Where I Belong Part 3

 The next twenty-four hours were a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. All I could think of were the words Barbie had spoken to me the day before. She had opened the door for us to have sex! The thought almost seemed absurd, but at the same time, it was all I could think about. I had always thought of her as very attractive, but she was always like a sister to me, as I was like a brother to her. At least that's what I thought the feelings I had always had for her was. Now, I was unsure.

As all these thoughts were running through my confused mind, my girlfriend was prattling on about something or another. Then in the middle of her rattling, she said something that caught my attention. She was going away for the weekend with her parents on Friday and she wouldn't be back until Sunday afternoon. This was the greatest revelation the manipulative bitch had ever spouted in our entire relationship.
I somehow got through the rest of the weekend with my sanity intact. It was becoming harder and harder to even spend any time at all with my girlfriend. All that was consuming my days and especially my dreams, were thoughts of getting the chance to share a wild sexual experience with, as I recently found out, the sexiest woman I knew, my Barbie.

I finally got to work, and as soon as I could, I told Barbie the news and we began to formulate a plan of how we could be together for the evening. "So, do you think you can get away?"
Barbie was grinning from ear to ear. "Believe me, getting away will be no problem. So I guess you made up your mind already about my proposistion.?"
Now I was the one grinning. "That wasn't even something I had to think about. Now, I won't promise anything other than we'll spend the night together. That's okay, isn't it?"

"You know it is. If something happens, it happens. If it doesn't, who cares? I just want to be alone with you without any kind of distractions for once."
The rest of the week was filled with sexual tension so thick, the scent of sex was literally hanging in the air around us. On cue, after she got off work on Friday, my girlfriend departed for her parents house. I was alone and immediately I started anticipating Barbie's arrival in a few hours. I never remembered being so nervous either.

Here I was meeting with my best friend of over three years and our relationship was going in places either one of us had ever imagined. It scared me, but at the same time, I was totally comfortable with the idea. I was most scared about the sex "thing" though. Why, I had no idea, but I really felt it was more meaningful than anything I had ever thought about doing before.

I showered, got dressed, felt ill and undressed, threw up and felt better, got dressed again, felt ill again and undressed, threw up again and felt better, and finally got dressed for the last time. I was a nervous fucking wreck! After spending the next couple of hours pacing around my living room like an expectant father, I saw headlights in my driveway. I looked out the window and saw our friend Tammie's car. My Barbie had arrived. My stomach clenched so hard I swore I had been hit in the balls, but I fought back the urge I had to get sick again. That would not have been a good image to see upon her arrival!
I met her at the back door and as soon as she was inside, I hugged her like I hadn't seen her in years. I felt so many feelings flooding me, but I wasn't nervous anymore. I felt so at peace with the world and I was more happy than I ever had remembered feeling before.

I broke our embrace, and with the sweet scent of her perfume still lingering around me, I took in the beautiful vision standing before me. Although she was dressed casually in a red blouse and faded Levi's, she looked absolutely stunning. Her blonde hair was perfectly fixed and she had a glow about her that made her even more attractive than usual.

I invited her into the living room and at the same time we reached for each other's hand. A tingle of excitement coursed through me. We sat on the couch and oddly enough, a awkward silence filled the room. Barbie finally broke the silence. "Is something wrong, Michael?"
"No, why?"
"You are being very quiet. That is very unusual for you." She laughed.
I laughed with her. "I have to admit something to you. I have been very nervous about tonight."
"Why? It's just me."
"I know, but this is different than seeing you at work or talking to you on the computer. With what we talked about doing..."
"Listen," she interrupted, "if we do nothing more than sit here on the couch and talk, I will consider this a wonderful evening. Being here with you was all that I was expecting, anyway. So lighten up."

She touched my hand, and that quick, all the tension was broken. We both started chatting about this weird situation we found each other in. We talked for a couple of hours, then we got quiet. In the silence there was no awkwardness of any kind, but the sexual tension had returned with a vengeance. I decided to roll the dice.

"If I asked you to come to my bedroom with me, would you think me ungentlemanly?"
She smiled at the question and answered, "Absolutely. Lead away!"
I took her hand and lead her down the hallway to my bedroom. We laid down on the bed our faces inches from each other. We just stared at one another, not speaking. I was mesmerized by her beautiful brown eyes and my mind was racing as to what to do next. After what seemed like an eternity, I slowly and gently traced my fingers down the side of her face and neck. I ran my finger down her neck to her cleavage and around her breasts.
Barbie closed her eyes and deep sighed. She ran her fingers through my hair as I continued getting familiar with the curves of her body. I put my hand on her hip and began rubbing around her side and hip and moved around to her smooth ass. I rubbed down her leg as far as I could reach and then moved my hand to the front of her leg and started moving upward. I rubbed her inner thigh and a small gasp escaped her lips.

At the same time, Barbie had ran her hand down to my chest and had started rubbing in a circular motion with increasing pressure. Her breathing, as mine, had became heavier with every passing second. She was as aroused as I was, I was sure.

Simultaneously, we put our hands on each other's crotch and moans escaped each of our lips. We began to passionitely rub each other's most private areas and the inevitable was forthcoming. I unbuttoned her jeans and was ready to slip my hand inside her panties when the unthinkable happened. I got a stabbing pain in my right eye! My fucking contact had moved off of my eye and had me tearing uncontolably. I tried to ignore it, but it was burning like hell and I had to stop what we were doing.

I stopped and explained and quickly rushed to the bathroom and fixed my damnable contact. I came back and Barbie was sitting up on the bed laughing. I was mad, but the situation was funny. The mood had been broken though. "I'm sorry about this. I fucked this up."
Barb started laughing again and got up on her knees and hugged me. "Don't be silly. It wasn't meant to happen tonight. It's no biggie, okay? When, and if it's meant to happen, it will. But we could still have a bit of fun. You game?"
I was game for anything at this point. "Sure, what do you have in mind?"
"Well, you know how we know absolutely everything about one another, right?"
"Well sure, why?"
"I figure since things are kind of changing between us, I think it's time we know EVERYTHING about one another."
"What do you mean?"
"Are you UP for a game of show and tell?"
"Show and tell?"
"You show me yours and I'll show you mine."

I admit at first I was a bit apprehensive, but I ultimately gave in. If it wasn't time to screw, I was willing to get whatever I could. So little by little we undressed. She was wearing a red bra with matching panties. She looked sexy as hell standing there undressed like that. She pulled aside her panties and showed me her wet, swollen pussy lips and I so wanted to bury my face and tongue inside her that it hurt.
So I stripped and showed what I had and amid much embarressment, I was told how impressive I was to her. I did get a bit of an ego charge though.
We dressed and after a while it was time for her to go. We hugged and it was the longest, most intimate hug we had ever shared. I never wanted to let go and it was slowly occuring to me that I was falling in love... hard.