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Best Friends
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This is a story of romance and love; because of it's x-rated
material, this story should not be viewed by those under 21. If you
are not interested in romance and love, I advise you to look
elsewhere. Please also note that this is a work of fiction. None of
the persons depicted are real.
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BEST FRIENDS
Robert Ragona
Kim and I had practically grown up together, best friends the
whole way, even though she was two years younger than me (she was 18
at the time of this story, I was 20). The age difference never
bothered us; we were best friends. We shared everything, it seemed,
even out deepest secrets. Kim had an adorable personality--very sweet and
kind, extremely
polite and pretty shy. My parents adored her, and her parents adored
me. Kim was adorable to look at, too: she'd really developed when
she'd turned 16. An inch shy of five feet, she was slender and
curvaceous, long legged, with a smooth, flawless face made up of
really delicate, small features, wide brown eyes and long, dark lashes
that matched her long, wavy black hair. Kim's parents didn't plan to let
her date until she turned 18, so in the interim, I took her to dances and
things--her parents trusted me. Yet never once did I think of her
romantically...
Chapter 1 Shortly after she turned 18, both of Kim's parents were
killed in a car crash. Having no other immediate family in the area, my
parents took her in. There were problems right off, however, for her. Kim's
parents had owned a sizable share of a large corporation--enough that she
would be set for life. However, because of her age, she wouldn't be able to
take control of that share until she either turned 21 or got married. The
latter was possible, of course; for the time being, Kim's family lawyer had
gotten her temporary emancipated status, meaning she was free to make her own
decisions, but it was only temporary; within a month, she would have
to go to orphan's court, and it was pretty likely that, given the
circumstances, she would be turned over to her Uncle Roger. I had met Roger a
few times, and never liked him--he was a typical playboy type, a gambling
addict and a hard drinker. When Kim was little, he had tried to molest her--
a fact only she and I knew. She was terrified of being put in his care,
knowing what would happen.
All of this, coupled with her grief over losing her parents, was
tearing her apart. I spent every possible moment with her; we even
slept together (not sexually; we were both still virgins), where I
could comfort her. She cried a lot, which was understandable, and was
practically attached to me. It hurt me to see her hurt like that, and
I was desperate to help. As the month she had of emancipation drew to
an end, that desparation finally formed a plan. After discussing it with her
lawyer and my parents, we got married. It was nothing big--two inexpensive
wedding bands, a justice of the peace. We didn't even kiss. It was a "paper
marriage" to protect her, my way of showing that I loved her as my friend and
wanted to protect her. Except, I think, Kim had other ideas.
Chapter 2--Roger
It was hard thinking of Kim as my wife; I still held her when she
cried, as I always had, but there was none of the affection one would
expect from a married couple. We had agreed it would be that way--why
ruin a perfectly good friendship? As soon as she turned tewntyone we'd
anull it, and would be free from there. Or so, I thought. Two weeks after
the wedding, Roger showed up. As usual, he was an ass. Roger is a big guy,
tall but not really well-built, sort of average, but handsome (I'll let him
get away with that), thick black hair and a thick moustache, dark eyes. He
insisted the marriage was a farce, and as Kim's closest living relative,
sought to see it anulled. His basis was the marriage was fake, not even
consummated. It was enough to throw Kim into hysterics; while my father threw
him out of the house (sadly, not bodily), I took Kim up to my room and
tried to calm her down. It took hours to do that, and finally, she
fell asleep. ****** Sometime after midnight, I
felt her shaking me. "Ryan, wake up.
I need you to wake up." I opened my eyes to find her looking down at me.
She'd turned on the lamp on the nightstand, providing just enough light to
see. Her face was dry, passive, and she had an odd look in her eyes. I drew
her down next to me and held her close. She was trembling. "What is it? A
nightmare?" She shook her head. "No. Ryan, please, listen to me. Don't say
anything. Just listen, okay?" I nodded. She slipped her arms around
my neck, moving her head closer. "I love you, Ryan. Not just as my
friend, but more. I have for a long time. It isn't just because
we're married, or because of Roger. It goes way back, Ryan. I've
always loved you. You were always everything I could have ever
wanted. Do you understand?" I could only nod. I was shocked to hear it--but
I didn't know why. Kim was, I realized, everything I could ever want; I
actually dreamed of dating girls like her. Why had I never felt that way
about her? Maybe because I'd denied it. Because I had spent so much time
being her friend, her protector, that I had missed what was so special
about her. "I want to con...I want to make love to you, Ryan", she
whispered, shaking harder. "I want to...I want to have a child, too.
Your child. I know I'm young, but...oh Ryan, I don't ever want to
leave you!" She began to cry again, and I held her. She didn't cry long.
The whole time, I thought of what she had said--I didn't want to leave
her, either. I looked at her, at the soft beauty all her own, at the
delicate curve of her body. Yes, I did love her. Yes, I did want to
make love to her. And if it came down to it, I wanted her to have my
child. Somehow, I knew she'd be a good mother. That didn't matter at the
moment, however. I just wanted to make
her happy, to have her be happy--but most of all, to make this first
time special for her. Holding her close, I turned my head and kissed
her. She responded instantly, kissing me back, her lips parting
slightly, inviting me in. We held each other tight, just kissing for
a long time, nothing more. We were very much in love, now. Finally she
pulled away, slipping out of my arms to stand beside
the bed. She motioned me to get up. "Undress me", she said shyly. I felt a
rush, but I was also touched--she was surrendering to
me, putting her full trust in me. I took her and held her tight for a
moment, then gently undid the sleeve buttons of her maroon blouse,
moving to undo the rest. She was trembling again. When I stopped to
hold her, she shook her head. "Finish", she whispered. I undid the buttons,
leaving the blouse hang open, revealing just
a tiny flash of her bra underneath, covering her ample breasts. I
held her again, kissing the side of her slender neck, helping her to
relax while I pulled her blouse out of the waistband of her skirt.
Very gently, I slid it from her shoulders, then reached around and
undid the band of her bra. She blushed as I slid that away, too.
"Beautiful", I murmured, and they were. Round and firm, with
delicate pink nipples, very small. I cupped them gently in my hands,
smiling at her. She smiled back. We kissed again, deeply, Kim's hands moving
to remove my shirt next, then trailing over my chest. Then she stepped away,
and I undid the belt of her short denim skirt, sliding it down along with
her pantyhose, removing the whole of them along with her high heels.
At the same time she started on my pants. As I stood up, she kicked away the
skirt, hose and heels, lowering herself to her knees. She worked my pants
down and off, then drew down my underwear. She gasped a little at the sight
of my already erect penis (to be dirty, I was "hung" almost eight inches),
then, to my surprise, took it as far into her mouth as she could,
looking up at me expectantly. "Do you know what to do?", I asked, and she
shook her head slightly. I knew something of it; I'd read a few porn mags in
my time, so I explained what I could. She gave it her best shot, sucking
hard for a minute or so, then pulled off and stood up, shaking her
head. "I can't", she whimpered, and I held her, telling her it was
okay, she didn't have to. That calmed her down, and I lowered her to
the bed, kneeling between her spread legs. I was going to "eat her
out". "Ryan, no", she begged. "Not...not that. Roger did that to
me...when I was little. I don't like it. Please!" I nodded and sat up.
"Come here." I held out my arms and she sat up, letting me hold her. We
stayed like that for a while, then I lay back, moving her over me. "Are you
sure?", I asked. Kim nodded. I put my hands on her waist, gently moving her
over my erect penis. She guided it with one shaking hand to the opening of
her softly covered vagina and I lowered her, gently, until I saw her
face squinch with pain. "Look at me", I said softly, and gave her a smile.
She smiled back. I started talking to her, softly, telling her how much I
loved her, while lowering her slowly, letting her own weight carry her down.
I met her hymen and broke it easily; she hardly noticed. My words
were all she heard or felt, and then I was inside. Kim gasped at the
realization, then looked at me to tell her what came next. I knew I was
supposed to thrust, but not yet. "Does it hurt?", I asked. "A little", she
panted. "It's okay. I know it's supposed to and you would never hurt me."
"No. Never." I smiled at her again, lowering her back, moving
with her, staying deep inside. I began to kiss her mouth, softly,
then firmly, then her neck, caressing her breasts, then sucking softly
at her nipples, all the while grinding very slowly against her hips.
She began to moan, then pant as I moved faster, feeling her grow hot
and wet inside her tight vaginal canal. "Ryan...", she whimpered,
"what's...happening...to me?" "Shh, you're having an orgasm", I told her,
hoping I was right. "Just relax. It will feel good." We came together,
Kim's orgasm as wild and loud as my own. I collapsed on her, holding her
tight, and we kissed for a long time before I pulled out. She cried for a bit
after that, tears of joy for once, and then we slid under the covers and fell
asleep, cuddling on another.
CHAPTER 3 The next morning
I awoke to the sight of my beautiful young wife
laying next to me, peaceful and beautiful and innocent. I kissed her
softly, and she opened her eyes, giving me the warmest smile I had
ever seen on Kim's face. "How do you feel?", I asked. "Loved", she murmured,
and snuggled against me. Over the next few weeks, we made love often; my
parents were very aware (and, actually, pleased) of this; they were ecstatic
when, a month later, Kim came home from the doctor to announce she was
pregnant. We still had a long road ahead, of course. .
There was also the matter of Roger; he wasn't pleased until a gynecologist
testified that yes, Kim was pregnant and yes, had engaged in intercourse.
Roger was, of course, understandably pissed--he'd just lost the
best chance he'd had at getting rich (so he could gamble it away, of
course). In fact, that night, he showed up at the house, ranting and
raving. "Fucking cunt!", he shouted at Kim, storming in the door.
"Fucking slut! You fucking cheated me!" I stood in front of her,
protectively, and faced him down. He had a good head's height on me, but I
wasn't afraid; this was my wife and unborn child I was protecting. Besides,
he'd just given me the opportunity to kick his ass. With one swing to the
jaw I knocked him flat, then flipped him over and grabbed his belt, propelling
him toward the open front door.
With great joy, I kicked him hard in the ass and sent his sprawling
out into the street. Sputtering, he ran off, and I hoped it was the
last we would ever see of him. Then I turned and took my young wife in my
arms, holding her close. If you enjoyed this text file and would like to see
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