Inspired by image 10, the lyrics of Taylor Swift, and Star Wars.
Turmoil has engulfed the Galactic Republic…
“Hurry up! I started it! I can’t wait for you anymore!” Ines called from my living room.
“I’m making you coffee! Can’t you be a little patient?!” I shouted back from the kitchen. But it was too late, I heard the familiar fanfare of the opening crawl of The Phantom Menace blaring from the tv as I poured cream into both of our mugs.
It was early on May 4th and Ines had come over for our annual tradition of watching the first six Star Wars movies. It had started with a big group of friends our first year of grad school and instantly became an annual event with plenty of food and alcohol. However, our whole friend group had moved away in the year since graduation. I was left in the apartment by myself and it was just the two of us remaining in town to celebrate our love of the sci-fi franchise.
“You got the rules? And the whiskey?” she asked as I handed her the warm cup. Having seen these movies so many times, it was not really any big deal if either of us missed a little bit and we regularly talked through it with our own quips, commentary, and conversation.
“Oh, shit. Yeah, let me find them. Grab the whiskey yourself; you know where it is.” I dug around in the drawers of the coffee table, searching for our Star Wars drinking game guide and pulled out an old, crumpled, and stained piece of paper. I tossed it on the couch as she poured a bit of Jack Daniel’s in both of our mugs.
Drinking guide in hand, we both settled into the couch to enjoy one of our favorite days of the year.
——————
By the time Jango Fett lost his head and we neared the end of the second movie, we were both starting to get a little bit tipsy and my mind had admittedly wandered away from the events of the Galactic Empire. Ines was leaned up against me as she intently watched the battle on Geonosis.
We had met the first week of graduate school, both part of the same cohort in our two-year Masters program. I felt a connection between us immediately as we could make each other laugh with only the littlest smirk and glance. We were passionate about similar topics in our classes and she was easy on the eyes too — her daily spin class kept her in great shape and her short mousy hair was just the cutest.
But as we built a friendship, she was building a romantic connection with Neil, one of my roommates. I painfully watched from the sidelines as they started dating and became inseparable as the “resident couple” in our group of friends.
The nights when I could hear the two of them pleasuring each other through the thin walls of our old apartment were equal parts exhilarating and heart wrenching. I dreamed of being the one that could give that to Ines and touched myself as I imagined doing so. I’d be the first to admit that it’s a bit sick, but that’s the reality of unrequited love.
Over time, my feelings toward her fell to the background and it grew easier to be around the two of them. The time that Ines had once spent with me pouring over our books to study or up late writing papers ceased as she focused on her relationship with Neil. I accepted that it would never happen between us, despite them regularly splitting up for a day or two before getting back together in a loud meeting of passionate sex.
There had been moments of connection between Ines and I a couple times when they were separated, but I had just been too chicken to do anything about it.
When Neil moved away along with the rest of our friend group, I had hope that things might fizzle between them. Unfortunately, despite his living several hours away, they kept up their same old on/off pattern. At least now I didn’t have to hear their reconciliations with my own ears.
However, Neil’s departure did mean that Ines had more time for me. Our friendship grew, and we were together most nights that she wasn’t away visiting him or he was in town to see her. My old feelings for her grew again.
I thought about just talking to her about it, but I never knew when her and Neil were together or not. Telling her about my affection just posed too much risk of ruining the friendship.
As we sat here on the couch, just the two of us, my mind drifted back to what could’ve been if I would’ve made my move way back then. Every time I saw her I kicked myself knowing I should’ve kissed her during one of those moments of connection when they weren’t together.
Suddenly, the movie in front of us ended and I was brought back to reality. “Two down, four to go! Think we should order some pizza? I’m getting kinda hungry for lunch,” Ines asked as I grabbed the remote to flip on Revenge of the Sith.
“Yeah, go for it,” I replied, still distracted by my thoughts of her.
——————
The pizza stoked our thirst and the pile of empty beer cans started to pile up as we watched a broken Anakin left behind on Mustafar. Ines sleepily laid out on the couch, her head resting on my thigh. It did not elude me that she was so dangerously close to my crotch.
“You know, I can’t believe this might be our last time doing this,” Ines said casually as if it was old news.
But it was not. “What do you mean?? Why would this be our last time?” I tried to keep the panic out of my voice, but to say I was concerned would have been an understatement.
“Well, I had told you I was applying to all those new jobs. Two of them already offered me positions, but one of them is in L.A. I’d have to move.”
“Oh,” I replied, shocked by this revelation. Yeah, I did know about how dissatisfied she was in her current job—an entry-level position just to get into the field after grad school. But it didn’t even cross my mind that she would be leaving the area. Leaving me. A million thoughts went through my head behind the blank expression I was trying to present.
“You seem bummed,” she said after a moment. “You gonna miss me?” she teased, trying to lighten the mood.
“I mean … yeah. You’re my best friend. Of course I’m going to miss you,” I answered earnestly.
“Awww. That’s sweet. I’m really going to miss you too. I’ve really enjoyed both us re-building our connection over the last year,” she replied with a faltering smile. “I don’t think you’ve ever called me that before though. Your … best friend.” Her eyes did not quite meet mine as she landed on those last two words. It seemed to stir something in her, but I could not tell what.
It was my turn to try for levity. “And you’re not going to come back for Star Wars day? I’ve always said you’re a sith through and through,” I tsked with a disapproving frown.
“Oh, come on now. No need to name call,” she said with a chuckle.
“Well, even if I’m bummed that you might be leaving me all to my lonesome, I am happy for you. Either of those companies would be lucky to have you and you deserve to work somewhere that realizes that.” I tried to put on a brave face and be the encouraging friend I wanted to be.
“Thank you for saying that. It’s going to be a hard decision.”
“When would you start?” I asked, silently praying that it would be a long-delayed transition.
“Potentially next month, actually! I have to let them know by the end of this week.” I could hear the enthusiasm in her voice as she thought about the prospects in front of her.
“Wow, that’s … exciting.” I tried to match her tone, but worried I was falling flat as my fear of losing her had my heart beating rapidly inside my chest. “Which way are you leaning?”
“Honestly, it’s 50/50 right now. I’m just waiting on a sign of which way to go. I just have this feeling that the universe will give me some clarity out of the blue.”
“I see. Waiting on the Force. And what does Neil think about all this?” He had moved away too, but LA was a plane ride away from him (and me), not just a drive.
“I think we’re finally finished,” she said tersely, a sudden shift in her tone as coldness crept in. “We’ve been ‘off’ a hell of a lot more than ‘on’ lately and when I told him about the job, he totally blew up. I packed up his things in a box last week and sent them back to him. I’m done with his shit.”
Anger came through each of her words and the grief of the end of the relationship played across her face. I felt for her, but it still took all that I had to suppress my own smile at this news.
“Wow. I’m sorry to hear that.”
“Don’t be. It’s been a long time coming. This was just the straw that broke the camel’s back. I think there was always a little part of me that knew it wouldn’t last.”
“Still, endings are always hard. Even if they’re the right decision,” I offered consolingly.
“True,” she said as I watched her retreat back into her own thoughts for a moment. “Well, anyway, I don’t want to think about it anymore. Three movies down, three to go!” I could hear her manufactured positivity as I looked up to see the credits rolling.
This time I could genuinely match her enthusiasm. “Yes! Halfway! Onto A New Hope!” I flipped over to the next movie.
——————
Despite knowing that our trio of heroes would eventually conquer Vader and the Empire, the tension of the trap on Bespin and Han’s capture always put us on the edge of our seats. For both of us, it was a favorite scene.
As Han was about to be pulled into carbonite freezing chamber, Ines and I looked at each to say the lines, as is our tradition:
“I love you.”
“I know.”
Abruptly, and unexpectedly, the world shifted. It wasn’t just a line repeated from the movie. It was a profession that I knew was true from the bottom of my heart. I’d known it for ages, really. But did she know that? And did it mean anything to her?
Our eyes remained connected, Han’s fate forgotten. I felt heat bloom in my face as I watched her. Her gaze flicked down to my lips and back again. Was her face moving towards me or was I imagining it?
Her blue irises seemed to be filling my entire field of vision — they were suddenly the only important things in the world. Like they were the ocean and I was but a small boat riding their rolling waves.
Before I knew it, I felt soft flesh pressing against my lips.
She closed her eyes and I pushed back against her, meeting her kiss. My lips prickled with the electricity of our connection. I couldn’t believe this was actually happening. Her moist lips were all that I dreamed that they would be.
I wrapped my fingers around her chin and neck, pulling her deeper into me as she touched my chest. Then, unexpectedly she pulled away. I dropped my hands equally hastily. I felt my chest rising and falling rapidly.
“Holy shit. Are we doing this? Do you want this?” she asked. Her expression was mixed with excitement, fear, curiosity, and desire. I imagined I looked about the same.
“I’ve always wanted this, to be honest,” I replied desperately, praying that she was not regretting what had just transpired over the last three minutes.
“Why didn’t you ever do anything about it then?”
“I was too afraid to ruin the friendship. I didn’t want to lose you.”
“You know, staying friends is safe, but that doesn’t mean we should…”
“So you want this, too?” I asked, my soul filling with a new hope.
“More than fucking anything,” she answered, a look of hunger growing on her face. Without another moment lost, she pitched herself up on one knee and threw her other leg across my lap, straddling me.
Her mouth reconnected with mine. As soon as our lips met this time, her tongue pushed through the barrier of our lips and began dancing with my own. Her hands grabbed the back of my neck, her passion taking over.
I could not believe that this was happening. Even if I had ever had the courage to express my feelings to Ines, I would not have believed that she reciprocated, let alone act on those desires.
I slid my fingers underneath her loose-hanging cardigan and felt the skin of her waist below her cropped tank top. It was hot and smooth and perfect.
Surprisingly, the tv started playing some sort of weird interlude reflecting its anger that we had not hit play on the next movie. Night had fallen around us, but finishing our movie marathon now was the least of our priorities. Ines scrambled to grab the remote and turn off as she returned to her perch on my lap.
“Where were we?” she asked seductively, her voice low and husky.
What started as shy exploration was now quickly burning into a raging fire of raw lust and desire. All that I had dreamed of for the last three years was coming true, and it turned out that she wanted it, too. I felt my cock come to life below her weight, but I did all that I could to keep from getting too hard. I didn’t want her to think that I was expecting anything to come from this.
She shrugged off her sweater revealing more of the tight top constraining her lovely tits. My hands explored around her back and down to her ass, grabbing the bubbly cheeks that I had secretly drooled over for years. For now, they were withheld within the spandex prison of her stretchy shorts, but maybe not for long…
Things were moving hot and heavy now. She pulled away and reached for the hem of her tight top. I excitedly prepared for the bounty that I was about to witness. But then she stopped.
“How long have you wanted to see these?” she teased. An evil smile widening across her lips.
“Since I first laid eyes on them,” I admitted, all pretense of modesty forgotten.
“I thought so. Well, enjoy.” She pulled the top up over her head revealing tits even more perfect than I had pictured in my dreams. Not overly large, but just absolutely perfect.
I was stunned into paralyzed silence as I tried to etch their image into my mind, tracing over each bump, pore, and beauty mark leading up to hardened dark pink nipples. I never wanted to forget this sight and this moment.
“I love the way you look at me,” she said, pulling me from my stunned immobility.
I met her eyes to find her smiling wide down at me. “What do you mean?”
“You look at me like you’re trying to savor the moment. Like you’re afraid to look away and let it end.”
“That’s because with you … I am. I’m in awe of you, I always have been.”
“Oh come here,” she said, grabbing my face and pulling it back into hers. As our lips met again she reached down for the hem of my own shirt and pulled it up over my head, only breaking our kiss for the shortest moment.
Her hands quickly roved across my skin, tracing my contours like I was a foreign land to be conquered. I followed suit and brought my own up to her beautiful breasts. I tenderly took them in my palms, feeling their softness, their weight. I took her hardened nipples between my fingers and lightly teased them making her whimper into my mouth as our tongues continued in their tango.
By this point, there was no mitigating my hardness. My cock was at full attention underneath her and I could feel her subtly grinding herself along my length as she remained on my lap. It occurred to me that there were only maybe four layers of fabric between my dick and her pussy. My cock throbbed with vigor at the thought.
I leaned her back and pulled away from her lips as I kissed down her chin, neck, and collar bone before my mouth found her nipple. She groaned as I lightly sucked and swirled my tongue around the hardened peak.
Just as I had done with my eyes, I tried to memorize the sensation of this moment, creating a visceral record of of the texture, taste, shape, and uniqueness of her boob. What if I was never here with her again?
Suddenly, she pushed my face away from her chest with a groan. “I cannot go another minute before I see what is so damn hard down here,” she said with a lustful smile as she slid back off of me, landing on her knees in between my legs.
“Can I?” she asked with the cutest wrinkle of her nose. Her hands headed for the waistband of the once-loose shorts that were now taut with the tent inside of them. I had never gotten this far in my dreams—Ines’s face inches from my hard dick begging to be let in.
“Of course,” I squeaked in disbelief. I lifted my hips as she pulled down on both shorts and boxers underneath. The material glided down my length, revealing a patch of poorly-trimmed hair, until it slid down over my head. My cock sprung back up dramatically as the shorts fell to the floor.
“Wow! Umm … damn!” she said, taking a moment to visually process what she was seeing. “I have to admit I had noticed your bulge before when we’d be lounging around here. But this is more than I would have guessed. You have … a really nice dick.”
“Thanks,” I replied sheepishly. I didn’t really have much to compare it to, but I appreciated her excitement.
I felt like I could see her arousal growing in her as her breathing grew more ragged and her voice more husky, her eyes glued to my erect member. Her hand shook slightly as she raised it to the base of my shaft. One by one, her fingers wrapped around my circumference, not quite able to grip it fully.
She swallowed, gathering her courage, and pointed my dick at her face. She licked around the head before taking it in her mouth. Despite the passion that was clearly evident in her work, there was no hurry. She wanted to do this right.
For a second I thought I might come right there. The arousal of the moment mixed with seeing the woman that I had crushed on for years with my dick in her mouth was almost too much to take. It was better than I had ever pictured. I focused on my breath and calmed myself down.
She hadn’t taken much of me, barely more than the tip, but it felt wonderful. Her tongue swirled around it as she brought her second hand up and started pumping along my length.
“Oh god that feels good,” I groaned as she worked herself into a rhythm and made eye contact. “And you look gorgeous down there with my dick in your mouth by the way,” I added with a coy smile.
She grinned back up at me, redoubling her efforts. Based on the sounds I had heard coming from Neil’s room in years past, I had guessed that she might have some skill in this area, but I had not imagined it would feel this good. It was as if her tongue was coaxing me towards orgasm like a puppet on an invisible string.
Before long, I worried that I was getting too close to orgasm. “Shit. Better. Stop. Or make me come,” I said breathily in the only truncated sentences I could get out.
She peered back up at me and gave one more lick before popping off my dick. “No, no, no. I’m not done with you yet,” she said, a devilish look on her face.
She stood up gracefully from the floor and grabbed at the waistband of her stretchy athletic shorts. I felt my heart start to beat quickly again in disbelief — I was about to be fully naked with one of my best friends and my biggest crush ever. Is this real life?
I watched intently as her she peeled her shorts and underwear in one smooth motion, revealing herself to me entirely. She dropped back down on the couch next to me and grabbed my face again, pulling my lips back to hers. That first feeling of electricity coursed through me again and I wondered if it could possibly ever get old. Doubtful.
“Touch me,” she requested tenderly in between our kisses. My hands carefully caressed down her body until reaching her groin. I felt through the rough, moist pubic hair until I found her slit. Everything was wet as could be. Another jolt went through me as I realized I was touching Ines’s pussy; something I had dreamed about for so long.
She purred softly into my mouth as I explored her folds, deliberate, but not cautious, in my touch. I sunk one finger into her slowly to wet it before pulling it out.
Her purr turned into a groan as I retrieved my finger and encircled her clit, lightly stimulating it. She pushed her mouth into mine and wrapped her hand back around my cock, clearly encouraging me to continue.
I played with her and danced my fingers around until I found the rhythm that she seemed to prefer the most. She matched its tempo as she stroked me while biting down on my lip.
She pulled her mouth away and cried out into my neck, her hand now going wild on my dick in response to what she was feeling.
“Oh! You’re gonna make me—“ she huffed in between satisfied yips. “You’re gonna make me—“ she tried to get out again as she gasped.
“You’re gonna make ME COMMMMMEEEEE” she finally wailed. Her body tensed up around mine and her thighs snapped closed around my hand. She convulsed as the waves of her orgasm rippled through her body, each causing a little jump. I tried to remove my fingers, but each time I did, she breathily begged, “No more. Too much,” causing another jolt of overstimulation.
She leaned her face into my neck again and sighed as the final wave of her orgasm passed her by. “That felt good. Really fucking good.” She kissed my collar bone lovingly, looking up into my eyes. “And now…I want to ride you.” Another grin spread across her lips full of hunger and passion.
She swung her leg up over my hips again and planted her knees on either side of my thighs, trapping my erection in between our bodies up against my abdomen. I felt her hair rub along its underside as she leaned down to kiss me once more. I noticed drips of moisture falling down my length and onto my balls as she rubbed herself against me while we made out.
For a second, I wondered how many times she had done this very thing with Neil on this same couch, but I pushed the thought from my mind, refocusing on the incredible moment at hand.
Slowly, she lifted herself up and grabbed my dick to line it up with her pussy.
“Errr—wait!” I said awkwardly. “Don’t I need to put on… something?” It was the most awkward way I could have asked the question.
“You’re clean, right?” she asked, frozen uncomfortably in position.
“Well, yeah.”
“So am I. And I’m the pill. I want to feel you for our first time. Raw.” I could see the desire in her eyes. Also, did ‘first time’ mean that there would be others? “That okay with you?” she asked, although she had already started teasing my tip with her soggy slit.
“Yes please,” I affirmed with a smile.
She nodded as my head passed through her inner lips, stretching her. Even that little bit felt unbelievable. “Fuck. You’re bigger than—“ She stopped herself before she could finish the thought. “Never mind.”
“Oh, really?” I asked coyly.
“I shouldn’t have said anything. The point is, you feel really fucking good inside me,” she said as she pushed further down, adjusting to my size.
“You feel really fucking good, too,” I groaned. I raised my chin to kiss her again while her weight pushed her further and further down my shaft.
I felt her pussy lips finally grip around the base of my dick. Her vagina pulsed around me, throbbing and massaging me even without us moving.
“Holy shiiiiiit,” she growled. “I feel so fucking FULL!” She tossed her head back in pleasure as she wiggled around for a moment enjoying the sensation.
She slowly slid up along my length before dropping back down again, eliciting another gasp of pleasure from both of us at the feeling.
Quickly, our bodies began to work in tandem, building to a natural rhythm that suited both of us. My hips rising up to meet her as she slammed herself down onto me, impaling herself in my lance over and over again.
Each and every time I reentered her I felt like I was taken to another level of paradise. It almost didn’t feel real.
I tried to focus on my senses to ground me in this moment that I never wanted to forget. I thought about the sounds of our bodies thrumming and smashing together as her moans and groans accented each thrust. I noticed the scent of our sweat and sex in the room even further expanding my arousal. I watched her tits bounce and looked up at her face contorted in pleasure. I tasted the faint saltiness from every time I kissed her skin. I zeroed in on the physical feeling of our bodies gliding together, not just in my cock, but in the weight of her on my hips, of her legs grinding against mine for leverage, of my hands gripping at her ass while hers wrapped around the back of my neck.
I wanted to hold onto this moment forever.
Suddenly, her moans grew louder, her thrusts more violent. “Ohhh. OHHHH. OHHHHHHH!” she wailed as the movement abruptly stopped and she impaled herself as deeply as possible. A shudder ran through her body as I felt the walls of her vagina begin to convulse around my cock.
“FUCK!” she cried as she gripped onto me with all her might, her muscles shaking from the effects of the orgasm erupting inside of her. I loved watching the ecstasy dance across her face with each successive crest of pleasure. It was like a symphony made physical.
Once her muscles started to release and the orgasm began to subside, she pulled back and kissed me.
“Oh you make me feel so good,” she whispered tenderly, attaching her lips to mine again. “But now I need you to flip me over and pound my pussy. I want your cum dripping out of me.” She grinned at me with a salacious smile, still hungry for more.
“Well, if that’s what you want…” I replied, my own thirsty grin widening.
I grabbed around her ass and lifted us both up off the couch, my cock still inside her, and turned us around. I lowered her back down to the couch and looked into her eyes.
“Ruin me,” she ordered with a confident whisper.
I almost came right there, but instead replied, “It will be my pleasure.”
With that, I pulled my length out of her entirely, teased her clit with my head just a bit more, and plowed back into her. We both groaned at the feeling as our bodies collided violently.
I pulled back briefly and repeated the motion, slamming my length deep into her. She yelped in satisfaction as I bottomed out. “Oh yes. Give it to me!” she begged.
I pulled out and I slammed back into her. Again. And again. And again. The clapping of our bodies reverberating through the living room as the couch shook underneath us.
I kept up the tempo for the next several minutes, doing all that I could to savor the feeling of making love to Ines. Soon enough, I felt my orgasm on its way.
“Oh god, I’m gonna come,” I gasped as I kept up my pace, each stroke more forceful than the last.
“Fuck yes! Fill me!” she shouted.
It sent me over the edge. It was like a seismic charge went off inside of me as the shockwaves of my climax raced through every fiber of my being. Jets of warm cum leapt from my cock into Ines’s thirsty pussy as I came. I heard myself roar in pleasure, almost as if I was outside my own body.
In one fell swoop, it was like my world was shattered. Like a proton torpedo hit my main reactor, setting off an explosive chain reaction of pleasure that felt almost unsurvivable. It was unlike anything I’d ever felt before.
I leaned down to kiss her as she grabbed at my face. I felt so connected to Ines in this moment, and I never wanted it to end.
“Boy, we should have ruined this friendship a long time ago,” she said with a smile as she pecked me on the cheek and nuzzled into me.
“Yeah. Honestly, it would have killed me to wonder. I would have regretted it for all time.” I kissed her again as I started to go soft inside of her. I could feel my cum leaking out around my cock.
Suddenly, we both heard the sound of Ines’s phone ringing on the side table. “You need to get that?” I asked, getting off of her. It had gotten late—maybe it was an emergency.
She reached over and looked at her phone. Her expression fell as the screen lit up her face in the dim room. “It’s … Neil,” she whispered.
“You can answer it. If you want,” I said, desperately hoping she wouldn’t.
She hit the lock button, muting it. A surge of joy burst in my heart. She was choosing me. For once.
“He’s texted me like 20 times,” she said, still looking down. Then, it buzzed again as he called.
“Maybe something’s happened,” she said. I could see the turmoil in her face as she struggled with this decision.
“Just answer it,” I suggested, attempting to be as light-hearted as possible. And she did.
I could hear his voice through the phone because it was so quiet in the room. “Hey, honey. Are you at my old place? I figured you’d be doing the Star Wars thing.”
‘My old place,’ as if I wasn’t still living here. What the fuck did he want anyway?
“Ummm. Yeah. What’s up?” she asked hesitantly.
“I’m five minutes away. I’ll see you soon,” he replied with excitement in his voice.
“Wait. Neil! What the fuck is going on?”
“I got the box with my stuff that you sent. But I’m not ready for us to be done. I’ll move wherever your next job takes you. I was an asshole and there will be time for me to give you the million apologies you deserve. But I want to make this work.”
Ines’s face went white in shock as it contorted through nine different emotions in the span of five seconds. “I … don’t know what to say.”
“You don’t have to say anything. I’m pulling into the parking lot now. Just come out and we can head back to your place.” The phone went silent in her hand as she looked back up at me, dumbstruck. It dropped onto the couch cushion at her side.
I felt my heart racing inside my chest. After this beautiful, wonderful night was she going to cast me aside yet again? The apex of excitement, connection, and … love(?) I had felt just moments before deflated quickly as I watched the conflict displayed on her face, her brows knitted in distress. I pleaded with my eyes for her to stay, but also felt desperately afraid to pressure her into a decision she would lament down the road.
Then, the tension vanished. Her face relaxed and she looked resolute. She picked up her phone and touched the screen again.
“Everything okay? I’m here,” I heard Neil say, answering the call.
“Go home, Neil. We’re done. I was clear,” Ines said with finality. She tapped ‘end,’ and dropped the phone once more, making eye contact with me again. A peaceful smile spread across her lips and I felt my chest start to release.
“I’m done with him, but not with you. What do you say we go ruin this friendship some more in the bedroom?” she asked, bringing her lips to mine and wrapping her fingers around my flaccid member.
I kissed her with all the passion I could ever offer as my cock started to spring back to life.
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