Can friends become lovers?

We have all had a friend, or two, whom we have a physical attraction to. Your personalities are compatible, they look good, and you can see potential. Then you have to decide whether to remain strictly platonic, or do a little flirting and see what happens. The real question becomes, can friends become lovers?

We had been friends for a while, and I knew he had a crush on me. Every relationship I had been in had gone sour within weeks, and I didn’t want to lose my best friend. Mike was great about it too, and although he often shared his feelings, he never pressured me to respond. We hung out at my house almost dai­ly after our college classes. Most days, we would hang out on the porch swing or watch TV in my room, and he would go home in the evenings. I loved spending time with Mike because he wasn’t like other guys. Not only could he bring me out of a bad mood almost instantly and make me laugh without trying, but we could lie on my bed and watch TV with­out him ever getting too friendly. We would cuddle, but that was the extent of it.

Today was like any other day. Mike came over to my house, and we grabbed a drink from the fridge and ran up to my room. I flipped the channels on the TV until I found a movie. As on ev­ery other day, I had changed out of my school clothes into small shorts and a body-hugging T-shirt. Though I tried showing off what little I had, Mike never took the bait. I wished every night that he would get a naughty streak one day and stop being so nice.

I had snuggled up to him, and we had fallen asleep until I woke up with his arms wrapped around me. I noticed all the lights were off and there didn’t seem to be any light coming from down­stairs, nor any noise. Though it was this time of night, even on a Friday night like tonight, every­one was usually asleep. I wig­gled out of Mike’s grip without him stirring. The moon was shin­ing in my room and I had pretty good light. I couldn’t help smiling because he was so darn cute. I whispered his name to see if he would wake up, and the only re­action I got was for him to roll onto his back.

I had dreamt of this many nights, except in my dreams I woke up to him touching me, and though the dreams varied, we always ended up making love.

If I woke him, I would still be too shy to tell him to stay with me, but at the same time, it seemed like a waste just to cuddle all night. While I was debating with my­self, my hands had taken on a life of their own. I had started inching his shirt slowly upward, so as not to wake him, and started lightly running my hand on his stomach. I knew there wouldn’t be an easy explanation if he woke up, but I was enthralled with how soft his chest hair was. I ran my fingers through his chest hair and light­ly scratched them down his side, giving him goose bumps.

He barely moved throughout my exploration of his stomach, so I got bolder. I started running my fingers along the top of his jeans. Even in the darkened room, there was enough light for me to see that I was affecting him. I had no clue what he was dreaming about, but I’m sure they were turning sexual if they hadn’t been before.

My own body was responding in ways I wasn’t used to, which just served to let my shyness slip away. My body was on fire, and I wanted him, needed him to wake up. I had masturbated before, but I knew that it wouldn’t suffice this time. Besides, I would rather Mike wake up to me touching him than him waking up and seeing me fingering myself.

When I went from running my fin­gers along the top of his jeans to slowly undoing the button and un­zipping them, I noticed a change in his breathing, but I continued. I was sure he was awake, and if he wasn’t going to stop me, then I was going to see how far he let me go. I rubbed the very notice­able bulge through his boxers. I loved the effect I had on him. I slipped out of bed long enough to close and lock my bedroom door. From the edge of the bed, I could see that Mike’s eyes were open. I knew I had gone too far to explain why I was touching him in my sleep. I stood at the edge of the bed and started tak­ing my clothes off.

Pretending I didn’t notice he was awake, I pulled my T-shirt over my head and unsnapped my bra. I pulled my shorts off, leaving just my g-string on. It was soaked with my juices, and for a mo­ment I debated on taking it off, but decided to leave it on. I was so horny that when I pulled my shorts down, just the slight touch­ing of myself had made me moan from pleasure. I ran my hands over my pussy, ever so lightly, but enough to make me moan again. I was beginning to believe it was a very vivid dream since Mike hadn’t tried stopping me.

When I crawled back into the bed, I straddled Mike and kissed him. He kissed me back, pulling me closer to him. His first kiss sent tingles shooting throughout my body, and I had a mini orgasm. Afraid to break the spell by talking, I used my flexibility to kiss him while slowly working his jeans off of him without breaking the kiss.

Maybe Mike didn’t quite realize that it wasn’t a dream either, but he didn’t try to stop me. I started grinding on him, loving the feel of his hard cock rubbing against my wet bottoms. I wanted him to fuck me then and there, but as soon as I started pulling his box­ers off, I was flipped onto my back. He pulled away from me, breathing heavily, trying to get himself under control.

I mean, if we were going to do something to regret later, I want­ed total release, not the pent-up orgasm that had been building.

I was stark naked. I pulled him back to me, kissing his neck and nibbling on his ear. With that, I lowered my head to his crotch and licked him from his scrotum to the tip of his shaft. He groaned as my tongue licked at the hole in the end just before I wrapped my lips around the head and sucked him into my mouth. I took him just a few inches in as I looked up at his face. I drew back and then took him deeper. I began to pump his throbbing cock deeper into my mouth until I had almost all of him. I felt his cock hit the back of my throat as I sucked and licked him.

He pulled my head up and kissed me, and I felt the heat building again. My body was begging for him, and the determination I had to keep our relationship pla­tonic had disappeared. If I had known that kissing him was go­ing to awaken my body, I would have done it earlier. He asked if this was what I really wanted. I don’t think he was ready for the response I gave him. I whis­pered into his ear, “I love you and there’s nothing I want right now more than to have you make love to me.”

He kissed me with renewed pas­sion. His hands traveled all over my body, followed by his lips. I thought his hands felt good on me, but his lips brought on a whole new wave of sensations. He ran his tongue around my nipples, lightly flicking them with his tongue, then engulfing them in the heat of his mouth. Every time he switched sides, the other ached for his touch again. I lost count of the orgasms wracking my body as I tried not to make much noise. My nails dug into his back. When he started rubbing his hand on my pussy, a whimper escaped my lips. He found my clit and rubbed it while nibbling on my left nipple. I knew I was humping his hand and drenching it in juices. It didn’t take long, and I screamed into his shoulder as a massive orgasm hit me. Instead of being satisfied, I wanted him in­side of me. I had turned from shy to hornball, and I didn’t want to go back.

My politeness was gone, and I or­dered him to fuck me. He started to comply, hesitating at the en­trance of my pussy. I gripped his cock and guided it in. It hurt a little bit, but before he could get all emotional about hurting me, I wrapped my legs around his waist and raised my ass off the bed, forcing him to bury his cock into me. It felt so good. I didn’t want it to ever stop. It felt so good, but he didn’t last long. I knew that though it was the first time for us, it wouldn’t be the last. I went to the bathroom to clean up. I took my time.

When I walked back into my room, I saw my own fears mir­rored on his face, but no regret, only the love he had shown me before. I kissed him, laying his worries to rest, and cuddled him, knowing this was the start of a wonderful relationship.

Can friends become lovers? We say yes! Sex is sex, it doesn’t always have to lead to a committed, forever relationship.

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