M & I: The Plot

M and I had always had a sexual tension between us. Every time we saw the room got charged with high tension sexual charge yet one way or the other we avoided exploring each other's body. Instead we found a way to engage in "eyegasm" while subconsciously heightening the sexual innuendo.

It was as if we unconsciously had a mind accord to get to a particular sensual threshold before engaging in anything intimate and it felt treacherously exhilarating to indulge in these mind games.

Trust me when I say we weren't oblivious to the sexual spark we caused each other, as a matter of fact we teased each other with glaring clues. Like the other day she slipped her soaked panties in my jacket pocket as she kissed me good night after a very romantic dinner filled with profanities and lucid sex jokes. Oh! This other time when she insisted I was to partner with her in our yoga class and I let my fully erect member tease her behind!

We had quite an open and awkward relationship as friends, at least that was what our other friends thought. They claimed we acted like a couple and looked great together but to us, we were just two crazy besties who enjoyed each other's company and liked to gist about people we hooked up with.

Well, that didn't last very long, the inevitable eventually happened and I'm not talking about a "break-up". And no, this is not a sad story about someone falling sick or dying. We fucked; and it was the best sex ever, worthy of our long wait and constant steamy imagination.

This is how it went down....

M was feeling kinda blue this fateful day. I tried to cheer her up in every way I could. I had never seen her in this mood before in all our association, I mean she got angry from time to time but this emotion was different. It was neither anger nor sorrow, more like those mood swing you couldn't place a finger on.

After a lot of petting and cajoling she finally gave in to going out for some ice cream. I noticed M was in need of some touching because of the way her body relaxed when my hand wondered around her shoulder to her back so I intensified on the touching, not in a perverted way but a warm soothing I-got-you way and it seemed to work.

After countless scoops of ice cream and light jokes she seemed a little relaxed. Her head settled on my shoulder as my fingers ran through her hair whilst the other caressed her temple and a welcomed silence followed,you know that silence usually attributed to an angel passing by. I felt her steady heartbeat through her thin body-con dress and God it felt like a soundtrack to an impending sex scene in one of those romcoms.
I started to say something but she stopped me with her finger delicately touching my lips, shushing me not to ruin the silent ritual.

I heard her say "No talking, just continue doing that", she was referring to my gentle caressing of her scalp. I submitted to her request and continued my artful stroke. We were secluded in a cozy booth away from prying eyes and M was fast becoming turned on. Her nipples hardened beneath her sexy dress and her heartbeat quickened, accelerating like one of those fancy sport cars in Beverley Hills. She whispered in my ear "J, I'm wet" and that jolted my dick into full attention. Sex in an ice cream booth was not exactly how I imagined our first time to be.

I felt my zipper give way to a skillful probing of M's finger and cold chills ran through my body as her icy palm clasp my turgid dick. It was really going down here I thought to myself but I allowed her take the lead. I glanced around to confirm that we weren't being watched and the coast was clear. It was time to take the wheel in this impending sex drive. I let go of M's shiny black hair to utilize my slender long finger to better use, running my fingers slowly down the back of her neck, I found my hand squeezing her soft booty whilst my index finger stimulated the nerve endings of her butt-hole through her thin dress. She let out a soft moan and held my hand firmly urging me to continue as she adjusted in her seat and spread her legs slightly apart. That act was an invitation and my ancestors taught me never to turn down such.


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