My Friend Patti    MF, rom
---------------------------- My Friend Patti
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  I first met Patti, ironically enough, in a human sexuality class.  I
wish I could say that we were drawn together like two refrigerator
magnets, or like some other more romantic simile, but the simple fact
of the matter was that we were thrown together more or less by
accident.  The instructor had come up the brilliant idea of pairing
students up to write term papers, largely I suspect because she was
trying to cut her grading down by half.  I didn't know anybody else in
the class and it was mostly guys, and that was very bad for me because
I knew from previous experience that my grade would drop by at least
one level if I worked with another guy.  I don't know why things
worked that way - maybe it was an ego thing, or just differences in
attitude.  Anyway, there was a woman sitting near me by herself and
she was also looking around the room with a dazed look on her face so
within moments we were a pair.  Romantic, eh?

  If I was a real writer, getting paid to write sexual fantasies, I
guess I would transfigure Patti into some long-legged lingerie model
with eyes to die for.  Well, I'm not a mercenary, so I'll tell you the
truth that Patti had the kind of looks that you see every time you go
to the grocery store.  She looked like one of the hundreds of ordinary
women that you, and most certainly I, see and work with every day.
She was rather short, the top of her head barely reaching my
shoulders, and rather stocky.  She wasn't particularly fat, but
neither was she thin.  She did have a fine set of breasts, something
which you may know I am a sucker for.  She always dressed modestly,
usually in jeans and T-shirts.  Her face was round and, well, rather
pudgy, and her hair was a dark brown.  It came to just below her chin,
and she wore it unstyled, usually tying it back in a short ponytail.
She rarely wore makeup or jewelry.

  Our joint project moved along quite well.  I found out quite early
on that Patti wasn't going to give Einstein a run for his money and
fame.  She was however, a hard worker and a stickler for deadlines.
We had a lot of trouble initially finding times to work together,
partly because she was working part time at a convenience store.  A
few weeks into the project she also told me that she was a mother of
two.  I was rather surprised, especially when she told me the kids'
ages.  Patti was about ten years older than me, something I would
never have guessed.  Her scumbag of a husband had left her five years
before we met, leaving her with no money, no education, and two kids
to feed.  She had bit the bullet, moved back in with her parents, and
gone back to school in the hopes of making it on her own.  And here I
was whining because I was driving an old car!  You had to respect
courage like that. Incidentally, "scumbag" is my word, not hers.
Patti never said an ill word about anyone.

  The semester ended and we got an "A" on our paper.  We continued to
get together for cups of coffee or lunch a few times a week.  It would
be a stretch to call it dating, but we enjoyed it anyway.  On one of
these occasions we were chatting about the things we missed most as
poverty-stricken students.

  In the middle of our discussion of movies and great meals we had
missed, Patti blurted out, "You know what I miss most?  Sex.  It's
just so frustrating to try and cuddle up with a chemistry
textbook...."

  She trailed off, her face turning beet red.  I was a little shocked
myself and felt my own face heat up.  I had always thought of Patti as
a "good" girl, and she never talked about sex aside from the
"cuteness" of various country music stars.

  "Well, I can certainly take care of that, ma'am," I said, in my fake
macho stud voice.  It was a pretty stupid thing to say and I think I
turned even redder.

  "I betcha could," she replied, in a soft voice.  She looked almost
sunburned she was so red in the face and down her neck as well.  We
sat there, trying to look at each other without making eye contact.
Even a complete social moron, like myself, would know that an offer
had been made and, whatever I did, things weren't going to be the same
between us.

  "Hey, uh....it just hit me that you've never seen my apartment.  How
'bout you come over for...uh...dinner or something some time?"

  Smooth, real smooth, I thought as I mentally kicked myself.  My
heart was beating out of control.

  "I'd like that, I think," she said, with a smile, her face still
burning red.  "How about this weekend?  My kids are off with their
dad, so I'll have some free time....and maybe you can help me with
this chemistry stuff..."

  We chatted a little longer, but it was obvious we were both thinking
of things other than chemistry, at least the laboratory kind.  Two
little dents had appeared on the chest of her T-shirt.

  It was tough concentrating on my school work the rest of the week,
but finally the weekend approached.  I spent Friday night desperately
cleaning the ol' place and on Saturday morning I was wracking my brain
for hours trying to think of something to serve for dinner.  I ended
up with spaghetti, hardly very inventive, but at least I knew I
wouldn't screw it up.  I got a bottle of wine too, horrible stuff, and
some cheap beer.  I bought condoms as well, and I'm sure I flushed
quite red while the young woman at the cash register rang them up.

  The hour approached and Patti arrived.  She was dressed so modestly,
in a knee length blue denim skirt and a white blouse that was buttoned
up to her neck, that I wondered if maybe I had misjudged her
intentions.  She also carried her chemistry book.  She made the usual
polite remarks about my "cute" apartment.  We ate dinner, such as it
was, and chatted about school.  There was a feeling of uncertainty
between us.  I poured wine for us, and we sat on the couch, with just
a little space between us.  The chemistry book was opened and we
discussed some problems.  It was hard for me to concentrate.  She wore
some sort of subtle flowery perfume.  This went on for more than an
hour.  We were reaching the end of the problems and Patti had made a
few remarks about going home soon.  I decided I had to make some
statement.  After pointing at some diagram in the book, I slowly
placed my hand on her knee.  I could feel the warmth of her bare skin
with my fingers, the palm of my hand feeling the roughness of her
denim skirt.  Her leg quivered under my hand and Patty's speech
faltered.  Then she went back to talking about the problem, as though
nothing had happened.  For a moment I thought she was trying to ignore
my statement.  Then, she placed her own hand on top of mine and gave
it a gentle squeeze.  I looked up and she smiled at me, her green eyes
inviting and trusting.  I leaned forward and so did she, and our lips
met.  For a few moments our lips just brushed each other, but then but
mutual decision we kissed long and hard.  This close, her perfume went
straight to my head.  Without even thinking, my arm went around her
shoulders and I pulled her closer.  Her side was warm against me as we
continued to kiss.  My questing tongue met no resistance as it slid
between her lips and a few moments later her own tongue slid into my
mouth.  Her hand came to rest on my thigh and she caressed it, moving
her hand in little circles.  I felt the surge of warmth as my body
responded and my manhood began to press firmly into the fabric of my
clothes.  My hand ran up and down her back, running over the coarse
fabric of her blouse and over the ridges of her bra straps.

  We kissed like this for a long time but it was hardly the most
comfortable of positions.  I think both of us were getting cricks in
our necks.  I brought my free hand to her shoulder and gently pushed
her down, until we lay on the couch.  I was squeezed between her warm
body and the back of the couch, my crotch rubbing against her side.
We kissed again and again, our tongues questing deep into each other's
mouths.  My hand rested on her hip.  She took my hand and placed it on
the swell of her breast.  I felt the hard ridges of her bra encasing
her ample breast.  I caressed it, sometimes squeezing it.  Her nipple,
already making a little hill in her bra when I started, grew to a hard
mountain.  Our kisses became even more passionate.  Both of us were
breathing hard as our lust began to consume us.

  I lusted after this woman like I had never lusted after any other.
I had had other women, some that might be described as more physically
beautiful than Patti, but Patti was my friend and I cared for her.  I
was amazed what a difference that made.  Even in the full fury of my
lust, however, I held back, keeping just the smallest bit of
self-control.  No matter how great my frustration, I had no wish to
rape her.

  I broke our kiss, looking deep in her green eyes, hazed slightly
with her own lust.

  "Patti, do you want to....well...."

  "Of course, you big lug," she replied, "the sooner the better!"

  Our lips came together again, this time with nothing held back.  My
hand roved over her body, sliding over the swell of her breast to her
round hip and back again.  When we finally broke off, our breath came
in pants.

  We got off the couch, which doubled as my bed, and I began to unfold
the sleeper.  The prominent bulge in my pants didn't exactly help,
especially when I noticed Patti eyeing it.  Finally it was in place
and I came around to her.  We came together, standing next to the bed
and kissed long and deep, her body pressed hard into mine.  I had to
crouch down a little and she had to stand on her toes.  The feeling of
my restrained erection pushing into her soft flesh was wonderful and
frustrating.  I leaned back a little and began to undo the buttons of
her blouse, starting at the top.  They were small buttons and my hands
were shaking from my desire, so it took me quite a while before her
blouse hung open, revealing her breasts encased in a plain white bra.
In the meanwhile, Patti had unbuttoned my shirt and pushed it off my
shoulders.  It hung from my elbows.  I gently pushed her blouse off
her shoulders and it fell slowly to the ground.  Her cleavage roused
me even more and her chest heaved.  Her hands came down and clumsily
undid my belt and then I heard the zipper go down.  She pulled down on
my pants, and after several tries, they fell to the ground.  We
grasped each other again, and I slid my lips up and down her neck,
breathing in her perfume and the smell of her building desire, my
desperate penis tingling as it pressed into her, separated from her
only by the thin fabric of my briefs.

  Patti pushed me down until I sat on the edge of the bed.  She
stepped back, went to the doorway, and turned out the light.  I was a
little disappointed, because I had wanted to see all of her, but the
light from the streetlights outside just made the room dim.  After my
eyes adjusted, I saw she had come back to the side of the bed.  I
watched as she slid her denim skirt off, revealing her practical
panties, white even in the dim light.  She slid them off, the shadows
allowing only hints of the dark hair of her mons.  Then she reached
behind her back and the bra fell free.  She threw it on the floor, her
breasts bobbing free.  Even in this half light I could see their ample
curves and the darkness of her nipples.  They were the breasts of a
woman grown, not as perky as a young girl's, and I couldn't wait to
bury my face between them.

  We slid into bed, the old sleeper creaking as we moved.  We giggled
a little at the noise.  I was sure my landlady would enjoy the concert
she was about to be treated to.  We came together, and our lips locked
together.  I held her naked in my arms and her hot flesh almost seemed
to burn my own.  The feel of her breasts pressing against my chest was
heaven.

  I wish I could say that we played for hours and went into a hundred
positions.  However, the truth was that our lust was too great.  We
had only been in this position for a few moments before Patti broke
away from our kiss.

  "Oh God, I need you in me right now, Paul!"

  "But I'll probably finish in nothin' flat."

  "I don't care!  I need this too much!"

  I had to agree with her.  I rolled to one side and slid off my
briefs.  My engorged penis popped up, more than ready for action.  I
leaned over and opened the drawer of the little table next to the bed.
I grabbed for the condoms, dropping two of them on the floor.  I
fumbled with the package, swearing to myself, until I finally had it
open.  It took two or three attempts before I was finally able to
unroll the latex over my member, partly because it was slick with my
precome and partly because my body was screaming at me to get back to
her.

  I rolled back over and, after a brief kiss, she pushed at me,
indicating she wanted me on top.  I climbed between her open legs.  I
started to head for those gorgeous mounds that I wanted desperately to
taste and play with but Patti pulled me forward until my face was
above hers.  She grasped my rock hard penis and guided it down to her
waiting womanhood.

  Dulled by the latex, I didn't really feel it as the engorged head of
my penis entered her but Patti's reaction was more than enough.

  "Oh God," she panted in a whisper,"You're so big!  Oh
God...uhhhh...yes, yes, uhhhhhh!  Oh God, here it comes!"

  Her whole body quivered beneath me as some of her pent-up lust went
into a climax.  My own body was screaming at me as I listened to her
panting, her fingernails digging into my arms.  I wanted to thrust
deep inside her and let loose the hot juices that surged in my balls.
But at the same time I wanted to make this last, if only for a little
longer.

  I waited for her to come down from her heights, still holding my
hard dick just inside her entrance.  I nuzzled her neck, breathing in
the subtle smell of her.

  "Oh, Paul," she said finally in a whisper,"I'd forgotten how good
this is."

  "We're not done yet, Patti," I replied.  To make my point, I slowly
slid my hard member another inch into her.  She gasped.

  "Yes, Yes!" she whispered back,"put it all the way in!  I want you
in me!"

  I slowly slid into her.  Even in my latex jacket I could feel her
cunt giving way before my advancing head, letting it explore her
depths.  Her warmth around me was intoxicating.  Finally our bodies
met and we kissed, my dick feeling her hot cunt pulse and surge with
her rebuilding lust.  Her hard tits poked into my chest.

  I realized that I had begun to thrust in and out of her, slowly but
surely.  I hadn't meant to start, but my body had other plans and the
waves of pleasure with each thrust proved my body right.  All my ideas
of showing her what a great lover I could be were going to pot.

  "Patti," I whispered, "I'm sorry.  You're so sexy and I need you so
much...."

  She brought her hands to my face.

  "No need to apologize, stud," she said, "we can take our time later.
Oh God, that feels so good!  Fuck me, Paul, fuck me now!"

  My hips were thrusting of their own accord now, moving my desperate
manhood in and out, sinking it in to the max at the bottom of each
thrust.  The bed was squeaking in time with my thrusts, the squeaking
getting louder and louder as my need built.  I raised myself on my
hands, trying to thrust even deeper into her warm well.  I heard Patti
gasping and she began to meet my thrusts.  I was gasping, too, and
moaning loudly as well.  Sex had never been this intense before.  My
body was almost pulsing with my building excitement.

  "Oh God, Patti, I've gotta come soon!" I gasped over the load
squeaking of the bed springs.

  Patti grasped my buttocks and pulled me tight to her body, my penis
deep in her hot well.  She held me, stopping me from thrusting in and
out of her, but my need was so great that I couldn't stop completely,
my hips fighting against her hold.  I moaned in my desperate need for
release.  I looked down at her face, dimly lit from the streetlights
outside.  Her eyes twinkled in the half-light.

  "Do it, Paul.  Come in me as deep as you can!  I want you to!"

  Patti let loose of my buttocks.  I pulled out of her and, with a cry
that probably could have been heard in the basement, I thrust deep
into her again and then again and again.  With each thrust Patti cried
out, her fingernails digging into my shoulders.  Then I was out of
control, my whole body filled with the desperate need to pour out my
juices into her.  I thrust in and out her so fast that the bed gave
out one long loud squeal.  My climax hit like a truck at full speed,
and I gave a long wordless shout as my whole body was wracked with
waves of pleasure.  My hips kept thrusting my hardness in and out of
her, pushing it into her depths as each pulse of my hot juice poured
out.  My thrusting slowed than stopped completely, the last twinges of
release passing through my penis still wrapped in her warm hole.
Gradually our breathing slowed to a more normal pace.

  Against my own urges, I pulled my slowly softening manhood out of
Patti and pulled the wet latex sheath off, my semen filling its tip.
I fell back into bed and Patti lay her head on my shoulder.  We kissed
twice, the simple kisses of friends and satisfied lovers.  We felt no
need for talk. Soon she drifted off into sleep and I followed her just
a short time later.