Almost flat coed girl getting nailed on the couch

A first time to last a lifetime as friends become lovers.

“What has gotten into you girl?” Debbie Rankin sat alone in the sporadic shade of a young willow on the bank of the Mississippi River talking to herself. “One minute you’re feeling great joking with Mike and the other guests—though why anyone would want to have an outdoor wedding in August is still beyond me. Then all of a sudden it’s like someone turned on all the bad vibes in the world.”

She’d been gazing unseeing at a tanker heading slowly downstream. Now she had to squeeze her eyelids shut to keep from crying. She felt angry and weepy and incredibly stupid for not knowing why. Propping her head against the tree truck she tried to come up with an answer.

Mike her oldest friend and a self-confessed “nice guy” was helping lug wedding stuff back to the cars parked on the other side of the levee while she waited for Linda and Frank to emerge from wherever they were hiding. Recently engaged themselves they’d slipped off during the “hippie” style ceremony.

“Bullshit not thy own self ” she said quoting one of Mike’s favorite sayings. The thing was she had a hunch there was more to her bad mood than just that shit-eating grin on Melinda’s face right after the Chief Boo-Hoo of the Neo-Anthro Church said she and Harvey were husband and wife.

Debbie felt certain the real downer was this spot. Somewhere around here Mike had kissed her last spring—okay make that she’d kissed him. But he returned the kiss thank God. Debbie wasn’t sure her battered ego could have taken another rejection.

She’d felt so incredibly crappy that day. When the guy you’ve been dating for over a year who you’re pinned to who always seemed like such a non-demanding gentleman dumps you for another guy it can be a little depressing. “Face it Debbie old girl ” she muttered “for someone who’s supposed to be so damn good looking you’ve got a lousy track record with guys.”

After she’d talked Mike’s ear off about her latest romantic disaster he’d arrange a party here on the levee to get her out of the blues. Two days later three girl friends invaded her room. Saying she’d been in bed all day which was true they’d forced her to get up and ignoring her protests made her put on some clothes and come with them.

At first she tried to be a good sport and get into the spirit of the party. But the laughter and good times only annoyed her. After a few beers some cheap wine and a little weed she was feeling slightly drunk maybe a little stoned but definitely more miserable than ever. Not wanting to be a wet blanket she grabbed a beer and wandered away.

As the light from the bonfire dimmed she found a small sanctuary of willows and driftwood near the riverbank. That’s where Mike found her a few minutes later sitting behind a big log crying.

Without saying a word he sat down beside her. There was a light cool breeze coming off the river. When she shivered he put an arm around her shoulders and pulled her close. With a sob that was a mixture of despair and release she laid her head on his chest and cried until she ran out of tears.

As her breath began to even out she noticed the front of his old dress shirt was soaked. Fascinated she gently ran a fingertip across the damp cloth. He’d come to be with her to comfort her and in return she’d drenched his shirt with tears and probably covered it with mascara.

She lifted her head and looked up at him. Even in the dim moonlight she could make out his familiar comforting smile and immediately felt better.

He’d always been there close and caring whenever she needed a friend needed a shoulder to cry on just like tonight. Because because he loves me. A new emotion suddenly swept over her a sensation that had nothing to do with friendship. She no longer just needed Mike—she wanted him.

Slipping both hands behind his neck she pulled his face to hers. Tilting her head she began kissing her best friend.

When their lips finally parted they looked at one another. There was an uncertain questioning expression on Mike’s face. Debbie found herself praying he wouldn’t be sensible or cautious or even worse make a joke. Damn it Mike just kiss me. Please. Then he slowly leaned forward and began kissing his best friend.

At some point it occurred to her that Mike was a very good kisser. In a strange sort of way it made her proud to know her best friend was so gifted.

The next time their lips separated Mike started to say something. It was going to be about how they should stop she was sure of that and sure he was right. They’d have to do that soon but not now not just yet. Before he could say anything she snuggled closer and pulled him back onto her waiting mouth.

After that the kisses became more intense and the touches more intimate. She felt Mike’s hand slip beneath her sweatshirt. When it made contact with bare skin she shivered with pleasure. The smooth sensuous pressure seemed to ease the anguish in her body. His fingers took possession of her breast. The feeling was incredible and she heard herself moan softly while arching her back to meet his touch.

She felt loved and wanted and safe. This was Mike who cared for her who was always there when she needed a friend who she could count on to do what was best. And in the back of her mind she began wondering if he would decide what was best included their making love.

Releasing her throbbing nipple he slowly slid his fingers down her torso until they reached her jeans. When he started fumbling with the zipper she was certain he’d decided they would make love. But just when it began to yield he stopped.

Their tongues continued to dance from mouth to mouth but Mike’s fingers remained motionless. She felt his big body sag and then noticed that his hand was moving up from her waist. He paused to let his fingertips caress first one breast then the other. It was a gentle searching motion as if trying to memorize their texture shape and warmth. After a last soft parting touch he slid his hand around to the small of her back.

With an unsettling mixture of relief and regret she understood he’d decided their making love wasn’t what was best. The kissing continued but now it was with increasing affection and decreasing passion. He was she realized letting them both gradually come down from their physical and emotional high.

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Something was gently shaking her shoulder. Confused she opened her eyes and looked around. Instead of moonlight the afternoon sun was shining off the river. And instead of Mike caressing her body he was kneeling beside her and grinning. “You’ve got to tell me what you were dreaming about lady.”

“None of your business mister ” she said while yawning and stretching. To give her mind more time to re-enter the here-and-now she located her purse pulled out a compact and studied her make-up in the small mirror. “Why do you think I was dreaming anyway? Maybe I was just deep in thought.”

“I doubt it. The thing is before I started my beast of burden number you looked awake and about like you did back when we were kids and old Jeff the natural born tomcat went one-on-one with a log truck and lost. When I finally came dragging my weary bones back your mouth was wide open. That’s always a sure sign you’ve nodded off and you had this dumb happy look on your face. So what were you dreaming about?”

Debbie looked at her best friend and gave him a big I-know-a-secret-and-you-don’t smile. “You’re right I really was feeling rotten. But I had this dream that was all romantic and mushy with lots of heavy breathing and I feel a lot better now.”

As Mike begged for details she reached out and let him help her up. She playfully mussed his dark wavy hair. What she hadn’t mentioned was that the dream did a lot more than just get her out of a bad mood—it had reminded her just how much she’d fallen in love with Mike Floyd her life-long best friend who if she had her way would soon be a whole lot more.

Sure they hadn’t so much as held hands since then and he’d started dating that slut Rene Landry. Debbie had been trying to break them up all summer but she’d told herself it was because she despised Rene and knew the little tramp would be so bad for Mike. This was different. Before that dream she’d wondered if she loved Mike. Now that was no longer an issue.

A classically beautiful redhead with a tall graceful body she was sure that if everything else were equal Rene although admittedly cute and sexy would have been no competition. The problem was everything wasn’t equal. Debbie knew Mike so well she could practically name the day Rene first let him “seduce” her. And since she was the type who’d put out like a soda machine if it was in her interest and since she was very interested in hooking up with Mike he was probably getting all the action he could handle. If Rene hadn’t been out of town this weekend he might not have even come to the wedding.

Even worse she might be a homecoming queen fraternity sweetheart and all that jazz but apparently Mike still thought of her as the skinny kid he’d walked with to junior high. Even going skinny-dipping with him earlier this summer didn’t seem to change his view of her. So if she wanted him the next time they kissed and she’d make sure that happened soon there’d be no stopping—she’d also make sure of that.

Debbie looked up and down the shoreline. “Where do you think Linda and Frank are?”

“Out of sight.”

Shaking her head she walked with Mike over to the sun bleached driftwood log where he’d left their stuff. “Thanks for the help Joe Friday ” she said sitting on the smooth warm wood.

Taking a seat beside her Mike grinned “I think of myself more as the suave sophisticated private eye type.”

“Well I think of yourself as nuts and before you say it I know birds of a feather flock together.”

“Takes one to know one I’ve always heard. Of course I’ve also heard that opposites attract. So you pays your money you takes your pick.”

“Seriously do you think they’re all right?”

Mike nodded lit a cigarette and handed it over. “They’re in love remember? If one of ‘em had fallen in the other would be raising all kinds of hell.”

Oh that’s a real comfort.”

After taking a puff she studied the cigarette. “Weren’t we going to quit these things?”

“We did ” he replied placing the pack back in his shirt pocket. “It was our end-of-semester resolution but it only applies when we’re home.”

After lighting his own cigarette he pointed to a spot a couple hundred yards away near the river. “Now as for our non-smoking lovebirds they’re probably hiding in that little thicket and doing God knows what sort of disgusting things. You wanna sneak up and take a peek?”

Debbie shook her head and laughed “Of course not.” Gesturing toward the same clump of trees she asked “Is that the place you know where we…. I mean is that the place?”

When Mike glanced at her Debbie could actually feel herself blushing. After what seemed like an eternity he grinned and gestured toward the spot. “You’re asking me if that’s the place where we made out like a couple of wild weasels?”

“Well yes.”

“Well no. That happened back in the spring. The water was a lot higher back then. We’d have needed scuba gear to do anything over where those two are no doubt carrying on.

“The hallowed ground in question a sacred place forever etched in my memory is upstream from here ” he said twisting around and pointing north. “You’ve gotta look back from where dat ‘Old Man River’ is rolling along now. See that big pile of brush and logs at the foot of those skinny willows? It was just above the shore back then and made a perfect nighttime hideout.”

Debbie had turned around and was silently studying the spot. When she spoke it was in a low hesitant voice. “Mike this is a little embarrassing but why didn’t you well why did you stop?”

Without getting up Mike swung his legs over the log and faced upriver. After glancing at Debbie he gazed at the spot. “Something just told me it wasn’t the right time or place or thing to do. God knows I didn’t want to stop and it damn near gave me the bends ” he said giving her a rueful grin.

“But you mean a lot to me lady a whole lot and I didn’t want to risk losing my best friend. It might be different if we were in love you know romantically. But were not and I guess I was afraid we might not be able to keep on being friends like we’ve always been if we well made love.”

“I knew that was what you’d say. And you’re right I suppose. But I still feel guilty. After all I’m the one who started it so it’s kind of my fault you got the bends.”

“No complaints lady. You were ripped bummed out and very vulnerable. And don’t forget the party was my dumb idea. I’m just glad I happened to notice you wandering away. Besides if it hadn’t happened I might never have known my best friend’s such a great kisser.”

“Your saying that is so far out because while we were kissing I was thinking the same thing about you.”

Before he could reply Debbie continued “Damn but life would be so much simpler if we weren’t such good friends. I mean the thing is our being good friends has gotten us so screwed up we can’t…. Well we can’t even screw—and it seems like everybody’s doing that nowadays.

Mike nodded and flipped away his cigarette. “Right as usual superstar Debbie. The way I figure it our problem is we’re the last of the unrepentant unreconstructed hopeless southern romantics. We belong in 1868 not 1968. Someone should have kept us from reading Ivanhoe when we were kids and I know we’ve read and seen “Gone With the Wind ” way too many times.

“But instead of a great romance what we got was two old friends who were so smashed one night they started making out. And while it was a helluva lot of fun at least for me that probably doesn’t qualify as a great romance.”

“So what do we have?”

“We like each other. That’s what we have. At least it’s what I have. Because in my own weird way I do love you Deborah Nicole Rankin. You’re very special to me maybe even more now that we’ve kissed and that’s something I don’t ever want to lose.”

They gazed at one another until Debbie noticed he was biting his lower lip. Surprised she looked out at the river and tried to think. Mike only did that when he was nervous and unsure what to do. So if she wanted him as more than just her best friend and she did she’d have to make the first move and pray it worked.

Taking a deep breath she got up from the log and moved in between Mike’s outstretched legs. Wrapping her fingers around the back of his neck she whispered “You’re right Michael Henry Floyd we do like each other a whole lot and it does feel very very good. But since that night we kissed I haven’t been able to think of you as just a friend. You mean a lot more to me now a whole lot more. So what I want to know what I need you to tell me is whether I’ve become more to you than just a friend.”

A startled look flashed across Mike’s features. Then he slid his arms around her slender waist and pulled her close. “You always did have more guts than me. Deb I fought falling in love with you all summer. And believe me the night we went skinny-dipping I damn near lost. But now I surrender unconditionally. Lady I love you so much it hurts.”

“Oh Mike I love you too ” said Debbie as she wrapped her arms around him.

They held each other close kissing slowly their lips giving testimony to their new relationship. When the kiss finally ended it seemed by mutual consent. As Debbie stared into Mike’s eyes she began unbuttoning her blouse. When it fell open she took his hands in hers and gently pressed the palms against her breasts. “You know me I never do anything half-way. So if you want me I’m yours now and forever. But I’m greedy Mike. I want all of you all the time for all time.”

Mike nodded. The deal had been struck. He was hers she was his and Rene was history. Nodding toward the spot where they first kissed she said “Let’s go over there and pick-up where we left off. Only this time if you really love me if you want me don’t you dare stop.”

A smile slowly spread across his face. “Best idea I’ve heard in this lifetime.” His fingers gently rolled her hard nipples and for a moment Debbie forgot how to breathe. Mike’s voice seemed to come from a fog. “Just one thing. I want you forever not just now. So Debbie will you marry me?”

“Oh my God yes ” she cried throwing herself back into his arms. They hugged until she leaned back and laughed. “Where’d that stupid preacher the Boo-Hoo where’d he go?”

“We don’t need him or anyone else Deb. In every way that really counts we’re already married. Now please hush so I can kiss my bride.” Cradling her head in his hands he sealed their union with a long gentle kiss. When their lips parted he looked at her smiled “Now let’s go find that spot.”

They walked over arm-in-arm and then by unspoken agreement took turns undressing each other. Neither wanted anything between them for what both sensed was their destiny and knew was their desire. Behind the pile of driftwood Mike spread their clothes on the smooth sandy soil creating a makeshift pallet.

When he turned to face her Debbie stepped forward and pressed her nude body against his. The feel of his flesh against hers knowing they were about to make love that this man loved her and that she’d be in his arms for the rest of her life—it was all so overwhelming Debbie began to cry. Why hadn’t she realized how much she loved Mike? And how close had she come to losing him?

To Mike’s credit he didn’t make a joke. Instead he held her close and softly stroked her long red hair until the emotional storm began to pass. Before she could say something about feeling dumb for crying he placed a fingertip on her lips and gently eased her down.

Mike already had her heart and even her soul now he began to touch to kiss to take possession of her body. When his lips encircled her nipple and he began to suck she felt her body rising to meet his mouth. Her legs opened to him the moment his fingers brushed over her silken pubic hairs.

A finger slipped inside her body and Debbie gasped with pleasure. She felt his lips leave her breast and trace a path down her torso. When Mike’s tongue replaced his finger a jolt of passion raced through her body. His tongue was soon doing fantastic things. She trembled and heard herself moaning Mike’s name. Moments later her hips jerked upward as a powerful orgasm exploded from deep inside her writhing figure.

It was incredible—like nothing she’d ever experienced. But it wasn’t enough. She wanted Mike inside her. And she wanted him there now.

“Please Mike ” was all she could say while reaching down for him. He nodded and let her guide him into position between her long outstretched legs.

“Lady I do love the way you lend a helping hand. And I know this is our first time. But I bet if we practice a whole lot someday I may be able to get there all by myself.”

Debbie laughed “You idiot. Damn but I love you so much. Now please let’s start practicing.”

For just a moment they looked into each other’s eyes sharing the moment knowing the significance of what they were about to do. Then their hips moved toward one another and the bodies of the two old friends fused into one new being.

They worked together in a harmony of love and passion. Debbie’s joy felt overwhelming. Her body thrilled to the feel of Mike s hardness. For her there was no time other than this moment no man other than this one the man she’d known all her life the man she loved so much the man who was now taking her towards the brink of total ecstasy.
Desire need lust longing plus totally unrestrained love pounded through every fiber of her being. The sound of Mike’s breathing the smell of his after-shave the way his hair was mussed it all seemed so familiar. And yet everything was different.

The body she’d known all her life had wrestled with as a kid had danced with in high school was now naked and entwined with hers. But the real difference was Mike being inside her uniting their bodies in a way she’d never imagined before the night they first kissed. She wanted nothing more than to keep making love with Mike Floyd for the rest of the day and then for the rest of her life.

Another wave of passion soon began building within her until it finally broke in a long exquisite orgasm. Although stunned by the erotic explosion her mind and body were still in synch with the rhythm of Mike’s movements.

As she reeled from the force of her own climax Mike began slamming into her with almost savage thrusts. He moaned “Oh Deb ” and buried himself deep inside her trembling body.

She luxuriated in the feel of his shaft throbbing in time with her own excited pulse. When his body finally relaxed Debbie pulled him close and wrapped him in her arms.

They lay together spent and happy their moist bodies tangled in a lover s knot savoring their first moment of shared post-coital bliss. Debbie would have been willing to lie there all day just looking up into the clear late afternoon sky while holding Mike in her arms. But the moment ended when someone yelled for them.

“Hey where’d y’all go?”

The driftwood that protected their hiding place from prying eyes also blocked their view. However Debbie recognized the voice of her cousin Linda. Apparently she and Frank had finished their own lovemaking.

“We’re over here ” shouted Debbie.

“Where’s over here and just what are you two doing?” There was a note of uncertainty in Linda’s voice. For years she’d tried to talk Debbie into making some sort of move on Mike. Before now she’d known only failure.

Mike turned his head and yelled “Tell us what y’all were doing first.”

Debbie could almost see Frank grinning as he said “Oh you know this and that.”

“Well this and that is exactly what we’ve been doing ” said Mark.

“Are you serious?” The tone of Linda’s voice was a mixture of excitement and incredulity. “I mean the two of you have you really been doing it?”

“We’re getting married.” Debbie’s announcement brought a squeal of pleasure from Linda.

“She’s wrong ” said Mike. He turned and looked down at Debbie who grinned back. She knew exactly what he was about to say. When he spoke again his voice was just loud enough to let Linda and Frank eavesdrop. “We’re already married. Husband and wife it’s even been consummated the whole nine yards. We just haven’t gotten around to a wedding ceremony.”

“That’s us ” said Debbie. “We’ve gone from being old friends to being an old married couple.” She wrapped her arms around Mike’s neck and tried to pull his head down to hers.

Before she could get his mouth within reach Mike said “Hey Frank you engaged young people make yourselves comfortable. Us old married folks have some more consummating to take care of.”