Old friends are the best friends, and often the best lovers too

When I was young I had a best friend named Billy. We did everything together. We went to the same schools. We played the same sports. Even though I’m a girl, Billy treated me like one of the guys, and he would stick up for me when the other boys didn’t want me on their team because I was female. He was always fun to be around. We would play for hours and never be bored, because he was always thinking of something for us to do.

Summers were the best. We’d have picnics in my back yard, and play on the sliding board until it got too dark to see. I still miss those times when go back to them in my mind.

One winter day Billy didn’t show up at school. I thought maybe he was sick. But when I got home from school I saw a moving truck at Billy’s house. I ran over to see what was going on, and the man said the people who lived there had moved out. I was stunned, and ran home with tears running down my face. My mom confirmed what the man had told me. My friend was gone, and no one could tell me where he went.

My heart was broken. But life went on, and eventually, as children do, I got past the pain, fell into new routines and played with other friends. But I still thought of Billy, and continued to miss him in my mind.

I had always told myself I would leave this two-bit town, but I ended up having to go to a college close to home, as my mom got very sick and I needed to be there to take care of her. But I got a good education, and put it to use by getting a good job at our local library. I made decent pay and the work was challenging, so I was happy and content. I also started dating a man who I’d grown up with. Don was witty and kind, and while maybe not the most exciting man in the world, he had a good heart and treated me like a queen.

At 23 years old, I had never been with a man. I’d done some petting and dry-humping, but had never felt strongly enough about a man to let him fuck me. Don was handsome enough, but aside from copping a feel now and then he hadn’t made a serious move. He didn’t strike me as a prude, but I couldn’t help wondering why had hadn’t at least tried to get into my panties after six months of dating.

One day, as I was working at the library, I heard someone with a deep voice ask the girl at the front desk if I was around. I turned to look, and then just kind of froze, the books I was carrying dropping from my hands and falling to the floor with a loud bang. It was Billy! I couldn’t believe my eyes. I would have known him anywhere, and here he, was standing not 10 feet from me. I was stunned, and I started to tremble and cry. He moved toward me and opened his arms, and I somehow recovered myself enough to walk right into them.

He stroked my back as I wrapped my arms around him and just sobbed into his neck. He spoke to me soothingly and apologized for upsetting me, saying that if he’d known I would react like that he would have called first.

Feeling like a complete fool, with everybody looking at me as though I’d lost my mind, I pulled away from Billy and apologized to him and to everyone for disrupting things. I then took his hand and walked him back to my office, where we sat down and caught up on many things. He explained that he hadn’t known they were moving on that day so long ago, until he was in the car. His parents split up, and his mom took him down south to be with his grandmother. He had missed me terribly and had begged his mom to bring him back. But it wasn’t to be.

Billy had been married briefly, but it had ended badly, which was why he had felt compelled to come back to the only home he really knew, at least temporarily. His life now was in the south, but our town was where he felt at home—and where his best friend was. He went on to tell me how he had always thought of me and hoped to see me again some day. And here he was.

Billy was staying in a hotel in town, but I insisted he come stay with me in my home. I had a spare bedroom with a separate entrance, so he could come and go as he pleased without disturbing my ailing mother. After some persuasion, he agreed.

Things went amazingly well as Billy and I got to know each other again. It was as if we hadn’t missed a beat. The conversation just flowed, and I found myself really looking forward to our talks. I also realized I was developing other feelings for him, which terrified me, because he was leaving soon, and I didn’t want to go through the pain of losing him again.

One night about a week before he was to leave, Billy and I went out to dinner. We had some wine and promised each other that we wouldn’t lose touch again. He thanked me for being such a gracious hostess, and as he reached across the table to stroke my hand I felt as though electricity was coursing through my body. I felt all sorts of tingling sensations everywhere. We locked eyes, and at that moment we both just knew. We paid the check and almost ran back to my place.

We were barely in the door when we were locked in a passionate kiss. It was like nothing I had ever experienced before, and I wanted it to last. His hands were all over me, and it felt amazing. Slowly but surely my clothes were being stripped away from my body as the kiss continued. I felt amazingly sexy and naughty. I reached for his crotch and found a rather large bulge that literally pulsed in my hand as I stroked it. My God, it felt huge!

Somehow we made it to his bedroom. He pushed me gently back onto the bed and proceeded to take off his clothes. As he did so he told me how beautiful I was, and how sexy my body looked. I felt as if a raging fire was burning inside me, and I liked it!

Billy knelt on the bed, straddling my hips as he pulled me up to meet his lips. We kissed hard and deep, and it took my breath away. As he broke the kiss he worked his magic tongue down my neck. He nibbled my earlobes as his hands masterfully massaged my breasts, tweaking my nipples, evoking whimpers from me. He pushed me onto my back and ravaged me with his mouth. He seemed to be everywhere at once. My mind raced with desire, and my body responded with little jolts of pleasure.

The next thing I knew his hands were spreading my legs. I parted them willingly and waited for what I knew was about to come. Then I felt it—sheer pleasure! His tongue swiped at my wet folds like a thirsty dog at his water bowl. That tongue was all over my cunt. It was darting all around my clit, teasing it but not touching it. He sawed it in and out of my dripping hole, making my head swoon. His fingers were masterfully searching for my G-spot when, suddenly and quickly, he nipped at my clit. I saw the most amazing colors as my body convulsed in release. I could feel my stomach rippling with my orgasm. It was more than I could ever have hoped for, and I almost cried from the magic of it all. I grabbed at his head, my hips moving in a spasmodic dance of lust.

When he came up to mount me his face was covered in my juices. He kissed me as he entered me, and the feeling of his massive cock, along with the taste of my juices on his lips, made me come again instantly, all over his dick. He liked that. His pumping became almost manic as he looked down into my eyes. I was aroused to the point of no return as I looked back at my best friend and first lover. As his pace quickened and his breathing became more labored I begged him to fuck me harder. Spurred on by my request, Billy pushed himself deeper and deeper inside me, until finally I felt his whole body tense as his cock pulsed, shooting loads of come deep inside my body. And I came again. I had never dreamed that sex could be like this!

I never told Billy he was my first. I don’t know why; I just never did. After that night, he started thinking about staying, and the two of us sharing a life together. I, of course, thought that would be just perfect.

But when Billy went away for a day for a business meeting, I got very lonely, and horny. I couldn’t stop thinking about how great the sex had been, and I got so raunchy that I sought out Don (who I had ended things with), and seduced him. In fact, I fucked his brains out, and to my surprise I found out that the guy could really fuck! I only wished I had done this earlier, when he’d been so shy. We had amazing sex, and I found that I not only loved getting laid, I also loved variety!

When Billy came back, I told him that I didn’t think it would work out between us—at least not exclusively. He said he understood, and he still wanted to stay. So we’re still best friends, but now it’s with benefits.

—T. J., Jackson, Mississippi