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Okay, this is my first effort.
All the usual copyright stuff applies: archive it for free if you
want, don't make any money out of it (optimism...), etc.

I would really appreciate any feedback you want to give, even if you
think it sucked big-time (maybe especially).

Okay...
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It was only when I realised that she was staring straight back at my
own 
reflection that I realised I had been openly ogling Emily. The image
of her 
gently bouncing tits in the mirror at the far end of the gym had been a 
hypnotic point of interest for at least a minute. I wondered how long
she 
had been looking back at me.

Emily is Naomi's best friend. I'll never know how many hours of 
surreptitious leching of her I've sneaked in the seven years that
Naomi and 
I have been together. She is 27 with a nice figure, lovely tits (big
but 
not too big) and a delicious bottom which she usually keeps in the
tightest 
jeans she can find. I'd always assumed that Emily was pretty much
unaware 
of her regular starring role in the fantasies that ran through my
mind, but 
this was the second time in the last week that I'd been so carelessly 
obvious. A few days earlier, while visiting that flat she shared with 
Wayne, she had been walked through the living room covered only in a
thick 
white towel, having just showered. The towel was well wrapped around
her, 
but high, the hem exposing her legs all the way to the top. I
swallowed as 
I caught an achingly brief glimpse of the faint creases where her toned 
thighs met her smooth buttocks. At that second she turned to look over
her 
shoulder. My attention was just too steadfastly held to turn away
quickly 
enough, and she caught me mid-stare. I didn't know what to do or say.
As my 
brain raced through the options the problem was solved, as Emily turned 
away once more and left the room without breaking stride; too quickly
even 
to catch my blush. Later I wanked myself silly, imagining Emily naked,
on 
all-fours and moaning as I buried my face between those beautiful
thighs 
from behind, while my tongue revelled in the musky paradise of her
pussy.

This time Emily didn't turn away and I found myself frantically
thinking of 
some way out. The best I could come up with was the raise of my
eyebrows 
and a tight smile normally used to acknowledge the catching of
someone's 
eye. Although I considered that this had been delivered with
practically 
Oscar class nonchalance the word 'lame' echoed loudly in my mind. To
avoid 
further eye contact, I made as if to busy myself with the settings of
the 
cycle machine that I was using. Well, sitting on anyway. My discomfort
was 
magnified by the fact that I had offered to give Emily a lift home
from the 
gym. Shit. Nothing much to do except to try and brazen it out really. 
Pretending it hadn't happened seemed like the wisest option.

As I began my stretching down exercises I realised that Emily was just 
completing hers. By the time I had finished Emily was gone; departed
for 
the showers. As I left the changing rooms I realised that I would not
be 
very surprised to find that Emily had already begun her walk home, in 
preference to a car journey in close proximity to my ogling self. But
she 
was there waiting. She said nothing about my indiscretion, and we
exchanged 
only a little idle chatter as I drove her home to the large Georgian 
building which housed her flat.

I parked the car and turned towards her, preparing to say goodbye. I
paused 
as I realised she was staring ahead with a serious, thoughtful
expression 
on her face. 'Oshitoshit', my mind babbled as I realised that Emily was 
trying to decide how to broach a difficult subject. It was only a
second or 
so before she spoke, but it was long enough for a deep dread to settle
in 
my stomach.

'Paul, you were staring at me again today,' she said as she turned to
face 
me, her eyes holding mine.

It was a simple statement of fact. Simple and undeniable.  As I
realised 
that she was not about to continue I groped for a response to fill the 
silence from which she seemed determined not to let me easily escape.

'I'm sorry?' I blurted, continuing my blinding run of lightning quick 
thinking in tricky situations.

'I think we ought to have a chat. Will you come in a minute?'

Mutely I followed Emily to the front door of the building. I wasn't
sure if 
I was going to able to sit through the lecture about how wonderful
Naomi 
was (which she is), or about how I was supposed to be a good friend of 
Wayne's (which I am - up to a point) which I was sure was about to
follow. 
Was she going to talk to Naomi about this? Probably. I had already been 
shocked several times at the, frankly unnecessary, details of their 
personal lives that the two close friends seemed quite happy to share. 
After all leching is just leching. What's the problem? It's a bloke
thing - 
hardwired. Are we supposed to deny our masculinity and ignore the
natural 
attraction of the female form? My indignation was dulled by a sardonic 
voice in my mind: 'No, but a bit of discretion would avoid a lot of 
embarrassment'. 

The flat was on the third floor. I climbed two long flights of stairs
just 
behind Emily staring resolutely at my feet. At least I wasn't going to
get 
caught again. Well done!

Emily let us into the flat and invited me to sit down while she went
and 
made coffee. I had plenty of time to contemplate the intense discomfort 
which was to follow. I decided that the best course to follow would be
a 
pre-emptory apology, and a promise not to embarrass her so in the
future, 
with a sincere hope that she wouldn't feel the need to upset anyone
else 
with the story - all to be delivered as soon as she entered the room,
and 
preferably before she could say anything. 

As the living room door began to open I took a deep breath and.held it. 
Remembering to breathe was not at the top of my confused mind's list of 
priorities at that moment. My recently made promises to myself never to 
gawp at anything ever, ever again went the same way. My jaw dropped
and my 
face began to flush as Emily entered the room clad in a large white
towel. 
Her long dark hair had been tied back and left to trail over one
creamy, 
and tantalisingly bare shoulder. A minute later I would notice that her 
face was also flushed. But not yet. All but the very tops of her
breasts 
were covered by the towel, yet their shape and their highness seemed
only 
to accentuated. Her slender arms framed an expanse of white terry
cloth, 
ending.ending with the sleek lines of her thighs, smooth and taught as
she 
stood just inside the doorway and faced me. Eventually I exhaled. I
looked 
her in the eyes but slid back down to her thighs before reasserting 
control. She was staring at me with an expression I couldn't quite 
determine. It was only when her tongue darted along her lips and began
to 
bite her top lip that I realised Emily was nervous. Nervous, and maybe
(but 
no, surely not), just maybe more than a little bit excited.

I held my mouth shut. A sound judgement based on my previous form that
day.

'Do you really enjoy looking at me?' she said, her breath catching,
but her 
eyes not wavering. 'What do you think about when you're staring at me
like 
that?'

Now by this time I had realised that something was going on, but there
was 
still a corner of my mind that was resolutely refusing to accept that 
everything was as it appeared. 'Things like this just do not happen.
You're 
about to get a lapful of coffee. Just you watch.' And while this seemed 
less and less likely I wasn't quite ready to own up to my thoughts of 
spurting come all over her chin and hair, rubbing my rampant cock
between 
her well soaped boobs while listening to her scream in pleasure with a 
vibrator buried deep inside her soaking pussy. Not quite.

'Right now I'm wondering what you'd look like without that towel,' I 
managed in a commendably steady voice, given the circumstances.

Our eyes held each other and I sensed that she was coming to decision. 
There was a line here that could be crossed or drawn back from. A
dangerous 
but heady boundary which, once crossed could not be re-crossed. And if
the 
decision was to pull back from it it would have to come now.

I gasped as she let the towel fall to the floor, conclusively leaving
the 
area of my attention, and this story. Emily's breasts rose and fell on
her 
chest as she breathed deeply and quickly. They were beautiful. Rounded
and 
firm, they rose leaving her dark nipples pointed upwards. Pointed they 
were. As I sat, shocked and admiring I began to imagine taking one of
those 
sweet nipples in my mouth, running my tongue over and around it,
caressing 
it to even sharper attention. Her stomach was toned after time spent
at the 
gym and her stomach was almost flat. Her mound was covered by a pair of 
lacy knickers, cut high, and flimsy enough for me to be able to easily
see 
the narrow line of her carefully shaved pubic hair through them. My
eyes 
became glued to her barely covered mons and I noticed there was a
definite 
impression of clinging. I realised Emily's cunt was already sopping
wet. My 
cock was rigid and uncomfortable in my jeans without my even realising
that 
it had been hardening.

'Oh, my God Emily.' was all I could manage. I was suddenly breathless
as 
well as wordless. I gazed at her body in front of me, a wet dream, and 
tried to wonder how this might still all come crashing down around me.
It 
wasn't going to. Nope. Emily wanted me; I could see it in her face and
I 
could see it in her knickers. It was still too much to take in.
Suddenly a 
wave of guilt threatened to enter the scene. I dismissed it; time for
that 
later. No point in feeling guilty until *after* you've fucked your 
girlfriend's best friend. Right on.

I got up from the sofa and walked across the room to stand in front of
her. 
I don't remember who move toward whom but the next thing I knew or
bodies 
were pushed close together as we kissed deeply. She closed her eyes and 
whimpered but it was obvious that she didn't intend to be placidly
taken, 
projecting guilt and responsibility away from herself. She was hungry.
Her 
hands moved to the back of my head, running through my hair. My hands
slid 
down and over her hips as I began to softly caress her bum through the 
silky fabric of her knickers. She moaned again. As we held each other
ever 
more tightly Emily began to grind her hips. My rock-hard penis, which
was 
already in imminent danger of strangulation due to a treacherous
twisting 
of my boxer shorts complained, and I gasped sharply. Emily drew away
and I 
prepared to make the urgently necessary adjustments, but she was
pushing me 
backwards. My calves hit the sofa behind me and I fell onto it. Emily
knelt 
between my legs her eyes fixed on the (curiously angled) bulge in my 
crotch. She reached for my belt and began to unbuckle it.

'I'm going to suck your cock', she breathed. Her own words seemed to
add to 
her own excitement (not to mention my own) and there was a frenzy of 
unbuttoning and unzipping before she reached into my boxers and
retrieved 
my throbbing rod. I couldn't prevent a moan as her fingers found me. I
was 
as hard as I've ever been and I realised straight way that I was on a
hair 
trigger. Emily stared at my cock as if fascinated by it. I ran my
fingers 
through her hair, noticing the way her tits hung away from her chest, 
swaying very slightly.

'I can't believe this is happening', I said. She looked up at me before 
turning her attention back to my throbbing member. Infinitely slowly
she 
drew my back my foreskin, revealing the head of my cock, already slick
and 
glistening. I felt her breath - cold on the wetness covering my by now 
unbearably sensitive glans. Her finger and thumb made a ring as she
held 
the base of my penis tightly. With her other hand she gripped my stem
and 
began to move wank my foreskin slowly back and forth. The sensation was 
incredible and I gasped and squirmed. She must have sensed that I
wasn't 
going to be able to take too much of this and moved her mouth towards
my 
raging manhood. I moaned before her tongue even touched me. The 
anticipation was almost too much. Her tongue began a teasingly slow
journey 
from the base, which she still held between finger and thumb, to the
moist 
tip of my cock. I moaned her name as her tongue slid over my frenulum
and 
the next thing I knew she was bathing the head of my cock with her
tongue, 
swirling it around, teasing the sensitive slit and running it around
the 
rim of my glans. I was in heaven, but we both knew that this wasn't
going 
to last. Without warning her lips slipped around me and she took me
into 
her mouth. Straight away her head began to bob, her lips forming a
tight 
ring around as she pushed me hard and fast towards my beckoning climax.

'I'm going to come Emily. I'm going to come in your mou-hou-hou.'

 I never finished as she finished me. That exquisite choreography of 
tightening and spasming muscles sent me into a thrashing ecstasy. I
bucked 
and shouted as my come erupted from my cock and into her eager mouth.
She 
continued to suck producing sensations that I wouldn't have believed
were 
possible, as wave after wave of pleasure engulfed me. I couldn't ever 
remember coming with that intensity before. Her head rose and she
looked 
into my eyes and I noticed she had come on her chin.

'Do you think I'm a slut?' she said, her voice thick and husky.

'Emily, that was just incredible. It was.'

I was lost for words.

'Make me a slut,' she whispered, and I realised her hand had slipped 
between her legs. She was fingering her wet slit through the fabric of
her 
knickers. My cock was already beginning to harden again. She helped me 
wrestle out of my clothes. I stood and we exchanged places - Emily sat
on 
the sofa as I knelt on the carpet. The smell of her pussy was thick,
her 
crotch saturated, and I was already throbbing again. I began to run my 
hands slowly over her breasts, barely grazing her nipples, gently
caressing 
and exploring. Emily closed her eyes and her fingers found my hair
again, 
pulling my head forward to her breast. I squeezed her nipples before 
pinching them harder eliciting a surprised gasp before engulfing her
left 
nipple. My tongue flicked and teased, and I gently nibbled. She was
gasping 
with every breath now, her fingers kneading my scalp and I realised
she was 
trying to push forward to grind herself against me.

'My cunt', she gasped. 'Please. I'm throbbing'.

She didn't need to ask twice. I hooked my thumbs under her knickers and 
pulled them off as quickly as I could. Emily sank into the sofa, eyes 
closed, rested her hands on the outside of her thighs and slowly
spread her 
legs. I gazed at the beauty of her. I had never seen such a beautiful
cunt. 
I let my eyes wander over the neatly trimmed bush covering her mound
down 
to the perfectly formed and glistening slit, open slightly from the
spread 
of her thighs. Her clit was swollen and her pussy was bathed in her
juices. 
The air reeked of sex and I noticed the sofa was becoming damp.

'You want to be a slut?' I asked her.

'Yes' she hissed. There was urgency in her voice.

'Finger yourself for me.'

Maybe it's a little kink, I don't know, but I've always loved to watch 
women playing with themselves. I knelt in front of her, my penis
already 
painfully stiff once more and watched as she began rubbing her finger, 
slowly up and down the entrance to her pussy. Before long she had
pushed 
two fingers inside and she began to move quickly in and out quickly.
With 
the two fingers of her other hand she began to work on her clit,
rubbing 
around it with slow circular movements, but speeding up. She was in a 
frenzy.

'Are you going to fuck me? Are you going to fuck me?' she was shouting.

'I'm going to fuck you and I'm going to fuck you hard, you slut. But
not 
yet.'

I took hold of her hands and pulled them away. She moaned, grasped my
head 
and pulled me into her. I buried myself between her thighs, surrounded 
myself with her sex. My world was her smell and the sweet taste of her 
honey. I have never understood men who won't go down on their
partners. Me, 
I can't get enough of it. There's something almost religious about
kneeling 
in front of a woman and immersing yourself in her cunt. In some ways
it's 
more intimate than fucking. I ran my tongue up and down, gently over
her 
clit, almost teasing. From the way she was bucking it was obvious she 
wanted more. I used my fingers to spread her pussy wide open, exposing
her 
clit. I began to flick my tongue back and forth across it rapidly, but
only 
just grazing. When she began to get a little too wild I moved to the
spot 
just beneath her clit and let her calm down again. Then, for my own 
enjoyment more than hers, I pushed my tongue into her opening, coating
my 
face with her juices, revelling in it. As my tongue darted rapidly in
and 
out I gently worked on he clit with my finger. She was squeezing her
tits 
and pinching her nipples, eyes shut and mouth open. Beautiful.

I covered her entire pussy with my mouth and began to suck on her
clit. She 
tried to clench her thighs, but I just forced them back wider again,
gently 
sucking her towards an orgasm. I reached underneath her and began to
finger 
around her anus. She was screaming and bucking her hips so hard I had 
trouble keeping her in my mouth now. She seemed to be building up to a 
climax so I slowed her back down again.

'Oh, you bastard, no! I want to come. Make me come!'

I ignored her. After I'd brought her to the edge like that twice more I 
decided I couldn't wait any longer. I had to fuck her. I was desperate
to 
soak my cock in her pussy. I pulled away.

'Come here. Over the arm,' I ordered her.

As she stood from the sofa and bent over the arm, spreading her legs
wide 
once more, she was begging me to fuck her, wanting me to promise to
suck 
her clit like that every day. I stored the offer away for due 
consideration. Standing behind he I savoured the sight of her wonderful 
backside. I teased her puckered hole with my finger. She shouted with 
frustration and spread her lips with her fingers, inviting me in. I 
positioned myself ready to plunge and she surprised me by pushing
back. The 
entire length of my cock slid easily into her in one go. We both
shouted 
out. As I began to thrust, slowly at first, I took a juice coated
finger 
and gently pushed at her anus.

'No' she said. But not very convincingly.

I slid my finger easily inside her and she squealed as I began to fuck
her 
hard. She was grunting with every stroke and I could feel her rubbing
her 
clit, hard and fast. She was pushing backwards to meet each thrust, my
body 
slapping against her buttocks as I fucked her with abandon. The
sensations 
of my hot cock sliding in and out of her pussy were staring to produce
a 
familiar urgency deep within my groin and I fucked her hard pushing
towards 
my climax. I wanted to come at the same time as she did but her
bucking was 
affecting my rhythm. She was squealing, almost screaming, then shouting 
'I'm coming, I'm coming' and all of a sudden my cock exploded. I
shouted 
out as I came into her, and came, and came. I felt like I was spurting 
buckets in her, flooding her filling her. The feeling of release was 
tremendous and almost too much. Eventually the spasms subsided and I 
collapsed, utterly exhausted.

As we lay gasping I heard the front door of the flat open. Wayne had 
arrived home.






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