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Deana and I had known each other for a year, but it honestly seemed like so much longer. We had hit it off from her first day in the office; the banter was strong and most often at the other's expense. We had both been assigned to the same project a couple of times which resulted in overnight stays in hotels, but despite an obvious attraction, we had kept it professional as she had a long-term boyfriend.We often met socially for drinks or dinner, sometimes with our respective partners but quite often it was just the two of us. I got on really well with her boyfriend, Martin, and in private, she would offer disparaging comments about whichever *quot;tart*quot; I was dating. I don't think she ever said anything positive about any of them. Martin once told me that she referred to me as, *quot;the older brother she never had.*quot; She never called me that to my face and I certainly didn't think of her as a sister.Dee was not shy about boasting about her very active sex life and once or twice showed me the dick pics that Martin sent her whilst we were away on work trips. Martin was certainly well endowed. It wasn't just that they had a very full sex life, Dee often told me how in love she was with Martin, which definitely put her in the unobtainable, category.I often masturbated thinking about having sex with her, a fantasy that was brought into sharp focus when I once walked in on her and Martin having sex in the front room of the flat, the three of us had rented for the Edinburgh festival.For a few seconds, I was staring directly at Dee's wet pussy sliding rapidly up and down Martin's thick cock, as she straddled him, groaning with pleasure. I stood there transfixed, not knowing what to do, but certainly knowing where to look. The image of her gaping wet, shaved pussy, and pink arsehole, as she dismounted him at speed, stayed with me for some time. Whilst she was initially embarrassed, and a little annoyed, all three of us had a good giggle about it later and it certainly didn't stop the two of them from having noisy sex later that night, whilst I had very quiet solo sex, wishing it was me.One weekend, Dee and I had spent the day together trying to find me some new, *quot;trendy*quot; clothes and a work suit. We stopped for a late lunch and started drinking and by six in the evening, we were quite drunk.The conversation had become risqué as we shared Bostancı Escort our memories of losing our virginity, fantasies, and risky sex. It seemed we both liked taking risks in public places but I couldn't quite match her two-time membership of the mile-high club. Before Martin, she even enjoyed regular threesomes with a previous boyfriend. She was certainly more sexually experienced than I was and very happy to talk in graphic detail about previous exploits.I did feel incredibly attracted to her, to her laugh, her beautiful eyes, her wit, and her Irish accent. She was self-confident, gorgeous, and very bright. The conversation, laughter, and alcohol, had flowed all afternoon in the same pub, but now as I spoke, I was aware that she was staring at my mouth. I self-consciously wiped the back of my hand across my lips.*quot;What?*quot; I said, quizzically.*quot;You know, you have such pretty lips, they should be on a girl.*quot;I laughed. *quot;Thanks, Dee.*quot;*quot;It's true! They are far too pretty for a man? I really want to kiss them,*quot; she said, still staring at my mouth.I was convinced that this was a wind-up. *quot;Piss off,*quot; I said looking away and taking a sip of my pint.*quot;Go on, let me kiss you. I've been wanting to kiss that pretty mouth all day,*quot; she said with a husky, sexy, lilt.She leaned towards me as if moving in for a kiss but I didn't move. I kept my eyes open, expecting her to wait until they closed, only for her to pull away laughing at me. That would have been her all over and she would use it against me for ages after.She didn't pull away, our mouths met and after a few tentative moments, we fell into a passionate kiss. Our tongues explored inside each other's mouths, twisting against each other, teasing, probing. We didn't break for a minute or two and when we did it was simply to briefly look at each other.*quot;Holy fuck,*quot; she said before we continued kissing. Now, totally unaware of our surroundings my hand pulled her head closer. I have no idea how long that kiss lasted but the moment was broken by her phone ringing. The sound seemed to awaken us from the most all-consuming kiss I had ever had. It was Martin and he was nearby. She told him where we were and invited him to join us.Whilst she spoke to him, I suddenly became aware that we had been the focus of some attention from other nearby tables. A couple at another Escort Bostancı table smiled in our direction and despite being twenty-seven, I blushed a little.She asked me if she looked OK as she tidied her hair and moved away from me. Within what seemed like a few minutes he was at our table. He kissed Deana on the mouth before shaking my hand.*quot;So what have you two been up to? You look pissed,*quot; he said in a strong Irish accent as he smiled.I could now see the people at the other table now looking accusingly at me. I wanted to leave. He went to the bar to get the three of us drinks.*quot;Oh, god,*quot; she said, *quot;that must never happen again.*quot;I finished the pint Martin had bought, made my excuses, and went home utterly confused and more than a little worried that I had lost a wonderful friend. The worry was compounded when I texted Deana to ask if she was okay and I didn't receive a response until late on Sunday evening. The text exchange went as follows:*quot;Hey, I'm fine. Martin and I carried on drinking for a while and I had the mother of all hangovers today. I didn't get out of bed until the afternoon. How's you? xx*quot;*quot;I'm OK, I was worried when you didn't reply. I'm sorry to ask but are we OK? xx*quot;*quot;Don't be daft; of course, we are! I was drunk. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that. I love you like a brother and what I did wasn't fair on you or Martin. It had to happen one day and now it's done, let's forget it xx.*quot;*quot;Dee, you are my best friend and I would never want to lose you. Martin is a mate and I feel bad. That was a fucking amazing kiss though. x*quot;*quot;It was. See you tomorrow. Everything is cool xxx*quot;The following morning, I got in early and was busy beavering away on my keyboard when Dee walked in. She looked over, smiled, and then uncharacteristically went straight to her desk to unpack her things. No banter, no quick chat, not even a second glance. I sat there for a while with the crushing realisation that everything was not cool, in fact, everything had changed and at that moment I felt a friendship had been ruined. My heart sank as I stared over at her. She looked up and looked at me and smiled, holding my gaze for a few seconds before getting on with her work. And then an email arrived from her.*quot;Hiya.Well, this is different. This is what happens when you snog the face off your best friend. Sorry if Bostancı Escort Bayan I'm being weird. I felt OK until I saw you, then I remembered you shoving your tongue down my throat and I felt a bit embarrassed. It will pass.PS If I'm walking funny it's because Martin gave me a hard fucking this morning LOL.*quot;I replied?*quot;Hi.Great to hear that Martin got his end away this morning and yes you are being weird. BTW I think you may recall that you shoved your tongue down my throat. Prick tease!Where are we going for lunch? I know a great little pub near here!!!*quot; I was talking about the Saracens where that fateful kiss had occurred.She replied almost instantly.*quot;TAKE IT BACK!!!!*quot;*quot;Take what back???*quot;*quot;Calling me a prick tease. That's not true and you know it. TAKE IT BACK!*quot;I replied, *quot;I'm entirely unsure what else you would call someone who instigates an incredibly passionate kiss and that they have no intention of leading to anything else. PRICK TEASE!*quot;She read the message and then got up and walked off.Oops, I thought. Maybe I should have been a little more gracious and just taken it back.A text message arrived. *quot;fifth-floor ladies' toilets. Trap three. NOW!*quot;I took the lift to the fifth floor, an empty floor that was mostly being used to archive documents. I looked around before entering the ladies' toilet and then looked around as I walked in. The third cubicle was locked. I knocked on the door and Dee opened it and pulled me inside. She immediately kissed me. Her hand made its way to my cock, which she rubbed as it gained hardness. She suddenly broke the kiss and sat on the toilet with the lid down.*quot;I won't be called a prick tease,*quot; she said as she undid my zip.*quot;Whoa, whoa,*quot; I said grasping her wrist. *quot;What the fuck, Dee!*quot;*quot;OK, so I guess it was you that didn't want to take it further!*quot;I took my hand away, and she finished unzipping me and soon had my stiff cock out. She looked up at me as she took it into her mouth. I felt her tongue moving around the head of my cock and she was soon working her mouth backward and forwards, twisting her hand as she wanked me whilst sucking. I couldn't believe what I was watching, my best friend was sucking my cock with enthusiasm and I already knew that I was going to cum really quickly. A few minutes later, the first spurt of my cum erupted from my cock into her mouth, she did not break the pace as I panted, thrusting my cock into her mouth. I was trying to be quiet but grunted with every spurt. She moved my cock from her lips and carried on wanking me into her open mouth. Boy did I enjoy watching her tongue and lips suck every last drop of my cum from my cock.