Sexy daughter breastfeeds daddy

About a year ago my daughter met a guy who was the epitome of scum. She was eighteen, he was twenty-five and the two were about as well suited as oil and water. The one time I met Roger Banks, I remember being thoroughly disgusted; his long, stringy hair held as much oil as the crankcase of his Harley, his face, which was not what anyone would call handsome, was dotted with old acne scars and several blackheads. He was so nasty that I was afraid to shake his hand.

I didn't believe at the time, nor do I now, that Callie had feelings for the bum. My daughter has always been one who enjoys shocking others, especially me, and her relationship with Roger was simply for the shock value. She loves it; seeing how far she can push the envelope, seeing someone's face when she says or does something truly outrageous, is Callie's idea of fun.

I gave up long ago trying to persuade my daughter that she didn't have to behave so scandalous all the time. I tried to impress upon her that her behavior did not impress others, especially her mother and me. I may as well have been talking to a brick wall for all the good it did me. She never listened. Somewhere inside that pretty head of hers is the notion that she can do anything she wants. After all, she's a very beautiful young woman, and everyone knows that beautiful women own the world. Well, that's a little simplistic, but it seems to adequately describe my daughter and how she views the world.

About three months after Callie met Roger Banks, she became pregnant with his baby. Naturally, since Banks is probably one of the more revolting specimens of human nature, he fled town when she told him, and hasn't been heard from since. I say, good riddance! In many ways, though, Callie has been profoundly changed by the incident. The prospect of having a baby, having to care for a child, has forced her to grow up and accept some responsibility.

At least, for the most part.

There is still a wild streak in my daughter that she hasn't quite let go of. She still likes to taunt and shock people just to see how they'll react. Janet has become immune to Callie's peculiar behavior over the years and simply ignores her. I do the same and most times it works. But Callie never gives up. She knows, at the very least, she can get a reaction out of me. And that proved true a few weeks back.

Callie decided to breastfeed little Andy, who is now six weeks old, and she doesn't seem to be bothered with the rules of decorum regarding the display of her breasts. Starting from day one, Callie would come into the den, sit on the sofa and pull out a milk-laden breast for Andy to feed on. Janet told me to ignore her, that Callie was simply acting up again. But, let me tell you that it's hard to ignore such beautiful breasts, regardless of whom they belong to.

I've never really thought of my daughter in a sexual way, even though I knew she was every bit as beautiful as she believed. She has long red hair that she normally keeps tied in a loose pony tail behind her head, her skin has a soft peach complexion and her frame is slender and curvaceous. She's only 5', 5" but her slender body makes her legs seem very long. She has green, mischievous eyes and sensual lips that can melt your heart when she smiles.

A couple of weeks ago when Andy was about four weeks old, Callie came into the den with Andy one evening while I was watching television. Janet was gone to one of her endless charity meetings and the three of us were alone in the house. Without a word, she sat down on the end of the sofa nearest to my recliner and exposed a breast for Andy to suckle. I have to admit that much of the problem I've had with Callie breastfeeding her son in my presence was that I enjoyed it more than a father should. It was hard not to watch and I would covertly glance at my daughter's exposed breast many times. She's caught me several times but she simply smiled without saying a word.

Callie's creamy white breast had an effect on me. Maybe it was because Janet and I seldom have sex anymore, or maybe it was just because I enjoyed looking at a beautiful, milk-filled breast. Whatever the reason, seeing her breasts was intoxicating. I shouldn't have been so aroused, especially with my grandson attached to the working end, but my cock quickly became a throbbing hard seven inches. Seeing my daughter's breasts had become the most arousing experience of my life.

Suddenly, Callie turned her face to me and her eyes seemed to light up with the old mischievous quality that I had come to know so well. Her beautiful lips spread into a playful smile as she looked into my eyes. I knew she was about to say something shocking again but I didn't mind.

"Do you like looking at my tits, daddy?" she asked with a grin.

"I ah...I'm sorry, Callie, I didn't mean to stare," I said hesitantly.

"Yes, you did," she laughed. "You've been looking at my tits every time I breastfeed Andy."

"Well, it's not like it's easy not to watch," I said in my defense.

Without a word and her lips still spread in a playful grin, Callie exposed her other milk-filled breast. With her left hand, she gently cupped the heavy tit and lifted it. I just stared at it, my eyes riveted to the milky white globe and the dark, fat nipple that oozed milk.

"Would you like to taste my milk, daddy?" she asked softly.

"I...ah...maybe we shouldn't have this conversation," I stammered.

The truth is, I desperately wanted to feast on my sexy daughter's tit and drink her milk. It may be wrong, maybe in reality my mind is really twisted and immoral, but the thought of taking that fat, brown nipple into my mouth was the most stimulating thought of my life. A fleeting thought that I was worse than Roger Banks came to mind but I quickly pushed it away.

"Why, daddy?" she persisted. "I know you want to. I can tell from the way you look at my tits that you want to suck them."

That smile, the mischievous glint in her pretty green eyes, were signs of her old behavior. Callie was pushing the envelope again and trying to see how far she could take me. My pulse was racing, pounding away in my ears; my breath was ragged and labored; my mouth was as dry as desert sand and I couldn't speak. I just looked at her, my eyes captivated with that soft, heavy breast she was offering.

Suddenly, just like that, it was over. Andy apparently had finished with his evening meal and Callie began the process of burping him. When that was over she stood from the sofa, carried her infant son to a playpen in one corner of the den and gently laid him inside. After she made sure he was asleep, she turned and locked eyes with me. Then, without a word, she slowly shrugged out of the denim shirt she was wearing and dropped it to the floor at her feet. Now she stood in a pair of skimpy panties that barely concealed the puffy mound of her pussy.

She walked to where I sat and crawled into my lap, her legs on either side of mine, and lowered her firm, well - rounded ass onto my lap. My gaze was immediately drawn to her heavy tits that she cupped with both hands. A tiny drop of milk clung to the fat nipple of her left tit and I licked my lips eagerly.

"Go ahead, daddy," she said softly. "Drink me, taste my milk."

"Oh, baby..."

"No one has to know," she said in that soft, easy voice. "Let me breastfeed you, daddy."

A tiny mewling sound came from my mouth as she touched a fat nipple to my dry lips. Without considering it any further, without thinking or acknowledging that what I was about to do was wrong, I opened my mouth and sucked the offered nipple into my mouth. Callie placed one hand lightly behind my head and held me while I began to feed from her nipple.

Callie's breast milk wasn't bitter, as I had been led to believe. Someone once told me that a woman's breast milk is bitter and nasty but I thought my daughter's milk was incredibly good. I began to suck with a greedy need, savoring the rich taste of Callie's milk on my tongue.

"You like it, don't you, daddy?"

"Yes, baby, I love it."

"Suck my nipple harder, daddy," she said. I heard the strain of something new in her voice that I hadn't heard before and suddenly realized that it sounded very much like lust. "Make me feel it, daddy! Suck my titties!"

I complied. I began to suck Callie's nipple hard, taking drops of warm, sweet milk into my mouth each time. Soon, I heard tiny gasps of delight coming from her as I feasted on her sweet, sexy tit. Both of her hands held my head, her long fingers combing through my hair as she watched me suck her nipple. I had both of her heavy tits in my hands and I began to alternate between them. I was like a kid in a candy store as I greedily sucked my daughter's breast milk from both of her lovely, soft tits.

All at once, Callie began to move in my lap. She began to rock her hips, rubbing her panty-covered pussy along the fat shaft of my cock that made a nice bulge in my kaki pants. Back and forth she moved her delicious pussy, grinding and rubbing against my cock. I couldn't believe that my daughter was dry fucking me! I was so turned on I could barely breathe. I increased the force of my sucking and started to bite and chew on her nipples, taking them into my mouth and sucking hard on them.

"Yessssssssss!" she hissed. "Suck my nipples, daddy! Suck them hard! Make them hurt!"

"You like that?" I gasped around a fat nipple.

"Yes! Oh, daddy, you're such a good tittie sucker!"

Abruptly, Callie began to grunt and moan as she rocked her hips harder and faster. Her hands held me tight against her left breast as she suddenly descended into the depths of a fierce orgasm. I just sat quietly, hardly able to believe that my daughter, my sweet nineteen-year-old Callie, had just had an orgasm while dry fucking the bulge of my hard cock in my pants. I held her tightly, her left nipple still in my mouth, until she finally collapsed against me.

We sat this way for some time, and then she rose up and crawled from my lap. She walked back to where she'd dropped her shirt, picked it up from the floor and shrugged back into it. Then, with a tiny smile on her pretty lips she turned and walked back to where I sat. She bent at the waist, leaned in and licked a drop of mother's milk that clung to one corner of my mouth.

"Any time you're thirsty..."

"I know where I can get the best mother's milk in town," I replied with a smile.

She nodded, and then walked to where Andy lay sleeping in the playpen. I watched my sexy daughter take her son to the room where they slept, my mind reeling with all that had happened. The evening had started with her simply doing what she had been doing for weeks: exposing her breasts to get a reaction from me. Well, she did get a reaction; one I knew I wouldn't soon be able to get out of my mind. When I looked down at the front of my trousers, I groaned loudly. There was a large spot that was the juice and cum from Callie's pussy.

I quickly shoved my pants down around my knees, without caring who walked in. It didn't take long, either. The taste of Callie's milk, the feel of her nipples in my mouth, and the orgasm I gave her just because I was sucking her delicious titties, combined to send me into a mind-numbing orgasm. With the image of Callie's tits in my mind's eye, my cock exploded and ropes of thick, white cum shot into the air to land on the carpet at my feet.

Later that night, after everyone else had gone to sleep, I lay awake remembering what had happened between my daughter and me. As I had predicted, the images of that night would not go away easily. And I lay there anticipating the next time I would drink from my daughter's sexy, young breasts.

* * * * *

I went around in a daze for the next few days, my mind absorbed with the images of my daughter and the warm, sweet taste of her breast milk. During that time I tried to analyze what had happened and understand why Callie had aroused me so much that night. The bottom line, which is so one-dimensional that it really may not explain it well, is that we were doing something that was wrong. Incest is considered taboo and is not very well accepted by most. The fact is, though, that people – at least in the time we now live – are drawn to what they're not supposed to have. And what Callie and I did that night was even more breathtaking simply because it was wrong.

Still, I could not stop thinking about that night. It's a good thing that I own my own company or I might have lost my job. I was so engrossed in what had taken place that I found it difficult to focus on daily tasks. Even my secretary and one of my foremen commented on the obvious lack of attention, wondering if I was all right.

The following night, which was Friday, I stayed up late to watch an old movie on cable television. Janet went to bed a few hours earlier because she had a charity event scheduled for the next day. I had hoped that Callie would feed little Andy again but she accomplished that task and put him to bed before Janet went to sleep. So, I sat alone in the den watching a movie that I wasn't even interested in.

A little after twelve, Callie came into the den dressed in a bath robe, her long, red hair damp from a fresh shower. I was surprised. I had thought she probably went to sleep when she put my grandson to bed. I could feel my cock begin to stir under the robe I had put on earlier in anticipation of another opportunity with my daughter. She stopped in the center of the room and looked around.

"Where's mom?" she asked.

"She went to bed a couple of hours ago," I said, trying hard to keep my eyes on her face. "She has one of those charity events tomorrow."

Callie grinned. "You know how sound she sleeps. It would take a bomb to wake her up."

"I know."

"Are you hungry?"

"Are you going to feed me?"

"I would love to breastfeed my daddy," she said with a soft, husky voice. "I really like the way my daddy sucks my nipples."

"I love your milk, baby," I said. My eyes dropped momentarily to where I knew her breasts were under the terrycloth robe. "And I really love sucking my little girl's tits."

It was so bizarre having this conversation with my daughter. For nineteen years Callie had been my little girl, even though she had been a pain in the ass much of that time. Still I had loved her, and talking dirty to her was so far out in left field that I could hardly believe it was actually taking place.

"I also want to fuck you, Callie." I had known I would say that and the words only aroused me more.

"Really?" she said with arched brow.

"Yes."

Without another word I shrugged out of the robe. Callie's eyes dropped to my hard cock and her pretty mouth made a big O as she stared at it. A week before I would not have believed that I would be sitting naked in my recliner, holding my hard cock in one hand while my sexy daughter stared at it.

"You want my cock, Callie?" I asked with a lust-filled voice.

"Fuck, yes!" she hissed.

She quickly took off the robe she wore, dropped it on the floor and crawled onto my lap. Before she was even settled I pulled her face to mine and mashed my lips to hers. Callie parted her lips and groaned when I slipped my tongue deep into her mouth. I had kissed my daughter many times before but never like this. The feel of her warm, wet mouth on my tongue was stimulating and we kissed with a wild, intensity that took my breath away.

"Fuck me, daddy!" she hissed into my mouth. "Jam your big daddy-dick in my little cunny!"

"Oh, baby, I need your hot little cunt so bad!"

"It's yours, daddy! Take it!"

Callie rose up, grabbed my hard cock with one hand and guided it to her sopping wet fuck hole. We both groaned in unison as the big head spread her lips wide and sank deep inside of her. There was a wild look in her green eyes as she settled onto my cock. Then, with a long groan of pleasure, she began to fuck me, her ass rising and falling while I rocked my hips to meet her thrusts.

"Suck my titties, daddy! Drink my milk!"

"You like breastfeeding me, baby?"

"Yessssssssss! Oh, fuck, yes! I love feeling your lips and teeth and tongue on my nipples!"

I began sucking her tits, alternating between the two, taking her warm milk into my mouth and savoring the taste. Callie groaned softly as she watched me feed on her beautiful tits. I couldn't get enough of my little girl's milk. I held her heavy globes in my hands while my greedy mouth worked on the fat nipples.

Her pussy felt like a glove made of liquid satin as she rode my throbbing meat. I could feel her juices gathering on my cum-filled balls. Her pretty face had transformed into a mask of pure lust, her green eyes wide with unbridled desire, and her bottom lip quivering with need. I released a nipple and leaned back to watch her pussy as my cock impaled it with each upward thrust. Her fat, shaved pussy mound, the pink, throbbing clit nearly drove me mad with desire.

"I can't believe you're fucking me, daddy!"

"I can't believe it, either," I gasped. "Such a nice pussy!"

"Do you know that my milk will be gone one of these days?"

"I know," I said. "I'll miss it, too."

"It doesn't have to be that way, you know."

"I don't understand, baby."

She grinned and caressed my face with one hand. In a soft, barely audible voice, she said, "Cum in me, daddy. Cum in my pussy and make me pregnant again."

I just stared at her for a long moment. Callie had taken me by surprise and I didn't know what to say. My daughter had just asked me to make a baby in her. She leaned forward and kissed me softly, her tongue dancing lightly inside of my mouth.

"Are you sure, baby?" I asked after she leaned back and locked eyes with me.

"Yes! I want to have your baby so bad, daddy!"

"But...I mean...your mother-"

"Doesn't have to know," she finished for me. "I love you so much and I want to have your baby!"

"Oh, Callie, I love you, too!"

"Will you make a baby in me?"

"Yes!"

"Daddy..."

Callie wrapped her slender arms around my waist and mashed her lips to mine. We kissed hard, our tongues clashing deliciously together. I held her hips and picked up the tempo, making my cock a hard, throbbing piston as it drove in and out of her pussy. She groaned into my mouth while the nails of her long fingers raked my back. I broke the kiss and greedily began sucking her tits again. I drank the warm, sweet milk from Callie's tits while we continued to fuck with an intensity that I had never felt with anyone else before.

"Yessssssssss! Drink my milk, daddy!" she gasped. "Oh, fuck, I'm breastfeeding my daddy while he fucks my wet pussy! Oh, daddy, it's so fucking good! Don't stop fucking me! Drink your little girl's tittie milk and fuck her pussy! Make a baby in my tummy, daddy!"

Callie babbled on, her body consumed with a wild-hot fire as we made love in my recliner. I was on fire, hardly able to believe that I was about to make my little girl pregnant. But, as I sucked her nipples and drank her sweet milk, I realized that I did want her pregnant. I wanted her to be pregnant with our baby, and this thought spurred me on. It wasn't long before I knew that I was close.

"I'm close, Callie," I gasped.

"Yes! Oh, fuck, daddy, I can't believe you're gonna make a baby in me!"

"It's gonna happen very soon, baby, because I don't think I can hold off much longer!"

"Do it!" she gasped. "Give my pussy your baby seed! I want it, daddy!"

I shoved my cock up into her pussy hard and fast one last time as it exploded deep inside of her. My whole body felt like concrete as I stiffened with the most powerful orgasm of my life. Tiny mewling sounds of pure unbridled passion came from Callie's mouth as she began to climax. Her hips rocked and shuddered and grinded hard on my cock, milking every drop of seed my balls had to offer while she rode the wave of her own orgasm.

Finally, we collapsed together, our bodies trembling and soaked with the sweat of our passion. I held my daughter close, her heavy milk-filled tits pressing hard against my chest. I wrapped my arms around her waist and stood up, then walked to the center of the room and gently laid her on the carpeted floor. We lay side by side for a long while without speaking, our hands touching and exploring, and our eyes locked together.

"That was incredible," she said finally.

"I'll second that opinion," I smiled.

Callie paused for a moment, then said in a soft, hesitant voice, "You have no idea how long I've waited for you to make love to me."

"Really?"

"Yes. I used to masturbate and imagine how it would feel to hold your cock and how it would feel to have you deep inside of my pussy."

"And now?"

She smiled. "I don't ever want another man but you, daddy."

"Well...someday you'll change your mind, baby."

"I doubt it."

We were lying on our sides, facing each other. Callie placed one soft hand on my chest and pushed lightly until I rolled onto my back. She rolled on top of me and slid down until her face was even with my chest. Then, while I watched, she began to lick my nipples, something I had never had done to me before. Her tongue and lips, as she licked and sucked, brought a low groan of pleasure from my mouth. I closed my eyes and reveled in this new and wonderful sensation.

It wasn't long before my cock was hard again. It had been years since I was able to become aroused so soon after making love. But my sexy daughter was more than able to make it happen. Her teeth lightly nibbled on my sensitive nipples sending shock waves rippling through my body. I groaned and took her head in my hands, feeling the softness of her long red hair.

Her mouth traveled softly, kissing and licking me as she worked her way around my chest and stomach. The tip of her pink tongue dipped into my navel, causing me to shudder deliciously. This was the first time a woman had ever made love to me this way and made me feel so hot that I felt like I had the stamina to go all night.

"MMMMM!" she hissed softly as she scooted down further and took my cock in one hand. "It looks to me like my daddy still wants to practice making his little girl pregnant!"

"Take me in your mouth, Callie!" I gasped. "Suck my cock!"

I groaned and nearly cried out with pleasure as she took several inches of my hard, throbbing cock deep into her mouth. One soft hand grasped the base of my cock while her mouth sucked up and down on the fat shaft. Her head made corkscrew motions as she bobbed her pretty head up and down. Callie's other hand crept down between her velvety thighs and began rubbing her sex-swollen clit.

"Don't cum in my mouth, daddy," she warned. "As much as I want to taste your seed, I want it in my pussy even more."

"Ok, baby."

"Remember, we have a baby to make."

Then her mouth was on my cock again. I loved the way her lips looked wrapped around the shaft of my cock. Her green eyes rose occasionally to lock onto mine and I could see the glazed look of lust in them. She not only enjoyed sucking my cock, but she truly wanted it in her mouth. I took her pretty head in my hands again, arched my back a little and began to fuck her sweet mouth.

"That's it, baby," I gasped. "Suck daddy's cock! Take my cock deep in your sweet little mouth!"

"MMMMM!"

"You look so beautiful with my cock in your mouth!"

I've never been one to last long with a blowjob. Maybe it's because Janet hates sucking cock and I seldom get one. I knew, as I watched Callie suck my cock while I fucked her mouth, that it wouldn't be long. I tried to make it last, tried to think of anything that would hold off the inevitable, but it was useless. I wasn't going to last.

"I'm gonna cum soon, baby!"

"Yes!"

Callie let go of my cock with a loud PLOP and moved up until her pussy was just above the bulbous head, then lowered her sweet ass until I was all the way inside of her again. Her face had taken on that feral look again; her eyes were burning with an intense fire and her mouth twisted into an animal snarl as she began to wildly ride my cock. Up and down she pumped my cock while I met each of her violent thrusts.

For the second time that night I exploded deep inside of my daughter. Her fingers, soaked with her slick juices, rubbed her clit furiously until she began to buck and writhe on me. Her orgasm came about ten seconds after mine, and it seemed more intense, more passionate this time. The patch of pubic hair above my cock was matted and soaked with Callie's pussy juice and cum.

We lay together for another thirty minutes while I feasted on her milk. The sweet, warm liquid was a taste that I didn't think I could get used to being without. But, as her slender fingers gently combed through my hair and I sucked her nipples, I wondered if I would have to do without her milk for long. I knew at that moment that if my daughter had her way, she would again be pregnant. And it looked as though she was going to get her way.

He's My Best Friend... A Friend, Nothing More

Do you ever have moments when you see, smell, taste or touch something and it brings you back to a part of your life or a person in your life that was truly unforgettable? Rain does that to me. It takes me back to the most passionate night of my life. When I stand in a downpour and see the water trickle down my skin just like the sweat drained off his steaming body in the heat of the moment it drives me crazy. The fresh, relaxing aroma of rain reminds me of his sweat and aftershave mixed with our love juice. The light, salty flavor of rainwater seems almost like the way his manhood tasted in my mouth. And the feeling…oh God, the feeling of cold rain hitting my skin sends chills down my spine just as his touch sent jolts of electricity throughout my whole body.

I was nineteen when I gave my virginity to my best friend, Drew. And although it happened almost ten years ago, I still become weak in the knees when I think about it.

Drew and I grew up together. Our parents had all been close friends in college so naturally we were forced to play with each other at every home movie night, family vacation, birthday party and barbeque. Honestly, we hated it! For some reason, we never liked each other growing up. I guess it was because he had the idea that all girls had cooties and I thought that boys were smelly, mischievous gremlins who loved to throw worms on you (which he did many times). Going to the same elementary and high schools didn’t help much either. We even looked alike, red hair, freckles and green eyes, but if you had asked me at twelve if I could picture myself ever being friends with that boy at any point in the future, I would have told you ‘sure, when hell freezes over.’

To this day, I find it so strange how we saw each other all the time and knew each other inside out yet we still never really became friends; that is, until we were sixteen and Drew’s mother was killed in a car crash. 

It happened about a week after his sixteenth birthday. He stormed into my house and barged into my bedroom with puffy red eyes. My parents had told me what had happened a few minutes before so I understood the spontaneous behavior. I was sitting at my desk, and when I stood up and saw him my heart broke with sympathy.

“Awrya… she’s…she’s…. I can’t believe…she’s….” He could barely muster the strength to speak as he unstably stood in the middle of my room.

“Oh God Drew I’m so sorry,” I replied, tears building in my eyes.

His legs gave way and he fell to his knees, bending over and slammed his clenched fists and forehead on my carpet. I ran over to him and placed my knees on the ground before him and sat back on my calves. He rested his head on my lap, grabbed my waist with both his arms and began weeping. I covered him in a warm embrace and joined in his teary sorrow. Drew’s mother was like my second mother and I understood his pain.

“I didn’t know who else to talk to, Awrya, you’re the only one I know who would understand,” he said after he calmed down a bit yet still in my embrace. “I’m sorry for barging in like this.”

“Shhh, it’s ok, Drew,” I said softly holding him tighter. “I’m here for you. I’ll always be here for you.”

And I was. From that day on Drew and I formed a bond that not even death could break. Years after his mother died we were still close. It was like we were never enemies and the relationship we had during our childhood years seemed irrelevant. Drew became my best friend and he watched out for me like a brother would. If any guy liked me he would have to answer to Drew first. I liked the feeling of him watching over me and caring for me.

Drew was six foot two and unbelievably handsome. He played varsity soccer from sophomore through senior year in high school so his body was fit and strong. His freckles diminished as he got older but he still had is autumn red hair and emerald green eyes. His presence commanded any room he stepped into and his smile was enough to make any girl gravel. He was the guy every girl (and some guys) wanted to be with and every guy wanted to be. Not only was he sexy, but smart. If you asked him anything about numbers like “what’s 4,356 divided by 3” he would say “1,452” before you even finished punching it into your calculator! Universities were practically shoving scholarships in his face. Needless to say he had his share of girlfriends.

I wasn’t too shabby myself. I was a swimmer and although I was never on a varsity team, I still swam two miles per day (still do actually). My hair was a lighter red than Drew’s and slightly curly and fell halfway down my back. My eyes were more yellow green although they sometimes changed to brown (no clue why). I was what you call a ‘late bloomer’ and didn’t develop my C cup breasts and curves until my junior year. I had lost most of my freckles by my senior year and -to avoid bragging- was a very sexy young woman. I was also the president of the student council and very involved in school events so I had a lot of friends and a lot of guys tried to be with me. But for some reason, I never gave my virginity to either of the two guys I dated in high school. I guess I was waiting for the right person and the right time. Little did I know that the right person had been standing in front of me my whole life and the right time was about to present itself.

After graduation my parents decided to send me and one friend of my choice to their beach house in The Bahamas for my graduation gift. Of course the only person I would want to share an amazing experience like that with was Drew. We had never been to the Caribbean before and we were really excited. I was shocked that my parents trusted me that much to fly to paradise on my own with a hormonal teenage guy. However, my parents told me that they trusted me and were happy that I chose Drew because they trusted him and they knew he would make sure that I was ok. It’s so strange; it seemed like Drew and I would make the ‘perfect couple’ but neither of us did anything about it. After all, we were best friends, almost brother and sister. Not even my parents could imagine us being anything more. 

I’ll never forget the look on Drew’s face when I told him we were going to The Bahamas for three weeks. He smiled in disbelief and then turned really excited, lifted me up into the air and twirled me around. I hadn’t seen him that elated since his mom died and I was so glad to be the one that made him happy. 

“We’re going to The Bahamas baby girl!” he always called me his baby girl.

But something happened when he placed me back on the floor. My arms clutched around his neck for support as he lowered me and our lips were so close together that I could feel his breath hit my mouth. We stood there, staring into each other’s green eyes: me looking up, him looking down. There was so much love for me in his eyes and such a tender, genuine caring essence between us. I wanted to kiss him so badly it hurt, but I didn’t. After all, he’s my best friend… a friend… nothing more…or so I thought. We awkwardly parted and abruptly changed the subject.

Within a week we were on a plane heading for The Bahamas. My parents had given each of us a five thousand dollar max credit card and three hundred dollars in cash and told us to have the time of our lives but to call at least three times a week. My parents were wealthy but they never spoiled me before so this was a dream come true. Our plane landed in Nassau and we took a cab to Paradise Island which is a small island linked to Nassau by a bridge. The roads were bumpy and the friendly cab driver spoke loudly with a heavy accent. But when we began to drive next to the ocean, everything seemed perfect. The water was breathtaking: clean, clear, blue as the sky and calm as glass. The beaches had white sand and sea grape trees growing on the side. It almost didn’t seem real. I had seen pictures of the scenery before but I didn’t believe it was actually that naturally beautiful. 

When we finally reached the beach house and paid the driver, we dropped our suitcases in the living room and crashed on the couch in complete exhaustion after a long day of traveling. The beach house rested right off of Cabbage beach, a beach that stretches 1.5 miles across. The house sat at the very end, sharing the same strip with Atlantis (the hotel) and the Ocean Club. We had the most perfect view of the ocean, especially on the second story. There were three bedrooms, four bathrooms, a pool and a Jacuzzi in the back. 

“Awrya, I have a feeling we’re not in Minnesota anymore,” joked Drew as he wiped a trail of sweat off his forehead (it was a very hot July afternoon). I laughed.

“So, should we cool down and go for a swim or would you rather unpack?” I asked, praying that he would choose the first option.

“Unpacking has no chance in this battle,” he said. “Lets get into that beautiful water.”

We were in our swimsuits in no time and headed out to the beach with our towels and suntan lotion. I was wearing a green bikini with white polka dots and he was wearing long blue trunks with some kind of Hawaiian print on them. I would be lying if I said that I wasn’t turned on by the way his perfect body looked in his swim trunks. But I had to convince myself: “He’s my best friend… a friend… nothing more.” I tried to distract myself by trying to apply the sun block to my body. He noticed I was having trouble reaching my back and ran over to me.

“Here, let me help you baby girl,” he said taking the bottle away from me.

“It’s ok I got it,” I replied hesitantly. Having him touch me would only make me want him even more.

“Relax, I got this,” he replied.

He smeared the lotion all over my back, shoulders and neck. His hands were so big and so strong; I felt like clay in his palms. I noticed his touch became slower and he pressed harder, almost massaging my back. He stared to trace the curves of my back and as he did that I could hear his breath getting heavier, as was mine. I thought to myself: “is he getting turned on?” I knew I was but I didn’t want him to know. So I pulled away and thanked him. He let out a small laugh and I noticed a slight bulge in his shorts. He WAS turned on. He noticed that I had looked down and he quickly turned around, bent and picked up his shades, put them on then dashed into the water. I smirked and followed him and dove head first into the clear, cool water. When I surfaced I noticed he was staring at me.

“What?” I asked.

“Why do you have to be so sexy?” he said. “I have a feeling I’m going to have to work twice as hard to keep the guys off you.” 

I laughed and playfully splashed water on his face. Wetting his sunglasses.

“Oh that’s it missy, you’re dead,” he joked as he started to head towards me. 

“Oh am I?” I flirtatiously replied. “Did you forget that I swim two miles a day?”

I swam far away as fast as I could. Poor guy didn’t stand a chance.

“Ok, you win!” he called out in defeat.

I swam back to him.

“Bad ass Drew can’t catch a girl,” I teased.

“Come here then,” he said and before I knew it he had me in his arms like a husband holds his wife as he carries her over the threshold of their house on their wedding night. 

I laughed and begged him not to throw me, but he did anyway, and far. I was surprised at how strong he was. I stayed under the water for a long time, just being consumed by the weightlessness and looking up at the sun simmering through the ripples above me. I must have been under for a long time (I can hold my breath for over a minute) because all of a sudden I felt Drew’s arms around me pulling me out of the water. I still had my eyes closed.

“Oh shit Awrya talk to me, say something, are you ok,” he said shaking me in his arms.

I spat seawater in his face and laughed. He dropped me flat into the water in disgust. When I surfaced I was laughing.

“Don’t do that again,” he said worried. 

“I’m sorry I was just joking around,” I replied, kind of embarrassed.

“Well don’t,” he replied bluntly. “Do you have any idea what would happen to me if I lost you?”

He turned to me and gently cupped my face in his hands and softly caressed my lips with his thumb. He paused and stared at my wet lips, opening his mouth a little as if he was longing to kiss me. 

“I’d…I’d die if I lost you baby girl,” he said staring passionately into my eyes.

I ran my fingers through his salty hair and smiled.

“I’m not going anywhere,” I said almost whispering as I softly kissed his thumb. “Remember? I’m here for you. I’m always going to be here for you.”

Something sparked between us at that moment. I don’t know if it was a flashback of all we’ve been through together or how we knew everything there was to know about each other but something was there, so overwhelmingly consuming to the point where we just could not resist each other. He took a deep breath and hoisted me up, my legs wrapping around is waist and my arms around his neck. I was so steady on him to the point that if he had let go I would have still been attached. Our lips barely touched and I could feel his breath mixing with mine. 

Then, we couldn’t take it anymore. He pulled me to his lips and gave me the most passionate kiss that I had ever had. Our tongues danced as we explored each other’s mouths. His hands moved down my back and grabbed my ass. I didn’t think our bodies could get any closer but they did at that point, turning both of us on. He released my lips and kissed my neck. 

He whispered behind my ear: “I’ve wanted you for so long.” His words were enough to make my loins scream. But something in my mind was screaming louder. “He’s my best friend… a friend… nothing more.” I started to tense up and he noticed.

“What’s wrong baby?” he asked worried.

“I can’t do this,” I stupidly replied, almost in tears. 

I pushed myself off him and ran inside. I locked myself in a bathroom and showered all the salt, saliva and any evidence of my excitement off of me. 

I didn’t see him until later that night. Somehow we managed to avoid each other for the rest of the day. I took the single room to the far end of the house and he took the room with two beds at the opposite end. We completely ignored the grand master bedroom in the middle. I finally decided that I needed to talk to him; figure this whole thing out. As I walked downstairs the smell of pizza permeated thickly in the air. I saw Drew pouring soda into two wine glasses and noticed the dining table was set for two with candles and a bouquet of hibiscus and bougainvillea flowers. He was whistling a tune that I wasn’t familiar with and awkwardly dancing as he set the glasses next to the empty plates. He looked so adorable. He was wearing tan shorts that went past his knees, a black belt which was overlapped by a thin, long sleeved, white shirt with a collar. His shirt was buttoned down almost to his chest and he wasn’t wearing any shoes. He had showered and jelled his hair and I could tell he meant business. I smiled as I continued to walk down the stairs and towards the table.

“Oh good you’re still here,” he said in a cheerful mood. “I was beginning to think you left.”

I laughed and started to apologize for being a total asshole but he stopped me.

“Hey don’t worry about it,” he said putting his hand on my shoulder. “Now I would have cooked dinner but there’s no food in the house so I ordered pizza. You’re favorite too: barbeque chicken and pineapple with extra cheese and a fresh order of garlic breadsticks. And to top it off, diet Pepsi to wash it down.”

“Thanks Drew, you’re so thoughtful,” was the only thing I could say.

“Anything for you baby girl,” he replied with a smile.

We sat and ate dinner, talking about everything except the thing that we both really wanted to talk about: us. I started to feel more comfortable around him again and we laughed and joked around like always. We behaved the same way we usually did before our scene in the ocean, but for some reason, it didn’t feel right.

After we finished eating we packed the left over pizza in containers and placed them in the refrigerator. I washed the soda stained wine glasses and he dried and put them away. It was really dark outside and it smelled as if it was going to rain. It eventually started. First a little, then a lot until rain began pouring and thunder and lightening filled the sky. It smelt like salt water and ocean breeze. We sat on a bench swing on the enclosed front porch in complete silence and enjoyed watching the rain hit the ocean. I rested my head on his shoulder and he wrapped his arm around me.

“I love you,” I whispered under my breath. I almost thought he didn’t hear me but I was too shy to say it again.

He kissed my forehead. “I love you more.”

My heart melted at his words and I sat up and faced him just as the power went out and we were covered in cloud-covered moonlight. For some reason, we both laughed uncontrollably at the situation. 

“I’ll go find some candles,” he said.

We got up and he went into the kitchen while I went upstairs. I knew I saw some scented candles in the bathroom so I was going for them.

“Nothing down here!” he called up from the kitchen. “Only a lighter!”

“That’s fine, I have some candles up here!” I replied.

He ran upstairs with the lighter and I emerged from the master bathroom and walked into the bedroom.

“Where are you?” he asked through the darkness.

“I’m in the master bedroom,” I replied.

He flicked the lighter on to find his way to me. I was holding the candle in my hands next to the dresser and he lit it. 

“Well, at least it’s not hot,” he said, and we laughed.

“Ouch!” I cried when hot wax drained onto my hand.

“What happened?” He asked.

“Just a little wax burn,” I replied. “I’ll survive.”

“Here,” he said taking my hand. “Let me see.”

“It’s fine, really,” I replied.

He took the candle from me and placed it on the dresser. Then held my hand in his and pealed off the wax that had already cooled on my skin. He then kissed my sensitive skin, letting his tongue and saliva cool the burnt spot. 

“Mmm…that’s much better,” I said softly. 

“Good,” he replied under his breath. He slowly began to kiss my wrist and started moving up my arm. “You taste so good baby girl…so good.”

I was turned on again but still pulled away and walked over to the French doors that lead onto the balcony connected to the master bedroom. The doors were open and I could feel the breeze and smell the rain. 

“Why do you resist me, Awrya?” he said sadly. “This isn’t wrong. I love you, I want to be with you.”

I turned at looked at him with sorrowful eyes.

“But you’re my best friend…a friend…how can we be anything else…” I finally said sadly looking down.

“I am your best friend, Awrya,” he began. “But why can’t I be anything else? I know you. I know your smell, I know your taste. I know everything about you: what you like, what you don’t like. I know that you bite your lip when you’re nervous and twirl your hair when you’re bored. I know that you saved me when my mom died and you’re the one who keeps me focused and supports me in anything I do. I know that you inspire me and give me something to hold on to.”

He collapsed on his knees before me just as he did three years earlier.

“I know that you’re a virgin and that you’re saving yourself for the right man,” he continued as he looked up and gripped the sides of my thighs. “I wish I could be that man for you for the rest of your life, but if you don’t want me I’ll understand…”

He turned his head and rested his cheek to my stomach. I couldn’t take it anymore. Hearing his sincere words as they flowed out of his mouth was too much for me to bear.

“Of course I want you,” I began as I fell to my knees and he wrapped his arms around my waist as I stroked his cheek. “I want no one else but you. I’ve been saving myself for the right man and trying to find him when I only had to look in front of me. I want you to be my first, my last, my everything.”

The kiss he gave me at that moment was so powerful it made our first kiss seem like a peck on the cheek! It was filled with so much love and passion. I wondered how I let myself abstain from him all these years. We rose together and I leaped into the same position I had been in while in the ocean just a few hours before. He carried me over to the king size bed and gently rested me down beneath him. I was wearing a black tank top over my bra and a short flowing blue skirt at the bottom. I sat up and raised my arms as he slowly lifted my top over my head and threw it on the floor. He kissed a trail from my arm to my neck.

“I love you baby girl,” he whispered in my ear. “I love no one else the way I love you.”

I was so wet at this point and all I could reply was: “Mmm I love you Drew. I want you so badly baby.”

Feeling encouraged, he kissed my neck again as his hands moved over my back and unlatched my bra. My full breasts fell out of their prison, free to his hands. He kissed them and grabbed them with care and infatuation. Taking my left nipple into his mouth and sucking while pinching my right. I moaned with pleasure, pleasure I had never experienced before. His lips moved down to my stomach and his hands explored every inch of my hot, silky body. Through the candle light inside the bedroom and the flashes of lightning outside by the beach, I saw him look up at me as he guided my skirt down my thighs and off of me. My breathing became heavy, as I grew nervous. He noticed and stopped what he was about to do. He took my hand and meshed his fingers between mine.

“I can stop if you want,” he said peacefully.

“No I want you to,” I replied. “It’s just, I’m a little nervous.”

He moved his face up to mine and kissed me gently.

“You’re beautiful, so sexy,” he said looking into my eyes. “I want to please you. Just relax baby girl.”

His words were calming and my smile assured him that I wasn’t nervous any more. He smiled and kissed me again and then kissed his way back down to my thighs. He licked my inner thighs and kissed my knees tenderly. He was in total control of me and I loved it. My underwear was soaked from my arousal and he began to lick my extremely sensitive clit through my pink panties. I moaned again, a little louder than before. His fingers slipped under the waistband of my panties and he slowly guided them off, exposing my red pubic hair. It was the first time I had been naked in front of a man and I felt so comfortable because I was glad that it was Drew.

He caressed my thighs as he licked my clit. My body shivered from the bliss he was bringing me. My hips began to move in motion with his tongue as he licked and sucked harder. I closed my eyes and let the sensations consume me. He slipped his finger deep in my pussy and rubbed my clit with his tongue. He found my g-spot right away and I began moaning louder and louder. I could tell that in a few more seconds I was going to climax and I believe he sensed it too. He pulled out quickly and let me relax. I didn’t want my first orgasm to come by his fingers and he didn’t either.

He kissed me again.

“Now it’s my turn to please you,” I said. I was the one in control now.

I sat him up against the headboard and unbuttoned his shirt while I kissed him and once it was off it went on the floor next to my clothes. I kissed my way down his stomach just as he had done to me. I found his treasure trail of hair and followed it with my tongue while my hands unbuckled his belt. I could tell his cock was about to burst out of his pants, and it did once I pulled them off of him. It was the biggest dick I had ever seen, probably eight inches. I gasped and he laughed. I thought: “How the hell is that going to fit in me?” 

“Don’t worry, Awrya,” he said. It was like he could read my mind.

With reassurance I placed the head in my mouth and began to suck it and play with it with my tongue. I took my hands and worked them up and down his massive shaft. He moaned with pleasure and I felt so proud that my first blowjob was being successful. Just as he was getting used to my technique I switched it and took about six inches of it down my throat. He flinched and groaned as I held it there for a few seconds while playing with his balls. His ass contracted and he trusted up, shoving another inch down my throat. I supported the back of his upper legs as I slowly moved out, a trail of precum linking my lips with his hard, twitching cock. 

“Oh Awrya, that feels so fucking good,” he said breathing heavily.

I continued pleasing him for a little while longer when finally he took my chin and brought my face up to his and kissed me. I could taste his juice mixed with mine and the unbelievable smell of his aftershave lingered between us. 

“Do you wana fuck me big boy?” I asked. I couldn’t believe I was talking dirty but I didn’t care, I was so turned on.

“Mmm…” was all he could muster the strength to say.

I kissed him and he rolled me onto my back. He took his rock hard dick and rubbed it against my clit. My pussy was aching for him.

“Be gentle,” I pleaded softly.

“I will baby girl,” he replied.

He spread my legs wider and began to slowly burry his massive cock into my tight, virgin pussy. I gripped the sheets beside me and let out a gasp. It hurt but not a lot and I began to relax more. After that, it became easier to slip into me and the pain subsided. Soon enough, all eight inches of him was inside me and he moved his head hovering mine.

“Are you ok?” he asked, making sure he wasn’t hurting me.

I nodded and pulled him toward me. He kissed me gently as he began to thrust his dick deep inside me. He took my hand and meshed our fingers together again on the side of my head and tenderly kissed my neck. Feeling him inside me, his lips on my neck and our bodies together as one is a feeling that words could not do justice to explain. He started to move faster, caressing my g-spot in all the right places. I felt the walls of my vagina contract, as I was getting ready for an intense orgasm. I could feel he was about to cum too but he was waiting for me. 

“Oh God! Drew…Oh God baby please don’t stop….don’t stop…don’t….ohhh!” I screamed. He moaned with me as we changed positions so that I was practically sitting on him in a tight embrace. I came all over his cock and he in return shot several rounds of semen into my vagina. I shuttered at the intense feeling of euphoria, as did he. Blood, semen and juice ran down onto the bed like the rain was running down the coconut trees in the storm. We stayed there for a while, holding each other, panting. I was no longer a virgin, and I didn’t regret it. 

His dick softened and practically pushed itself out of me and we lied on the bed, speechless. He took my hand and kissed the top before meshing our fingers again. I turned toward him and stared into his beautiful green eyes.

“That was amazing,” I said almost in disbelief.

“You’re amazing,” he replied. 

I kissed him on his forehead and rested my head on his chest. He began to stroke my arm and play with my hair. “He’s my best friend…a friend…and so much more” was the new phrase that crossed my mind. 

The next three weeks were almost too good to be true. The days were filled with exploration, fun and enjoyment, while the nights were steamed with passionate lovemaking. It seemed to get better over time. We made love on most surfaces of the house as well as in the ocean, the pool and the Jacuzzi. 

We had left Minnesota as best friends and returned as lovers. We’ve been married for five years now and have a three-year-old daughter named Kathryn, after Drew’s late mother. I know this may seem too good to be true but it really is true. Our lovemaking has only grown and blossomed over the years and I couldn’t ask for a better husband, lover or man. I went from an icky girl with cooties who he was forced to play with, to his wife and the mother of his child. It’s funny how life can throw you completely off track just when you’re starting to get used to the way things are. 

We still make love when it rains and for some reason it always seems like the first time. I guess that’s what happens when you’re with someone you truly love. He is my best friend…my lover…the father of our child…and oh…so much more…