The next morning I woke up and instinctively reached out beside me – the bed was empty. My head throbbed slightly from last night’s alcohol, and as the memories flooded back, a hot shiver ran through me: Anja’s lips around my cock, her moans, her taste… But right away another feeling mixed in: pure panic. What if we’d ruined everything? Five years of best friendship – destroyed because of one drunken night?
Just then the door opened. Anja came in, radiant in a white summer dress that highlighted her slim legs and the gentle curves of her breasts. She grinned at me like nothing had happened.
“Good morning, sleepyhead! I couldn’t sleep anymore and explored the hotel. There’s even a small swimming pool on the east side – we absolutely have to try it. But first: I’m starving. Get ready, let’s go have breakfast!”
I nodded, still a bit dazed, climbed naked out of bed and disappeared into the bathroom. Anja just gave me a quick, amused glance, as if my morning wood was the most normal thing in the world.
In the shower, my thoughts raced. Why wasn’t she talking about it? Did she want to pretend nothing happened? I stood under the hot water longer than necessary until there was a knock at the door.
“Everything okay in there? You’ve been in there forever!” Anja called.
“Y-Yeah, all good… just daydreaming a bit,” I replied.
The door opened. Anja poked her head in, a mischievous smile on her lips. Her eyes briefly dropped to my dripping wet, half-hard cock before meeting mine again.
“You’re still thinking about yesterday, aren’t you?”
“A little,” I admitted, turning off the water.
She stepped closer, suddenly serious. “I enjoyed it too, Oskar. Really. But… you’re my best friend. I’m scared this could destroy everything.”
My heart nearly stopped. “I don’t want to risk that either. But… it was incredible. I could imagine more.”
A weird situation: a deep conversation in the bathroom, me completely naked, her in her summer dress. I suggested, “Let’s just carry on normally and see what happens?”
She nodded in relief, gave me a quick hug – I felt her breasts through the thin fabric – and kissed my cheek. “Now breakfast, before I starve!”
Breakfast was wonderfully relaxed: fresh rolls, coffee, view of the Thames. It almost felt like old times again.
The day outside was classic London: gray skies, light rain. Perfect for shopping. We went from store to store, tried on clothes, laughed at silly hats. At noon we sat in a cozy café, drank cappuccinos, and planned the afternoon. Everything normal. Everything like always.
Until Anja said, “I absolutely need a bikini. I want to try out the pool.”
“Then I need swim trunks too,” I grinned.
We ended up in a big sports store. I quickly found simple black shorts. Anja took longer – and when she pulled back the changing room curtain, my breath caught.
She was wearing a tiny white bikini. The top was barely more than two triangles that just covered her hard nipples. The bottoms sat low on her hips and accentuated her perfect ass. She did a slow spin.
“Like it?”
“Uh… yeah… a lot,” I stammered and quickly closed the curtain again.
Images from last night flashed through my mind: her nipples between my lips, her moans… My cock went instantly hard, pressing obviously against my jeans. I hurriedly sat down on a chair, trying to think of anything else – anything but her naked. But without success.
Finally she came out with the bikini in hand. On the way to the checkout, I strategically held the shopping bags in front of my crotch. It worked – I think.
We spent the rest of the day relaxed. In the evening we ate at a steakhouse and headed back to the room early.
Once there, we wanted to play a bit more. We grabbed a deck of cards and started. I lost miserably – round after round. After the tenth defeat, I tossed the cards aside.
“Nah, I’m done. No more.”
Anja pouted cutely. “One more round… pleeease…”
“Nope.”
Something sparked in her eyes. “Then let’s make it more exciting. Strip cards.”
I stared at her. “Are you serious?”
“Why not? We’ve seen each other naked a hundred times already. One more won’t make it worse – but it’ll add some spice.”
I swallowed, but nodded. The game began.
The first two rounds I lost immediately – socks and T-shirt gone. Then the tide turned: I won three in a row. Anja was only wearing her dress and (as we’d agreed) her socks counted double. She pulled them off, laughing.
On her third loss, she stood up, turned slowly, and pulled the dress over her head. Underneath she wore a black lace bra and matching thong. Even though I’d seen her like this often before, this time it was different. Charged. My gaze glued to her small firm breasts, the fabric stretching over her nipples.
I lost the next round (no surprise). Anja cracked up: “Your eyes were more on my tits than on the cards!”
Grinning, I pulled off my pants. Now we were both sitting there in just underwear.
I won the next round again. I cheered like a kid.
“You get to choose,” she said, eyes sparkling.
“The bra.”
She turned around, held her back to me. “Unhook it.”
My fingers trembled slightly as I touched the clasp. She turned her head. “If you do it with one hand on the first try… I’ll take off the thong too.”
Challenge accepted. I focused – and it worked. The bra snapped open.
I cheered; we both laughed until we cried. When we calmed down, she looked deep into my eyes.
“Here’s your reward.”
Slowly she let the bra slide off her shoulders. Her perfect small breasts were freed, nipples hard and inviting. Then she hooked her thumbs into the thong and pulled it down agonizingly slowly. Her shaved pussy glistened slightly – she was already wet.
For a moment we just stared at each other. The air crackled.
Then it was like a switch flipped. I jumped up, pulled her to me, our lips met in a hungry, desperate kiss. No alcohol this time – just pure desire.
My hands went straight for it: one kneaded her breast, twisting the hard nipple, and the other slid between her legs. She was soaking wet. My fingers parted her lips, rubbed her clit. Anja moaned loudly into my mouth.
Her hands yanked my boxers down, wrapped around my rock-hard cock and stroked slowly. The other gently scratched my balls. I gasped.
I couldn’t wait any longer. I pushed her back onto the bed, kissed her neck, sucked on her nipples – gently at first, then harder until she cried out. My fingers found her pussy again, one then two deep inside, curled to hit just the right spot. I fingered her hard and fast, thumb on her clit.
Anja arched her back, hips bucking toward me. “Oskar… fuck… yesss…” Her orgasm built in waves until it exploded. She screamed, her pussy clenching spasmodically around my fingers, a warm gush soaking my hand.
I let her tremble for a moment, then lowered my head. My tongue slid through her wet slit, circled her clit fast, sucked on it. She tasted incredible. Two fingers were back inside while I licked her. She came a second time soon after, even harder, her legs shaking uncontrollably.
While the waves still rippled through her, I kissed my way back up to her mouth. She tasted herself on my tongue, moaning into the kiss.
Then she pulled back and looked deep into my eyes.
“I don’t care if this changes our friendship. I want you. Now. Fuck me, Oskar. Please.”
That was it. I positioned myself between her legs, my tip at her entrance. Slowly I pushed in, inch by inch. She was so tight, so hot, so perfect around me. We both moaned loudly.
I started moving, slow and deep at first, then faster, harder. Our bodies slapped together, and her nails dug into my back. We kissed wildly, completely lost in each other.
I felt her third orgasm building – her pussy clenching rhythmically, she gasped my name. That pushed me over. I couldn’t hold back. With one deep thrust I came inside her, pumping jet after jet deep as she exploded at the same time.
We collapsed together, sweaty, breathless, blissful.
When we caught our breath again, we grinned at each other.
“I’m afraid,” I whispered, “we can’t be normal friends anymore. Because I want to do that again. Often.”
Anja laughed softly, kissed me tenderly. “Me too.”
Wrapped tightly around each other, we fell asleep – naked, satisfied, in love? Whatever it was, we were never just friends again.
What exactly became of us… maybe I’ll tell you in Part 3.
