She blew in like a pissed off F5 tornado, shouted, "Don't say a fucking thing,” slammed the door shut,and slung her purse across the room. It ricocheted away from my butt-weary couch, cleared off the end table, then teetered briefly at the edge before following the displaced debris onto the floor. Only the reading lamp survived, leaning drunkenly against the wall, shade tilted at a precarious angle, light flickering, as if wondering what the hell just happened.

Jennifer Lee Cummings, my life-long friend and long-time fuck buddy, saw none of this. By then her t-shirt was half off, covering her head. When her face emerged, she glared at me with tear-swollen, bloodshot eyes, yelled, "If you say 'I told you so,' I swear to God I'll kick you in the nuts," and threw the shirt in my direction.

Words being unasked for and possibly even dangerous, I just dodged the flying object and nodded. Besides, I already knew the story. We'd talked for hours the night before. In between crying jags, she told me all about how her marriage, which I'd warned her aginst, had fallen apart.

So I settled for enjoying the view. Now topless, her struggle to unbutton tight, recalcitrant jeans had set her gravity-defying breasts jiggling in a attention grabbing manner. I'd seen those marvelous, pink-tipped melons many times in the past, but not since our ‘final and forever’ fuck last year.

That had been a few days before her wedding. A night filled with epic sex tinged with mixed emotions. We were achingly horny for one another. Nothing new about that. The difference was Jenny being almost giddy with romantic love while I worried her future husband, a shy, low-energy brainy nerd, just wasn’t the right man for her.

That time, she’d come in calmly, closed the front door, and as usual, hung her purse on the door knob so she wouldn’t forget it when leaving. By the time we met in the middle of the room, the silky blouse we both loved to feel during sex was thrown open, revealing those delicious breasts. Once again I kissed the first lips I’d ever kissed while slipping my tongue into the mouth that had shown me the joy of oral sex.

We parted and looked at one another. “Enough foreplay,” she said, gently squeezing on my achingly hard shaft.” Time for some serious sex.”

After our first explosive orgasms, we lay together, me kneeling between her widespread legs, still connected, our flushed, sweaty bodies moving gently back and forth, hastening my recovery while savoring the afterglow.

Wordlessly, we watched one of her hands slip between the breasts I’d seen swell from tiny ‘skeeter bites into things of bountiful beauty. The journey continued over her flat stomach, not stopping until the fingers nestled amid her trimmed, silky pubs. One fingertip then reached out and gently touched my shaft at the point where our two bodies merged into one being.

She looked up into my eyes. “Do you ever wish we’d been able to fall in love?

“Yep. It’d be nice having your best friend and lover as your spouse. But, maybe, I guess, knowing each other so long and so very, very personally, that wasn’t in the cards. Besides, you always wanted a brainy, cuddly non-jock, and that just ain’t me babe.”

She nodded. “And you always lusted for the short, skinny cheerleader, gymnast types.”

“Guilty as charged. I’m just glad we’re still friends, even if the lovers part is ending.”

“Me, too. But I really do love Ricky. Besides, why get married if you're already planning to cheat?”

“Beats me. I’m just glad Ricky wanted to wait until after the wedding to consummate the deal. Though, like I’ve said before, how any guy not dead or gay can pass on getting you into the sack is beyond me. And, to be honest, it still worrries me that the two of you might not have the same sex drives. Face it gal, when it comes to sex, you can be a bit overwhelming.”

A grunt of triumph snapped me back to the present, I watched as she shoved both jeans and panties to the floor, then angrily kicked them and her sandals aside. The tall, full-figured, toned and very nude body now standing defiantly before me, hands on hips, exuded an earthy, almost primal sexuality alpha males found irresistable and Betas terrifying.

Jenny wasn't beautiful, not really. Her face was saved from being plain by large blue eyes and a mouth that could break into a warm, soul-stirring smile, but could also purse into a scowl no one ever forgot or wanted to face again.

Without warning, that proud, erect body sagged and her expression melted from belligerent anger to one of overwhelming sadness. In a resigned, indifferent voice she asked, “So how do I look?”

“Better than ever,” was my honest reply.

“Bullshit. I’ve gained weight.”

“It all must have gone to your boobs. I swear they’re finer than ever.”

“No such luck. It all went to my butt,” she said, reaching around and slapping at the ample object of her displeasure.

She pointed toward the drink in my hand.” Is that for me?”

“As ordered. A double ‘Gorilla Killer. The cheapest 151 proof rum available along with a splash of Diet Coke and some ice.”

“Good.” She stepped closer, took the glass and drained half.

After shuddering and catching her breath, she gave me a quick kiss, finished off the glass and handed it back.

“Thanks. I’ll need a lot more of those, of course. But now let me check on the other thing I need from you. After that, all I want is to get drunk and fucked into forgetfulness.”

“Glad to help,” I said. “After all, what are friends for?”

We were standing in the doorway to the kitchen. By the time I set the glass down and turned back, Jenny had knelt, tugged off the only thing I’d been wearing, my gym shorts, and begun to kiss and talk to my raging boner. “Oh, Rowdy, at least you’re happy to see me,” she crooned in a low, little girl voice. “Just please make Jenny happy like you used to and I’m all yours.”

Rowdy, the name she’d given a much smaller version of him way back when, made no objections, just dribbled a spot of pre-cum onto Jenny’s puckered lips.

I leaned back against the counter, spread my legs and stroked Jenny’s short, blonde hair. “We’ve both missed you.”

She glanced up at me, smiled, then crammed him deep inside her mouth.

Jenny could give great blow jobs, including deep throating. She had perfected her technique by practicing for hours, usually on me back when we were in high school. We’d both been super competitive jocks, still are, and learning how to deep throat had somehow become a physical challenge she couldn’t resist. By trial and error, we'd figured out that the absolutely best way was in a sixty-nine with her on top and me underneath enjoying her delicious pussy while she easily engulfed every inch of Rowdy. That had been one of the best of our many sexual first.

As I watched the familiar, if long missed, sight of her lips buried up against my body and felt her throat, massaging Rowdy’s swollen head, the flickering lightbulb in the living room flared brightly and, with a sizzling pop, went out.

It distracted Jenny enough to make her pause and pull back. With lips pressed against Rowdy’s wet, straining shaft, she looked up at me with a quizzical expression, as if asking what the hell just happened.

Maybe it was the light burning out, or our long separation, or maybe I’d finally come to my senses, but for whatever reason, what had happened was I’d just realized how much I’d missed my best friend and that, with all the certainty I could muster, I never wanted her to leave again.

Before she could get back to work on Rowdy, I pulled her up beside me, wrapped her in my arms and kissed her for a long, long time.

When our lips parted, she gave her head a small shake, smiled at me and said, “Wow. I’d forgotten how good a kisser you can be when you put your mind to it.”

“The pleasure was all mine,” I said, but without returning her smile. “The last time you were here, when you walked out the door, I felt empty, alone and like, well, like I’d just lost my best friend. And do you know when I stopped feeling like that?”

She bit her lower lip. “No.”

“It was just now, when you charged in, destroying property and yelling threats.”

“Sorry about that.”

“No problem. The thing is, I don’t want you ever leaving again. At least, not without me. ‘Cause, you see, strange as this may sound, I’ve just fallen in love with my best friend."

For what seemed like hours, she silently gazed into my eyes. Then she smiled, nodded, whispered, “Me, too,” and pulled my face down to her’s for a kiss that, in many ways, has never stopped.