Marks of friendship

      Nothing gets Renee going like a good sparring session. Especially when her opponent is as demanding as Andrew.       Whereas Renee relies more on her speed, Andrew is like a heavy stone in comparison, his movement steady and force unyielding. What he lacks in speed, he makes up in strength, so his punches are something to be wary of. But, Renee thinks, her friend is still a bit clumsy. To an untrained eye it wouldn’t seem like much, but she notices Andrew’s balance faltering, the force behind his punch not adjusted well enough.       Still, Renee has a lot of fun during their occasional sparrings. Especially when most of the time they end up with her on top of Andrew, pinning him to the ground.       “Yield,” she says. A tickle of sweat goes down her back.       Andrew struggles under her for a while, but when his efforts turn out futile, he taps the ground. Renee’s hold releases instantly, and she sits down next to her friend. They both are panting from exertion, adrenaline still going through their veins.       Andrew’s hair is plastered to his forehead, and he brushes it back, annoyed. Renee observes as a drop of sweat trails down his neck, then disappears behind his T-shirt. Sudden desire spreads like a wave down her body, the warm feeling now different from the adrenaline during the sparring sessions.       Andrew is looking at her too, curiosity in his eyes. He doesn’t make a move though, waiting for things to unfold. Renee is all too happy to take the initiative.       Slowly, as to show her intentions, she reaches towards Andrew’s shoulder. When the man doesn’t protest at the touch, she does the same with her other hand and lightly pushes. Even more curious now, Andrew lays down, with Renee hovering above him.       “Okay?” Renee makes sure.       “Yes,” says Andrew. He doesn’t sound or look tense, so Renee takes it as a green light to continue.       ‘What to begin with,’ she wonders. For starters, they both are too dressed for her liking, so something needs to be done about it.       Still making eye contact with Andrew, Renee takes hold of the hem of his damp T-shirt and tugs it up a bit, showing a bit of his skin. The man tenses beneath her but doesn’t stop her, so she drags the material up slowly, until his whole chest is bare.       Andrew discards his shirt himself, so that it won’t get in a way. Or he wants to push his limits. Whatever it is, Renee appreciates it all the same.       Her own clothes land on the floor, so that she stays just in her panties. The hardness pressing against the material is noticeable, but Renee pays it no mind. Maybe a while ago she’d feel ashamed, her mind not letting her enjoy the moment. But that’s in the past – the present-Renee is in a way better place now and doesn’t deny herself things that make her happy. Like kissing Andrew – she really wants to know what it will feel like.       As Renee moves slowly towards his face, the silver cross she’s still wearing drags across Andrew’s chest, raising goosebumps on his skin. There's something so thrilling in this simple act – maybe the sinful nature of it?       The touch of their lips feels like a small shock that sends sparks flying. They both get right into it, deepening the kiss, Andrew’s chapped lips in sync with Renee’s. His hands start exploring her back, the small caresses teasing her skin. She shudders when they move to her hips, the thumbs tickling the sensitive nerves on her stomach. Renee laughs into the kiss, and she feels Andrew’s lips twitching.       The fire inside of her intensifies, the need for release growing with every minute. She pauses the kiss for a moment to catch her breath, her lungs screaming for more air. Renee looks down at Andrew, and the sight makes her need only worsen. With his cheeks flushed and pupils dilated, he stares at Renee with a hungry gaze, like he’s ready to pounce on her any minute.       Not that she would mind.       While they’re going at their second kiss that’s as hungry as the first one, Andrew’s hands tug at Renee’s shorts. After a quick breathless ‘yes’ in-between the kisses, the shorts and the underwear land on the floor in record time. Now her hardness stands against her stomach, with nothing to hide it. There’s no time to feel ashamed, though, because Andrew slides down his own shorts, and Renee’s mouth waters.       In a blink, Andrew’s dick is inside her, stretching her hole in a way that’s overwhelming. Andrew doesn’t move an inch, waiting for Renee to set the pace, though his strong grip on her hips tells her that the restraint is barely holding. Still, Andrew keeps his hips pinned to the ground, and the sweet gesture sends more heat towards Renee’s groin.       When it doesn’t feel like the cock is splitting her open, she starts to move slowly, and they both gasp at the sensation. A moan escapes Renee’s throat when her prostate gets some attention, and she nearly finishes there and then. It has been way too long since her last indulgence.       Renee quickens the pace, her thighs burning with exertion, yet she persists. A quiet groan can be heard from Andrew, and satisfaction blooms in Renee’s chest. Her cock is so hard now that even the smallest touch would bring her to an orgasm.       Andrew grips her hips, his knuckles whitening. It will leave bruises for sure, but Renee doesn’t feel bothered by it – in fact, excitement fills her just at the thought of the purple marks visible in the mirror tomorrow.       Much too soon, they both climax, Renee’s cum covering Andrew’s torso. If she wasn’t so spent now, she’d appreciate the view way more – the thought is definitely something to explore in the future.       They lie there in silence, catching their breaths and gathering their thoughts. The quiet is like a soft blanket, and neither Renee nor Andrew seek to disturb it now. She can feel Andrew’s come leaking out and the sweat drying on her skin, but the giddiness sparkling inside of her is stronger than the slight discomfort.       When the high passes, leaving a pleasant warmth behind, Renee finally gathers herself to ask, “How was it?”       “Good.” Andrew makes a pause here, thinking about something. Renee waits patiently, now curious what’s on his mind. The small crease between his eyebrows smooths out after a while, and he says, “I think I prefer men, though.”       Renee can’t contain her laugh at that. The sudden disbelief at her friend’s blunt words and the rush of joy that follows are unexpected but welcome nonetheless. Rejection never felt so good before.       Andrew’s face is blank, but there’s a spark in his eyes – the same one whenever he’s amused. “Maybe we can do this again.” The words bring Renee’s thoughts to sudden halt. At her question what he means, he shrugs. “The sex was good. I want nothing more.” And somehow, it makes sense to Renee, and the smile on her face is back.       “Okay.” She nods, and they both bask in the afterglow for a while, finding comfort in each other’s presence.