This is a second part to Still Friends, won't take long to read, if you want.
Bill never had such a long day, hard too, the latter being a hard on.
He couldn't stop thinking about Tracey. Seeing her in a new light, not just a friend. Her green eyes, very pretty, he took note how bright they become when she laughs. Short blonde hair, it was longer when they first met. Did he say how nice it really looked when Tracey had it cut? He didn't think so, but it really does. She has a beautiful face, how come he didn't notice before? He suspected a sexy body under the baggy jeans and shirt she wore at work.
He raced home after finally clocking out, showered. Tried to comb his hair and brush his teeth at the same time, didn't work out so well. Drove like mad to her house.
A small thought nagged him all day, he heard it before. A few women, very few in his life, said friends cannot be lovers. He thought the opposite. But what if Tracey was thinking the former? He thought if she was, she would have text him. Maybe you shouldn't come over, her text would say. I don't want to lose our friendship. There was a text, a few blocks from her house, he pulled over to read it. He took a deep breath before hitting the view button. A photo appeared, his body reacted, she sent him a photo of herself. Her shaved mound, scrolling down, her lips, thin tender edges, were visible. His mouth hung open, another text went off, hurry!!!!!!!!!!! He burned some serious rubber getting there.
She answered the bell a moment after Bill rang it. Her robe was open, showing a beautiful body. Her smile was seductive, to say the least. "Would you like to come in?" He certainly did.
His shirt was ripped of his body, Bill had no idea Tracey was so strong. Her thin robe melted off her body. Their kissing, furious!!! Raging lust released, hands touching the others body. Tracey tilted her head up, letting Bill kiss more of her skin. He wasted no time in ravishing her body. She melted under his lips, firm, but soft. Her nipples grew harder in his mouth, the ache soothed by his tongue. Hot, labored breathing, he's moving downward, closer to what they both want. Her legs go weak, her body slowly goes to the floor. Bill is in between her legs, under her, she shakes her head.
Instead of facing away from his body, Tracey quickly turns around. She wants his goodies. Her thighs are kissed tenderly, he's teasing them both. She bites her lip, her skin, a breath away from her pussy, is being licked. Chills, so hot in contrast to the word, race through her small body. Her hands shake, from anticipation, he has moved to the other side. Licking that small patch of skin, teasing her to tears.
Pants opened, her mouth hung open, she believed. Nine inches of cock sprang free. A pole of meat, she was sure, he would let her devour any way she wanted to. She gingerly touched it with her hand, it felt heavy. One stroke, led to more, she loved the thickness of it. How smooth, yet powerful, it felt. Her mouth closed over its giant cap as Bill finally ran his tongue along one side of her lips. Two hungry moans, shared by two friends.