Dedication
For the insecure one's who can't take a leap of faith
To the friend zoned souls, wishing, praying, hoping, preying
To best of friends harbouring unsatisfied carnal desires
For romantic readers who fancy the thrill of intimacy, expressed , displayed and told of in ecstatic rawness
A life to you, story to them and memory to keep. This one is for you. Enjoy, feel and live this moment in fullness.
Prologue
Today she wept,
Thrilled he made her so wet,
Obliging she braced for his fullness,
The spread of her hip,
The teases of her mould by his tip,
Throbs in heart, she reached out to feel,
Then he left, just unceremoniously left, her craving, intimate fires burning,
Today she dreamt, today the dream occured again....
Millie, groaned and rubbed the vibrator softly over her wet core under the sheets, sending ecstatic electric shivers all over her body.
She sneaked a hand under the huge t-shirt she preferred sleeping in, a gift from him, and grabbed her full breasts in a scoop,
slowly teasing the hard erect nipples with her thumb, moaning softly in pleasure. She shivered lightly as a tickle of juices oozed from her wet cunt, making her aroused core wetter.
She lowered her hand from her titties, running the fingers softly over her belly, down to her bare, thick , chocolate thighs and finally settled at the mould of her sensitive core.
She teased the folds of her mould with the fingers, rubbing, opening them further to intently rub at the soft interior of her wet pussy.
She gasped, dipping a finger deep into her tightness, vibrator still in place working on her clit.
She started building a momentum, pulling the finger out, then back deeper in her core, faster with each pull and push, accompanied by pleasure groans as electrifying thrill swarmed her cunt.
She felt for the rubber dicked dildo, pushed it to her mouth and sucking at it while making it wet,
and with a loud groan of pain and pleasure, squeezed it halfway into her wet pussy walls.
She pulled the dildo out to the level of its dicky tip, then powerfully smashed it wholly back, deep into her cunt, stretching her walls.
She left it stay there for a few seconds, feeling, enjoying while vibrating her pussy lips up and down to the clit.
She held to the dildo, increasing the pace of the thrusts and making them faster, longer and deeper.
Smashing it to her pussy, pulling it out and smashing it back before recovering from previous thrusts.
She whimpered softly, biting her lip to suppress the moans, breathing heavily. She trembled in bed, shaking, gasping for air,
moaning in Cumming tears as she exploded in a huge spatter of juices and an intense organism.
She fell back in bed, feeling spent for the moment, breathing heavily while still drowning in her juices.
She grinned light headed, feeling the throb of her clit simmer down to a light satisfying beat, and slowly she drifted back to sleep.
Millie, woke up two hours later, lazily dragged her feet out of bed and hopped into a heated shower tub.
She took an extra hour in the shower, not in a hurry to be anywhere since it was a saturday, instead teasing her soft core flesh with the tip of her fingers,
feeling her thick thighs and full breasts in artistic admiration. She left the tub, donned a pair of booty shorts and a huge basketball t-shirt on top,
and left her room in the third floor of her parents mansion.
She headed down a spiral staircase to the kitchen in the ground floor for her breakfast.
She was feeling lazy for a saturday morning, opting to pour a glass of juice and what remained of her previous night's snacks.
Millie Johnson, was an only daughter to Mr and Mrs Johnson Davinci. The family, resided in the Wealthy Surburbs of Kiriani,
where only the most respected and wealthiest individuals in the metropolitan region could afford.
Her father, was an influential and seasoned lawmaker, holder of a senior administrative government job in the city.
Her mother, Mrs Johnson, was a renowned and respected lawyer, owner and CEO to The Johnson's Law Firm.
A highly rated and amongst the most successful law firms in the country.
Due to her parent's status quo, Millie could enjoy a wide range of privileges but she never took this to her advantage.
She fit in right in a regular highschool girl textbook theme and didn't carry the aura associated with rich kids.
She had just finished her seniors exams and was due to graduate from highschool in a weeks time, coincidentally two days after her 18th birthday.
She was thrilled at the prospects life would offer afterwards but was trying to keep calm.
She took slow deep sips of the refreshing juice, remembered something and cursed in a low sigh.
She fumbled in the pockets of her shorts, retrieved her mobile phone , unlocked the screen and smiled as his name popped up with a new message alert.
She reswitched to general from the silent mode, making a mental note to stop the bad habit of going silent at night, re-read the message again with a grin
, " Morning sunshine, I hope you woke up as beautiful though am pretty sure you still in bed.
Someone should treat you of this addiction as if you dream of heaven. Hope you still remember, 2.30 . Lots of love. Bigboy."
She cursed harder at her memory for having forgotten something so important, clicked on his contact and replied
," Heey Big boy, Someone seems to be in a good mood today, can't forget though been sleeping. See you then. Xoxo"
She wanted to comment on the dreams tease but refrained, not comprehending how she would inform him he was right and that she indeed had spasms of heavenly like dreams.
Only they were naughty and erotic , making them more like orgasmic, heaven filled with desires instead.
She had nicknamed him Bigboy 8 years ago, two .months after they had become friends and the name had addictively stuck.
His real name was James Osbin, a highshool classmate, her family that was not blood and her handsome, humble, caring all time Best friend.
They had been tight friends for 8 years, which never seemed long enough for whenever she was with him time ran happily fast.
James Osbin, lived with his mother in the average family home suburbs of the city.
He was an only child too and his dad had passed on Six years ago in an unfortunate road accident.
The death of his father had affected his family adversely, forcing his mother to work two jobs to provide for them, sometimes day and night shifts.
He knew she was struggling but would admit it since she was determined to see him through school and life as comfortably as possible.
He had been overwhelmed when an unanimous sponser had volunteered to sponser his education and reduce the burden for her.
His mother had later quit some of the part time jobs but once in a while especially on weekends, did shifts at the Maddison Bakers, a downtown bakery and coffee restaurant.
He knew she enjoyed baking as a hobby and needed the distraction to help her heal, for she would never be her old self with his dad gone.
They had been in love, shown affection for one another openly and had been proud of each other.
Her mother had been severed to pieces by the loss, a wound that would remain forever raw.
As for James, he had been hurt by the loss but not broken, courtesy of his bestfriend.
She had been there all through, insisted on having his hand all through the moaning and burial.
She had offered her little shoulders for his sobs and provided warm comforting hugs,
assuring him with a heartfelt condolence and a promise they held towards each other. Such, was the kind of friendship that existed between the two.
Millie had been mostly alone, due to the busy status and demanding careers of her parents, until James came along.
He was now her muse and confidant, someone she spent most of her time alone with.
They had been through a few rough patches, a suspension or two after pranks on bullies went too far, punishments and numerous evenings spent in the school dentention.
Yet they had survived all this and always emerged together stronger.
Their parents had grown accustomed to their bond, making the families grow to a semi distant closely knit unit, despite the oddly different backgrounds.