Backseat Confession

It’s another Saturday night at our favorite wine bar uptown. Music plays from the ceiling-mounted speakers, but it’s too quiet to be heard over the chatter of the many drinkers filling each and every table.

The four of us are cramped around a tiny four-top table in the back. We’re at least two bottles in and we’ve reached the part of the night when inhibitions have almost completely melted away. Our conversations are punctuated with long fits of laughter and raucous calls for more wine.

“Yes!”

You’ve just beat me in a rather heated game of quarters. You whirl around to face me as you gloat and accidentally knock your glass of Pinot Noir to the ground.

We all share another laugh and I get up to order you another glass. You’re such a klutz. An adorable klutz, though. As I return from the bar with two glasses in hand, I notice for the first time tonight just how nice you look. The way your blouse hugs the curves of your upper body…the spark of your eyes in the low light. You’re one of my best friends in the world.

But, tonight I’m seeing you in a whole new light. You’re very attractive. Objectively, of course.

“Alright, who’s next?! Challenge the quarters master!”

We met at a mutual friend’s party a few years ago, when you first moved to the city. Our shared background in photojournalism was a nice surprise and seemed to always give us something to talk about whenever we ran into each other around town. It didn’t take us long to become good friends. Up until fairly recently, you and I were both in relationships. Now that we’re both single, I guess we’ve been spending more time together.

Going to movies, grabbing coffee before work. Just casual hangouts. It’s nearly two in the morning and our friends begin to head home one by one. Eventually, you and I are the only ones left at the table.

So we decide to call it a night. Since we live in the same neighborhood, it makes sense to split a cab.

It’s a long drive through the dark city streets. I think you and I are both buzzing from the excitement and the wine, because neither of us can seem to sit still. I glance over at you and our eyes meet for a brief moment. There’s something different in the way that you’re looking at me…it’s like you’re seeing me for the first time or something.

Ah, forget it. I’m drunk, maybe this is all just in my head…

“I’m not tired at all. Are you?”

Hmm. Maybe it’s not. I ask you what you want to do, but we both know that the bars are all closing up by now.

“I think I’ve got some whisky at home…”

I’m not surprised you want to keep partying. You’re usually the first to arrive and the last to leave a party. I’ve always really liked that about you.

“Oh! Look! That’s the new Peruvian restaurant that just opened up! We should go this weekend.”

Suddenly, you’re leaning over me to stare and point out of my window. Your face is just a couple of inches from mine and I have to sink my head backwards into the seat.

You turn your head to face me, your body still hovering over mine, and smile. I’ve always thought you had a really pretty smile.

Mm, what is that…? Oh, you’re perfume...I must have smelled it a million times before, but being so close to your face right now, it’s...god, it smells amazing.

I know that I’ve had a bit too much to drink, but…you just look so good tonight. We’ve always just been friends, but right now…no. No, there’s never been anything more than friendship between us…but, maybe that will change tonight?

You return to your seat and lay your hand down in the space between us. It’s just centimeters away from my leg. Did you do that on purpose?

I can’t tell. I have no idea what’s going on in your head. Are you thinking the same things as me? I glance out my window and try to clear my mind of these thoughts. A sudden wave of sensation explodes through me. I look down and see your hand resting on my thigh.

My buzz increases tenfold. Desire spreads from my legs up into my abdomen and down to my fingertips. What the hell are we doing? We’ve never, in the whole history of our relationship, been touchy like this before. Do you want this as much as I do?

I take a chance and lay my hand on top of yours. You’re still staring out your window when you give my thigh a little squeeze. Oh...god, that feels good. I don’t know if it’s the alcohol or the fact that we are both newly single. Maybe I’ve always been attracted to you and never really noticed it. I’m getting so turned on.

Without looking at me, you begin to massage my thigh, your hand slowly drifting upwards towards my hips. I lean my head back against the headrest and try to relax. My cock is slowly getting harder with every passing second. Oh god, your hand is moving closer and closer to my crotch. Your fingers play with my belt, deftly undoing it without making a sound.

My eyes dart over to you to see if you’re serious about this. You look back at me with a face full of lust, the hint of a smirk pulling at your lips. Your hand slides down into my boxers and your cool fingers wrap around my shaft.Ohhh…I don’t know if I can keep quiet. But I have to, otherwise this cab driver might toss us out into the cold.

I bite my lower lip as you slowly draw your enclosed hand along the length of my throbbing cock.

“Hmmmm.”

Ah, fuck, that feels so good. Suddenly, your hand withdraws and the car comes to a stop. Shit. We’ve arrived at your place.

I zip myself up as quickly and quietly as I can and we both hustle out of the cab. Without a word, you take my hand and pull me inside the lobby of your apartment building.

It’s funny—I’ve been in your apartment many times before, but I’ve never seen your bedroom…I sit down on your bed and look up at you.

I can’t find any words to describe what I’m feeling. And so, I grab your hand, draw you forward, and kiss you. My cock is still hard, pressing against my jeans as a new rush of desire fills me. You lower yourself onto the bed beside me and your tongue slides between my lips.

You massage the warm wet interior, exploring every crevice with your tongue. Mmm, fuck…you taste so good. I reach underneath your shirt and draw my hands up your sides. Your skin prickles beneath my touch, whether from how cold my hands are or from your own anticipation.

You assist me in unbuttoning your blouse before letting it fall to the ground. Your breasts look fantastic in that tight, lace-lined black bra. God, I want to free them. I want to hold them in my hands, put them in my mouth.

Fuck, I really want you. You unhook your bra and toss it on the floor next to the bed as you lean forward and guide my body down to the bed. Your breasts hang freely and I slide my hands up to them, moving faster now, with more need and hunger.

My fingers graze your nipples as I take two huge handfuls and knead your breasts. Oh, do you like that?

While my hands pay attention to your breasts, yours begin freeing me of my clothing. You unbutton my pearl-snap shirt and reveal my chest, dusted with dark ringlets of hair. You run your hands through my chest hair, your lips parted, desire dripping off of you.

Panting, I tug at the waistband of your pants and you quickly slide out of them for me. I hardly have a chance to see your black briefs before you shimmy out of those, too.

I take a moment to remove my pants as well and rejoin your warm body with nothing separating us now. I trail my hands down your hips and press my body up against yours.

Oh, god, you feel so…fucking good.

Just feeling my body up against yours, inhaling your scent. Maybe I’ve wanted this much more than I ever admitted to myself. Your pubic hair is so soft and wet as I trail my hand towards your opening. You rock your hips up against my hand, begging me for more.

You like that, don’t you? You want me to touch you? I part your lips and find your clit with ease. I stroke you, slowly at first, teasing you with little touches…I circle around your clit, gently applying pressure with each motion.

You open your legs wider for me and my cock throbs for you. Fuck, I want you so bad. I keep stroking your sticky wet clit, sighing into your mouth as you kiss me passionately.

Your lips are so incredibly soft...your hand wraps around my cock and you eagerly stroke it up and down, again and again.

Oh, god, I…I can’t wait any longer…I have to have you.

“Emile, do you have any condoms?”

Damn it. No. I don’t. You reach over me and paw hurriedly through your bedside drawer.

Both of us wait impatiently, breathing heavily as you search for one. Finally, you turn back around and hand me a condom. You found one. Thank god.I tear it open, and as I slip it on.

Our eyes meet for a brief moment as if to acknowledge that we’re moving beyond friendship and into someone more. With the condom on, I roll myself on top of you. Your hands clasp around my neck and you moan up at the ceiling as my cock inches around your entrance.

I thrust myself inside you. No teasing. No games. Just you and me.

Oh, god. Oh, fuck…yes! Your hands grasp my ass and you yank me forward, forcing me to get even deeper inside of you. Oh my god. Oh, you are so fucking wet…

Yeah, you like that, don’t you? You grind your hips upward with every thrust, trying desperately to get me as deep as possible inside of you. Oh, yeah. Oh, you want it deeper, baby? In…and out, yeah. Just like that…and you take me in, take all of me inside of you.

Fuck, you are so fucking sexy looking up at me like that. We fuck each other frantically, like we’ve only just allowed ourselves to feel this pent up desire that clearly has been growing inside of us. You jam your mouth against mine once again and kiss me like I’ve never been kissed before.

I feel your pussy tremble and tighten around me. A gush of warm wetness leaks out of you and all over me as you get impossibly wet. I slow my movements to a gentle rhythm, just to feel myself spreading you apart and pushing up against that velvet g-spot.

You clutch at my body, desperate for more. You want more, baby? I thrust into you faster and enclose my fingers around one of your nipples. I squeeze it, kneading it around and twisting at it until I hear you groaning like an animal.

You fucking love it, don’t you? Oh, god, the sound of your pleasure is driving me wild. I think you’re going to cum soon.

I want us to cum together. I’m on the fucking brink. I’m getting close, closer. Yeah, you’re close now? You’re gonna cum? Do you want my cum? Your pussy pulses around me and suddenly tightens, then trembles.

Well...tonight took an unexpected turn, didn’t it?

I collapse onto the bed next to you and for a moment. We just look at one another, trying to process what’s just happened between us...I wonder if things will go back to normal for us. Or if this is the start of something new. Something unexpected. Something really fucking good.