older than her and off to college by the time she reached high school.

Brian and his family filled in where her parents could not because of their jobs. And though she had thought about broaching the subject with Brian many times, her fear of losing him altogether got the better of her, and she let things stay as they were. And their relationship had been good. Great, actually. She could live with it. But she just knew she couldn’t live without him in her life.

“I’m kind of hoping you are interested in more than a dance,” Brian whispered. A sly smile spread across his lips.

“Depends on the options,” she said coyly.

“Taking you out to the garden, hiking up your dress, and fucking you against that oak tree out there is an option,” he whispered into her ear.

Jeni’s face flushed. She felt the heat in her cheeks. Her panties dampened at the thought.

“Is that an option you’d consider?”

“Yes,” she said, smiling. “I’d consider it.” She would consider sex with Brian anywhere.

“Excellent,” Brian said and kissed her on the neck. “Why don’t we explore that option.” He took her hand and led her out the two large, wooden doors at the back of the reception hall and into the dark, cool evening air. September in Cleveland was hard to gauge. The days could be in the 70s or in the 50s. The nights could range from the 60s to the 40s. It was hard to know for sure if you could expect mild weather or the first crisp feel of autumn. This evening was cool, and the chill rippled through Jeni’s body.

“Seems like you did some investigating of the property,” Jeni said. She gripped Brian’s hand and intertwined their fingers as she followed him down the cobblestone path that cut through the beautiful garden that abutted a small park with a terrific view of Lake Erie. It was a romantic setting for a wedding and an exciting place for a sexual tryst.

“You could say that,” he said, stepping off the path and into the garden filled with lupine flowers and other various foliage. “I had a few moments when you were catching up with your friends. I thought I’d make good use of the free time.”

She followed Brian through the dirt and jasmine groundcover, despite her high heels. They reached the trunk of the large oak tree, which was set several yards back from the cobblestone path. It was quite dark on the backside of the tree away from the path, and the bushes and hedges made the area seem remote.

Brian pushed her against the tree trunk and kissed her hard on the lips. Her mouth opened, and his tongue swept in. It entwined with hers. He licked the inside of her mouth, as if he were starving for her taste. Jeni matched his enthusiasm. His hands roamed over the outside of her dress. The coolness of his hands and that of the air sent chills through her body and caused her nipples to grow hard. His fingers played with them through her dress, making them even harder.

“I thought we’d never get out of there,” he said between kisses. “How long did you expect me to contain myself with you wearing that dress?” His hands slowly went up her thigh.

Her body shuddered at the feel of his skin on hers. At first, his fingers caressed her sex through her panties. It was exhilarating. Jeni had to bite her lower lip to keep quiet. She wrapped her arms around his neck and rested her head against the tree. She could feel the roughness of the tree trunk against the upper part of her bare back. It brought the reality of their situation to light. They were about to fuck against a tree at her friend’s wedding reception. The idea thrilled her. Slowly, he slid her panties to the side and slid his middle finger inside her.

“Christ,” he moaned into her lips, “you’re soaked already.”

“And you’re hard,” she replied, running her hand down the front of his shirt to his pants. She rubbed his cock through the material and felt it move underneath her hand.

“Practically all night,” he breathed. Brian worked his fingers in her pussy, sliding one, then two fingers in and out of her. His thumb circled her clit, and every time he did, she moaned in pleasure. Her hips moved against the heel of his hand. His fingers kept a rhythm in and out of her slit until she writhed into an orgasm on his hand. Her pussy contracted against his fingers. She bit so hard on her lower lip to keep from screaming that she tasted blood. “I love it when you come.” His fingers were still inside her. He slowly removed his fingers and slid them in his mouth.

“God, you always taste incredible!” he said after tasting her. Watching him taste her juices on his fingers was more than she could take.

Jeni’s hands fumbled with his pants until his cock was free. She turned to face the tree, gripping the trunk with her hands for support. Brian hiked her dress up over her hips and revealed her black G-string.

“Fucking nice,” he moaned. Even though they shared a hotel room, she had gotten dressed while he was in the bathroom shaving. He only saw the end product. He did not get a chance to see what was hiding underneath her dress…until now. His hands glided over her ass, down her hips, and between her legs. “Do you want me inside you?” he asked just before sliding her panties to the side and guiding the head of his cock into her pussy, stretching her.

“Yes,” Jeni cried. The sensation of his cock filling her made her heart race.