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Wishes Come True (Denise)

Short story By: Jaywrite44

This is my first erotica short, written at the insistence of a friend. Comments and constructive criticism welcome. Hope you all enjoy!!

Submitted:Jan 1, 2013    Reads: 2,482    Comments: 7    Likes: 3   

Denise and I have been friends for eight years. We've been to each others' houses many times. We have an admitted mutual attraction for each other, though I think my desire for her is stronger. I've always been drawn to her crystal blue eyes. When we are together, we are usually close to each other. Our hands often touching, our hugs often lingering beyond a friendly embrace. We won't even detail the flirty, down right sexual texts we exchange on a regular basis. Each time we see each other begins and ends with a kiss on the cheek, though sometimes our lips connect.

So finding myself lying in her bed, playing a game of rummy was no big deal. She had chosen to wear her black Guess tank top and very short denim shorts. This shirt was a favorite of mine, and Denise knew it. It fit her well, but was just loose enough to give a glimpse of the lacy black 34B bra she was wearing each time she leaned forward to discard. Her golden blonde hair, which reaches her mid back, was pulled back in a ponytail.

"You wore that shirt to distract me," I teased. I received only a sultry smile in return.

I would find myself admiring every part of her 5'3", 110 pound figure, which is well-toned from regular exercise. She also takes pride in her year round tan, easily maintained here on the South Carolina coast. She caught me looking several times, but Denise enjoys the power she holds over me. She knows I want her. She simply smiles and keeps her mind on the game, and perhaps the consequences of losing.

Each of our rummy battles ends with the victor getting a "wish" granted. It is usually something with moderately sexual overtones and often slightly embarassing. We both have pictures of each other that would make a sailor blush. She's washed my car in a white bikini. I have vacuumed her house in my boxerbriefs.....you get the idea. Each game is played to 500.

"My shirt seems to be working," she said, referring to the 430-220 lead she currently held.

I could tell from what she had already played and the smile on her face, victory was in her reach. It was just a matter of time. As expected, it took only moments for her to put down over 500 and victory was hers, along with a wish.

Given our history, I wasn't overly concerned when said, "go put your clothes in the bathroom and come back naked." I just wondered which chore I would be performing in the buff. I was surprised; however, to find Denise wearing her short black silk robe and her hair let down when I returned. My curiousity peaked when she pulled a black silk scarf from her nightstand.

"Lie down on the bed, face up," she instructed. I silently complied

My question as to whether she stripped before she put the robe on was quickly answered when she straddled me. I could feel how wet she was.

"Give me your hands," she ordered. I did as I was told. She promptly tied them together around the middle bedpost.

"That's to make sure you behave yourself," she said with an evil grin.

She slowly started pulling at the tie of the robe, her smile turning to a smolder. She began to rock back and forth, spreading her wetness across me. Tantalizingly slowly, the robe came off. Her beautiful breasts, nipples erect, were begging to be touched. She gracefully tossed the robe to the floor.

To my dismay, it was her hands instead of mine that were exploring her breasts. With a feather-light touch, she brushed her fingers across them, stopping only to tease her nipples. Her eyes were locked with mine, and she didn't seem bothered by my breaking eye contact to watch the show she was performing.

She leaned forward and placed one hand on the bed. I could feel her hair dancing across my chest, teasing and tickling as she leaned in to whisper in my ear.

"Don't you wish you were inside me?" she asked, kissing my earlobe before sensuously sliding down and pressing her slit against my erection.

She took me in her hand and slid the tip the length of her slit, then slowly pushed the head in before climbing off me.

"You didn't think it would be that easy, did you?" She inquired, enjoying how badly I wanted her.

Kneeling between my legs, she again wrapped her hand around my shaft. Locking eyes with me, she swirled her tongue across the tip and all around the head. Placing her hand flat against me, she slowly licked from base to tip, eyes locked the whole time. She parted her lips to take me all in and.......


I slammed my hand down to turn off the alarm. I rolled on to my back and felt the sheets damp with sweat. I pulled the covers back and found myself fully erect. Smiling, I walked down the hall, trying not to laugh at myself. And while the images were still fresh in my mind........


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