Literotic asexstories – Filled to the Brim by MourningWarbler,MourningWarbler
I also blamed Riley for sitting so close to me on the couch, his hand occasionally grazing my knee as we chatted that evening. Every time he touched me, I wanted more. Physical contact with him was like a drug I craved.
And that was a problem, because Riley and I had never been anything more than friends. We’d first met while working for the same company in our mid-twenties, but after our career paths diverged and we were no longer colleagues, we stayed in touch. Ten years later, we were both borderline workaholics, and we were both unmarried.
I told myself I was still single because I hadn’t found the right guy. It wasn’t for lack of trying; I’d recently ended a long-term relationship, and I was still hurting from that. Riley, however, was single because he had absolutely no interest in settling down.
It was as if Riley could read my mind, because he tilted his head, studying me with eyes the color of blue topaz. “So how does it feel to be single again?”
I took another sip from my glass of sauvignon blanc while I considered my answer. When I’d offered Riley a glass earlier, he’d declined but encouraged me to pour myself one. I’d had that one glass, quickly followed by another. It was a little strange to be the only one drinking, but after the day I’d had at my job, I needed to unwind.
“Painful… a little scary… but also somewhat of a relief,” I admitted. “Ted and I just seemed to be going through the motions, you know? Our relationship had become so routine, so…”
“Boring?” Riley offered helpfully.
I shot him a dirty look. “Figures you’d say that. You’re either working or fucking, so I imagine things never get boring for you.”
Riley grinned at my assessment. “I do manage to get a little bit of sleep now and then, between all the working and fucking. But in all seriousness, I was surprised you stayed with Ted as long as you did.”
As I stared at Riley, I noticed that a lock of his brown hair had fallen over his forehead, and I had to stop myself from brushing it back from his face. “What do you mean?” I asked, even as my fingers twitched with the desire to touch him.
“Well, you’ve always struck me as intense, and Ted is definitely not that.”
“Intense, huh? Is that a good thing or a bad thing?”
Riley ran a fingertip along my lower thigh as a smile danced on his full, gorgeous lips. “Oh, I think it’s a very good thing. I always wondered how Ted managed to please you in bed; he certainly doesn’t seem to be the adventurous type.”
I almost choked on my wine. “Riley! We are not talking about this!”
He smirked at my words, all the while caressing my knee. Was he actually making a move on me? I wondered before quickly dismissing the thought. This was Riley, my friend for the past decade. Riley, who looked like a fucking god. When we were in our twenties, he could have had me any way he wanted me; I would have fallen at his feet, like so many other women.
But he’d never expressed any desire to take our relationship beyond the platonic level. So why was he touching me now? Why was he bringing up my sex life? And why was I actually getting wet upon learning that he’d imagined me having sex?
He leaned closer, and our eyes locked. “Come on, Alicia. We’ve been friends for ten years. You used to be a lot more forthcoming about your sexual escapades before you met Ted. Remember the guy who used a vibrator on you and made you come so many times that you squirted?”
I squealed with mortification, cupping a hand over my mouth. “I never should have told you that! What was I thinking?” My face was hot as I quickly drank the rest of my wine. Before I could stop myself, I poured another glass. I was feeling a bit tipsy, since I’d had only a light dinner; with little food on my stomach, the wine was going straight to my head.
“I bet Ted never used a vibrator on you,” Riley went on, his smile downright wicked. “Hell, he probably never even used his tongue on you.”
“Riley, for fuck’s sake, I said we’re not talking about this!” I waved my hand in front of my face, feeling suddenly flushed. Lifting my long auburn hair off my neck, I yearned for a cool breeze, the stir of a fan. But Riley was sitting so close to me now, I swore I could feel the heat radiating off his body.
“Fine,” he said, his stare riveted on me as I took another sip of wine. “Let’s talk about your future. Now that you’re single, what do you want to explore sexually? What fantasy would you love to fulfill?”
My eyes widened. Riley had turned to face me on the couch, and I realized it would be so easy for him to lean forward and kiss me. The thought of those lips on mine made me briefly close my eyes and release a small sigh.
Then I gave him a devilish grin. It would be fun to shock him, I decided. He was obviously toying with me, flirting in his shameless way, and while I wasn’t sure of his motives for doing so, I was willing to play this game. Up to a point, at least.
“You really want to know?” I asked in a voice just above a whisper.
“I’m dying to know,” he replied. His hand was now resting on my thigh, the warmth of his skin working its way through the thin dress pants I wore.
Setting my glass of wine aside, I unfastened several of the top buttons on my blouse. Riley’s gaze followed the movement. “It’s hot in here all of a sudden,” I giggled.
“You’re always so damn adorable when you’re a little drunk,” he said, laughing as well.
I definitely didn’t want to be considered adorable at that moment. No, I wanted to get Riley’s cock throbbing, since he’d managed to get me wet.
“Okay, so my wildest fantasy that I’d like to indulge…” I pretended to consider, though I was well aware of what I planned to say. “That would have to be… double vaginal penetration.”
“Holy shit!” Riley exclaimed. By the stunned look on his face, I knew I’d succeeded in shocking him. “Are you fucking serious?”
Suddenly I didn’t feel so confident. The truth was, I did fantasize about it, but the way Riley was staring at me, his mouth hanging open, made me fear that he would judge me.
“Yes?” I said faintly, making the word a question.
He gazed at me in silence for a long moment, and I could only describe his expression as one of fascination. It was as if a mask had fallen from my face, and he was now seeing who I really was.
“Christ, that is so fucking hot,” Riley finally said, his voice husky.
“Really? You don’t think it’s too… out there?”
“Well, I admittedly never imagined that those words would come out of your mouth, Alicia. Hell, I’m no novice in bed, but I’ve never had the opportunity to do that,” Riley revealed. I noticed that his face was now a little flushed, too. “But no, I don’t think it’s bizarre. Not at all.” He shifted on the couch, and when I glanced down, I could see the outline of his erection through his pants. Quickly I averted my eyes, my pulse beginning to race.
But he’d noticed me looking. “Sorry about that,” he said, glancing down at his hard-on. He was smiling and didn’t sound sorry at all. “It’s just that when I imagine you having two cocks inside your pussy at the same time, I’m going to get very, very turned on.”
His words made me gasp, and when I dared to meet his eyes, I saw that his stare was hot. “If you ever get the chance to act out that fantasy, Alicia, the men you choose will be two of the luckiest bastards who ever lived.”
I could only shake my head even as I began to feel a needy ache deep in my cunt. His closeness, his obvious arousal, summoned forth my own lust. “It’s just a fantasy,” I said in a small voice.
“You could make it a reality if you wanted,” he whispered. His hand slid farther up my leg. “I’d be more than happy to make that fantasy come true for you.”
I began breathing faster, and when he finally cupped a hand between my thighs, we both moaned. “Riley…” Closing my eyes, I was hyperaware of his touch. “Who would we choose to join us?” I couldn’t believe I was actually speaking those words aloud, but the feel of his fingers seeking out my clit made me lose all inhibition.
“I have a friend, a guy I work with,” Riley said. His voice was guttural now. “Ian’s very private, and he’s actually just out of a long-term relationship as well. We wouldn’t have to worry about him running his mouth about this later on; I trust him.”
I leaned back against the couch, my moans growing louder as Riley expertly rubbed my clit. “But… would he… be interested in doing this with us?” It was hard for me to form a complete sentence by this point. My nipples were hard, clearly visible beneath my blouse, and as I stared helplessly at Riley, I finally allowed myself to admit how much I’d always wanted this from him.
“He’d be out of his fucking mind not to want to be a part of this,” Riley said with a grin. My hips began rocking, and I wondered how Riley was able to get me so fucking excited while touching me through two layers of clothing. “But what about you? Do you want to meet him first?”
“No,” I said, shaking my head. “I trust your judgment. And I think it would be more exciting if he’s a total stranger to me before we fuck.”
Riley groaned at my words. Leaning even closer, he brought his lips to my ear. All the while, his hand worked between my legs, and I writhed on the couch, betraying my excitement. “We’ll have to do a bit of planning for this,” he said. “I don’t want to hurt you in any way. Have you tried stretching your pussy with toys before?”
That question made my back arch, and as a soft cry escaped me, Riley pressed his lips to my neck.
“I’ve experimented with two small dildos,” I revealed. “But they’re definitely not the size of two cocks.”
“Still, that’s a very nice start,” Riley murmured against my skin.
“And I also tried to fist my pussy,” I went on quickly before I could lose my nerve. “But I’m either not flexible enough or my arms are too short, because I could only get half my hand inside, not all the way up to my wrist like I wanted.”
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