Hart's Desire

Literotic asexstories – Hart's Desire by MatthewK,MatthewK
Waking up, Sheila Hart didn’t need to glance at the alarm clock to know it was too early for her to get up. However, her bladder insisted, and the twenty-one year old sighed. Rolling out of the nice warm bed, she quietly padding to the bathroom, completely unconcerned that she was naked.

After relieving herself, she cupped a hand and drank a little from the tap, washing the aftertaste of sleep from her mouth, and studied herself in the mirror.

Shoulder-length auburn hair framing her oval face, complimented with a slender nose and thin lips, she was very pretty, not needing make-up to enhance her looks. Most people thought she was still in high school. As a redhead, going to the beach this summer hadn’t really changed her naturally pale skin any, aside from the slightly-noticable tan lines from her bikini. Obviously she inherited her fair skin from her mother, along with her aquamarine eyes. Going a tanning salon was a thought, but there were still reports on the news making her leary of being bombarded by vast amounts of concentrated ultra-violet radiation. She didn’t need cancer, thank you very much.

Looking down at herself, she was proud of her athletic figure. Thanks to a love of dancing, soccer, and healthy, gourmet-quality meals Jesse prepared every day, her slender build had just the right amount of feminine curves in her opinion. Because of it, she often looked taller than her five and a half feet.

She could almost cup her firm breasts completely in her hands, and in the sticky heat of the summer it was a blessing not needing a bra. Unlike other girls she showered along side in her soccer team, her aureola and thick nipples were quite pale. At least the girls never teased her about her petite breasts.

What she was truly proud of was her bare pussy. It had been her own mother, during one of their mother-daughter talks entering puberty, who’d suggested keeping her vagina clean-shaven. Not for appearance sake, but it was easier to maintain when it came to hygiene, and felt better wearing briefs or thongs. As she was in most things, her mother was right. With its noticable dimple and well-defined cleft, it was easy to understand why some of her teammates were envious of her pussy.

Advice her mother had given her years ago came to mind. Never be anybody but yourself. If someone doesn’t like you for who you are, quirks and all, then they’re not worth being a friend. Smiling with renewed pride, she nodded at her reflection. Damn right, mom. Damn right. There were enough guys out there willing to get into her pants; she wasn’t going to debase herself just to lose her virginity.

Stepping from the bathroom, Sheila paused. That was freshly-brewed coffee she smelled. Peering over the bannister, the kitchen light illuminated the grey carpeting of the hallway at the base of the stairs. Debating going back to bed, the aroma was too enticing to ignore. Returning to her room to struggle into a tight-fitting jersy, more to ward off chills than to conceal her nudity, she headed downstairs.

Entering the large kitchen, she tiptoed across the cold tiles and went straight to the young man sipping a coffee at the oak dining table. Leaning over to kiss him on the cheek, she got a warm smile in return.

“Good morning,” she greeted, feeling far more awake than her usual sluggish morning routine. Seeing it was six in the morning, she was grateful it was Saturday. “I hope I didn’t wake you up.”

Jesse Wolf shook his head. “Not at all. I just got down here when I heard you getting up. I made another coffee if you want.”

“Thank you.” Giving him another kiss, she padded to the counter to mix herself a mug. His coffee always tasted better than hers, and his cooking couldn’t be beat. Coffee in hand, she joined him at the table.

Wearing only a pair of black boxers, where most mornings he was fully dressed before coming downstairs, he was absently rubbing his scarred right shoulder, glancing through his college textbook.

Having been best friends since they were kids, they were sensitive to each other’s moods. Ever since the car accident eleven years ago that nearly claimed their lives, they were inseparable.

Losing his entire family four years ago, Jesse had inherited the house and sizable inheritance. As he lived alone with no other relatives, Sheila was more than happy to move in at his request before they enrolled in college together.

Because of their bond, she sensed something wasn’t right with her friend, and rubbed his forearm.

“Hey there,” she said gently, ducking her head to look in his eyes. “What’s wrong?”

Jesse tried to shrug, but winced doing so, not going unnoticed by her. “Nothing, really. I think I just slept wrong. That’s all.”

Having cared deeply for each other for years, they knew warning signs of trouble, usually being able to help before problems got out of hand. Right now, she didn’t think something major was wrong, but neverless felt concern.

Only a week younger than herself, Jesse was still thin as he was as a teenager, but every now and then she noticed he was developing a muscular build playing hockey, especially on his hairless chest. He was definately attractive with his square jaw, narrow nose, and hazel eyes. Masculine in almost a boyish way, he didn’t need to be a stereo-typical muscular hunk to be a man.

However, it wasn’t just his looks people noticed with his shirt off. Where she’d been lucky to escape the car accident when they were ten with a faint scar inside her left thigh, where she’d nearly bled to death, he hadn’t been so fortunate. His broad back was scarred. While others cringed seeing it, Sheila found they were badges of honor. The doctors said if he hadn’t used his own body as a shield to protect her when the dump truck broadsided them, some of the wreckage he took in the back would have killed her. She owed him her life, and had never forgotten that.

What a shirt didn’t hide was his hair. Wearing it long, most of it was brown. However, from the top of his head down to the tip of the bang that swept over his right eye, the long patch was pure white, a result from the accident. They said it came when the car’s roof had crumpled inward to pin them, a jagged piece slicing through his scalp where the white was now. She vividly recalled being trapped, before the paramedics came, not knowing if her motionless friend was dead. His blood trickling onto her, she’d screamed over and over, not from pain, but thinking he was dead. Thankfully, she rarely relived it in her nightmares. Personally, she loved the white patch of hair, and still tease him he was part skunk.

Sheila also knew him intimitely too. Since they were little and continuing into this summer, they’d go skinny-dipping in the small river in the bush behind the subdivision. Seeing each other unclothed so much, it was no shock when they caught the other naked, especially going to and coming from showers and in the morning as they both slept in the nude.

Most of the time she saw his circumcised cock soft, the pubic hair over it and his scrotum thin, much like the hair on his limbs and stomach. She’d seen it erect quite a few times, too. Bending like a banana, the thick shaft was topped by a large head that reminded her of a fireman’s helmet. They’d measured it erect before, and she’d been surprised to find it was only a little over six inches. Because it was so thick and well-formed, she’d guessed it was closer to eight inches, though guessing measurements was hard for her.

Despite being so-called average, she thought it was just the cutest thing, soft or hard, and loved the times she spied it. Over the years, many nights she masturbated thinking of Jesse and his cock. Granted it was the only one she’d seen in the flesh, but it still heightened her lust when horny. Sheila was sure he masturbated thinking of her too, and the thought always left her feeling warm and sexy.

Right now she wasn’t thinking of his cock. Her best friend didn’t look any different this morning, but she knew something at the very least was bothering him.

She covered his hand with hers. “It’s your back again, isn’t it?”

He looked like he was going to deny it, then thought better of it and simply nodded.

Damn, she thought. She should have known he wasn’t feeling well as he went to bed early last night. She’d sensed something then, but thought he was just tired.

“I almost forgot. You had that date last night,” Jesse mentioned. “How was it?”

You sneaky skunk, Sheila thought, amused at his skillful change of topic. He’d be by her side day and night if she needed him, but pretended his problems were minor things. He did it she suspected not to appear manly, but felt guilty when she looked after him, feeling he was a burden. She thought it was horseshit, and told him that more than once, yet he still down-played his problems.

“It was okay,” she replied, “until we left the restaurant. We were going to catch a movie, but getting in his car, suddenly he was a whole different guy.”

Jesse’s expression darkened, a sign his protective streak was kicking in, but held his tongue, willing to hear the whole story before reacting.

“Yeah,” she agreed with his unspoken thoughts, “he was another one of those guys. I really thought this time it was going to be different, but it wasn’t. He didn’t even start the car before he was pawing me, saying stupid things like, ‘C’mon baby, ya know ya want it’ and other crude things. Bring a girl out to dinner on the first date and she’s supposed to be your little love doll right afterwards. He even dangled a condom in front of me, as if we were going to do it right there and then.”

Seeing Jesse’s expression darkening more, she held up her hand to forestall an outburst. “You know I wasn’t going to put up with that,” she continued, “so I got out of his car. He had the gall to get out too and grab my arm, telling me I owed him and I was going to sleep with him to pay it off.”

Suspecting what was coming, a small grin came to his lips. Sheila on the other hand was grinning from ear to ear. “You guessed it. He’s not going to be pissing that well for at least a week, not with the kick I gave him. Guess he forgot soccer players are very good at kicking balls,” she laughed. “I hoofed it to the nearest bus stop and came home. You were asleep when I got back, so figured it could wait until morning.”

“I hope that bastard won’t be able to have kids now,” Jesse said maliciously. While he knew she could take care of herself, he was still like a wolf protecting its mate when it came to her. “It’s guys like that who should not be allowed to pass on their genes, making another bastard to infect society with.”

“I agree whole-heartedly,” she said, rubbing his arm. She was grateful he was so protective as it made her feel special, and it let her see how deeply he cared for her. “I think I’m going to cool it with the dating scene for a while. I don’t seem to be having any luck, so I’ll quit while I’m ahead.”

Shifting in her chair, she gave Jesse a stern look. “Now that you know how my night went, let’s get back to you,” she said, poking his breastbone with a finger. “Why didn’t you tell me you were in pain last night?”

Shrugging, he winced again. “It wasn’t too bad. I figured get some sleep and it be better getting up.”

“But it’s not better, is it? I didn’t think so. You’ve had this before, and you know I can help. I wish you would stop trying to pretend nothing’s wrong when there is. So many times you’ve bent over backwards for me, and I won’t accept doing less for you. Understand?”

Standing, Sheila brought their empty mugs to the sink and returned to take Jesse’s hand, pulling him from the chair. “Let’s see if we can at least ease some of your pain. No buts, Jesse. You know it worked before.”

Surrendering, he followed her to the second floor. While he went to bathroom, Sheila went to her room to get the oil and peel off her jersy. Then going to the master bedroom, she grabbed the old sheet from beneath the king-sized bed and had it laid out by the time he returned.

She turned to face him. “Drop ’em,” she smiled, pointing to his boxers and jerking her finger down.

Doing as she asked, he climbed onto the middle of the bed, grimacing from the movements. When he was stretched out on his belly, she joined him to kneel at his side. Seeing the scars brought back the painful memories of their creation, but she pushed it aside, concentrating on Jesse’s needs.

Sheila had bought the vanilla-scented massage oil not only because it was non-toxic, but edible too. Over the years helping ease Jesse’s occasional back pains, she’d become skilled massaging him, and took any opportunity to practice on him. Not to mention the added bonus of seeing and feeling him naked. She also knew he eagerly enjoyed the sight of her being naked above him.

“This is going to hurt for a while,” she warned, rubbing her hands together to warm the oil. “Try to relax and let my fingers do their work, okay?”

When he nodded in understanding, she started on the back of his neck, kneading firmly. His muscles felt like granite beneath her strong fingers, a sign he was long over-due for this. Though he tried to remain quiet, gasps and groans of pain still escaped. She hated the thought of hurting her best friend, but it was only temporary pain, and was benificial.

Moving to his shoulders, the texture of the puckered scars felt neat under her fingers. The largest scar began on the right side of his rib cage and cut up over his shoulder blade to the front of his collar bone. The torn metal which created it was one of two four-foot-long swords of wreckage that would have impaled her clean through, killing her if he hadn’t deflected them with his back. As her hand ran over a circular scar on the ribs, Jesse gave a short, harsh cough, his entire body spasming in pain.

“Oh God,” Sheila cried in horror, whipping her hands from him. “I’m sorry, Jesse. I forgot it would do that.”

“No prob,” he managed through clenched teeth, his body sagging as the momentary agony passed. “It’s just my body remembering, reminding me I’m still alive,” he chuckled, the pain in his voice robbing some of the humor from his words.

Sheila remembered too. The scar was from the second long lance of metal he prevented from reaching her. But where the first had sliced upwards across his shoulder, the other stabbed between his ribs, piercing a lung to emerge out the front of his ribs. Even now she recalled the bloody six-inch spike sticking from his chest as he hung over her in the wreck, the echo of his scream as the wreckage impaled him sending a shiver through her. She didn’t know if there was a higher power in the universe, but if there be, she was grateful it kept Jesse with her.

“I’ll be more careful,” she promised, hesitantly continuing the massage. Working slowly lower, his grunts lessened, strong muscles finally relaxing with the release of tension. When the back was done, she leaned forward to do his arms, the oil allowing her fingers to slide effortlessly despite the pressure she applied. The air was filled with the aroma of vanilla, their favorite scent besides freshly-brewed coffee in the morning.

Shifting position slightly, she applied more oil to knead his buttocks, enjoying how the firm flesh and muscles clenched and relaxed beneath her fingers, and the tiny gasps of pleasure Jesse made. She loved his butt, both nude and in tight jeans. Working his legs, she secretly smiled watching his bum wiggling from massaging the sensitive backs of his thighs.

Finishing with his toes, she sat back on her heels. “Okay, time to roll over, rover,” she giggled.

Jesse complied, his short grunt a far cry from his earlier pain-filled moans.

“You don’t have to do my whole body,” he said. “I’m feeling a lot better now.”

“Oh no. You’re not getting away that easy, Jesse Hunter Wolf.” On impulse, she suddenly swung her leg over his narrow hips, easing her firm buttocks onto his thighs. Her hairless pussy rested on his scrotum, its hairs tickling it slightly. In response to the touch of her warm flesh, his cock throbbed several times, thickening to become semi-erect. She pretended not to notice as she started with his arms.

“There,” she said in amusement, “you’re trapped. Let’s see you get away now.”

“I don’t think I can,” he admitted, his grin matching hers. “Or that I’d want to.”

“That’s right,” she laughed, leaning over to give him a kiss on the lips. “I got you, and I’m keeping you.”

His former groans of pain were becoming moans of pleasure as she worked his muscles. The feel of his slippery skin under her fingertips was luxurious, and she concentrated on prolonging the massage.

“Jesse, can I ask you something,” she asked out of the blue.

“Sure,” he replied. “You know you can anytime.”

“Well,” she began hesitantly, “last night, as I was going to bed, I got to wondering. I’ve been trying to find a guy for a while now, granted without luck. But, except for the girl you took out started college, I can’t remember you dating anyone else. I can’t get why out of my head.”

“Oh, that. It might take a bit to explain.”

Sheila grinned coyly. “That’s okay. I’m not letting you go for a while.”

“Well, in that case,” he chuckled. “How do I explain? I think in part it’s the girls I meet. At first all of them seem nice, but the moment they find out about the house and truck, suddenly I’m the catch of the day, and they want to move right in. And of course, that means getting rid of you.” He shook his head. “No way that’s going to happen. I don’t care how nice they seem. Remember the obsessive girl two years ago?”

Sheila frowned at the memory. “The one calling at all hours of the day and night, hanging up whenever I answered? Wasn’t she also the one who practically staked out the house looking for you?”

“That’s the one,” he answered with a grimace. “It’s that type that turned me off dating. Since then, I guess I got discouraged and a little scared to try again, if that makes any sense.”

She nodded. “I understand perfectly. That’s why I’ve decided to cool it myself. But I heard you say that was part of the reason. It’s more than that, isn’t it?”

“Damn, Sheila, you know me too well,” he laughed.

“You better believe it. Come on, Jesse, it’s okay to tell me.” Done with his arms, she sat up straight, resting her hands on either side of his waist, waiting. In that position, her arms were pressing her small breasts closer together, creating a bit of cleavage he couldn’t help but notice.

“It’s going to sound pretty wierd, I think,” he warned.

“Maybe,” she replied, gently rubbing her fingers on his breastbone, “but it doesn’t mean I don’t want to understand. No matter what it is, you won’t offend me. You know that.”

“That’s true,” he granted. “Well, here goes,” he said, taking a deep breath before explaining.

“We’ve known each other, and been best friends for, what now, fifteen years? You’ve always been there for me, looked out for and after me, and know me better than anybody can. More than a few times I’ve wondered if you can read my mind.”

Sheila laughed. “I’ve wondered the same thing about you sometimes.”

“Exactly. This’ll sound corny, but I feel you’re my soul-mate. I can’t imagine life without you around.”

“It’s not corny because I feel the same way,” she admitted, tenderly stroking his cheek. Unconsciously he nuzzled her hand. “I never doubted we were meant to be best friends. Even mom has said many times we’re two peas in a pod.”

“So true. Looking for a girlfriend, I guess I’ve based the ideal one on, well, you. You’re smart, wise, caring, patient, funny, and playful. Everything and more someone could look for in another.”

“Flatterer,” she whispered affectionately.

“If flattery is being honest, then guilty as charged. I know basing a possible girlfriend on you will leave me a lonely man. You’re too special to compare other girls with because no one can come close to you. Ever since you moved in, I feel I don’t need a girlfriend. Seeing you every day is more than I could ever ask for.”

Leaning over, she gave him a long, heartfelt kiss, letting it speak for her. As they parted, both were flushed and breathless, Sheila feeling the stirrings of arousal and noticed Jesse’s cock was now fully hard. It took a lot of willpower not to caress it.

Not yet, her mind told her, the thought startling her, but exciting her too.

“Okay,” Sheila paused, realizing her voice was husky and tried to calm her beating heart. “So you’ve been looking for someone like me for a girlfriend. I can understand that. I was doing the same with you for boyfriends. But what about how they look? Short, tall, fat, thin. You know, stuff like that.”

“Oh,” he blurted. She could tell he hadn’t given it much thought before, and it didn’t surprised her. “Well, I’m not sure. I always thought you had the perfect body actually.”

“Me,” she exclaimed in shocked amusement. Shaking her head in mock pity, she tsk-tsked him. “You have got to get out more, Jesse. Look,” she cupped her breasts, “these barely qualify as tits. Surely you want bigger ones than these.” Gripping his wrists, she brought up his hands to cover her breasts. “See? They’re barely a handful for you.”

“So they don’t hang down to your waist or take out an eye jogging. I think they’re perfect. They’re firm, noticable, and,” he couldn’t resist giving them a gentle squeeze, “soft. And incredibly sexy. They’d turn any man on, and not simply because they’re tits.”

“Maybe,” she admitted. Personally, she’d always been comfortable with petite breasts, but thought he liked bigger ones. Knowing now he liked her breasts . . . . Her nipples tingling beneath his oiled palms. Damn, she thought, he keeps flattering me like this, and I’m going to get wet any minute now.

“I think I understand,” Sheila said, brushing the white bang from over his right eye. “In other words, you want someone like me, with possibily the same body. But between that and finding gold-diggers, it hasn’t worked out for you. You’re scared looking anymore is just going to lead to disappointment, and decided it’s better to wait until something happens naturally, rather than forcing it. And, you’re content with me around, even though we’re best friends and not dating. That sound right?”

Jesse nodded. “I couldn’t have put it better myself.”

Squirting more of the vanilla-scented oil on her hands, she began massaging him again, starting from where she stopped on his arms and winding onto the shoulders. Slowly making her way lower on his chest, she was careful not to touch the scar on his ribs where the wreckage emerged to prevent another painful cough.

“I have a confession,” she said. “It’s selfish. I’m glad you don’t have a girlfriend, at least currently.”

“Eh?”

“I know,” she smiled, “it’s hypocritical, especially having that date last night. How do I explain?”

While she paused to find the words, Jesse waited patiently. It was one of the countless things she loved about him, being a listener who didn’t judge before he had all the facts.

“The best way to explain it,” Sheila began, “is that if you had a girlfriend, I’d be jealous of her. Thinking about it last night, I was becoming jealous of an imagined girl, and damn if I didn’t feel like a possessive bitch,” she laughed. “It’s not that I don’t want to see you happy or with some girl, but I guess the thought of, well, sharing you with another girl will take time to get use to. Hope you’re not mad.”

“Mad? Never. A while back I had the same thoughts and feeling about you, and felt I was dishonoring our friendship being that way. Then it dawned on me it’s only natural to have such thoughts. What helped me accept it more than anything was knowing our bond’s too special to have someone break.”

Realizing Jesse was right was like a weight lifting from her shoulders.

Planting an appreciative kiss on his lips, she felt another wave of affection wash through her. She was so lucky to have Jesse. “Thanks,” she told him. “I needed to be reassured, I guess.”

“Anytime, Sheila, anytime.”

Finishing at his hips, she couldn’t resist brushing her hand against his half-hard cock, pretending it was an accident. Seeing it harden from the momentary contact made her pussy tingle.

Reluctantly, she climbed off his thighs and knelt beside him, using more oil as she focused on his legs, though continuously stealing glances at his cock. It didn’t make her feel guilty, knowing he was enjoying looking at her naked body.

“By the way,” Sheila remembered suddenly, “Mom called last night. Have any plans today?”

“Not that I know of,” he replied, letting out a long sigh as she caressed his toes. “Why?”

“She was wondering if we could stop by and take a look over her truck. After the last time she brought it to the shop, she doesn’t trust the mechanics anymore. If you wouldn’t mind, that is.”

“Not at all. I don’t trust those buggers either. I don’t know if I’ll be much help, but I can give it a try.”

“You’re great with your GMC half-ton. Surely mom’s little Jimmy isn’t that much different.”

Jesse chuckled. “You’d be surprised. And don’t call me ‘Sherly’,” he joked using the line from the movie Airplane, and laughed together.

“Great,” Sheila beamed. “She was also wondering if we could stay for dinner. It’s pot roast.”

“Well now,” Jesse said, cupping an elbow and put a finger to his chin as their professor did posing a theoretical question to the class. “Let’s see. Dinner with two beautiful women, or a night wasted watching television. Decisions, decisions.”

“Oh, you,” she exclaimed, playfully slapping his thigh. “That means you want to?”

He nodded. “Definately. Besides, I haven’t seen your mom in at least a month now. Dinner would be great.”

“I’m glad.” Finishing the massage, she glanced longingly at his cock. She hadn’t massaged it, but desperately wanted to. However, she decided it was better if she didn’t. So many emotions and desires filling her mind, she didn’t trust herself that far yet.

“Okay then,” she sat back on her heels. “Feeling better I hope?”

“Night and day. Thank you. Remind me to return the favor.”

“It’s a deal. Now go have a shower before the oil gets too sticky, or you’ll become walking fly paper.”

Jesse chuckled at the thought. “Okay, but you got some on you too. At the risk of sounding like a typical male, how about we hit the shower together. I can do your back, and you can get mine.”

“I’d love to,” she cried in delight. “I’ve never had my back washed before. You better watch it though. If it’s as good as I think it’ll be, you might just be saddled with a full-time job.”

“They say the best jobs are the ones you want to do. That’s definately one I’d want.”

“I may just hold you to that,” Sheila teased, backing off the bed and helping him sit up.

Going to the bathroom together, Jesse started the shower. When the spray was hot enough, he climbed in and turned to hold Sheila’s hand as she stepped in after him, closing the sliding glass door behind them. When they were drenched, she grabbed the scrubby and soap before he could.

“You first,” she giggled. Standing out of the spray, facing the wall to allow the soap to lather, Jesse braced an arm against the tiles. While she started scrubbing his back vigorously, he washed the rest of his body. When his back was done, she applied shampoo and conditioner and rinced. Jesse was finished by that time, but she wasn’t. Using his shaving gel and razor, she carefully shaved him. She’d done it a few times before, and was easy as his stubble was light. Finishing, she used her fingers to check for stray hairs and wash the remaining lather off.

“Time to switch,” Jesse said. As they slid past each other face to face, his cock couldn’t help sliding across her taut belly. Assuming the position he had, she willed her breathing to slow. The downpour of water hid the fact her pussy was wet now, but it didn’t conceal her fully-hardened nipples. She couldn’t honestly remember the last time she’d been this horny, and took a lot of willpower not to turn around to grope his cock and body.

First he washed her hair, massaging her scalp at the same time, before soaping up the scrubby.

Her arms being cleaned first, Sheila sighed from the sensations. This was something now very high on her list of favorite things. How could she have not thought of doing this before?

Brushing her wet hair aside, he scrubbed from her neck to shoulders, using little circles to scrub. Letting out an almost sexual moan, she had to brace herself against the wall, otherwise she’d be on the tub’s bottom from weak knees. She didn’t even try to quiet her pleasure.

Reaching her buttocks, she shivered from the bombardment of new sensations, the blend of relaxation, affection and arousal making her head spin. Although her eyes were closed and faced the wall, she sensed him squatting to do her legs, and parted them more, her pussy throbbing now.

Scrubbing her upper thigh, the back of his fingers accidently caressed her swollen pussy lips, making her clench her thighs together and trapping his hand. Biting back a cry, she trembled as a small climax rippled through her. It wasn’t a big one, like those she had to work up to, neverless it was powerful enough to leave her light-headed, waves of heat and pleasure shooting through her.

“You okay,” Jesse asked in concern.

“Y-yes,” Sheila stammered, surprised she could reply. “I-I’m okay. Please, don’t stop, Jesse.”

He continued down her leg. She was in shock. Jesse’s hand had barely touched her, yet made her instantly come. It was normal to have small climaxes before the main one, but she’d never come so quickly. If he could do that by simply by brushing her pussy . . . .

Another thought that occurred to her was that he wasn’t taking advantage of the situation. Other guys in the same position would have. Her hormones currently in control, she’d go along more than willingly, but realized she’d be lead by hormones and instinct, not desire and rational thought. She didn’t want to lose her virginity simply rutting like an animal, though at the moment the idea excited her. It had to be special, something to cherish for the rest of her life. The fact Jesse pretended nothing happened, not trying to take avantage, reinforced how special he was.

After washing her last foot, he stood and gently turned her to face him. “Ready for the front?”

Feeling a little more in control of herself now, she was still aroused, but nodded anyways.

“Just one thing,” she said hesitantly. “Maybe let me, you know, do my pussy. I use special soap, stuff that doesn’t dry it out like regular soap does.”

Nodding, he smiled in understanding and soaped up the scrubby again. Stepping back to give him room to work, she gripped his waist to steady herself.

Again starting at the neck, he caressed down her faintly tan-lined torso. She couldn’t keep her pleasure mute. As her aeroela and nipples were scrubbed, she was in bliss from his gentle touch. Across her belly, she expected the scrubby to tickle, but it didn’t. Instead, it was extremely soothing, and realized what cats felt when stroked. Reaching the spot above her pussy, Jesse reluctantly halted, pulling the scrubby back to standing straight again.

Handing her the bottle of special soap, he turned to face the wall, giving her privacy. She made sure to wash thoroughly. Once rinced, she hugged him tightly from behind, standing on tiptoes to kiss his clean-shaven cheek. “Thanks,” she said. “Shall we get out of here before we both become prunes?”

Shutting off the water, Jesse grabbed their towels. Drying each other before exiting the shower, Sheila wrapping another towel expertly around her hair like a turban.

Seeing it, Jesse shook his head in amusement. “One day you’ve got to teach me that.”

“I can’t. It’s part of the female mystique,” she laughed.

Finding it was nearly nine now, they decided to get ready to head out soon. Going into her room, Sheila grabbed the cordless and dialed, her mother picking up on the second ring.

“Just me, mom,” she greeted, tossing a pair of tight jeans on her bed. “I was wondering if you’d mind if we came over soon. Jesse figures it may take the better part of the day if your truck needs work.”

“Certainly, dear,” her mom replied. “I hope he doesn’t mind doing it. It’ll be cold out in the driveway.”

“I don’t think he minds. He’s worked outside in colder weather.”

Sitting on the edge of her bed, she pulled on her socks. “Also, would you mind if we had dinner early this afternoon? Jesse and I got up pretty early this morning.” A black thong came next.

“That’s no problem, dear. In fact, I’m nearly done preparing the roast as we speak. How does four sound, or did you want it sooner?”

She had to wiggle herself to get into her jeans, but how they showed off her butt made it worth it. “Great mom. Need anything we can pick up on the way over?”

“Not that I can think of. Be careful though, it snowed quite a bit last night.”

“Don’t worry, mom. We’ve got four-by-four. We’ll see you in about an hour or so. Love you, mom.”

“I love you too, kitten. See you here.”

Hanging up, Sheila struggled into a black bra. She didn’t need to wear one, but it would help keep her chest warm. Slipping into the light pink sweater her mom had given her for Christmas a few years ago, she finished brushing her hair, added a few dabs of perfume, and grabbed her small purse.

By the time she descended to the landing, Jesse was already in jeans and a heavy bush jacket, getting into a pair of winter boots. Holding her long coat so it was easy for her to slip into, he made sure everything in the house was off while she slid into her favorite winter boots, the gripped low heels still not enough to bring her to Jesse’s five-nine stature.

When he was done loading the cargo bench behind the cab, the pickup was already warmed up. Snow drifting down, she trusting Jesse’s driving and looked around at the beauty of the snow-covered landscape. Only the occasional car shared the freshly-plowed road. It was a short drive to Sheila’s mom’s house, but they took it easy.

Arriving, Lisa Hart greeted them at the door, ushering them in with a batch of hot chocolate ready. Though it was only just below freezing, their exposed skin was rosy stepping from the truck to the house.

Seeing Lisa and Sheila together, no one could doubt they were mother and daughter. The same height, hair and pale skin, Lisa also looked younger than her thirty-eight years. Her beauty had matured over the years, but still turned heads. The only real difference between them, besides age, was Lisa having noticably larger breasts, though it was probably from being pregnant over two decades ago.

For an hour they sat in the kitchen catching up before Jesse excused himself, donning coveralls to go look at the Jimmy outside.

When he was gone, Sheila turned to her mother with a somber expression. “Mom, can I talk with you?”

Putting the roast in the oven, Lisa nodded and sat again. “Sure you can, kitten. This wouldn’t be about you and Jesse, would it?”

How did she know?

Lisa chuckled. “Wondering how I guessed? Maybe it’s mother’s intuition, but the two of you together this morning, I can sense something’s different from before. I’m not sure what, but there’s something for sure.”

“Is it that obvious?”

“Not really. But you’ll find out being a mother makes you very sensitive to your children. You tend to pick up on little things that anybody else would miss.”

“That’s true,” Sheila agreed, realizing she shouldn’t have been surprised. “It’s not that, well, we haven’t, ah, . . . .” She bit a nail. How was she going to explain this?

“But you’re giving it serious thought now.”

“Yeah.” Taking a deep breath to steel her resolve, Sheila told her mom everything that happened that morning, especially about her feelings in the shower. Lisa listened attentively as her only child poured out her emotions and confusion.

“Then we headed here,” Sheila finished. “I don’t know, mom. I mean, I was so ready, it was all I could do not jump him. If he would of just touched me right, I wouldn’t have had any control. But he didn’t, like he knew I was vulnerable. Or maybe, he didn’t . . .” she swallowed hard, “want me.”

“I don’t think Jesse didn’t want you,” Lisa reassured her daughter. “I think he wanted you as badly as you did him. However, Jesse respects you, and not taking advantage of you doesn’t surprise me. You’ve been friends almost your whole lives. He’s not going to let hormones lead him to do something which might hurt you or your friendship. That’s part of why he’s unique, and why I’d trust him with either of our lives.”

Sheila nodded slowly, thinking of the countless reasons Jesse was so special to her.

“I have no doubt you’re ready,” Lisa told her, “but I think you still have one. You’re scared if it doesn’t work out, your friendship will be ruined.”

“If I lost him, I don’t know if I could live. I can’t lose him, mom. I can’t.”

Lisa placed a hand over hers. “Now, now, kitten,” she consoled, “I don’t think there’s any chance you two would lose your friendship if it didn’t work out. Jesse cares about you too much, and is mature enough not to let something like that break you two up. After all, he admited you were his soul-mate, right?”

Sheila nodded.

“Besides, remember when you were sixteen, and you went out on your first date?”

Sheila remembered. She and Murphy had went to a movie, but a third of the way through, he’d tried feeling her up in the dark theater. She’d promptly put an end to that by punching him and walking out to call her mom for a ride. He had a shiner for two weeks and was the laughing stock of the school. When Jesse found out, he was suspended three days for fighting, but Murphy had two black eyes after that.

“I couldn’t have been more proud of you,” Lisa said with pride. “But do you recall after that?”

“Yeah. I thought I hated boys, including Jesse. I told him I hated him because he was a boy, and wished he was dead.” She looked down at her hands, shamed from the memory.

“And . . . .”

Suddenly laughing, it took Sheila a few moments to calm herself enough to talk. “That’s right. He came here the next day in his sister’s dress and high heels. He even put on make-up.” She was almost in tears laughing so hard, the memory so vivid.

“Do you remember why he did it?”

Sobering a little, she nodded. “He said if he had to become a girl to still be best friends with me, he would.”

“Exactly, baby. Over the years I’ve known many married couples, and none were as close as you and Jesse are. There’s a piece of advice, and it’s especially true with everyone seeming to marry one week, then getting divorced the next. It says if you meant your marriage to last a lifetime, then you marry your best friend, not because the sex is great. It’s mutual respect and love that bind, making whole lives together possible.”

Lisa grinned. “And then the kids come along,” she joked, both of them giggling uncontrollably.

“What I’m trying to say,” Lisa said, “is that I don’t think you have to worry about losing Jesse if a sexual relationship doesn’t work out. You mean too much to one another for it to happen. In fact, I’d bet he’d look at it as a wonderful experiment that happened not to work out, but enjoyed trying it.”

“You’re right, mom,” Sheila agreed, suddenly feeling a whole new world of possibilites open to her. Getting up, she hugged her mother fiercely. “Thanks mom. I needed that.”

“That’s what mothers are for, kitten. However, I need you to be honest with me, not that I think you’re never not. Jesse’s still a virgin, and not into drugs, is he?”

“No way mom. Like me, he doesn’t drink either. But yeah, he’s still a virgin too.”

“Okay, so I can’t see either of you worrying about diseases. What about protection?”

“I started on the pill a month ago, you know, just in case.” Sheila expected her mother to go ballistic, but was relieved when she smiled, nodding in motherly understanding. Becoming pregnant with Sheila at sixteen and raising her by herself, Lisa had always stressed how important birth control was.

“Glad to hear it. But what about other forms?”

“Oh. I’m not sure. I think Jesse might have . . . condoms.”

“You don’t sound very enthusiastic about condoms.”

Sheila bit her lip. “I know they’re one of the best protections, but . . . . Men hate them because they reduce sensations. Some of my girlfriends tell me it feels wierd with them as well.”

“It does sometimes,” Lisa admitted. “It’s a small price to pay though for not getting pregnant or diseases. But there’s alternatives. Have you been fitted for a diaphragm yet?” Sheila nodded. “Good. Between it, the pill, and anti-contraceptive foam, I think you’re safe without needing a condom.”

Sheila sighed. “I hated the thought of, well, losing our virginity without fully feeling, ah, you know.”

“I do indead.” Lisa held up a finger. “But don’t go thinking I’m telling you to sleep with him. I’m just trying to give you advice, for when it may happen. It’s your decision, and yours alone. But, use the foam and diaphragm, and I doubt any squiggly little Wolfs will manage to make it to the finish line.”

“Mom,” Sheila exclaimed in mock-shock. “Your making his sperm sound like they got a mind of their own.”

“Well, why not? Don’t penises already have one?”

This time it took a while for their laughter to subside.

They were beginning to debate what to do until the pot roast was ready when Jesse returned. Grease and rust streaked his face and coveralls, and was wiping his hands in a rag.

“Hey there,” he gretted them, stuffing the rag in a back pocket. “Mind if I use the phone for a sec?”

“By all means,” Lisa said, gesturing at the wall phone.

Nodding in thanks, he punched in a number from memory. “Greg? It’s Jesse. No, mine’s still running great, not like that hunk of junk you keep on its deathbed.”

He suddenly laughed. “Of coarse it ain’t running like mine. During full moons, you don’t sacrificed enough virgins to it.” He gave the women an sheepish, apologetic grin, but they were laughing at the bantering.

Jesse shook his head ruefully from something said on the phone’s other end. “Yeah, right. That won’t fit on its tombstone. Anyways, I was wondering if you still have that old Blazer. The one out back. Yeah, that one. Have you stripped it yet? Sure.”

Holding the mouthpiece from his mouth, he grinned. “I’m making him freeze his arse off checking. Serves him right for knocking my truck.”

“Blazer,” Lisa asked. “Isn’t that Chevy? I thought I had a GMC Jimmy.”

Jesse nodded. “You do. GM owns Chevy. Except for the nameplates, they’re exactly the same trucks.”

“Oh,” Sheila said. “Then why why make the same trucks but under different names?”

“Customer loyalty for one. Even if they know they’re the same truck, they still want GM if that’s what they trust, or vice-versa. I’m the same way. The other thing’s GM models tend to be a little more luxury-orientated now, where Chevy’s more the average man’s truck.”

Suddenly returning his attention to the phone, he listened for a minute. “Great. But still has the starter? An eighty-eight. You can? Great. In the driveway. As long as he learned to drive after last time,” he laughed. “Excellent. Thanks Greg. Take care.” He hung up.

Lisa looked concerned. “So you found the problem?”

“Yeah. The starter’s gone. It happens, especially being fourteen years old. Greg’s going to strip the one from the Blazer for me and send it with the kid he has working for him, seeing how he has to drive past here anyways.”

“I hope it doesn’t cost too much.”

Jesse shook his head. “Won’t cost anything. I still have a line of credit with him after giving him dad’s older Buick two years ago. The way my truck’s working, I doubt I’ll ever run through the credit.”

Putting a hand on his lower back, he arced his back to get rid of a kink, grimacing. “Anyways, it’ll take me a while to rip out the old one and get the new one in. I want to also check several other things under there. It’ll be a while, so I was wondering. Why don’t you two take the my truck and, I don’t know, do what girls do out on the town for a few hours if you want. I won’t be needing it.”

“You’re giving a truck,” Lisa said slowly with a mischievous grin, “to a pair of women, with free rein?”

Sheila’s grin matched her mother’s. “Do you have any idea how dangerous that is, Jesse?”

“Probably as dangerous as letting me loose in Greg’s salvage yard,” he laughed.

Glancing at each other, Sheila and Lisa nodded simultaneously. “That be perfect,” Lisa said. “Thank you.”

Lisa instructed Jesse to check the roast periodically. Donning coats and boots, the women left Jesse searching through his toolkit outside.

“My goodness,” Lisa exclained climbing into the half-ton’s passenger side. “It’s a chore to get in here.”

Sheila laughed. “Be grateful Jesse put step bars on. You ought to see Greg’s truck. He has it raised so high, you need a ladder to get in and out.”

Waving good-bye to Jesse as they backed onto the street, they decided to hit the mall to window-shop, as seeing Christmas was nearing. Despite it still being morning, the mall was packed more than most Saturdays with holiday shoppers and screaming kids. At times giggling like school girls, they spent the next few hours checking every store in the mall, making mental notes about presents they’d buy.

Before leaving, Lisa lead her daughter into the Shopper’s Drug Mart, heading straight for the contraceptive ailse. From experience, she explained each of the items to Sheila, advising what might be best for her. Picking up two different brands of foam and a box of ribbed condoms, they laughed at the the teenage male cashier’s embarassed expression after leaving the store. Getting in the truck, Sheila transfered the items to her purse.

Getting home, they found Jesse in the kitchen preparing salad. Apparantly it didn’t take as long as he’d thought swapping starters and giving the Jimmy a thorough check. After washing off the rust and grime in the shower, he thought he’d help with dinner, cooking being one of his talents. They had the salad before carving the beef. Throughout dinner they talked and laughed, enjoying each other’s company.

The sun had set by the time they finished their after-dinner coffee, using de-caff as not to keep them up for the night. Noticing Jesse fighting to conceal a yawn, remembering what her daughter said about getting up early, Lisa suggested they head home, planning to retire early herself. When he got up to get their coats, Lisa gestured with her eyes at Jesse’s back and winked. Sheila smiled and nodded.

Hugging each of them, Lisa sent them on their way with the rest of the roast in a resealable tub, reminding them of the Christmas party she was throwing next weekend and thanking Jesse again for fixing her truck.

Upon arriving home, Sheila put the leftovers in the fridge while Jesse put his tools away. Returning and shedding his jacket and boots, he sat on the couch and closed his eyes. Sheila sat beside him, curling up her denim-clad legs and leaned into him with her head on his shoulder. His arm automatically went around her and for a while they were content to savor the closeness without words.

Stifling another yawn, Jesse kissed her on top of the head. “I better hit the sack before the sack hits me. It’s strange though. I don’t really feel that tired.”

“It’s been a long day,” she replied. “I think I’m heading to bed too.” Getting off the couch and stretching as gracefully as a cat, she lent him a hand up.

Turning off the lights, Jesse followed her upstairs, giving her a kiss and wishing her a good night before heading to the bathroom.

Entering her room, Sheila suddenly realized it felt so . . . lonely. Thinking of the morning spent massaging him, and later being massaged, her arousal returned with a vengence. This time there were no lingering doubts after talking with her mom. More so, she wanted Jesse even more than this morning. No, she realized, not only wanted, but needed him.

Stripping out of her clothes, her thick nipples were already hard. Hearing him return to his room, she found her diaphragm and purse before padding with them into the bathroom. Inserting the contraceptives, she recalled what her mom advised driving back from the mall. Let it come naturally. Don’t force it. Jesse might not be ready, so have patience and realize it may even take a night or more until he is.

At Jesse’s door, she saw the small reading light was on. Peeking in revealed him laying nude atop his bed, a comforter at the foot of the bed for when the heat dropped enough to need it. Standing upright, his college textbook hid his upper chest and head, but she could see his cock draped on his thigh like a resting snake.

“Jesse?”

“Eh?” Lowering the textbook, he glanced up at her. “Sheila? Hey. Is something wrong?” Propping himself up on an elbow, his momentary surprise quickly became concern.

“No, not really.” Almost shyly, she padded across the carpeting to stand beside the bed. “This is going to sound wierd, but my room felt so, well, lonely. I had such a good time with you today that . . . .” She steeled herself in case it didn’t work out as she hoped. “I was kinda wondering if you would mind if I slept with you in your bed tonight?” Her heart thumped heavily in her chest.

“Ah, sure, if you want.” Taking up only the far side of the bed, he gestured at empty space between them.

Climbing onto the huge bed, she immediately curled up against him, swinging his arm to rest on her back. Easing her lower arm beneath his pillow, she put her head on his chest, hearing his heart beating close to her face. Her other hand rested lightly on his stomach, only inches from his cock, while she molded the rest of her body to his. To Jesse it would seem innocent enough, knowing how she loved to snuggle, but there was more for her laying as such. Her nipples rubbing against his chest with every little movement, she’d made sure her hairless pussy was pressing firmly against the skin of his hip.

“Are you warm enough,” he asked. “I can pull up the comforter if you want.”

“No, it’s okay. You’re better than an electric blanket. So, doing homework?”

“No, just reading. Sometimes it helps me get to sleep faster.” Closing the textbook, he laid it atop the nightstand. “Besides,” he joked, “I already know how it’ll end.”

“Yeah. The butler did it,” they laughed together.

Gently tracing her fingers over his flat belly, she pressed hard enough not to tickle him, watching his cock twitch each time her hand came close. Soon it shifted from thigh to aiming its big head right at her, thickening slightly. Jesse’s hand mimiced hers on her back.

“That feels wonderful,” she sighed, nestling harder against him and nuzzling his smooth chest.

After another few minutes, Sheila decided to take the plunge. “Jesse?”

“Yes,” he replied, sounding completely relaxed.

“This morning, when we were talking about dating, you said you liked my body. Having had a day to think about it, do you still feel that way?”

Jesse chuckled softly, the motion feeling good beneath her cheek. “A day, a week, heck, why not a lifetime. It wouldn’t make a difference. I would still tell you exactly the same thing; you have, to me, the perfect body. You’re a beautiful woman, and other women should take a lesson from you.”

Sheila was puzzled. “What do you mean?”

“Your confidence,” he explained, running his fingertips along her spine, making her both shiver and sigh at the same time. “Be it when we go skinny-dipping or around the house, whenever I see you naked, you seem completely at ease, not trying to hide your body or feel inadequate about it. It makes you even sexier.”

Sheila felt her heart quicken. It wasn’t so much his words, but the honesty behind them.

“Maybe,” she said. “But that’s not entirely true. I’m only comfortable being naked with you. If it was some other guy, he wouldn’t even get to see if I’m wearing a bra.”

“Then I’m truely blessed,” he said squeezing her closer against him. “It doesn’t matter how often I see you naked, it not only thrills me, but makes me feel I’m the luckiest guy in the world. And I am with you being my best friend. I hope you never get tired of me.”

“Get tired of you,” Sheila said in shock. Sitting up and facing him, she put on a mock-angry face and lightly poked his breastbone with a finger. “You listen good, buster. Don’t you ever think I could ever get tired of you. Every day you find some way to surprise me, or give me another reason why I love you so much.”

Admitting her feelings so openly, Sheila suddenly felt very vulnerable, but wanted everything out between them, to bare her heart rather than keeping feelings locked inside. Their relationship had always been one of openess and honesty between them. Sheila realized she never really told Jesse the growing love she had for him. She knew Jesse loved her in return, and now doubt he might not love her more than simply as a friend faded the more time she spent talking so intimately with him.

“I thought, maybe,” she admitted, “I was teasing you be naked around you so much. I didn’t know if you were beginning to resent it or not.”

“Nonsense. I love it. Besides, if anything bothered me, you know I’d tell you.”

She gave him a smile, tracing her fingertips down his hairless chest. Her arousal was returning, having ignored it for a while but now fully aware of it. Unlike in the shower, she was clear-headed, not being driven solely by raging hormones. However, she was still nervous, unsure how to proceed. She needed him so badly, yet didn’t want to scare him away. Her mother’s advice came back. Let it come naturally.

Sheila sighed as he ran a finger between her breasts.

“Feel better,” he asked, “getting that off your chest?”

“Very,” she replied, loving the feel of his finger slowly tracing the swell of her petite breasts.

“That’s good. I hate the thought of you unable to get something off your chest, especially since it’s such a beautiful chest, too,” he chuckled, his finger playfully swiping a hard nipple.

Pussy aching from his touch, she saw him staring longingly at her flushed breasts. Surreptitiously stealing a glance between them, she could easily see his cock was fully erect, standing hard and proud. Oh how she wanted it, to call it hers and hers alone. The men’s cocks in the pornographic pictures she’d viewed over the internet paled in her opinion to Jesse’s thick member, none of them ever coming closing to arousing her as his did.

Feeling playful, her hands drifted to his thighs. “My grandma,” she joked, “what big eyes you have.”

“All the better to see you with, my dear,” he laughed.

“And my grandma, what big teeth you have,” she giggled, stroking his strong thighs.

Raising his eyes, the look of miscief matched his wide grin. “All the better to eat you with.”

With that, Jesse buried his face in her cleavage and began making comical eating noises, his lips and warm breath tickling her. Grabbing Jesse’s head and holding it against her chest, she fell back to the bed laughing uncontrollably, his cock poking her thigh as he fell onto her. Continuously making the funny sounds, working his mouth on her pale flesh to her delight, his antics were making her even hornier.

Turning the tables, Sheila flipped herself around so it was now Jesse laid on his back, her hands on his chest pinning him to the bed. Her bare pussy was sitting on his cock, its cleft parted slightly around it as the large head pressed against her emerged clit, making her shiver with pleasure. Extremely wet now, she started rocking her hips back and forth a little, sliding the lips of her swollen sex along the hard length of his member, making both of them groan in shared passion. His hands rose, playing gently with her taut nipples, lightly pinching and rolling them in his fingers.

“T-that . . . feels so . . . good,” Jesse half-whimpered, thrusting his hips slightly to match her own hips. Despite her lust, she didn’t want to be penetrated yet, wanting to savor this pleasure before entering the entirely new realm of intercoarse. Alternating between cupping and squeezing her breasts and teasing swollen nipples, he was driving her wild, her resolve to wait crumbling quickly.

Shuddering from a small climax, Sheila felt Jesse’s movements becoming more urgent, his hazel eyes squeezed tight, obviously trying to keep from ejaculating so soon. The thought brought another climax.

“Yes, Jesse,” she panted. “Don’t hold back. Come for me, baby. Come for me.”

Unleashed, Jesse bucked his cock harder against her pussy, his grunts becoming animal-like. Slipping down onto his thighs, she gripped his throbbing cock and testicles, slick with her own juices, and stroked him in time with his driving hips.

“Yes, baby,” she urged, voice hoarse with lust, “that’s it. Come for me. Give me all you have.”

Grabbing the sheets, his buttocks lifted right off the bed with every thrust despite sitting on his legs. “Can’t . . . hold,” he growled through clenched teeth. The sight made her pussy pulsate harder.

Arching his back, he cried out as his thick cock throbbed in her hand, pumping long, milk-white streams of semen onto his belly, some shooting as far as his chest. As if in sympathy, her pussy spasmed with its own orgasm, her wetness flowing from her as her cry blended with his.

Eventually spent, Jesse sagged back to the bed, semen trickling from the head to pool on his belly while he panted heavily. Also panting, Sheila lowered herself on top of him, smearing his sperm across her belly. For a while neither moved or said a word, simply basking in their mutual afterglow. Holding him tight, she never imagined making him come would be so special, or feel so right.

Jesse’s hands trailed down her back to knead her bum, making her giggle. Lifting her head off his chest, she smiled. “My my,” she purred. “Here I thought men were generally useless after coming.”

“Down maybe,” he said squeezing her cheeks, “but not out for the count. You haven’t had your turn yet.”

“Actually I have. Three small ones to your large one,” she laughed.

“Small ones, eh?”

Suddenly she found herself once more on her back, Jesse braced over her. Tenderly he started kissing her. Gripping his buttocks, she played her tongue over his teeth, his tongue emerging to stroke her own and inside her mouth as she reciprocated. She never realized french kissing could be so erotic and pleasing.

Moving down her chest, Jesse licked one of her nipples, making sure his saliva coated it. Then he took her other nipple into his mouth as he tweaked and caressed the first with his fingers. Sighing in pleasure, she stroked his torso and arms, closing her eyes to concentrate on the sensations. Tongue twirling the little nub around in his hot mouth as the other was rolled and tugged in slippery fingers, her breasts ached from the attention. Switching between petite breasts, neither was neglected. Beginning to lightly run his teeth over the thick nubs and their surrounding aereola, she gasped and moaned with bliss. She didn’t think it could be better than this.

Eyes still closed, she felt Jesse pull off from her saliva-covered breasts and sighed. It had felt so good. She sensed he was moving and waited to embrace him again, already tasting his tongue running along hers. But he didn’t move forward into her arms. She was left puzzled only for a moment.

Her cry of surprise instantly became a long moan of ecstasy as Jesse’s strong tongue slowly stroked along the cleft of her sodden pussy, parting the lips with its passing. Opening her eyes, she could only see white-streaked hair between her thighs, but felt each stroke of his tongue as it eased deeper into her, occasionally coming up to flick her throbbing clit as it had her nipples, making her squirm in delight. She was wrong; this was even better, and made no effort to subdue her cries, running her hands through his long hair.

Playing with her saliva-slick nipples, she shivered in rapture as he slid a finger into her and sucked on her clit, a second soon joining it. Fingers sliding in and out, her hips matched the lustful rhythm, tiny climaxes building within her. Tongue dancing across her pulsating pussy, long fingers probing her most intimate depths, she continued pinching her hard nipples, lost in increasing ecstasy.

“Oh, God, Jesse,” Sheila moaned. “I’m . . . so close. Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop. I’m . . . going . . . .” Her orgasm felt like it would explode, yet kept building, causing her to thrash her head wildly side to side, pussy spasming around his fingers and tongue. Never had she’d been so helpless, and whimpered loudly. If she didn’t come soon, she was going to die.

Suckling her aching clit, his fingers curled up deep inside her warm, soaked sex. Suddenly he found her g-spot, and that was the trigger she needed. Thighs trapping his face against her bare pussy, she was racked with uncontrollable spasms, bucking and squirming as her world exploded in unfathomed ecstasy. Almost screaming, her orgasm kept coming as if it would never stop. Throughout it all, his tongue lapped her juices as they flowed from her, heightening her near delirium.

Finally the spasms began slowly subsiding, and she sagged to the sheets, panting. Tenderly easing both fingers from her, he licked along her parted cleft several more times before reluctantly pulling his face from between her legs. Lowering himself along side her, Sheila snuggled against him, holding him tightly as the last of the sharp spasms started to fade, leaving her feeling like she was floating.

Letting out a long sigh of contentment, Sheila caressed Jesse’s chest, his heart beating beneath her cheek. “That was,” she tried, but words seemed inadaquate.

“That was my pleasure,” he said softly into her hair.

“No, it was entirely my pleasure,” she replied, reaching down to gently play with his soft penis, stroking it in her fingers. It gave a few twitches, but remaid flaccid. She smiled to herself. Reading about sex, she knew it took many men a while to recover from an orgasm. She was willing to be patient.

“Jesse? I want you to know,” she told him, “I’m protected. We don’t have to worry about pregnacy.”

It took a moment for him to grasp her meaning. “Oh. You mean we don’t have to use a condom?”

Raising her head, she shook it with a smile. Tracing his hands along her back, he leaned forward to kiss her passionately, their tongues dueling in each other’s mouths. She could taste herself on his lips and it turned her on. As her hand continuously fondling his cock, his found her pussy. Very lightly, as if sensing how tender it currently was, Jesse’s fingers stroked along its wet lips, making her moan around their tongues.

Sheila knew now she could never go back to simply being friends, not after experiencing the bliss that their mutual love created. The awareness didn’t scare her. Rather it freed her, as if she’d been waiting for this night to come without ever realizing it.

Gently parting his lips from hers, he stared deep into her aquamarine eyes, emotion filling his hazel ones. “I love you, Sheila Hart,” he whispered.

His words made her heart flutter, feeling an overwhelming burst of love for her lifelong friend. Though he’d told her that before, this time it was far more than the love between best friends, and her spirit soared.

“I love you, Jesse Hunter Wolf, always and forever.” Kissing him again, life suddenly never felt so right.

Feeling his warm cock pulsing a little in her palm, Sheila knew the time was right. Easing from their heartfelt kissing, she wiggled down his body to work herself between his legs, her face over his soft penis. Taking it tenderly in her fingers, she wet her lips and kissed its head, finding she liked the taste of his salty sperm and her own juices mingled together.

“Sheila,” he moaned from the feeling, “you don’t have to . . . .”

Looking up at him, she put a finger to her lips. “I want to. Don’t worry about getting hard. Just enjoy.”

Holding the fleshy member, she lovingly kissed it from head to balls then ran her tongue up the length of it, savoring its taste. The thick vein underneath throbbed, and his cock began thickening again. Flicking the tip of her tongue on the sensitive bottom of his head, she used his moans to guide her. Placing a finger firmly at its root beneath his testicles, she massaged it as she continued to lick the meaty shaft. Now filling out more, she encircled its base with thumb and forefinger and lifted it away from his body. Putting the large head in her hot mouth, she sucked on it as if it were candy, causing him to groan in ecstasy. Groans became panting moans as she bobbed her head up and down, engulfing all six inches, twirling her strong tongue around it. Its salty taste was like nothing she ever experienced, and loved it. She wondered what a pure shot of sperm tasted like. Now that Jesse’s cock was fully erect again, feeling impossibly solid in her mouth, she was tempted to continue sucking until he climaxed again. However, it could wait. She needed another desire fulfilled first.

Shuffling forward, she planted her knees on either side of his waist. As his hands came up to fondle her breasts, she took his hard member in one hand and parted her swollen lips with the other, her pussy very wet and ready. She needed this so bad she was actually trembling slightly in anticipation.

Guiding the helmeted-like head between her spread lips, she slowly lowered herself, taking just the large gland before stopping, letting her pussy adjust to it. The sensations were making both of them moan. Gently raising and lowering herself, each time she took a little more of his cock into her, her natural lubrication helping it ease into her despite her muscles clenching it. Hands bracing herself on his chest as his held her steady by the hips, his cock was only a third of the way in when she felt it pressing against her hymen. Biting her lip, she knew what she had to do, and worked her hips up and down more to make sure his cock was very wet. Then, raising high enough just to keep the tip of the head parting the vulva, she plunged herself down upon his hard shaft.

The sharp pain of the membrane breaking caused her to cry out, but most of the pain was momentary. Her butt resting on Jesse’s hips, every inch of his half-foot-long manhood was buried within her moist depths, filling her as she never imagined. Keeping still atop him to adjust to his member, the ecstasy of his cock inside her was vanquishing the pain of her split hymen, the short jab of agony all but forgotten. Jesse remained perfectly still, as if aware Sheila had to continue at her own pace, and stroked her hips and thighs comfortingly.

The brief pain overridden by the new sensations, she began rocking her hips, his large cock sliding back and forth as her pussy squeezed the pleasurable intruder. His fingers returned to her hard nipples to tease them, increasing her euphoria as she began bouncing on the steely shaft. The thick cock felt so huge inside her, yet it was like her pussy was made specifically for his penis alone.

Gripping her hips, Jesse eased her onto her side next to him, staying in her as she lifted a leg onto his narrow hip. Their lips locking, tongues caressing one another’s, he kept thrusting deep inside her as she held him to her. A long moan escaped her as another climax rippled through her pussy, internal muscles spasming around the cock as it rhythmically pounded into her.

Suddenly, Sheila eased herself from his embrace, his soaked cock sliding out of her tight pussy. Getting on hands and knees, she looked back at him over her shoulder seductively.

“Come and get me, you big, bad wolf,” she teased, wiggling her ass invitingly.

Replying with a comical growling, Jesse shuffled up behind her and guided his throbbing member to her waiting hole. Grabbing her hips, he thrust forward as she slammed back, each crying out in rapture as he sank his full length into her and started driving himself at a frenzied pace. The room filled with their animal-like grunts and moans, her drenched pussy making sucking sounds as he’d nearly pull out before diving into the hot depths over and over. Her ass cheeks rippled and was pushed forward with each impact of his hips. When his hands moved from her hips to cup and tease her breasts, she keened in pure lust with her pussy climaxing stronger than before. Yet it still ached for more of Jesse’s hard cock, gripping the lunging meat possessively.

Pulling out of her wet sex, Jesse gently guided her to lay on her back, parting her legs. Reaching up to draw him into a long kiss, once more his erect member penetrated deep into her. Her arms going around his shoulders while her long legs wrapped themselves around him, she was almost sobbing into his mouth as he drilled her pussy lovingly, her euphoria making her head spin. Thrust after hard thrust he made love to her, his thinly-haired pubic bone mashing her engorged clit, driving her mad from the ecstacy it was giving her. In her womb she could feel another orgasm nearing its peak, knowing this was going to be greatest one, the one she needed so badly.

“J-Jesse, I’m so . . . close,” she whimpered, her arms and legs tightening on his back. “Oh God. Take me. Give it to me. That’s it. Harder, baby, give it to me harder.”

Jesse did so, his hips driving his steely manhood as deep as he could, her pussy engulfing and gripping it with every pounding lunge. She could sense his nearing orgasm, his urgent thrusts becoming more frenzied, aware his cock was actually thickening slightly in preparation. Her orgasm was so close it felt like it was filling her entire body, screaming for release.

“Yes, baby,” she cried, “I need your seed. Give it to me. Now, my love, now!”

Suddenly her orgasm came with a vengence, racking her body violently as she clung desperately to Jesse. Simultaneously Jesse lifted his head to the cieling, his howl of ecstasy as loud as her scream of delirious joy, his thick, throbbing cock spewing its massive load as he kept ramming it deep into her depths. Feeling his semen splashing through her pussy intensified her orgasm, making her mew with the flooding bliss washing through her in wave after wave. He continued pumping her pulsating pussy as she writhed in the throes of sexual release.

Eventually spent, Jesse carefully lowered himself to the bed, his still-pulsing cock remaining within her throbbing pussy with her half draped over him. For several minutes they simply lay there in their afterglow panting, both covered in sweat from their passionate joining, recovering together from climaxes neither had experienced so intensely or intimately before.

Tracing a finger along the scar on his shoulder, Sheila finally felt complete. Their lovemaking had far exceeded anything she ever hoped for, and knew it was something she’d dreamt of, even if she’d never fully realized it before. She’d never forget this night, the night she truly became a women whole. But she wasn’t going to be satisfied with just tonight. A whole new world had opened up for her with Jesse, and she planned to explore it with him every chance she had.

Stirring, Jesse smiled at her as he tenderly stroked her side. She felt such a burst of love for him that it made her heart ache. She would never give him up, and there’d be no mercy for anyone who tried taking her soul-mate away from this she-wolf.

His hand moved up to caress her cheek with the backs of his fingers, the same fingers which gave her the first climax with him in the shower, seemingly ages ago.

“I,” Jesse paused, his breathing still a little labored. “I never imagined that it could be so special with you. I love you so much,” he said, kissing her deeply.

“And I love you,” she replied, returning his kiss with equal passion and nestling closer against him. “I think you might just be having a visitor in your bed from now on. To keep you warm at night, of course.”

Jesse chuckled. “Of course. And that visitor will always be welcome.”

She squirmed playfully against him. “Indead. I’m very . . . well-comed,” she said coyly, making him laugh.

“I think we should get some sleep.” He grinned mischiefly. “I have a feeling tomorrow I’m going to be, how do you say, an early riser.”

“Oh,” she giggled, her pussy giving his cock still resting in it a squeeze at the thought of more lovemaking. “That’s so, eh? We’ll see. You might be finding yourself at my mercy, you stud.”

“Oh woe, to fall prey to your incessant demands. But I must be strong and prevail, for king, country, and the most beautiful lady I could ever know.”

Kissing him, Sheila ran her fingers across his chest. “That’s right, my wolf in knight’s armor. You just keep that wonderful sword of yours ready, because this damsel is a dragoness that will always need to be slayed by you.”

Laughing together, Jesse reached behind him and shut off the reading light. Embracing each other, they were two very content peas in a pod. His body was so warm and inviting, Sheila never wanted to let him go. Although this was new to both of them, she knew it was something meant to last their lifetimes. And, she thought amusingly, they had a lot of sex to catch up on for years missed.

“Jesse,” Sheila asked softly. “There was something of mine that you filled tonight.”

Jesse gave her a loving squeeze. “What did I fill?”

“Hart’s desire.”