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Subject: {ASSM} Spending the Night Together {Sagittaria} (MF rom)
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Date: Sat, 11 Nov 2006 20:10:02 -0500
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Should she get up and go to Rick's bedroom? April had been lying 
awake, wrestling with this question, for an hour now. Earlier in the 
evening she had considered putting her hand on his knee, or leaning 
in and kissing him while they were talking, but she didn't have the 
nerve to make a move. Now Rick was in bed and this was her last 
chance.

The two of them had met in high school, shortly after Rick's family 
had moved there from Wisconsin. An Army brat, Rick had lived in 
several states and countries already, while April had lived in 
California her whole life. She had befriended him, and helped him 
settle in to his new school and make new friends. The move would have 
been really hard without her help. Rick also helped April, showing 
her around her hometown in a way that only a newcomer could, and 
expanding her horizons with stories of the places he'd been. They 
became best friends, even though most kids thought it was impossible 
for a boy and girl to be friends without there being any sexual 
overtones. They hung out together whenever possible, and spent hours 
on the phone, discussing school, music, TV, their respective attempts 
at romantic relationships, and everything else under the sun.

After high school, they had both stayed in the area, eventually 
getting jobs and their own apartments, and they had remained friends. 
People they met continued to be amazed at their platonic closeness. 
Both of them dated, but those relationships didn't affect their long-
time friendship. Perhaps it was inevitable that a couple of years 
after graduation, April realized one day that she did have feelings 
for Rick that went beyond friendship. She just didn't know what to do 
about it.

She cringed and pulled the covers up over her head in shame as she 
remembered that night. She had recently broken up with her third 
boyfriend so far that year. She wondered why her relationships never 
seemed to take off. She never seemed to fall deeply in love the way 
some of her coworkers talked about. Suddenly she realized, Rick was 
the only person she had deep feelings for. She loved him! Because it 
had developed slowly, beginning with simple friendship, she hadn't 
recognized the feelings as the same thing her girlfriends always 
described, but now she knew they were there.

Rick was just starting to date a woman he had met at work, but their 
relationship wasn't serious, so she thought it would be okay to tell 
him how she felt. But how should she do it? She didn't want to risk 
damaging their friendship. She would be lost without him in her life. 
She invited him over for dinner, which was a common enough 
occurrence, and tried to think of what to say. She had several drinks 
to give herself courage, and it seemed to work. After dinner, they 
were sitting on the couch trying to decide on a movie to watch, when 
she steeled herself and interrupted. 

"Rick, I ... need to tell you something important." She hurriedly 
spit out the rest. How she had broken up with Mike. How she never 
seemed to make a connection with the guys she dated. How she realized 
it was Rick she had loved all along. How she wanted to give their 
relationship a chance to grow in a new way, but how she absolutely 
didn't want to hurt their friendship. He listened intently, with 
concern written across his face, and didn't interrupt until she was 
done. Then he cleared his throat and stiffly said that she'd been 
drinking too much, that he didn't think dating her would be a good 
idea, and that he'd better go home because it was getting late.

She cried herself to sleep that night and the next, and didn't talk 
to Rick for a week - the longest they'd ever gone without speaking 
except when one of them was out of town. Finally she called him. 
"Still friends?" she asked hesitantly? "Of course," he assured her, 
and they never spoke of it again.

As the months went by, it became harder and harder for April to be 
around Rick and hide her feelings for him. He continued to date, but 
never took any of those relationships to a deeper level, and whenever 
he was between girlfriends April had to struggle with herself not to 
shout at him, "I love you! Give me a chance!" Finally she realized 
she couldn't go on this way. She hadn't dated anyone since Mike - 
there was no one she was interested in when Rick was around. It was 
tearing her up seeing him week after week and not being able to 
express her deepest feelings. She decided it would be better for her 
to make a clean break and try to start over without him in her life. 
She applied for a job transfer and was soon offered a position across 
the country, in Pennsylvania.

"Oh my god, Ape, I'm really gonna miss you." Rick was shocked at the 
news, and hugged her tighter than ever before. "I mean, that's great 
that you're getting a promotion, but I can't imagine life without you 
being here." She had lied about the promotion - she couldn't tell him 
that she was actually taking a slight pay cut in her desperation to 
get away from him, to escape the constant reminder of what she could 
never have. She simply thanked him and agreed that it would be a 
difficult change.

They had hung out together nearly every night since then, knowing 
their time together was coming to an end. Now it was her last night 
in California. The movers had come and taken away all her furniture 
and April had turned in her apartment key. She was spending the night 
on Rick's couch before getting on the plane the next day. They had 
stayed up late, talking and watching movies, and reminiscing about 
high school days. 

All through the evening April had considered trying one more time, 
some subtle or not-so-subtle touch to let him know that she would 
stay here in a heartbeat if he wanted her to, but she knew it would 
be futile and couldn't face ending their last night together on a 
sour note. So they laughed and talked and cried a little and finally, 
April had made up the couch with blankets and Rick had gone to bed. 

Should she get up and go to Rick's bedroom? She knew the answer, 
keenly felt the embarrassment it would cause, and the agony of being 
rejected, so she didn't try. But she couldn't sleep. Funny, although 
they had been best friends for years, they had never slept under the 
same roof, and the thought of him being so near was inflaming her. 
Was he wearing pajamas, or did he sleep naked? Was his penis erect as 
he slept? She'd never know what it looked like or felt like, but she 
could imagine. She reached down to touch herself under the blankets 
as she imagined getting up and quietly slipping into Rick's bed. 

In her imagination, she turned his face toward hers and kissed him, 
then ran her hands along his chest. As she moved her hands further 
down, she felt his naked cock, fully erect. She imagined it was 
average length and very thick, with a pronounced head like a 
mushroom. She kissed down his chest and then took his cock into her 
mouth before he finally awakened. He was surprised at first, but 
delighted when he saw it was April. He lay back and moaned, and 
fucked her mouth for a little while, before stopping her and pulling 
her up to lie beside him. 

She continued masturbating as she imagined the scene. He looked into 
her eyes for a long moment, then kissed her deeply. His hands began 
roaming over her body, followed closely by his mouth. He suckled 
first one nipple, then the other, flicking his tongue over them and 
biting very gently, driving her wild. He caressed her sensitive inner 
thighs, then fiercely pressed his tongue into her sex, licking as 
though he couldn't get enough.

April's fingers moved furiously on her clit as her imagination went 
wild. At the brink of her orgasm, Rick stopped licking. She made an 
incoherent sound, then a gasp as his thick cock slid inside her. It 
was even harder than before. The full head stimulated her on each 
stroke, and in what seemed no time she came, hard. Rick came too, 
inside her, neither of them caring about the consequences since they 
would be together forever. 

With that thought, April came for real, pressing her face into the 
couch cushions to muffle any sound she might make. When her body was 
relaxed, she cried a little more and then went to sleep.

Rick's alarm went off at 5:30 AM. He reset it for 7:30 AM and put it 
on the table near April's head, then went to take his morning shower. 
He had offered to stay home from work and drive her to the airport, 
but she had refused, saying it was better to let the evening stand as 
their goodbye. He supposed that was for the best. He couldn't believe 
how much he was going to miss her, was missing her already even 
though she hadn't left yet. 

He thought of the night six months ago when she got drunk and made a 
pass at him. She had just broken up with some jerk and must have been 
on the rebound, and getting drunk didn't help matters any. He knew 
she didn't mean it. But it was still one of the hardest things he had 
ever done to turn her down. He probably hurt her feelings, being so 
abrupt, but he'd had to be firm to stop himself from taking advantage 
of her condition. He knew it was just the alcohol talking, and he was 
right - she had never mentioned it again once she sobered up. But 
once the possibility had been raised, he'd been thinking about it 
constantly. 

He'd considered making a move on her after that, but he knew it would 
be violating her trust, and their friendship. It would also be an 
embarrassing reminder to her of what she had done when she was drunk 
- if she even remembered it at all. He was an honorable man, so he 
couldn't do that to her. But he hadn't been able to get the idea out 
of his head, which meant he hadn't been able to bring himself to date 
anyone else since then. Six months! It was probably good in a way 
that she was leaving. It would force him to shake off the feeling 
once and for all, and get on with his life. Hell, maybe he'd been 
giving off vibes subconsciously and making her uncomfortable, and 
that was why she was leaving. No, that was silly, she had gotten a 
promotion and had to move to accept it. These things happen.

His morning erection resurfaced in the shower as he thought about 
April. Like most young men, Rick was quick and efficient at taking 
care of that problem, but today he lingered as he thought of her hair 
splayed out over the pillow on his couch, of the swell of her hip 
under the blanket. God, he was hard! 

He imagined going out there and waking her. He would stroke her hair 
and kiss her face until she opened her eyes. In his imagination she 
welcomed his kisses, and returned them. When she saw that he was 
naked from the shower, her eyes opened wide, and she smiled. She sat 
up and took off her nightgown, then motioned him to lie down on the 
couch.

He imagined lying there, with April stretched out on top of him, 
kissing him and rubbing their bodies together. His hands found her 
nipples, then caressed her hips and backside, before sliding down to 
find her hidden warmth. It was wet and inviting, and he slipped a 
finger inside her, and then two. She rocked her body against his and 
he couldn't help thrusting up against her. Soon she sat up and 
straddled him, and let his cock slip deeply inside her. She rode him 
hard, her hands pressed firmly on his chest, until they came 
together. She shuddered with the intensity and lay back down on his 
chest. He imagined asking her to stay, and she agreed. 

With that thought he came, leaning against the shower wall for 
support until he was done. He finished his shower and got dressed, 
then went back out into the living room. He felt a little guily 
looking at her, but she was sleeping peacefully and had no idea what 
he'd just done, or what he was thinking. He knelt beside the couch 
and stroked her hair, very gently so that he wouldn't wake her. He 
kissed her forehead and she made a sound, but stayed asleep. "I love 
you, April," he whispered, then let himself out to go to work.

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---->Sagittaria<---- 

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