Adrian reclined on the couch. He was busily contemplating the appearance of his penis. The skin was soft, yet tough, somehow. He looked at the "rings" around it, the shallow folds that would disappear when it lengthened and got hard. That wasn't going to happen any time soon, since he had just jerked off.
He was home alone and wondered what was on TV. Riley had just broken up with her girlfriend, Paige, and was feeling like her world had fallen apart. She figured she'd call her best friend, Adrian, and see if she could come by and hang with him, for a while. She knew nothing would ever happen because they had agreed to be friend, since they first met in NXT. As he flipped through the dull list of daytime soap operas, ancient movies and infomercials, he thought about Riley. She was the first girl he knew who was into girls and secretly he hoped she liked guys because he wanted to know her as more than just his best friend. He wanted to fuck his best friend. When the phone rang, he answered it but was disappointed that it was only his friend Bo Dallas, calling to say he was on his way over so they could set up for guy's night.
Adrian dropped the remote to the couch cushion and rose to his feet. It was getting late and Riley would soon be there. He threw on a pair of sweat pants and went to the kitchen. He had just opened the refrigerator and was reaching for the milk, when the doorbell rang. Glancing at the clock on the stove, he saw that it was later than he had thought. He padded down the hall to the front door. When he opened the door, he stopped dead in his tracks. Suddenly he was really happy he'd put on some clothes. Instead of Bo's goofy grin, he was looking at his best friend, Riley. She took in his bare chest and belly, then let her eyes drift slowly down from his waist to his bare feet. They snapped back up to his face and she smiled that little smile again. "Hi. Can I come in?" she asked. Her voice sounded strange to Adrian. It wasn't as if she was asking, more like she was demanding to be let in. Without a word, he stood to one side and she swept into the hallway. She was wearing jeans and a kind of tank top with a loose, unbuttoned shirt over it. As she passed him he caught the trace of cinnamon scent he had noticed the day they first met. He closed the door and followed in the cinnamon scent into the living room.
He stood there, staring at his best friend and secretly imagining her and him, in bed, doing whatever they wanted. Adrian felt his dick stir in his sweats, imagining what that ass would look like naked. It surprised him, but he didn't dwell on it at the time. He felt awkward standing there without a shirt on. Just then, she turned to face him. "I noticed you weren't at the gym, today, so I figured I'd come here and see what you were up to", she said as she stared at his smooth chest. Adrian saw her smile and it was the first time he'd seen her smile that way. It made her much more attractive - not that she wasn't, it was just harder to see when she was frowning or straight-faced. "Uh, no. I really wasn't sick," he admitted, surprising himself. "I just didn't feel like working out." She nodded and started to look around the room. She grabbed a book of poems off the shelf and looked at it. "I have this book", she said as she showed him the title. He smiled and offered her something drink. She accepted and he went to the kitchen, to get her a soda unaware that she had followed him.
She relaxed into a chair at the table and he felt her eyes flick quickly down to his chest and Freddy realized his nipples were erect from the chill. He suddenly felt very naked. Here was his best friend, in his kitchen and he was half naked. She didn't seem embarrassed by her interest in his hard nipples, either. She just smiled again when she looked up at him. Adrian began to feel an interest in her he hadn't expected.
She watched him as she sipped her soda. She seemed comfortable with him, though. He realized, moreover, that he felt comfortable with her. She opened the book and turned it so he could see the page with the poetry. Then she rose from her chair and stood behind him while he pretended to study the poem. He felt the heat from her body radiating on his bare back. When she reached over his shoulder to point to a line of the poem, her right tit came into contact with his shoulder blade. He felt a little jolt again, like when their hands touched as he had handed her book back to her in the hall at school.
She stood back then and Adrian leaned back in the chair. The air currents brought her scent to his nose again and he asked her, "What perfume is that? It's like cinnamon." "Huh?" she asked. "I'm not wearing perfume." She raised her arm and sniffed the sleeve of her shirt. "Oh. I think it's something the laundry lady uses, when she does my laundry. I throw my personal things, once in a while, when they WWE does my ring-gear. "Show me the house?" she asked. Adrian rose from the chair, finding the request just a bit strange. Riley turned and walked back into the living room, taking the can of soda with her. Adrian showed her the first floor and then the second floor. He pointed out who slept where and then he came to his room. He had been looking at the smooth curve of her cheek and she caught him looking, as she looked up from the where she was sitting. She smiled a kind of crooked smile and asked, "So...are we gonna be friends with benefits or what?" Adrian reddened because he had been thinking what she might look like naked. Something in her expression told him that Riley knew what he'd been thinking.
"Well, sure. Why not? I mean, aren't we already?" he responded lamely. She reached over and brushed his shoulder, as if there had been lint there or something. The jolt recurred. Adrian, curious now about that, reached toward her face. His hand touched her cheek. Her eyes were focused on his and there was a smile on her lips. There was no jolt when he touched her, but when she moved closer to him, he began to think that something was going to happen. When she moved close enough that her tits were touching his chest, he knew he was right. Her arms went around his waist and she moved closer still, mashing her tits against his chest. Her warm belly rubbed against his own and she tipped her head back. Adrian bent and kissed her lips. Everything about this girl was warm, he thought. Her hands slid down to his ass and he pulled his head back in surprise. She just chuckled and squeezed his buns and kissed him where his neck joined his shoulder. It sent a pleasurable chill down his spine. Then she put her mouth close to his ear.
"I love a guy who doesn't wear underwear. Want a blow job?" she whispered. Adrian almost came in his pants! No girl had ever asked him anything of the kind! In fact, except for some clumsy fumbling in a dark theater, Adrian was a virgin. He couldn't do anything but nod his head. She pulled him towards her and while she maintained eye contact, she reached down and pulled his sweats down to his knees. His dick popped out, since it had already gotten the message. She placed her hands on his stomach and pushed him, onto the bed. She knelt in front of him and pushed his knees apart as she ran her hands up his thighs. She took a couple of 'knee-steps' to bring herself close enough, then dipped her head toward his erection. Her tongue snaked out and licked lightly up the shaft. Adrian shuddered and closed his eyes. He wanted to watch, but he was somehow embarrassed. He looked again as she used her hand (which felt absolutely hot now!) to angle his penis toward her face. Her tongue again emerged and lapped around the engorged head. Adrian thought he was going to pass out. It felt so fucking good!
As Riley's over shirt dropped to the floor, she plucked the hem of the tank top up and pulled that off, too. Her large breasts stood out from her chest, tipped with light pink nipples. Adrian wondered if giving him a blow job had made them that hard. He was struggling to free his feet from his sweat pants as she unbuttoned her jeans and rolled them, together with her lacy black panties over her wide hips. His cock was still hard, even though he had already blown his load, while getting a blow job from his now completely naked, best friend. His eyes went to her crotch and widened at the lack of hair there. "I shave it," she said. "Do you like it?" She spread her legs so he could see her naked pussy. Adrian was too excited to speak. She moved closer to where he sat entranced on the bed. "You've never had sex, have you?" she asked. The way she said it was more rhetorical than a real question. Adrian said he had but never like this. What he wanted to say was, "I've never had sex with my best friend". His throat felt like it was closing up. He coughed and cleared it. Now she was right in front of him, her knees touching his. She took his hands and put them on her breasts. She felt them trembling.
"Hey, relax," she said quietly. "We'll take some time. Just relax and enjoy this." Now she put a knee on either side of his thighs and leaned toward him. "Suck on my tits," she breathed, eyes closed now and her hands on top of his. She moved her hands to his shoulders and brought her breasts within reach of his lips. He opened his mouth and felt the hardened nipple on his tongue. He sucked gently, his hands gripping both tits firmly. "Harder," her voice was barely more than a whisper. He obeyed. "Harder," she commanded again. Deciding she knew what she liked, Adrian abandoned the idea that he might hurt her. He sucked hard then. He was rewarded by a hiss of pleasure from her. She again took his hands in hers and slid them from her breasts down her sides and hips. Needing no more direction, he continued to suck, switching from one large mound of flesh to the other, and wrapped his hands around her to clutch her fleshy ass cheeks. They felt huge in his hands, but that only made them sexier he thought. He groaned around the nipple he was sucking on. Inspired by her demand for harder suction, he took the initiative and bit her lightly. More a nibble than a bite. "YES!" was his reward this time. He kneaded her ass and suckled her for a few minutes, but his mind was now centered on the mysterious slit between her round thighs. He slipped one hand around to the front and moved it slowly toward her crotch. The temperature increased the closer he got. Then the side of his hand felt the incredible softness of her labia. A shiver went through him and he felt an oozing from his penis. She opened her legs farther and made encouraging noises as he began to explore.
Now Riley was trembling too. He flattened his hand against the damp flower and just absorbed the feelings coursing through him. Then she leaned back enough to extract her nipple from his mouth. She moved to the side and lay beside him. "Lick me, Adrian," she said. "You'll like it, I promise." Adrian had read about it but was scared. Still, she had blown him and swallowed, too. Fair was fair, he told himself and turned to bend forward. The cinnamon scent was here, too. It was mixed with a musky, wild aroma and he inhaled deeply as he brought his face closer to the hairless mound between Riley's thighs. Then his nose touched her. Adrian moved his head from side to side, feeling the light stubble. His tongue emerged and licked lightly along the soft slit. The taste was even more incredible than the scent! He licked again, this time his saliva allowed his tongue to slip between her lips and dip into the darkness inside. Salty, tangy, sweet, all at once! His hands gripped her thighs hard and he dove in then. She gasped and writhed under him. She whimpered and pulled his hair. Paige never attacked her like this and she loved the feeling so much that she pushed herself hard against his mouth as if she wanted him completely inside her juicy tunnel.
Adrian improvised and sucked as much of her flesh into his mouth as he could, and sucked harder. If she liked her nipples sucked so hard, maybe she liked it here, too, he thought. He was right. Her whimper suddenly rose to a loud groan and a, "Oh...God! Yes! Just like that!" Her voice seemed in a higher register than normal. She spread her legs farther as he went deeper. "OHMYGOD!OHMYGOD!" She wrapped her thighs tight to his head and suddenly he was suffocating! He tried to escape, but she held him too tight as she rode her orgasm out. He managed to turn enough to grab a breath, but he was trapped in the sweetest snare he could think of. Her juices were oozing out of her slit. He felt them and opened his mouth again to lap them up. Her grasp eased and he pulled her legs apart again. He looked at her face. She wore a dreamy grin and her eyes were mere slits above her round cheeks. She stroked his back with her smooth feet. Then she took his arms in her hands and tugged him toward her. He moved up on top of her and she kissed him ravenously. His cock was now against her pussy. She quickly reached down and centered him. He thrust forward and was immediately inside her dripping sheath. Just like that, he pumped only a few times before he began to spurt again, this time inside the very first vagina he had been in, since he ended his relationship with Eden, more than a year ago.
Somewhere deep in his brain he sensed a slight disappointment. It seemed like it should have been more…just more cause it was too simple. Still Riley was still there naked underneath him. He smiled back at her and kissed her again. His face was still smeared with her juices, but she seemed to like them, or at least didn't dislike them. She even licked his chin and cheeks, cleaning herself off him. His penis was still stiff and still inside her. He experimentally moved it in and out a few times. It still felt great. She raised her eyebrows in question. He shrugged and began to fuck her again seriously. In later years, he would learn what a treat she had given him in her hairlessness. Stiff, wiry pubic hair would chafe his belly and face with other women. That afternoon he knew the joy without realizing what a joy it was. He established a rhythm and heard and felt his belly slapping against hers as he fucked her. The heat mounted again between them and soon she was driving up at him as strongly as he was driving into her. They reached their climax within seconds of each other. He felt her muscles contract around his shaft as he hit his third orgasm. She thanked him, got out of bed, dressed, and left his house. She'd be back and he knew it.