by Rowena
There’s no going back now.
IV.
LOLA
Things happened so fast.
Brandon fucks me mercilessly, plowing my insides with his thick cock, rubbing against me in delicious ways.
I grab him to me, running my hands down his sinewy body every now and then, enjoying the feel of his contracting muscles as he digs into me.
I let myself take all of him in and relax into the pleasure, the joy he is giving me.
Soon, his pace quickens, and my body follows his ascent to climax.
He fucks me harder and faster, and my body thrusts upward, rising to meet him.
I realize he’s about to come inside me, so I try to get him to pull out but fail. I resign to having his juices flood me as my orgasmic river floods him.
We lay there, panting. Sated. Delirious with pleasure.
Brandon feels amazing inside me, and now I’m longing for much more with him.
I don’t want things to stop here, I don’t want to be the only one who knows about this.
I feel vulnerable to him now—somewhere along the way of reacquainting myself with my old friend, I realized how much I rely on him, how much I depend on him to always be there for me, how much of a comfort our close friendship is. How much of a mess I’d be if anything happened to end it.
It was a dangerous place to end up, because now, after having him fuck me, I feel even more connected to him.
I was fine the night before, and could have maintained the necessary distance, but something changed today in our moments together and opened me up to him.
His love for me pierced my armor, and our easy comfort with each other sank even further in. I realized that Brandon is the best thing about my life.
Now, he is stirring, and I know he’s about to leave me to go back to his room, and my heart starts to sink. I don’t want him to go, not now, not ever.
“Stay,” I whisper, knowing Sleep Brandon will do what he wants and return to his room as before, leaving me to my torturous thoughts and a restless, lonely night.
But to my surprise, Brandon stays in place, and he adjusts our bodies and his arms so that I am wrapped in them.
My heart soars.
Nothing that I’ve experienced in the entire world feels better than this.
We both stir when morning comes, and I immediately flush with embarrassment as our nakedness registers.
What am I supposed to say? “Hey, bud, you sleep-fucked me?”
Brandon opens his eyes and looks around then looks back at me, a bit of worry in them.
He starts to get up and I let him, still not knowing what to say.
“What happened here?” he says, wrapping one of the many sheets around him. I quickly cover myself with another.
How do I put this? Who do I blame?
“We both had very vivid dreams that turned out not to be dreams,” I say lamely.
His face reflects confusion, then a slow understanding.
“Wait a minute—did this happen before? Two nights ago? Did I do more than get water in my sleep that night?”
I nod. “But not like all the way. Not like…last night.”
He looks distressed.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asks, his lovely eyes wide.
I shrug, feeling worried. I don’t want him to get mad at me. “I figured you didn’t know, so there was no need to mention it. No harm, no foul. I pretty much had no choice but to let you do your thing.”
“God, I’m so sorry, Lola,” he says.
“Don’t be,” I reply, yanking his sheet from him.
I grab his hand and pull him back down on the couch, then straddle myself above him.
Before he covered himself with the sheet, I noticed he had a stiffy, and my body wants to sink it inside me more than anything else right now.
“Wait, Lola—are you sure…?”
“More than anything, Brandon. I want you inside me. Again. I couldn’t stop you the other night or last night, partly because I didn’t want to.”
I position my wet, tingling pussy over his hard dick, then I start to lower myself on it.
“Oh, Lola,” he says with a masculine groan, the sound turning me on even more.
His large, strong hands find my butt cheeks and he holds on to me.
Once he’s all the way inside, I start to move on top of him, my breasts bouncing against his chest.
He leans his head back briefly, looking the picture of ecstasy.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this, Lola,” he says.
“I think I do,” I say as I continue to ride him.
I push my clit against his pelvis while I move up and down his shaft, bringing myself closer to clitoral orgasm while his hands support my ass, pushing me harder against him every now and then.
His dick fills me, and soon, I am on the edge of climax.
Brandon is rolling all sorts of dirty, nasty words off his tongue, praising my breasts and my pussy, and soon, both of our pleasure takes me to climax and I squeeze myself against him. He bounces me harder on him until his dick is pulsating inside me, emptying his cum into my canal.
We stay entwined, pulsing against each other and breathing hard as we both come down.
“What the hell changed your mind?” he asks eventually, his voice gentle. “Though obviously, I’m not complaining.”
I let out a breath before answering. “There’s something different about you and I find it irresistible. Plus, I’ve come to appreciate our friendship, our closeness even more. Then you had to go ahead and give me the best oral sex of my life while completely asleep. Guess I had no chance, really.”
He grins. Then his face sobers up.
“I have a confession to make,” he says.
My heart stills. “Shoot,” I say, fearful of his next words.
“I was completely out of it the first night, so I don’t remember anything, although I did awake with the taste of pussy in my mouth. But I thought I had dreamt of eating you, so I just chalked it up to that. Last night, however, I was awake the entire time.”
His hazel eyes lock on my face in utter seriousness, like he’s expecting me to get mad and storm off, breaking things off between us forever.
I lightly slap him on the shoulder.
“You dirty boy,” I say with a smile. “You broke your…what is it now…sixteen-year old promise!”
He laughs heartily.
“Yes, eight-year-old me did promise eight-year-old you that I wouldn’t come on to you again—but that only stood for as long as you didn’t want it. I’m afraid the moment you let me lick you to orgasm, all bets were off.”
I smile at him.
He is now softening inside me, and I know we’ll have to disentangle ourselves soon.
“So what does all of this mean?” I say, looking at him with unspoken words in my eyes.
“It means,” he says, wrapping his arms around my waist, “that you’re mine now.”
“Excuse me?”
“It means you will take my cock whenever I want to give it to you, and that hopefully, you don’t need to wander anymore. Your home is here with me, Lola, and there’s nothing I’d like more than to make another you—wild, curly hair and all, clocking fast dudes on playgrounds. Except this time, both daddy and mommy will be there, unconditionally, backing her up every step of the way so she never feels lost.”
I am on the verge of tears, and they quickly fill my eyes and fall down my cheeks before I realize it.
I’m not on the pill, so there’s a very real chance Brandon has put a baby in me, and the thought doesn’t scare me like I once thought it would.
“I can take care of you, Lola—I have more money than we’ll ever need, and you don’t have to sleep on another couch again.” His hand cups my cheek and his finger slides across it. I’m not sure if he was just caressing me or wiping away a tear. Probably both. He smiles at me, his eyes saying all. “I love you, Lola, always have, always will. You’re home now. Y
ou’re staying with me.”
I finally burst into tears and laughter, and I grab him into a hard hug.
He holds me in a way that emphasizes his words—a protective, loving embrace that tells me all I need to know.
I am safe with him.
When we finally disentangle ourselves, I am still filled with emotion, and it has fused itself with other parts of me, heightening other sensations.
Despite what we’ve done just ten minutes before, I have no doubt, as we head to the shower, that we’ll be doing it all over again soon.
END
SYNOPSIS
Curvy, untouched Janine thinks she’s ready for the next important step in her womanhood, so she’s on the lookout for a strong alpha male to give her innocence to.
Her best friend, Josh, lives a few houses away, and when she pops by to visit him, she runs into a hot, muscular guy leaving his place, and she thinks he’s the one.
She asks Josh to hook her up with the hunky stranger and Josh agrees, but he suddenly realizes that he should be the one to get the voluptuous brown beauty’s gift, and he’ll make sure he gets to stuff his sexy best friend hard and without protection.
CLAIMED BY YOU
By
ROWENA
TIED TO HIM: MY BFF SERIES
Cover photo by nelka7812.
Eromantica Publications
First Edition: February 2015
TABLE OF CONTENTS
I: JANINE
II: JOSH
III: JANINE
IV: JOSH
I.
JANINE
I know I’m not exactly everyone’s type, but any guy who finds my size intimidating, I just figure he has a small dick. So go on, Mr. Tiny Penis—remove yourself from my pool of possibilities because my hips appear too wide, and you can’t imagine your tiny wiener dwarfed even more by my ample curves. No skin off my back.
Either way, I’m still a virgin, and I wouldn’t know what to compare the guy’s dick to anyway.
I don’t watch porn or anything, and I haven’t seen a guy’s penis since fourth grade, when some dude in my class whipped his dick out to show me, after the teacher stepped out for a moment.
“Now she me yours,” he said afterward, grinning like a fool, and I turned away from him in disgust.
I definitely wasn’t interested in boy parts back then, but at the age of twenty, I’m definitely interested now.
It seems I’m the last of my friends to still have no experience, and my longing to find out what it’s like to have a cock inside me has skyrocketed.
It’s a sort of frightening idea, to share your body with someone like that, an unprecedented vulnerability, but I’m ready.
Rubbing my clit when it tingles is one thing, but there’s one place I can’t quite reach: deep inside me, made for a dick.
I’m not into sex toys either, I want the real thing with a real man—a strong, confident alpha male who can handle all of me.
The man who gets me will not be intimidated by what I have to offer, and skinny or stocky, he’ll love watching his thick cock get lost in me.
I’m not sure how this whole thing’s going to work out exactly, because I have absolutely no one in mind, but I’ll find someone soon. I hope. I definitely don’t want to be like a cousin of mine who’s still a virgin at the age of twenty-nine.
In a brief moment of desperation, I even considered doing it with my best friend, Josh, but a guy of average height and weight, with average haircuts and ambitions, doesn’t exactly move me. Josh is fit and all, but with his dirty blond hair and blue eyes, he just isn’t my type. I like guys with darker features: darker hair, darker skin.
Plus, Josh just doesn’t have that energy about him, you know? Like that overwhelmingly masculine vibe that never lets you forget you’re a puny girl.
I like men who can make me feel feminine and delicate, and Josh has never given me caveman, throw-you-over-the-shoulder vibes, so I’ve never been interested in him that way—thankfully, I guess, since I really appreciate his friendship.
Some people might think I’m being outrageously or unrealistically picky being an average girl myself, but the fact is, where I live, I’m not exactly average. Not many people around me have my skin color, and these huge boobs of mine sure as hell can’t be taken for granted—nothing about them is average.
Plus, my waist to hip ratio is crazy. I’m one of those ‘big-boned’ weirdos with a large frame, but a small waist, beautifully in proportion to my big boobs and round ass. I’ve got the kind of body men used to make statues of, a Rubenesque goddess, like Anna Nicole Smith or Tocarra Jones.
Well, that’s what I tell myself anyway—that the lack of men approaching me is due to intimidation. They look away or don’t make eye contact with me ‘cause they can’t handle it—their brain might short circuit from all this juicy femininity. And some of them, they’re walking with their girlfriends, so they take pains not to accidentally disrespect her by ogling me.
Plus, some of them could get in trouble with their parents for dating a girl like me; it’s best to play it safe and take home some fair-skinned blonde or redhead.
So there you have it—being surrounded by cowards is how I ended up here: single, virginal, and unsure of my prospects.
I sort of know what I want in a guy, but I haven’t seen a lot of it represented out there.
I guess I’ve been pretty sheltered up to this point anyway—I’ve never gone beyond thirty miles from home.
I had the perfect opportunity to finally venture out and live somewhere new when it came to picking a college, but I stuck with a local one.
So I guess, in a way, I’ve been a bit of a coward myself.
Well, it’s time to spread my wings…and other things.
In the meantime, since today’s a Saturday and I don’t have classes or anything, I’m going to hang out with my friend, Josh.
He lives a few houses away and we’ve been friends since my mom and I moved here about ten years ago, so he’s an easy distraction from all my lusty thoughts.
Maybe he can even help me come up with someone to hook up with.
He’s pretty much the only guy friend I have, and I’m pretty sure, at his job or something, there’s some single hot dude he knows he could introduce me to.
Looks like I’m in luck.
When I get to Josh’s place, the door opens before I can knock, and a chocolate hunk walks out, flashing me a brief but beautiful smile.
I watch him and his tight ass until I can see no more of him, until his handsome face with that white-teethed grin and all those muscles disappear as his car drives off.
I have to fan myself once I step inside Josh’s place and his door closes behind me.
I finally focus on my blue-eyed friend.
“Phew!” I say. “Okay, details please. Who the hell was that?”
“Who, Jermaine?”
“Yes, fine-ass Jermaine. You’ve been holding out on me, Josh. I didn’t know you had friends like that!”
“Well, he’s not exactly my friend—he’s a client.”
Of course. I should have guessed that. Josh works at a gym and offers personal training even in his off hours.
Either way, this guy Jermaine’s exactly my type. He’s like a darker version of Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson, but The Rock is pretty much everybody’s type, right? All hard and strong and masculine and…phew! My face is hot.
“He’s an aspiring actor,” Josh continues, “and he’s got an agent who told him to bulk up a little before he submits him for this soap opera role. Anyway, I got this new video game…”
“Oh, hell no, you’re not changing the subject. You need to set me up with Jermaine.”
“Come on, Janine.”
“Don’t play—set me up with him! He’s fine as hell, and if I’m gonna finally give it up to someone, I want that someone to be fine as hell. No regrets. Even if his dick isn’t all that big because what the hell would I know? I’m still a virgin. So hook
a sister up, Josh, please and thank you!”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Think about this carefully. You don’t even know much about him.”
“I don’t have to—I already told you my purpose for him. Besides, you’ve told me enough. He might be some broke-ass artist—although, not if he’s hiring you, right?—either way I just need to scratch an itch and he looks like the perfect man for the job.”
Josh is still hesitating, looking strange.
The hell is his problem?
“Wait, is he gay or something?” I wonder aloud.
“No, I just…this is a surprise is all. You’ve never asked me to set you up before. Well, I guess there was that one time like four years ago. But you punked out! And you’ve always been so shy…I guess I’m just shocked.”
“Okay, now get over it and let’s get the ball rolling. Unless he has a girlfriend or something?” I give him a questioning look.
He shakes his head, still looking sort of bothered. “Far as I know he’s available.”
I now give him a very pointed look, and he lets out a heavy breath like I’m asking him to lend me some damn money. “Fine, I’ll do my best,” he says, not looking happy about it at all.
I smile at him. “Great. Now what’s this new game you got?”
II.
JOSH
I don’t know what got into me, but the minute Janine expressed interest in Jermaine, a ball of rage built in my body.
It’s not like I even see her that way to get jealous!
Maybe it was the part where she said she’s a virgin. To be honest, I didn’t know she was still a virgin—we don’t talk about that stuff, though we talk about everything else.
In any case, there’s practically nothing more mouthwatering than being faced with a virgin. All the possibilities swim before you: being the first to explore the territory, the chance to leave a mark, the anticipation of a cock squeeze you can’t believe.
