Best Friends Forever (Closed)

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Lulu rubbed her hands together, trying to get feeling back into them. It was the middle of December and the worse blizzard of the year was just beginning to start, so she had arranged to hang out with her best friend Michael for the weekend. Since he lived only a couple of blocks away, she decided to walk. Too bad it was already dropping below freezing. She knocked on his door, hugging herself. "Hurry up, Michael! I'm freezing my tits off out here!" she called, knocking repeatedly on the door.

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Michael was watching the storm rolling on the TV and whistled low and soft. It looked like it was going to be a monster. The storm was flowing from the southwest and had been dropping a ton of rain south, but it was way too cold for rain.

The door rattled and he grinned at Lulu's shouted commentary. Opening the door he quipped, "Well then we better find you some one to warm them up, eh?"

She swatted as his arm as he took her bag from her, "This is all you brought? What are you going to do, wear my clothes?"
 
Lulu stuck her tongue out him as she stepped into the house. She peeled out of her coat and kicked off her boots, all the while shivering. "Maybe I'll just walk around in the nude," she said, rubbing her hands together. She set her bag down near the door. "I'll only be here until the storm is over. It shouldn't last too long." She made her way into the kitchen, trying to regain feeling back to her face. "You have any popcorn? Or hot chocolate? God, hot chocolate would be so good right now."
 
Michael glanced out the front door as he shut it and noticed her car was not in the drive. "I bet you need some hot chocolate if you walked over."

He followed Lulu into the kitchen, and began filling a tea pot with water. Putting the pot on the stove he glanced and saw that she was still trying to warm up and muttered, "Be right back."

Stepping into the living room he grabbed a blanket from a basket and brought it into the kitchen. He wrapped it around her shoulders and crossed it with his arms around her.

His voice was soft as he softly reproached her, "Silly, if you didn't want to drive, why didn't you ask me to come get you?"
 
Lulu's face flushed as his arms wrapped around her, his hot breath tickling her neck. She smiled a bit. "I'm only six blocks away," she told him. Of course, she didn't mention that four of those blocks were ridiculously long. And in the cold, it was even longer. She tightened the blanket around her shoulders, murmuring her thanks. She went over to the cupboards and searched for his ever present popcorn. "Besides, I hate messing with parking when it's about to snow. It was just easier to walk. Though, all of my good parts are probably going to fall off now."
 
Michael's eyes grazed over her body as she stretched up into the cabinet and pulled popcorn down, and pulled the popped from the corner. "That would be a shame," he whispered to himself, slightly louder than intended.

The tea pot began whistling and Michael poured a cup of water, stirred in the hot chocolate mix and then added a more than healthy dollop of schnapps to the mug.

Sliding the mug over to her, he leaned against the counter crossing his arms across his stomach, "Well, I think you are going to be here until Monday from the looks of the storm. It is big, ugly and is supposed to drop a shit ton of snow. The forecast was revised to fifteen to eighteen inches overnight."
 
Lulu looked over her shoulder at Michael, smirking slightly. Shaking her head, she brought to the popcorn to the popper, setting it up. She sat down at the counter held the cup in her hands, letting the feeling return to her fingers. She sniffed the coco; it was just what she needed. She made a face at the news. "18 inches? Really?" She shook her head. "I hate this place." She took a sip of her hot chocolate, catching a taste of something else. She couldn't quite identify it at first, but when she did, she grinned. "You spiked my drink, Michael?"

She took another sip before setting her cup down. "If you wanted to take advantage of me, all you had to do was ask."
 
Michael snorted, "You are far more agreeable when drunk." He pushed up from the counter and grinned while quipping, "Cuddly too."

"It's peppermint schnapps, it'll take the bite out of the cold."

Michael looked over at her a moment, his blue eyes fixing on her caramel ones, "So, what happened with what's his name? You break up again?"
 
Lulu stuck her tongue out at him. "Screw you, jackass," she said, taking another sip. It was good; the peppermint was a really nice touch. He knew exactly how to make her feel better. Of course, she wasn't too hard to please. Lulu was a fan of the little things in life.

She rolled her eyes at the mention of her last boyfriend, glancing over at the popcorn popper. The kernels were just starting to pop. "Kyle," she said. This wasn't the first time she had to remind him of his name. She sighed and took another sip of hot chocolate. "This time it's over for real." She let out a string of curses in Spanish, her native tongue. "He's just...an idiot. I kept mistaking his stupidity for humor, but he really is just stupid. And he said 'The Hobbit' was a stupid book!" She rolled her eyes. "Plus his penis was small. Didn't do anything for me! And the way he kissed...ugh!" She shuddered and drank more of her spiked drink.
 
Michael laughed as Lulu began cussing up a storm, about Kyle. She slammed the hot chocolate back as if it were tequila or vodka and he shook his head, "Nope, it won't do that for you Lulu, the alcohol burns away before you can drink it."

He was unsure how he felt about Lulu. They were great friends and as far as he knew that would be that, and that was a comfortable conclusion for him. Yes she was gorgeous and any male with a pulse would want to be with her, but Michael's fear was that her laugh would change once, if, they got involved.

He sighed, "If you are wanting to get hammered, you know where the good stuff is."
 
Despite the fact that it was still quite hot, Lulu managed to down her hot chocolate in a matter of seconds. She did wish that it was stronger, but she was glad it wasn't. She whined, resting her head on the counter. "I don't want to get hammered," she said. She sighed. "I'm so pathetic, Michael." She lifted her head and looked at him. "Why am I always going after these stupid, hot guys?" She shook her head, resting her head on her hand. "What I need is a quality guy who's not full of shit."

She sighed, looking wistfully at Michael. "That, or a good fuck. I haven't decided yet."
 
Michael roared in laughter a moment and looked at her. His eyes rested on her shapely ass, quipping, "Then I take it I am the smart ugly guy?"

Pulling a bowl from the cabinet and placed it on the counter not far from Lulu's head, collecting the popcorn as it popped from the air popper.

He looked down at her and patted her cheek lightly, "Surely you can find both, hot and smart. Or at least smarter."
 
Lulu smiled at Michael. He certainly wasn't ugly, but he was smart. Just the type of guy she needed, really. But they had been friends for years; she just didn't want to risk their friendship. Lulu was great with guys--and girls if she was feeling experimental--but for some reason she felt that she would just blow it with Michael. She convinced herself that he would never go for a girl like her.

"Those kind of guys only exist in the movies. Or really really hot fantasies." She smiled at him. She studied him for moment, her eyes drifting down his body as he faced the popcorn popper. She sighed lightly, imaging how nice it would be to just kiss him. Or do more to him.
 
Michael, not for the first time, felt Lulu's eyes on him as he tended to the popcorn. He worked in silence until the pop corn was done. Handing her the bowl, he cleaned out the popper quickly.

Holding out a hand, he helped her down from the counter and led her into the living room. Settling onto the couch with her, he asked, "So what will it be, blood guts, tits and ass? Or tits, ass, blood and guts, or just tits and ass?"
 
Michael really was a good looking guy. He was a couple of inches taller than her, dirty blonde hair, blue eyes. He was well built--not too buff, but not skinny either. She bit her lip, willing herself to see through his clothes. As he turned around, she blinked and lifted her gaze to his face. She hopped down from the counter and followed him into the living room. She sat a bit closer to him than usual, resting her head on his shoulder.

"Um..." Lulu thought about it for a moment. "Let's go for the whole package. Blood, guts, tits, and ass. Do you have any movies where a guy that looks like Kyle gets stabbed in the eye with a pitchfork? That would be awesome."
 
Her perfume almost short circuited Michael's brain as Lulu settled in, her leg pressing against his, her head resting on his shoulder. A cool dampness seeped into his sweatpants, "Ick, you are wet from the snow," he pointed out rather needlessly.

Bouncing up, he pulled her along, "Come on, you have to change, you aren't soaking me with snow water, not a chance."

He took her to the bed room and went to the dresser and pulled a pair of sweatpants and a tee shirt out and tossed them to her. "Strip and put these on." He said.
 
Lulu blinked and looked down at her pants. Needless to say, her pants were soaked. Whining, she stood and followed him into the bedroom. "I don't wanna change!" she whined, pouting her lip. She was playing the bratty little girl, something she was very good at. She caught the clothes and pouted. Sweatpants and a tee shirt? That wasn't sexy at all. She smirked at Michael.

It had to be the lack of satisfying sex in the last several weeks that made her next comment slip out. "Why don't you come over here and strip me down yourself?"
 
Michael blinked at her and his mouth went dry for a moment as the blood rushed to his cock. His eyes raked over her body as he said, "If I do, you won't wear anything for the rest of the weekend."

He looked up into her eyes and saw doubt, hesitancy, and more than a lot of desire in them. "Say please, and ask me nicely to strip you, Lulu."
 
Lulu's lip twitched in a smile, unsure if he was serious or not. She sure as hell wanted him to be serious. She hadn't packed a lot of clothes; she had in fact planned on stealing some of his clothes for the weekend. But she never considered the option of not wearing clothes at all.

She bit her lip, thinking over his words. She was never one for playing nice, especially with Michael. She debated with herself for a moment about weather or not she wanted to cooperate. Finally, she gave him her best puppy dog look, her brown eyes wide and her lip pouting ever so slightly. "Please change me out of my cold, wet clothes, Michael?"
 
Michael walked to the foot of the bed and sat on the footlocker there and looked at Lulu thoughtfully. He knew that it would change everything. Gone would be the simple friendship and playful flirtiness.

He watched her long enough that Lulu shifted her weight back and forth. Finally, Michael nodded, "Okay, Lulu, you were a good girl, and asked sweetly."

Standing up, Michael moved behind Lulu and wrapped his arms around her waist as he pulled her tight against him. His rapidly hardening cock pressed between her ass cheeks.

Michael's lips fluttered against Lulu's ear as he whispered, "Now I want you to close your eyes for me."
 
Lulu bit her lip, unsure what Michael was thinking. Were they just joking around, pretending that he would actually undress her? Or were they going to walk down a road that they had blocked off? She watched him for a long while, trying to read her best friend's face. Finally, he stood and agreed. It wasn't until he pulled her close to him that she knew where this was leading. She smiled a bit, biting her lip. At his request, she nodded and closed her eyes. "You know I hate surprises, Michael," she said quietly.
 
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Michael ran his hand across the flat plain of her stomach. He kissed her ear as he whispered, "By Monday morning, you will love them."

Gently lifting her shirt he ran one hand across her skin, his touch very light. He could hear Lulu's breath catch in her throat and he kissed her neck gently, wetly.

"Don't move, Lulu," he whispered as he nibbled and tugged on her ear lobe with his teeth.

Michael waited a moment then turned to the foot locker and quickly unlocked it, pulling a sleep mask from it. He pulled it over her head and said softly, "Leave it on Lulu, I will stop if it comes off, do you understand, and agree?"
 
She grinned at his comment. "Promises, promises," she said, more to herself than to him. Though, she had no doubts that Michael would change her mind about 'surprises'. He was surprisingly gentle, and she gasped when he touched her sides. He knew how ticklish she was. She managed to suppress a giggle, but she couldn't keep the smile off of her face.

She nodded without hesitation at his request, keeping her eyes closed. She heard the foot locker open and immediately thought he had grabbed handcuffs. Did he even own handcuffs? Damn it! Why didn't she bring hers? She mentally cursed herself for not being more prepared. Something covered her eyes and she reached up to touch it. It was a sleep mask.

Swallowing past the lump her in throat, she nodded. She was getting very excited now. What was he doing? What was he planning? She shifted, anxious for his next move. "What are you going to do to me, Michael?"
 
He could almost feel her body vibrating already, and he hadn't even touched her yet. At least not seriously. "What ever I want, Lulu, and you will enjoy it, provided you agree to the terms of the mask. It stays on, or I stop, agreed?"

To provide some enticement, Michael stood next to Lulu, and cupped her ass, his fingers wrapping down and under, brushing against her womanhood.
 
Lulu was surprised at how much she wanted this. She had fantasized about him more than once, even once when she was having sex with Kyle. She could only hope that he lived up to her expectations. Though, with the mask and the demand to keep it on, things were already looking well. "Agreed," she said, keeping her voice calm.

She gasped as he grabbed her ass, letting a low moan escape her lips. She shivered as his fingers traveled and hit just the right spot. "You can do whatever you want to me, just please do it quick."
 
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