For as long as I can remember, I’ve been hot for my best friend. Tara is beautiful, inside and out. I’d always liked to think she felt the same about me, but we’d never both been single at the same time.

That is, until recently. Tara split with her boyfriend and asked me — also recently dumped — to meet her for dinner. The window had opened. It was my chance to leave the friend zone.

I didn’t expect anything that first night. After all, we were just old pals catching up, right?

But it seemed Tara had a different plan.

She arrived five minutes early — something that had never happened before — and she was dressed to the nines. Seriously, I’d seen her dolled up for dates before, but that night was next level. When she leaned in to speak to the seating hostess, the collar on her dress dipped just enough to reveal the scalloped edge of a bright red bra. That was pretty hot, I thought.

Tara seemed surprised to see that I’d arrived before her, though she shouldn’t have been. I’d been waiting for her the entire time I’ve known her — sometimes even when she was standing right next to me.

It didn’t click right away for me, but there was a reason Tara had chosen a restaurant so close to her apartment. After she confessed her feelings for me, we didn’t have far to go to be alone.

Although it was only a couple of blocks, by the time we entered the elevator in her building, we couldn’t keep our hands off each other. The atmosphere was positively magnetic. We were drawn together by forces out of our own control, absolutely powerless to stop ourselves.

Somewhere around the tenth floor, I got caught with my hand underneath Tara’s dress. An older neighbor stepped into the car, and though we jumped apart right away, the knowing smirk on the woman’s face told me we hadn’t jumped fast enough.

“Don’t mind me,” she murmured. “I’ll be out of your hair in a moment.”

Tara’s cheeks grew as red as the bra I’d spied earlier. She kept her eyes trained straight ahead, but the smile that lifted the corners of her lips told a different story. Tara couldn’t wait until the two of us were alone again, and neither could I!

True to her word, the woman left us a few floors later. We were alone for the rest of the ride to Tara’s penthouse apartment.

By the time we reached her floor, my head was entirely beneath Tara’s dress. If anyone was watching the security camera footage that evening, we were putting on quite a show.

Maybe I shouldn’t have risked us getting caught again, but I just couldn’t help myself. I’d waited my whole adult life for her — there was no way I would squander another second.

I emerged from beneath her dress, and we left the elevator behind. We rushed to her apartment door, but now that I’d had a taste of Tara, every second I wasn’t touching her felt like torture.

She fumbled to hold her keys steady enough to insert them into the lock. As she dealt with the door, I skimmed my greedy hands over her hips and thighs, hiking her dress up while we were still in the hallway. But Tara didn’t seem to mind. If anything, I’d say she enjoyed the distraction. At one point, she even swung her hips back, rubbing her cushiony ass against my raging erection.

Finally, Tara got the door open, and we both stumbled across the threshold in a mad rush.

There was that magnetic energy again. The door hadn’t even closed behind us, but I still couldn’t keep my hands to myself. I grabbed the hem of Tara’s dress and whipped it over her head, revealing her tight body, which was clad in nothing but a see-through red bra and a tiny scrap of a G-string that did nothing to cover her pussy.

Sure, I’d seen her body showcased in a bathing suit before, but that night was different. I was seeing Tara in her most intimate apparel, and she’d worn it just for me.

“Do you like it?” she asked as she plucked at the elastic waistband of her undies and then kicked the door shut.

“I love it,” I said honestly.

Tara closed the space between us and fell into my waiting arms. We were a tangle of limbs and tongues, at first — two enthusiastic lovers who simply needed to find our rhythm together.

“Get these clothes off,” Tara said.

She fumbled with the buttons on my shirt, refusing to stop kissing me long enough to focus on getting me undressed.

Fine by me. Kissing Tara had long been on my bucket list. Now that we’d finally locked lips, there wasn’t much that would stop me. It didn’t matter how long it took Tara to take off my shirt as long as I got to keep kissing her and caressing her.

But there was an article of Tara’s clothing that I wanted to make disappear. Her red lace bra sure was sexy, but I was much more interested in what lay beneath it. The thin fabric did nothing to hide her pebbled nipples. They pointed at me through the material — tiny, twin sensations.

After Tara freed me from my stiff button-down shirt, I wound my arms around her and caressed her back. I brushed my fingers over the dip in her spine at the small of her back, just above her perfectly rounded ass. Then, finally, I took hold of the single clasp that held her bra closed and gave it a quick twist. The band opened instantly, freeing Tara’s breasts. The flimsy lace cups fell away, and I slipped the straps down and off her shoulders before I palmed her beautiful B-cups.

I may have been mesmerized by Tara’s perfect tits, but she was suddenly fixated on unfastening my belt. When she brought her hands together to work on the buckle, her arms closed in on her tits and shoved them close together, exaggerating her cleavage.

Goddamn, I wanted to plunge my dick into the valley between her breasts. It called to me; I was practically drooling.

I waited for Tara to finish stripping off my jeans and boxers — and peel off her itty-bitty G-string — then I kicked our clothing to the side and spun her toward the couch. We wouldn’t make it to the bedroom for this round.

That’s when Tara took the lead again. She pushed me down onto the couch cushions and dropped to her knees.

“I saw you staring at my tits,” she said.

A moment later, my desires came true. She sandwiched my dick between her breasts and started to bounce up and down, letting my rod ride in the soft crevice between her boobs.

Tara had always joked that as my best friend she could read my mind. But at that moment, I was starting to believe her. It was like she’d downloaded my personal fantasies and choreographed the evening to perfectly provide everything I’d ever wanted.

A small drop of pre-ejaculate beaded at the tip of my dick, and Tara hummed as she eyed it lasciviously. She rocked back on her heels and tossed her hair over her shoulder, looking like a woman seriously ready to get to work.

“I’ve always wanted to do this,” she confessed.

“Do what?”

“This,” she repeated before dipping her head and taking my dick between her lips.

As I groaned with abandon, she cupped my balls in her hand and stroked them with her thumb.

I muttered her name over and over again, and that was about all I could manage to say. My best friend finally noticed me sexually, and my brain just about fell out of my head.

There was one thing I did know: I wanted to fuck Tara. I wanted to hold her in my arms, sink my dick into her warm, wet pussy and savor that moment as long as I could. And then do it all over again.

Don’t get me wrong, Tara’s mouth was amazing, but that night I wanted to experience everything I’d ever craved.

Still, I managed to relax and enjoy the velvety feel of her tongue on my dick for a bit. Then I lifted Tara’s head, so her eyes connected with mine. I brushed a lock of her hair out of her face and hooked it behind her ear

“Let me fuck you,” I begged. I didn’t care if I sounded desperate. I needed to be honest with her.

Tara immediately scampered into my lap and reached between our bodies to take hold of my dick. Wrapping her fingers around the base of my shaft, she brought my cockhead to the entrance of her pussy and swirled it around, as if to coat my crown with her juices. Then she dropped herself onto my cock.

Tara’s pussy felt like warm, wet cashmere wrapped around my dick. She enveloped me, fitting me like a second skin.

I hugged Tara to my chest, enjoying the buttery soft feel of her skin against my work-worn hands, then I tilted her back ever so slightly and really let loose. I hammered my hips against her, jostling her so hard on my dick that her tits bounced. I took a mental snapshot, though I planned to see Tara like that again and again.

Soon the pleasure became too great, and everything was happening so fast. Tara’s pussy quivered around my dick, massaging me in the most maddening way. I managed to hold off just long enough for her to tumble into a whirlwind orgasm of her own, then I filled her with my come.

It took me a second to catch my breath, but when I did, I promised, “There’s plenty more where that came from.”

Carefully disengaging from Tara, I stood and scooped her up, bringing her to her bedroom. There, I made her come on my mouth until my body was revved up for round two!