I let myself into his room, pausing slightly to allow my eyes to adjust to the darkness. All was quiet except for the gentle sound of the breath of sleep. I walked to the desk and placed the container of soup I had made for my friend there, and then I tiptoed to his bed and knelt beside it. I stayed there a few moments, just watching him in slumber, and then reached up to caress his forehead, checking for signs of fever. He stirred ever so slightly, opened one eye, gave me the quickest of glances, and then rolled over with his back to me. “Sweetie”, I whispered, “I brought you some food. You should eat; it might make you feel better.” His response was a quick sound like “hmph”, and he pulled the blanket over his ears. I thought on this awhile, and it occurred to me that perhaps comfort in the form of food is not what he required. Perhaps just someone to be with him and hold him would better nourish him. I slipped out of my jeans and gingerly slid under the covers with him. He stirred slightly, and then adjusted his position so his lower back touched my tummy. His warmth radiated against me, and I experienced a moment of surprise at how good he felt! I inched a little closer, and took in the scent of his hair, his skin. I was overwhelmed by the powerful sense that I should touch him, so I began stroking his hair gently. Every pore of my skin constricted and I felt an odd shiver. “We are just friends,” I thought to myself, “I shouldn’t be doing this!” I turned to slip out of the bed when I heard his voice, “No, please stay.” he urged. I felt the shiver again, stronger. I resumed stroking his hair, then nuzzled my face against his neck, nestled my breast against his back. My nipples began to harden then I heard a very faint moan. Was that me or him? I began to nibble gently on one ear. He turned to me and opened both eyes, gazing directly into mine, with no smile present, just a serious look. He took my hand and led it downward slowly against his chest and stomach and let go of it just above his groin. My mind raced with erotic thoughts! Should I, shouldn’t I? My answer came when he slipped his fingers inside my panties, caressing the steamy moistness I was trying to deny. I moaned out loud, and then gripped his hardness with both hands. Oh, how smooth! He nuzzled my neck, then nibbled, then sunk his teeth gently into my flesh. I now trembled with desire as his fingers became magical, playing me like a fine instrument. I clung to him, nibbling and nuzzling along the center of his chest, his belly…I had to taste him! Suddenly he pulled me back up, ripped off my shirt and bra, and gently rolled on top of me. He began his downward journey, but not before caressing my hair, kissing my face, plunging his tongue in and out of my mouth. When he reached my navel with his lips, the first small orgasm began without a touch from him below the waist. When his tongue landed on my clit, I came suddenly and strongly! He continued to lap at me as I writhed under his face, clutching at his hair. My waves of passion subdued, and he moved upward, straddled my chest, and introduced his hard cock into my willing mouth. He moved in and out slowly as I used my mouth and throat muscles to pulsate him, all the way to the base of his shaft. I grabbed his ass to initiate harder thrusts, when he suddenly pulled out and lay down, and navigated me on top. I mounted him, wanting to thrust wildly, needing to fuck the hell out of this gorgeous, sensual man! He grabbed my hips, controlling me to a slow, rhythmic dance on his cock. I felt him pulsate with every deliberate stroke. I arched my back moaning loudly, feeling waves inside my body like I never had before. I reached down and gripped the base of his cock as I thrust upon it, stroking my clit concurrently. I felt him shudder, and then I heard the low groan of his orgasm beginning. I leaned way back, allowing the head of his cock to slam into my G-spot. He exploded deep within me as I released my flood upon him. I grabbed his ass and lifted it, wrapping both legs underneath so I could thrash out my pleasure. Our backs arched simultaneously, and we cried out together, deep in the throes of an exquisite pinnacle of pleasure. We collapsed together, and glistening from the heat of passion, Sweetie nuzzled my neck as I stroked his chest. “How about some of that soup, now?” he asked, then flashed an amazingly wicked grin at me.