My dearest friend,
I wanted to write this letter to let you know I haven’t forgotten. It’s been ten years already. Ten years since we graduated from the university and went on our separate ways, to our separate futures––ten years since that incredible night.
I’m married now, and so are you. But we weren’t then. We’d become best friends over those four years in school, close friends, studying together, taking many of the same classes, sharing our dreams and hopes for the future. But we knew our careers would soon send us on different paths.
That last day was our goodbye. We met early on campus at the bench by the pond. Do you remember? Then just like all those nights when we crammed for exams, we tried to cram our friendship into lasting memories.
We walked through the campus one last time, holding hands, pointing at the gym where we raced in the pool and you beat me by climbing on my back, keeping me from touching the edge first (cheater!). The lecture hall where old man Simmons kicked us out for talking and laughing too loud, and the fountain we poured orange dye into on Halloween. I’ll bet they’re still trying to figure out who did it.
We ate our last dinner together at Toad Hall Pizza, had our last drinks at the Castle pub, then just walked around town. We could have gone to a club or something, but we didn’t want the crowd or the load music we’d have to scream over. Being alone together was everything we needed.
I miss those days, I miss you. I know I shouldn’t be saying that. I’ve been married now for 8 years, and I love her very much. But I can't forget that night, with our uncertain futures staring us down, when we suddenly felt the need to cling to what we had. A friendship that somehow on that final night expressed itself as something more––something special.
It was midnight when I walked you to your apartment. It was time. The day was gone. Your cab would be picking you up early so you could catch your flight home.
Then, remembering that my plane was leaving only an hour after your’s I said, “Wait, I could come over tomorrow morning and we could take the same cab to the airport.”
Your face lit up. “That would be great,” you said.
Almost like magic, your eyes, moistened by the thought that this was our last night, caught a glint of the street light. My eyes were wet too. We’d been talking all day, trying to hold off that final moment of goodbye.
Something changed in us. Something we should have seen in all those study sessions and shared classes. We were more than friends, but we were stupidly just discovering that on our last night together.
We stopped talking and starred into each others eyes, trying to memorize our faces, trying to memorize that moment. I’m not sure how long we stood there. It felt like time had frozen. I reveled in the unspoken words we were sending each other. A quiet understanding filled us.
I don’t know if it was the beer, the moonlight, or that glint in your wet eyes, but suddenly it seemed like the most natural thing to kiss you. It was like we had the same thought, leaning into each other, kissing lightly, then hugging and pressing our lips harder together as if that would hold back our futures and let us stay there, together, forever.
A tear fell down your cheek. I wiped it off and said goodnight. Turning to leave, I felt your hand grab mine. Without a word you pulled me back and walked me to your door. Neither of us spoke as you slowly slid your key into the lock, and pressed the door open.
Our silence continued down the hall and into your apartment.
Once inside I tried to speak, but you put a finger over my lips and hushed me to silence. I pushed you against the wall. Our kiss was instantly passionate and deep. Our bodies pressed together. My arousal was beginning to harden. I pulled back, not wanting to rush, needing to make the night last.
I walked you to the couch. We necked like a couple of teenagers. Then, finally, like a signal going off in our heads at the same time, I reached for the buttons of your blouse and you reached for my belt.
We finally realized how starved we’d been for each other, and how hungry we suddenly were to satisfy a desire we’d allowed to boil just under the surface.
You pulled you blouse off. I stood and stepped out of my pants. Your long hair flowed around your breasts that were barely hidden behind a thin bra.
I carried you in my arms while you hugged me, kissing my neck. Standing you next to the bed, I kneeled, removing your shoes. I kissed you through your jeans, undid the button, pulled open the zipper, and tugged at the waistband, until they slipped down your legs and tumbled to the floor.
You stepped out of them. The bra fell next. There, in front of me, with only your panties hiding it was your secret place. The one kept hidden from me by our friendship all those years. That night we became more than friends as my tongue worked its way past the edge of your panties, reaching under them to find your soft lips.
You held my head and slowly humped against my face as I tasted you. My hands squeezed your bottom, soft moans urging me on.
I pulled the panties down, then, standing on one leg you rested the other over my shoulder, presenting yourself completely to me. The sight of your pussy, with its closely trimmed hair and full moist lips, stiffened me as I plunged my tongue into you.
You answered with a sigh, moving your mound up and down as I explored your folds, gently caressed your clit, and returned to enter you again. Over and over I moved my mouth on you, teasing you with my tongue and listening to your breaths draw quicker, your moans grow louder. I stayed on my knees, completely focused on your needs, sucking, feeling your desire rise. Then you came, calling out my name, flooding my face as your orgasm exploded.
You removed your leg, lifted me up. As I stood, you pulled off my shirt, then stroked my erection, kissed your way down my body, and pressed your lips against the cloth covering my desire for you. Grabbing the waist band with your teeth you pulled my underpants down. My cock fell on your forehead. You giggled, then took me in your mouth––sucking and sliding your lips down my shaft. Then you pulled off me and moved your tongue up and down the underside of my penis––your fingers lightly tickling my balls. Opening your mouth, you plunged your head down on me, taking my full length. You grasped my bottom, pulled your head back, sucked the head of my cock and then, forming a tight hole with your lips, pushed me back into you.
I felt the tension building, the mounting desire beginning to take me over. I pulled out, not wanting our love making to end so soon.
I stood you up and pushed you onto the bed. Once again burying my face into your pussy and feeling my cock sink into your warm mouth.
Then, turning, facing each other, you grabbed hold of me, moving my cock up and down your wet slot. Masturbating with it as if it were a toy.
I felt you move me to your opening, waiting for me to take you. I looked into your eyes as you held me there, both of us knowing how much we were giving each other, how much we were taking from each other, how much we wanted each other. That moment, while I held still, I realized with one thrust I would be forever sealing a deeper understanding between us.
I pressed down, feeling the head enter you. You arched you back, tilting your head back, gasping as I sank into you. It felt like my very soul had been captured, surrounded in your warm, wet desire.
Deep, dark eyes, still moist with sadness but mixed with joy, burned into mine. I always knew you were beautiful, but there, on that night, you were beyond beauty. I was inside the most passionate, sexual, alluring woman I’d ever known. The same woman who’d sat beside me in class, the same I’d studied with, and yet different. Like seeing you for the first time, knowing you for the first time, and desiring you like I should have long ago.
I let myself sink deeper into you. You raised your hips to meet me. I paused briefly, then, while looking into each others eyes, I slowly withdrew letting the walls of your cunt feel the texture of my shaft sliding outward. But I didn’t remove myself entirely. I held still with only the head of my shaft in you. We smiled at each other, a single tear crept from my eye, then I pressed into you again.
Our tongues played as I moved in you, our passions building closer to climax. I stopped, you kept moving under me wanting to cum. But I pulled out, moved down and sucked on your breasts, lightly nibbling at each nipple, licking and sucking, feeling them rise to my touch.
You slid down under me, once again grasping my cock and rubbing it on your swollen, moist lips––umping at me, silently begging me to enter you.
I think you saw in that moment how captured I was by you, every fiber of every muscle poised to take you, and every beat of my heart driven by my desire for you.
You were so wet, so ready. The time for gentleness was over. The heat in your eyes matched my animal passions.
I drove deep into you, pounding faster, the rising and falling of your hips matching my thrusts. We rolled over, you sat up, straddling me, moving like a belly dancer, feeling every movement of my cock inside you. Humping on me, your fingers digging into my chest, we rolled again and I was back on top thrusting, totally taken by the sounds of your mounting desire.
We rolled over still again, this time falling off the bed. I fell out of you as we hit the carpet. We laughed, and wrestled. You pretended to resist, fighting me off playfully. I pinned you down and plunged back into you.
Your whole body shuttered in fast spasms as you screamed your pleasure. The orgasm tightened your cunt around me making my movements in and out so intense, so overpowering, that I exploded within you, thrusting harder, growling, losing all sense of caution, pounding until every ounce of me emptied into you.
One more thrust, then, holding myself deep in you, I paused, our eyes met drinking in this wonderful moment before I finally pulled out and lay by your side.
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We slept for awhile in each other’s arms covered only by the sheet. Somewhere in the early hours I felt the bed move and once again your mouth on my cock. We sucked and licked at each other, holding our orgasms off for as long as possible. Until, once again, I came inside you and you flooded my face with you pounding orgasm.
That morning we showered together, dressed. I ran to my place and quickly packed, then got back just as your taxi pulled up. We sat in the back seat, holding hands but not talking.
I felt a dull, lonely ache building in my chest. We checked in at the gate then sat together waiting for your flight to load. Your head resting on my shoulder, my arm around you.
Finally the boarding call came. “Come with me,” you said. “Come with me,” I replied. But we knew our lives were headed down different paths.
We embraced for the last time. You turned and walked to the gate, not looking back. I stayed at the window, watching your plane take off and didn’t leave until it disappeared into the clouds. Then, turned and headed for my flight, taking me away from you.
I have a good life now, a happy one. I hope you do too. But there has always been, and always will, be a place in my heart reserved only for you.
I just wanted to let you know I have never forgotten those years in college, that last day together, or that night when we said our goodbyes in the most intimate, passionate way possible.
So, once again, goodbye my dearest.
