One of those mysteriously-transferred-to-an-alternate-universe things...
I lay in bed in my blue satin nightgown, waiting. I knew he was going to show up, but he didn't know to whose room he was being sent by the harem that supplied "bedwarmers" to the queen and her important guests.
A knock on the door. "Come in," I called. The door opened and Russ stood there in the wedge of light from the hall. Ponytail, tank top, jeans, glints of light in his red hair, he was gorgeous. I sat up in bed and turned on the bedside lamp. "Hello, Russ."
"Josie! What are you doing here?"
"I'm a princess of Narth, cousin to Her Royal Majesty here, third in line to the throne there. I'm visiting as an ambassador to try to settle a little dispute about some mines. So Her Majesty, besides liking me personally, has to show me the greatest courtesy. Which is why you've been sent here tonight."
Russ isn't dumb. "To sleep with you."
"You don't have to sleep with me if you don't want to. I picked you because I couldn't stand the thought of you spending tonight with someone else. I would love to screw you; you turn me on intensely. But I don't know what would happen to our friendship, so we probably shouldn't, even if you are actually interested."
The housekeeping computer's voice cut in. "It will be an insult to Her Majesty if you do not make use of her hospitality."
"She keeps track of that kind of thing? How nosy!" I considered. "OK, how about a back rub? That ought to satisfy 'making use of you.'"
"Sure, I'll give you a back rub," he said. I slid out from under the warm covers, aware that the chill and the feel of the satin were making my nipples visible through the nightgown.. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and paused to smooth my hair and then push it all to one side of my neck, out of the way, before I sat down on the edge of the bed with my back turned to Russ. After a moment's hesitation, he sat down and started the massage.
I relaxed swiftly as he removed the tension from my shoulders, and I started to just enjoy the feel of his hands. The only tension left was that of my arousal, but I didn't want to say, "Stop, that's enough," and Russ didn't seem to be tiring, so I kept quiet.
Suddenly, Russ's hands slid forward around me to gently cup my breasts, and then finger my nipples. I must have jumped a little, because he leaned forward to tell me quietly, "You do turn me on, Josie. Even though I said before that I didn't think we could ever have a relationship, that doesn't mean I don't find you physically attractive. And considering how we stayed friends after I turned you down, I don't think this one time would pose any threat."
Turning in his arms as far as I could manage, I whispered, "Always yield to temptation; it may not pass your way again," a favorite quotation of his. Then I kissed him, while his hands moved my nightgown up, to be slipped over my head when we finished the kiss.
We undressed one another and then I said, "Russ, are you still ticklish?" and tickled him on the side, where he usually gets me. The tickle fight ended when he pinned me under him on the bed, with me wiggling against him. Then I squeezed a hand between us and began to play with his partly hard cock. So he stuck a finger between my labia. "Damn, you're wet!"
"Of course I'm wet, Russ, what other effect would rubbing up against a cute naked guy have on a girl?" He was quite hard now, and I opened my legs wide and wiggled my crotch against him. "I'm impatient too."
"I get the message." He got into a better position and entered me. He tried to go as slowly as he could but soon could stand it no longer and speeded up the rhythm. I came first, and then he spurted inside me.
We lay there in bed after disengaging, my head comfortably against his chest.
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