♦ So, not too long ago I left you all on a wee bit of a cliffhanger.

Naughty me ;)

Well, that will never do, will it?

He looked cute, lying arms behind his head like that. The kissing was, well, as in January, alcohol may have taken its toll slightly. Bless him, he was enthusiastic, but it needed a little focus. There’s a reason why I am still nursing a rather ugly savaged lip.

Please don’t get me wrong, I had very good fun. Really very good fun. I’m just not going to pretend to you that everything went as smoothly as baby lotion on a pert breast. That would be dishonest and sex bloggers really aren’t superhuman sex machines. Nor are their conquests.

Besides, sex is better warts and all.

So, the kissing was a bit unpractised, but was still hot. I’ve wanted him for a while now and there’s the extra thrill of knowing him fairly well and knowing that he wants me. There’s a hard-to-define perverse joy to the thought of ‘this is my good friend and I’m going to fuck him’.

It wasn’t long before my hand was up under his top, stroking his taut smooth chest. I tried a few scratches. He found it interesting that they only hurt when I did it whilst not kissing him.

After a bit my fingers snaked under the waistband of his trousers. I love that his clothes are so easy-access. Still kissing him I felt the start of his pubic hair… then the very tip of an erection.

I told him that maybe he should take his top off. In typical Crush style he sighed and rolled his eyes, before doing so. My top followed. The whole thing was a sort of part-awkward, part-comfortable, part-sexually tense, part-jokey. It was nice.

He had a bit of trouble undoing my bra, acknowledging the cliché with a little sarcasm. I felt surprisingly not at all self-conscious throughout, even later when naked, all my flaws out in the open.

He kissed and bit and my neck when I asked. He played his nails over my back. He scratched harder when I whispered ‘harder’. I think we were both strangely a little taken aback by such a sexual request, silly, as we were already being pretty darn sexual.

He’s rough, too. Whether that’s intentional or not I’ve not worked out yet, and I probably wasn’t discouraging him, because yum. I’m thinking he should maybe give Fractal some tips on neck-biting, because Fractal’s never able to leave a mark.

Crush, however? I still have the bruises round the base of my neck. I looked like a strangle victim the next day :P

My left nipple too is scratched. He didn’t seem sure as to what to do with my breasts, or maybe it’s just that he wasn’t sure what I would like. I soon showed him though, he pinched and squeezed.

I put my hand down his underpants and this time got a proper feel of his cock.

Bloody hellfire.

I’d taken sneaky glances at his crotch before and was pretty confident he’d be decently sized. Besides which, a mutual friend of ours informed me that Crush set off his ‘big-cock-dar’. But I really wasn’t expecting…well. It’s big.

Now, I should remind you here that Fractal’s cock is pretty big.  I’ve said as much to him. So, you’ll understand that I’m serious when I say I was shocked here. Not as pretty as Fractal’s though, so he’s no need to be jealous in the least :)

What I particularly loved though, was that he was clearly very turned on. Precome leaked from his cockhead regularly and I very much enjoyed collecting it on my thumb and rubbing it over his head and shaft as I touched him. He made little whimpers occasionally just as I made soft moans when he brought both his hands to bear on my nipples.

He was teasing. He pinch and rubbed my nipples until I was breathing hard, gasping, moaning. It was so good and I was going to come. But just as I was about the crest the peak he let go. He did the same again. And again.

“Tease” I growled.

I think he was proud of himself :)

I pushed his head gently towards my nipples and he sucked and bit a little. It looked as good as it felt. Ever since the first time that Fractal did it to me I’ve loved looking down to see my nipples being sucked. Someone’s mouth on my breasts, working hard.

Soon he had himself over me, pinching at my nipples as I lay back. I reached into his trousers, playing with his cock, enjoying the copious precome.

I pointed out it might be easier if he got a bit more naked. He pointed out that I was hardly any nakeder. One-up-manship dies hard ;)

We sat up and took off the rest of our clothes, with surprisingly little fuss. The fuss, it turned out, came next. Condoms. Oh, condoms, how I hate you. Smelly, inconvenient, unsexy, pleasure-dampening and unfortunately in this situation entirely necessary condoms.

Joys.

I’m not practised with these things. Fractal and I don’t need them. Perhaps Crush wasn’t practised either, or perhaps he just maybe needs to get the bigger ones, but either way: awkward!

It was seriously difficult. And then of course because it was seriously difficult and because it’s seriously not sexy a little bit of, er, deflation started to kick in. Which obviously just made it worse. We worked around it and eventually it was workable. But ugh.

We weren’t entirely sure it was done right though, so Crush made the suggestion that although it was almost definitely fine perhaps we should wait until next time. Of course, he wasn’t being entirely noble, oh no.

His main reason?

“I think we should keep it external for now. It’ll be more of a tease for you if you have to wait…”

Sigh. I always pick the kinky ones, don’t I? :D

“Fine” I said, a semi-seriously sulkily.

He straddled my waist and we figured that as long as we were careful should there be…fluids… we could remove the condom again. I started to masturbate him.

I so wanted him to come for me. On me.

He started to shudder and I slowed, wanting to come too. I slipped my free hand under him and between my legs. I started to rub my clitoris. It was seriously hot watching him on top of me, propped up on his arms as I touched him.

I love to watch men shake and buckle.

Before long I was rolling into an orgasm which rolled into another. I moaned. He seemed close, several times he seemed close. But nothing. I suggested maybe he try as he knew himself better than I did. It was good to watch and he looked so close that I almost thought he had somehow.

These things happen though and he said it didn’t look like he was going to get anywhere. I felt a little disappointed for him, but hey, I suppose it serves him right for teasing me by postponing the actual sex :P

He was gracious enough to ask whether I needed any more. I was gracious enough to be satisfied, for now ;)

He lay back on the bed and I propped myself up as the wind-down started. It was nice. Comfortable, when you consider how awkward it could have been: friends who’d in a way crossed a boundary.

After some chatting we figured I should probably finally go home, being around 6am. I’d had fun but after all, I wanted to get back to my Fractal. There’s no way I’m going to go to sleep without him if I can help it.

I dressed and kissed Crush ‘for the road’, he said we’d have to do it again sometime.

I stepped out into the already light streets and headed home to my love Fractal, knowing he’d be keen to hear how I got on. He was. And perhaps next post I’ll tell you just how he decided to ‘punish’ me… ♦