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  Looking back at him, I saw Ian watching me intently with concern on his face, which wasn’t a look I expected for someone who was about to fuck my ass. Did he truly care that much that he would put my own comfort over his pleasure to such a degree?

  Of course he did. I was foolish to think otherwise. The man was my best friend. The man wanted nothing but good things for me, and if he caused me undue pain, he would never forgive himself.

  He wasn’t doing that, no. Still odd, vaguely uncomfortable, I was getting used to having him inside me soon enough.

  The discomfort started to fade though when he was completely inside me and waited a bit. The human body is a wonderful thing, and seemingly could get used to anything. He waited, stroking my back.

  “Still good?”

  I nodded. “I’m in this til the end. Show me that I can actually enjoy this, Ian.”

  He took a deep breath, and I mimicked him right after.

  Entirely inside me, it felt like an immense wave leaving me as he withdrew… and just as immense as he returned. The friction between us was so great, and his slow steady rhythm kept striking me as weird. Slowly but sure though, it went from ‘not unpleasant’ to ‘I’d like to try some more please.’, like I needed another serving to figure out if I really liked it or not. Ian kept me sampling it, bucking back and forth against me. The lube let him slide in so easily, and I knew that it was vital for me to enjoy this. I could just intuitively imagine the pain I would be in without that stuff there… instead, it was turning it into something very unique.

  I wasn’t outright moaning yet, no. I was gasping, silently trying to catch my breath as Ian kept his steady pace in hammering away at my hole. I could truly understand why guys liked it so much, it was so tight back there I must have been strangling his cock in the most wonderful way you could use that term. He kept it up. Soon, I let out a moan, almost against my will.

  “Called it. Knew you’d learn to love it. That’s why I love you. All prim and proper,” he said, grunting, his own pleasure apparent, “but you’re a dirty little slut.”

  “How did you,” I cried out again, “possibly know that?”

  “Just a feeling. I’d been thinking about doing this to you for years, Dana. Thinking about how much I wanted you to love having these things done to you.”

  His pace only grew more fierce as he was more and more sure that I was into everything he was doing. My pleasure was his permissions slip, and he used it to wild abandon, hitting me again and again with immense tides of bliss rolling into me, and rolling out. Somehow, someway, he was hitting something delightful back there that I never would have considered. I was now sure I didn’t hate this, and if it kept feeling like this, I think I’d be open to Ian fucking me in the wrong way more often.

  My back curled as the strange delight shook through me and made me cope more and more with the energy that was rocking through me with each and every one of his penetrations. When I was up far enough, he wrapped his arms around my waist, holding me tightly, urging me back, wanting to look me right in the eyes as he defiled me like this. The pressure inside me was building up so fast, so ready to explode inside me, but the uniqueness of the situation left me unsure of how it would strike me. One thing was for sure, though, was that I yearned for that climax through all of this.

  I really couldn’t believe how much I was enjoying this. I guess it helped seeing Ian struggle to contain himself for once, him trying to hold himself together under the tightness of my ass. Even through his own troubles, he managed to bring my lips to his, and shared another kiss with me. A suddenly deep and passionate one, one I would want to savor even without everything else that was going on.

  Yet, I had to break away. It had finally hit me, I called out again, my voice growing hoarse from the onslaught Ian had induced on me. It was the strangest climax I had ever had in my life, but it was still quite the wonderful one. Powerful, shuddering through my body, shock waves shaking me again and again. I couldn’t say that it was the best, but it was something that I would definitely want to feel again, especially by Ian’s hands.

  His grips on my hips tightened, and he thrust himself deep inside me one more time. Underneath my own moans, I heard one of his own, long and low, as he again spilled his seed inside me, this time where it definitely wasn’t meant to go. It felt especially weird, the warmth coming from a place that hadn’t gotten all that much stimulation before this point. Even as the height of the orgasm faded, I still felt myself shaking, my body feeling so weak from everything I had endured in the past… hour? Two hours? I had lost track of time, and it was all Ian’s fault.

  Ian laid atop me, his stamina too finally spent. He kissed me on the cheek, and cradled by body. Sure, it wasn’t a bed, and we definitely shouldn’t of slept there, but we could rest, if only for a moment.

  Slowly, we got our energy back. He pulled out of me, and dug out another moist towelette. “You’re already a mess. We shouldn’t make it completely obvious I just fucked you five ways to Sunday, Dana.”

  I laughed, finding it vaguely erotic as he wiped up his cum from my body. He even handed me my clothes, and helped me start to get dressed again. I was thankful, feeling so exhausted after all that.

  Somehow, someway, though, we managed to get dressed again.

  “Now we start the long trip home,” I said, wistfully.

  “My place or yours? Ian replied.

  “Yours, I think.”

  “Good. It takes about fifteen minutes to get there, and fifteen minutes is what I think I need to get hard again.”

  “Jesus fucking Christ, Ian,” I glared at him. “You’re literally a teenager.”

  “I’m only up for it if you’re up for it, Dana.” He shot me a sinful glare, coupled with a laugh. “You just have a way of kicking my libido into overdrive, you know?”

  I looked him up and down. He had my hand in his, and was walking with me side to side. Get home go for another round like he wanted? It was sounding like a better and better idea by the moment.

  Exiting the lecture hall, Ian was sure to lock the doors behind us. All that mess because we were impatient as hell. I just had to giggle, falling into Ian, letting him support me as we walked.

  His is a love I would never doubt again. We’d dealt with one another for over ten years at that point, and in my heart of hearts, it truly felt like we’d be dealing with one another for the rest of our days.

  I couldn’t think of a better guy to spend that time with.

  The End

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