by Jamie Knight
“Why haven’t you guys ever hooked up?” asked Monica, pulling me back to the diner.
I blinked a few times before taking a sip of my soda, eyeing her closely to see what she knew. When I realized that she didn’t know anything, I simply shrugged.
“Joshua and I are just friends,” I mumbled, hoping that she would accept my answer and leave it alone.
“Well, you know what they say,” said Monica, winking at me across the table. “The best relationships are between people who are best friends.”
I laughed and told her that she was crazy then fell silent, thinking back to a night a few weeks ago.
Joshua had just been dumped by his girlfriend, Christa. He really liked her, so he was hurt that she broke up with him. So hurt, in fact, that he went out to the bar and got really drunk. I got a call from the bar’s owner, Charlie, at about one in the morning, asking me if I could come to pick Josh up.
When I got to the bar, Joshua was stumbling all over the place, laughing and talking loudly to everyone.
“Hey, Nadia!” he slurred, stumbling towards me.
His dark brown hair was a wet mop on his head, and he reeked of whiskey and beer. I knew that he had been drinking for a while because he had sent me a text at about 9 p.m. inviting me to join him. I pretended to ignore it because I was almost sure that I knew what would happen. And I was right.
A guy at the bar helped me toss Joshua in the back seat of my car. It was about a twenty-minute drive to our houses, and Joshua sang loud rock ballads the whole way, craning his neck so that his head hung out the window. I chuckled to myself while I drove, shaking my head.
Once we got to his house, I helped him inside. There was nobody home. His family had gone to visit his father’s mother in New Jersey because she was sick. Joshua didn’t go because he had planned on taking Christa out for dinner and proposing to her. Instead of accepting the proposal, she broke up with him, saying that he just “wasn’t her type”.
In his bedroom, Joshua fell onto the bed and stared at the ceiling.
“Why doesn’t she love me?” he mumbled, hands flailing in wild gestures.
“I don’t know,” I answered honestly.
I helped him take off his shoes. He leaned down and put his hand under my chin, his eyes seeming to focus a little.
“Thank you,” Josh said genuinely, his voice velvety smooth.
I don’t know if it was the perfect way that the moon shone on his face, making his dark eyes like pools of water that I wanted to dive into or if I was just horny, but we kissed. It was the kind of kiss filled with so much passion, but I knew that it wasn’t a kiss that he had reserved for me. It was just leftover feelings that he still had for Christa.
Josh kissed me long and hard, pulling at my t-shirt until he got it over my head. As he leaned back, I crawled forward so I could straddle his lap, shoving my breasts into his face. Pulling my bra down, Josh wrapped his big hands around both my tits, squeezing and massaging until my nipples were hard buds, and I was gasping for air. He leaned forward, burying his face into my cleavage and pulling my nipples into his hot, wet mouth. The sucking sensation sent shivers down my spine until I had to start rocking my hips.
Knees on either side of his long legs, I ground my groin into his, feeling his hardening erection between our jeans. Josh was hung well. This wasn’t our first time fucking, but I still experienced a little thrill at the feeling of his cock’s length. Dying to have him inside me, I pushed down more, practically riding him as he clenched my breasts and bit my nipples.
“Oh, God, Josh,” I moaned, letting my head drop back. “Fuck me. Fuck me hard.”
He pushed me back onto the bed. While my legs were askew, Josh grabbed at the button on my jeans, his drunkenness making his thick fingers clumsy. “Give me that pussy,” he mumbled, finally getting the button, then the zipper, undone.
With my pants only partway down, Josh shoved his hand onto my panties and pushed two fingers into my wet pussy. I was so filled with desire that I started rocking back and forth, fucking his hand with as much movement as I could muster from my awkward position.
Winding his other hand under my hips, Josh hefted me up until my back was arched, and he could put his tongue on my clit. He licked at me like crazy as he finger fucked me, causing my body to quiver. Many times I almost lost my balance, but his one muscular arm held me to his face as his other hand rubbed my g-spot. The urgency, the craziness of the situation, was making my head spin. I was going to cum all over his face, but I wanted to hold off and feel that thick ten inches fill me to the core.
“Going to cum,” I explained, almost breathless. “I want to…I need to ride you now.”
I almost went flying off the bed as Josh set me down so he could pull off his own pants. Nothing was fast enough. He still had one leg in his boxers as I pushed him back against the headboard and straddled his lap. Pushing at my folds, his warm cockhead slid in, filling me up like no one else and bringing my hot pussy some relief.
Sliding my wet pussy up and down the shaft of his throbbing dick, I rode Josh hard. He felt so good stretching out my pussy walls and pressing into my cervix. Bucking back and forth, I shifted my hips until his shaft rubbed in precisely the right places. Friction built. Josh kept his hands moving, grabbing my breasts one minute, then my ass another. Sometimes he would grip both my ass cheeks, lifting me up and down and giving my legs a break.
Between getting winded and the growing tension in my core, I started to slow down. Keeping his cock thrust inside me, Josh pushed me down on the bed and started hammering my pussy. I wrapped my legs around his back, pulling him in as deep as I could, grabbing every part of his muscular back. His weight was heavy on me, adding to that feeling of being fucked by a man.
I couldn’t take it anymore. Screaming, I let go, throwing my head back as my pussy clenched his dick tightly. Josh grunted. I could feel his shaft swell, then we pulsed together as he filled me with his cum. We stayed frozen, connected, as we both rode out the waves, but soon he thrust in and out of me a few more times, causing his cum to spill down my butt cheeks and onto the sheets.
Josh had fucked me so good that I had to hold back tears. And then, he fell asleep, softly snoring as I got dressed and tiptoed out of the room.
That wasn’t the first time that I had been there to console him after a breakup, and we ended up sleeping together. It had happened a few times, actually — five times this year already after the five other girls that he had broken up with or had broken up with him.
The next day after it happened, we wouldn’t talk. In fact, it was almost as if we were avoiding each other. I remember standing at the mirror in my bedroom, brushing my long, dark brown hair the morning after he had broken up with Christa. I saw him in the window next door staring at me then diving onto the floor behind the bed. I knew that he had seen me, but I wasn’t ready to have a conversation about what had happened between us, if Josh had even remembered. I was pretty sure that he did because it took us a few days to even start talking again. And we were sure to avoid any type of romantic conversation.
I knew the reason for the avoidance was because our sleeping together could ruin our friendship. It was almost like we made a silent agreement not to talk about it and to move on, leaving the incidents in our rearview.
At any rate, we were both being deployed for the second time since we were in the same squad.
“We’re driving down to Camp Haan Army Base tomorrow,” I said to Monica, pushing my fries around on my plate, watching the grease ooze from them.
“Together?” asked Monica, wiggling her eyebrows playfully.
“Yes,” I said, laughing at the silly look on her face. “The road trip will take a few days, so it will save gas for us to go together.”
“Well, you know how I feel about things,” my friend said, pointing at me. Life is too short not to enjoy it. You know what? Maybe a road trip is exactly what you need to get you two out of the Friend
Zone and into Lover’s Lane.”
“I’m not too sure that that’s something I want,” I admitted to her quietly.
“Oh, here you go,” she said, sucking air through her teeth. “You’re afraid of commitment. I know. But sooner or later, you’re going to have to open up to someone, or you’ll spend the rest of your life all alone.”
Monica’s last words hit me like a ton of bricks. I knew that she was right. I had worked so hard for years to keep men at arm’s length so that I wouldn’t have to face the idea of commitment. As a matter of fact, Joshua was the only person that I could open up to and be vulnerable with. I was too afraid of losing him to risk pursuing anything else with him.
However, I wasn’t ready to admit all of that to Monica just yet, so I just sipped my drink and listened as she rambled on about her latest boy toy.
Chapter Two - Joshua
I threw a few pair of socks into my duffel bag as I moved quickly around the room. I was being deployed to Yemen, so I had to pack and get ready to go to California. Even though a large part of me hated being deployed because I will miss home so much, but I was excited about taking the ride to California with Nadia.
As if on cue, my phone rang.
“Hey, punk,” my best friend teased, calling me the name she had jokingly called me for years. “Are you about ready to go, or you’ve still got your panties in a bunch?”
I chuckled and shook my head, even though she couldn’t see. “Yeah, I’m about ready,” I said, throwing my toothbrush into my bag — the last thing that I needed to pack. “I’ll meet you around the front in ten.”
I hung up the phone and took one last look around my room. I had this sinking feeling that maybe I wouldn’t return to it but quickly dismissed the thought. I had to come back. I had so much more planned for my future.
Heading outside, I threw my bag in the trunk of my ’55 Thunderbird. I figured if we were going on a road trip, we might as well go in style. Nadia had always loved my Thunderbird and had even helped me fix it once when the catalytic converter went out.
“Finally,” she said, rounding the corner from the back of her house towards mine. “I thought I was going to have to send the calvary in after you.”
I laughed again lightly, running a hand absentmindedly through my curly, dark brown hair. I knew that I was due for a haircut but figured that I would wait until the barber on base cut it. I wanted to spend as much time being my normal, unkempt self until I absolutely had no choice. And they don’t give you much of an option in the army.
“Alright, have you said all of your goodbyes?” I asked, sliding into the driver’s seat and starting the car. It roared to life, humming loudly and vibrating the whole frame.
“Yep,” Nadia said, sliding into the passenger’s seat next to me.
“Then, let’s go,” I cheered, putting the car in drive and slowly making my way down the driveway.
I glanced in the rearview mirror and saw four sets of eyes, one from each of our parents in the window. I didn’t dare turn to look because I knew that my mother was probably crying. She held in her tears when we said our goodbyes, and then she went off to her room, where I could hear her sobbing uncontrollably.
After a few minutes, I put my mom and our old lives behind us. We were off to start a new mission. And the fact that we were going to get to do it together was an added bonus. I looked over at Nadia and smiled. She smiled back.
A small part of me wanted to reach over and grab her hand, but I didn’t. We weren’t exactly romantically involved. Sure, we’d slept together a few times, but it was never anything serious. And we never ever talked about it.
We had been friends forever, it felt like. We couldn’t mess that up. I needed Nadia in my life, and no way was that happening if we got together. I always managed to screw up relationships somehow.
The first fifty miles on the highway were filled with loud rock music and us screaming at the top of our lungs. We rolled down the windows and let the slight fall chill fill the car. There would be no relief from the heat once we got to the desert, so we might as well enjoy it now.
With her window down, Nadia put her arm out, letting her small hand ride the air current. I kept glancing at her as we sang together, admiring how she bobbed her head to the music and how her sunglasses always seemed to give her an air of authority. The girl had some fierceness to her. She had to, to be able to serve alongside us brutes.
We skipped lunch, opting to grab some burritos at an off-highway fast food place. It was on this second leg of the journey that I noticed that my best friend had stopped singing along with the music. Something was on her mind, and just by the look on her face, I could tell that that something wasn’t good.
After a few minutes, Nadia scooted closer to me. She turned down the radio and put a hand on my shoulder. “You know, I’ve always wondered why we’ve never been more than friends, especially after Prom.”
My heart leaped in my chest as I almost swerved the car. It was something that I had often thought about myself, but I never expected her to bring it up. We had an unwritten rule about not talking about being in a relationship. That Nadia had broken that rule was weird. It made me uncomfortable.
Prom night was the first night that everything could have changed for us. Nadia and I had met at the punch bowl. She looked absolutely gorgeous in a fluffy grey dress with sparkles all over the bust. I was wearing my dad’s black James Bond tuxedo (as he called it), and it fit me just right. I asked her if she was having a good time. She said that she was.
“Where’s Marc?” I asked, craning my neck around the gym, trying to see where her date was.
“I’m not sure,” Nadia answered, holding two cups of punch in her hands. “He was standing against the wall over there, but…”
Her voice trailed off as she spotted Marc from across the large open gym. He was leaning against the wall kissing someone. I looked closer and noticed that it was my date, Sarah, that he had been kissing. My heart sank. I really liked Sarah and had hoped that she would agree to be my girlfriend. But, after seeing her kissing Marc as if I didn’t exist, I was quickly having a change of heart.
Nadia and I marched across the dance floor towards the corner where they were making out. I pulled Marc off of Sarah, spinning him around to face me.
“What the hell, Marc?” asked Nadia, trying to yell over the blaring music coming from the DJ booth.
Her arms were folded, and she looked so angry that I thought that steam would start pouring from her ears at any second. Marc just grinned and shrugged. Sarah rolled her eyes at me, her arms crossed as if I were the one doing something that I shouldn’t have been doing.
“Sarah?” I asked, looking to her sheepishly for an answer.
She just shrugged and looked off in the distance. “I don’t know what you want me to say,” said Sarah. “I mean, he’s hot, and we kissed. That’s it. If you two knew what was good for you, you two would be going out. I mean, you guys seem close enough to be dating already. Why not?”
“Yeah, why not?” asked Marc, echoing Sarah’s words.
Needless to say, we left our former dates standing right there in the gym and didn’t talk. The question of us was unanswered. And the truth was that even though we spent so much time together, Nadia and I were both terrified to admit how we felt about each other. Or at least I knew that I was. I didn’t want anything to change between us or for me to lose her, so I figured that the best thing to do was to keep being friends.
That night, we laughed all the way to the hotel suite that I had reserved for Sarah and me. I figured that it was no use letting the reservation go to waste. We got a few sodas from the vending machine and started watching TV. Both Nadia and I loved the show Cops, so we probably watched about five episodes.
After a while, Nadia said that she was cold and asked me to move closer to her. I did. I wrapped my arms around her waist and held her tightly against me, feeling her round ass pressed up against my
cock. My best friend smelled so good, like heavenly flowers. I took a chance and ran my hand along her thigh, pulling her dress up slightly. She opened her legs and pressed my hand against her pussy.
Before I knew it, Nadia was down on her knees, unzipping my pants and shoving my hard dick into her mouth. I closed my eyes and moaned, feeling her wet mouth lap at my cock, sucking and slurping like she had done it many times before. I knew she hadn’t, though.
I knew that Nadia had never done anything like that before because when I laid her on the bed, lifted her dress, and slid my dick into her wet pussy, she yelped like it hurt a little. She was a virgin and had given her innocence to me. It must have hurt, but she moved her hips, circling them to meet my thrusts like she wanted more.
When I had finally pushed my whole dick inside of her, I just held her there, feeling her pussy walls throb and vibrate against my dick. I almost blew my whole wad right away.
I didn’t, though. I fucked my best friend gently, sliding in and out of her pussy over and over again as I looked into her eyes. Her core tightened against my dick, and I couldn’t contain myself anymore. Pulling out, I came long and hard, spewing my hot cum onto her dress.
We collapsed onto the bed, trying to catch our breath and process what had just happened. Neither of us spoke about it. A few minutes later, we turned the TV back on and started laughing again. It was like it had never happened. But it did.
We never talked about that night.
“Well?” Nadia asked, glaring at me. I hadn’t answered her question. Instead, I had gotten lost in the memories.
“I’m not sure,” I mumbled. My mind was blank, and I couldn’t think of any other words. Turning up the radio, I kept on driving.
It still wasn’t a conversation that I was ready to have. And even though we still had sex (great sex, I might add) every once in a while if we felt down, I didn’t ever think that it could be more than just great sex.
