Olivia's pretty enough, but we just became friends and didn't think of each other that way. Okay, I'm selling her a little short on both fronts. We had enough common interests to become good friends. Plus, when she wears her hair in pigtails, my heart skips a beat, but it doesn't do anything for my dick.
In the middle of November, Olivia asked me for my Christmas wish list. I hadn't started yet, and I didn't know what price range she had in mind for me. I wrote up a list with a couple movies and TV shows on Blu-Ray, then added blank discs and gift card suggestions. Of course I asked her for the same. She hadn't started hers yet either, but she said she'd send me a few ideas.
A couple days later, we were on a message board at the same time. She sent me a PM, "Getting ready to send a Xmas suggestion." A minute later, an ad showed up in my news feed saying, "Olivia likes Real and Rockin' It." It was an online lingerie store. I'd seen print editions of other catalogs, and these models were just as attractive, except that they were nicely developed.
I said I didn't pay attention to Olivia's appearance. I didn't say I'm blind. I've seen her in a long T-shirt, and she makes them look good. I could easily picture her filling the bra and panty on their main page, but the picture that she'd sent me was of a sheer fishnet body stocking. I didn't know Olivia's measurements, but the model looked like they were similarly built. I could easily imagine Olivia wearing the same item. I bookmarked the link and went back to visit it later. I also closed the door in case she came down to make sure I'd seen it, and I jacked off imagining that I was undressing Olivia to suck on those tits. A couple days later, she left me a handwritten list with some things she'd had her eye on, but none of them seemed as personal as her first suggestion.
I went back to the website on a Friday when Olivia had just gone out with friends. The main page was advertising sexy North Pole Elf outfits, promising delivery by December 10. I found the item Olivia had told me about. The main image was plain white, and they mentioned that it was also available in red, pink, blue and black. I remembered that the ad showed a red fishnet one. I didn't know her size, but I heard the washing machine in the background. It was running, and then I heard it announce the end of the cycle. I pretended to be a thoughtful roommate. I moved her clothes to the dryer, stopping to look at the size tags. I won't tell you her measurements, but she appeared to be a cup size and a waist size larger than the one in the picture. I was buying early enough that standard shipping was good enough. I had it sent to my office so she wouldn't see it, though. I kept it in my desk for three agonizing weeks.
Finally, the week before Christmas, I brought it home. I caught Olivia as she pressed the last button to run the dishwasher. "I don't know what your plans are. Do you wanna exchange Christmas presents tonight, while we're both here?"
She grimaced. "I haven't wrapped yours yet." She must have seen the disappointment on my face. "Gimme a few minutes," she said. True to her word, she came down about five minutes later with a small box in white wrapping paper. She hadn't rushed the wrapping, but it looked like she was in a hurry when she scrawled "Merry Christmas Ryan" with a green Sharpie.
I opened it up. It was the previous summer's action-comedy blockbuster on Blu-Ray. "The special edition. Thank you so much!" I was sincere, even if I felt like I'd given better than I got.
"What's special about it?" Olivia asked.
"It's got a ton of deleted scenes, places where you can see how the stunts were done, and on the audio commentary, Melissa McCarthy gets on her knees and sucks the director's dick."
Olivia gasped, "Ryan!" and then laughed. This was the only thing remotely sexual that either of us had said since she sent me the first suggestion.
I handed her my box. "Here's yours," I said nervously. I knew I could never do as good a job of wrapping as their customer service folks had done, so I hadn't tried. At least it had a card that I'd signed myself.
"What is it?" she asked rhetorically. When she saw it, she stopped cold. "Oh, my God, Ryan." She looked up at me like I'd bought her the Elephant Man's remains. She picked it up and looked at it as if she were looking at herself in it in a mirror. "I can't believe you bought me this!" she said, still not looking up at me.
"Do you like it?" I asked.
She still didn't look up. "I had no idea."
"I kept it at my office until I couldn't wait any more. Why don't you try it on?"
Finally, Olivia looked up at me, and she nodded heartily. She ran upstairs, holding the body stocking in her hand. I hoped she was doing what I thought. I waited for her to come down the stairs. A couple minutes later, she yelled, "Aren't you coming up?"
I headed for the stairs and shouted, "Sorry, I thought you were coming back down to model it." When I got upstairs, I saw that I'd locked my own door, for no real reason, but hers was wide open. I entered.
Olivia was lying on her side, one hand in front of her, like in a mattress ad. I could plainly see her round, large-ish tits through the sheer fishnet material. The crotch had padding, though, so I could only see the shape of her pussy. "Merry Christmas, Ryan."
"So you like it, then?"
She took my hand and pulled me onto the bed with her. "'Like' isn't the word," she assured me. She pulled me closer and kissed me on the lips. I put my arm over her and ran my finger up and down her spine. She kissed me harder. I rubbed her butt. She moved back and unbuttoned my shirt. "That looks so uncomfortable. Why don't you take it off?" she asked.
I did. I didn't even try to get it off the bed; I just let it fall behind me. "You're looking pretty cramped, too," I told her.
"Why don't you help me out?" she asked demurely.
"Always willing to help a lady," I said matter-of-factly.
Olivia leaned over and whispered, "I'm not feeling very ladylike right now."
I said, "Lucky me!" I gently pulled the strap off her shoulder. With what I'd spent on this garment, I wanted it to still be in one piece when we were done. Half her right tit was exposed. She rolled onto her back, and I pulled the other strap off. Olivia pulled the stocking down to her waist and looked up at me. I didn't want to rush things too much, but I had to at least get comfortable, and with the condition my cock was in, pants made that impossible. I unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans. Olivia pulled them down to my knees but didn't touch me. I guessed she just wanted to see the bulge in my boxers. If that's what she wanted, I had a mighty one for her to see. I took off my shoes and socks and then my jeans, and I rolled on top of her.
Olivia put her arms around me and kissed me again. I opened my mouth, and she did the same. Our tongues met, and I wanted to kiss her a little longer, but my dick wasn't comfortable the way we were lying. I got off her and caressed both her breasts. I got greedy and climbed back on top, but this time with my dick between her splayed thighs. I licked and sucked each nipple, and she held my head to her. I moved my hands down and accidentally pulled the stocking down a little further. Olivia reached under my chin and pushed the front of the stocking down to catch up with the sides. I took this as approval and pulled it down a little further. I held each boob up and kissed the underside. Then I went back up and sucked her right nipple into my mouth. "Oh, Ryan!" she cooed. I put my hands on her hips so I could suck harder on her left tit. "Not yet," she said.
"Not yet what?" I asked, and I went back to the right boob.
"Sorry, I thought you were trying to get me naked," she explained.
"And instead of no, you said, 'not yet'? This is gonna be my best Christmas ever!"
"Let's work on you first," she said. She pushed me off her. When I landed on my back, she put her hand on my boxers and felt around till she found my cock. Without getting it out, she put her thumb and forefinger on the sides of it and stroked it gently.
"Oh, Olivia," I whispered.
"You like it?"
"‘Like' isn't the word," I echoed. I found her mound under the padding and started rubbing it in response.
"That feels good too," she said.
"Then let's get a little closer," I said. I stopped and took my boxers off. Was it too soon? Would she pounce on me and ride me like a mechanical bull? Would she scream and run away? Neither. She pushed the stocking down to her waist. I slipped my finger underneath and started stroking her pussy the same way she'd done my cock. She pushed the stocking down to her knees, giving me access to anything I wanted unless I had a kneecap fetish.
I looked down. Either she'd been to a spa recently or she had a big date planned in the next few days and I was benefitting, because her bush was perfectly trimmed. I could see her folds plainly. I put my fingertip over the center, and it opened up like a Venus fly trap. She couldn't stroke my cock any more with me in this position, but it was worth it to feel the most intimate part of her flesh. "Ryan," she murmured after I added another finger. "I didn't know you felt the same way."
"Then why'd you ask for this?" I asked. She was too caught up in what we were doing to answer.
I added my ring finger and pumped her like crazy. "Ryan! Ryan!" She pushed my hand away and pulled my face on top of her. My dick wanted back in, though, so I swung around. Olivia didn't hesitate. She doesn't have a deep mouth, but she has the most wonderful tongue and cheeks. I sucked her pussy flesh into my mouth, and she sucked the air out of hers so all I felt around my dick was her mouth. She let me out long enough to say, "I want you, Ryan. Now!"
I climbed off. We both sat up and got her stocking out of the way. I wanted to admire her pussy a little more, but Olivia wouldn't have it. As soon as the stocking was on the floor, she lay back and pulled me on top of her. I told her, "I've wanted to see you like this ever since I saw the ad you sent me."
"You're talking," Olivia said. "Not what I want right now!" She grabbed my dick and pointed it straight at her pussy. In one thrust, I was inside the woman I knew I was supposed to be with. I pushed in and out with abandon. This was a woman who knew what she wanted, and I was going to give it to her.
"I guess I should have asked for a cock ring," I joked.
I hit a sensitive spot, and Olivia yelped, "Yes!" Encouraged, I pounded harder and faster in the same spot. She held me closer and growled, "Harder! Fuck me harder, Ryan!"
A beautiful, curvaceous woman wanted nothing more than for me to fuck her brains out. The thought of this made me harder than I wanted to be right now. I tried to think about the upcoming football schedule, but she ran her fingers over my butt. I couldn't control it any more. "I'm gonna come, Olivia!"
"Do it! Come for me, honey!" Olivia wrapped her legs around me so I couldn't pull out if I'd wanted to.
I looked deeply into her eyes and tried not to be the first one to say, "I love you." Feeling my cum shoot into this sexy woman kept that from happening. Instead I uttered something incomprehensible. I looked down at those magnificent tits and I came from the ecstasy.
When both our orgasms had subsided, I propped myself up. "I didn't ask you for this," Olivia said. "The stocking." Then she waved her hands up and down, indicating our nude bodies. "Or this, but I'm glad for both of 'em."
"Sure you did," I said. "You said you were sending me a gift suggestion. The next thing I knew, an ad shows up saying you 'liked' them."
Olivia laughed. "That was a coincidence. I sent you a list of, like, two books, a movie and my jeans size."
"I remember getting that list later," I told her.
She put her hands on her hips. "Not that I would have kept the jeans on either. You saw that ad because we share an internet connection, and I've ordered from them before."
"Wait a second," I said. "You said you didn't know I felt the same--"
She put her index finger over my lips. "I do now. That's what matters."
"Either way, I wanna see what else is in your closet. Who knows what else you've got that'll lead to nights like this."
I didn't tell her that I hadn't thought about her that way till the ad showed up. She's right. What matters is that we do now. A few days later, we broke my bed down and put it in storage. Now we each have an office, and I'm sleeping with my best friend.
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