“We’ve never kissed, have we?”
We were sitting in her living room drinking manhattans and I honestly wasn’t sure. She shook her head and moved closer to me.
“Why? Do you want to?”
“No,” I said, looking at her as my mind filled with a thousand horrible things. “I mean, maybe, but it’s not where it starts. It doesn’t feel like us.”
She smiled at me and licked her lips before leaning back on the couch, her legs falling open.
“That’s true. We feel like something else. Something both more and less intimate. If we were ever to hook up it would be extreme.”
I could feel my excitement growing and I wondered why we had never talked about it before. Why had we never once thought to mention the bizarre combination of sexual attraction and disregard which permeated all of our interactions?
“I feel like we’d have anal before we kissed,” I told her.
“I’d probably watch you fuck my sister before I kissed you. It’s just how we’re built.”
“I want to do something disgustingly intimate.”
She nodded at my growing bulge as she slid her dress up until I could see her black underwear beneath it. I watched as she traced the outline of her lips with her nails. I couldn’t think.
“I want to watch you come,” she finally said. “Don’t touch me. Just come for me.”
I had my cock out a second later because there was no other response. I stood in front of her, looking down as I took myself in hand and began to slowly jerk off.
“Fuck that’s hot,” she said, sliding her hand into her panties. “Come closer.”
I leaned over her, watching her fingers through the fabric and I squeezed my cock tightly. I could smell her excitement as I watched us both.
“I want to come all over you,” I said, picturing it in vivid detail. “We’ll never kiss, but we’ll do that.”
“I want you to come here,” she said grinning as she slid her panties to one side, exposing her smooth pussy. “Intimate and grotesque.”
I leaned in closer, watching her fingers as they entered her, and I could barely stand. She rubbed herself faster as my hand became a blur and it was hot and uncomfortable in perfect harmony. Never in my life had I wanted to come as badly as I did right then.
“Right here,” she said, spreading her lips open as she looked up at me. “Come on you filthy animal. Come on my cunt because you’ll never fuck me.”
I cried out as I leaned closer, the head of my cock inches away from her open pussy. She didn’t stop and neither did I until I squeezed the base of my cock as I began to let go. I bit my lip as I came, one hand bracing myself above her as I watched my come fall on her. She spread her legs wider, her mouth open in awe as I coated her and before I could catch my breath her fingers were back inside her, fucking herself with my come.
“This is so fucked up!” She cried, starting to come as well. She lay back, her eyes closed as she rubbed my mess into her, fingering herself deeply as she began to clench and scream. I watched her as she shook and moaned, and I wanted to hold her and kiss her and then fuck her a thousand times. I wanted to take back our ridiculous boundaries and say something about love.
And then she was done and all I could do was sit next to her. My cock was limp, her legs were still spread, and the room smelled of sex and regret.
“That was so fucking hot.”
“Was it?” I asked.
“Of course it was. I’ve never even kissed you and I just got myself off with your come in my pussy. Nothing is more intimate than that. Or less.”
“We’re fucked up,” I said, zipping my pants up.
She wasn’t wrong though and I knew it. Our story was odd enough, and this would cement it.
“Have you two ever kissed?” Someone would ask at a party.
No, I’d tell them. Not even once.