Fuck Friends Forever

"No one has ever done something that special for me," he says, gazing down at me.

"I didn't want to stop," I whisper, collapsing on the bed.

"You did a wonderful job," he adds, squatting down on the bed beside me.

"I'm sorry I couldn't get you to cum again," I apologize, touching his chest.

"Don't worry about it," he says, dragging the back of his fingers over my cheeks. "It was still amazing to me."

I feel better - much better. After I sit up on my bed, we chit chat until fatigue and the need for sleep take a toll on us. Then, Brian slides off the bed and heads into the bathroom to put on his boxers while I watch him, daydreaming. When he returns, he pauses beside my bed.

"I had a lot of fun tonight," he yawns, leaning over and kissing me.

"You don't have to run off," I say, looking up at him.

"I'm exhausted," he yawns again.

"You can sleep with me if you want to," I offer.

"Are you sure about that," he asks, rubbing his eyes. "I snore in my sleep."

"Yeah, well, I occasionally talk in my sleep," I mention, raking the bath towel into the floor.

After a tug-of-war loaded down with all kinds of inconsequential reasons why we shouldn't sleep in the same bed, I convince Brian to stay. When he finally crawls into bed, I snuggle up with him until he falls asleep unlike myself. I'm usually at odd hours of the night. Besides, I still need to get cleaned up dressed for bed myself.

Instead of getting dressed for bed, I roll over and stare at my digital clock, watching as the minutes trickle by one at a time. After awhile, I quietly slip off the bed and watch him sleeping peacefully on my bed. Then, I clean myself up grab my phone and purse and head for the back door to smoke.