I Know We're Just Friends

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Okay, we have to get out of this hotel room. Come on, let's go to the beach! It's late.

The sun went down hours ago, but I know you haven't been able to sleep because I haven't heard your breathing slow. So what if it's closed? I'm sure they have more important things to do than patrol the beach at 1am.

Damn right I'm right. Not like we'll be getting back to sleep anytime soon anyway. Put on your swim trunks.

What do you mean, why? In case we want to go swimming. You stare at me, your eyes questioning me.

Okay, fine, I just love the way they look on you. Is that what you wanted to hear? You laugh, a sound I never tire of hearing.

I could get drunk just from the sound. You change into your black swim trunks and I admire your body as you pull a t-shirt over your head. Nah, just leave your phone.

What are you planning on making a booty call while we're at the beach? We put on our shoes and I grab a couple of the hotel's towels before heading out the door. The moon shines above us as we walk down the vacation town sidewalks.

We both duck under a rope, ignoring the sign forbidding us from trespassing. You hold out your hand and I slip off my shoes, handing them to you. The sand feels cool beneath my feet, running its way between my toes.

The air still has a slight heat to it, regardless of the lack of sun to warm our skin. We walk side by side until we decide on the perfect place to set up our towels. I can't help but set mine overlapping yours, my leg rubbing against you as we sit down.

Your eyes meet mine, a shine of confusion in them. We've been friends for a couple of years, but for the past couple of months, we've been inching into a different territory. Sorry.

I know you don't find the apology genuine, and that's probably because it's not. Don't look at me like that. It was an accident, okay? I know we're just friends.

I'd never try anything with you that you don't want. But I hoped that you'd want this. I don't believe in the whole men and women can't be just friends thing, but us? Yeah, we can't be just friends.

It's not like we're gonna fuck or anything, especially not on a public beach, but you do know friends with benefits is a thing, right? We can be friends and still do stuff together. It wouldn't change anything.

It would, but I don't want you to know that. Besides, it wouldn't make our friendship worse. Just different.

I watch you lean back, your elbows holding your torso above the cotton towel, your eyes looking into mine. They waver, but maintain an unsure air about them. What's up with you, anyway? You seem so tense.

The question is genuine. You're usually so calm around me, but not tonight. Do you want to leave? I shake your head, your eyes staring down at your legs.

No, just above your legs. I glance down at your body, my eyes resting on a slight raise in your trunks. I wonder if it's just my eyes playing tricks on me, the moonlight not providing enough natural light for me to know for sure what I'm seeing.

I shifted closer, my leg no longer just brushing yours. You know you can tell me anything. You don't answer, just turn your gaze toward mine.

Your eyes are tight and conflicted. I look back at your face, the darkness of the night giving me the confidence I need. I can tell you're horny.

Can I take it out? You stare back at me before finally giving me a single nod. My hands trail down your shirt before resting on your crotch.

My fingers feeling your large length through your trunks. I pull it gently above your waistband, staring in admiration at your size. I knew you were packing, but this? This is a nice surprise.

I stroke a finger gently down it as I watch it twitch below me. I slowly begin to stroke it, wondering how much larger it could get as it hardens. Does that feel good? You nod once again, light moans coming from your mouth into the night air.

Feels right, doesn't it? You return another nod. And that's just the start.

I drag my eyes away from your cock, staring into yours, watching your lips open and close. My other hand reaches up to my tit, tweaking a nipple through my bathing suit top. I can tell you want me to suck your cock so badly.

Just relax and let me taste you. I want to make you feel so good. My eyes remain on yours as I move my head lower, wrapping my lips around your head.

You start to protest, but soon the words just turn into moans once more. I love listening to those dirty moans of yours. I undo my shorts, continuing to suck you deeper into my mouth.

It's so hot sitting here in public like this, knowing that your cock is hard for me. My hand rubs my clit through my bathing suit bottoms, craving the friction. Thank you for letting me do this.

But I need more. I slip out of my shorts, keeping my bottoms on. Kneel.

You look at me, confused at my order. It's your turn to help me. You lay there, frozen, your mouth moving but making no sound.

Just kneel. You finally followed my words, kneeling in front of my pussy. I lick it.

I pulled the bottoms to the side, giving you full access to me. I could see the small smile on your face as you run your fingers over me, moving my lips to the side to give yourself room to get to my clit. You open your mouth, leaving kisses over my entire pussy.

I can't resist bucking my hips a little when I feel your tongue slide over my clit. I know I'm not your first, and your talent shows it. You take my pussy fully into your mouth, licking up the entirety of it.

Slowly you move up and down, teasing me. Then you begin a rhythm as you fuck me with your tongue. You push your fingers inside of me while you suck my clit, and I can feel myself begin to come.

I'm gonna come. I want to come with your mouth on me. I'm coming.

I can feel myself repeatedly throbbing around your fingers, an orgasm taking hold of me. Do you like how I taste? You nod, licking your lips and fingers as you pull away from me.

I can see you want more. I nod toward your still hard cock. Lay back for me.

I straddle you, pushing you against the towel, moving my bottoms to the side once more and slipping you inside just as your protests continue again. I cover your mouth with a finger that was still stroking my clit. Hey.

I said we weren't gonna fuck, and we're not. You're inside of me, but we're not moving. You don't have to come.

I'm not gonna make you. We're just two friends, having a good time together. Not fucking.

But I do hope this feels as good for you as it does for me. Now I'm gonna touch myself. I'm gonna fuck myself while you're inside me, okay? You remain speechless as you watch my fingers toy with my clit, watching as I spread my pussy lips, allowing you to go even deeper into me.

You look so great underneath me. I can hear the shakiness in my voice as you bottom out. Don't move.

Moving means we're fucking. And we're not fucking. We're just pleasuring ourselves together.

Do you feel how wet I'm getting? How much I crave your cum in me. I'm not moving.

You just feel so fucking good. How have we never done this before? Are you gonna cum if I keep rubbing my clit like this? You feel how it keeps pulsing around you? I'm gonna cum soon.

Are you gonna cum while I cum? Wanna cum inside me while I rub my clit? I'm gonna cum for you.

Are you ready? Yeah? Do you feel me cumming? Come on.

Cum for me. I'm just gonna keep cumming and cumming until there's nothing left in me. Yes.

Does that feel so good? I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum.

I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum. Yes, it does.

Your cum fills my pussy so well. I'm still cumming. I can't fucking stop cumming.

Oh, fuck. I told you we wouldn't fuck. I eased my way off of you, my pussy still throbbing from the overstimulation.

Should we head back now? Or take a dip in the ocean? Yeah, you're right.

We should probably head back. I slip my shorts back over my slightly shaking legs. I contemplate asking you to carry me back as I worry they'll turn to jelly on our walk back to the hotel.

You roll your towel up quietly, a slight smile making me feel secure in our friendship remaining intact. I still feel a need to check, though. We're still friends, right? You look back at me in the middle of rolling my towel up.

You nod again, standing next to me and wrapping your arm around my shoulder. Good. I was grateful.

I knew there was no reason to doubt how secure our friendship was, but something like this was uncharted territory. And with that always brings a sense of danger. Glad to see we survived unscathed.

I grabbed onto your hand on my shoulder, holding it loosely in mine. Friends shower together. Right? We started walking, me leaning against you to assist in my shaky legs.

You just laughed. And in that moment, I knew this would be happening again and we would become very close friends.