I thought I knew where the relationship was heading  -- she said, "Friends first,
and then we'll see where that leads us," -- but that wasn't the message I
received from Sharon's actions.  Up until that moment in my life when a woman
grabbed my willy, it meant she wanted to do the nasty, the hurly burly, or (as
some people call it) the horizontal mambo; on the other hand, she could have
wanted something to hold onto as she confused the hell out of me.  However, I had
a hunch it was the latter; nevertheless, I was ready for anything. Either way, it
just so happened that I had a very convenient appendage for her to grip.  I
didn't know what to think, especially when she told me about her jealous
boyfriend that could come home at any minute.

"I thought you said --" I started to say.  However, I couldn't finish my sentence
because she shoved her tongue down my throat.  Apparently, she had other ideas of
what made a friendship work, but I wasn't about to disagree with her at that
moment in time; in fact, I delved into the situation with such passion that I
forgot all about her jealous boyfriend.

As I had managed to get one hand firmly planted between her legs and the other
under her sweater, she broke the kiss in mid-tongue maneuver.  "You're right, you
know--" Sharon paused, pushing me away from her.  "What was I thinking?  Here I
go and give you a big speech about being friends, then I try to jump your bones. 
I'm sorry.  S'not right, is it?"

My blood pressure rose and burned my face an angry red; veins in my forehead
popped as I tried to think of what to say; freshly thought out verbiage spouted
from my lips like flowery bullshit, probably because it was.

"Well, I understand completely --" I said sheepishly, as I started to unbutton
her blouse.  "Friendship is very important, especially to me. I feel that friends
should express their feelings towards one another, don't you think?"

"How do you feel about me?" she asked.

I answered her with a passionate kiss.  It was the kind that takes the breath
right out of you; lotsa tongue.  Our mouths pressed against each other in desire;
our lips mashed together in a desperate attempt to quench our hunger.  Teasing
nibbles and licks ensued as we paused only slightly to catch our breathes; the
loss of contact between us, much too long for us to bear.   While our mouths
devoured each other in sensuous kisses, the craving for more spurred me to tear
her silk blouse from her body, revealing her lacy brassiere, which held nothing
to the imagination.  I didn't fight the urge to kiss her delicious neck, the
delicate curve at the base, which formed that tasty hollow before her breastbone,
and down to her cleavage where my hands kneaded, caressed, and teased the soft
flesh of her bosom.

"You are such a good friend, Rich," she said.  "Let me help you."

After nudging me out of the way, Sharon unclasped her bra, which let the full
mass of her two beautiful breasts billow out of the constraint of her frilly
undergarment.  She cupped them in her hands, squeezing them together, while
giving me a come hither look with her hazel-flecked eyes that sparkled with
passion, desire and sensual awareness.  I could tell her "turn on" was to use her
sexual wiles to get a reaction out of a guy like me-- especially me! -- and she
was good at it, too.

I buried my head between in her cleavage, kissing, licking and drowning in the
sweet smelling flesh that surrounded my eyes, nose and mouth.  I explored the
curves of each breast as I found my way to pinnacle of each, where I gratefully
suckled the erect nipples, feeling them harden under my expert care.

Luckily, she was wearing a short mini-skirt that barely covered her. I used the
easy access to her panty covered crotch.  My hand tested the waters, and they
were flowing; she was ready.  But, I couldn't help but prolong the sensual
torture that I had begun.  I kissed her inner thigh, inhaling the musky aroma,
which made me light headed with passionate resolve to taste her treasure.

I brushed my nose against her, my lips were within inches of her mound.  Sharon
lifted her bottom off the couch, and I pulled her panties off over her long,
smooth legs.  After tossing the panties into the growing piles of garments on the
floor, I ran my hand up her thigh to her curly patch of blonde fuzz.  Her sex,
soft and supple to the touch, was almost dripping with her desire as I trailed my
finger down the cuntal lips, which jiggled obscenely.  The folds of flesh,
sensitive to the slightest touch, were open for me, taunting me, begging me to
taste them.

Without a moment's hesitation, I clasped my mouth onto her open sex -- swabbing
my tongue over the slick coral-colored slit.  Using my fingers, I found her
clitoris, which stood proudly erect, waiting impatiently for me to savor with my
hungry lips.

Sharon begged me with that breathy voice of hers to take her, to fuck her.  She
pleaded for me to stick it in, but I didn't let up.  I clung on to her, bringing
her to the peak of arousal, but never let her get off.  Several times, I took her
to the precipice of a climax, yet I did not relinquish control over her.  I
refused to give up my passionate torment.

But, I couldn't wait any longer; I needed relief.  After dropping my trousers, I
waved my dangling thickness at her as it bobbed with each beat of my heart.  She
wanted cock, and she got it.

The time for pleasantries were over; no more foreplay.  I placed the head of my
shaft at her entrance, and felt little resistance as my cock slid in perfectly. 
I felt the warmth and the tightness around my shaft as I drove it deep within
her.  Her breathing, harsh and ragged, heaved her breasts back and forth in
jiggling circles.  I clasped my mouth around the moving target, an erect nipple. 
And, I suckled it, nibbling almost harshly at the rubbery flesh.

It didn't take long for her to let loose a cry of pleasure as her orgasm tore
through her body, making her body rigid before each quake of orgasmic bliss.  I
was close to climax, too.  And, my thrusts became deeper as I responded to her
contractions -- forcing myself to plow deeply within her, which made my balls
slap harshly into her with each shoving plunge.   Finally, I erupted inside of
her, and became weaker with each spurt of my seed, almost collapsing on top of
her.

We snuggled up together on the couch, kissing during the aftermath of our union. 
Soon, I saw her glancing at the clock, which made my heart sink.  I had
completely forgotten about the jealous boyfriend, and part of me hoped that was
just a ploy she had made up so that she could give me the "friends" speech.

"I think you'd better be going, soon.  Jeff will be here any minute!" she said. 
"I didn't realize how late it was."

I dressed quickly with the pouting lower lip, which only got me a look of
sympathy and a pat on the back to hurry out the door.

"Thank you for an enjoyable evening," she said.

"Hey, that's what friends are for, right?" I replied, as a burly jealous
boyfriend-type giant rounded the corner.