The Best Friend

I take a sip of my beer and look at my best friend sitting across from me. He is a tall, over 6ft, shaved head, stubbled, muscled, gorgeous, big softy. His lopsided smile lights up his navy blue eyes and makes every girl in a 5ft radius melt and want to be the one to make him smile again. He is so adorable, that every one of those girls that he lets make him smile run all over his heart and he comes to me, asking where he goes wrong and why can't he find a nice girl?

His wounded puppy look adds to his charm, and as much as I am annoyed at him for falling for another user, I can't help but soften towards him and offer words of reassurance, and friendship.

"Right, so we've established you are kind, caring, considerate, gorgeous, sexy as sin, supposedly a master in bed." He puffs out his chest and holds his head higher, rubbing his hand over his stubbled jaw in what he thinks is mock embarrassment, but looks more like a peacock preening its feathers. "Don't get too cocky lover boy, I'm not finished! You are also mostly an idiot, far too trusting and follow what every direction your man sword is pointing!" He screws up his face and struggles to swallow his beer.

"Don't call it that! You know I hate it when you call it that!" Laughing, I nod my head.

"I know. Right one more then we'll head back to mine and you can cry into your beer there until you fall asleep on my couch... again!" He nods his agreement and I head towards the bar, thinking that out of everything I said all he heard was man sword!

My favourite barman is working tonight and I bat my eyelashes at him as I order, pathetic I know, but he is gorgeous. A small brunette approaches me and smiles.

"Hi, I was wondering if you were with that guy you're sitting with? I mean are you together?" I stare at her in bemusement. "I mean are you two..." She makes a 'you know' gesture with her hands and I catch on.

"You're asking if we're fucking?" Her eyes widen at my crude language, then she licks her lips as her stare wanders to my table and my hunk of a friend.

"Yes, we do it every night and some days too. So much so I normally walk funny, but damn it, he's good." Her face crumbles and I take a deep pleasure at that. I normally tell the truth when girls ask me that question, but tonight I feel he's had enough heartbreak so I'm intervening. I lift our beers and lean in towards the brunette. "In fact once we're finished these we're going home so I can suck him off until he's screaming my name!" I give her a smile and turn back to the barman and wink. I hope be thinks of that tonight too.

I'm pushed further into the couch with his bare, muscled chest, the roughness of his jeans rub against my naked stomach and my lace covered core. He kisses me fiercely, his tongue demanding to be in my mouth. I open up for him and moan as he nibbles my lips and grinds his hardness between my legs. I wrap my legs around him, pulling him closer, there are far too many layers of clothing between us. I push him away and rip open his button fly jeans, pushing them down. He stands and takes them off entirely then drops to his knees and kisses up my legs, ripping my lace underwear from my body as he reaches my core and drags his tongue into my wet folds. My hips buck and he holds them down with a growl, then goes back to work, licking and kissing and nibbling me into a frenzy until I shatter into an orgasm. We flip over and I start to crawl backwards kissing the tip of his cock, it jumps and I smile, I love having this power. I lick up his shaft and take him full into my mouth and suck hard. A groan from me reverberates down him and has him pulling me back up and handing me a condom.

"Need in you... now!" I roll the latex down his length then straddle him, sliding down until he has filled and stretched me fully. I move grinding my pubic bone on his, creating friction. We fall into sync with each other knowing instinctually what each other needs. I feel another orgasm build, we feed from each other's desire and lust. I feel the crescendo of the wave coming at me as he lifts his hand, bringing it down to spank me causing me to explode in the most intense orgasm of my life. I scream his name as I wake up.

I'm pulsing from my core outwards from the orgasm that brought me into the awakened state I'm in now. What a dream I think to myself, but with a start I remember who was in the dream. Not the barman as is normal, but... my best friend, the best friend that is currently sleeping on my couch. That's new. My bedroom door opens as he walks in.

"I heard you scream my name are you okay?" The early summer morning sun streams through the window showing my blush and everywhere else that my covers weren't covering.

"I, eh had a dream." He sits on the bed.

"About me?" My nipples harden at the desire in his eyes and in his voice. I nod, not trusting my voice or my actions. My dream is still playing in my heading, making me wonder if he really is a master in bed. "About time!" He growls and takes my lips in a ferocious kiss. "Time to make that dream a reality!"