Karly had been having a rough go. Work was stressful and she felt that couldn't get away from it - even me, her best friend, was having trouble taking her mind off things.

"I'm so tired. Can I just come over and nap?" She'd asked on the phone.

"Yeah of course. I'm just gaming, and my computer is right beside my bed - that's not gonna bug you?"

"No. I just don't wanna be alone." There was an odd edge to her voice I'd only heard a few times before - usually after we'd been out dancing. I'd never been able to figure out what it was, despite our years of friendship.

"Yeah of course, mi casa etc etc." I said back, already going back to work on my computer.

"Yay!" She sounded genuinely excited and relieved at the same time. I had been worried about her - she hadn't been sleeping well, so it was nice I was going to be able to help, even in a small way.

I didn't notice when she'd arrived at my house, so engrossed was I in my game, until she knocked lightly at my bedroom door. I paused my game and swung my chair around.

My breath caught. Even dishevelled and sleep deprived, she was so beautiful. She'd started to grow her dark hair out, and it framed her perfect features in ways that paintings would envy.

I'd never told her that I found her beautiful, or that I was crazy about her - I'd been content thus far with being her friend. Or, at least - that's what I'd convinced myself.

There was a tense moment between us, as her own breathing seemed to hitch for a moment. "Hope I'm not interrupting," she said, her voice raspy with that odd edge once again. What is that tone?

I swallowed. "Nah, nah. Just, ya know. Rotting my brain." She grinned in response to my statement. "You and me both," she said as she waved her Switch. She couldn't sleep without playing Zelda first.

"Well, if you're tired, there's no need for chitchat - jump in," I said, waving my hand towards my bed. Karly's shoulders slumped with relief - she appreciated clear and direct instructions, especially in these socially grey situations. She's probably a good little sub, and she'd beg you for -

Couldn't let that thought get too far, or I'd have to hide my erection from her - it wouldn't be the first time, but in these close quarters I didn't like my chances for success. I let out a deep breath, trying to slow down my racing heart.

"What's wrong?" Karly asked, stopping herself from getting into bed and looking at me with wide eyes. As if she's in trouble; poor girl, she's so strung out. "Nothing, nothing - just relaxing." I tried keeping the huskiness out of my voice, with little success - even I could hear it.

She gulped, then dropped her beautiful hazel eyes and nodded, silently getting into bed. Is her chest heaving, too? I shook my head like a dog ridding its ears of water. Don't go down this road. She's your friend. Just enjoy that.

I turned back to my game while she got settled in, facing away from me. Shortly after, I heard the telltale sound of her game starting up, accompanied by the rustle of sheets and...a moan?

"You alright?" I asked, a chuckle in my voice. "Yeah," she responded sheepishly, "just...settling in."

The next half hour passed in companionable silence, as we each enjoyed our own activities. Even though we weren't directly interacting, just her presence was warm, and instilled a calm in me that was so often missing - at least when she wasn't around.

It's not all warmth and calm, though, is it? How often have you pictured her writhing beneath you, lost to pleasure? How often have you thought about what she must taste like, what her warm, tight cunt would feel like as it gripped -

I almost growled out loud as I tried to cut off the line of reasoning. Usually, I would have relieved the sexual pleasure myself before she came over, but the last couple of days had been very busy and her visit had been surprising enough that I didn't think to do it beforehand.

Just as I was inhaling to let out another pressure relieving sigh, there was a rustle under the sheets. I looked over; she had put down her Switch, and her hands were busy under the blankets.

My pulse immediately skyrocketed. "What's up?" I asked, adrenaline making me respond predictably - I felt my pants tighten as I instantly became hard.

"I'm too hot," she said, continuing her wiggling under the blankets, and a moment later, her pants emerged from under the blanket. "Do you mind?" she asked, looking over her shoulder.

It took me several moments to respond. "No. No, of course not. Make yourself comfortable."

She smiled, and the wriggling resumed; shortly after, her shirt had disappeared as well. I could just make out her bare shoulders peeking above the blanket as her back was still to me. Karly turned around again, an odd little smile still on her lips. "Good night...or, ya know."

"Yeah," I chuckled in response. "Sweet dreams."

More wiggling ensued, and I heard her Switch power down as she settled into bed. I took a deep, but silent, breath, and tried once again to control my desire for her.

Something has to give. You've wanted her since the moment you set eyes on her.

So what? She's my friend.

Take her.

The command resonated in my mind. I shook my head, trying to clear it, but my supposedly higher reasoning instead just supplied all of the late night drunken talks we'd had about each other's...preferences. How, one night, when she was particularly drunk, she'd admitted to having several vivid rape fantasies.

My cock was so hard I thought it might burst through my pants.

I turned back to my game for several minutes, my heart hammering. Needless to say, I went on a losing streak for quite a few rounds, but it did accomplish the intended purpose of distracting me (albeit poorly) for long enough that the thunder in my ears had calmed slightly.

Deciding to give it up, I closed the game and turned to the bed.

Karly's chest rose and fell peacefully as she'd passed into slumber. I saw this clearly, as she'd rolled on to her back, and the sheet had been pulled down - revealing her small, but perfectly formed, breasts.

Her nipples were pierced, and looked unbelievably enticing. I imagined what the metal of the barbells would taste like, would feel like, as I ran my tongue over them. It was several moments before I realized that I was stroking myself through my pants, a low growl forming in my throat before I cut it off.

Suddenly, Karly stirred with a slight moan. My blood ran cold and I froze in place, hand still on my crotch.

Eyes still closed, she rolled until she was turned away from me; the blanket came with her, and her entire back was exposed - including the perfect shape of her ass, barely contained by her cream colored panties.

God, how often I'd thought about that ass. I'd seen it on occasion, when we'd been swimming together, but this was different. The panties had clung to the top sheet of the bed, and the cleavage of her cheeks was visible behind the strained fabric. It was unintentional, not meant to be enticing, and that was what made it so unbelievably erotic.

Take her.

I was standing, which my body had decided to do without consulting me.

She might get cold, I told myself, which was why I was suddenly kneeling on the bed. My hand found the edge of the blanket...and I hesitated, my eyes drawn down to her ass once more.

My hand left the edge of the blanket and moved down to lightly caress her ass. What the fuck are you doing, I asked myself, and withdrew it. You need to leave. I even stood up slowly, so as not to wake her. I was ready to leave.

But I didn't. I couldn't.

My pants and my underwear came off in one go, and I stepped out of them while my hand found myself.

I'll just jerk off, and that will be that.

I knew it was a lie even as I told myself it; before long I was kneeling on the bed again, my hand running up and down myself.

Every part of her was perfection. Even her back looked like it was sculpted with an inviting softness, and the curve of her ass would have started wars in the olden days. I stroked myself with one hand, and the other quested between her legs, finding the gentle fold of her sex through the sheer material of her panties.

Another little squirm and a tiny moan escaped her. I froze once again - but she settled back in.

I brought my fingers to my nose and inhaled.

Fuck.

Her scent was intoxicating. A musk that hit my hindbrain like a truck.

I gave in.

I leaned over and pulled her panties to the side, taking just half a heartbeat to inhale her scent, before I drove my tongue in between her legs.

Her taste erupted in my mouth, and her hips immediately rolled as she moaned sleepily. Even from behind, my tongue found her rapidly swelling clit, and another moan escaped her, sharper this time.

I couldn't take it any more, and straightened up, lining my painfully erect cock up with her entrance.

She only had time to murmur a sleepy, "What?" before I drove myself inside her. Her warm, wet tightness enveloped my member.

Oh. My. God. I'd imagined how good it would be - thought about it so often, in fact, it was as if I had already fucked her - but it surpassed even my wildest fantasies. Like it was made with the exact specifications of my cock in mind.

Karly's eyes popped open and rolled back in her head immediately. "Oh, fuck," she whimpered, her voice husky with lust - and suddenly I placed that tone that had eluded me for so long.

I began thrusting, and her head whipped around to me, eyes fluttering open and going wide. "What are you doing?" She asked, panic and pleasure warring for control of her voice.

"What I've been thinking about forever," some part of me growled back, and the fury of my thrusts increased tenfold. She let out an involuntary moan and her eyes rolled back again. "Fuck...no, you need to stop. Please," but that last word contained more lust than regret.

I wanted to stop, but I just couldn't. She was perfection. She was everything I'd ever wanted. In that moment, she was all I could want. Nonetheless, I grabbed her throat.

"Do you really want me to stop?" I asked, ceasing my thrusts.

She opened her eyes, the wide orbs resting on me for several heartbeats. Then, seemingly involuntarily, her hips rolled and her eyelids fluttered. "Oh, fuck," she moaned.

"That's not a yes," I growled.

"No...I..." her hips rolled once again, and her hands reached up to clamp onto the arm holding her throat. "God, just fuck me. Please fuck me."

With a primal roar, I unleashed myself fully upon her, the slap of flesh on flesh mingling with our cries of delight. It wasn't long until she bucked under me and I felt the walls of her pussy convulse against my cock with such force that I almost popped out - but I fought to stay in.

She swung her leg over, and she regarded me, her eyes half lidded. "Please don't stop, daddy," she begged, and I resumed. I angled my hips so that I was pounding her g spot with the tip of my cock, and once again, she began convulsing with orgasm.

Veins stood up in her neck and a guttural cry escaped her lips as she came. I growled with pleasure, and leaned down to kiss her. She returned the kiss passionately, and ran her tongue across my lips when I broke away.

"I can taste myself on you," she whimpered.

"Do you like it?" I growled, my eyes boring into hers. She nodded. "Good girl."

At those words, her mouth popped open and her hips rolled. "I'm your good girl," she purred, and a fire began building in my cock.

"Yeah? You're all mine?" I asked, feeling my own orgasm building.

"Yes, Daddy. All yours. Make it yours." She purred, her words made staccato by the rage of my thrusting.

"I'm gonna fill you," I grunted, and she smiled and moaned ecstatically.

The fire built to an inferno, and I couldn't hold it back any more. "I'm gonna fuckin' cum," I choked out.

"Yes, Daddy. Give it to me. Please."

It was the "please" that did it.

I erupted inside her, feeling her pussy shudder as she took it in. I couldn't help but bury myself to the hilt as I finished, and I saw her neck veins bulge as she uttered the strangled cry of her orgasm.

"Fuck," I whispered, my chest heaving. "Fuck," she echoed, a slight smile appearing once again on her lips.

I thrust again, experimentally. Usually, once I came, I was done and dusted. However, something felt different this time.

She looked down and arched an eyebrow.

"Feel like fucking me while I'm awake this time?"

I grinned, and I'm sad to say that Karly didn't get much more sleep that afternoon...