Kyle and Courtney did everything together. They were best friends.
Courtney was blonde, short, athletically built. She liked masculine shirts and slacks for work, yoga pants and tiny t-shirts on the weekend.
Kyle was thin, compact, and in the earliest stages of understanding fashion.
They met in college, fell out of touch, reconnected years later.
They’d meet for coffee, wander bookstores for hours, set friends up with one another. When they had good news, they were each other’s first phone call. Their text message conversations lasted until dawn.
They’d seen each other at their best, and at their worst.
Once, a depressed Kyle had had too much to drink and threw up all over the bathroom in Courtney’s apartment. She cleaned it up without complaint.
He repaid her, the night she got dumped by her boyfriend at a friend’s place. She’d been too drunk to stand. Kyle showed up and walked her out, without a word to the motherfucker.
Kyle and Courtney also had sex with each other.
Not every time they saw each other. But most times.
It started when Kyle walked Courtney sekabet yeni giriş to her car one night. She surprised him with a blowjob, right there in the parking garage.
He suggested continuing at her place, but she made clear that the night was over.
He’d been ready to charge into a relationship. She disabused him a few days later, over coffee at her place.
“This is more of a stolen kisses type thing,” she told him.
Then she passed him a condom and pulled down her bike shorts.
They were a strange combination. They related to each other like any pair of close friends. Except when the movie ended or the party dissipated, they got naked.
He learned her body better than anyone she’d actually loved–her clitoris, which needed to be teased rather than touched directly, her sensitive nipples, her preference for doggystyle.
For his part, she was the only person he felt safe enough asking to try certain things on him. She tied him up, clamped his nipples, fucked him with a toy.
The arrangement waxed and waned, based on how involved they were elsewhere. But they sekabet giriş were never apart for long.
One afternoon, Kyle brought Courtney’s jacket to her place. She’d left it in his car the night before.
She greeted him in a sports bra and leggings. She’d been cleaning house, was dirty and sweating, which didn’t dim his lust. He swept her into his arms, letting her feel his erection through their pants.
They kissed.
Then she told him she was getting married.
Obviously, he’d known this would happen at some point. There was a guy Kyle didn’t know, but had heard about through friends. He hadn’t quite accepted how quickly things were moving.
“I guess that’s it for us,” Courtney said, regretfully.
“I guess,” Kyle said.
They stood by the door, but didn’t open it.
“Can I kiss you goodbye?” he asked.
They kissed, which deepened, which turned to groping, then to disrobing. They were soon naked, hands touching familiar parts with familiar skill.
The living room sofa had been stripped of its covers, which whirred away in the washing machine in another sekabet güvenilirmi room. Kyle laid Courtney on her back across the rough coverless cushions.
He tasted her vulva, gathered its stickiness. She’d always been a wet one; her secretions like lace upon her thighs. She writhed as she came.
She sat upright, and he stood before her. She sucked his cock, busying herself with the crown, which she knew he liked.
He sighed, let himself sink into that meditative blowjob state, and ropes of cum slid down her throat like raw egg.
For the moment, they breathed heavily, looking into each other’s eyes, without self-consciousness or shame. They could both see it.
They wondered silently:
Is this it?
Then his penis, still weeping the last of its orgasm, bobbed back up to its impressive fullness, and she sucked him again, to harden him fully and to clear him of that lingering sloppiness.
Then she laid back and he laid atop her, a rarity for them, and they looked into each other’s eyes through the afternoon.
He came inside her, unprotected, while she squeezed his hips to hers.
Then they laid side by side. His cum leaked out of her onto the rough couch.
He said, “I’m sorry this happened.”
She said, “Don’t be. I’m not.”
Then she added, “I hate when you don’t know it’s the last time until after it happens.”