Best Nick
I was leaning against my best friend as we sat by the pool watching the others horse around. Watching Nick was driving me insane! Why can’t he just open his eyes and see me? OH, he knows I exist…I’m Howie’s best friend but THAT’S it.
I felt Howie’s chest move as he laughed. "You’re hopeless, Sarah. Why don’t you stop procrastinating and TELL Nick how you feel?"
"Who’s procrastinating?" I protested looking over my shoulder at him.
"You are! I’m not gonna call you just to hear you whine because you didn’t tell Nick how you feel."
God…ten months!! It was eternity! Howie and the guys were getting ready to go out on the road again and today, we were all at Nick’s house just relaxing. Howie always brought me along so that we could spend time together before he went out on tour and so that he wouldn’t be uncomfortable without a date. Most of the time, the guys brought their current love interest but this time, it was just me…no other girls.
"But, Howie," I whined.
"BUT NOTHING! Get up off your sexy butt and go talk to him. Tell him how you feel."
"What if he doesn’t find me attractive?"
"Sarah, you’re an extremely desirable lady."
"Okay, if I’m so desirable, how come YOU’VE never made a move on me?"
Scrunching up his face like he’d tasted something HORRIBLE, Howie teased, "Ewww…that would be like incest!"
I had to laugh because Howie was right. We’d known each other forever. We’d grown up together in Orlando and his sisters use to babysit me for my parents.
"Sarah, have I EVER given you bad advice?"
"No!"
"Nick is shy when it comes to girls and relationships. If you want to be with him, then YOU have to make the first move."
I shut up now and went back to watching Nick as he, Kevin, AJ, and Brian played basketball. I was so engrossed in my thoughts, I missed Nick going into the house.
Howie nudged me, "Baby, Nick’s alone…inside. Why don’t you go inside with him and I’ll get the others to clear out so you two can be alone?"
"What if things don’t work out?"
"Then call me and I’ll come get you but I don’t think you have to worry…I KNOW Nick won’t be able to resist you."
I smiled at Howie. "You’re wonderful! Thanks!" and I gave him a kiss on the cheek before heading inside to find Nick.
"Nick!" I called out.
"I’m in the kitchen, Sarah," answered Nick. Then I heard him mumble, "Shit!"
Entering the kitchen, I saw Nick at the sink with the water running over his
hand. "What did ya do, Kaos?"
"Cut my hand on the grater. I hate that thing!"
Laughing, I said, "That’s why they make it already grated. Where’s
your first aid kit?"
"In the bathroom, under the sink."
"Keep the water running over it and I’ll be back in a minute."
It only took me a couple minutes and as I was returning, I saw Howie and the others leaving. Good! I just hope Nick doesn’t laugh in my face.
"Let me see it now."
Nick cut the water off and I took his hand to look at the cut. God, his
fingers were long. What would it feel like to have those fingers wrapped in my
hair?
Suddenly I felt Nick’s eyes on me and I realized I was wearing just my bathing suit…my sting bikini. I felt myself blush and wondered what he was thinking.
"How’s my hand, Doc?" teased Nick. "Will I live?"
God…he had to have seen me blush!
"Yeah, but I have bad news," I countered. "You’re gonna have to stay off it for a couple days."
"Damn….guess I’ll have to hire me a nurse to take care of me. You
free for the job?"
As I cleaned his hand off and put a Band-Aid on it, I felt his breath in my hair and a warmth between my legs. "There. All done. Now, where’s the cheese you wanted grated?"
"Over there," Nick said pointing to where he’d left the grater and cheese. "I was gonna make nachos and cheese."
"I’ll do it."
Nick sat on a stool and watched me as I grated the cheese and then sprinkled it over the nachos.
As I stuck them in the microwave, Nick said, "That’s not gonna be enough for all of us, Sarah."
"Uh…Nick, it’s just the two of us."
"Huh? Where’d the guys go?"
Pushing the buttons to set the timer, I said, "They left."
"Weren’t you riding with Howie?"
"Uh…yeah."
My hair fell into my face as I looked at my feet waiting for the proverbial shoe to drop. Out of nowhere, I felt his fingers pushing my hair behind my ear.
Looking up into his blue eyes, I felt my knees turning to jelly. Damn…does he know what he does to me when he looks at me like that?
"You know something…I’m glad they left."
Did he just say what I THINK he said? "Glad?"
Stepping closer to me, Nick ran his fingers through my hair. Softly, he said, "Yeah…gives me a chance to spend some time alone with you."
Leaning to me, his lips parted and he covered my mouth with his own, his tongue darting in to taste me. I felt his hands take my waist and pull me closer to him. I instinctively ran my hands across his arms and as he pulled me tighter, I could feel his erection.
**BEEP**BEEP**BEEP**
Breaking the kiss, I gasped, "Nachos are ready."
Taking my hand in his, he said, "What nachos? I have another hunger that needs satisfying."
Nick led me through the house and upstairs to his room. It was hot up there so Nick quickly opened the door that led out onto a balcony overlooking Tampa Bay. The warm sea breezed blew, instantly cooling the room but not me. I watched him move back to me and he took my hand once more.
We stood facing each other, hands linked but bodies apart, enjoying the energy that bounced between our warm and eager bodies. Together, we merged, fast and furiously, our lips locked, our bodies pressed together, and our hands exploring the new body before us. The reintroduction of his soft tongue weaving its way into my mouth sparked a hot sensation that ran down my throat, through my chest and belly, to my core, where it cause an explosion of wetness. A similar sensation came with his touch. His touch, though gentle, invaded my entire body. The electricity of his touch warmed my skin beneath his hand, and then radiated out from that spot to envelop my entire body.
We moved quickly to the bed where we lay intertwined, caressed by each other’s flesh. His lips were firm and insistent, as were his hands as they searched my body. I, with equal intent, sought to touch each part of his body. His soft hair wrapped around my fingers, his back hard and muscular from the constant rehearsal and workouts for the tour, his ass, perfectly sculpted. Hands on my breasts, hands on my ass, hands on my face—his hands seemed to be everywhere. One of these hands effortlessly untied my top, my skin shivering from the brush of his fingers. His hand cupped my breast and he held it tenderly, like a flower that he might bruise. I slipped my hands to the hem of his shirt and tugged at it until he had to release me to take it off. Leaning over me, he licked the circumference of my nipple before taking it in his mouth, his tongue swirling playfully around it.
I whimpered softly into his hair. God…I needed him!
Our mouths met again, our bare breasts pressed together, the sea breeze raising the hair on our bare skin. His hands worked down my body, taking my top with them, until I was in just the bottoms of my suit. Feeling his hardness pressing against me, only my bathing suit and his shorts separating us, I reached between us to grasp his erect penis. I massaged the length of it through his shorts, as he reached under me to hold my ass, which perfectly rounded into his palms. Sliding his hands to my thighs, his fingers moved up my thighs to my hips, his fingertips grazing my belly, and with one smooth action, he pulled the rest of my suit off and then his own shorts. He eased my leg up and wrapped it around his body. As he slipped a finger deep inside me, I felt the hair on the nape of my neck stand on end. The sensation weaved its way down my body with each glide of his finger. Sliding his finger up into my pussy, he pressed an insistent thumb on my clit and worked it in a swirling motion that only increased the luscious wetness between my legs.
Nick began to ease his way down my body. Nestling his head between my legs, he began to massage my clit with his tongue. Soft and swirling, his tongue rounded my clitoris while his finger entered me rhythmically, repeatedly.
The motion of his tongue, the feel of the satin sheets, and the breeze blowing across our bodies—I was writhing in pleasure. Each stroke of his tongue ended at the peak of my clit causing my legs to quiver as I felt the beginning of an orgasm build out of my wet peak.
Riding up my body with perfect timing, he entered me without an awkward search or guiding hand. His dick, an ideal fit, felt smooth and luscious with each rise and fall of his hips. With one leg wrapped around him, I bucked my hips to take in more of him. Each time I rose, my clit brushed against his abdomen, and I paused at each touch before enveloping him completely. Building on this rhythmic bump, I tightened my grip on his dick and felt a vibration growing in the walls of my center. Increasing, shooting out, racing throughout my body, the orgasm shook me. Looking intensely into each other’s eyes, we both came.
We stayed for almost an hour, our bodies intertwined, as we explored each other. With my fingertip, I traced the sun tattoo on his arm and he made small designs on my stomach with his.
Kissing me gently on the lips, Nick asked, "Are you gonna wait for me?"
"Forever, Nick!" was my sleepy reply as we both gave in to sleep.
