Life long Friends to lovers

I had fallen into the habit of sleeping nude because of the heat and humidity in Miami. I mostly slept with a fan directly on me because I loved feeling the breeze on my bare skin and Gretchen had remembered and had put a big fan next to my bed. I was full and comfortable and I fell asleep quickly.

I was having the most delicious dream that night. Someone was kissing my legs, moving up my body slowly. His kisses were languorous and mixed with licks and soft nips. I opened my legs to allow him access to my pussy. His fingers were strong and yet soft. His mouth was insistent, slowly working its way up my thighs and stopping and kissing at that juncture where the tops of my thighs and my body met. That is a guaranteed turn on for me.

He opened my legs even more and I felt his tongue licking my pussy, long sweet licks, separating my lips with his tongue and his licks. My God, that felt good! His finger went inside me and then back out and he said softly, “Your pussy tastes as sweet as I knew it would,” and then I felt his tongue swirling around my clitoris.

This dream was fantastic! I reached down and got a handful of curly hair. I opened my eyes because it felt so good and to my surprise, I wasn’t dreaming. It was Gregory!

“What are you doing?” I asked, my voice a squeal. Never in a million years had I expected to find him in bed with me!

“I’m eating your pussy, silly twat,” he replied, “shut up and let me finish you.”

He always called me a silly twat and it always pissed me off. But he was really eating my pussy quite well. Very well, actually and I was going to come very soon and I told him.

“Good….let it come. I want to feel it…” he said.

And I did. He smiled and began kissing his way back up my body, up my stomach to my breasts. He took them in his hands and smiled at me.

“I’ve wanted to see these tits for 30 years. I tried to peek at you when you spent the night with us before. I knew they were nice but they’re better than I imagined,” he told me as he licked around the areola of my left and most sensitive nipple, “mmmm…..yes, I could suck this all night. I understand you like this. Your tits are sensitive, aren’t they?”

“Yes, but…”I started,

“Shut up. Don’t ruin it. I want to suck your tits and I will.”

I wanted to tell him to stop. I wished I was strong enough to push him off me and out of the bed. Never in my life had I thought about having sex with Gregory (ok, well, yeah, there was that one time….) and this was freaking me out. But he felt so good and he was giving me just the right combination of sucking and licking that I loved.

“Gregory,” I moaned, “oh shit….”

“I said shut up,” he said, gazing up at me, “stop talking. Enjoy this with me.”

His fingers were stroking my clit and he was sucking my tits and I was going to come. Hard. My back arched up and the waves hit me and I hung on to him and when I finally stopped and looked at him, he was climbing over me. He kissed me and I tasted my own salty sweetness on his lips. His kiss was rough almost, but intense and I put my arms around his neck and held him fast.

He was a fantastic kisser and I felt the wetness starting again in my pussy. And I felt his cock, big and hard pressing against me. I looked down and saw it and gasped. I had no idea Gregory had a dick that big! He grinned as he rubbed it right in my split to get it wet.

“Now,” he said, “we need to get something straight between us. I know you don’t like me…..” and he pushed that cock into me just slightly.

“….and you think I’m arrogant and that I’m selfish….”

And he pushed it in just a bit more. I realized that because he was so big, he knew had to be easy with it and I was rethinking some of what I had always believed about him. But was I going to say that?

“Yes, you are arrogant….” I said softly.

“And I’m an asshole too, right?”

He pulled back out of me and I felt empty for a moment.

“Yes, you are an asshole!” I agreed, angry because he had pulled out of me just when it was getting good.

“Okay, I’m an asshole. You say I always interrupt you when you’re talking….”

“You do,” I said, ‘you always do. You never let me finish…oh God!” I squealed as he pushed inside me again.

“You never stop talking long enough to let me say what I want to so I have to interrupt you. Oh, wow, I did it again, didn’t I?” he teased, beginning to stroke inside me.

“Fuck, Gregory…” I moaned.

“Yes, fuck is right,” he replied. “I have wanted to fuck you forever and I’m going to do it now and I’m going to do it good. I’m going to fuck you like I always wanted to. And you’re going to like it.”

I already liked it but I wasn’t going to give in. Not yet.

“It’s just like you to do this without asking me….” I started. He pulled out again. “…you fucking bastard!”

“I didn’t need to ask you,” he slid it back in, slowly all the way this time. “You would have said no and I didn’t want to argue with you. I want to fuck you.”

He took my groan as agreeing and pulled back just a bit.

“Now, as I was saying, you don’t like me, do you?”

“No! You always treat me as if I’m stupid!” I squealed.

“No baby, I know you’re not stupid,” he said, his voice soothing, “you kind of intimidated me for a long time. You scared me. I had to grow up to learn to deal with you. Fuck, your pussy is good….”

I had tightened my muscles around him and I saw the look in his eyes.

“But now I know what to do with you. I have to show you how I feel about you.”

“You just want to fuck me!” I said weakly.

“Oh yes, I want to fuck you. I am fucking you and I will again.”

“No!” I cried because he had pulled out again.

Dammit, was he going to fuck me or torment me?

“Stop doing that!” I yelled.