Before the Wedding

It was a couple nights before my best friend, Julia’s--name changed to protect the innocent, well not really innocent--wedding. She’d been engaged for a little over a year, and was madly in love with the guy. I was happy for her too, she’d been in a string of bad relationships, one-after-another, and I was glad she’d finally found a decent guy. She’s a cute girl, I’ve always told her how adorable she was and that she deserved better, but she never seemed to get it until this last guy. I liked him for her, but that’s not to say I liked him--we weren’t the best of pals. I couldn’t blame him for that though, his girl and I were close and that’d make any soon-to-be husband a bit uneasy, but I assured him that Julia and I were just friends and there was no history there of a sexual nature. I wasn’t lying either. It never went there with us, well, until that night.
I woke to Julia, alternating between, ringing my doorbell and knocking on my door frantically. When I opened the door she seemed scared, so I hurried her in and asked what was wrong. She’d startled me, and in the moment of concern I’d forgotten that I was only in my boxers. She sat on the couch and I hurried to the kitchen to get her something to drink. When I got back she’d removed her coat to reveal that she was wearing a very revealing thin white blouse and a short skirt. I couldn’t even remember the last time she’d worn a skirt. She’d always chastised me because I wanted every girl I was with to dress-up for me and she’d never be caught dead in a skirt. I handed her the water I’d gotten and went to sit, but that’s when I noticed I was still in my boxers. I told her I’d be back, that I should get dressed. She reached for me, grabbing my hand as I moved to leave. Don’t, she said in this way I’d never heard from her. I was still concerned with what had happened, but looking down at her so vulnerable and dressed that way, I was turned on as well.
I sat down, trying to listen to what she had to say, but I could feel the blood rushing to my cock, and after a few minutes it was becoming difficult to hide my erection from her. I don’t know why I’d never looked at her as more than a friend, but right then I was starting to regret it, and I was feeling terrible for it. The few parts of the conversation that I’d heard had something to do with her fast approaching wedding, and how she felt there were still things she wanted to do before moving forward. She seemed worried about whatever it was, so I put my arm around her to console her, and she kissed me. In that same instant her hand dropped down, grabbing at my hard cock, freeing me from my boxers, her fingers wrapped around my shaft, tugging up and down, while we kissed. She breathed in moaning gasps, telling me she knew I wanted her. I’m speechless, I want to explain, but she climbs on top of me, guiding my throbbing erection into her warm slick pussy. She hadn’t been wearing any panties, and as she began to ride me, driving me deeper into my best friend’s pussy, I knew she’d planned to do this. It was the sole reason for her visit. I ripped open her blouse and bit down on Julia’s hard nipples sucking them into my mouth as my cock swelled inside her to the rhythm of our fucking. She moan, why had we never done this before, I couldn’t answer, I just held on to her tightly, thrusting into her harder and faster. She fell silent, as I came, pulling out leaving streaks of cum on her dark skirt.
We haven’t talked about it since then. She got married, and they still seem happy. I feel weird about it when I see them together, but that’s not to say that if she showed up knocking on my door again frantically, I wouldn’t try to console her again.