My friend Reba's boyfriend Luke, is one of those boys that everyone likes. Men think he's a great guy and women like him because he's really attentive, kind, smart and humble. He'll always take time to compliment you on a new outfit, make sure your family members are doing well, clean your room so it is very bright and organized or check if your wine glass is topped up.
The truth is I had always harboured a secret crush on him, but Reba was my friend, almost like a sister so I was delighted for her when they started being a couple; They met in school and I actually did witness their first official date and ever since, I knew he was dangerous or crazy so I took care of it my way, blocking him and avoiding any type of communication. Nevertheless, during their relationship I realized how good of a man he is.
The problem was, whenever we were out in a group, he would always do what he could to ensure he was near me. Even after months of their relation. One thing I am very convinced of is that we started to build a strong connection, never planned, never intended to flourish.
Them both, were on a very rapid and overstepped way of living because they were studying law and they seemed to be consumed by the classes, time and effort. This relatedness began when we, my family, Reba and Luke went to a road trip, all the way to Virginia; we were all sleeping one night and he starting rubbing my skin in a very weird and creepy way I felt, then I realized he was going further and further, but somehow I was enjoying it.
Of course I was scared because Reba was just next to me and I never in my life would intent to cause her pain. As the night was maturing so was his appetite for me, I could not help it but allow him to relish the curves of my anatomy. I started to get goosebumps but I was acting to be asleep, it felt like an electrical potential never experienced before. He then, began to massage my upper, middle and lower back consecutively, until he outstretched his hand and grab my buttocks, I could hear his gasping and biting from the distance, only thing left from it was for him to slap me but for obvious reasons he could not. I knew that was only the beginning.
One day they were planning to go outdoors and when Reba mentioned that she was looking for swimming suits. I'm a bit of a hoarder, and had a box full of them, so she arranged for Luke to pick them up a few weeks later.
Rather than hand the box straight over, I invited him in and we chatted. He was like a cute puppy, all smiley and excitable, and made me feel like he was thrilled to see me. I mean, is not like he never did that before, but this latter days I could easily notice his interest in me. He stayed for a banana milkshake I made and stood really close to me in my kitchen, his brown eyes barely moving from mine. When he reached over and touched my arm in conversation, letting it linger for a second or two, I couldn't help but think my feelings might be mutual.
He kissed my cheek when he left and I'd have been putty in his hands if he'd made a move. Honestly, I can not count the times that look was admired from each other, ever since. He always tried harder to get my attention because I knew it was not good to keep on. The next day he asked my dad if he could sleep at my house, and we went to eat at night. On the way back I started to talk to a neighbor and rudely (but reasonably) ignored the fact that he was also in the car so he walked away to the house, but everyone was sleeping so like two hours later I saw him on the edge of the pool, we started chatting about issues and stuff, but he looked disappointed, dissatisfied or mad at me, he suddenly threatened me and pulled me into the pool with him, that was magical, cold and disrespectful of him because I had all cloth on.
At that moment, I knew I had power over him due to the fact that he has never felt an adrenaline overload that led him trembling, cold, gnashing his teeth and feeling weak, according to Luke. My mom opened us the door and many hunches came up to her mind.
After all, I still assumed it was some harmless flirting, so I was surprised when he texted me a couple of weeks later. "Are you out with Reba?" he said.
She was with some friends I didn't know, so immediately I could tell it was a ruse. I replied, "No, just tucked up at home." And then the flirting went up a notch. He asked me what I was doing. Then what I was wearing. Before I knew it, I'd invited him round. He said: "I know you lay down in bed almost all the time, so I will give you the finest care you deserve"
He turned up walking, stepped inside and asked, "Is this really wrong?" Coyly, I replied, "Well, yes." And then, just like that, we started kissing. He pushed me up against the wall and I could instantly feel his erection.
I poured us a drink for some Dutch courage and we went upstairs. Once in the bedroom, we stood together, looking at every aspect of one another and pulling at each other's clothes. I couldn't remember being so physically into someone. He was quite forceful, in a sexy way, and slammed his body against mine, he kept on licking my entire skin and taking off my earrings with his hot and pink mouth, then slid his finger inside me, like always, I was making sounds in signal of joy, because believe me, it was like an oven full of butterflies. It seriously felt like he was touching heaven with his manly fingertips and like I had whiskey or tequila running through my veins. He then said: "be my muse, let me show you what a frickin masterpiece we could make, just relax and I'll make you cum babe. Give me what's banned of you, show me the way to your moaning ecstasy, to the humidity of your pleasure, let me die over you and bring me back to life, over and over without holding me". I was literally dying, because I was discovering so many things we have in common to the point that I conceived that maybe fire and fire could burn but I experienced with him , that it only flamed brighter, bigger and hotter.
The fact he'd come here specifically for this made me feel amazing, in fact he did more than ten times. He pushed me onto the bed and found to explore my boobs step by step, wetting every single pore of my body, it was like he was searching the exact point in which my spams, tongue biting meets his soul wetting. He grabbed me from the back and squeezed both of my tits so hard… I really wanted him inside.
Potentially Luke was captivating me with laughter, trapping me with his madness, but enslaving me with his heart, mouth, orgasms, bites and his hard and moistened prize. I took his white and soft underwear off to reclaim what's mine and jumped in for a handful of soaked in honey in his big but decent penis. I could not forgive myself if I wouldn't spit and ate his entire horny cock and his clean and warm balls. I also needed to bite his dick and I did with so much passion until he lay down feeling in the clouds. I was exploiting, until he roughly spread my legs, before taking his tongue between them, it felt like he was making me love with it, I was so dampened like never before and working me up to the point where I actually squealed and pulled him up on top of me.
Luke was quickly grabbing me closer and closer until he whispered to my ear: "I can't believe you are diving in so deep but everything I have been feeling for you, it is time to break the chains that held me back from this paradise of fucking amazing and crazy vampire". I answered, you crazy? but he insisted to beg, saying: "just take a little bit of my heart tonight, but please do not misplace it, be mine now, be mine now; it is time to put our hearts and our body on a parallel universe".
I thought it was too cursy so I guided him inside and he positioned himself over me so he could pull himself in and out slowly while he looked down at the action. We tried so many positions, I think we covered up 90% of the Kama Sutra, I really needed to cum and so did he, my favorite parts were when he literally lifted me and fuck me so hard that I moaned and yelled of wild delight. It was more than evident that he was also a fan of my ass because my cheeks were so red of slapping, biting and licking. I usually find it really hard to climax through penetration, but not this time. He gave me all that load in my mouth and that was a breathtaking pack of oatmeal-banana milkshake-ish semen and I did the same for him, incredibly he looked so starved when he got it on his face. At the end, my hair was so messed up that since then, every time I brush my hair I would remember what life is.
He collapsed, grinning, and we had a bit of an awkward giggle before he got dressed and darted off as quickly as he'd arrived. He sent me a text an hour later saying, "That was immense, you put a soul in my blood, the right amount, you took me to a higher love, that hidden but gorgeous smile of yours is what I get as reward". He then broke up with my friend Reba, why? because he never knew what happiness felt like, what real sexiness mean or how to be so so into someone, being yourself 100% and being listened, not only bonded physically. By the way, sex was only a tenth of what this meant to the both of us. Did I feel guilty? Yes, but not enough to stop thinking that if the chance came up, I'd do it again. (There are going to be million of chances… hopefully).