Her hand trailed along my now semi hard on carefully. I cleared my throat hoping to get her attention, but didn’t. She gave me a gentle squeeze and I fought back a moan. I then reached down and touched her forearm. She looked up at me with pitch black eyes. I received another squeeze before I carefully removed her hand from my package. She brought her hand up and pulled down her headphones, “Nice package you’ve got there,” she said with a smile. The book she was reading fell against her chest and I caught the title as it clicked in my brain that she was complimenting me on my package. The name of the book was ‘The Story of O’. I blushed. I had read that book over the summer. She caught my direction, “I know. I couldn’t believe they had it here either.”

I wasn’t blushing about the book.

Later that day a new student came into my English class. Mr. Riteson was about to give out the writing assignment when she walked in and handed him a slip of paper. He took the paper and read it, then looked her over for a second before addressing the class, “Class, this is Raime Walker, she’s coming from Mr. Legato’s English class,” he points in my direction, “There’s an empty seat beside Andrew in the back. You will sit there for the rest of the year and you will be his partner in the assignment I’m about to give out.”

She comes and sits beside me, “Hello again Andrew.”

“Hi,” I responded. I could feel heat coming to my face. I caught sight of her eyes, this time they were a dark blue. I found out later that she had a love of colored contacts.

“This assignment will run over the next month,” Mr. Riteson began, “You are to find eight poems and or short stories that are tied together by a theme. As a pair, you will come up with a theme, what works you will be drawing from, be it poem, short story or both, and a give me a brief description on how you will present it. Your presentations will be in front of a panel of English teachers at the end of the month. Students receiving an ‘A’ will be exempt from midterms,” that got a cheer out of the class, “Upon approval, you will be given the guidelines of what your project is to contain. You will have the rest of the class as well as the weekend to come up with a theme and have your proposal ready for me at the beginning of class on Monday.”

I run my fingers through my hair. Up ‘til now I was allowed to work alone since there were an odd number of people in the class. Now I get a partner who upon our first meeting was palming my package. Just great.

“So any ideas coming to mind partner?” Raime asked. I sighed and began tapping my pen on the desk. She then leaned closer to me. That’s when I first noticed that she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her breast was pushing softly against my arm, “How ‘bout physical love,” she whispered in my ear. My face was red. I was glad she didn’t say that out loud. I was at a loss so I just nodded. She then reached over and took my pen from my hand and turned my open notebook to face her and began writing. As she wrote her head tilted until it was resting on my shoulder.

“Uh, Raime…”

“Shhh, I’m writing,” she said, her left arm was now resting on my thigh as she leaned her weight against me, my pen in her hand moving quickly over the page which was filling quickly. She flipped over the page and wrote more. I looked around to see that no one was paying attention to the position she was in. Raime lifted her head from my shoulder, “See how you like that,” she said pushing my notebook back in front of me. I read over the proposal and blinked. It was perfect. I nodded my approval and she tore out the page. At the top of the next clean sheet she wrote her address and phone number, “Come over this weekend and we’ll work on it some,” she said getting up and taking the proposal to Mr. Riteson. He read over it carefully, his cheeks turning a bit pink despite his tanned face from tennis and handed it back to her along with the guidelines for the project. We got an ‘A+’.

That was the only class I had with her that year, but we managed to become friends. I learned in the spring that she was on the track team. That is where I was exposed to the strangeness that is Raime Walker. To call her a bit of a freak would be modest. Our freshman year, on the track team she managed to talk all of the female jumpers into not wearing bras while they competed. For a time it worked to our advantage it threw off the other schools and in most cases, we swept women’s triple and long jump. Three fourths into the regular season the head coach called them on it and they had to wear bras the rest of the season. Raime never did. I had no problem with it, she has a great rack and I enjoyed watching her practice and compete. Yeah, I’m a breast man, I won’t deny it. Many of our team members were put off by her at first, but it quickly changed and then her antics were the norm for us and we thought nothing of it. She definitely kept the team’s spirit up, and with that, kept the Archer Academy state champions all four years in track and field.

Graduation had us going in separate directions but we still kept in touch and I followed her track career while going through the police academy. Soon I was working for the Winston City Police as a detective. A few months into my career is when Raime began popping up at the station. You could tell when she came because there would almost always be cat-calls and someone talking about a hot looking redhead. The uniforms didn’t overstep their bounds with her since they knew she was here to see me. At six nine, not many people were stupid enough to mess with me and they knew they would catch hell if they did overstep with Raime or any other woman that came into the station. They all love her openness as well as the fact that she doesn’t wear a bra. Back in high school, her shirts were such that you couldn’t tell unless she brushed against you or you knew her. After school, the shirts got tighter and racy slogans decorated them; most strategically placed for optimal response. A few managed to get her kicked out of some places but she dealt with it and went on.

Now she’s settled down, or at least as settled as she’ll ever get. She has a guy and a girl. The guy’s David Nikas. He’s the principal of the formerly infamous ‘Prank High’ now being called by its actual name, West Giliam. It was called ‘Prank High’ back when we were in high school so for him to get the reputation changed for the positive is a great accomplishment. She met him through an incident that happened to her younger brother Sage when he was attending that school. The girl, or I should say lady, is Miyako Hamasaki. Those two competed against each other. Miyako is alum from West Giliam. Raime came back into contact with her through her brother as well since he was a member of their track’s shot and discus team and Miyako helped out. Yeah, I forgot to mention that Raime’s bisexual, but I’m sure you’ve caught that by now. She’s attractive to both sexes and she wants both sexes. She’s always been like that. She smiles when I call her greedy.

You’re probably wondering why I talk about her so much, like I like her. I do. She’s a great person and my best friend. Raime’s a beautiful person, inside and out. Anyone should be lucky enough to have her in their life. She knows how to make life fun. Yes, she’s also hot, I know this. My towering height to her five foot eleven is the thing that’s doesn’t really fit her style. I’m cool with that. She doesn’t mind taller guys, David’s six five, just within range, and having a love for Asian women that almost rivals Raime’s was a plus. I just happen to be a little too tall for her. Have I ever thought about being with her? A few times, but that was back in high school really. I’d wonder what those mouth watering handfuls would feel like in my hands instead of being pressed against my back when I had to give her piggyback rides or my chest when I hugged her. I’m used to seeing them strain her tank tops and shirts now and have pretty good control over things if you know what I mean.

Raime has a talent for bring out an inner nature that most people keep hidden from the world, and most often, themselves. I am no exception. It was just a matter of time before she opened my eyes. I have a hellish day at work to thank for that. It started off with an ex girlfriend I had named Sarah. Her car was stolen and had been recovered earlier in the day. The five foot six blonde with a killer rack and a tan straight from Ibiza comes into the station and spots me sitting at my desk. I really don’t know what I saw in her besides her rack. Jake’s right, I should have better taste in women than that. Anyway, she comes over to my desk and leans over so that her breasts are about to spill out of the low cut top she’s wearing to say hi. She then tells me why she’s here and how she really didn’t care about the little white sports car since she bought another one a few hours after it was stolen. Her father insisted that she come and fill out the paperwork needed to claim it from the impound yard. She then dances her fingers up my arm in an effort to get me to talk to her more. I pull up the files needed and print them out for her. I told her to kindly fill them out somewhere other than right here and to leave me alone. She snatched the papers from me and stood up straight then tells me just loud enough for surrounding people to hear that the only thing I was good for was changing tires and a quick tumble in the sack. I responded that it would have been better is she were actually good at the things she professed to before I slept with her. That got a laugh from the other detectives and she yelled that her father would have my job. Sarah didn’t know that her dad and Chief Laurens are good friends and that I’ve met her dad before. I’ll still have my job. Carl knows his daughter is a spoiled bitch. He blames his wife for that.

After dealing with her we had a chance to wrap up a long standing investigation going on with another state when we got word that the FBI was stepping in. The case was going on for months and now that we were almost finished they come in and steal our glory. Bastards, but we have no say in the matter. I’m actually glad that we don’t have to work on it anymore…until I find out that I’m the one chosen to write a complete report on everything we did to had over to the Feds. Wonderful. The quick estimate in my head came to the total of around three hundred pages. I sighed and spent the rest of the day gathering information and sending emails to the others involved to get their info. After typing seventy pages I called it a night, or rather morning since it was one a.m. when I left the station.

I get home and as I’m walking to my door I notice a vehicle driving really slow as it’s coming to my house. It’s Raime’s Avalanche. I watch as she proceeds to turn a good ten feet in front of my mailbox, drives up through my yard, and then parks behind my car in the drive. I go and unlock my door and turn off the alarm and come back to the driver’s side as she opens her door and stumbles out.

“How much have you had to drink Raime,” I ask as I steady her. She smiles up at me in the moon light.

“Not as much as you think Drew-baby,” she says before breaking out a yawn, “I’m more sleepy than drunk. I told Hama that I’d sleep over at your place tonight.”

“And what would you have done if I wasn’t home?” I say walking her to the door.

“I’d have slept on the lawn. My truck’s not that comfortable. If I knew your codes I’d just break in and sleep in your bed.”

I chuckle as I get her inside. Yeah, I know she can pick locks, she taught me. I take her to the guest room on the bottom floor. I sit her on the bed and kneel down to take off her shoes. I look up when I see the bed shake to find her stretched out with her shirt still tangled in her arms above her head.

“Damn it’s hot,” she says before taking a deep breath, her chest rising then falling, “Glad I don’t wear those evil contraptions.”

I only stare for a moment. What, she’s got a great rack on her, how can I not? It’s not like I haven’t seem then before and with the tops she wears, there’s not much left to the imagination. Besides, I have restraint, I’m not some hormonal teenager. I stand up and after placing her shoes at the corner of the bed to see that she’s asleep. I lean over and pull her arms and hair free of her shirt. I remove her studded belt and take her lipstick, keys, and cell phone from her pockets before scooping her up and placing her on the bed proper and cover her with a light blanket. I go upstairs and take a quick shower before I head on to bed myself. Man, it’s been a long day.

I’m slowly pulled from my sleep by the feeling that someone’s near me. I turn my head to the left and open my eyes slightly. There sitting on my bed is Raime. That’s when I realize that I’m lying on top of my covers on my back and naked as the day I was born. And to make it even better, I’ve got wood. I move my hand to cover myself when I feel her hand come about my wrist to stop me.

“Raime, what are you doin’ in here?” I ask, my cheeks flaming up.

“I came to ask you if you had some shampoo. You left your door open,” she says. Yeah, I was really tired when I finally made contact with my bed. I tried moving my hand again and she gave it a squeeze, “You don’t have to cover yourself. You don’t have anything that I haven’t seen before. You of all people should know that Drew-baby.”

My cheeks went back to normal. She’s right after all, she does live with a man, “Yeah, there’s some in the bath across the hall that Amber left before she went to New Orleans.”

Raime let go of my wrist and moves her hand to my hip, “You’ve got a beautiful body Drew,” her fingers play along side my cock, “And you’ve got a beautiful cock, too.”

“Raime…”

“It’s true. I know a gorgeous bod when I see one and you’ve got it. You know that. I’ve told you several times. I’m glad you sleep naked.”

“Raime…”

“You’ve got to let me take pictures of this bod,” she says as her hand moves down my thigh. I close my eyes as her hand roams over me. It’s not like I should be embarrassed by this. We’re both adults here and it’s not like I don’t know what a woman’s body looks like. I know she’s been around her share of naked men. Her hand comes back up from my knee and then lightly glides over my cock. Of course it jumps with glee at her touch. And of course, I have to moan. I reach down and grab her wrist as her hand closes around my shaft, “Raime stop, please,” I open my eyes to look into her purple ones. They match the shirt she was wearing last night.

“You don’t want a hand job?”

“Raime, we’re friends.”

“I know that.”

“It wouldn’t be right to do that.”

“I don’t mind Drew-baby.”

“What would David and Miyako say?”

“How come you haven’t played with him before now?”

“What?”

Her hand squeezes my shaft gently, “They’ve wondered for a while why I’ve never played with you, as hot as you are. I told them that you were too tall for me and they looked at me like I grew an extra head. David was like, ‘he’s not that much taller than I am, that’s no excuse’. They don’t seem to believe me when I say some guys are too tall for me. There have been quite a few towers that I’ve come across but I can’t seem to bring myself to want to play with any of them. When I told Hama I was gonna stay here she said that I should be a gracious guest and make sure I leave my host happy. So, they’re cool with it.”

I blink a few times, and then notice that she’s naked, “Why are you naked?”

“I was about to take a shower when I noticed that there was no shampoo, so I came up here to ask you,” her fingers move along my shaft a little, “That when I came across the delish site of your ass as I was about to knock. I ogled until I got my fill and was about to knock when you turned over. I had to wipe the drool away when you reached down and stroked yourself a few times. That was hot.”

I had to blush then. I can’t believe I did that in my sleep, “Great, now I’m feeding your desires.”

“You make it sound like a bad thing,” she says minutely stroking me again with a grin on her face. I look down at her hand and my cock as it twitches under her ministrations. A bead of cum is forming at my slit and I close my eyes again and release her hand. She was going to do it no matter what I said. Her hand went over my length slowly, as if memorizing the shape of me. She comes to my balls and cups them, “Nice and smooth, just how I like them,” she says before coming back up and stroking me with slightly faster motions.

I take the chance and open my eyes again to look over her body. Ok yeah, I’m all out staring at her breasts. I loved watching them rise and fall last night and having them that close to me last night when I picked her up made my cock twitch harder in her hand. I lick my lips as I stare at those delicious looking nipples all nice and hard. They were practically begging to be enclosed in a warm, wet mouth. I take her hand from my cock but I don’t release it. I sit up and look her in the eye, “Forgive me Raime,” I say before taking her about the waist and pull her underneath me as I capture a light mocha-colored nipple in my mouth. I groan from the sensation of having that delicate piece of flesh between my lips. I lightly squeeze the swells of her breasts as I suck on her like a thirsty man drinking water for the first time in days. I couldn’t restrain myself any more. I had to taste them. I lick my way from the right to her left nipple when I register her moans. I latch on to left nipple and I feel her hands thread their way through my hair. It made me harder and my efforts to please her with my mouth more passionate.

“Holy shit Andrew,” she says as I flick my tongue over the peak of her nipple. Her legs come around my waist and I can feel her hips rocking against me. I release her nipple and squeeze her breasts together before taking the right one in my mouth again. I roll the left one between my thumb and middle finger while occasionally passing my index finger over the top. I suck hard on her for a bit then switch, giving the other the same treatment. Raime’s hips are grinding hard against me, her fingers grip my curly hair tightly, “Oh fuck Andrew!” she yells as I bring her nipples within centimeters of each other and flick my tongue between them before closing my mouth over both, sucking avidly. God she’s got great breasts. I take them from my mouth and go back to sucking them one at a time. I let my teeth scrape over them lightly before licking them roughly. They feel so good in my mouth. Never in my wildest dreams would I have thought that I’d be indulging in my fetish with my best friend.

“Oh yeah Andrew suck my tits,” she cries as her legs tighten around me, my abs are slick with her nectar. I can feel her clit hard and swollen as she grinds against me. I moan as she pushes my head into her breast, her hips moving faster as she’s coming to a climax. I bring her nipples together again and suck on them until I feel her body stiffen and a new flush of wetness further dampens my abs. Raime soon goes lax and I slowly take her nipples from my mouth. I rest my head in her valley and listen to her heart race and loving the feel of her chest rising and falling. After a minute I raise up on my elbows to look at her. She opens her eyes and smiles at me.

“Damn you’ve got a good mouth,” she says.

“I’m glad you think so. My last girlfriend didn’t like having her nipples sucked. She thought it was creepy that a grown man wanted to do that.”

“Yeah, she doesn’t know what she’s missing. So you’ve got an oral fixation on nipples. Nice. You go for just chicks or do you take guys as well.”

“Strictly for the ladies Raime, you should know that. I’m a breast man after all.”

“Guys have ‘em too…just not as pronounced as us chickies.”

“They can’t fit in my hands like these,” I say ghosting my fingers over her nipples. She shivers, “Tender?”

“You’re fine. Feels nice.”

I run my hands over the swells of her breasts and give them one last squeeze before placing a kiss between them. I sit back on me heels, glad to be off my cock since it’s been hard from the get go. Raime’s legs rest on my thighs and my thumbs are rubbing circles on her calves. Raime looks me over with a smile.

“Stroke yourself for me Andrew?”

I had a feeling she was going to say that. But it’s not like I can ignore my throbbing cock anymore. I look into her eyes as I take my cock in my right hand. I keep my eyes open as long as I can to watch her as she watches me get myself off. My eyes close as I reach down and fondle my balls with my left hand. We both moan. It doesn’t surprise me that I’m doing this in front of her. I’ve seen her get herself off before. Tit-for-tat I guess. I leave my balls and come up and play with my nipples. I moan louder and let my head fall back. I can feel the warmth of the sun shining on the right side of my body from the skylight and I speed my right hand up. God this feels so good. And I like that Raime’s watching me do this. I’ve wondered what it would be like to have someone openly watching me as I got off. The only problem was that there really wasn’t anyone that I wanted to do this in front of that wouldn’t make it awkward afterwards. Yeah, I was totally not thinking about Raime and she’s apparently the obvious choice given her lifestyle. But I consider her my best friend and herein lies the awkwardness in my initial thinking. Seeing how she’s told me of her exploits that she’s not allowed to tell her siblings (her parents were very strict on that) and the fact that she was willing to give me a handjob earlier put me at ease in knowing that this will only go as far as this room.

I feel my cock thicken, my abs are tight and my breathing is getting more labored. This is gonna be a big one. I open my mouth and let out a harsh breath then a long moan as I hear my release splash on her skin in wet drops. I lean forward on me left hand as I feel more pulse through my cock and out of my body. I stroke my head a few times and catch a few shots on my chest. After a good fifteen seconds I done and breathing heavily and needing both hands to lean on, my head bowed, sweat dripping from my now damp hair into a large puddle of cream on Raime’s body. I manage to look at her and see her smile.

“I never would have thought you’d have that much to offer Drew-baby,” she says taking two fingers and dipping them in a trail that went between her breasts. She brings them to her mouth and licks before enveloping those fingers in her mouth, “Mmmm, and you taste good too. You don’t eat much meat, do you.”

“Not really. If I’m not working a lot then I might indulge in a steak or something, but mostly I limit myself to fruits and vegetables since I’m normally too tired to wait for meat to cook,” I respond. I look over her cream splashed body and lean down to lick some that landed on her left nipple then sucking gently before doing the same to the right.

“So you don’t mind your taste. Sexy.”

“I imagine you don’t as well,” I say when I release her delicious nipple.

“You’re right there. I mean, how can I not like the way I taste and expect someone else to eat me out, ya know?”

I look over her body, her clit is swollen again and looking quite yummy to me. Hey, I like other parts of a woman’s body besides their nipples, “Do you want me to?”

She shakes her head, “No thanks, I’m sated. That was a great show you gave me.”

I smile, “I wouldn’t be a gentleman if I didn’t properly entertain my female guest, now would I.”

“That’s true. Still, I can’t believe all this came out of you. You haven’t gotten yourself off lately?”

“Normally it’s about twelve shots. This time it just happened to be sixteen.”

“You count?”

I shrug, “It’s a habit I didn’t let go of. Guys didn’t believe me when I said I could get more than eight shots out. So I counted every time and it just comes natural now.”

“Wow. To think you leave a load like a twelve incher, damn!”

“I may not be big, but I can deliver plenty of cream.”

“Hell honey your cock’s perfect,” she says sitting up and taking me in her hand, “Nine and a half inches and thick as I don’t know what. I know plenty of chickies that would be all over this. Guys too, especially with that load,” Raime leans forward and licks some from my chest, “Come on, let’s take a shower. Then we’re goin’ back to my place so I can photograph this hot bod of yours and add it to my collection.”

“I’d like to, but I’ve got to work today Raime,” I say as I help her from the bed.

“Oh pooh. When do you get off?”

“I don’t know. I’ve got a lot of paperwork to do. I might be done about the same time again tonight. I just got home when you drove up.”

“Ok, I’ll give you a raincheck Drew-baby. But don’t think I won’t remind you.”

We come into my master bath. I start up the shower and let it heat to Raime’s liking before we get in. I clean her up and soon have her purring against me as I wash her hair. Soon enough we finish and I towel her dry. As she’s drying me off she looks at me through the mirror, “So are you ok with all of this?”

I look at her for a moment and smile, “You’re my best friend Raime. I’ve known you since the day we met in the library with your hand on my cock trying to go out the door. This doesn’t change our friendship. It just makes it more open.”

She smiles, “I still can’t believe they had The Story of O in their book stacks.”

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