Will and I have been inseparable since we were kids. Though after we’d grown up, there hadn’t been any romance between us — no matter how badly I’d wanted it. If I had to guess, I’d say we were both too shy to act on our feelings. Also, our timelines never matched up. He would be single, while I was spoken for. I’d break up with my beau, but he would be in a relationship. Fate was not our friend — until recently.

Things finally took a turn on my 29th birthday. We were out with friends — drinking, dancing and having the time of our lives. That’s when the light in Will’s eyes changed. He hooked his arm around my waist and pulled me close.

“I love you,” he said.

My heart skipped a beat. We’d previously said the words to one another before, but this was different. This wasn’t a declaration of platonic love. Oh no, Will looked like he might rip off my clothes right there on the dance floor. A part of me hoped he would!

At that moment, words escaped me. I knew he was waiting for an answer, hoping that I felt the same. So I did the only thing I could think of, I swooped in and laid a searing kiss on his lips.

Someone from our group of friends shouted, “Finally!”

I briefly broke the kiss to ask, “Your place or mine?”

“Too far,” Will replied. “Meet me in the bathroom?”

He wandered off to the back of the bar, leaving me rooted in place on the dance floor.

It took a moment for me to snap back to reality. When I did, I made a beeline for the bathroom. I’d barely lifted my fist to rap on the door when it opened, and Will pulled me inside. If not for his steadfast hold on my waist, I might have stumbled. Of course, I could always count on him to keep me grounded.

That night, though, I experienced a different side of my best friend, one I hadn’t seen before. He spun me so that my back landed against the door. His warm brown eyes were lit by a hungry gleam, and it was all meant for me.

Will skimmed his hands over my body and down to my hips. He dropped to his knees. He looked up at me and said, “I will cherish every moment of this night for the rest of my life.”

Then he flipped my skirt up, revealing my favorite pink thong.

He leaned in close to my fabric-covered mound. His breath fanned over me, heating the flesh hiding beneath the lace undergarment.

“I’ll bet these lips taste just as sweet as your kiss,” he murmured. “I can’t wait to find out.”

Without another word, Will brought his mouth to my pussy. He didn’t even bother to remove the underwear. In his impatience, he merely decided to suckle my clit through the flimsy fabric. His tongue massaged my aching bud, gently coaxing me into a frenzy of feelings. Even without skin-to-skin contact, Will had the power to send me over the moon.

“Oh God,” I groaned.

I kicked up a leg and hooked it over his shoulder, angling my hips so my pussy rested against his lips at just the right angle. The movement made my underwear shift to the side, and Will took full advantage. He dipped two fingers inside my snatch, plunging deep and hooking them so they hit that special spot inside me.

“Will! Will,” I moaned.

Years of sexual frustration and lust boiled over, spilling out of me in a flurry of curses and primal sounds.

I wasn’t the only one who was in an ultra-aroused state. Unwilling to back away from my pussy, Will growled and used his teeth to tear through the thin lace that covered my sex. The material seemed to disintegrate. All that was left was some scraps of fabric.

He breathed in deeply as if he could absorb my very essence.

“I’ve dreamed about this,” he whispered against my crotch.

“Yeah?” I asked. I pumped my hips, so my clit brushed against the tip of his nose. “Do I live up to the fantasy?” I asked teasingly.

“No.” He paused to meet my gaze. “You’re even better, baby.”

Before I could muster a response, Will swept his tongue over my slit, stealing my breath. He used the tip of his tongue to trace a path from the top of my gash all the way to my asshole, then he doubled back and paused to lay a gentle kiss atop my clit.

“Nothing will ever compare to the real thing,” he said.

He sealed his lips around my clit and sucked.

I panted and moaned, and my ass slammed against the door, making it rattle on its hinges.

Despite my erratic movements, Will managed to keep his lips on my clit. He repeatedly flicked the delicate bud with his tongue, while he hummed a thrilling tune.

“Oh fuck,” I uttered softly in a helpless whisper.

Will had been absolutely right when he said that this real-life experience far outweighed mere fantasies. I’d dreamed of fucking my best friend so many times. Even the hottest images I’d concocted couldn’t compare to the fabulous and frantic birthday sex we experienced in the tiny bathroom of a bar.

His mouth moved swiftly over my slit, enveloping me in raw, passionate heat. I felt my orgasm building inside me, waiting eagerly to pull me into its twisted, intoxicating abyss.

“I’m gonna. I’m gonna — ah!” I shouted.

Waves of pleasure washed over me like a thunderous waterfall. The muscles in my core that were spun up tight suddenly relaxed, making my whole body feel as though it had melted into a puddle.

“Will. Oh Will,” I sighed.

I’d come harder than I ever had before. He drank up my warm, flowing honey as if he’d never tasted anything so sweet.

Will rocked back on his heels. He looked at me, longing and hunger still shining in his eyes.

“Ready for round two?” he asked.

I was still so dazed I could hardly form a word with my mouth. Instead, I nodded and waited for him to lead the way.

Will took hold of the hand I offered him and spun me around so I faced the sink.

“Hold on tight,” he said.

God, I loved this man, and I always would. Sealing the deal was the best birthday gift I didn’t even know I could ask for. I reveled in Will’s romantic attention, excited for what was to come.

Will sank to his knees again. Except this time, he focused his energy on my ass. Though he’d already torn through the front of my underwear, the elastic that bisected my ass cheeks was still nestled in my crack. Not for long, though. Will yanked the tattered remnants of my underwear down, leaving my lower half bare.

“Much better,” he said approvingly.

His nimble fingers spread my cheeks, then he trailed his tongue along my rear crevice. When he reached the fluted edge of my asshole, he paused to trace circles around its perimeter.

“Ah!” I gasped.

My hips bucked, shoving my ass hard against Will’s face.

“Mmm,” he hummed.

That simple sound of enjoyment buzzed against my sensitive skin, sending my senses spinning. I was completely drunk with pleasure.

Will lifted his head just long enough to say, “I love your ass.”

He punctuated the statement with a playful smack on my cheek.

“Oh yeah? Prove it,” I countered.

And then he did. Will ate my ass with wild abandon. He massaged my puckered hole so thoroughly with his fluttering tongue that I thought I might combust.

I arched my back and gripped the sink tightly, feeling its coolness under my grasping fingers.

“Will! Will!” I moaned.

If he kept up his heavenly anilingus, I would come again without even feeling his dick in my pussy — and that just wouldn’t do.

“Fuck me please, Will!” I begged.

Will rose to his full height. He looked in the mirror, and our eyes met in our reflection.

“What the birthday girl wants, the birthday girl gets,” he said matter-of-factly.

He paused briefly to pull a condom from his pocket, open his pants and sheath his cock. Then, with protection firmly in place, Will sank his dick into my pussy in one smooth motion.

“Oh yes!” I groaned.

Finally, I received the only birthday gift I ever wanted from my bestie, and it was glorious.

“Yes! Yes!” I cried out.

I looked up at the mirror to admire Will some more. His normally chiseled features were even more pronounced, cut deep thanks to his efforts to fuck me senseless. I watched him intently, feeling more connected to him than ever before.

Then Will reached around to finger my clit, and my eyes fluttered closed. It took far too much effort to keep them open when my entire being was buzzing from pleasure. I knew it wouldn’t be long before I succumbed to his charms. Already, I felt my muscles coiled tight, gearing up for a mind-bending release.

His nonsensical groans were interspersed with hushed profanities. His movements grew erratic, morphing from languid strokes to staccato jabs that sent me reeling. Our coupling was hot, raw and just fucking perfect.

Within seconds, orgasms claimed us both. We held on to one another tight and collapsed against the sink, thoroughly sated and utterly spent.

After taking a beat, Will slid his dick from my depths and kissed the back of my head.

“Better get back to the party, birthday girl.”

We walked out of the bathroom hand in hand, ready to finish the evening together before falling into bed as a couple.