BFFs (Best Fucking Friends)

“Good morning sunshine.” I say smiling over the brim of my coffee mug as I watch Sam saunter sleepily into the kitchen. “Morning.” She says hoarsely while pouring herself some much needed coffee. I chuckle to myself as I remember her very drunken state last night. Her girlfriend Julia is getting married in a week and last night was the bachelorette party. All seven girls were completely shitfaced. I literally had to carry Sam over my shoulder to the car, which wasn’t hard to do considering I’m 6’3” and she’s only 5’2” weighing in at a buck seventy soaking wet. She’s got curves though. She gets her hips and ass from her mother and  thankfully God blessed her with a decent set of tits to match the front with the back. She could easily be a model, but she’ll never see it. I brought Sam back to my place last night because number one; I was too worried to leave her alone with how drunk she was and two; I couldn’t find her keys in the luggage bag that she calls a purse. Why do women feel the need to carry so much shit?! This isn’t the first time though that she’s crashed here or I’ve crashed at her place. We’ve been best friends since high school and there’s always been a mutual open door policy between us. I watch her pad carefully over to the couch with her full mug and nestle herself into the corner. “Thanks for the Excedrine.” She says as she carefully takes her first sip. “Yeah, I figured you might need it. You were pretty tuned in last night.” I reply. I lose myself in thought remembering having to wrestle her into her spare pj set that she’s still wearing. My dick twitches at the mental image replaying in mind. I mean, even though we’re best friends I still find her attractive as hell, and last night she had me fighting for my life not to fuck her. “Yeah,” she nods. “ I barely remember getting dressed for bed...” She looks up at me with her gorgeous green eyes from her cup, her cheeks blushing a soft pink hue. “Umm I undressed and dressed you.” I state trying to judge her expression. “I know.” She says softly, “And I also know that I didn’t make it easy on you and I’m pretty sure I remember trying to fuck you.” She says nervously. “Yeah, you definitely did try to do that. Multiple times actually.” I laugh rubbing the back of my neck. “I’m sorry Ryan.” She says wincing. “Nah, you’re good. We all can get a little bit crazy when we’re drunk.” I reassure her. “ Besides I just rubbed him out in the shower afterwards.” I tease. Her eyes go wide as she almost chokes on her coffee. “You did not!” She squeaks her voice cracking. “I certainly did.” I say calmly. “We might be best friends Sam, but I’m still a guy and you’re a very attractive woman who was putting her hands in all the right places last night as I was trying to respectfully undress and dress you. If I didn’t care for you as much as I do, it definitely would have been a much different story.” I say honestly, taking a sip of my own coffee. I nonchalantly adjust myself trying my best to hide the semi I’m now sporting thanks to the subject at hand. “Oh…I um didn’t realize you even thought of me like that. I mean, I know you call me beautiful and we play flirt and stuff but I didn’t know I could “get” to you.” She says honestly back. I run my hands anxiously through my hair. “I’ve thought of you like that for years now Sam, but I didn’t want to ruin what we have together. Our friendship means too damn much to me to let my dick fuck everything up between us!” I confess before realizing the words spilling out of my mouth. Fuck. This is not how I thought our morning would go. Definitely not with me professing my true feelings for her, and now I wish I had something stronger than coffee to help me through this conversation. Sam sits there staring; silently processing my words. Her lack of response is making me nervous as hell, like I just dropped a bomb on our ten plus years of friendship and now im praying to God I didn’t fuck it up. “But it wouldn’t fuck everything up.” She says softly. “How do you know Sam? We’ve never even so much as kissed, let alone anything sexual! You don’t think sex would complicate things?” I ask genuinely curious on how she could be so sure. “No I dont. Not when I feel the same way about you.” She says looking up at me with dark hooded eyes. “Why do you think I tried fucking with you last night?” She asks. “Umm because you were shitfaced…I figured it was just the alcohol.” I reply. “I was pretty shitfaced but not enough not to know better. The alcohol just gave me an excuse to finally have your body against mine and to let my hands roam where they’ve been wanting to for awhile now.” She says with a wicked grin. Her words sink in and my body feels like it’s on fire, burning with a need to have my cock buried inside her. I focus on her body and realize it’s burning for me too. Her breasts are swollen and full making her nipples strain against the thin white material of her tank top with every rise and fall of her chest. She’s trying hard not to squirm as I imagine she’s as wet as I am hard. “What changed?!” I ask giving in to the burning question inside my brain along with all the sexual fantasies that I’ve had about Sam. “Remember last year at your brother’s wedding when I accidentally walked in on you trying to get dress after your shower? And you were gloriously naked? Yeah, I can’t get that image of you out of my head. Since then I have fantasized about all the different ways I could have sucked and fucked your dick had I been brave enough to stay.” Holy shit! Her words have my cock ready to explode. I push myself up from my chair and scoop Sam up throwing her over my shoulder again. This time I smack her ass hard as I carry her to my bedroom. She squeals and laughs. “What was that for?! Where are you taking me?!” She asks. “That was for being a naughty girl last night,” I reply, “and I’m taking you to my bedroom to finish what you started last night.” She giggles and pretends to kick in protest; I smack her ass one more time for good measure. This is going to be so much fun. I drop her gently on the bed and watch her loose tits bounce while her chocolate waves of hair pool around her. She’s so fucking beautiful. She smiles and bites her lip while I hold myself above her on the bed. My heart is pounding with excitement to finally satisfy the craving I’ve had for her for years now. I press my lips to hers, kissing her deep and slow. Her hand sifts through my hair pulling gently as she fucks my mouth with her tongue. I press my erection against her inner thigh making her moan in my mouth. “Fuck me Ryan…please. I need you inside me.” She begs breaking our kiss. “Patience Beautiful, I need to make sure you’re ready for him first.” I tease. She whines in protest until she realizes my plan. I want to devour her pussy. I’ve only ever dreamt of how it looks, tastes and feels, and now I need to know. I pull off her shorts and panties in one swift motion, tossing them on the floor as she does the same with her top. I’m so distracted by her beautifully naked body that I barely hear her coaxing me to take my clothes off too. I stand up from the bed and push my pants down to the floor. Stepping out of them I kick them over to where her clothes lie on the floor. She sits up on her elbows and stares at me. Drinking in my body like I am hers. She gives a devilish grin before parting her sun kissed thighs revealing the most perfect pussy I’ve ever seen. She’s smooth and swollen with full, luscious lips resting in front of her glistening pink slit just begging to be sucked. I lick my lips and dive right in. She’s so fucking wet and tastes like a dream. I circle my thumb over her clit as I shove my tongue deep inside her, licking and sucking up the delicious pool of precum dripping from her slit. She throws her head back and lets out one of the sexiest moans I’ve ever heard that goes straight to my dick. I moan back against her wet heat flicking my tongue feverishly against her clit while shoving two fingers inside her. I crook them, stroking her g-spot over and over making her cry out for more. She grabs my hair and arches her back, digging her heels into the bed while her hips buck against my face. “Oh God Ryan!” she cries out, pinning my face to her pussy as she rides my tongue through her first orgasm. Fuck! I need to feel her cum dripping down my dick. I wait for her hips to slow before reluctantly pulling my face away from her delicious cunt, reaching for a condom in my nightstand drawer as we both try to catch our breath. “What’re you doing?!” She asks panting. I hold up the condom. “Fuck a condom! I want to feel you inside me. All of you Ryan; bare and raw.” I freeze. I would love nothing more than to feel her slick pink walls against my bare cock, but I don’t want to be reckless. “Are you sure Sam? I mean I’ve never—I don’t want—“ “Yes Ryan, Im sure. I’m on the pill, and we can even get a morning after pill if you want. Just pleeease for the love of God fuck me already!” She pleads. I love how greedy she is for my cock. I drop the condom and focus my attention back on her dripping wet pussy. I fist my thick shaft and rub the engorged head back and forth against her clit, sliding between her slick lips teasing her greedy cunt. She squeezes her eyes shut and bites her bottom lip hard, squirming beneath me trying to get me to slide in. “Please Ryan..” she whines softly. “Look at me.” I growl, “I want to see your face as you feel me slide deep inside you.” Her eyes lock with mine as I position myself at her entrance. Her eyes go wide and her jaw drops into the perfect “O” face as I slip through her soft lips and push deep inside her warm, wet pussy. She’s so tight making me curse her name as my cock fills and stretches her. We both still and lose ourselves in the moment, feeling each other for the first time. The soft, slick pink walls of her sex squeeze my thick shaft as I swell and flex inside her. She gasps and cries out as I bury myself even deeper inside, stretching her pussy to its max. I thrust my hips hard against hers, fucking her rough and deep claiming every inch of her sex with my dick. There are no words between us, only the the primal sounds of ecstasy escaping from our mouths as our bodies collide. She digs her nails into my shoulders as she grinds hard against my dick edging me closer to release. “Let me ride you.” She pants as she taps my arm to switch positions. I lay on my back and hold my dick as she straddles me. Her lips dangle above me, dripping with desire as she positions herself over my throbbing cock. I watch as her lips slide up and down my shaft coating me with her delicious, white cream. The sight alone is enough to make me want to nut. I fucking love lips and hers are perfect, it’s like her pussy was made for me. She circles her hips against me, sliding me deeper inside. I want this moment to last forever, but she feels way too fucking good that I can’t hold out any longer. I grab her hips and slam mine against hers, my pace quickens as Sam grabs my shoulders to steady herself. I feel the pressure building as my balls draw up. “Sam, I gotta cum!” I blurt out grabbing my cock trying to give her enough time to move. She jumps off me and to my suprise kneels beside the bed squeezing and pushing her tits up to me. “Cum on them.” She says. It’s like she can read my freakin’ mind. Glazed tits are my favorite. I scramble to the side of the bed while having a death grip on my dick; trying my best not to cum. I get to her just in time before giving into my release and nutting all over her tits. Her DD’s never looked so good. I hand her a small towel to clean up with while I clean myself up too. “See I told you sex wouldn’t complicate things,” she says. “We are still BFFs.” Yeah?” I question, “BFFS?” “Yes! Best Fucking Friends!” She states proudly. Her pkay on words makes me laugh. “Don’t you mean BFFF?” I ask. She pauses for a second with a puzzling look. “Best Fucking Friends Forever?” I state. She lets out a huge laugh. “Yes! Best Fucking Friends for Life!”