Uncovering Stone

by T. Saint John

  “NO! I just want to know why you couldn’t fucking come to me!” Good God, Lani! What is coming out of your mouth?! What’s with the sudden case of word vomit???

  “Come to you? You want me to come to you for sex?” he asks, pulling back slightly to look at me with surprise and confusion.

  “Forget it. It doesn’t matter,” I reply dismissively, pushing against his chest so I can get away from him. He must still be stunned by what I had said because I’m able to shove him back easily and walk away.

  “God dammit, Alani. Talk to me!” he demands, the frustration clear in his voice.

  Fuck it. My stupid mouth has already opened the floodgates, why not just let it all out? “After you left this morning, I had a lot to think about. And while you were gone, I thought that maybe I wanted more. But now, I realize I’m not ready for more, so feel free to fuck whoever you want—I don’t care!” I declare, once again facing him.

  “I didn’t sleep with her,” he tenderly confesses, his eyes pleading with me to believe him.

  “Whatever.” He’d changed his clothes while out meeting a woman for sex—I’m not blind.

  “Look, I didn’t fuck her, OK? God knows I wanted to...my cock’s been rock hard for months and my balls are blue! I tried hard to, but I couldn’t do it—you kept popping into my head. And she couldn’t do it either, knowing I was in love with someone else.”

  “You? In love? With me? That’s almost funny, Evan!” I exclaim, mocking his words. Did he forget that I saw what he was wearing before he walked out the door this morning? You don’t walk out on a woman you love and fuck another! He doesn’t love me—I’m just the damsel in distress he needs to rescue to feed his ego.

  A hurt look flashes in his eyes, but it’s gone before I can blink. He lets out a defeated sigh and runs a hand down his face. “Look, stay tonight. We don’t have to talk anymore for the rest of the night, but we do need to continue this conversation. We can discuss things in the morning when we’re both calmer and more rational.”

  “I’m only staying because it’s late and I’m tired. I don’t want to talk in the morning, I’m leaving the moment I wake up.” I pick up my stuff and take it back to my room.

  “Motherfuckin’ son of a bitch! FUUUUCK!” I hear Evan cry out in frustration from behind me.

  Once I put my stuff down in my bedroom, I plop down on the bed. I lie on my back with my knees hanging off the edge of the bed and my arms spread out at my sides, staring at the ceiling. It’s been such a long, emotional day and I’m exhausted. I try to clear my mind, but it keeps replaying the day’s events. I curl myself into a ball on the bed, hoping my mind shuts off and allows me to fall asleep. Minutes turn to hours and I look at the clock—it’s 1:30 in the morning. As tired as I am, I still can’t sleep. My parents hadn’t called to check where I am or why I haven’t shown up—ugh, I’m so sick of feeling invisible. A week ago, when Evan and I were still friends, I would have immediately turned to him to talk about my problem. Now that Evan IS my problem, I have no one to turn to. He made me so mad earlier by lying to me. I’m not naive, I knew Evan was capable of hurting me, but I thought he respected me enough not to lie to my face.

  As I continue to toss and turn, I reflect back on my relationship with Evan and how we went from antagonizing each other to developing a close friendship. As the memories swirl around in my head, I start to feel like shit—Evan had been telling the truth. I don’t know what was up with the wardrobe change, but I’m positive that he didn’t sleep with her. Evan is honest and doesn’t worry about hurting my feelings or pissing me off—he does both all the time. Hell, he even told me he hated me! Nope...he definitely didn’t have sex. And now, I feel like I have to talk to him. I look over at the clock again, and it’s 2:30.

  My strong need for him to know that I believe him urges me out of bed and drives me towards his room. I don’t bother to knock in case I lose my nerve if he doesn’t answer or refuses to let me in. I open his bedroom door and let myself in. The room is dark with the lights off, but the moonlight streaming through the windows clearly illuminate the bed like a spotlight on a stage. I see Evan laying naked on top of his bed with an open towel underneath him from the waist to just above the knees. He’s lying still with one arm over his eyes and one leg propped up and bent at the knee. I start to wonder if he fell asleep after taking a shower until I locate his other hand—it’s gripping the base of his erect monster cock—hard. OH MY GOD!

  I’m unable to look away, mesmerized by the length and width of his beautiful and powerfully hard member. I watch in fascinated silence as his strong hand squeezes the base of his dick before slowly starting to stroke upwards. My mouth starts to water as I imagine my own hands and mouth following the path of his fingers. Once his hand reaches the head of his cock, he twists his wrist before his hand begins its achingly slow downward stroke. As he pulls on his cock, my feet start to move towards the bed. It’s as if his hand is pulling me into the room as well, and I’m powerless to resist. My heart is racing and my entire body is thrumming with arousal. As I get closer, I notice that the exposed part of his face looks pained or lost in concentration. Judging from the grip he has on his hard cock, it may be a little of both.

  “What are you doing, Evan?” I ask, finally finding my voice. He doesn’t give any indication that he’s heard me other than to still the hand he had on his cock.

  “What does it look like I’m doing, Lani?” he finally replies with an emotionless voice after about a minute, his face a hard mask. No surprise at me being in his room, no shame at being caught masturbating—no reaction whatsoever.

  Disregarding his question, I kneel on the bed and sit back on my feet, facing him. I wait for him to remove the arm over his face, so I can talk to him, but he doesn’t do it. Nevertheless, I say, “I believe you. I’m sorry I doubted you earlier, and I just wanted you to know that I believe you.”

  No response. With a frown, I uncertainly ask, “Evan?”

  He still doesn’t say anything, but he starts to slowly stroke his still erect cock. I get annoyed that he’s just going to keep masturbating and pretend I’m not even here. First off, it’s rude. Secondly, watching him masturbate in front of me is doing all sorts of things to my libido, and now, I desperately want to reach out and touch him. “Come on, Evan. Stop ignoring me and talk to me!”

  I continue to watch him for about two more minutes before something inside me snaps. I’m sick of this. He’s not paying me any attention and he’s making me feel invisible all over again. Well, I’m tired of it and I refuse to take it anymore. I’m pissed and I’m turned on—try ignoring this, asshole! As his hand strokes up his cock and gets to the tip of it, I swat his hand right off his cock and straddle his waist. I lower myself on top of Evan so that I trap his erection between my crotch and his abdomen, gently grinding my pussy against his hard length. I close my eyes and lick my lips, enjoying the sensation. YES! God, that feels amazing! I smile when I hear Evan grunt and exclaim, “HOLY SHIT, Alani! What the fuck are you doing?!”

  Evan

  After my heated argument with Alani, I couldn’t settle down. She had me so confused earlier when she admitted that she might want something more than the friendship we had, only to dismiss it before I could wrap my head around what she was saying. Just when I thought we might finally get somewhere, she shuts down again. Her refusal to sit down and discuss things with me had my blood boiling. I took a cold shower, hoping it would help me cool off a bit before bed. After that, the stress of the day finally caught up with me, and I found myself on the bed with just the towel wrapped around my waist. I was exhausted, but sleep wouldn’t come as my thoughts turned back to Alani. I must have spent hours just lying on the bed, thinking about her, and my cock eventually got hard. When the pain from the months of abstinence became unbearable, I opened up the towel and tried to squeeze the pain from my cock. When that didn’t work, I figured I could try to make myself come and relieve some of the pressure.

  When I heard Al
ani’s voice, I froze. I hadn’t even heard her come into the room. I figured she hadn’t seen what I was doing in the darkness of the room. But the moment she realized I had my cock in my hand, I was hoping she’d become embarrassed and just leave. Surprisingly, I felt the bed dip instead and I heard her voice again. I don’t know if she thought telling me she believed me would make me happy, but it didn’t. I’ve never lied to her or given her a reason to think I would. The intense pain from my cock once again had my attention, and I couldn’t resist stroking it to ease the pressure. I was hoping Alani would get the hint that now was not a good time to talk, but she didn’t. I figured if she was going to be stubborn and stay, well then, she’d just have to watch as I took care of business.

  I was shocked when I felt the hand on my cock being slapped away, followed by a warmth and weight against my rigid, sensitive cock. My arm immediately shot off of my face as I looked at Alani, grinding against my dick with her eyes closed. God, she feels incredible on my cock! “HOLY SHIT, Alani! What the fuck are you doing?!”

  A sexy smile appears on her face, looking pleased as hell with herself. The woman is pure evil. She opens her eyes to look at me and replies, “Trying to get your attention.”

  “Well you definitely got it now,” I groan painfully, placing my hands on her hips and holding her still to prevent any more stimulation to my arousal. The last thing my starved cock needs is for the woman it desires most in this world to tease it mercilessly! After all the times she’s threatened to kill me, I think she’s finally found the cruelest way to commit my murder. God! My dick is so sensitive, I can feel the moisture from her panties rubbing against it. I need to get her off me before my cock makes a decision for both of us and inserts itself into her. I lift her by the hips to try and put her on the bed, but she lays on top of me, embraces me by slipping her arms under my shoulders and puts her head down on my chest. Well, so much for that plan. “What are you even doing in here, Alani?”

  “I’m sorry, Evan. You’re my friend and I should have believed you,” she apologizes sincerely. There’s that word again, and part of me is disappointed. I’m not going to lie—it’s my cock and balls who are leading the protest against the word friend. But looking down at her, she looks like she could really use one right now. Despite the ache of my straining cock, I resign myself to being there for her once again. I groan once more as I feel Alani start to squirm against me and hear her silkily say, “And Evan, I really need my friend right now.”

  “Look, I know you’re sorry for not believing me, and I accept your apology,” I state, rolling us over and laying her on her back. I pull her arm from around me and reach over to turn on the lamp by the bed. Turning back to look at her, I remark, “But friends don’t tease their friends’ cocks.”

  “I’m not trying to be a cock tease, Evan. I want you to make love to me,” she replies, stroking her finger down my cheek and along my bottom lip.

  “I can’t do that, Alani,” I tell her, gently removing her finger from my lip and holding on to her hand. As much as I want to make love to this woman, I can’t. I know she probably had a very emotional and trying day, but by the time she wakes up in the morning, she’ll be over it and I’ll be left even more deeply in love with her.

  “Why?” she asks softly.

  “Because I really don’t want to hear that it was all a mistake when you start to regret it in the morning,” I answer simply, laying back on the bed next to her. I feel her moving beside me.

  “You won’t,” she promises, turning my face towards her and placing a soft kiss on my lips. She throws her leg on top of me so that it lands in between my legs and her knee is resting against my nuts gently nudging the base of my cock. She trails kisses down my neck as her hand caresses my abdominal muscles.

  “Alani, this isn’t a good idea,” I warn with a weak protest. I try to imagine wrinkly old women with sagging boobs in skimpy bikini tops and thong bottoms to get my mind to focus, but she props herself up on one hand and slides her inner thigh along my cock. Fuck me! The images in my head turn into Alani wearing the skimpy string bikini with me untying the strings with my teeth. She begins to place random kisses on my jaw, my shoulder, my throat, my collarbone, and chest.

  “Tell me this is a bad idea...” she pleads, looking into my eyes and placing an open mouth kiss on the ‘Always mine’ tattoo. As I feel the soft wetness of her tongue over my heart, I forget any ideas that were in my head. If she’s trying to find a reason to stop, I can’t think of any. I grab her by the leg, right under her ass, and pull her on top of me while simultaneously pressing on her back with my other hand to bring her chest flush to mine. Jesus. She’s not wearing a bra, and I can feel her nipples pebbled through her shirt. I move my hand to cup the back of her neck and gently coax her down for a kiss. The moment our lips touch, an intense craving for more bursts through me and I lick the seam of her lips, demanding entrance. She opens her mouth in welcome and I thrust my tongue inside. As she sucks on my tongue and her tongue begins to dance with mine, the taste of peppermint invades my mouth and a desperate need takes over. I grab the bottom hem of her shirt and get ready to unwrap her like a fucking birthday gift.

  Lani

  I hate that I had to beg Evan to make love to me, but I need him right now and being stubborn will only deny us what we both want. Tonight I’m letting go of the fear that’s been holding me back and I’m going to enjoy this time with him. Hopefully, when I wake up tomorrow, it’ll be with some clarity.

  “You sure about this?” Evan asks with one hand under my shirt, gently caressing my back and the other hand on my hip, slightly lifting the bottom of my shirt.

  “I am, if you are,” I reply hesitantly, unsure if he’s having second thoughts about being with me.

  “Three years, three months and twenty days, I’ve waited to be inside you—I’m most definitely sure about this.” He lifts up my shirt, exposing my breasts to his lustful gaze. I help him out by pulling the shirt over my head and tossing it to the side of the bed. I smile, thinking that if he wasn’t otherwise occupied, Evan’s anal compulsion to keep things neat and in order would have him complaining about the mess I’m making. Maybe in the future, I’ll just flash him to keep him off my back about cleaning the penthouse.

  As he starts to kiss me again, my heart begins to race and my lust threatens to consume me. I want to scream for him to hurry, but he’s taking his time, caressing every inch of my body and making sure I feel wanted. He rolls me onto my back, and rests his hard, muscular body lightly on top me. With seduction in his eyes, he briefly glances into mine, before slowly making his way down my body. Leaving a trail paved by gentle kisses, each stop he makes with the touch of his lips sets my skin on fire—on my throat, on my collarbone, and in the valley between my breasts. I watch his tongue emerge from between his lips to lick the underside curve of my breast before slowly beginning to swirl around the globe in tighter circles until he gets to the center of my nipple. He flicks his tongue on it several times before wrapping his lips around the pebbled peak and sucking on it hard, creating a shock of pleasure that shoots straight to my pussy.

  “Oh God! Evan!” I cry out wantonly, arching my back to feed him my other breast. I swear I can feel the fucker smiling against my heated skin. He gets the hint and switches to my other breast to repeat the process. Only this time, while one mound is being attended to by his hot mouth, he massages the other with his palm. He takes my nipple between his thumb and index finger, rolling it around and occasionally giving it light pinches. When I feel the scrape of his teeth against my tender nipple, the touch of pain immediately turns into intense pleasure and it makes me want more. I grab his hair to push his mouth hard against my tit. The incredible suction of his mouth draws a loud moan from my lips. He releases both of my breasts and looks at me from above them.

  “You are so beautiful, Alani,” he compliments reverently, his voice husky. Hearing the conviction behind the words makes me believe him. I feel beautiful and suddenly, I’m
shy—unable to speak as he continues to make his way down my body. He places tender kisses on my belly, on my navel, on one hip, and then the other. He licks the skin right above the waist of my panties before biting down on the fabric and ever so slowly pulling my panties off of me with his teeth. I’m so aroused by the act that I can feel my pussy getting wet, and once the sliver of cloth is past my knees, I have to keep my legs tightly pressed together to keep my juices from flowing out. Next thing I know, my panties have disappeared somewhere, and Evan is down on his knees and sitting on his heels by my feet. He strokes the sides of my legs and licks his lips.

  “Mmmmm...I sampled that sweet taste of yours from the panties and now, I’m hungry for more—open up your legs so I can enjoy the full flavor,” he says with a devious smile. Wait. What?! He can’t possibly want to stick his face down there, let alone put his mouth on it. No guy I’d ever been with has ever wanted to do that, let alone offered to do it. They always want and enjoy a blowjob, but never reciprocate the favor. Thinking for years that guys found it unpleasant to put anything but their dicks down there, I’ve become self-conscious about anyone lingering there for very long.