I sit quietly in the soft glow of the moonlight, sipping my drink. Rum and coke on the rocks. (Good friend of mine, Captain Morgan. Like a true friend he never lets me down.) It has been a week since my last visit. We have a standing date every Saturday night. I let my eyes wander over the outline of her gentle curves under the sheet. I know she is naked, She always sleeps naked. Her back is turned to me. Her hips look so inviting. But more of that later.
I can hear her breathing, just slightly. She is normally a deep sleeper, but not always... She is my best friend. I am hers. I am also her special lover. How I came to be her lover - her anal lover - is tonight's story. It is also one of the most fulfilling parts of my life, and hers. Her name is Susan. Mine is Al.
We have known each other for many years. Not continuous years. Our lives would bring us together, then separate us for awhile. There was a definite connection from the beginning. The first time we looked into each other's eyes we knew that we would be friends - maybe more. But first and foremost we saw something kindred in each other of comfort, acceptance, like home. We both really needed a friend. Even though we were in separate relationships at the time, we felt closer to each other on some deep level than we ever had with anyone else. It wasn't love, in the normal romantic, passionate sense. But it was love. Romance was a possibility at some future time. But if it came it would be the icing on the cake - thick chocolate icing.
Don't get me wrong. Like every other guy I am well aware of her as a woman. She has it in spades in all departments, head to toe. But being the dedicated butt head that I am I am in love with her gorgeous glutes. Can't even think of them without my lips puckering and my mouth watering. But as much as I would give a week's pay to spend a night with that incredible ass, there was no way I wanted to put a damper on our friendship. I didn't want her thinking that that was the main way I saw her. Remember, icing... As it later turned out we both wanted the same thing - me to be her anal lover. But we'll get to that.
The backstory...
The last time we hooked up again, after one of our separation interludes, is when things came to a head. We had been out of touch for a couple of years. The odd email or so, but we were both busy. You know how it goes. Turns out she had been in a really bad relationship. Really messy. I later found out by accident that he had actually beaten her. Wondered why she hadn't told me until I realized that she knew if she did I would have hunted him to the ends of the earth. Maybe someday our paths will cross. Enough said.
Anyway, during our getting acquainted again time - me, her, the Captain and a bunch of wine - things started to loosen a bit and she filled me in. Turns out that after her breakup with that s.o.b. one of her girlfriends was a big help in the healing. Glad she had someone.
"Well, I am truly grateful to this girl for being there for you" I told her. "I'm glad you had such a good friend. Still, wish I could have been there for you too."
"I thought of you often. Actually started to contact you several times" she told me quietly.
"What stopped you?" I was puzzled.
"Not sure. Part of me wanted to be with you more than anything else. Sometimes I would wake up in the middle of the night wanting to feel you holding me." She paused. "I knew you were super busy with your career. Your relationship had just gone south as well. Figured you had enough to deal with..."
I looked deeply into her eyes. "Don't you know how much I love you? You reach me on levels no one else has even come close to. You have to know I would do anything for you."
"You get to me the same way." She gently kissed my cheek.
We refreshed our drinks and sat back quietly. We looked into each other's faces for a long time.
"So tell me more about this friend of yours. Still keep in touch?"
"No" she said distantly. "We had to break it off."
"Break it off?" Me, puzzled again. "What kind of a relationship did you have?"
"To date, the strangest one I've ever had." She smiled slightly.
"Alright, spill it. You can't just open that door without going the distance. Talk to your old buddy Al. Details, girlfriend. I wan't details." Part of me did anyway. Not sure I would like all of it. Turns out I loved it.
"She wanted to be more than friends."
"And?"
"I've never really been interested in that type of a relationship with another girl. But I really needed someone close, so I figured what the hell. Men weren't very high on my list at the time, as I'm sure you can understand."
"Yeah, I get it. Guess I was included in that as well? Probably part of the reason I didn't hear from you." Some things were fitting together. I continued "But I'm getting the sense that this didn't work out very well either."
"Part of it did. I came to realize quite soon that as nice as some parts of a lesbian relationship can be it still wasn't what I wanted. I wanted the friendship, sure. But the sex part was too uncomfortable. Not physically so bad, but I couldn't get into it in my head, or heart. Being on the receiving end was nice, but I couldn't get into giving the pleasure back. I tried. Thought it might get easier, but it didn't." Susan just sat there gazing into space. After awhile she spoke again. "But there was one pleasant surprise."
My eyebrows went up. "Do tell?"
"Turned out that she had a fetish." Her eyes lit up a bit. She looked straight at me, a big grin plastered across her semi-drunk face. "She thoroughly loved kissing my ass." She giggled. I almost snorted my drink.
"Alright, I'm really gonna need the details on this part. Tell me all about this assman in drag." The possibilities of where this was going looked very interesting.
"What's to tell? At first she would just caress my butt and give it a couple of little love pecks. Guess she was watching to see my reaction, since she knew how uncomfortable I was with sex with a woman. As time went on she would spend a little more time covering my ass cheeks with kisses. One night she gently spread my cheeks and tried to kiss my asshole. It really caught me by surprise. I jumped out of bed. Startled the hell out of her. I spent the whole night alone, tossing and turning. Part of me was shocked. Why would anyone want to kiss someone there? I mean, the cheeks are one thing - but where you poop from?" She stopped for a moment and looked at me with no particular expression. She continued, "Then I started to realize that there had always been another part of me that wanted it very much. Too much maybe..." Her expression got deeper.
We were quiet for awhile. Time to top up our drinks again. I kept my mouth shut. Wasn't easy. I was getting excited on many levels about all this. Actually started to envy this girl. So far as I am concerned, anyone who got a chance to spend some time with Susan's ass and didn't - well, what's wrong with them? Who wouldn't want to kiss that gorgeous thing?
Susan went on. "We talked a bit. She told me that she had always had this intense interest in asses. Said her favourite thing was to spend a lot of time kissing, licking, sucking, and french kissing her lover's ass. I let her try again." A big smile crossed Susan's face. "Got to the point where she would spend hours between the cheeks of my butt. She kissed my asshole with more passion and tenderness that most others have kissed my mouth." A slight pause. "She bought me this gift. A rimming stool she called it. I would sit bare ass on this thing and she would tongue my hole for hours on end while I watched TV, or talked on the phone, or read. Sometimes I would be working at home on the computer. My boss would see me on webcam from the waist up. Wonder what she would have said if she knew that sometimes I was sitting there bare butt with someone's tongue up my hole?" Susan's smile got bigger. "I loved it," she finally said emphatically looking me straight in the eye with innocent abandon. "So, what do you think of your friend now? Some kind of pervert, eh?" She giggled again.
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