(This is the start to something that may or may not turn into a book. I was planning on having two intertwining stories and calling the whole thing Two Friendly People. I wanted to write something which was just gleeful in its approach to sex without any complications at all. Because why the heck not? Anyway, I hope you enjoy this early draft.) 

My mother says the Goddess watches over me and accepts me as her daughter and my Father says Jesus loves me and that I’m a child of God. And I always tell them the same thing, which is of course they do! Why wouldn’t they?

My mother says if I open my arms to the Goddess I can be free. My father says if I let Jesus open his arms to me I can free, and after that, I’m always quiet because I don’t want to be rude. But upstairs I smile and laugh quietly to myself because how silly of them to think I’m not already free.

But my parents do the best they can and their words come from their deepest desires for me to be happy. Personally, I think happiness is as good a goal as any, but I’m lucky that it comes naturally to me. Occasionally I wonder if I was born without the genes for shame and jealously, but honestly, I try not to think about it too much.

Thinking isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.

One afternoon I told Buzz O’Rielly that he could put his hand in my panties if he licked his fingers afterward. He paused for a moment and I wondered if he had never even gotten that far in his dreams before. Maybe they always ended with a question.

But he finally agreed and so I took him behind the bleachers and guided his hand between my legs where I showed him how to touch me. He was gentle at first, but after some words of encouragement, he got the hang of it and soon I had to bite my arm so I wouldn’t make too much noise.

And afterward, I clenched my thighs as I watched him raise his fingers to his face, stare at them like they were a thing of wonder, and then cautiously part his lips before sucking on his fingers as if he thought they might break. His big blue eyes opened wide when he tasted me and I nodded my head and smiled because Buzz O’Reilly knew something I had known for years.

My pussy is fucking delicious.

But it’s not a story about my pussy. It’s not a story about Jesus or the Goddess. It’s not even a story about making out behind the bleachers with a sweet boy who found his own heaven.

This is a story about something else entirely.

It’s a story about you.

I’ve never had a boyfriend. Or a girlfriend for that matter, although they don’t feel quite the same. It’s not that I don’t like people or even want to spend time with them, it’s just that there was always a hint of possession in the asking that didn’t sit well with me. My mother always told me that I belong to myself and the thought of handing over the authority to decide what I do with my body to someone else never sounded like a good idea.

Which is not to say that I don’t have boys in my life who I love. Boys who I kiss and hold. Boys who I gladly kneel in front of and take into my mouth and boys who I sneak into the auditorium with after concerts and fuck on the stage while I pretend the whole world is watching.

But I do have a best friend, and his name is Pete.

It was senior year when Pete made me come. More importantly when Pete became the first person other than me to get me off, and I’ll always love him for that. I’ll always love his brown eyes, his fuzzy hair, his big hands, and his laugh that keeps me laughing along with him.

“Liza Jane,” he said one afternoon up in my room. “I have a date tomorrow with Stephanie Tully and I would like to have sex with you to practice.”

“Peter Wize,” I said, looking out at the rain falling, “I think that’s a fine idea. I’ve been taking these pills for two years and what’s the point of taking a pill if you don’t ever reap the benefits of it? And since we’re friends, and since I love you, I believe some friendly sex is just what the doctor ordered.”

“Liza Jane,” he said, crawling onto the bed next to me and lying down on his bed, “I think you’re completely nuts.”

I rolled over to face him and touched his cheek. He blushed and snapped at my fingers in a playful bite, and both of us inched closer to one another. Pete and I had never so much as kissed, but seeing as it was a Saturday and seeing as how I had long been wanting to get rid of my pesky virginity–a construct I was determined to destroy even as I suffered from it–getting it on with my best friend felt like just the thing to do.

We giggled when we kissed the first time, but that didn’t stop us. In fact, it was only a few minutes after he suggested sex that I straddled him on my bed and looked down at his smiling face. I reached back and undid my dress as he watched me, and then as Pete looked on, I pulled it up over my head and tossed it onto the floor leaving myself perfectly naked on top of him.

“Liza Jane, you are the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“Pete, I’m the prettiest girl you’ve ever seen, and if you call me a thing again I might just have to throw you out.”

He pulled me down for a kiss and we both knew it was all okay. It took both of us to get his shirt off, but then it was my turn to tug off his jeans, leaving him naked but for his boxer shorts as I grabbed him with one hand and felt him twitch. Still kneeling over him, I leaned down, licked my lips and then pulled his cock out and took it into my mouth with a gleeful slurp.

He didn’t grab my hair, but he did call out my name and it was the prettiest thing I had heard all day. I licked him up and down and stroked him harder as he struggled to pull me around by one leg.

“Let’s do it at the same time,” he suggested and I sure wasn’t going to complain. In one big motion I swung my legs up over him and then before you could say, Johnny, his mouth was between my legs as I sucked his cock one more time.

Pete’s mouth and fingers did a fine job of exploring every inch of me as he pushed his tongue deep inside of me. And I wrapped my hand around him and took him down my throat like I had done it a hundred times before. But it must have been less than five minutes later that both of us came up with a sneeze and a laugh as we finally rolled apart and let ourselves breathe.

Because the truth is, focusing on sucking his pretty cock while his mouth was on my pussy was a near impossibility. And I suspect that for Pete, paying attention to what he was doing was just as hard each time I swallowed him while he struggled to hold back.

“Liza, you’re incredible,” he said, pulling me to him as we lay on our sides. I kissed him and we tasted ourselves on our lips as we pressed against one another. I parted my legs until he was between them, both of us slick with saliva and affection, and I don’t know how long we lay there rubbing our bodies together as we waited with unfettered anticipation.

“I want you right now, but my god do I love the desire,” I whispered, holding him against me.

“I can’t believe it’s happening, and I know just what you mean. I can barely hold back, but I know that once it happens it will have happened. And I’m not ready for that at all.”

“Well if it helps,” I said, pulling him on top of me as I rolled to my back and opened my legs. “We can always do it again later.”

Both of us held our breaths as he held himself up with on one elbow as he took himself in his other hand and rubbed against my soft lips. He teased me as I slid lower, and both of us laughed and moaned each time he came close. When part of him finally entered me, when I felt it for the first time, I stopped moving altogether and burned the moment into the back of my mind for later use.

And then my dear friend Pete thrust his hips and I cried out and gripped him hard, looking up into his eyes in disbelief.

“You’re inside me!”

“I’m inside you,” he agreed, holding himself still.

“We’re fucking?” I asked, wondering about movement.

“We’re fucking,” he assured me with a thrust of his hips.

“Oh good,” I told him, pushing back against him. “Because I think I might like it.”

And then I kissed him as both of us began to move with greater intention. I could feel him opening me and filling me, and I could feel his body crushing me on the bed. His weight, his kiss, and his cock within me overwhelmed every nerve in my body as we fucked, and I found myself biting his shoulder and wondering at how it was possible that I was about to come.

“Fuck me, Pete,” I said, surprise on my tongue. “And fuck me hard!”

Pete pushed himself up by his hands and looked down at our juncture, and then he began to move fast, sliding in and out of me as I spiraled upwards towards the sweet release I always felt alone. In and out of me he moved, his eyes closed and his arms trembling as he took me, and I cried out in the end, feeling my pussy clench around him as I began to come.

“It’s working!” I said, rising off the bed to meet him each time. “Oh god yes, it’s working!”

Pete leaned down and kissed me, holding himself deep within me as I let go, and both of us could only breath the other’s breath. I gasped and moaned, he thrust and cried out, and just when I thought I was done, his eyes opened wide as he began to come as well.

“Liza!” Was all he said, half apology and half joyous release as he filled me, coming inside me with a cry of happiness that bordered on the divine. I held him to me, still shaking as we came, and in that moment of joy, I felt nothing but love.

Still inside me, he lay atop me as we kissed and giggled and I preceded to tell him what a mess he had made. He reminded me that the mess was ours and I squeezed his ass and poked him on the nose.

It was a while later, his naked body next to mine under a light blanket, that he turned and faced me one more time. I could feel him hard against my hip as he shifted and I touched myself gently beneath the cover, ready for what was to come next.

“Liza Jane, you really are my best friend.”

“Pete Wize,” I said, climbing on top of him and guiding him back inside me like an old pro. “I’m not done with you yet, so don’t get all sweet on me. And remember. I’m only doing this for your date tomorrow.”

He looked surprised but then grinned as he grabbed my ass and pulled me down onto him.

“As I said,” he told me, watching me bounce up and down as I braced myself with two hands on his chest. “You’re my best fucking friend.”