Bosom Buddies Ch. 05

"Oh fuck!" Amy screamed as I continued my assault, pushing the length of my tongue into her slit. I felt her thighs wrap around me, her ankles locking together behind my head to pull my hungry mouth tighter against her core.

God, I love going down on girls. I grabbed onto her thighs for dear life as I shook my head back and forth, tonguing her clit as I went—

"Fuck, Ian, I'm already so close!"

She propped herself on her hands and arched her back, thrusting her pelvis against me; ferociously humping my face. My hands found her elevated butt cheeks and squeezed them to support her weight, feeling the muscles tighten with her every thrust.

I latched my mouth around her clit and sucked as hard as I can, slathering it with my tongue in vacuum—

"Oh fuck—Oh fuck—Ohhhh!"

The girl was a climaxing machine. She kept me prisoner; her legs clamped around my head as she screamed out my name for minute after minute. When she finally let me go, my tongue could barely move. Never had THAT happen before.

After witnessing the ferocity of Amy's orgasm, I was about a millimeter and a half away from coming myself. Still recovering, my gorgeous friend crawled towards me, pushing me onto my back with a touch of her finger.

With infinite tenderness, she undid my belt and lowered my painfully uncomfortable jeans. Her hand rested soothingly atop the erection straining my boxers, holding it steady until I was accustomed to the feel of her hand against me.

Smiling, she dragged my boxers down as well, her eyes widening in delight at the sight of my throbbing penis.

"I love cocks so much," she cooed, "I just don't understand the girls who think they're weird. They're like the awesomest things in the universe."

I sat paralyzed as she reached her fingertips towards me, only to stop just before making contact. Instead, Amy leaned in and gently breathed warm air across the sensitive skin, making my already hard member jolt upright at extreme attention.

"Your cock is absolutely beautiful. It's like the perfect shape."

With that, she grasped hold of me with her fingers and lovingly touched the head of my cock against her soft cheek, relishing the naughty feel of it. I sucked in air, trying to keep my climax at bay. It felt like I had a thirty megaton time bomb about to explode in her face.

She lowered her head, letting her lips brush ever so slightly along the length of my shaft until her mouth was pressed against the warmth of my balls. She took a naughty nibble on my scrotum, gently tugging the sensitive skin with her teeth. I moaned uncontrollably. We both knew I was close.

Amy lifted her head, drawing her wet tongue up along my cock with slow, purposeful strokes. She gently clamped her teeth around the skin of my shaft and tugged that as well, sending a lightning storm of excitement through my whole body.

Then, finally, she reached the tip of my penis and delicately grazed her teeth along the smooth dome of my cockhead as she took me into her small mouth—

And kept going.

I watched in amazement as inch after inch slowly disappeared between the soft wet lips stretched around my width.

"Holy crap, Amy! How did—how did you—"

Then she sucked in her cheeks and I was in heaven. Amy slowly withdrew, exposing my glistening penis as she went. I would have given anything at that moment if she would just let me cum...

Then, all of a sudden, she went totally wild, bobbing up and down crazily, gliding her wiggling tongue along my length as she went. Her fingers latched onto my balls and I exploded into her mouth, over and over again.

"Mmm!" she moaned as my boiling semen splashed against the inside of her cheek.

Her wildly aroused eyes burned into mine as she sucked down and swallowed every single drop of my load. My cock was still half-hard when she pulled off her mouth with a plop.

"You had a lot in you," she giggled.

We retired to Amy's bedroom and she put her prized porno in the VCR. With the "actors" providing atmospheric groaning in the background, I pulled Amy's mini-T over her head and drank in the sight of her athletic body on that frilly pink bed, completely naked except for her socks and the simple white bra concealing her nice, ripe tits.

She pushed out her chest towards me, offering herself up to my hungry gaze. I slipped the bra straps off her shoulders, watching as the swell of her lightly freckled breasts bulged out above the cups. My fingers traced along the line of Amy's bra, daringly darting inside to tease her nipples.

I had a little trouble with the clasp in the back, but my efforts were well rewarded when Amy's luscious tits bounced unobstructed into view. I immediately put them in my mouth.

She threw her head back in ecstasy, tossing her mane of wild red hair with it. I sucked and suckled, exploring the texture of her nipples with my tongue. She panted like an animal, the sound bringing my recently relieved cock back to a respectable hardness.

"You can—use your teeth a little—if you want to..." she muttered, almost incoherent.

I honestly hadn't been thinking about that, but her tone sounded more like a plea than anything. I placed one of her erect nipples into my mouth and ever so gently bit down.

Amy shuddered from the intensity, her eyes scrunched shut, her stomach muscles clenched tight. I briefly replaced the firmness of my teeth on her nipple with the softness of my tongue—then bit down again to remind her I was there.

"Oh!" she gasped in shock.

My dick was already hard as a rock.

Amy must've felt it poking into her thigh because she quickly grabbed hold of me and began rubbing my tip along the edge of her smooth cunt while I sucked on her breasts.

I started to inch myself inside, but her hand against my pelvis stopped me short—

"Please, just a bit longer, I'm not quite ready yet."

I promptly switched my mouth to her other breast and gently bit down on the nipple. She spasmed beneath my body and firmly pressed my erection against the nub of her engorged clit.

My cock was getting soaked in her juices down there. She whimpered beautifully, "Now I'm ready."

I maneuvered my weight onto my hands as I pushed inside of Amy, feeling her body welcome me in, squeezing like a glove. Our hips rolled together in an easy rhythm and I watched with delight as the flesh of Amy's breasts bounced and shuddered beneath me with every thrust.

We paced ourselves, enjoying the vibe as we casually went at it, our moans of pleasure mixing with the moans coming from Amy's small TV.

"You enjoying yourself?" she asked, scraping her fingernails across my nipples.

"Oh, Hell yes."

I grabbed her tits for leverage as I shoved my cock back inside of her.

"Hey Amy, you wanna do it with me behind you?"

She nodded excitedly. I withdrew my length from her lithe body and flipped Amy onto her stomach. She swung her legs off the side of the bed, presenting me with a spectacular view of her butt. I hopped off the bed and took up position behind her, making sure to run my hands down her slender back and across those beautiful, toned ass cheeks. I even gave her a nice, firm smack for good measure.

Then Amy did something only Amy could do: she lifted her legs up and to the sides, spreading out along the edge of the bed in a perfect split. She arched her back, glancing over her shoulder at me with a daring look in her eyes.

This girl was amazing.

My hot, slick erection slid across the curve of her buttocks until the tip was aligned with her opening—then I entered her from behind in a single, smooth thrust.

"Ohhh..."

It wasn't exactly the most comfortable sex position I've ever been in, but oh man, the view was something else: red hair cascading down Amy's back, her green eyes flashing at me, my pelvis bouncing eagerly against the cushion of her ass.

Amy's toes curled in pleasure as she let out a low, hungry growl.

I grabbed hold of her shapely thighs as I built up speed, pounding harder and harder until I could see the impact of my thrusts sending ripples across her skin. The side of a single, beautiful breast swung in and out of my field of vision—taunting me--until I couldn't bear it anymore—

My fingers released their grip on her thighs and snapped forward, squeezing at her tits with wild abandon. Amy and I shouted out strings of blissful obscenities, each of us trying to scream louder than the other as I fucked her from behind and roughly groped her breasts.

Then, all of a sudden, Amy got very quiet; almost zen-like. She whimpered quietly, her eyes scrunched shut as a pending, massive orgasm built inside of her. Such a sexy sound...

I felt a familiar tightness in my balls and knew that neither of us was long for this world. Amy's jaw went slack, unconsciously bracing herself for the shockwave of pleasure about to explode through her body—

I threw myself atop Amy and pinned her to the bed, my bodyweight driving her clit down hard against the friction of her frilly pink bedspread as my hips bucked desperately against her ass—

A shockwave of pleasure rolled between the two of us that just wouldn't stop.

We came. And came. And came. And came.

And then we heard the front door open downstairs.

"What the—Amy?!" her dad's angry, terrifying voice echoed through the whole house. I hurriedly pulled out of Amy and she spun around, eyes wide in fright. The one thing on earth that spooked Amy was her dad's temper.

We were fucked. That's all there was to it. Our clothes were scattered in a trail up the stairs and into her bedroom. We couldn't get dressed, even if we wanted to. Our amazing, blissful fuck session from five seconds ago was instantly forgotten.

In a blind, irrational panic, Amy suggested, "You could go out the window! There's a tree—"

She pulled back her curtains, revealing a backyard with a feeble, distant oak tree that taunted me with visions of a shattered spine.

"Amy, I'd die. And I'm naked. So I'd die naked. I don't want to die naked."

We suddenly heard Amy's dad stomping up the staircase outside. Amy sprung to her feet, crossed the room in a blur, and slammed the door shut.

"Just a minute, dad!"

Outside, her dad must have started coming to his senses, because we heard the thunderous footsteps come to a halt at the top of the stairs. After a long, quiet moment, Amy's dad muttered, "Goddammit, Amy," and then turned back downstairs and out the front door, slamming it behind him.

Amy let out a long sigh and slumped naked onto her bed, visibly shaken by the near confrontation. I'd never seen her so scared before.

"It'll be okay," I offered, "Just a little awkward. It's not like he thinks you're still a virgin or anything."

Amy tried to fight it with everything she had, but nonetheless tears welled up in her eyes. "Not in this house!" she snapped. "He said never in his house! It was really important to him. I just never thought that he'd..."

Her voice broke, prompting the girl to stop talking lest she break down into sobs. I hugged Amy close, something I had never been inclined to do before in my entire life. The girl NEVER cried.

"He's just being a dad," I whispered, "He doesn't want to think about his little girl turning into a woman. That's all it is. Just a little awkwardness."

She shook her head against my shoulder. "He used to be so proud of me, came to every single game—but ever since I started having sex with guys he just acts so ashamed of me. He wanted me to wait until I was married. It's bullshit! If I was a boy, he'd be all proud that I was getting laid. It's like he expects me to be two different things!"

I ran my fingers through her long, red hair, letting her calm down in her own time. After a long while, she finally regained her composure:

"I can't believe I'm fucking crying! What the hell is wrong with me?"

There was the old Amy, again. I couldn't help but smile. "Nothing is wrong with you, Amy. Your dad's still parenting in first gear, and he needs to shift to third. You're just being you."

She nodded, moving away from me to retrieve her bra. We both got dressed in silence. Amy suggested I head out before her dad got back, and I reluctantly agreed that it was probably for the best. The two of them needed to have a long, uncomfortable talk about some things.

I walked home half worried that Amy's dad was gonna pop out of the bushes and Rodney King my ass into the pavement. But it was not to be. In fact, the next time I did see Amy's dad, he was actually pretty cool towards me. Go figure. I guess the two of them managed to work out the awkwardness after I'd left.

Still, I was so distracted by the events of the day that I almost missed the big envelope waiting for me when I got home. It wasn't until I saw the crazed, excited look in my mom's eyes that it even registered what the thing was.

I had been accepted into my first choice for college: MIT.

It was a huge moment for me, and for my family. A huge relief, calling for a huge celebration. This news was going to affect the rest of my life. But the only thing that popped into my head upon reading my acceptance letter was the realization that, after this summer, my friendship with the girls would be over.

Sure, we would stay in touch as best we could. But I would be on the other side of the country, and this was before we all had cell phones, or Facebook, or even MySpace. My ridiculous social life with my amazing friends was going to turn into an anecdote that nobody at college would even believe.

How had I not thought about this before? I mean, I had thought about it before, but it had never felt real. It wasn't until I actually saw my MIT letter that it suddenly became the awful truth.

I put on a happy face for my parents, but deep down I just felt sick.

As the week went on, the others got their letters of acceptance as well. Talia and Rachel, as luck would have it, were both going to UC Berkeley (in spite of her inability to pay attention for more than four seconds, Talia had maintained a four point average). Amy was bound for USC on an athletic scholarship, Elizabeth would be attending San Francisco state, and Stephanie was bound for some liberal arts school near Seattle. Corrine and Simon were both staying in our hometown to attend the local JC.

It was a sobering couple of days. And it was about to get worse.

After school Friday, I went over to Talia's house to do some studying--only to find Talia furiously pacing back and forth in her room, red in the face.

"Uh, you okay?" I asked.

"That bitch!" Talia shouted in response, "I can't believe she would do that to me!"

"Who, Rachel?"

"No, Corrine! She's dating Steve! MY Steve!" Talia hurled a pillow against the wall in frustration.

"Is it such a big deal?" I asked, "I mean, you dumped him."

Talia wheeled to face me, snarling, "That's not the point! I mean, sure, it's kind of whorish for her to do this kind of thing to her friend, but I can get over Corry dating my ex. Any other ex would be fine. But Steve is a huge motherfucking asshole who I hate and he doesn't deserve to live. How am I supposed to be friends with Corry when I know she's dating a douchey, poseur, wannabe tough-guy, lying, cheating bastard? I mean, did she learn nothing from my mistake?"

I shrugged, knowing better than to interrupt Talia mid-rant. She stomped around her room for the rest of the afternoon, recounting for me non-stop each of Steve's myriad offenses to the human race: His snide misogyny, his infidelity, and his full-of-shit "drug dealer" persona (turns out Steve was actually just a spoiled rich guy who lived with his parents and sold weed in order to feel tough).

I shook my head, overwhelmed. "Remind me again why you ever dated this guy?"

Talia's eyes avoided mine, and she hurriedly muttered under her breath, "Because he was sexy and confident and I fell for the whole 'I'm so mysterious and dangerous' thing even though it turned out to be a complete lie. And he let me drive his Porsche sometimes."

I rolled my eyes in response, and Talia threw up her hands in defeat: "I know, I know! But what are we going to do, Ian? This is gonna tear me and Corry apart. I can't be around that guy again."

I put a hand on Talia's shoulder and assured her, "Nothing like that will happen, Tal. Nothing weird happened to us all when you were dating this guy, right? So Corrine is going out on one date with your repulsive ex-boyfriend, doesn't mean we'll be seeing him around everywhere."

I was wrong.

For the next week, Steve started tagging along every time our group got together. He even swung by our high school during lunch to eat with all of us. It wasn't long before we all got more than our fill of his unique "charm." I admit, maybe my perception of the guy was colored by my jealousy of the fact that he got to date Corrine, but I've never wanted to strangle another human being so badly in my life, not even the thugs who'd put me in the hospital a month and a half ago.

AND WHY DIDN'T HE OWN ANYTHING WITH FUCKING SLEEVES?!

I mean, I get that any guy with arms like Vin Diesel wants to show them off, but come on.

We all did our best to be civil, but one-by-one the rest of the group just started refusing to go anywhere if Steve was coming along. Talia went first, as expected, but later that very same day, Stephanie and Simon left after the fiftieth time Steve referred to Simon as "Wise Old Buddha" in a racist accent. Elizabeth followed after her BFF, and Amy lasted about two more days before she finally snapped and got up in Steve's face, calling him on his bullshit, imploring Corrine to ditch the loser if she ever wanted to see any of us again, then walking off—leaving me alone with Corrine and her outstanding choice of a boyfriend.

Despite feeling like a third wheel, I tried to stay in the hopes that maybe I could find something I actually liked about Steve. Maybe I could split my time between Corrine and the others? The thought of losing Corrine as a friend was apocalyptic to me; there was no person on earth who could make me laugh as happily and as easily as that girl. But even I refused to hang around after Steve started honking Corrine's tits in front of me. She laughed at his goofy horseplay, but I saw the snide look on Steve's face each time he groped her, and I knew he was just doing it to taunt me. It was as if he was saying yeah, that's right, these puppies are all mine.

I walked away wondering how in the hell Corrine could date a guy like that. I hated to admit it, but I lost a lot of respect for my friend.

Things turned frustrating for all of us. Corrine was an essential part of our group, and things just were not the same without her. For a few days, Steve and Corrine were all any of us could talk about, but then it just became too depressing a topic. Corrine's absence became the proverbial elephant in the room.

Ironically, with the turn in mood came a turn in the weather, and the scorching spring heat wave gave way to a freak non-stop torrential downpour that blew in from South America. It seemed appropriate to me, having lost one of my best friends to some jackass in a muscle shirt. For almost my entire senior year, I had hung out with Corrine non-stop. I considered her my good friend before I even knew the other girls. Her sudden departure from my life was unbearable; it nagged me constantly, the social equivalent of a phantom limb.

I started making an extra effort to meet with Corrine between classes, where Steve would not be around. She appreciated the effort, and I became her one link to the others. It wasn't much, I guess, but it was better than no Corrine at all.

One rainy day, Corrine came up to me after the final bell and asked if I could help her study for an economics test. It was a simple request, one that she had made countless times during our friendship, and one that I was always more than willing to fulfill. But there was something about the way she asked me, an unmistakable tremor in her voice, that gave me pause. Still, she was my friend, and she was asking for help.