Best Friends Forever by Dawn Pendleton

with him. And if he’s willing to wait for sex with me, I can only assume he loves me too, though I doubt he’ll say it.
    His arm wraps protectively around me, his hand splayed against my stomach. My tank top has ridden up and his hand is hot against my skin. I find myself wanting to do more than just lay here with him. I roll over, bite my lip, and look up at him in the darkness. I can just make out the contours of his face, and he’s smiling.
    “You’re so beautiful,” he says before I can say anything.
    Without thinking, I pull his lips to mine, swallowing whatever it was I’d been about to say. Forget waiting. I want him. Now. I roll onto my back and pull him above me, letting his weight sink us into the mattress.
    “Hazel? Are you sure?” he asks, totally sweet and loving.
    I sigh. “Oh, I’m sure.”
    With that, he quickly gets me out of my tank top and shorts. I’m naked except for my panties, but I don’t feel exposed. His fingers graze my breasts, sending goose bumps up and down my spine. I shiver.
    “Don’t be afraid, baby. I won’t hurt you,” he says soothingly.
    Does he think I’m a virgin? Time to squash that.
    I turn demanding, rolling him over onto his back and straddling him. His look of surprise is priceless, but I barely have time to admire it as I strip him of his boxers. I’m impressed. He’s larger than anyone I’ve ever been with, but that’s a short list. I kick off my own panties and straddle him again, rubbing myself against him.
    “Condom,” he gasps at my movement, afraid I’ll try to trap him like Cheyanne. His hand reaches for his nightstand and I stop him, opening the drawer and grabbing the latex myself.
    I rip open the package, move off him, and roll the condom on him with my mouth, causing him to groan and fist his hands in the sheets. I love the way he moans, his voice deep and rumbly, sending twinges of pleasure straight to my clit. I give him a blowjob for several minutes before I climb back on him, sliding him inside me.
    We both moan at the contact, the pleasure. I feel fuller than ever, and then he lifts his hips to thrust into me and I gasp. There’s a little pain from being stretched, but mostly, all I feel is pleasure, incredible pleasure. Pleasure I’ve never felt before. I move against him and the sensation intensifies, building into what I know will be an epic orgasm. I don’t want it to happen too quickly, but Roman grabs my hips and forces me down on him. Hard. I shatter above him, tingly bursts of heaven flooding my entire body.
    I barely register that he’s thrusting into me harder and faster to reach his own release. I collapse on his chest and his hips buck up at me.
    “Fuck,” I hear him whisper just seconds before he stills.
    The sound of our heavy breathing is the only thing that fills the room. My chest heaves against him. Finally, I move off him, laying back on his bed in complete and utter satisfaction. As I catch my breath, Roman takes care of the condom and then comes back to his bed.
    “Hey there, sexy girl,” he says, pushing my bangs out of my eyes.
    “Holy shit, Roman,” is all I can say, I’m so sated.
    He laughs. “Guess we’ll both sleep a little better now, huh?”
    “I guess so. I’m sleepy now,” I admit.
    He pulls me into his arms and we fall asleep almost immediately.
    An hour later, I have to pee. I debate for a minute about whether or not I can hold it until morning, but my bladder wins. Carefully, I disentangle myself from Roman’s arms and pull on my shorts and tank top. I can’t find my panties in the dark, so I go out to the bathrooms without them.
    The halls are empty when I go into the bathroom, but when I come out, there’s a commotion at the end of the hall.
    “Room two-oh-seven! Room check!” Room check! I didn’t even know colleges did that! Nolan’s voice is loud, giving rooms farther along time to get any extra people out of their rooms.
    Shit. I turn left instead of right, ready to go back to