Friends or Lovers?

The concrete of the cement steps she was perched on felt cold beneath her ass. Her gaze roamed the parking lot. Alyssa was due to meet her Internet buddy at Starbucks. They’d met through a website and after weeks of online chatting he’d insisted on meeting her. She’d agreed under the stipulation it wasn’t a date and they were getting together as only friends. The last thing she needed was the added complication of another man in her life.

She’d been dating Justin for four months. He called it dating. At this point, as far as she was concerned, they were friends with benefits, or, more accurately - fuck buddies. She’d been smitten with him from the start. Now she was just irritated. His inability to make a commitment was bordering on stupidity. She was far too smart for this.

Minutes later, after the initial awkwardness of meeting, she and Sam stood in line.

“You’re paying, right?” she teased him.

“Yeah. I told you I would. You look just like your picture,” he said quietly.

“That a good or a bad thing?”

“A good thing. Prettier in person though,” he said shyly.

“Thanks,” she replied, already thinking maybe this had been a bad idea. He was looking at her like a lovesick teenager. Shit. She didn’t need this.

“Alyssa.”

She whipped around at the sound of his all too familiar voice. Murphy’s law. He rarely drank coffee, but when he did, he was a snob for Starbucks. If his body language was any indication, he was just as surprised to see her.

“Justin. What’s up?” she said as casually as she could muster. She felt as if she was caught with her hand in the cookie jar. Then she reminded herself that she was doing nothing wrong.

“Getting coffee. Who’s this?” he asked, eyeing Sam.

“This is my friend, Sam. Sam. This is my friend, Justin.”

She was pleased to get the opportunity to introduce Justin as her friend. That’s all he ever referred to her as.

She watched as they briefly shook hands.

“Alyssa has never mentioned you,” Justin stated rather matter of factly, looking at her and not even glancing at Sam.

“We haven’t known each other long,” she explained.

Strange how he’d suddenly taken interest. He’d told her enough times that he cared little about her life, what she did or who she hung out with. A few weeks ago she’d answered his cell phone at his request when he was in the bathroom. It was a female friend that he explained was someone he’d known for four years. Odd that he’d never mentioned her. This was typical. Often enough, when dealing with him, what was good for the goose wasn’t good for the gander.

“Give me a shout later,” he called to her on his way out, coffee in hand.

“Sure. Will do.”

“Is that him?” Sam asked once they’d sat down, looking mildly irritated.

“Yeah,” she replied quietly, cursing herself for managing to complicate things even more.

She’d told Sam from the start that she was dating someone. Stupidly she’d told him the details of their relationship. Predictably he’d told her she was better off without him.

Meeting Sam had been cool, but it had also been a mistake. He was clearly into her. Whether she was with Justin or not, she didn’t need to be accused later of potentially leading a guy on. She reminded herself again she didn’t need more complications in her life.

********

Several hours later, now comfortable at home, she called Justin.

“What are you doing now?” he asked.

“Chillin’.”

“Can I come over?”

“Sure.”

That was odd. Usually he told her he was coming over rather than asked. Her circle of friends was limited. Nine times out of ten she wasn’t doing anything. He’d got used to the idea she was always available for him.

His demeanor was tense when he got to her place. She knew that mood all too well. He had something on his mind. Whether that something was her, was anyone’s guess. She’d given up figuring him out a long time ago.

“Want a beer?” she asked.

“No. I’m good,” he mumbled and followed her to the kitchen.

“What about water? You want anything?”

“You,” he growled.

“Oh really,” she replied coyly and turned to look at him.

In an instant he was standing in front of her. He reached up and gently caressed her cheek. Now this was a side of him she rarely saw.

“Really,” he grunted and kissed her hard and fast on the mouth.

As fleeting as it was, the tenderness was gone and his usual raw passion was quick to return. His hand moved to her neck and wrapped tightly around her throat. That was it. This is why she stayed. This is why the relationship continued. Sex. Her weakness when it came to him. Because he fucked her hard and rough, spanked her ass, ate wicked pussy and had no problem trying anything at least once.

He pushed her hard into the counter. It pinched pleasantly into her lower back.

“And what if I’m not interested,” she teased.

“I think you are.”

“You’re certain?”

She kissed and nibbled at his neck. His hand tightened harder around her throat. The sensation sent heat to her sex. She grunted her approval.

He let go of her neck, spun her around and pushed her against the opposite counter. He pushed on her back so she was bent over, while his free hand grabbed at her panties and pants and pulled them down in one swift motion. She stepped out of them and kicked them to the side. His hand slipped down between her thighs.

“You’re wet,” he growled in her ear and bit into her neck.

“You’re mistaken,” she teased, playing difficult.

His fingers dipped into her moist slit then he wiped his wet fingers on her bare arm. His hands fell to the small of her back and his fingertips pinched into her skin. She felt him bite into the globes of her ass. Then his hand came down hard on each cheek. Fuck. He was doing everything right. Few men had been able to spank her so expertly.

“Thank you,” she purred.

“Over more,” he ordered, pushed her harder over the counter and pulled her hips out.

She was bent over the sink and nearly had her face in a pile of dirty dishes but she hardly cared.

She felt his lips and tongue gently explore her folds and asshole. Four months of eating her out had made him an expert. He knew just what spots to hit to make her cum. And she did, almost. He rarely denied her but, this time, when he knew she was close, he pulled back and spun her around.

“Suck my cock.”

She grabbed at his jeans and pulled them down, pulled out his hard-on and sank to her knees. She sucked his cock like a woman starved for food. She licked and sucked his cock and balls as he moaned his appreciation above her. Her fingers grazed around his scrotum and teased his asshole.

“That’s enough,” he growled and pulled at her hair.

Grabbing her by the hips he turned her around and again bent her over the sink. Then his hardness sank into her violently. He pounded into her deeply, his cock just hitting her cervix in a mix of pleasure and pain. He reached around and fingered her clit.

“Come on. Cum for me.”

“Jesus,” she screeched as she came, hanging onto the counter to keep from falling over.

His hands wrapped around her hips as he pounded into her viciously. His fingernails bit into her skin pleasantly.

“Fuck. You have a hot ass, Alyssa.”

Then he came. Violently, as he always did, grabbing onto her shoulders and pushing himself in her further and further, slowing his pace as he grunted and milked his orgasm to completion. She felt his seed dribble out and run down her thighs when he pulled out. He swatted her ass gently.

They jumped into the shower together as per their routine. Yes. This was just too damn comfortable.

“So that guy was really just your friend?” he asked while they stood there soaping up.

“He is. I have no interest in anyone at the moment.”

“Well. You’re interested in me,” he stated with conviction.

“Actually. No. I don’t think I am anymore,” she replied and stepped out of the shower.

It felt good. This is how it had to be - great sex or not. Any man who’d played with her heart for as long as he had needed to go.