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For the love of God, Matthew knew he shouldn’t have gone out drinking with Colombia, a “friend of a friend,” he liked to call her, that night. Colombia wanted company at the local hotspot bar, no one else was available, and he was bored. Laura, his best friend and housemate, had been busy at the time and he thought, Why not? I’ve been able to handle her pretty well in the past. He didn’t think that he would actually have something to regret that evening and yet, here he was, absolutely miserable.

The misery had all started with a mysterious blue shot that Colombia had brought from the bar to their table. At first, Matthew had soundly rejected the shot. After twenty minutes of whiny wheedling, he caved and took the shot all in one gulp.

Yeesh, he had thought. Something in there wasn’t good. Can alcohol go bad?

“What was in there?” he had asked Colombia over the ear-splitting music on the strobed dance floor.

“Blue coconut and vodka,” she shouted. She was already a few sheets to the wind at that point. Matthew had begun seriously regretting accompanying Colombia at all, but it was the odd grin that came with her words that made him wary.

At some point, he simply got up and left. The trek home was uneventful, except that he noticed that the pit of his stomach was unusually hot. Weird – and I didn’t have anything to drink besides that one shot.

He and Laura met at the front door of their home, Laura having just come home from the liquor store. Laura ran a small, “beer only” bar that was attached to their house that was becoming quite popular these days, and for good reason. The barmaid and his best friend had always been the most attractive women to him. Her long hair reached her lower back, her legs were long, her eyes sparkled and she had a knee-melting smile.

Matthew shook himself out of his thoughts and asked, “Shouldn’t you be at the bar by now?”

“Today’s my day off,” Laura said in reply to his question. “I needed to rearrange the furniture and do some touch up painting anyway.”

He helped her carry in the beer bottles and the kegs, and he was in the process of helping Laura store the bottles under the counter when it hit. His ears and cheeks felt as though they were burning. His heart pounded. While he was straightening his legs, his pants brushed against penis. He realized that he was as erect as if he and Laura were about to have a wild roll in the hay. The thought might have been funny if Laura had not been innocently standing beside him, stocking the bar and making small talk.

And it wasn’t as if they had the romantic kind of relationship.

He nodded and made brief replies to her innocuous questions about his day, trying his hardest to cover himself up. Matthew eventually had to excuse himself and ducked into the restroom for bar customers. He stumbled into the nearest stall, leaned over the toilet and began stroking himself. Unbidden, Laura appeared in his mind, and not just Laura herself. Her long legs wrapped around his waist. Sifting her silky hair between his fingers. Burying his face into her beautiful breasts. Her wild, impassioned cries in his ears.

It was seconds before he came.

But the heat in his body only worsened. To his horror, he watched as his length stiffened again.

Without a shadow of doubt, this was weird. What had he done differently this evening? His mind flipped through the highlights of his brief foray with Colombia and his mind latched upon the mysterious blue shot. It had tasted bad, but had been something in there besides vodka. And she had given it to him with a smile!

“Colombia, I’m going to kick your ass halfway across Gaia,” he grumbled aloud.

His erection nagged for relief. He stroked and rubbed harder than he had before – maybe this time it would end?

Matthew came into his hand, but even as he came, he still felt as though he could come again.

After coming a third time, he stared in outrage at his throbbing, still erect member.

He tried of thoughts to make him wilt; violent things to be done to his member: the threat of being nailed to Laura’s bar’s hardwood floor, of being smashed with his hammer, or being slammed in a door. Nothing worked. It wasn’t enough to admit defeat because it wouldn’t solve his problem. Matthew wondered desperately how long whatever drug Colombia had slipped him would last.

At least no one’s around, he thought. Just then, he heard the bathroom door open and Laura’s voice.

“Hey, are you okay in here?” she called.

“I’m fine,” Matthew muttered, trying (and failing) to keep the aroused strain out of his voice.

A pause.

“Are you sure? You don’t sound so good,” Laura said.

Matthew couldn’t bring himself to reply.

He heard the bathroom door close and Laura’s footfalls towards his stall. She knocked on the door.

“What’s going on?”

“Nothing.” God, that won’t set her off on twenty questions!

“Do you need help?”

Oh, that would be amazing…wait, no. That wouldn’t be amazing. That would be terrible. You’re my best friend, not some two-bit whore. And that’s all I’d be using you for – to get off until this goddamn aphro wears off. And in the name of all things holy, I don’t want to use you like that. I love you…

“Uh, no, thanks,” Matthew said. Dammit, your voice was pitched too high. Now she’s going to know something’s up.

Another pause.

Laura knocked on the door again.

“Can you unlock the door for me?” she asked.

Oh, God.

“No, no, I can’t,” he stammered. “I…you don’t want to see…”

“I just want to help if I can,” she replied, clearly concerned.

There it is, the one tone of voice of hers I can never stand against.

Matthew took a deep breath. And then unlocked the door without a word.

The door didn’t open immediately. When it did, her eyes focused first on his red face, then on his pants on the ground. Then she focused on his engorged cock still in his cum-covered hand.

Embarrassment, horror and shame warred for space in Matthew’s brain at the sight of his best friend’s mouth dropping open. Laura quickly averted her eyes.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt…” Laura’s words tumbled over one another. “I thought you were in trouble.”

May as well go for broke.

“I am,” he said, dropping the thin veneer of control at last. “Colombia gave me some kind of blue shot. She said it had alcohol, but it really had some sort of aphro. I don’t know how long this is going to last or if I’m going to walk around like this for the rest of my life, but…”

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Laura threw her arms around him. Matthew couldn’t have been more stunned.

He felt Laura sigh against him.

“Matthew,” she began, “I have a confession to make.”

Matthew’s brain was quick, despite his frustratingly priapic condition. He made a snap conclusion.

“You told Colombia to slip me the aphro?” he asked.

Please say you did…wait. Please say you didn’t…?

 

Another pause.

“I didn’t tell her to give you an aphro, but…” she sighed again. “I told her that I wanted more… out of us and… I think she took it the wrong way.”

Matthew’s stomach unknotted itself in relief. So the aphro had been all Colombia’s idea.

Laura spoke again. “All the same, I don’t want you going around like that. It looks painful.”

“No, just… sensitive,” he replied. The word sensitive rang in his mind and he resisted the urge to begin stroking again. You’re not that much of an animal – not in front of her!

Laura put her hand on her hip.

“Well, what would you like to do?”

I want to kiss you, hold you, tell you that I’ve always loved you and fill you until I hear your screams.

“I… don’t know,” Matthew replied lamely.

Laura took a deep breath and put her hands on her hips, gazing at his bright red member.

“Let me try something,” she said, lifting her chin.

She smeared the cum from his hand onto hers and took a deep breath. Laura stepped in front of him and wrapped her warm, calloused yet soft hand around his cock. He came immediately upon contact.

Laura looked surprised. “My goodness, you are in a bad way,” she said.

He was almost too old to cry. Almost. Matthew stared in horror as the evidence of his fourth orgasm pooled in her hand and dripped between her fingers. What have I done – to us?

Laura threw her arms around his neck again. As if she had read his thoughts, she said, “Please don’t think that you’ve ruined anything. Think of this as a kick to both our butts towards something that everyone’s been betting we would be in by now, you know?”

She kissed his throat slowly, as if savoring it. Matthew melted in her arms. Do you know that I’ve always loved you?

“I don’t love you just because everyone who’s seen us together is betting their savings on whether or not we actually get together,” Matthew said. “I love you because you’re you.”

He felt Laura smile against his neck. He wanted to cradle her like she embraced him, but he didn’t want to get her dirty. Again, as if she sensed his thoughts, she took his other hand and pressed it deliberately to her lower back, against her clean clothes.

“It’s perfectly washable,” she said gently.

She shifted to hug him more closely and the belt hem of her pants brushed his aching member. Matthew felt the warning pulse, and, past the point of shame, quickly tugged on his balls to try to stave off yet another orgasm.

Laura pressed her lips to his. Gods. What part of her isn’t perfect?

They were so soft, so warm, so moist. Why had he waited so long to relish the touch of something so small and yet so expressive?

She broke the kiss and looked down at his erection.

“Right, then. We need to finish you until you can’t finish anymore,” she said with a cheery smile.

She guided him out of the bathroom and up the stairs to her bedroom. Laying him down, she slowly stripped off his layers of clothes. Laura knelt and straddled his leg, watching his face.

“That’s not fair,” Matthew said.

“Not fair?” Laura replied, inclining her head.

Matthew choked on what he was about to say.

“My clothes are off but yours aren’t.”

Laura blushed. “Of course,” she said. “I guess I forgot.”

She breathed deeply and got off the bed. She peeled off her blouse and shed her jeans. Matthew felt another hot wave coming over him as she unsnapped her bra. Curling over onto his side, he held his cock between his thighs and squeezed, refusing to get off in front of her while she was in such a new and vulnerable situation. The swelling sensation intensified when she slipped her panties down to her feet and stepped out of them.

Laura covered herself before him for a moment before diving under the covers of the bed. Matthew patted her back.

He didn’t have any words to encompass his awe at her naked body, but he said what words he could: “Laura, you’re beautiful.”

He heard her muffled laugh in the pillow and she shook her head, smiling.

Matthew slipped into the covers with her and was reminded once again that his erection was in no mood to flee the scene yet. He squirmed uncomfortably – holding his erect cock between his legs apparently worked for short amounts of time only.

He felt Laura’s hand on him, cradling his balls and running her fingers along the underside. He kicked the blanket away just as he watched her lips envelop the head of his cock.

Laura looked up with embarrassment and blushed.

“I’ve never done this before, so if it doesn’t feel good, tell me,” she said.

He watched as his penis slowly disappeared into her mouth, her lips gradually pulling more of him into her hot, wet mouth. His entire body suddenly became taut, he fisted the bedclothes, arched his back and spread his legs as far as they could go. Unbelievable.

She made a light vacuum and made it stronger. Then she began rhythmically sucking. She swirled her tongue over the head. All these pleasures at once threatened to make him lose his mind. And the fact that Laura was doing this for him filled him with love and protectiveness.

But, contrary to her lack of experience, she was just good enough. He was close to coming again and he hesitated to do anything in her mouth that could gross her out.

“Laura… I’m too close.” His breaths sounded like short moans.

She did not stop her ministrations, but instead, looked up at him with a face that said, “What are you waiting for?” Laura fisted him powerfully and swallowed around the head of his cock.

He screamed as he jerkily came.

This time, he could tell something was different; he distinctly felt a tapering-off effect in his body. Perhaps this aphro is finally wearing off?

 

They panted and watched one another. Laura slowly swallowed.

Trembling, Matthew took her hand.

“Let me inside you?” he asked. His words bumped into one another on the way out in his rush and embarrassment.

Laura smiled tremulously but moaned, “Yes.”

She started to help him into her from her position on top, but he stopped her.

“Please, you’ve already done so much,” he said. He embraced her tightly and rolled so that she was on bottom, his thighs squeezing her hips.

He knew just as much as she did about making love – not as much as I’d like, he thought – but he wanted to at least try.

Matthew cradled her head and kissed with the years of passion he had been storing in his heart. His lips traveled down to her jawline and neck, shoulders and breasts. Laura clung to him and shivered appreciatively as he traveled down further.

Her breasts. Oh gods above, her breasts. They were full and round, their nipples a lovely, dusky pink. For several moments, Matthew merely relished the sensation of her heavy, delightfully supple breasts pressing against his face.

Laura held him against her and hesitantly lifted a breast to his mouth, vulnerability and shyness in her eyes. Matthew understood and tenderly sucked her nipple into his mouth. Her hips lurched and hit his own hips, rubbing against his aching cocking. He groaned around her breast and held her more tightly.

Is she as wet as I’m turned on? His fingers preceded his lips as he kissed her navel and experimentally brushed his fingers over and across her nether lips. Laura quivered expectantly as she watched.

It shouldn’t have surprised him, but it made his balls draw even tighter to his body when he discovered it. A small trickle of her slick essence coated her entrance. Carefully, he dipped his fingers into it and lifted his fingers to his mouth to taste.

Delicious.

Laura clutched the bedclothes and moaned lightly between pants as Matthew dropped his fingers from her mouth back down to her sensually swollen yoni and spread the moisture there up to her engorged clit. Then, it struck Matthew:

How deep does she go?

He gently prodded her entrance with a finger and slipped inside. He nearly came again as he discovered how tight, how hot, and how hard she could pulse around him. Laura cried out as he explored and quickly pressed her own fingers to her clit, rubbing and squeezing. Matthew watched, fascinated.

“Please, I need you, please, please, please,” she sighed, holding out a hand for him. He didn’t need to be asked twice.

He pushed himself up over her and directed the head of his cock just before her entrance. But he hesitated.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” Matthew said.

“You won’t, just… please!” Laura cried out. She thrust her hips upwards into his and they were joined, aided by his and her combined wetness. Matthew wanted to weep with joy while his world constricted down solely to the sensations flooding his brain and body.

He immediately began thrusting, his cock gripped in her soaked, silky vise. Laura’s cries urged him into a faster speed. He couldn’t slow down, he wanted to wait for her orgasm, but at this rate, he didn’t know if it was possible.

Stop me,” he choked out. “I want to wait for you.”

He hadn’t thought that she might be coming even as he spoke. Suddenly, her core squeezed and pulsed around him, her muscular hips knocking into his with the power of her orgasm. Laura screamed and clawed his back. The sound of her shriek slammed him into a blinding climax.

He moaned her name through clenched teeth, then slammed into her twice, and pressed himself into her hard. Her inner walls squeezed him tightly enough in her climax that he began again and shoved in and out three more times.

He came again. Her inner walls pulsed and throbbed around him again. The sounds slipping out from behind Matthew’s clenched teeth were somewhere between cries and growling as he began thrusting once more.

Their orgasms seemed to feed one another – his powerful plunges caused her to come and her walls caused him to come again, which, in turn, encouraged him to ram inside again. But Laura had never seen such expressions on Matthew before – emotions seemed to fight for center stage on his face: elation, his “o-face,” love, fear of the next powerful orgasmic cycle and above all, weariness. Laura was becoming weary herself – the room began to spin and she had to remind herself to breathe.

At last, the aphro in Matthew’s system ran its course and he collapsed above her.

They lay together, sheets soaked with their sweat and the earthy scent of the silk of their arousal. They panted, Matthew gasps for breath coming in deep sobs, and clung to one another. He had not even withdrawn from her yet. Their limbs were tangled in one another’s hair or around the other’s body – one could not be easily distinguished from the other. Matthew managed to kiss Laura’s mouth before he let an exhausted groan pass his lips. They slipped into sleep together, feeling the combined heat of their bodies seep into the thick air of the room.

Later, Laura’s cell phone rang, interrupting their sleep.

Laura answered. It was  Colombia. The younger girl asked how Matthew was doing.

“Oh, he’s doing fine… what did you put in his drink, Colombia?” The sudden switch in tone made the hair on Matthew’s neck stand up. “Uh-huh. Uh-huh. If that was only a half-dose, a full dose would have killed him, right?”

Laura’s face was frighteningly still as she listened to Colombia’s explanation.

“Give him anything like that again and I’ll put you through a junkyard grinder after I’ve beaten you to a pulp with my bare hands after I finish flaying you. Do I make myself transparent?”

Just before Laura hung up the phone, Matthew heard the tinny voice through the receiver: “Whatever! I’ve been trying to get you two laid for months!”

Laura turned towards Matthew and raised her eyebrows. “She won’t be interfering with this part of our lives anymore,” she said cordially.

Matthew smiled and breathed a sigh of relief. Laura laughed and kissed him.

THANK YOU, ERIN, FOR A LOVELY STORY!!! CAN’T WAIT FOR MORE 🙂

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