Good Friends - Sex Stories

Good Friends

I looked at her studying on my bed, from my place at my desk. Every week she came over, sometimes more often. I thought it was a ruse to get to flirt but I wasn't going to bring it out into the open. It was more enjoyable to just enjoy her company and conversation as she gave it. We had been friends for over two years. This past year we had gotten much closer, each of us telling the other things we had never told friends before. Since a few months ago, the teasing we often used with each other had become more and more sexual. I wasn't sure what to think, as she smiled and touched my arm while she flirted. It was always in front of others, in public, so it was safe for her. Watching her bent over her book, reading so intently she didn't notice me staring, I wondered how she really felt. I had been having dreams lately that I woke from disturbed and excited... Just last night I had dreamed I was dancing with a woman, dressed in heels, skirt, blouse, and surreally, a black feather boa. We had circled each other, gradually moving closer, then she was pulling me to her. I pressed my hips against hers, as she pushed me back upon the couch behind me. I sat abruptly, and she moved between my legs, rubbing against me, still kissing me deeply. Dazed, I moved my left leg behind her, difficult because of the skirt I wore. It slipped up my thighs and she ran her hands up to my bare hips, grinding herself against me. I felt myself getting wet, warmth flowing inside me. Our mouths opened ...

... further, I moaned as she slipped her hand into me, her tongue sliding into my mouth as sensually as her fingers touched me. Then I was awake, confused and more than a little alarmed. I remembered her dark curly long hair, piled on top of her head, soft spiraled curls floating down over her ears, and blushed lips. I whispered, gay? Me? At the least, the thought of sex with a woman excited me, or my subconscious. The more I thought about it, sitting in that dimly lit room, with the Christmas lights glowing at the steamy window, I realized I relished the idea. I got up, throwing the sheets aside, and went to the window. I leaned my forehead against the window, watching my breath condense on the icy glass. Looking at the white birches far below, I shivered. They swayed back and forth like dancers to a beat I couldn't hear, beckoning to me. I opened the window, letting in the freezing air. The breeze carried in the scent of wet earth and snow and old leaves, whipping the papers s**ttered on my desk around. The hills were almost black in the distance, distinguished from the sky that was full of brilliant stars shining above. I stared out the window, losing myself in the cold breeze that blew over my flushed skin. After becoming aware that I was shivering, I leaned out and drew the window handle to me, shutting it. Getting back into bed, I felt a wetness between my thighs, and reached down to see what it was. My hand came back glistening clearly in the soft colored light. I lifted one ...