Good Friends - Sex Stories

Good Friends

... closed eyes, and looked at me bewildered but with his own smile. This amused me more. My smile got bigger. Classes went on and on, and now I was looking at my study partner in my room. She flipped a page in her thick hardcover book, mulling over the literature of the 1800's. I reached behind my stereo to pull out a cassette, and inserted it into the machine. Pressing "Play", I knew the music would disturb her and knew also that was why I was doing it. I wanted to talk. As the first notes started up, she looked up from reading questioningly. I smiled and asked "Do you mind taking a study break for a few minutes? My notes are starting to look like secret code." "No, no I don't mind at all. You have any soda left? My throat is killing me from that cigarette." "Yeah, coke or ginger ale. Which do you like?" I bent to open the fridge, waiting for her reply. "Ginger ale." I picked out the plastic bottle and poured some into a mug. The foam crept over the side, I dipped my finger to it and wiped it off, and absentmindedly sucked the liquid off my finger. I looked up to see her looking at me oddly. Actually oddly was not quite the right word. It seemed more like a realization surfacing. Of what I wasn't sure. I got up from the chair and handed the cup to her, turning it so she could grab the handle. Instead of taking it that way though, she let her hand slip over mine. I stood there by the bed, holding this cup, unsure of what exactly to do next. I smiled nervously, my tongue ...

... moistening my lips. She let her hand linger a moment longer, enough so I was now painfully aware of her body heat and the subtle softness of her fingertips pressing into my hand. She took the mug and took a sip, keeping her eyes on my face. I didn't sit back down immediately but paused, watching her. As her tongue darted out and licked the rim, curving around the edge, I realized the rather unpleasant sensation of my heart racing, and my palms getting moist. Oh God, I was so unsure. Maybe it was just my deranged mind that was misinterpreting her actions, I didn't want to make an absolute fool of myself and lose her friendship. She held my eye, and licked her lips, mimicking me. She stretched her arm out and put the cup down on my desk, then rearranged her body on the bed, so she was sitting there cross-legged, hands under her chin. "Why don't you sit on the bed? Standing there doesn't look too comfortable." Unthinking, I climbed up on my own bed, and sat next to her. She kept her body angled away, then reached out again, this time to grab her book and open it back up to where she had stopped. Her hair fell forward, hiding her profile. I looked at her sitting there, at her bright hair flowing over her shoulders, revealing the pale skin at the back of her neck, and the hem of her shirt, that curved down closely over her torso. Before I could think about what I was doing, I had leaned forward and reached up to turn her face to mine and was kissing her deeply. Inwardly shocked at myself, ...