Tales of Debauchery and Lust

Watching the Clouds

“That one looks like a dolphin.”

“That one looks like a rabbit riding a unicycle chasing a clown holding an umbrella made out of a fish.”

I could sense Jack’s eyes on me and turned my head to smile at him. “What?”

“Bea, you know if you’re going to do drugs, you’re supposed to share,” he laughed at me.

“I’m serious,” I said, pointing up at the cloud formation. “Look, those are the rabbit’s ears and the wheel of the unicycle. And that’s the fish umbrella and the clown’s… well, it’s fading now. It was more clown like a moment ago, now it looks more like a sea otter wearing a dragon mask.”

Jack’s laughter rang out over the field we were laying in, watching clouds float lazily by. We’d done this since we were kids, though now with work and school and social lives, it was harder to find afternoons where we could steal a few moments to just do nothing. The grass was warm and soft under me, the breeze cool enough to make the hot sun comfortable, and I didn’t have anywhere to be any time soon.

“So, you got plans with what’s his name later?” Jack asked after a few minutes of silence.

“No,” I said with a touch of sadness. I knew Jack remembered Mark’s name. I’d been dating him for over six months, but Jack had never liked him. Then again, he didn’t like any of the guys I’d dated. “We broke up.”

Jack’s face filled my vision as he sat upright and peered down at me. “What? When did that happen?”

I shrugged, gazing over his shoulder at the fluffy white clouds drifting by in the azure sky. “I don’t know,” I didn’t know why I was lying to him. “Maybe two weeks ago?”

“Two weeks!” he exclaimed, making me wince. “I’m your best friend! I’m supposed to be there for you when d.ipshits act like d.ipshits and make you sad. Why didn’t you tell me?”

I sighed, knowing he wouldn’t let this go now. “I don’t know,” I said again. “Maybe because I knew you never liked him and I didn’t want to hear you gloat,” I said irritably.

“I’m not gloating,” he said, laying back down next to me. “But I am glad you finally came to your senses and dumped his dumb ass.”

“He dumped me,” I said quietly, feeling the familiar pang of loss and regret. It’s not like I was in love with Mark, but I liked him. I thought we were good together.

“I told you he was a dumbass,” Jack growled low in his throat.

I turned my head to look at him. He’d been my best friend since we were in kindergarten together. We’d grown up together, spending almost every day running around like hooligans when we were kids, late night pizza parties as teenagers, and had even lived together briefly after college. He was the closest thing I’d ever had to a brother, but I wasn’t immune to his good looks. Dark hair that he refused to cut so it hung in his eyes that were a bright green that reminded me of the grass we were laying on. He had high cheekbones, thick brows, and a straight somewhat prominent nose. He’d always been on the skinny side, but after getting a job working construction this past summer, he was really starting to fill out. His t-shirt was starting to strain around his biceps, and his shoulders and chest were broad and muscular.

“What about you?” I asked quietly. “Do you have a big date tonight?”

He turned to grin at me, and I was struck again by how handsome he’d become. “Yup,” he said happily, his eyes twinkling with some hidden secret. “I’m thinking I’ll take her to dinner, then maybe a walk down the waterfront, followed by drinks at my place, and then see what the rest of the night has in store.”

“Sounds fun,” I mumbled, turning my attention back to the sky and trying to swallow my jealousy. Jack and I had never seen each other that way. We’d always just been friends, and I was perfectly happy with it. But I still felt a little envious of the beautiful women he dated. He really did know how to treat a girl. In fact, it was one of the reasons we didn’t live together for very long. Every girl was a screamer with Jack.

“Bea,” his laughing face appeared in my vision again as I scowled at him. “I was talking about you.”

“Me?” my stomach clenched, and I was confused about what he could possibly mean. “What about me?”

His face turned serious and he scooted slightly closer until I could feel the heat of his body next to mine. “Why haven’t I ever taken you out, Bea?” he asked quietly.

“I don’t know,” my voice was breathless and I felt butterflies playing a game of chase in my belly. It was crazy to react to him this way. He was my best friend! I’d cuddled up to him on the couch plenty of times without feeling this rush of nervous excitement. “Because we’re friends?”

His eyes were intent on mine as we stared at each other for several long minutes. He leaned down and brushed his lips over mine in a tender caress. My eyes fluttered closed and I sighed at the feeling of his mouth on mine. His hand slid down my side to my waist and I felt my hands reach up to tangle in his silky hair. His tongue ran along my bottom lip and I opened up to him. He tasted warm and inviting and so utterly familiar. I knew I’d overthink this later, but at the moment, he overwhelmed my senses so all I could think about, all I could focus on was him.

I whimpered as he pulled back to grin down at me. “What do you say, bumble bee?” he asked softly, his voice quietly husky, using my old nickname. “Do you want to see where this could lead to?”

I stared up at him, weighing his words carefully. On the one hand, I didn’t want to risk losing our friendship. He meant everything to me, and I’d be completely lost if I didn’t have him in my life. One the other hand, he already meant the world to me, and if that kiss was any indication, our physical relationship wouldn’t take much encouragement. My breathing became shallower just thinking about being with him.

“I’m not sure,” I finally managed to mutter. A look of disappointment crossed his face, but it was gone in an instant.

“Why not?” he whispered, tucking a lock of my hair behind my ear, letting his fingers linger on my cheek as I fought the urge to lean into his touch.

“I’m not sure I can go back to being just friends if you see me naked,” I whispered so quietly, I could barely even hear the last word and I felt my cheeks heat with a blush.

His smile spread slowly even as his eyes darkened with a look of primal lust. “Let’s just start with dinner and see where the night takes us, ok? Can you do that for me?”

I nodded, not sure what this thing was growing between us, but eager to explore these newly unleashed feelings.

“Good,” he beamed at me. “Wear your blue dress. I’m going to pull out all the stops for you tonight.”

“Why?” I squeaked. I couldn’t help it. I still didn’t entirely understand why he was doing this.

“Because you deserve it,” he said gently. “Because I’m tired of watching you date d.ouchebags that don’t appreciate what an incredible woman you are. Because I’m tired of sitting around with my thumb up my ass hoping you’ll see how much I love you.”

I gasped in surprise. “You don’t…”

“I do,” he insisted. “I’ve always loved you. And now I’m going to do something about it. Now I’m going to prove to you I’m not a boy that doesn’t recognize what’s been in front of me the whole time. Give me a chance to show you what you deserve.”

He walked me back to my apartment, promising to return in two hours to pick me up for our first real date. My heart was racing the entire time I was getting ready. Nerves waring with excitement, anticipation winning out over anxiety as I carefully applied my make-up and did my hair, wanting to look my best for him.

Just as I was buckling the ankle strap on my heels, my doorbell rang. I hurried to answer it, my smile feeling like a permanent part of my face now. Jack stood on the other side holding a beautiful bouquet of red roses, dressed in my favorite grey suit. It accentuated his dark tan and beautiful eyes perfectly. He'd paired it with a blue shirt the same shade as the dress he'd wanted me to wear, and I had to admit, we made a pretty striking couple.

“Hello, beautiful,” he greeted me, making me blush again. I accepted the flowers and took them to the kitchen to put them in some water. The action gave me a few minutes to keep my hands busy as my flustered brain struggled to catch up to this new side of my best friend. “Are you ready to go?”

I turned at the sound of his voice, surprised to find him so close. I nodded my head, not trusting my voice. He stepped closer to me, his body pinning mine to the cabinets at my back as he lowered his mouth to mine for a scorching kiss. Our tongues tangled together, and I rubbed against him shamelessly, not sure what had taken over me, but I liked it.

“Dinner,” he panted as he stepped back with a grin. “I’m not sure how I’m ever going to stop touching you now that I’ve started, but I promised you dinner and romance and that’s what you’re going to get. But we really need to get out of here before I lose my resolve to take this slow.”

I almost told him to forget slow, to forget dinner. We could get delivery. But a part of me was curious to know what he was like on a real date. “Let me get my purse,” I smiled at him.

He was waiting by my open front door when I came back with my purse with that charming smile that was so familiar, but also somehow new. As though I was seeing a side of him I’d never seen before, and I suppose that was true.

Dinner was a little surreal. We talked and laughed like we always had, but he held my hand, drawing gentle circles on the delicate skin of my wrist with his thumb. We shared a piece of cheesecake, like we had before, but this time he leaned over to nibble my throat and whispered that I was sweeter than any dessert on the menu.

After dinner, we walked along the river, holding hands and walking closer than we’d ever done before. He kissed me breathless in the moonlight as gentle jazz floated on the breeze from some nearby restaurant. “Will you come home with me tonight, Bea?” he asked quietly, hope flickering in eyes I knew better than I knew my own.

“Yes, Jack,” I whispered.

He rested his hand on my thigh during the short drive to his apartment. I wasn’t sure what to say, so I stayed quiet, thinking about all the implications of what we were doing.

He unlocked his front door and held it open for me. I fidgeted, suddenly feeling shy, but he just grabbed my hand and led me to his bedroom. “Are we just going to…” I sputtered, searching for a way to delay until my brain could catch up.

“Yes, we are,” he said as he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me against him. “As long as you still want to, we’re going to have s.ex because you are overthinking it, and I need you to relax,” he smiled at me. “Do you still want this?”

“Y-yes,” I stuttered. It felt so right to be in his arms, but I couldn’t help still feeling like this was jumping from a very high cliff with no parachute. I could only trust him to catch me if I fell.

He lowered his lips to mine. I could tell he was trying to hold back, to be gentle with me as he coaxed me along. I started to relax into his embrace, loving the feel of him surrounding me. Even when his hands slid further down and cupped my ass, it felt right and so damned good!

His fingers found the zip on my dress and slowly slid it down before pushing the fabric off my shoulders and down my body to pool around my ankles. His hands slid along my freshly exposed skin, sliding up my back until he reached the clasp of my bra and expertly undid it, pulling the straps off my arms and letting it join my dress on the floor. When his hands cupped my breasts, lifting them gently as his thumbs brushed over my n.ipples already pebbling for him, I couldn’t stop the moan that vibrated somewhere deep in my throat and I arched into him.

Not breaking our kiss, he guided me to the bed and lay down with me, his body pressing me into the soft mattress. My hands gripped his shoulders, feeling his muscles bunch and ripple under his thin cotton shirt. I could feel him growing hard against my thigh, and I moaned again, arching into his touch, startling myself with how demanding I was being. But he made me greedy. He made me want everything.

He moved down to kiss and nibble at my neck as his hand caressed down my belly, his fingers disappearing under the waistband of my panties. I cried out in stunned, pleasant surprise as his clever fingers found my c.lit and circled the little bundle of nerves, setting my body on fire with need. He had been right- I’d been overthinking this, but now I was only capable of enjoying the sensations he was treating my body to.

He pulled away from me and I whimpered at the loss until I felt him sliding my soaked panties down my legs. My eyes flew open and I watched him as he took all of me in, completely naked for him now except for my heels that were still strapped to my feet.

“You’re so perfect, Bea,” he whispered.

I blinked at him, overwhelmed by the emotion I could hear in his voice and see on his face. His eyes met mine, and I bit my lip, reaching my hands out for him again. He smiled, a slow, deviant grin that pulled a smile from me as he crawled up my body, leaving open mouthed kisses on my skin as he made his way up. Kissing me once again, deeply and passionately, this time, he swallowed my breathless moan when his fingers slipped between my folds, nudging at my entrance and teasing my c.lit until I was writhing underneath him.

Pulling away from him, I tugged at his shirt desperate to feel his skin on mine. “Please,” I whimpered pitifully.

“You need something?” he asked playfully. But he stood up and quickly undressed. My breath caught in my throat as his body was revealed to me. Gone was the awkwardly skinny boy I’d played in the pool with. Jack was all man now and my mouth watered at the sight of him. As his boxers hit the floor and his e.rection sprang free, a groan broke free from my lips. A man? No. Jack was a god among men!

He smiled at me as he reached into the drawer of his bedside table and took out a condom. I watched, mesmerized, as he quickly rolled the thin latex sheath over his rod before once again joining me on the bed. I felt him slide between my nether lips, eliciting another moan from me as he shifted between by thighs. He kissed along my collarbone, nipping and sucking, exciting and soothing as I flexed my hips against his, craving the friction only he could give me.

“Bea?” the question in his voice had me opening my eyes to stare into his green orbs so close to me. His breathing was rapid and shallow, I could tell he was as affected by this as I was, but something in his eyes told me he was waiting for something. “I… I just…”

“I know,” I whispered, smiling up at him. “I love you, too, Jack.”

Relief softened his features and he lined himself up and pressed into me. Inch by inch, he slid inside, stretching me, moving slowly to allow me time to adjust to his size. “F.uck, Bea,” he moaned when he was fully sheathed inside me. Pulling back slowly, he thrust in again, a little harder, but still gently, lovingly. My legs wrapped around his waist as my fingers clutched his strong shoulders. I arched my back, wanting to feel every part of him at once.

He kept his pace agonizingly slow, building me up until I was begging for more. Unintelligible words dropping from my lips as I writhed underneath him. He shifted his weight, pressing my knees up and drove into me, long and deep and hard. I was unravelling, splitting into shards of my previous life and being put back together in a new, more sensual design. Nothing would ever be the same for me after being with Jack this way and I couldn’t have been happier about it. I needed to feel him move inside me every day. I wanted more with him. I wanted everything.

My fingers and toes were tingling as heat radiated out from my belly and I screamed as my o.rgasm gripped me hard. Like I said before, every girl is a screamer with Jack, and now I knew why. He thrust into me a few more times as my body clenched around him, before finally grunting as he found his own release.

We were panting for breath, our hearts beating erratically, as we lay side by side on the bed. “That was…” Jack said quietly.

“Yeah,” I agreed with a small chuckle. “Yeah, it was.”

I turned my head to find him grinning at me and returned his look with my own goofy smile. “I’m going to go take care of this condom,” he said, giving me a quick kiss before rolling out of bed. “Don’t go anywhere.”

I laughed at the idea. I was so satisfied, I wasn’t sure I’d be able to walk on legs turned to jelly for a while. When he came back into the room, he stood at the foot of the bed and looked me over. I swear I could feel the heat of his gaze moving over my skin and it sent a shiver rushing down my spine.

“As gorgeous as you are wearing only your heels,” he smirked, “how about I help you take them off?”

I nodded my head and held up one foot to let him undo the buckle and slip the shoe off. “I would’ve done it myself,” I smiled happily, “but I’m not sure I can move yet. Now I wish I’d gone to prom with you!”

“Geez, don’t tell me you popped your cherry at prom,” he laughed with me.

“With Bobby Jones?” I wrinkled my nose at the memory. “No way! But if I had known what you’re capable of, I may have been tempted.”

He tossed my shoes to the side and lay back down on the bed, gathering me close to his chest as I snuggled into him. “Sweetheart, you are only just beginning to find out what I’m capable of.”

I gazed up into his beautiful, smiling face, and wondered why it had taken us so long to figure this out.

Next month we’ll be celebrating four years of marriage. Today, however, we are heading to our favorite park to lay on the grass and watch the clouds pass by overhead. All I have to do is find one I can claim looks like a baby that’s due on October twenty-second. I can hardly wait to see his face when he realizes what I mean.