My Best Friend ...And More

AUDREY

His handsome face hovered over mine, his look, expressing passion and desire. Slowly, he inched closer and kissed my lips. I was shocked at first, but his kiss became more drawing and intoxicating. I threw caution to the wind and wrapped my hands around his nape, drawing him closer.

The result was our bodies crashing against each other in a hot frenzy. A gasp escaped my lips as I felt his bulge against my center. His body felt warm and fit against mine. My center twitched as he kept grinding into me. I threw my head back and let out a soft moan.

I knew he was my best friend, and I couldn't explain how we got to the point of making out, but I liked it—hell, I loved it. He removed his lips, but just to slide down my panties. That was when I realized I was only in panties.

He pinched my exposed nipples lightly, and I whimpered. Soon, my panties were apart from me, and I lay naked under the dark and hungry gaze of William Flynn. Who would have thought? This had better not be a dream. Liam stood up on the bed—my bed—and slid out of his thong, exposing his long and hard dick to my pleasuring view.

"Wow!" I couldn't help but exclaim, but my voice had changed drastically, becoming breathy and husky. I saw him chuckle. Gosh! He was so handsome.

"You like what you see?"

I nodded. I couldn't process words anymore. All I wanted was to have him inside of me—thrusting, grinding, and loving. My center was already flowing in anticipation. He came on top of me while stroking his dick and grinning at me.

Then, his hands sought my clits, stroking it, and I squirmed. I threw my head backward, enjoying every touch that sent rippling shivers down my spine.

I gasped loudly when I felt him penetrate my center. He felt so huge but right. With slow thrusts, he found his way deeper into me.

"Yeah! Liam," I moaned, holding his waist and pushing myself up to meet him.

"I'm gonna make you cum while screaming my name," he said, thrusting deeper. My whole body shook, and my center never ceased to appraise him with juices.

It was so sweet, so right, and intoxicating. I heard Liam's grunts, and I felt so blissful that I was the one eliciting those heavenly sounds from him—not those other girlfriends of his. I closed my eyes as I neared my climax, swinging my waist in sync with Liam's.

My eyes fluttered open, taking in my environment. I was still in my room, but Liam was no longer on top of me, and my clothes were still on. The only difference was my damp panties.

Wait... What? I sat up, my eyes bulging out. Was this a dream? That was the only explanation. My head ached so badly. I groaned, holding my head with both hands.

In flashes, the memories of earlier came rushing to me. I remember attending a party with Lislie. It was there that I met Evie and Patty. I remembered seeing Liam grinding a girl at a corner in that sitting room, which caused me to down several glasses of champagne.

Then, how did I get here? I couldn't remember coming back. Yeah! I had walked toward the bathroom to relieve myself, but that was it. That was where my mind drew blank. Then, this erotic dream. Ugh! What in heaven's name was wrong with me? Hearing the sound of water from the bathroom sent shivers through my spine. Was this really a dream? Did I just have sex with my best friend?

Then the bathroom door opened, and Liam stepped into the room with a towel tied around his waist. He smiled as his gaze rested on me.

"Hey, stranger. You are up."

I forced a smile, ignoring my fluttering heart and my damp panties. "Hey, Liam. Yeah, I am up. How did I get here and with you?"

He chuckled, sitting at the edge of the bed. My eyes zeroed in on his hard, broad chest and his astoundingly flat tummy—he was really a work of art.

"I was lucky to have walked into the male bathroom, and I caught you just as you were about to hit the ground. And I decided to take you home. I found out from Lis that you downed several glasses of Champagne in quick succession. Whoa, bestie! That's not like you. Were you that thirsty?" He asked, peering closely at me, and I smiled.

So, that was just it? A good best friend driving his drunk best friend home. Then, why was he in the shower if nothing happened between us?

"So, why were you in the shower?"

He began scratching his head, and my heart quickened its pace. Was he about to confirm taking advantage of me in my drunken state? Because the image of our having sex was too vivid to be called a dream. Yeah, that was it.

"This might sound gross..." I couldn't help but furrow my eyebrows in confusion. Was he trying to say that having sex with me was gross?

"I had sex with Winnifred at the party. So, when I drove you down here, I decided to have a shower. I hope you don't mind?"

My head spun with each statement, and my heart ripped into a thousand pieces. I wondered why this was happening. This wasn't the first time Liam had told me about his escapades, why was I beaten low by this one? Because I thought the sex was real, and not a dream. Now, I was convinced that it really was a dream.

"I presume Winnifred was the girl that you were grinding at the dining area, right?" My voice was surprisingly low, and I hated it.

"Yeah. We are in the same department." I caught a glimpse of the girl at the party, and she wasn't in any way prettier than I was. Why her?

"It's fine. No problem. Are you sleeping over?"

I desperately wanted him to say yes because I longed for his company. We didn't really spend much time today, and we weren't even in the same department. He majored in Business Management, while I majored in Arts and Design.

"I'm not sure, bestie. Winnie is still at the party. I want to go pick her up. My coming back is under probability, but if I can, I will."

I nodded, and he stood up to dress up. There he was, tying my towel around his waist after showering in my bathroom, yet nothing happened between us—that was saddening. As he turned, I had a full view of his ass—firm and inviting. I closed my eyes and bit my lips.

What was wrong with me? "I'm done, bestie." He came closer to where I sat and hugged me. Leaning back, he pecked me lightly on the lips and rubbed my hair softly. "Take care, okay? I will call you to know if I will drop by or not."

"Okay. You, too, take care." He smiled at me before walking out the door. As he left, my room suddenly became empty, but I was comforted by his scent, which was still strong and embedded in my shoulders and clothes. I rested back against the headboard, with my eyes closed. I had finally found a word, or rather words, to describe this weird feeling of mine—I was falling for my best friend, Liam!