It was late on a Saturday night. Staci and Gus had taken us out, but now gone home for the night. Bruce, Ellen and Fred were all gone for the weekend. I was kind of reluctant to leave; after all, it was only midnight. One hour more, unless he kicks me out.

The music was nice; this radio station gets better late at night. Russ and I were talking books as we hadn't done in a long time. Curled up against floor pillows, we laughed and leaned toward each other and gradually got closer, less space between the legs stretched out across the floor. Talking about our lives, our loves. He talks about Rachel and I tell him I felt similarly about him. The romance toward him has died but it melted into friendship and sexual attraction, both a little stronger than normal.

I tell him that if he goes through with his stated plan to break up with Ellen when he graduates and he's tired of being a virgin by then, the offer is still open. He's surprised, but then I tell him that pre-Fred, I was intending to offer him my virginity. I'm that attracted to him.

He turns his face away, a little embarrassed, but, I think, nonetheless pleased. I put my hand on his shoulder and reassure him that no matter how much I want him, I want his friendship more, and I would never do anything that would make him feel guilty and not want to face me.

Just being this close to him is making my nipples stiff as rocks and I am resisting the great temptation to kiss him. I turn over onto my stomach so I can rub my nipples against my folded arms, under me. I think he's noticing the movement of my shoulders, but I can't stop. My cunt is tingling. Try to calm down, Josie.

I look up, and there's a funny expression on his face as he looks at me. I don't know how to read him. Longing, desire, or am I just fooling myself? I'm tense. I try to massage my own shoulder. Without a word, he moves my hair out of the way and takes over the job.

After he's stopped, he leaves his hands resting on my back. I don't want to move. I turn my head and question him with my eyes. He sighs. "I'm torn," he says. "I'm tempted, but there's Ellen..."

"Russ, I won't try to persuade you, but I will assure you that I don't want to hurt Fred. If anything happens, it's not going to be public. I won't let it change our friendship. It'd probably make things less tense for me, because I won't, well, want you so much afterwards. But I don't know about you."

"Do you think that's possible, staying friends afterwards?"

"Yes, I do."

He leans down to kiss me. I pull him all the way to the floor, so that his whole body can lie against mine. When did he get hard? He's unbuttoning my blouse and running his hands over the low-cut purple bra. I start undressing him and kissing his chest. His thighs and his cock once I get him uncovered. He pushes his cock toward my mouth and I suck eagerly until his moans start to get louder. Then I stop, and finish undressing. I fondle my cunt and stick two fingers inside myself as Russ stares. His hard-on has a little drop of liquid at its tip which I lick off before lying back and motioning him to mount me. He slides into my slick cunt easily. He can't control his thrusts; they keep on hard and fast and his cock seems about to bore through me. We come about the same time and then lie joined on his floor pillows, sharing warmth.

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