The One I Can Never Have (Weekly Fic)

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First off, HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!!! May you all have a great 2010!! As you all know, two weeks ago I started this weekly thing I call  

"Weekly Fic". Each Friday I write a pairing that is chosen by you or friends from my Twitter, hence the two He's My Man! stories. Now there is

a new fanfic! This is the first of 2010! Enjoy!



 

I've always been in love with my best friend's girlfriend. Yes, I am the jealous type, but the silent jealous type. I don't throw a tantrum easily,


I am the brooding one, silently plotting ways to get the girl away from my best friend. But I never act out my weirdest plans. I don't want to


cause a scene, because if I do, I will know that the long friendship I have shared with the two of them will be over.


I watch as they embrace and heavily kiss in front of me after the countdown to the beginning hours of 2010. Without thinking it, I bite my


bottom lip to keep from making a sound. After I am done with the champagne, I place it on the table and turn around without a word to my


friends, only to leave them be as I return to my apartment.


After my arrival, I slam the door closed and get undressed. Normally I always am a tidy person, but this time, I don't give a flying fuck.

Yeah, this time I throw my clothes down and leave a trail. Dear God, I need a shower. Yes, a scalding hot one will do, one that boils the

image of my best friends kissing from my memory while my body burns from the intense heat.

I'm almost naked as I turn around to cast my gaze around the small mess I made of my living room, when my eyes lock on this framed

picture. You guessed it: a picture of my best friend, his girlfriend and me. I feel an intense yearning to go that framed picture and destroy it.

To get consumed by the glass shards and bleed out until I die.


I am weak, for my body moves toward the centerpiece where the picture is on and I feel my fingers wrap around the frame, ready to lift it up

and throw it to pieces. Yet, that is not what happens.


Instead, I imagine the girlfriend of my best friend having followed me. She runs her fingers over my own, the ones that hold the framed

picture, no that touch it, because I haven't lifted it up. No words are spoken as she turns me around to look at her beauty that is standing not

in front of her boyfriend, the one she calls her lover, her soulmate, but her soulmate's best mate... er... friend.

I hold my breath as she takes off her clothes in front of me, jumpstarting my erection. It seems she is half-nude, only a long coat had hidden

her bra and panties from view. Hmm, now that I think of it... didn't I give them to her for her last birthday?

It doesn't matter as my erection prods against my briefs, showing a hard bulge. I am not a shy person, no, I grin and stand firm, proud to

show her my arousal as she takes off her panties, the last piece of clothing that protected her delicious body.


No words are spoken, and when I feel her hand on my chest which slides down to cup my erection through my briefs, I cannot stop thinking

that this is real. The brush of her fingertips against my bulge. I grin at her and then want to lean in and kiss her, but she slides my briefs off.


Only then I feel her lips against mine. I've always wanted to feel them against mine. It must be weird, wanting to feel the lips of my best

friend's girlfriend touch mine, but I don't care about your opinion. Her hand takes my cock between her fingers and begins to jack it off.

Our lips book a flight to an unknown destination as our kisses grow wilder, hotter, more passionate, more sexual, more sinful, while I cup

her breasts in my hands and rub her nipples against my palms. Soon our kisses transcend to french kisses.

Suddenly I reach for her and we fall onto the couch. I can't take it anymore. I want her bad. I craved her touch for years and on this special

day I am not going to let this opportunity go to waste.

She doesn't need to say it, she can see it in my eyes, how much I want to fuck her. How hard I want to drive myself into her.


I pounce on her body. My lips are on hers, her cheeks, her neck as I pinch her ass cheeks. She lets out a cry, my name is wrapped in that

cry, while I let my lips wander toward her breasts. I take a nipple into my mouth only to suck and gently bite on it. And then she says it.

Says how much she needs me. Says how she saw me back at the New Year's Party. Says how she saw the state I left in. 

That seals it. I know it is the real her, because if she didn't care that much about me, her soulmate's best friend, this surely as hell wouldn't 

be happening right now. 
 

I've never been a gulper, but I do gulp when I see her perfect shaven pussy open up for me like an oyster who opens itself up to the treasure
hunter which signals that this is the end of his quest to find a beautiful rare pearl. His quest is over, as is my yearning to be inside her.

If I thrust inside her right this minute, I win... maybe it will just be this one time, I don't know, you all surely don't know. Fate can be cruel like

that.


My arms wrap around her as I thrust into her pussy, my sudden desire that I have dreamed about for years since I had started to feel like

this for my buddy's girlfriend, which was eating out her pussy before sealing the deal and thrust inside her, disappeared like snow.

She reached for my lips and again we kiss the heightened senses way, the only difference is that this time I am fucking her and she is

bucking against my touch. My fingers do not lightly touch her breasts in that caress I did before, no, I squeeze them hard as we have sex in

these very first minutes of January 1st, 2010.


I drive into her until she can't take no more, until she tells me that she is going to come. I want to pull out and then release myself all over

her body, but she holds me in place and tells me, no, begs me to stay inside her. I ask her if she is sure, when she starts to heavily pant
 
and tells me she can feel that I am about to let it all go. I cup her beautiful cheeks that are now very tinged with pink and kiss her lips deeply

as I come full force inside her, her orgasm mixed with mine. Somehow she still manages to push me back and leans her body against

mine as she smiles and kisses me softly.

Content as I am,  I grin at her. "Happy New Year." 

The End