Sasha’s been my friend since college. We even moved in together after graduation. I’d always been attracted to her, but I’d never acted on my feelings. That’s because for as long as I’d known her, Sasha had always had a boyfriend.

Then one night Sasha announced she was single and insisted we toast her newfound freedom.

I asked Sasha if she was excited about her new relationship status and nearly choked on my beer when she replied, “Sure, because I can fuck you now.”

She walked around the kitchen island and stood in front of me as she said, “I’ve seen the way you look at me, Jeff. You want me. I want you. Why fight it?”

She took my hands and rested them on either side of her breasts.

“I know you’ve wondered what it would be like to play with my tits. Do us both a favor and find out.”

My brain was still processing my sudden change in fortune when Sasha’s mouth came crashing onto mine. I stumbled backward and bumped against the counter.

“I’ve wanted this for a long time, Jeff,” she murmured against my lips.

Her fingers fumbled with my belt buckle. Once she’d gotten past that barrier, she made quick work of my jeans, popping the button and tugging down the zipper in record time.

Unlike my brain, my dick didn’t take long to get with the program. My erection tented my boxer briefs, straining the fabric.

Rather than fumble with the slitted Y-front, Sasha whisked the snug spandex underwear straight down to my ankles. I stepped out of the tangle of clothes, naked from the waist down.

“Much better,” she said.

She cupped my balls in her palm and stroked my sac with her thumb.

“Tell me what you want, Jeff.”

Now that was easy to answer.

“I want you naked.”

Suddenly, the tables had turned and I was calling the shots.

I gripped the hem on her camisole top, whipped it over her head — revealing her caramel-tipped breasts, which instantly grew erect — and tossed the garment in the corner.

I’d been dreaming of this moment for five years, but I finally held Sasha’s breasts in my hands. They hung like big teardrops and sat heavy in my palms.

I flexed my fingers, gently kneading her soft flesh.

“So nice,” I said as I caressed her stiff peaks with the pads of my thumbs. “Can I suck on them?”

Sasha nodded and said, “Yes.”

I dipped my head and caught her nipple in my mouth. It was firm and round like a sweet little gumdrop. I swept my tongue over and around the bud, suckling her so intensely that my teeth sank into her skin.

“Oh, Jeff,” she moaned.

While I was otherwise occupied, Sasha must have shimmied out of her pants. She grabbed my wrist and tucked my hand between her thighs, resting it on her bare pussy.

She was already wet, and my fingers slipped along her slit. I spread my digits to part her folds, then I dipped two deep inside her pussy.

I wound my free arm around Sasha’s back to steady her, then I spun our bodies so she was the one who was trapped against the counter.

That left me free to continue worshiping my best friend’s body. Although I’d waited years to experience that moment, there was no way I was going to rush it. I wanted to map Sasha’s every dip, dimple and curve — preferably with my tongue.

I rained light kisses over her collarbone, traveling from her neck to her shoulder and back again. Sasha leaned into my touch when I nuzzled beneath her ear, so I took things a step further and nibbled at the sensitive skin.

“Tell me what you want,” I whispered.

“You,” she replied. “All of you.”

I nipped at her earlobe and soothed it with a kiss before telling her, “Then that’s what you’ll get.”

Whether she knew it or not, Sasha had held my heart for years. That night, I surrendered everything else along with it.

My palm rested on Sasha’s mound, while I my fingers plundered her pussy. I rocked the heel of my hand against her clit, making sure it received equal attention.

I eased my shiny fingers from her depths and held them up to show her.

“See how wet you are? I’ve spent a long time thinking about what you might taste like. Before I find out, I want you to take a lick. Do you do that when you finger-fuck yourself, Sasha?”

A fiery blush painted her cheeks red as she replied, “Sometimes.”

I held my fingers up to her lips and demanded, “Show me.”

Her eyelashes fluttered as she cast her eyes to the floor. The Sasha I knew was so full of confidence. She was the star of every party, even if it wasn’t her own. Her shyness was new, but it was also an incredible fucking turn-on.

“Come on, now,” I coaxed her. “You already told me you do it. Now I want to see.”

This time, she met my gaze. Her deep blue eyes locked with mine as her tongue darted out from between her lips and swiped across my index finger.

“Do you taste good?” I asked, baiting her.

She nodded.

“Like?”

“Salty and just a little sour.”

“Two of my favorite flavor profiles,” I said. “How lucky for me.”

I brought my hand to my own lips and said, “My turn.”

Normally, I would close my eyes when savoring a new flavor, but I wanted to see Sasha’s reaction when I tasted her for the first time. This was uncharted territory for both of us. I was determined to show her I could be her lover and a friend.

Lucky for me, that I did. Sasha watched with intense interest as I plunged my fingers into my mouth. She watched as I licked them clean, sucking so hard that my cheeks grew hollow.

I released her fingers from my mouth with a pop and said, “Delicious. But next time, I’d like to sample it straight from the source.”

I lifted her onto the countertop, perching her ass right on its edge. Her pussy parted to reveal gorgeous, rose-colored flesh, already slickened with arousal.

“Your pussy matches your lips,” I said.

I bent to kiss Sasha. Her essence still lingered on my tongue, stoking the flames of my own libido. I was enjoying the taste of her lips but planned to head south to her more flavorful pair. But first, Sasha deepened our kiss, as her legs circled my waist and held me close. Then she reached down, grabbed my T-shirt and whipped it up over my head.

“Much better,” she murmured.

Sasha pulled me in again, crushing her chest against mine as she insisted, “I want to feel you, Jeff. All of you. Take me. Please?”

What Sasha wants, Sasha gets.

I lowered myself so I was eye-level with Sasha’s pussy. Her folds were thick and pillowy-soft. I sucked on one plump pussy lip and hummed blissfully. The subtle sound of my satisfaction rumbled over her skin like a vibrator.

“Oh, Jeff. Jeff!”

My name sounded like a song on her lips. I knew then and there I would never get tired of hearing Sasha moan my name.

I feasted on her sex like a man starved. She was right to suggest I’d fantasized about her a thousand times before, and you know what? None of those dreams held a candle to the real thing.

And I wasn’t done yet. Not even close.

After a quick dip inside Sasha’s pussy hole to lube up my thumb, I moved it to her clit, where I rubbed it in a slow, circular motion.

That sent Sasha over the moon. Her fingers twisted in my hair, while her thighs crushed my cheeks.

Her sweet honey flooded my mouth, coating my tongue and lips. She was gushing like a damn geyser, and I’d never seen anything sexier.

“That’s right, baby. Come for me,” I drawled.

I drank up every drop I could. It dripped down the back of my throat like honey, its taste just as sweet.

When the last of her tremors subsided, I stood and planted another kiss on her lips, so she could taste her own pleasure.

“And now you can have my dick,” I murmured, shoving my cock into her wet snatch.

Suddenly, it was my turn to moan. Sasha’s cunt was hot, wet and so fucking tight. In mere seconds, I was struggling to see straight.

“Come on, baby,” I panted. “Show me what you’ve got. I’m more than ready.”

Sasha’s lips curled into a smirk that meant mischief. She kicked her legs wide and then locked her ankles around my back. She rested her feet just above the curve of my ass.

“Like this?” she asked, as innocent as all get-out.

Her thighs tensed. They looked like sculpted marble. She dug her heels into the dip in my lower back, then she used her gorgeous, chiseled legs to move my body and fuck me cross-eyed.

“Sasha!” I groaned.

It wasn’t the soft, sweet coupling I’d expected. Years of pent-up sexual tension consumed us, leading us to fuck with reckless abandon.

She leaned back on her elbows and lifted her ass off the countertop.

“Fuck me, Jeff! Fuck me,” she shouted.

I grabbed Sasha’s ass cheeks and pistoned my cock in and out of her pussy as hard and fast as I could. She wound her arms around my neck and tossed her head back as she shouted, “Oh God, yes!”

Her back arched, gifting me with a magnificent view of her bouncing tits.

When Sasha came, her pussy grew so tight I saw stars. My balls started to tingle, and before I knew it, I was busting a nut inside my best friend.

Momentarily sated, we collapsed in a heap, but then we spent the rest of the night making up for lost time.