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  BEST FRIENDS DON’T FUCK

  © 2013 By Cheri Crystal. All rights reserved.

  THIS ELECTRONIC ORIGINAL SHORT STORY CONTAINS EROTIC CONTENT AND ADULT THEMES. READERS MUST BE OVER 18 TO PURCHASE.

  PUBLISH DATE: March 2013

  THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION. NAMES, CHARACTERS, PLACES, AND INCIDENTS ARE THE PRODUCT OF THE AUTHOR’S IMAGINATION OR ARE USED FICTITIOUSLY. ANY RESEMBLANCE TO ACTUAL PERSONS, LIVING OR DEAD, BUISINESS ESTABLISHMENTS, EVENTS, OR LOCALES IS ENTIRELY COINCIDENTAL.

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  BEST FRIENDS DON’T FUCK

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  CHERI CRYSTAL

  Joy and I planned our annual vacation together and shared a room to save money. This time we chose an island resort in the Caribbean to unwind after an exhausting year setting up a joint business venture. I had every intention of relaxing and enjoying the scenery. The opulent lobby could easily encompass several city blocks. Palm trees reached the vaulted glass ceilings, indoor waterfalls rivaled nature, Toucans sat on perches, and the scent of hibiscus flowers filled the air instead of the Manhattan hustle and bustle. I sucked in my breath as excitement coursed through my veins and exhaled slowly as tranquility washed over me. The serene moment was lost when I heard my friend shout.

  “What do you mean you gave our room away?” Joy demanded.

  “I’m sorry, Miss. It was an oversight.” The clerk didn’t look all that sorry. Joy looked like she was about to rearrange his face. I saw the pulse in her neck beat in sync with my heart.

  “Well, you’d better check again because we were confirmed.”

  “I have one room left.” He glanced up from the screen. “But it has only one king- sized bed.”

  “We’ll take it,” I said, pushing Joy out of the way with my hip. I took our keys while her stare bored a hole through my head. “We’re adults. Surely, we can manage to share a bed without touching. Besides, in a king-sized bed we’ll be miles from each other.”

  Joy looked as skeptical as I felt, but she silently agreed, and we went to get settled.

  “You’d better keep to your side, Cate.” Joy dumped her duffle bag on the bed, choosing the right. “And no parading around here in your underwear or naked. Deal?”

  “Sure thing, boss.” I flashed a toothy grin. “Anything else?”

  “Yeah. No eating in bed.”

  “I guess sex is out then, too.”

  She threw a ball of socks and hit me squarely on the jaw. I cracked up and beat her to the bathroom. We took turns changing into swimsuits and headed out for fun in the sun. Joy complained about lathering sunscreen on my back, but her massage affected me to the tips of my toes in a sweet torture that collected in my clit.

  The hotel pool had waterslides, underwater bars, and even an aquarium. As I watched Joy swim laps, I fell hopelessly in love. We spent the day parasailing and alternating between snorkeling in the surf and swimming in the pool.

  That night, we retired to our room and undressed for bed. Joy wore sweats and I thought she’d die of heat frustration. It would be a miracle if we both didn’t scorch the sheets with a combined temperature of two infernos. I didn’t sleep a wink with her in close proximity and near enough for me to tell she couldn’t sleep either. Counting her breaths didn’t help lull me. I fought the urge to tackle her as she lay at the very edge of the mattress. Less than an inch and she’d be on the floor.

  “Well, goodnight then.” Her voice was thick and huskier than usual.

  “Night, Joy. Sleep tight.”

  My body ached from fighting the longing so hard I thought my muscles would permanently seize. I wanted to kiss every part of her. But I knew her response if I even tried. “Best friends, especially business partners, don’t fuck” she had said in a way that I knew meant it.

  It was the longest night of my life. I soaked my shorts and had to change them twice. If she caught a whiff of my arousal or heard me when I got up, she didn’t comment.

  We both looked awful in the morning. Joy had bags under her eyes and still managed to melt me. Her flaxen locks fell seductively over one eye, past her nose, broken a few times from rough housing, and ended at her strong jaw. Whenever she tossed her head or blew errant strands off her face, I ached with an indescribable crush that coursed through my belly and ended in my crotch. The early morning run along the beach as the sun rose over sparkling blue water was lovely, but it didn’t help my angst one bit.

  By the third day, I was so horny I thought I’d need an emergency room for third degree longing. We hit the pool for a change of pace from swimming in the ocean. I worked out hard all day to keep my mind off my need. It was getting late and Joy moved at a fast and ferocious pace. Her lean body pounded through the moon-and-torch-lit water. Her tiny bikini bottoms and sports bra did little to hide sensuous sculpted muscles beneath smooth round curves. I moved closer for a better look. Too close.

  A sudden case of goose bumps made me weak. I shivered and yet felt as if I had a fever. I had to have Joy and it had to be tonight. I managed to stop her in mid-stroke and got the wind knocked out of me with her powerful kick. She wrapped her arms around my waist while I coughed up mouthfuls of chlorinated water. Maybe I milked it, but I couldn’t stop trembling in her embrace.

  “Careful there. You okay?”

  I nodded. She put me down and smoothed a handful of slick hair off her face. The effort rippled the muscles in her arms, but my attention was riveted to her breasts. A wet yellow suit left little to the imagination, even in the dark. See-through fabric combined with rigid nipples made it impossible to look anywhere else.

  “I’m going back to our room.” My throat tightened and I rasped, “You coming?”

  “Nah, I’ll catch you later. Goodnight.”

  If she’d bothered to look back, she’d have seen my pout. I went to our room and showered. The king-sized bed was huge and empty. I slipped into a worn oversized t-shirt and shorts, turned down the covers, and climbed in. The sheets felt like silk.

  Sleep wouldn’t come. I needed serious help. My pocket rocket would be just the sleeping pill I needed and I almost left it home. Good thing I tossed it into the soap bag at the last minute. I located the pouch that concealed my toy, inserted a brand new battery, and covered the plastic white tip with the clear pink stimu-sleeve. Making wild and passionate love with my mini-massager was the next best thing. Those fluttering clit-teasers and the nubs for deep satisfaction made it my trusted favorite.

  I spread my legs and brushed the inside of my thighs, abs, and breasts. I could come right away, but what was the rush? A few seconds later, I placed some lube on the bright pink tip and began to rub it slowly over my labia, circling the entire area in and out of each slick fold, avoiding that one ultra-sensitive spot. I turned Buddy on and the vibration in my hands did its magic on my mind. My thoughts cleared with only a faint hum for company. No distractions. Just me, my clit and I. Joy can have her own party. Oh, God, no. I put away the dreadful thought determined to get my mind back on my toy. Each movement of Buddy emphasized my point. I was going to come with or without Joy.

  “Ohhh, yeah, this is sweet.”

  I ditched the covers and straightened my legs, my muscles taut and unyielding as I eased up the pressure on my clit, until the tip barely registered contact. The vibrations shook me to my heated unrequited core until I was close to exploding. I moved the tip lower. The blood rushed in as exquisite sensa
tions threatened to overtake me.

  I had trouble catching my breath, but I kept at it. My body jerked and I put my knees up, lifting my butt off the mattress. I parted my pussy lips with my free hand, exposing tender flesh. I imagined Joy watching over me with her brilliant blue eyes, wanting me, and ultimately taking me. I wanted to be her girl more than anything in the world. How could she be so stubborn? Focus, Cate. Come on. Please, please, please. Lights flashed before my eyes. So close. Yeah. God! I was so fucking close and yet so far. Come on. Coming wasn’t usually this frustrating.

  “Damn it, Buddy, do your thing!” My hips picked up a familiar rhythm. I threw open my eyes and looked up at the heavens only to be disappointed by a stucco ceiling.

  A beam of light shone from a slit in the closet door. I’d left it open so that Joy wouldn’t trip in the dark. I could smell the lingering scent of her perfume, and pretended she was taking me all the way. The fire again started in my pelvis. With a vivid image of Joy before me, my clit responded. Almost there and this time, I was going all the way. I wanted my cake and, “Ahhh, god…mygod, oh,” and eat it too. The buzz of the vibrator sounded loud at first, but as I neared my climax, the strong beat of my heart drowned out all other sounds. With escalating raunchy images of Joy and me doing the nasty firing away quicker than I could keep up, I swept the cool silicone tip down to my wet and waiting cunt and thrust it inside. The tiny pink antennas and nubs on the shaft of the sheath teased at my engorged clit, which threatened to burst. I wanted fingers, fists, hell, I wanted it all. I couldn’t take it a second longer.

  I circled my clit and felt waves of heat begin the meltdown. God only knows how I moved away from the spot long enough to cool off just a bit, only to follow it up with more heat. Buddy could have been Joy’s tongue, her lips, her...“Oh, Joy, I…” The orgasm was imminent, but I prolonged it. I pushed my head into the pillow, my eyes held tightly shut, and I lifted my knees, only to lower them again. My hips raised off the sheets now soaked with sweat.

  “Ohgodohjoyoh…” I came until I couldn’t come anymore. Every nerve ending was contented except the ones in my brain. I lay on the bed alone in my thoughts, until I realized I had company. The lingering scent of beer and perfume wasn’t lingering at all. Oh shit, it was real.

  “Damn, that’s hot.”

  “What?” I sat up and pushed my shirt down. “Oh, fuck. How long?”

  “Long enough.”

  I flopped down and tried to suffocate myself with a pillow.

  “You could give lessons.”

  “I could die.”

  “No, baby, I’d miss you.” She sat on the bed. “You called my name. Several times.”

  I rolled to face her and placed my hand on her thigh. She trembled.

  “But you came all right. I wanted to make you come—”

  “Oh, Joy, I want you too. Kiss me, please.”

  “But, we shouldn’t.”

  “Please,” I begged.

  Joy moved closer and covered me with her body. Her lips were tender and yet determined when they met mine. She lifted my hands above my head and kissed me with a fierceness that edged on possessive. I wanted her to take me. I needed her to be mine as much as I longed to be hers. She removed my t-shirt and let it fall. I shivered in anticipation.

  When she sat up, her knees on either side of my hips, I started to protest, but I relaxed when I realized that she would only be gone long enough to remove her shirt and bra. I reached for her fly, but she kissed me before I could unzip it. She had a gleam in her eye.

  “What’s your hurry?”

  Her tongue began the luxurious journey from my nose to my navel. She parted my legs and if I weren’t on my back, then I would have fallen for sure.

  “You’re amazing,” she murmured and then buried her face past my soft dark curls until I could feel her breath and tongue so near my clit that I grabbed her head. I vocalized in time to every lick and held my breath with every suck. I was about to reach my crescendo and she stopped. Just like that.

  “Where’s your toy?” she asked.

  I handed Buddy over. I moaned when she slipped it inside while thumbing my clit, nice and slow. Then she leaned over me, and I took her nipple in my mouth and sucked it to a hard point. I repeated my actions with the other one. The muscles in her stomach rippled as she pumped her pussy along my thigh. Her moisture trail fueled my desire. I was the reason she was wet. She wanted me. With surprising strength, I topped Joy, flipped her over, and pinned her to the bed. I took Buddy from her grasp.

  I inhaled her musky sex scent and memorized the sight of her moist cunt. Her clit was lovely, red, and hard. I spread her wider and she pleaded, “Fuck me, please sweet Jesus.”

  I ran Buddy along the shaft of her clit and within seconds, when I was sure she’d come, I moved it away and thrust a finger into her pussy, so warm and welcoming. I pumped in two more fingers. She opened for me. I managed to enjoy four fingers in her hot, swollen cunt and her muscles massaged my hand in an erotic embrace. I was close to coming just watching how excited I made her. Her eyes grew darker with desire. She moaned my name. I fucked her hard, purposely avoiding her clit, until I couldn’t take it anymore.

  “Please, Cate, I have to come.”

  I loved the sound of her begging almost as much as how hard and dark her clit got. I pounded her pussy and circled her throbbing clit with my thumb. Joy’s entire body jolted. Her spasms gripped my hand. My own climax was right on the tip of my clit. I merely moved my pussy on her thigh and in one enormous volcanic eruption, it was as if a paradise island swallowed us up and deposited us into eternal utopia. Joy and I came so hard it was a wonder we were able to hold each other up. The spasms crashed into us like the surf outside our window. The blanket was like the hot sand beneath us and the sunshine in my heart was brighter than the great outdoors. A last shudder and I collapsed on Joy, and she held me the way I always wished she would.

  After an eternity of lying together naked, with a gentle breeze from the open window caressing our sated bodies, arousal gripped me once more. I tried for an encore, but Joy said, “Not so fast.”

  The only thing keeping me from diving in between her thighs and lapping up her fragrant lust again were her fingers, which found their way into my pussy.

  She tasted my juices, which flowed for her and her alone, off her fingers and dipped them back in for seconds.

  “Best friends don’t fuck,” I reminded her as I teased her nipple nearest my lips.

  “Maybe not…” she said, lifting my face until our gazes securely locked and then she kissed the tip of my nose, “…but best friends who happen to be lovers do.”

  The End

  About the Author

  Cheri Crystal is a healthcare professional by day and an erotic romance writer by night. She was born and raised in New York and lives in the United Kingdom with her wife. Cheri began writing fiction in 2003 after reviewing for Lambda Book Report, Just About Write, Independent Gay Writer and other e-zines. Her short story collection, Attractions of the Heart, was a 2010 Golden Crown Literary Winner for lesbian erotica. Cheri is honored to be included in the groundbreaking anthology, Ageless Erotica, edited by Joan Price, with her tantalizing lesbian love story, “Better Than Vibrators.” In her spare time, she enjoys swimming, hiking, viewing wildlife, cooking, jigsaw puzzles and spending quality time with family and friends. Visit www.chericrystal.com and friend her on Facebook for the latest news.

  Other Stories by Cheri Crystal

  Award winning author of

  Attractions of the Heart

  Road Rage

  Top Bird

  Innocent Kiss

  Exercise Dyke

  The Ties That Bind

  Does The Butch Come With The Recipe?

  Campus Craze

  Steam

  Playing With The Band

  Going Fishing

  Consult My Pussy

  Climbing Rocks

  Mirror Image

  Better Than Vibrators r />
  Help Wanted: Clitoris Missing In Action

  Taking Chances

  Risky Pursuit

  Better Late Than Never

  Broken Vows

  Best Friends Don’t Fuck

  New Neighbors

  To learn more about Cheri, visit her at:

  http://chericrystal.com/

  and friend her on Facebook for the latest news.

 

 

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