Coffee With Melissa

It had been a while since I saw Melissa. Against my better judgment, about a year ago we did some business together, and it panned out as poorly as I expected. Melissa didn't speak to me for months about it. Despite that, I missed her terribly. We had a long, and wonderful history together, and I didn't want to lost that over a bad business decision. I called her and told her this, and how much having her out of my life hurt. I missed her friendship and everything we shared, and honestly, Readers, the sexual part of our friendship was just a bonus. She was open to meeting for coffee.

Nervously, I entered the coffee shop. I was early because I didn't want to risk being late and have her think I wasn't coming. My nerves were on fire like I was going on a first date. She was one of my best friends, and I was scared she was really just using the opportunity to confront me.

She was already there when I walked in. Same table we'd shared many times. She looked beautiful. I smiled and walked towards here, tears in my eyes. She stood up and wrapped her arms around me and whispered, "I missed you. I'm sorry." I hugged her harder, and kissed her, and tears ran down both our faces. Conversation came easily, just like it always had, and we were both laughing soon enough.

After overstaying our welcome, we went outside to say our goodbyes, and it was obvious neither of us wanted to leave the other. My place being closer, we made our way home, holding hands all the way there. She looked as beautiful as ever, and I couldn't take my eyes off her. Admittedly, I wanted my hands, lips, and tongue all over her as well.

Arriving here I took her coat and left her to go freshen up, then I did as well after pouring us both a glass of wine. There was good tension. Excitement. We were both humming with intentions. We sat and talked about our lost months for a while, and hands went from holding each others to wandering.

I was excited.
Turned on.
We kissed.


We kissed slowly, mouths opening cautiously, exploring gently. She tasted wonderful. I wanted more. Hands wandered and found their way under our clothes. Clothes came off. Somehow we made our way upstairs and fell into bed.

Everything we did came so naturally. Our bodies moving together as we pinched, pulled, rubbed, caressed all the right places. Her breasts fit my hands perfecly, her nipples clamped between my fingers. I kissed her and wanted to be inside her.

Our cunts were grinding together, clit on clit. It was like an out of body experience. The high I felt from the pleasure was intense, and I couldn't stop myself. I was sucking her feet, licking her toes, wanting more and more.






Neither of us could stop. We ate each others' cunts, assholes, sucked our nipples raw. We laughed and cried. We moaned with pleasure and ecstasy.

I couldn't be happier that I made that phone call. Melissa has been one of my closest friends for years, and I don't see her not being a part of my life for a very long time.