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My Best Friend's Girl Ch. 02

By: Dolma Kalem



24th Sept 

I returned to my office, and worked through lunch. Somehow, committing adultery had taken away my appetite. As the afternoon wore on, I found myself sat in my office with impossible task of trying to concentrate on my work. I had a huge feeling of guilt. I’d gone around to Steve’s house to put things right after clumsily touching up his wife. Instead things had gone badly wrong, I’d broken the seal on Nicky’s oral and anal desires. What a complete shit he had for a mate! My mind kept presenting me with unwanted pictures and sounds of Nicky, in different positions of abuse. Amazingly, in spite of the guilt, these thoughts and images had given me an erection that I couldn’t get rid of. 

The office was quiet at this time of day, and I had few distractions to help me lose my thought pattern.

“Penny for them,” said Stella, who’d just entered my office.

“Sorry?”

“I’ve been watching you, and you seem lost in thought.

“Yes sorry, I’ll get on with my work.”

“A penny for your thoughts. Maybe I can help.”

“I don’t think so, but thanks.”

“Try me, what can you lose?” She said.

I paused, and then said,

“Well ok, I’ve got a friend who might be about to blow his marriage.”

“Heavy, what’s your friend done that’s so bad?”

“Oh the usual, he’s developed a taste for extra marital sex. He’s been monogamous for ever, now he’s turned into an immoral shit.”

“Maybe you’re being unkind to him.” Was I imagining her inflexion on him?

“No I don’t think so, you don’t understand.”

“Maybe I understand better than you think.”

“What do you mean?”

“Look if I tell you something, you mustn’t tell anyone. Ok?”

“Of course.”

“A couple of years ago, I went to a party and allowed a guy to get a little bit too far with me. Only petting, you know what I mean? But, well, he got quite a long way.” Actually I didn’t know. Petting was one of those words that people used as a euphemism, and could mean practically anything. Quite a long way was a little more descriptive, but not much.

“Wow! How did you feel?”

“As you’d expect, I felt guilty. But I persuaded myself that I’d not actually had sex, so it was ok! But if I’m honest, I’d enjoyed it.”

“Yes, that’s pretty much what my friend is feeling. But I think that he’s in a little deeper. Have you ever gone further than that?”

“Oh god, I wish that you hadn’t asked me that. But, yes I’m afraid I have. At a travel convention last year two gorgeous guys followed me around and flirted for most of the day. They really spoiled me, you know, anything I wanted they got for me. Both of them flattered me outrageously and eventually the inevitable happened, they propositioned me. I’d known it was coming, and of course I refused. I told them that I was married. The only person I have sex with is Simon my husband, I told them.”

“That’s good, so what happened?”

“They said that Simon was a very lucky guy, and that they’d not wanted to offend me. They told me that they’d enjoyed spending time with me, and just wanted some intimacy to remember me by. I thought that was a lovely and gentle line. Don’t you? Anyway, I was so grateful for their attention and flattery, and I felt guilty for taking advantage and then refusing them, that I gave them both oral sex in one of the conference centre bedrooms.”

“Wow. What both at the same time?” I blurted out. In spite of his busy morning, my little companion was pushing hard at my waistband. He wanted to know the answer, and pushing at my waistband was his way of letting me know. I shifted in my seat, to avoid him letting Stella know as well. “Didn’t they want to go further?”

“Oh sure, sure. But they were good, and kept themselves to just a little petting while I looked after them.” There was that word again.

“Petting?”

“Yes, more or less. I’m sorry if I’m shocking you, or making you uncomfortable, but I’m only telling you because It might help your friend.” There it was again, I wasn’t imagining it. She knew exactly who my friend was.

“No you are helping, I’ll tell him. How did you feel afterwards?”

“Well to be honest, I felt dirty, a little fustrated, but very very horny. I settled the guilt by convincing myself that I’d not been unfaithful to Simon, I’d just given a couple of nice guys a little fun. You’re the first person I’ve ever told. I vowed never to do it again, except for money of course,” she laughed. 

“How much money?” I replied, a little too eagerly.

“Oh I guess that a single user licence could be obtained for a five percent raise in salary.” This conversation should have stopped there. I was in a position of power, and I’d already given her a better pay rise than that. I just hadn’t got ound to telling her. However, the battle between my integrity and my little companion’s needs had seemingly been lost earlier at Nicky’s. So any thoughts of honesty evaporated in a fraction of a second, and quickly replaced with thoughts of a more unprincipled nature.


“You’ve got it,” I said. “It sounds very good value.”

“Got what?” Stella replied.

“You’ve got your five percent raise, no you’re worth more than that, make that seven percent.”

“Are you serious?”

“I guess so. Don’t you want me to be?” She paused and looked at me for a few seconds, then closed and locked the door and walked over to the corner of my desk. 

“It seems that I owe you something,” she whispered, lifting the front of her skirt to reveal her legs in all their freshly waxed glory. A tight pair of white silk panties topped them. “Would you like to take delivery today?” This was becoming a rare day. Year’s of monogamy and integrity, ending in a day of casual sex with two friends wives. 

I didn’t reply, instead I decided to find out what petting meant. My ‘little companion’ was keen to find out. Reaching out, I slid my hands up the back of her long smooth legs, until I reached her knickers. 

“Mmm,” she said closing her eyes and letting her skirt fall, cutting off my view. 

“No,” I muttered. “I was enjoying the view.” She ignored me, so I lifted her skirt myself and gazed longingly at her gorgeous thighs. 

“You have the most gorgeous legs.”

“Thank you, I’m glad you like them. I hope that I am worth my raise.”

Suddenly a klaxon went off in my brain, followed by a voice telling me:

“Oh well done, you complete shit! Spend the morning screwing your best friends wife, in places that he hasn’t even discovered yet. Why waste the afternoon? Why don’t you fuck up your closest workmates marriage?” The thought shocked me, and made me feel very ashamed. My hands recoiled from Stella’s knickers, much to the disappointment of my now vertical ‘companion’. Maybe he wasn’t in charge after all.

“I’m sorry Stella, I’m very confused and I don’t want to screw your life up as well. Don’t worry, you’ve got your salary rise anyway.”

“No I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have been so forward, I thought you wanted to.”

“No, I did. I mean I do. Oh fuck! It’s not you, you’re very sexy, in fact you’re gorgeous. But I’m feeling very strange. I meant what I said, and you’ve got your raise. No strings, congratulations you’ve earned it.” I stood up and kissed her gently, “thanks,” I said, “But you’re better out of my nightmare.”

“Joe, you’re a fantastic guy, and a brilliant boss. Don’t beat yourself up over a small distraction. I know that you love Steph, and you know that too. If you have a little fun with someone else, and Steph doesn’t find out, then forget it. You can’t even cheat on me, so I don’t believe that you’ve cheated emotionally on Steph.”

“Thanks, thanks. Come on, let’s get on with some work,” I said. 

“Ok boss,” said Stella. “But don’t be too hard on yourself. And remember, I’m always here.” 

Her words hung in the air, and kicked off another moral argument in my mind as she unlocked the door and went back into the front office. The good news; was that the last few minutes had totally occupied my thoughts, and my little companion had sensed defeat and withdrawn into his normal, dormant alter ego. 

I just looked at the palms of my hands, which a few seconds earlier had been separated from Stella’s bum by a tiny piece of silk. I picked up my pen, and picked my way through some paperwork in an attempt to forget what had just happened.

4th October 2000

I hadn’t seen Nicky for almost two weeks. I’d reconciled myself to only seeing her socially. Sex with her had been fantastic, but I had Steph and Joe junior to consider. If Steph found out, she’d kill me. Or even worse, she’d leave me, and take Joe. In addition to my family life, I had my career to think of. Initially after our sex session I’d moped about at work, my mind elsewhere. It was the worst sales week since I’d taken over as manager. Stella had been unbelievably supportive, but she’d remained at arms length, allowing me the space to work through my problems myself. The only discernable difference from before our close encounter, was that her trouser suits seemed to have been retired and replaced by new mini-skirts. That provided a nice visual distraction during the normal day-to-day business drudgery, strictly on a ‘hands off’ basis. Gradually my control was coming back, and things were improving.

In contrast, life at home had been quite difficult. Even so, for whatever reason, life in bed with Steph had been comparatively lively. I seemed to want sex every time we got into bed, and Steph hadn’t complained. However my needs had changed, I now needed more than someone compliant; I wanted a participant. She came, and so did I, but was the earth moving? Not for me at any rate. I was racked with doubt. Was Steph just going through the motions to please me? She did seem to enjoy it, but not by the standards I’d experienced with Nicky, and those hinted at by Stella. Steph certainly had never called me awesome. 

Life did seem to be getting back to normal though. Well, less complicated anyway, and for that I felt better. I seemed to be regaining control, and getting a little self-respect back.

After the weekly trip to the mall with Steph, we pulled into the drive and Steve and Nicky pulled up behind us.

“Oh sorry I meant to tell you, I’ve invited Steve and Nicky for a drink tomorrow. I thought that you’d enjoy a game of squash, you seem to have been a bit stressed lately.” My heart sank.

“Fine, no problem,” I lied.

“Joe, I’ve got an apology to make,” said Steve as he got out of the car. “I can’t make it tomorrow.”

“Too bad, are we still on for squash?”

“No sorry mate, I’ve picked up a part time job looking after security for a local building company. I’ll be touring the area keeping the watchmen awake.” He must have seen the disappointment on my face.

“Take Steph, I’m sure she’d love a game,” he said. Steph had begun to unpack the weekly shopping from the car boot, she looked up and said,

“Oh no I wouldn’t, I’ve got two hundred fairy cakes to make tomorrow for the Autumn Fair at school,” and held up two large bags of flour as proof.

“Take Nicky then, she’s been asking for a game and we’ve already paid the baby sitter. We were hoping that Nicky could still come to you for company, and a game of something or other.” Initially, I looked at Steph for help.

“Oh I’m not sure.”

“Go. It’s fine by me. You’ll only be in the way anyway,” said Steph.

“Ok Nicky?” said Steve. Nicky opened the car door and shouted,

“Steve, don’t do this to Joe, you’re embarrassing him. He doesn’t want to be bothered with me. It wouldn’t be a proper game, he’d just be teaching me.” Obviously, she was as worried as I was. We were both wriggling.

“Don’t be silly, he’ll enjoy it, won’t you Joe?” Volunteered Steph helpfully, as she withdrew my lifeline.

“Sure I will. Honestly, I don’t mind Nicky,” I lied 

“I’ve no squash kit, no shoes or whatever you wear.” Steve dismissed her appeal, and said,

“Nip into town tomorrow and kit yourself out, I’ll earn enough on Saturday to pay for it twice over.” I looked at Nicky, she replied,

“Is that ok Joe?”

“Sure.., sure, of course.”

“Ok then, I’ll look forward to it. But where do you change, I’ll need to put on my face for coming over here afterwards.”

“The club is very plush, you’ve been there as a spectator,” said Steve. There are changing rooms. There’s even a luxury powder room that you can book in advance and have all to yourself. There it is then, you can play Joe at squash, and have a good night playing trivial pursuits, or something. Now I’ll feel much less guilty as I rake the money in. Joe I’ll need the car. Can you pick Nicky up?”

“Sure, seven thirty Nicky?”

“That’s perfect Joe, I’ll be ready.” Perfect! I thought. Just perfect! The perfect nightmare, but it was done now and I’d just have to control myself. 

5th October 2000 19.25 hrs

I kissed Steph and promised that I’d be back by nine or nine thirty. I wasn’t really looking forward to the game, but Steph said that I’d at least get a bit of exercise while she made all those bloody fairy cakes.

I pulled up outside of Nicky’s house, and sounded the horn. She came out from the side door, carrying a hold-all with a couple of squash rackets attached and wearing a long, heavy, dark coloured coat, finished off by squash shoes.

“Sorry if I’m a little early.”

“No it’s fine, I’ve sorted the kids out,” she said, as she and her perfume climbed into the car. The long coat slipped open, revealing enough of Nicky’s bare legs to confirm that she didn’t intend to play in a tracksuit. She quickly adjusted it, and the view evaporated.

“No problem,” I replied.

“We’re not playing on one of the glass backed courts are we? I’ve never played squash before; I did play a lot of tennis, but never squash. I don’t want to make a fool of myself.”

“No I’ll make sure that we take one of the other courts, except for match days, they rarely attract any spectators, so you don’t need to worry.”

“Will I need to get changed in a communal changing room? That’s not a problem, I’ve got my kit on, but I’d like to get dressed afterwards and do my make up.”

“Well for a tenner or so, you can book one of the powder rooms. They have full en-suite facilities, and you will have it to yourself.”

“That sounds good, will you sort that out for me?”

“Sure, sure.” I wondered how long would I be in the bar after the game waiting for her to put on her face. Whatever happened, I was determined to behave myself. Today hadn’t been my choice, or hers for that matter, and I liked my life now almost back to its uncomplicated, maybe boring, state.

When we got to the club, I introduced Nicky to the receptionist as Steve’s wife, and made arrangements for her to have the ladies powder room, fortunately it was free. As normal, my admission ticket was issued along with the usual leisure club flyer, which I filed with the others in the junk compartment of my bag. The arrangements, powder room for Nicky, boys communal for me, and a quiet court sorted out, I showed Nicky through to the powder room. We arranged to meet outside in the corridor, and I left her to get changed. Five or six minutes later, my squash kit on I returned to meet her. She was sat in the lounge area in a white squash dress, with matching ankle socks. 

“Which court are we on?”

“Number seven,” I’ll show. I led her down the corridor into the area of the non-show courts. Number seven was the last one. We passed the narrow entrance of the stairway to the court viewing area. It had been made even more narrow by a builder’s trestle, and large tool chest. I explained that although the court had a viewing area, it was quite small and no one was likely to show up. The spectators tended to stick to the more glamorous glass backed courts.

We went onto the court, placed our belongings in each corner by the ‘Tin’ and I explained about warming up. Nicky was very attentive as I explained how to play. I couldn’t help but notice how attractive she looked in her fitted dress, with buttons from hem to the vee neckline. I tried to concentrate; in fact I was relieved when I saw that she’d obviously invested in a sports bra. It was successfully containing my tormentors, and revealing absolutely no cleavage. At least I might get through the evening without further embarrassing myself. I knocked a ball from the left side of the court onto her forehand, which she returned with interest. Clearly she had been no mug at tennis, she hit the ball very sweetly. 

After four or five minutes of this we swapped over and we warmed up my forehand and her backhand. Again she found the ‘sweet-spot’ most of the time, and got the ball back nice and crisply. Occasionally, like most squash players, she hit the wall, or became trapped into the corner with nowhere for her swing. I was nice and warm, and ready to start hitting a few more difficult shots, so I suggested that she take the Tee and I would take the rear wall. This is a useful training routine, one player four or five feet in front of the other with more room and easier shots driving the ball into the corners for the other player to practice the more difficult shots. She started to play the shots from in front of me into each corner. I was finding them fairly easy to return, and was making sure that she had an easy shot to play, so these rallies lasted for quite a few shots. The downside, was that the only view available to me of Nicky, was a rear view. A view that began to work on me. She looked very attractive with her long dark hair tied back in a ponytail, and her long bare legs revealed courtesy of the short squash outfit. She was quite a nice distraction.

As she returned low backhand shots, her position affected a fine view of her new white cotton sports knickers. Stretching to retrieve the ball, her bottom looked perfect. I became better and better at delivering these shots to her, and consequently my view became more revealing, and more frequent. The more often she needed to play the shot, her pants stretched and tucked into her cleavage showing more and more of her lovely bottom. Like most women, she was conscious of this and regularly adjusted them. But the erstwhile view warranted my best endeavours to drop the ball in the perfect position as often as I could, and then enjoy my reward. There’s no harm in that, I thought, I’m only looking!

Eventually, mainly out of embarrassment for her receiving her shots in the same position, I suggested a game. First to nine, and she could have seven start. Points scored on either serve or non-serve would count.

“Ok, but you won’t be too gentle with me, will you?” she said teasingly. I smiled meekly. Behave Joe, I said to myself, before I had time to reply and get myself into trouble again. Her dress had begun to adjust to the change in temperature and her movements. The neckline was moist and the top button had become undone. Fortunately the sports bra limited any clear sight of my favourite breasts. The waist had ‘gathered up’, and the hemline now revealed much of her pants, for most of the time. 

She served off and the game quickly reached eight all. The next couple of points involved lots of lets, where the point has to be replayed because we were too close together for a clean shot. This seemed to happen quite often, in spite of the size of the court. Eventually, Nicky played a super backhand and her dress flicked up to reveal the waistband of her pants, which was slightly lower than it needed to be. I got a nice view of her other cleavage. 

In spite of my best efforts to behave, I was stirring noticeably. By the time I had recovered my concentration, the shot was passed me and she had won the first game.

“You let me win,” she said.

“No I didn’t, I was distracted.”

“By what? Don’t make excuses,” she chided

“Oh Never mind.”

“No tell me.”

“Ok champ, A fantastic cotton clad bottom, that’s what!”

“Ha ha. It serves you right then, you shouldn’t be looking,” she laughed.


My Best Friend's Girl Ch. 02



“Oh you temptress, that’s easier said, than done.” I was now on dangerous ground, and my determination to behave myself was waning. “Lets make the second game more interesting.”

“A bet?”

“Sort of.”

“OK, but you’re much better than me. You’ll need to give me a chance. What’s the prize?”

“Your pants,” I replied shamelessly. My ‘little companion’ perked up in approval. Nicky gave absolutely no response, but then, no reaction either. She simply served the ball into the backhand court. The game went to seven six very quickly, and she had a chance to make it eight six, but played the shot into the tin. I served and she hit the wall, the ball falling into the back corner. Eight seven to me. 

“Looks like you’ll be playing the last game minus your pants, I’ll look forward to it.” She simply smiled and went to serve.

“Hey you two, who’s winning?” called a very familiar voice from the viewing gallery.

I went into shock. Shit it’s Steve! He was stood on the gallery watching. I hadn’t heard any footsteps. How much of that conversation had he heard?

“I’d intended to watch you for a while, but by the time I found out which court you were on and got here, I’ve got to go. I’m overdue at my next site.”

“Its game point to me,” I replied. “Are you staying for the point?”

“Yes hurry up though, I’ve got to go.” Still shivering with shock, I played a shot from the backhand court onto Nicky’s backhand; in response she played a cracking shot into the forehand corner. I got to it but she played a lovely drop shot off my return, and I couldn’t get anywhere near it.

“Good shot Nicky. Take that Joe.” Nicky smiled at me, 

“Eight all, I believe.” she teased. She then played a quick serve onto my backhand, I hit a poor return to her forehand, and she went to kill the shot but hit the wall. The ball dropped to the floor, my point, and game!

“Ah well, nothing lost. Well played Nicky,” said Steve. Nicky looked at me and smiled,

“No Steve, I’m ashamed, I‘ve let you down. I think that I’m making a spectacle of myself, we had a bet on that game and I’ve lost.” 

“You looked good to me, but you better pay the man then.” Nicky looked into my soul. I wimped out, and looked at Steve. 

“There’s always another game, we’ve one last game. I’m pretty sure that I’ll win that!”

“Good girl, make him have it! Do you need money or anything for your bet?”

“No Steve, I’m fine. I got what I need to pay. But maybe he’ll go easy on me and not collect.”

“Ha ha. Not Joe, he always collects his winnings. Sorry but I’ve got to go now, enjoy the game. Make sure you win, play dirty if you have to. Find out his weakness, and go for it. I’ll see you later. I should be home about four am, I’ll try not to wake you. See you Joe, thanks for looking after her for me.” With that he was gone. He probably never heard my nervous;

“Yes see you Steve.” There was just the sound of his steps on the hard concrete staircase receding into the distance. I looked at Nicky who had a huge smile on her face.

“Christ that was close. Did you know he was there?”

“I’d no idea,” she replied laughing.

“Is it me to serve?”

“Yes it’s you to serve. Haven’t you forgotten something?”

“What?”

“You’ve won a prize, don’t you want it?” This time the silence was mine, as I contemplated that my best friend probably hadn’t yet left the squash club car park, and his ‘loyal mate’ was talking his wife out of her knickers. “Well?” My erect little companion, made the decision, my mouth simply confirmed it.

“Take off your pants,” I said in as forceful a manner as I could. She put her hands under her dress, and as if by magic the prized pants fell to her ankles. She stepped out of them and went to receive service.

“You’d better pick them up, you might slip on them!” As I bent down to pick them up, Nicky watched me.

“It beats me why you wanted my pants, they’re much too small for you. I don’t think I’ll need a start this game, do you? Are we having another bet?”

“Sure.”

“Ok, what’s the prize this time?” I just looked at her and smiled.

“Sounds good,” she said. Hell! This was going all wrong. Unfortunately, my ‘little companion’ had a totally different opinion. His response, confirmed that he thought that things were moving in exactly the right direction, his! I served off. 

The next seventeen points, which Nicky won nine to eight, took a wonderful thirty minutes or so. I spent most of my time at the back wall sending easy shots to Nicky, who made sure that she took up the most revealing position to send a fairly easy shot back to me. It was almost a failure for either of us to kill the ball. My view throughout; was the most wonderful sight of Nicky’s naked bottom, occasionally partially covered by her short dress. When both of us got it right, I was rewarded by a close view of her vagina and bottom.. She seemed to understand that the erotic nature of this performance demanded little or no contact, or conversation, and she played her part superbly. I had a shorts splitting erection throughout. The final point ended with her hitting a return in front of me. I had no chance of returning the shot, since she slipped and fell onto her back in front of me. Her dress was over her waist and her legs were apart. Wonderful!

“That wasn’t very ladylike, was it?” she said, laughing. 

“On the contrary, that was unbelievable!” I replied, as I undid, and dropped my shorts.

“What are you doing? Oh my god,” said Nicky as I knelt down in between her legs. “It’s huge, aren’t you afraid that someone will come?”

“Oh no Darling, on the contrary, I’m absolutely sure that someone is going to come, you and me! You’ve been showing me your fantastic bottom and cunt for the last thirty minutes or so. It’s time for your reward.”

“Mmm., Not this position though, let me take it doggy,” she replied. She was participating again as she turned onto her tummy, and then rose to all fours. Her dress around her waist, and her lovely bottom spread before me. “That’s better, now you can reward me. I do deserve a good rewarding, don’t I? But don’t come yet though, please…I’ve got a surprise..”

I moved into a squatting position. My swollen organ was desperate to bury itself into Nicky. As I slid into her, she moaned enthusiastically. Her hot vagina was already wet through with delicious juices, and gave almost no resistance to penetration. We were soon competing for who could push hardest and fastest on the penetrative stroke. Both of us were anxious to experience reaching her limits, and then the tiny painful bit beyond. I knew that this couldn’t continue for too long, but Nicky showed no sign that she was close to coming. I began to plan my trip to the Hindu Kush again. This time sticking to airports, which were still open and whose names began with a consonant. Thankfully, this delayed the inevitable long enough, until Nicky began to shout,

“Oh god, I’m coming. Fuck me lover! Yes! Harder, harder.” I was glad when she began to come, because her shouting was in danger of attracting attention. It was reverberating around the court, and could almost certainly be heard outside in the service corridor. It had a sobering effect on me, but she was in the middle of an orgasm, and clearly didn’t care who knew about it. Each stroke seemed to take her to a new and noisier level. Her come was spraying onto me as each stroke and vaginal spasm reached a maximum. In consequence, in addition to her ‘Fuck me lover instructions’, each increasingly wet movement was accompanied by a delicious, squelching sound of appreciation from her. Eventually her movements slowed, and the contractions in the muscles in her vagina reduced, until both stopped. We were both wet through.

“Oh fucking hell, that was fantastic. I nearly passed out.” As I withdrew from her, she moaned with disapproval. “Ohh! Get your things and come and get ready in my powder room.” As we adjusted our clothing and collected our things from the court, I still couldn’t take my eyes from her naked and wet bottom. She never asked for the return of her pants, and I had no intention of volunteering them. We left the court, and I left her at the powder room door and went into the changing rooms to collect my clothes and bag.

I knocked on the door of the powder room, and waited as it was unlocked and opened. 

“Come in, whoever you are,” she said. “I’m ready.” And so she was, she was completely naked. Those gorgeous full breasts, and the rest of her body, glistening with sweat from our previous exertions. I threw my bag onto the floor and grabbed her.

“No, take off your shirt and shorts.” That request I was happy to comply with. She then grabbed my penis in both hands and bent to suck me.

“No, sit on the vanity unit,” I said. She rose, somewhat reluctantly, back to her feet and sat on the vanity unit.

“Lean back.” I opened her legs and stood in between her knees, the tip of my eager penis pushing against her tummy, and kissed her as I savoured the smell of her sex. Her response was enthusiastic, to say the least. Her mouth was wide open, and her tongue exploring my throat. I grabbed at her vagina, with my right hand, taking her clitoris and a handful of sensitive flesh. Her body stiffened as I squeezed. Eventually, I relaxed the pressure and released her again. Her response was a soft moan of disappointment, and a whispered,

“Ohh yes! Again lover, again. Please. Squeeze my cunt. I love it when you hurt me lover.”

I kissed her again and took her vaginal lips into a tight grip between my finger and thumb, and began to squeeze hard, rolling her extremely aroused clitoris around. Each time the delicate tiny pleasure device passed between my tight grip, Nicky’s hold on my back and shoulders tightened. I slowly increased, the force and frequency of the attention to her clitoris, until the tiny plaything was almost permanently trapped in the tight nip. It escaped only momentarily before being recaptured. The whole of her body was rigid, confirming her enjoyment. Encouraged, I applied maximum force to her tiny bud and Nicky dug her nails into my back. As my plaything was temporarily released, her claws relaxed and she moaned,

“Ohh god, that’s fantastic. I’m coming again.” I pulled her towards me and bent down between her legs, placing her legs over my shoulder. I took her clitoris between my finger and thumb, and began to lick her cum around her vaginal lips and her anus. I varied the sensations from abuse of her clitoris, to sensitive attention from my invading tongue into both of her tiny holes. After much too short a time, she began to come. During her orgasm, she demanded,

“Ohh. Hard! Fuck, don’t stop. It hurts, squeeze it hard, I’m coming!” Her orgasm was every bit as good as her previous one. My tongue was having difficulty capturing the delicious sticky product. Slowly her body relaxed as her orgasm subsided. The whole of her vaginal and anal region was covered in cum, and so was my face. 

“Oh fuck, that was fantastic, I’m wet through.” I stood up and kissed her.

“Now for you, you fabulous man,” she whispered. “Time for me to show my gratitude.” She stood up, and turned around to face the mirror. I moved her until I got a better reflection of her, and her gorgeous breasts in the mirror. She reached behind her and took me in hand.

“Hold my bottom open lover. I want thank you in a perfect way.” I did as I was told, and she guided my straining penis up to nuzzle against her tiny anal opening.

I felt the deliciously intense pressure increase as she attempted to force me into her anus. The sensations involved are difficult to describe, but begin with the realisation what is about to happen. This alone caused my already swollen organ to increase in size. Nicky was pushing against me, making it clear that she intended to take me into her tiny hole, whatever else happened. However, its gatekeeper had other ideas and was resisting.

“Ohh fuck! I’m too tight. Push lover, don’t be afraid.” She reached around my bottom and pulled me towards her, as apparently I was still pushing a little too gently. After a deliciously painful few moments, the resistance eased.

“Ouuww, mmm” she moaned softly. “Ohh that hurts lover.” The resistance was now accompanied by a sensationally tight grip on the head of my straining organ. I was worried that this was going to herald an early conclusion. The hand that had helped force me into her moved onto my thigh and held off further penetration until she adjusted to the invasion of her most private of places. I glanced in the mirror, and saw that she was watching me. She smiled, and her hand relaxed its control.

“Fuck me lover,” she mouthed to me. Gently I pushed and invaded her a little more. She leant her head back onto my shoulder, and whispered into my ear.

“Don’t hold back, fuck me. I want you to enjoy my little bottom, lover. It’s all yours to play with. I want you to fuck it. Hard.” 

This spurred me on, a little more pressure and I was into her a little more. The feeling was an odd combination of ecstasy and guilt. What I was doing felt wrong, but Nicky seemed very happy, and I was simply carrying out her request to use her, wasn’t I? My eyes closed as she pushed back against me and a little more of me entered her. I release my grip on her bottom, and moved my hands onto her fantastic breasts and began to squeeze her. She moaned in appreciation. I opened my eyes, and again found her watching me. She placed her hands on mine and squeezed tightly. Smiling at me through the mirror, she pushed harder against me and mouthed ‘Fuck me, hard’. I closed my eyes, the guilt I suppose, and pushed for all I was worth.

“Ouuuw, that hurts. You have no idea how that hurts. Only you can hurt me like that lover. Pull my nipples,” she whispered into my ear. Yes it did hurt! I was now fully accommodated by her tiny bottom, and it felt terrific. As I opened my eyes, again she was watching me and smiling as she encouraged me. 

“Fuck my bum lover. Fuck it as hard as you like. I want to feel you coming in my little bum. Come, as you pull my sore nipples!”

The next few seconds contained more heightened sensations than I’d ever experienced before. Each slow withdrawal and resisted penetration further encouraged my swollen organ to attempt to progress even further into her. My hands were fully occupied holding on to those gorgeous breasts, and squeezing and tugging at her nipples. Nicky seemed to be enjoying watching me. At my deepest penetration of her, I opened my eyes, she was smiling at me and encouraging me with a little moan or comment. This perfect situation couldn’t continue for too much longer. The sensations emanating from the tip of my cock were whizzing around my nervous system. Eventually, I felt the familiar sense of impending climax. The orgasm began slowly, but Nicky recognised what was about to occur.

“Yesss, fuck it. Now, noww…Ouwww it’s big. Hurt me. Fuck it hard with your gorgeous cock,” I heard her say, as the sparks danced across the inside of my eyelids. Each stroke from me was opposed enthusiastically by Nicky, raising the sensations on my acutely sensitive organ to painful levels. I came over three or four wonderfully deep penetrations, stretching her tiny bottom and squirting what seemed like cupfuls of my sticky appreciation into her. Slowly the sensations subsided.

“Oh god, that was fucking wonderful,” was the most romantic thing that I could think of to say! It seemed inadequate somehow.

“Oh fuck! You were fantastic,” she replied. We both stood there for a few seconds. Eventually, and very reluctantly, I withdrew from her. It’s funny how once I’d come; standing there, with my cock up such a beautiful and co-operative lady’s bum seemed so presumptive. I suggested that it was time to shower and dress. She joined me in the shower, and began to soap and wash, my now tiny, and fully relaxed penis. 

“What a shame, he’s worn out. He’s been too naughty, and put lots of come in my bum, I can feel it running out.”

“You’ve given him a wonderful time, he’ll need to recover for a while!” I hinted. As we showered, I couldn’t resist helping Nicky to soap and wash her breasts. I imagined my come leaking from her anus. As we dressed, I reflected on how close we had become. Both of us seemed completely happy with our sexual gymnastics, but we were also comfortable dressing together afterwards, complete with sexy conversation. No dash to freshen up alone, which was usually what happened after Steph and I made love.

Nicky put on a half-cup bra, and white cotton knickers, and then a short black dress, with a revealing cleavage. 

“How do I look? I’m not showing too much am I?”

“You look gorgeous, just right.”

“Perhaps you’ll be able to sneak looks at my tits, or my knickers. If he

recovers, of course,” she laughed and reached over and investigated his current status. “Oh good, the patient is well on the way to recovery.” It was going to be a long night!

We packed our belonging and Nicky checked outside the powder room door, there was no one around so we sneaked out into the corridor together and made our way into the club reception area. As we were opening the doors to the car park, I heard a shout,

“Joe. Joe, have you got a minute?” I turned to see Derek Forrest, the Club Manager, waving to me. I gave Nicky my car keys.

“I’ll only be a minute Nicky, he’s probably putting up the club subscriptions. I’ll meet you in the car.”

“Joe nice to see you.”

“You too Derek, what’s the problem.”

“You’ve not been reading our newsletter, have you?”

“No probably not, they’re all filed in my squash bag.”

“I see. All my hard work to keep our members informed and you don’t read them,” he laughed. “You might want to read the one on vandalism, and the plan to install video cameras on all the squash courts.” 

“Sorry…” I could feel colour draining from me. Horrified, I managed to ask weakly,

“What do you mean?”

“Here, something to show the kids. You and your missus playing on court seven.” He held out videotape.

“Oh my god, what did you see?”

“You’re lucky, not much. I did see enough to see that she’s got a great butt though. Then I spotted you were getting a little familiar, so I did the decent thing and turned off the monitor. I thought you’d like the tape though, so I left it running, you will probably want to keep it. Don’t worry; it’s the only copy. You can watch it one Saturday evening when you are both seventy or so.”

“Oh god, you’ve saved my bacon.”

“Oh I’m sure she’ll forgive you. Your secret’s safe with me. I’m just a peppercorn blackmailer, a bottle of scotch at Christmas for me and the staff and no one will ever know! 

“What did he want?” asked Nicky, as I got into the car.

“Oh he just gave me a memento.” I through the video tape into the back seat. “How’s your bum?” I asked, to change the subject.

“It’s how you like it, sore and wet.” She smiled and kissed me. “I love your guilty look,” she whispered. Nicky took my hand, and slid it under her, “You’re welcome to feel it for yourself, if you don’t believe me,” she said. My hand searched out her knickers. They were very wet and sticky. I felt inside, and found that my sticky donation was indeed still leaking from her bum.

“I’d better help you with that, or it will be leaking out all night.”

“Oh, help me,” she laughed. “Help me.” 

“We’d better go,” I said. “Steph will be expecting us.”

“It’s such a shame lover, but you’re right. I’ll make sure that you are not bored this evening though, even through the girly chat. I’ll try to give you a good show, if of course you want to look.” As I reversed the car, I looked at the videotape in the back seat and thought to myself, ’Nicky you will be giving me a better show than you realise..’ 

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My Best Friend's Girl Ch. 03



Saturday 19th October 18.45hrs

After a very heavy day, I brought the car to a halt in the drive and climbed out. It would have been the perfect evening for a game of squash; I felt tired, but I could feel the tension in my muscles so I knew that I still had a lot of energy. Squash is the perfect antidote for a stressful day. It’s a short, intense, and demanding game, and always leaves me relaxed and free of the frustrations of the day. 

I hadn’t played since the game with Nicky; I’d been reluctant to call Steve to arrange a game. It just seemed so impolite to fuck his wife and then pretend that I was still a good friend. But I guess that I was more worried that Nicky would answer the telephone and I wouldn’t know what to say to her. My guilty mind had run the following conversation each time I’d thought of calling. 

‘Oh hi Nicky! What? No really, I loved fucking your bum. It was lovely, but sorry I can’t tonight, I’d sooner play squash with your husband. What? Oh yes, I’ll make sure that we use court seven. Should I show Steve where I took your pants, and made you play without them before I fucked you and made you scream? I’ll even show him the vide., What? Oh sorry, didn’t I tell you about the video. Anyway, if I’m not busy, perhaps we could fuck tomorrow?’ 

Those thoughts seemed to summarize perfectly, my current self-appointed status as the best friend from hell! Something I wasn’t particularly proud of.  

So, squash was out and nothing, but nothing, was going to get me off the settee this evening. I went into the house, tossed my briefcase into the ‘rubbish’ corner of the hall, and went into the lounge. I poured myself a small scotch as a pre-med, and called to find out where Steph was hiding.

“Steph.”

“I’m up here darling. I need to talk to you, can you come up?” Initially a cold chill ran up my spine, did she know about Nicky and me? No she’d called me darling, so the worry quickly dissipated. Nicky had promised never to talk about us to anyone, and I’d believed her. Wearily, I climbed the stairs, and found Steph freshly showered in our bedroom. 

“You need to get ready quickly, we’re off to the cinema.”

“What?”

“Oh don’t fuss, your gear is over there.”

“But I’ve had a lousy day, and I’m knackered.”

“Oh stop moaning, you can sleep during the film.”

“You’ve always held that against me, I’ve only done it once. I just found Gone With the Wind boring.” Steph smiled, she’d got a rise out of me. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because I only found out an hour ago myself. Nicky and Steve won four tickets for the arty roundhouse cinema in town. It’s showing the original Lolita, and everyone is dressing up, including you. I’ve spent the last hour on the phone and I’ve got you a really neat outfit. It’s just been delivered.”

“Where’s Joe?”

“He’s spending the night at his friends house. He’s sorted.”

“Steph, do we have to go?”

“Look, I know that you’re tired, but you might actually enjoy it. If you don’t, then have a sleep when the lights go down. Besides, if we don’t go, then Steve and Nicky can’t go either.”

“Why?”

“Oh come on, don’t make this hard work. Steve is on call, and might be called away, so we’ll need to bring Nicky home.”

“What’s wrong with a taxi?”

“Oh very gallant. This conversation has encountered a fatal error and is being shut down, misery guts. Go and shower, I’m dying to see you in your outfit.”



The shower was the highlight of my day so far. Although still tired, I came out of it refreshed and prepared to consider that a night out might not be the disaster that I’d imagined earlier. Then my mind went back to what Steph had said, ‘dressing up’, ‘your costume’. I rushed out of the shower, grabbing a towel as I went.

“Very nice,” said Steph. I put the towel around my waist to cover up what she was referring to, and then it became clear what the dressing up consisted of. Stood in front of me was a thirty something schoolgirl. Steph was dressed in a short green tartan kilt, white blouse with a matching green tie, white socks, a prefect’s badge completed the outfit. She’d put her hair into pigtails, and looked absolutely ravishing. Understandably, the towel began to twitch.

“Wow, are you sure that you want to go out?” I could feel the front of the towel rising, as my little companion expressed his own approval of her costume.

“Down boy,” she laughed and patted the bulge in the towel, which only encouraged him. “And yes, I’m sure. Get your costume on, we need to leave in ten minutes.”

Looking at the tent shape in my towel, I said. “I don’t suppose we could,. You know,..before we go?”

“Absolutely not, you’ll make a mess! Anyway, we haven’t time!”

“Make a mess!” I replied in mock outrage. “Is that all I do for you, make a mess?” She laughed.

“No, to be fair, sometimes you do do a little more for me. But you do always make such a mess, and we haven’t time. Now get ready.” 

“Well what about a quick,. you know?” I offered him a little closer to her. Steph applied a generous coating of lipstick, and then replied with a smile.

“No, awfully sorry darling, I’ve just put my lipstick on! Get ready.” Then she closed the conversation, flashing her blue school knickers at me as she tidied up.

“Yes miss.” I was already into character. Things were looking up.

“Oh Joe.”

“Yes Miss.”

“Remember that we’re with friends when you’re in the cinema. No naughty stuff! Ok?”

“Ok Miss,” I replied, without meaning a word. In all the years that we’d been together, we’d never been to the cinema without ‘naughty stuff’. The surroundings seemed to turn me on. But more importantly, it was the only place that Steph seemed to completely lose her inhibitions. So not only did I not mean what I said, I was fairly sure that she didn’t either. In fact, I think that she’d have been really disappointed if I’d done as she’d asked.

“Where’s my stuff?”

“Over there, you’ve got five minutes, so I hope they fit. I’ll drive so that you can have a drink.” Since I was already holding what remained of my first scotch, that seemed to be too good an offer to refuse. I dressed quickly, as Steph fiddled with her make-up. Once my little associate relaxed a little, the grey flannel shorts fitted ok. But the white shirt and blazer were slightly small. The outfit, looked, as it should, ridiculous. I looked like an overgrown schoolboy.

“Come on, Nicky and Steve will already be there,” she said.

“I feel such a fool.”

“You look great. Just like the boy I met after school who carried my books, and took my heart.”

“Just your heart?”

“Behave yourself! And don’t forget, keep your hands to yourself at the cinema.” She smiled. 

“With you dressed like that, it will be hard.”

“I’d be disappointed if it wasn’t, and if you’re a good boy I might check it out for you.”

“Heck, I’m not that sort of guy. D’you think I’m easy?”

“Ha ha. Do you want me to answer that?”

“No maybe not.” 

In fact, Nicky didn’t need to wait until the theatre for ‘the naughty stuff’. As she drove the car onto the highway into town, my hand slid along her leg to her cotton knickers. Of course, she protested, but made no move to stop me. I’d confirmed that her instructions were not what she wanted, so a teasing finger moved gently over her vagina, which interestingly was already damp. A brief investigation suggested that she’d spent some time on her bikini line; and I approved. I sat back and left her to concentrate on her driving.

The very trendy theatre bar was on the first floor, and had ceiling to floor windows. We looked for Steve and Nicky, but they hadn’t yet arrived so we took the only table still available, a table for four near the windows. I wondered about the view of Steph’s kilt from the street below. I was a little sorry that I wouldn’t be able to have a look for myself. 

You wouldn’t need too much explanation about tonight’s movie; the bar was packed with people dressed in outrageous schoolboy and schoolgirl costumes. In the first few minutes, I couldn’t keep my head still. I kept finding yet another woman, showing abundant amounts of bare flesh, for me to look at. 

“Ok tiger, you’ve had a good look,” said Steph disapprovingly.

“Did I tell you how good you look tonight?” I replied groveling. She laughed. Oh good, I was forgiven. Strains of ‘Tonight’s The Night,’ interrupted the conversation. Steph took her cell phone from her bag. I smiled smugly at my choice of call tone for her phone. Foreplay comes in all forms, was my motto.

“Hello! Oh hi Nicky. Where are you? Ok great, yes we will, see you in a minute. Bye.”

“Where are they?”

“They’re just parking the car, will you get them a drink, a Fanta for Steve and a brandy for Nicky. Oh by the way, when they arrive take care, they’ve had an argument.”

“Ok.” I did as I was told, and a few minutes later Nicky arrived, followed closely by Steve who had a face like thunder; he was clearly not pleased about something. Looking at Nicky, I think that I could guess what that might be.

If most of the costumes in the bar fitted into the outrageous category, then Nicky’s outfit deserved a category all of it’s own. She looked absolutely stunning. She was dressed in a white school blouse, which had been carefully arranged to look like she’d just been in a fight. All the buttons were hanging off, and it was open from neck to waist, where it was tucked into her very short grey gym skirt. She obviously wasn’t wearing a bra, and was proudly showing off most of those fabulous breasts. The blouse looked anything but secure, stopping just short of revealing her nipples to the world. It was something of a mystery how it remained in place. A short red tie, white socks, high heels and a black eye completed her outfit.

“Wow,” said Steph. “Now that’s an outfit to die for.”

“Thanks, you don’t think that I’ve overdone it?”

“No, you look stunning. Doesn’t she Joe?”

“Er, yes, really nice.” I replied fatuously, anxious not to stare or appear over excited. It seemed to me, that that would be unwise. Anyway, I could leave that to others, since almost everyone in the bar was either staring, or pointing at her. Beside her, I felt like the floor of the Sistine chapel, no one looks at that either.

“Hrmmp,” grumbled Steve. Message received, Steve did not approve of the outfit. He was dressed normally.

We moved around the table so that they could join us. Partners sat on opposite sides of the small table, with Nicky to my left facing the window. These seating arrangements did nothing to support my attempt not to stare at her. I couldn’t help but look. Without any difficulty whatsoever, I could see more or less the whole of Nicky’s beautiful left breast. Taking the full tour, my eyes, skated down its outline until it disappeared into the fabric, and then along the underside as it re-emerged. Eventually I forced myself to look away, and glanced guiltily at Steph. She looked back at me and smiled. She mouthed the word ‘letch’.

“Joe, pull in your tongue, and close your mouth. You’re dribbling.” Steph said, laughing. I felt myself blushing.

“Sorry Joe, am I embarrassing you?” said Nicky, apparently genuinely concerned.

“No, no, I’m fine. You just look stunning, er lovely, that’s all.” Whoops! Enough Joe, I thought. I looked at Steve, who was not amused by my embarrassment at all. In an attempt to occupy myself, I tried to strike up a conversation with him, but he was more or less monosyllabic. I persevered, but it couldn’t be described as a conversation.

“Have you had a good week?”

“Suppose so.” Etc. etc..

I was pleased when my persecution was cut short, as the bell sounded to call us into the auditorium. As everyone was distracted, I grabbed a last good look at my favourite breasts. Other than Steph’s, I corrected myself. I was desperate to catch a glimpse of nipple. It was so close, I began to wonder how she was keeping the blouse in place. But in spite of revealing most of each magnificent orb, her nipples remained irritatingly concealed.

As we queued to take our seats, Steph took my arm and whispered,

“Joe, doesn’t Nicky look fantastic?”

“I suppose so,” I replied. She poked me in the ribs, and laughed.

“I suppose so,” she mocked in a mickey taking voice. “You’ve had your eyes down her cleavage for the last ten minutes, you horny sod!” She then felt my crotch. “I hope that some of that is for me!” I laughed an embarrassed laugh.

We took our seats. Frustratingly, the two girls sat together, with Steve and me on each side like bookends. I had lost my tantalizing view, at least until the intermission. 

The cinema auditorium was extremely modern, and being an art house production, a guy felt the need to outline the movie storyline to a load of adults dressed as schoolchildren. Like we didn’t know already! Eventually, he introduced the program.

The film got under way. As I’d expected, it was dated and fairly boring. I occupied myself by undoing a couple of buttons on Steph’s blouse and squeezing her breasts. She didn’t object at all, so I had a little play under her skirt. She whispered,

“Don’t! I’m trying to watch the film, and Nicky’s right next to me. She’ll see.” I didn’t want to push my luck, and I’d improved my view by two buttons so I sat back and my eyes wandered around the auditorium. It was approximately eighty five percent full, maybe two hundred people, most watching the movie, but a few guys, like me, seemed bored. Some others were clearly doing naughty things. I envied those, and pointed one or two of them out to Steph. She laughed, and brushed her hand teasingly over my groin.

“Oh I can see that he’s needing a cuddle, maybe I’ll help him out later, if he behaves himself.” 

The dull soundtrack was disturbed by a double beep, and Steve and Nicky held a short conversation. Steph had a whispered conversation with Nicky, and then Steve stood up,

“Sorry, I’ve got to go, Joe will you look after Nicky? Bye.” 

“Sure no problem Steve,” I replied. “What are mates for?” Thankfully it was dark, because the insincerity of my reply caused a rush of blood, and an evil, more apt reply crossed my mind. 

‘Should I make her sob in pain as really really good mates often do to their friend’s wives? Hey, why don’t I fuck her bum again until she feels like she’s being split in two, that seems to do the trick? What do you think Steve?’

The unspoken question caused an uncomfortable look on my face. Even in the poor light, I’m sure that Steve noticed it, but he was in a hurry.

“Cheers, you’re a mate Joe,” and he left. Fucking mate! Why the fuck did he have to be so trusting?! If he’d looked after Nicky properly, she wouldn’t have turned to me. But I knew that I was simply trying to turn him into less of a victim, maybe that would make me less of a shit! If only Steve knew just what a complete shit I was. Some fucking mate! I hated the guilt. I fucking hated it! I wanted to hate Steve, for being stupid, but I couldn’t, I just hated myself. 

I looked over at Nicky who smiled mischievously at me, reminding why I was in this predicament, God, how I wanted to fuck that woman again at the earliest opportunity. I wanted to hear her scream in ecstasy as I abused her, and Steve’s trust again. Steph broke the moment,

“He’s been called in to work, we can drop Nicky off can’t we? It’s no trouble, it’s on our way home,” she said.

“No problem, does he need help?” I joked, to hide my discomfort after my unspoken reply. Steph laughed.

“It’s not that bad, besides some people would pay to sit with two women dressed as schoolgirls.”

“Me too probably, how much for the full service?” I joked. Steph poked me in the ribs disapprovingly. 

“Pervert,” she scolded. I think she was joking, but I wasn’t at all sure.

Eventually the intermission arrived; The MC came back on stage, and explained that there would be a short, ten-minute intermission. But before that, he had a question, for ladies only.

“How many of you ladies have been to the cinema with your boyfriend’s, and found yourselves, being, how shall we say, toyed with.”

Quick as a flash, Steph, and almost all the other women, put their hands up. 

“Good, good. OK, how many of you tonight?” After a few nervous chuckles, most hands went down, only one or two remained. “Look around boys. Ok ladies, don’t despair, well not yet anyway. It’s just that the guys you’re with tonight are a little slow. Maybe they’ll improve, I’ll ask you ladies again later.”

Unfortunately the girls didn’t want to go for a drink. So being the gentleman I am, I went on my own. After a couple of refreshing large whiskeys to settle my nerves, the intermission bell sounded and I re-took my seat. Steph was alone.

“Ohh, you’ve buttoned up. Where’s Nicky?” I asked.

“I’ve had to, Nicky asked me if you’d been playing with me. She’s just gone to the loo. Actually we’ve had a really good chat while you were away.” A chill went up my spine. She continued, “You know when the chap asked how many of us had been groped in the cinema.”

“Oh, er yes, I think he said toyed with though.” I replied, the feeling of panic abating slightly.

“Nicky hadn’t put her hand up, and I joked with her and accused her of being shy. She snapped at me, and then apologized. It turns out she’s never ever had ‘naughties’ with Steve, anywhere other than in their bedroom. And, she hinted that even there it doesn’t happen to her satisfaction. She said that she’s very envious of our relationship.”

“That’s nice,” I said, sliding my hand up her leg again. “Well you know what I mean. Does that mean that I can ‘toy with you’ when the movie starts again.”

“Not yet! Stop it! But if you’re a good boy, maybe, just maybe, I might just ‘toy’ with you?”

“Well maybe, just maybe, I won’t let you,” I said recovering my hand.

“Ha! Fat chance, you’ll loll there like a playful puppy,” she replied scornfully. “Sometimes, I think that it wouldn’t matter who it was, you’d just lie there and let them play with you. Seriously though Joe, I think that Nicky’s quite unhappy, and I felt quite sorry for her. If that guy asks again at the end, be prepared for some odd looks. I think that she might lie, and I’m not.”

After a short while, Nicky returned to her seat, and after a whispered conversation with Steph, she stood up and squeezed past us and sat in the next seat to me. My fists balled up tight, burying themselves into the velour seat as her barely protected bottom passed achingly close. Steph broke my concentration.

“Is that better? she whispered. “You can be a thorn between two roses. Now I’ve no-one next to me to watch you misbehaving.”

“Perfect,” I replied as I slid my right hand along her inner thigh. 

“No, no! Be patient! Wait until the movie restarts,” she scolded. I looked to my left, and saw that Nicky was watching us.

“Ok.” 

As the house lights dimmed, and the movie restarted, as well as confused, I was getting warm, so I took off my school blazer and laid it over my bare knees. Fairly soon, my right hand re-found Steph’s bare thigh, and very slowly made it’s way upwards. She made no move to stop me; instead she slid back in her seat and opened her knees slightly. Good, good, we’re on our way, and life seemed simpler. The hem of the short skirt slipped easily over her smooth thighs, until my hand nestled on the outside of her very damp knickers. I paused for a few seconds; Steph’s only reaction was to settle back a little more into her seat. 

As with all endeavors, I’ve always believed that seduction can be broken up into phases. Phase one had been safely negotiated. My hand nestled at base camp, in-between Steph’s legs with only a strip of her school knickers obstructing further intimacy. Although we’d been in this position many, many times since we’d first met, I still felt the excitement associated with the successful execution of phase one, and the anticipation of successfully getting into her knickers, and beyond, in phase two, especially in a public place. 




My Best Friend's Girl Ch. 03



My hand lay against the damp material, and then slowly and gently my fingers began to explore the outline of her vaginal lips. I glanced at her to see if she was ready for the next phase of ‘naughties’ to commence, the overcoming of the final barrier. The flickering light from the screen danced across her face, and gave me my answer. Her eyes were closed, and she had settled back in her seat to enjoy my attentions.

Encouraged, my fingers slid beyond the soft fabric, and onto her outer lips. A little sigh, and movement, was enough to confirm that my timing seemed to be perfect. I eased the fabric aside, and began to trace the outline of her vagina. 

By now, neither of us had any further interest on what was going on on the big screen. Steph had her eyes firmly closed, and I was looking at the lovely, but under the circumstances, dangerous view revealed by her raised skirt. I, and anyone else who cared to look, would see almost all of her gorgeously bare legs and what was going on between them. In the occasional bright flicker from the screen, I caught glimpses of her vagina, contrasted by the blue of her school knickers. The thought of someone else, a stranger, catching the same delicious view of my wife gave me a real buzz. 

After tracing along her outer lips, my finger gently negotiated the tiny area of sensitive flesh to her anus. The movement elicited a quiet little moan of approval, and a shuffle of her anus against the tip of my finger. She leant her head towards me and nibbled my ear. As she did, I undid her blouse and used my party trick to unfasten her front fastening bra. She nipped my earlobe, and whispered, “pervert”. In response, I pulled at her nipple, and cupped her newly vulnerable breast.

Now it was time to go for glory. My finger retraced its path back along her open vaginal lips to her clitoris. Taking the tiny hood between my finger and thumb, I eased back the delicate protective cover to expose her most sensitive plaything. She trembled, I paused hoping that I’d not gone for her tiny button too soon. 

Frustratingly, I could only imagine the view, and I did. By now, in spite of the earlier confusion, I had a shorts splitting erection, and I needed to shift in my seat to get more comfortable. Reluctantly, I withdrew my hand from her blouse. As I moved, I caught a glimpse of Nicky. Stupidly, in my excitement I’d forgotten that she was there. She wasn’t watching the movie, and wasn’t even pretending to. Nicky was leaning forward, watching what was going on between Steph and me. A second careful glance confirmed it. Nicky was transfixed. She also seemed to have her left hand under her skirt. 

Shocked, my activities with Steph stopped. Pretty quickly, I felt her wriggle and push against my fingers to encourage me. Although my mind was no longer entirely on what I was doing, I continued to gently knead her clitoris. Steph was extremely aroused, and I could tell that she needed to come. Her vagina was wide open, and her delicious juices flowed freely down towards her anus. But for Nicky, this would have been perfection. Steph was moaning gently, and beginning to come onto my teasing fingers. I was concentrating on helping her through to orgasm, as silently as her accumulating juices allowed. Suddenly, my concentration was shattered as a soft voice whispered into my ear.

“Finger me too. Please, finger me too!” Geez, my hair stood on end as Nicky took my left hand and placed it on her upper thigh. Fortunately, by now, Steph was in a world of her own and looking after herself. All she really needed were my fingers, so I moved my other hand up Nicky’s thigh to her knickers. Still a little cautious, I paused. In response, Nicky pushed on my hand, as she hurriedly pulled the saturated crotch aside. 



“Finger me, please! Oh fuck! I’m so excited! Please Joe, finger my cunt!,” her hot breath pleaded into my ear. It was clear as soon as I touched her vagina just how close she was to orgasm; she was almost there. Nicky grabbed my hand as I slid two fingers into her unguarded antechamber. She began to come almost immediately, her cunt soaking us both with her juices. Fortunately, the film was quite noisy at this point; otherwise the wet appreciative sounds from her would have attracted attention as she squeezed her come over my fingers. 

“Oh god, I’m coming, finger my bum too. Hard, hurry. Please!” Nicky whispered. My finger slipped easily into her well lubricated but tight little bottom.

“Ohh that hurts.” She slid away from me down into the seat, and further onto my fingers. As she came, I felt Steph stirring.

“Well you’ve done it again, you horny bastard,” she scolded. “Now I’ll need to go to the little girls room and change my knickers. Luckily, knowing you I brought a spare pair. Ask Nicky if she wants to come as well.” The humour, almost gave me away. I very nearly laughed out loud, Nicky was coming, and not quietly! As Steph asked me the question, Nicky was coming, onto my left hand. I hope that the irony of the situation hadn’t triggered too much of a reaction, other than a daft smile on my face. I turned and whispered to a slightly disorientated Nicky,

“Steph’s off to the loo, do you want to go?”

“No I’m ok thanks,” she replied. I shook my head to Steph, then curled my fingers inside Nicky, dragging them across her G spot and testing the wall of her anus. Steph headed off alone for the ladies room. Taking advantage of the opportunity, my fingers began to hit on Nicky’s eager cunt and accommodating anus hard. She laid back, with her legs splayed, and was taking as much as I could give her. Almost immediately she came again, marking her territory on her seat and the rear of the seat in front. This time the film didn’t, and probably couldn’t have disguised the noises from her. 

Her gentle moans, audible over the soundtrack, and the wet sounds from her cunt as she came over my invading fingers were unmistakable. Thankfully, no one turned around, but a few couples in the rows in front exchanged knowing glances at each other. My mission accomplished, I sat back and clasped my hands in my lap, my chest puffed out. There was something special about having fresh come from two different ladies on my hands. 

“Ohh Joe, thank you, thank you, that was fantastic. Would you like me to suck you? Please let me.”

“Sounds wonderful Nicky, but not now. Steph will be back soon.”

“Ohh, are you sure? You’ve been so kind to me!” There it was again, she’d just given herself to me to play with, and she was grateful to me. My conscience had little or nothing to work with, so I asked,

“ I’ll call round on Monday. Is that ok? You can repay me then.”

“Promise? I’ll do anything you ask me to, you do know that don’t you? Just tell me what you like. You will do that won’t you?”

“Anything?”

“Absolutely anything, you are a wonderfully kind man, and deserve anything you like. Promise?”

“Promise.” Thank god for my control, I think that Nicky would actually have done it. She would just have been getting down into my lap as Steph re-took her seat. Smiling at Steph, I slid my hand under her as she sat down. She smiled back and then removed my hand from cupping her bottom. 

“Enough big boy let me relax now. I’m nice and dry.” I did as I was told, and sat back between them as the film flickered through its final minutes, to wonder what would happen on Monday. 

Eventually, thankfully, the movie ended and the final credits rolled. The houselights came on again, and the MC’s voice came over the sound system. OK ladies remember my question from earlier? For all of you lucky ladies, who have been pleasured tonight, please smile at each other as you leave the auditorium. But it’s very important that you don’t smile too much as you leave the theatre. It upsets the neighbours, they get jealous. The place was filled with howls of embarrassed laughter from the girls, and smug grins from the guys. I got a dig in the ribs from Steph, and a shy smile from Nicky, who seemed to have tears in her eyes. I mouthed, ‘are you ok?’ She nodded. 

We got a very inquisitive look from two couples, who I’m sure had been sitting just in front of us. I smiled at them, and gently guided Steph and Nicky through the crowd, away to anonymity.

Steph drove home. I tried to make polite conversation with them both, but it was really difficult to tread a neutral line. I was still horny, and I’d been unable to wash, so I still had a reminder of the evening on my hands. It was sustaining an erection that I just couldn’t get rid of. As we’d left the theatre, Steph was looking for me to hold her hand, but she was to my left, so I’d made some excuse and moved to her left before taking her hand. 

We dropped Nicky off at home and said goodnight. Steph and I then went home. Steph went upstairs, and I locked the house and checked the windows.

“Joe.”

“I’m on my way honey.” For the second time this evening, I wearily climbed the stairs. In the bedroom, Steph was sat at her vanity unit. “What are you doing?” She turned around to reveal a fresh application of shocking red lipstick.

“Come here, I believe that I owe you something.” She undid my belt, and fly zip. “Wow, you did enjoy the movie, didn’t you?” Holding me in both hands, she slowly drew me towards her.

“But supposing I make a mess?”

“Oh you will, I’m relying on it!” I thought it wise not to say anything else, and after admiring my excited erection for a few seconds, Steph didn’t speak again, she had her mouth very full.

We made love, and it was good, probably the best we’d had for months, but my mind was elsewhere, trying to analyze Nicky’s needs, and my role in helping her to fulfill them.





Sunday 20th October



I picked up Joe junior on Sunday morning, and we spent a fantastic day playing football in the local park. He loved me spending time with him, and teaching him how to improve his football skills. I applauded every time he managed to master a new skill, and he demanded that I teach him something else. In truth, he was already much more skilful than I’d ever been. He had a natural ability. I was running out of things that I could demonstrate to him. Eventually he would be challenging me to teach him things that currently I couldn’t do myself, and probably would never be able to do. I made a mental note to brush up my own abilities or he’d become frustrated and lose interest in his game. Being realistic though, I probably wouldn’t be able to improve my own skills by much. I’d need to analyse the game, and look for techniques that we could learn together.

We played a little squash in the afternoon. Again, Joe was an eager pupil. Eventually after a lovely boy’s day, we went home and Joe enthusiastically described everything he’d learned to Steph.

Joe went to bed very reluctantly at 9.00 pm, and Steph declared that she was in the mood, so we adjourned soon after. I’m afraid that I didn’t perform well. I wasn’t really tired; it was more a mental problem. I was distracted. Although I did my best, I knew that I was falling short. It was more than going through the motions, but not by very much. To her credit, Steph didn’t complain, and she seemed to enjoy herself. But it wasn’t one of our best lovemaking sessions.





Monday 21st October 09:30hrs

I opened the shop, and greeted the staff, but my mind was definitely not on my work. I still had pangs of guilt about my relationship with Nicky, but they were very much outweighed by the passion and desire that I felt every time I thought of her. One word kept playing through my mind, like a repeating movie. The word? Anything. Did she mean it? And even if she did, what on earth could she do. From a sexual perspective, we’d already done everything that I have ever imagined or fantasized about.



“I won’t say ‘penny for them’” said Stella, my Office Manager who had just come into my office. 

“What? Oh I see,” I smiled a sickly smile. I could see from her face that she had a good idea why I was again preoccupied. Normally on a Monday I would be chasing around the various travel company account managers, agreeing this weeks priorities, and financial targets.

“Did you have a good weekend Joe?” 

“Yes, pretty good Stella, and you?”

“Sort of, I’ve had my legs waxed. Can you tell?” With that, she hitched her short skirt up. Her long tanned legs looked even more beautiful than usual. 

“Yes Stella, your legs look lovely. Why do you have them waxed?”

“Oh Joe, behave. You know very well.”

“No honest I don’t,” I protested dimly.

“Hair, hair, dummy. Waxing gets rid of the tiny hairs. See!” she said, putting her foot into my lap. “Go on find a hair. Just one, and I’ll demand my money back and sue them for inflicting all that pain for nothing.”

“Nope they look perfect Stella. But I’m sure that I could find one, it depends on where I look,” I replied with a mock leer.

“Nope, you won’t find any there either. I’ve had my bikini line done too. Perhaps you should check it out during the stock check. It’s no longer in stock, it’s gone!”

“Hmm.” I could feel my complexion turning a bright shade of red. 

“Sorry I’ve embarrassed you again. I’m only joking, but they do look good don’t they? I’m really pleased with them.” They did, and so did the crotch of her white knickers. I was disappointed when she put her leg down again. Laughing, she marched out of my office on her newly waxed pins, leaving me with a cryptic comment.

“Don’t be such an old shy-baby boss. Us girls like to look good for you boys, you should notice and demand more of us. Just compliment us on our efforts, who knows what might happen?” 

Now I confess that I have always been a little dopey when it comes to the opposite sex, I never could read the signs. But even I was coming to the conclusion that Stella was still coming on to me. I remembered her words, ‘I’ll always be here for you’, hanging in the air as she left my office the last time that we’d come close. Not for the first time, my ‘little friend’ signaled his disappointment at my failure to take advantage of Stella’s implied offer.

I busied myself, and did a little tidying up to occupy my mind, and get rid of the eager associate pushing at my waistband. I checked my watch every five minutes or so, but at 10:30 I couldn’t wait any longer. Very apprehensively, I picked up the phone and pushed the buttons. It rang three times,



“Hello.”

“Hi Nicky, it’s Joe.”

“Oh, hi Joe, I’m almost ready for you. You are coming, aren’t you?” I didn’t know what to say in reply, so I said rather limply.

“Is it ok? Are we still ok?”

“Ok? Oh I hope so Joe. Surely you know how I feel about you.”

“Yes, sorry Nicky. I guess I do, and I feel the same about you. I’ll set things up here and I’ll be over in fifteen minutes, is that ok?”

“Sounds good Joe, I’ll be ready.”

“I’m ready now Nicky!”

“Hurry Joe, I can’t wait, see you in fifteen.. Oh Joe, please remember, anything, anything.” The phone clicked as the connection was broken.

Thud! 

My little associate sprang further into life as his unromantic, selfish, and giant alter ego. Just one word, one word had put him in command. 

I made the excuse to Stella, that I was visiting a potential new client. Thankfully she didn’t ask me any details. I’m sure that she didn’t believe a word, but she agreed that if Steph rang, she would take a message and I would ring her back. As I left her, Stella said,

“Good luck!

“What?”

“Good luck with the new client!”

“Ohh thanks, it’s a bit speculative at this stage, but if it comes off, it could be big.” Inside, I cringed at the words, and my guess is that Stella was having difficulty keeping a straight face. But I was very grateful that she did.

As I unlocked the car I wondered what ‘I’ll be ready for you’ meant. I couldn’t wait to find out. As I sat in the car, I noticed just what a lovely day it was, especially for October. In the short time that the car had been standing, the interior had warmed up nicely. I threw my overcoat onto the rear seat and opened the windows, then drove the short distance to Nicky’s. Under the circumstances, I was very relaxed. The sun was shining, it was a gorgeous morning, and I was on my way to commit adultery again with my best friend’s wife. What could be better? 

“You selfish shit,” I said to myself.

Just a few short weeks ago, in similar circumstances, I would’ve had a hollow feeling in the pit of my stomach. But all that appreciation from Nicky was having its effect. Now I’d begun to feel quite good about it. No one was getting hurt, were they? And Nicky was only doing what she wanted to do, wasn’t she? But what exactly was it that she wanted to do? Well it seemed that that, was anything that I wanted it to be. 

Every time that thought passed through my mind it had two effects, one on my little eager friend, and the other on me. Over the last couple of days, I’d reflected on this mutually exclusive feeling enough times to realize that the crux of the problem was responsibility. My little associate felt none whatsoever, other than for his own carnal needs. He became excited and more than ready for anything that might come his way, and would manipulate any situation, or thought process, until he got his way. 

And me? Well I just became confused. We’d done everything, and more that I’d ever imagined sex might consist of. So what else could we do? What would anything be? Nicky seemed sure that I would know, and would be asking her to do things she’d never done before. Things she’d already agreed unconditionally to do, whatever they were. That responsibility weighed heavily on me.

As I approached Nicky’s, an idea hit me.

If I’d had an erection before the idea, then it went into a different class afterwards. Smiling to myself, I muttered, ‘ok over to you smarty’.

I parked the car and strolled up to Nicky’s door. I knocked and heard her call,

“Joe is that you?”

“Yes, who were you expecting?”

“Come in.”

I pushed the door open, and walked into the hall. Nicky was stood at the other end and she looked stunning. Suddenly my idea seemed a little less practicable. She was wearing her schoolgirl outfit, exactly as she had worn it on Saturday. The blouse was completely open from neck to waist, and, in daylight, the skirt that I played under, looked even more daring than I’d remembered, It seemed much much shorter. 

“Nicky you look absolutely gorgeous.” She looked a little embarrassed, and averted her eyes.

“Are you sure? It’s not too much is it? I thought that you’d liked it, so I put it on again for you.”

“Nicky, you look absolutely perfect.” I walked up to her and kissed her. Initially we kissed gently, but then moved into a full blown passionate exchange. My hands roamed all over her, and pulled her against me so she could appreciate just how sexy she looked.

“Ok, lets go.”

“What?”

“Lets go, I’ve got a surprise for you.”

“Go where?”

“Out!”

“But I can’t go out dressed like this.”

“Oh but you can, and we are. Trust me Nicky. Trust me. It’s a lovely sunny day, and we are going into the country to a fantastic little place I know, and then we are going to make love just like teenagers.”

“But!”

“Trust me,” I interrupted. You can wear my coat.” I released her, and left her slightly bewildered as I returned to the car and collected my overcoat. I held it, and she helped me to put it on her. As I wrapped the coat around her, I slipped my right hand under the warm lining and into her blouse. I cupped her left breast, and turned her head, we kissed over her right shoulder. Her breast felt absolutely wonderful, and her nipple suggested that she was as eager as I was to get on with things.

“Trust me lover, trust me,” I whispered. She nodded, and kissed me again. I couldn’t resist the temptation to explore her right breast as well. Eventually, we broke off, and reluctantly I restored her modesty under the large coat.




My Best Friend's Girl Ch. 03



“Come on gorgeous, we’re skipping lessons today for a little playtime.” Nicky smiled nervously. I took her hand to the door, and then she walked very confidently and demurely to my car. I opened the door for her, and drank in the view as coat fell open when she took her seat.

“Beautiful. Just beautiful!” She smiled an embarrassed smile. I climbed in, and the engine kicked into life. At a respectable distance from her home, I said,

“Show me your gorgeous legs Nicky?” She moved the coat until it revealed a generous amount of bare flesh. “And that cleavage?” again an immediate relaxation so that the coat was completely open at the front. It was difficult to concentrate with the view on show. 

“Are you happy Nicky?”

“Of course Joe, I’m just a little nervous, that’s all. I just don’t know what to expect.” 

“Do you trust me?” For the first time in minutes, she looked at me and replied,

“Yes of course, you are a fantastic man, and you’ve done so much for me. I’m more happy than I’ve ever, ever, been.”

“Good, I would never ask you to do anything that you don’t want to do, I just want to explore a little. Is that ok?” She looked away from me again and said, 

“Joe, I’ll do anything for you. Anything.” Thud! There it was again, the ‘A word’, an unconditional commitment to anything I wanted. The sensation in my pants was unbelievable; I had an erection like never before. We didn’t talk much for the next few miles, I just tried to concentrate on my driving, having the occasional look at the gorgeous sight to my side. After a while, the traffic and people disappeared and the roads turned into country lanes. I pulled down a narrow lane and then off the road onto an overgrown uneven track for a couple of hundred very enjoyable yards, as Nicky’s soft breasts followed every bump in the track. Eventually I pulled the car to a stop close to a waist high dry-stone wall and humpback bridge.

“Ok we’re here!”

“Oh Joe it’s beautiful, where are we?”

“Oh it’s just a little place with a river just over that wall, and my favourite piece of woodland across the river.”

“It sounds lovely.” I leaned over and we kissed again. I found it impossible to ignore her breasts and searched them out again rolling and pulling at her nipples. Nicky purred softly.

“Ok, let me show you my magic copse!” I very reluctantly let her go, and climbed out of the car. She remained in the car, and looked very nervously around. I opened her door and offered her my hand. She took it and got out as demurely as she could. But, given her outfit, I still got the most wonderful view of her soft breasts as they bounced around in all their unconstrained glory. Anxiously, in the bright sunlight, she started to fasten the coat.

“No, no, please don’t button up your coat, I want to look at you as we walk.” Nicky didn’t look at me, but she did stop and undid the buttons that she’d fastened. I took her hand and we began to walk alongside the dry-stone wall towards the bridge. It was a magical sensual feeling, the most gorgeous autumn day; the woodland was displaying its full range of colours, greens, browns, auburns and reds through to an abundant display of yellows. I don’t think that my senses had ever absorbed this amount of beauty before. I had Nicky on my arm, the woodland birds were singing and chattering a welcome from within the carpet of colours. It was almost poetic. I pointed at the blanket of colours and said,

“Listen to the birds, I wonder if they’re taking about us. I’ll bet they are. They probably saying, wow, look at Joe; we’ve not seen him for ages. And look at his girlfriend, she’s gorgeous, isn’t he a lucky guy?” I stopped, and took her into my arms again and we kissed for what seemed like hours. My hand wandered over her bottom, exploring its outline. I wouldn’t be robbed of my opportunity to examine exactly how beautiful it was. Neither of us seemed to want to break off the kiss. Eventually we did, and carried on walking. I felt her hand tense up and grip me tightly.

“Don’t panic, I’ve seen him too.” Approaching us was an old woodsman with his day’s supply of windfall dry firewood. He was dressed for warmth, and looked like he was used to sleeping rough. Alarm bells rang, and I put my arm around Nicky to reassure her. 

“He’s harmless darling, he probably lives in one of the ruined cottages a little way down the river. You’ll make his morning though.” I squeezed her hand, and winked at her. I was pleased to see that she hadn’t been spooked too much; her coat was still open revealing a view that the woodsman would probably remember forever.

“Good morning!” I said as we passed him.

“And good morning to you, Sir.” He replied. Sir may one address your beautiful companion?” I nodded. “Good morning to you Madam! May an unworthy old man address you Madam?” After a pause, Nicky replied quietly;

“Of course.” He bowed.

“I’m most grateful. Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate. Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date. 

I smiled, as Nicky blushed with embarrassment.

“Why thank you. You are very kind.”



“Men’s evil manners live in brass; their virtues we write in water. Madam, you are very beautiful. You have made this old man’s day. And you sir, are a very lucky man!”

“Thank you Sir, and you know your Shakespeare. Yes indeed, I am a very lucky man.” 

“He must needs go that the devil drives.” With that, he walked on. Nicky was still blushing as we left him. I smiled at her and she returned it with a coy smile of her own. The birds began to chirrup seemingly in agreement. They seemed to have been listening to the exchange, and now were keen to voice their opinions.

“What a nice guy. Over here darling.” I took Nicky’s waist and helped her over the two step stile in the wall. As I dropped down in the meadow, it seemed even more beautiful than I’d remembered. There was the calming sound of rushing water from the river, now just a handful of yards away, the ripples on the surface scattering the twinkling sunlight into every direction. Stepping-stones across the narrowest point to the other bank were barely covered, and the woods on the opposite bank looked positively serene. Although this was autumn, there was still the unmistakable smell of late blossom.

“Oh Joe, it’s wonderful. It really is. How did you find such a lovely spot?”

“It is perfect, isn’t it? I’ve never brought anyone here since I was a kid. I used to come here on my bike, and play on the stepping-stones.” I felt a lump in my throat as I remembered running across the stones chasing after an early girlfriend. We stood there for a few minutes, before turning to each other and embracing. Nicky rested her head on my shoulder, while I held her tightly. We moved back until Nicky could lean against the wall.



“Kiss me lover!” She responded, returning my exploring tongue with a nibble. My hands began to respond to the demands of my rising erection; ‘he’ clearly had plans for Nicky. Soon, both hands were fully occupied inside her coat, one making its way under her blouse searching out my favourite breasts, as the other slid around her waist eventually settling on her bottom. There was something magical about making love alfresco, something I’d rarely done. Normally unused senses became intrinsic to the experience. Nicky gasped as my hand cupped her, suddenly I realized that my hand were probably cold.

“Sorry darling, I didn’t realize.”

“It’s ok! It’s nice, just a shock that’s all.” 

“I’ll let my hands warm up.”

“No! No! I need you now. Please don’t stop.” Permission and encouragement given I continued to explore her, gently tweaking her nipples. My right hand began to lift up the back of her skirt until I could feel the outline of her cotton clad bottom.

“Mmm, beautiful beautiful bottom,” I whispered, “are you going to show it to me later darling?” Her answer was a very hungry kiss, and a gentle nip of my lip. My hand slid inside her knickers, and followed the contour to her cleavage where an impatient finger followed it south until it reached her anus. 

“What an inviting little opening. Now what can I do with that?” Nicky pushed back onto my finger, teasing it against her impossibly tightly closed little hole. My left hand slid down her bare flesh, beyond her skirt onto her thigh. We kissed again and my tongue explored her as I climbed to her knickers. The cotton gusset of her only remaining protection, was already showing encouragingly moist signs. Finding the waistband, my hand slipped over her tensed tummy and smooth mons pubis until it found her unlocked antechamber. She gasped, as an over eager finger touched her clitoris on its way into her.

“This is fantastic lover, you look, and feel gorgeous in the open air. It’s very, very, sexy to have my finger in your cunt, just like a teenager.” No answer from her, other than a soft moan and a gentle push against the invading finger. After kissing her again, I nibbled her neck on my way to her breasts. My tongue drew a helix on each wonderful breast, until it reached her sensitive nipples. In each case, a playful nip drew a sexy purring sound from her. Suddenly, and unexpectedly, I saw a movement out of the corner of my eye. I lay my head in-between her breasts, and looked to investigate it. The sight of our Shakespearian woodsman some thirty yards away greeted me, unashamedly watching us.

“Shh darling, don’t move, our Shakespearian friend is watching us.” Nicky stiffened.

“Don’t worry lover, it’s very sexy.” I whispered, “He clearly has excellent taste; I love to look at you too, so I can only admire his taste. Maybe we should help stimulate his literary juices?” 

“What do you mean?”

“Are you warm enough lover? Should we take off your coat?” After a short pause, her reply was to slip the coat off her shoulders allowing it to fall onto the grass below.

“Is that ok?” She asked disarmingly, briefly looking deep into my soul before lowering her gaze.

“Oh that’s perfect, you look gorgeous. But perhaps we should allow our literary friend to see a little more of you?” 

“How much more?” she replied. She seemed a little shocked.

“Ohh we’ll see. But not more than he deserves, or more than you want him to.” She kissed me hungrily, and whispered:

“I’ll do anything for you Joe, you know that, as long as I’m pleasing you. Just ..just… ” I paused, but her words faded away. Fearing a refusal, I kissed away any further words, and moved behind her. 

“Now lean your head back on my shoulder.” Nicky leant her head backwards, and we kissed again. My hands were still down her pants, and I had no intention of moving them. My little friend was desperate to be liberated to join in the action, and was pushing up against Nicky’s bottom.

“Can you feel me lover.” She pushed back in reply. “We’ve got our friend’s attention, should we take this a little further?” She kissed me, and explored me with her tongue, before grabbing my hand and whispering:

“Just finger me hard!” I did as I was told, slipping three fingers into her as I considered how far I ought to push this situation.



“Open your blouse lover, let’s show him your wonderful breasts.” I sensed a real resistance as she paused, so I encouraged her. I eased my fingers a little deeper into her and said, “I’d love to show him your gorgeous breasts. Is that ok?” She looked down, and after what seemed like an age slowly opened the delicate garment until it was hanging from her shoulders, her magnificent breasts on display for our very fortunate Shakespearian aficionado. 

“Fantastic, fantastic, oh boy is he enjoying the view. Cup your breasts and tug at your nipples to show him how they like a little gentle abuse. No pause this time, Nicky did exactly that, and more playing with them as she showed off. Her state of arousal was obvious, she was very close to orgasm her juices running over my hand as my fingers played inside her. 

“A little more lover, let’s show him a little more.” After a long pause, she kissed me again and whispered;

“What? What shall I do?” 

“Take off your blouse.” Almost immediately, the redundant garment slid down her arms onto the grass.

“Tell me what to do!” she said, encouraging me to give her further instructions.

“I think that you should show him your lovely cunt, don’t you?” She gasped. I kissed her again worried that I’d gone too far. To my relief, she reached under her skirt and pulled away her soft cotton knickers down to her knees. 

“Mmm gorgeous. And now?”

“Should I lift my skirt for him?”

“Oh no baby, we’ll do much more than that.” Nicky gasped again, then said.

“Do I have to take it off?, I’m not sure that I’m ready for that!”

“No, no baby, you don’t need to, let me do that! I recovered my left hand from investigating her wonderfully bare bottom, and fumbled with the waistband until I found the clip securing the wrap around skirt.

“Mmm William, I hope you are ready for this. Is it ok Nicky? There’s still time to stop me.” For a few seconds, she was silent, both of us so tense we were barely breathing.

“You’ll need to take your fingers away to let him see my cunt. You do want me to show him my cunt, don’t you?” The final barrier overcome, I could breathe again.

“Of course I do.” Very reluctantly, I withdrew my fingers from her, and then undid the clasp. The tiny skirt slowly, and very seductively, fell open before slipping away onto the grassy meadow below, leaving Nicky naked but for her knickers uselessly positioned around her knees. Without any comment, she moved her legs apart stretching her pants: then leant back and kissed me, her tongue competing with mine for access.



“Oh god, I’m coming. No, not yet. Oh please god, not yet. Not like this! Finger me Joe, please! Hard! I’m coming. Do you think he’s watching me come?” I didn’t answer, I was fully occupied servicing her oncoming orgasm I pushed my fingers back into her and grabbed her breast with my left hand, squeezing the lovely fleshy orb. Nicky came almost the instant that my fingers re-entered her. “Harder, please harder, I’m coming again. Please, hurt me! Please.” I gripped and pulled hard at her nipple, and my right hand slapped against her clitoris, as it forced my fingers into her. 

Nicky’s cunt was wide open, my fingers leaving her completely before resuming the inward stroke. Her head began to roll from side to side on my shoulder. By now she had accommodated most of my fingers inside her, and I was almost lifting her off the ground as my hand tried desperately to comply with her screamed demands to finger her harder. 

For one surreal moment, a mental picture of the situation visited me. In it, I was finger fucking my best friend’s naked wife in front of a total stranger, and, at her request trying, to hurt her. This strange picture was silent, but for the sound of Nicky’s appreciative juices and moans. The resulting brief feeling of guilt was overwhelmed by the desire emanating from my trousers to fuck her into some sort of orgasm-induced coma. The surreal out of body experience evaporated as Nicky screamed,

“Oh god, hard! Hurt me! Finger my bum! Hard! Hard! Please. Oh please, hurt me! Please god, I can’t take much more! Fuck! Oh thank god, I’m coming!” I moved my left hand and searched out her anus. A finger teased the rim of her little hole, but Nicky was in no mood for teasing.

“In, in! Fuck! Put it in. Finger my bum.” I slid the finger beyond her gatekeeper, Nicky’s own juices easing entry.

“Ouww, another. Another finger, no two! Now, please.” Even with her helpful juices, it wasn’t quite so easy to get another two inside her. The second finger slid in ok, but the third had to be forced in. Nicky was trapped between two invading hands, and as the third finger entered her she went onto tiptoe.

“Ouww! Oh god, that hurt’s so good. Don’t stop, another. I’m coming!” I slipped another finger into her impossibly stretched little hole. This was clearly hurting her; she was still on tiptoe, her only way of offsetting some of the pain my fingers were inflicting on her. As well as I could, I began to work both hands in and out of her. As my fingers receded from her, Nicky dropped from her toes following them. This unreal picture continued for another few seconds, until she moaned and fell into an orgasm that seemed to continue for minutes. Initially, she went limp in my hands like a little rag doll. My fingers taking full advantage of her quiescence until her weight returned as she milked the final spasms of her orgasm.

“Oh lover, I feel so alive with you. Just hold me! Please, hold me, I’m a little dizzy.” I was happy to cooperate; Nicky was shaking as I put both arms around her and held her while she slowly recovered. Suddenly we were both returned to reality by an unexpected interjection. 



“Beauty itself doth of itself persuade the eyes of men without an orator.” 

Shit! I’d completely forgotten about our Shakespearian friend. Startled, we both looked and saw he was no more than a few yards away. He waved, then turned and walked away reciting one last Shakespearian quote as he did:

“She is a woman, therefore may be wooed; She is a woman, therefore may be won, She is Lavinia, therefore must be loved. What, man! more water glideth by the mill Than wots the miller of; and easy it is Of a cut loaf to steal a shive, we know.”

As he disappeared from view, Nicky turned to me.

“I’m so sorry Joe, I just got carried away. I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

“What, are you kidding? You’ve just made two men deliriously happy.” 

“Have I, honestly? I just lost it, and I completely forgot about Mr. Shakespeare.”

“You’ve probably given him the sight of his life.”

“Do you think so? I just wanted to please you, but I got too excited and lost control. You’ve just given me the most wonderful orgasm of my life; I thought that I was going to pass out. Do you want me to put my clothes on?”

“Well, we’ve not finished yet, so why not just put your coat on? I want to play some more in my enchanted glade.” Nicky picked up her coat, and covered up.

“And my knickers?”

“Oh I think that I’d like to remove those myself later.” Nicky smiled as she pulled them back into place. I collected her blouse, and shirt.

“Come on sexy.” I took her hand and led her to the stepping-stones.

“I won’t get wet, will I? Is it safe to cross?”

“Lover, it’s quite safe until we get to the other side’ which is where I’m going to I tell you what I’m going to do with you.” Typically, Nicky avoided eye contact and set off on her own across the stones. She made it the short distance to the other side easily, and greeted me as arrived. We kissed as if we’d been apart for a year. Nicky hadn’t bothered to fasten her coat, so I had her soft fleshy breasts against me. We needed to get to my destination quickly, or those distractions would lead me away from my goal, whatever that was.

I led Nicky over the multi-coloured carpet of autumn leaves into the woodland for a few yards or so; eventually we arrived at the magical place that I’d remembered. It seemed much further into the woodland than I’d recalled, but the gentle sounds of the birds singing their welcome seemed familiar to me.

“Oh Joe it’s wonderful!” Nicky looked around, and then went to sit on the fallen tree at the centre of the circular clearing, where I joined her. The glade was slightly different; an aborted logging exercise had stretched the clearing towards the south, which allowed the glade to be bathed in warm sunshine. “Thank you for bringing me here Joe, it’s perfect. I really am sorry about before, but you drove me crazy. I’ll make it up to you. I promise I will. Just tell me what I can do to make amends to you.” In truth, Nicky’s performance had probably been one of the sexual highlights of my life, and I didn’t really understand her guilty feelings, but she seemed to need to serve. I could only imagine what the view looked like to our Shakespearian voyeur, and I did.




My Best Friend's Girl Ch. 03



“Perhaps I should punish you?” As I floated the suggestion it seemed like my ‘little friend’ doubled in size. He clearly liked the idea. 

“Perhaps you should, do you think that I deserve it?” Nicky replied eagerly, before averting her eyes. A million sparks shot through me as the significance of her reply registered.

“Yes I think will punish you! You do deserve it don’t you? Take off your coat.” Nicky stood up, leaving her coat behind. She stood before me, naked but for her cotton knickers. I still had no idea what was I going to do, but Nicky threw me a lifeline.

“Are you going to slap me?” My head spun, this naked vision in front of me suggested that I slap her. I tried desperately to conceal the shock, but it must have been obvious since Nicky averted her eyes again. Recovering, I said, 

“Yes, Nicky, I’m afraid that I am going to slap you. But you have been such a bad girl so I want you to undo my fly and see what you’ve done to me.” Nicky didn’t answer, she knelt in front of me and undid my waist button and fly zipper, and then looked up at me.

“Take out my cock Nicky, see how hard it is for you.” Nicky did what she’d been told and held me with both hands. “Now you know what to do with that, don’t you Nicky?” She tightened her grip, and slid her hands towards the base of my erection, looking at me as she licked the pre-come off the straining tip of my cock. Slipped her mouth over, her lips slowly moved down the length of my overexcited member. The sensation was unbelievable. Where the hell all that eager flesh had gone, I had no idea, but wherever it was it was wonderfully tight. I could feel Nicky nibbling the base with her teeth. I laid back and closed my eyes to shut out all other distractions. I imagined standing behind Nicky watching her as she slowly, and expertly, slipped my cock out of her mouth, nipping the tip with her teeth, before making it disappear again.

This image was almost too much to bear; I was close to bringing this to a premature end.

“Lover, I need to be careful, you are too good at that. I’m getting far too close to coming. Soon you’ll feel a gallon of my excitement hitting the back of your throat.”

“Mmm.” She slipped down to the base again, and ran back up the length with her teeth.

“Fuck, I pulled out quickly. Fuck that was close.”

“Sorry, have I done it wrong?”

“Wrong! Nicky, that was fucking wonderful. But I don’t want to come yet.” I looked at her, “can you see what you do to me? I’m as hard as a rock. All I wants to do is cover you in warm sticky come. That’s how excited you’ve got me.”

“Mmmm, are you going to punish me for being such a bad girl?” There it was again, a definite request for a little punishment.

“Yes, I’m afraid that I am. How do you think that I should punish you?” Nicky looked at the ground. “Perhaps I should slap your lovely bottom.”

“Will you make it very red?,” she replied without looking up.

“Of course lover, very very red. Would you like that?” I motioned for her to lie across my knees. Silently, she positioned herself across me, to perfection. Her cotton-clad bottom was under my hand ready for attention. I couldn’t help but admire its beauty; it seemed such a shame to abuse it in any way. Strangely, the sight of her prostrate across me caused two conflicting emotions in me. The first was to protect her, she was giving herself to me unconditionally, and willingly, I couldn’t abuse that trust. However the second emotion was not quite so honourable. 

The view of her, and her willingness to participate had driven me to a state that I’d rarely, if ever felt before, a fact that must have been all too obvious to Nicky, since my oversized cock was poking into her tummy.

“Oh Nicky, you look so beautiful. Are you sure that I should still punish you?” In reply, she began to peel her knickers away from her. I completed the job until they were around her ankles.

“Open your legs!” Nicky dropped the knickers onto the floor, and complied. My view was unbelievable; I spread her bottom cheeks and could see the results of our earlier endeavors, her bum-hole was still slightly open and red. I was still very nervous about this. “You must tell me immediately that you want me to stop, you will won’t you?” Nicky didn’t reply. 

I tapped her naked bottom with the flat of my hand, making a delicious slapping sound. I tapped her a second time, this time a little harder, and watched as her white fleshy cheeks wobbled mouth-wateringly.

“Please, harder, much harder, I’ve been a really bad girl!”

“OK! Tell me what you’ve done to deserve this punishment.”

“I’ve been selfish, you are very special, I’ll do anything to please you.” I slapped her again, this time my hand landed much harder. Nicky gasped at the shock. “Ouww, oh yes that’s it. I promise I’ll be good for you.” My ‘little friend’ was now in charge. He liked this task, and Nicky’s reaction to it. Slap! Slap!

“ Now lover, have you learned your lesson?” Slap!

“Oh god, again. Please, please.” I slapped her again two or three times, each one harder than the previous one. Nicky gasped after each, but no cry for mercy came.

“Tell me you’ve learned your lesson lover.” I slapped her again. Now her bottom was showing signs of distress with both cheeks displaying a red glow. 

“Yes, yes, I’ll be a good girl, I promise I will. Don’t stop.”

“What will you do?” I slapped her again, the hardest so far.

“Ouww..Oh, anything, anything, anything you want me to. Don’t stop.” I slapped her three or four times, fairly hard.

“Please Joe, harder. Please.” By this stage, I was lost, I had no control whatsoever and still Nicky was encouraging me for more. I slapped her bottom hard, maybe a dozen times or more in succession, waiting after each one for her gorgeous bottom to settle after its sexy quivering. Initially Nicky screamed, but then became quiet and flaccid. Finally, tired, I stopped slapping her and looked at what I’d done. Her bottom was very red, but something was wrong she was sobbing uncontrollably. I stood up, pulling her with me and hugged her.

“I’m sorry, I got carried away. Oh hell, I’m really sorry, I’ve hurt you.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry Joe,” she sobbed.

“Have I hurt you?”

“No, no, you were perfect. Please don’t apologize. I’m sorry for crying, I’m just so happy. You make me feel so alive.” 

“Are you sure? I’d never forgive myself if I hurt you.”

“I’m sorry for crying Joe, I’m really really sorry. Please don’t worry when I cry, you’re just so special to me, and no-one else has the ability to move me so much; I wanted and deserved to have my bottom smacked. And you did it so wonderfully, yes it did hurt, and my bottom is delightfully sore. But that’s what I wanted; I needed you to punish me for being inconsiderate to you. I’ll have a lovely tingling sensation for the next few days to help me to remember it.” I wasn’t absolutely sure that I understood, but Nicky seemed convinced by her answer, so I went along with the theme.

“Ok then lover, but I want you to punish yourself now.”

“How?” I lay back on the fallen tree.

“Sit on me, and put my cock into you. You’ve made him very hard, and he wants to punish you himself for exposing yourself to him.” Still sobbing, Nicky did as I’d asked her, spread-eagle; she gasped as she slid me into her wet cunt.

“Now fuck yourself. And make sure that those gorgeous breasts really bounce for me.” Nicky moaned softly, and then really went for it, lifting herself up before slamming down onto me, forcing my cock deep into her. Very aroused, I was much too big for her, and she winced each time we reached her limit, but she didn’t stop her tits bouncing fabulously as she approached yet another orgasm.

“Stop! Stop lover,” Nicky stopped, shocked.

“What’s wrong?” 

“Nothing, just stop.”

“No, no, please I’m coming.”

“Yes I know you are Nicky, and this one will be different. You are not allowed any more movement. I want you to come, but you mustn’t move.”

“Ohh, please. Don’t do this to me.” She was squirming, rubbing her clitoris against me.

“Stop. Don’t move!” I said sharply.

“Ohh, I need to come please. Please!”

“No, not yet. Tell me what you are going to do to please me, if I allow you to come.”

“Anything, anything. Just fuck me, please.”

“No! Tell me.”

“Oh god, I need to come. I’ll suck you, and I’ll push it right down my throat for you.” Again, she rubbed her clitoris against me.

“Stop! Have I given you permission to move yet?”

“No, no, I’m sorry,” she whimpered.

“So don’t move! What else are you going to do?”

“Please let me come. Please,” she begged.

“No! Tell me what else?”

“I’ll fuck you, hard,” she replied desperately.

“Where?”

“I’m coming.”

“No, not yet!”

“Ohh please. I need to come, so badly.” She began to sob again.

“Answer me! Where?” She remained absolutely still as she wept,

“In my mouth, my cunt, my bum, anywhere you want. Oh god, I’ll fuck you hard, anywhere you like, until it hurts. You can make it hurt me. I’ll do anything for you, I promise I will, let me come. Please, I’m begging you.” I didn’t like her crying, but I wondered why my cock grew harder each time she did? Nicky had clearly been teased enough.

“Ok lover, but don’t move yet! I’ll allow you to come soon, but on one condition.”

“Anything, anything. Oh thank you. Please, just fuck me,” she replied tears streaming down her cheeks and falling onto my chest.

“You must do it hard. I want to see those lovely breasts bouncing as you come on me.” I pulled and stretched her nipples upwards, and then let them go. Her breasts dropped perfectly, settling beautifully back into their normal lovely state. “Like that!” 

“Now? Please.. now?”

“Yes now, but remember my instructions.” Nicky lifted herself up, and then impaled herself onto me. She gasped as my cock painfully found her limit, and beyond. For the next few moments I had real difficulty concentrating, as she repeatedly threw herself upon me. Withdrawing, then slamming herself down onto my cock again. In an attempt to keep control, I tried to plot a route from Southampton to Lhasa without flying through Chinese airspace. I was successful in avoiding orgasm, but the sight of her breasts demonstrating their abilities to move independently, coupled with the sound of Nicky as she approached orgasm severely tested me. Suddenly she began to scream.

“Yes, yes. Oh fuck.” She stopped and threw her head back. I watched as her cunt repeatedly gripped me, the violent involuntary orgasmic waves passing through her. After a few seconds we were both wet through. Nicky fell forward, her head on my shoulder. “Ohh Fuck! I’m coming again.” I lay there and felt her shudder through yet another climax. “Oh god, I’m sorry Joe I just can’t control myself with you. I’m ready to come again! I’ve got to stop and to do something for you. Tell me what to do. Anything. Make me be your bad girl.”

“OK, lover, you’ve made a mess around my cock with your come. Maybe you’d like to clean me up? But first, I want to drink every drop of your come.” Nicky thought for a minute, and then stood up, leaving my disappointed and sticky erection to fall flat onto my stomach. She turned around, straddling me again, exchanging my view of her gorgeous breasts for one of her wonderful bottom. I positively purred in appreciation as she bent down to reveal herself for me. She seemed a little reluctant, or nervous, so I pulled her towards me until my tongue made contact with her vaginal lips. 

“Oh god!” I ignored her and slowly, and repeatedly, traced the delicious journey along the inside of each swollen rim to her anus, and then back to her clitoris, lapping up her delicious juices. Slowly, Nicky seemed to relax, and take over some control. She pushed a little more, allowing my tongue to probe deeper into her. As the tip touched her tiny little hole, she moaned and reached around pulling her bottom cheeks apart. “Am I doing it right? Am I? Tell me what to do. Make me be a really naughty girl for you!”

“Mmm. why don’t you imagine what a bad girl would do, and do it for me? In reply, she pushed back against my invading tongue.

“Lick my bum. Put a finger in me! Please.” I withdrew a little, and eased my thumb up against her 

Can you imagine my view of you, as I lick your cunt and bottom? Look at my cock, how hard it is for you. Would you like me to come?”

“Ohh fuck, yes!” She pushed back against my probing tongue. “Ohh no, no, please I’m coming again!” I tried desperately to suck in air, as Nicky smothered me squirting her delicious ambrosia over me. “Oh God, Joe, please stop. I can’t control myself with you; I could come another hundred times. All I want now is to make you come, I’m desperate to repay you. Fuck me until you lose control, and shoot your lovely juice into me.”

“Ok lover, I’ll just lie here while you repay me.” Nicky stood up in all her naked glory, looking gorgeous in the midday sunshine. She straddled me again, sliding her cunt along my straining erection.

“Now what would a dirty girl do in these circumstances?” She smiled at me. “Ahh I know,” she said taking me in hand and guiding the tip of my eager associate against her anus. “Ohh he’ll enjoy me being dirty with him, won’t he?” I closed my eyes to savour what was to come. Nicky slowly, and steadily increased the pressure on the gatekeeper of her tightest little hole, but to no avail, in spite of all the attention earlier, she remained firmly shut. Each time the pressure reached a maximum, to our immense frustration, my associate slipped away from his goal.

“Don’t worry lover, I can wait.”

“Fuck!” She reached around, with her other hand, her fingers still around the tip of my cock. “I’m going to do this! I’ll open it up for you.” The pressure increased again, and suddenly the head of my cock slipped effortlessly beyond her resolute defences into her wonderful tight little chamber. “Ohh, that feels so good. Push. Now fuck me as hard as I can take it.” Not one to turn down an invitation like that, I pushed hard, completing the rest of the job in almost one go. The feeling was incredible. It hurt like hell, but I couldn’t wait before withdrawing and slamming it home again. Nicky’s expression told me that I was hurting her, but she stood her ground encouraging me as stroke after stroke abused her, disappearing up to her limit. This couldn’t last long. The sight of her tits bouncing, and the sensations induced by her tightest hole on my desperate cock made an early conclusion inevitable.

“Sorry Nicky, but I can’t hold it any longer.”

“Hold my tits. Fuck me. Fuck me hard. I want to felel you shooting your lovely come into my bottom. I want to feel you fucking my tiny bottom until you come.” She took my balls in hand. That pretty much did the trick for me. I stopped moving, my muscles refusing to respond as the spasms slowly built to a maximum. Eventually I pushed again and groaned as my overdue come began its short journey from the tip of my toes into her bottom.

“Yes yes. That feels so good. Fuck me, use me like a dirty girl.” That encouragement competed the job, over the next few glorious come filled strokes, I squirted the rest of my enthusiastic jism into her. 

“Oh god Nicky, that was fucking fantastic.” 

“You’ve made my bum sore. Was I dirty enough for you.”

“Nicky, you were absolutely wonderful.”

“Dirty?”

“Nicky, my dick is still in your bum! As soon as I pull out, a gallon of my come is going to run out onto your legs. Is that dirty enough for you?”

“Ohh yes,” she giggled. It seemed an appropriate time to withdraw, so very reluctantly I did.

“Told you so.” I laughed as she looked at the little puddle of fresh come on her hand.

“Mmm, she licked it clean. It tastes lovely.” Eventually, I recovered enough to stand up. Nicky put on her skirt and blouse as I put on my clothes. I still had her knickers in my pocket, and she didn’t ask for them so I didn’t volunteer to return them. I did give her my coat though, but she decided to carry it. Slowly normal senses were being restored, and the sounds of outraged birds squawked their disapproval, or perhaps envy.

“Come on sexy, time to take you home fucked!” We walked hand in hand, and left the woodland creatures behind, no doubt discussing amongst themselves what they’d seen. We crossed the stepping-stones, and I helped Nicky up onto the stile crossing the wall.

“Stop!” I lifted up her skirt, and pulled her reddened bottom cheeks apart. “Oh Nicky, you won’t believe this view!” Her bottom was still open, with two or three lines of come leaking down onto her legs. Nicky showed no signs of embarrassment; she just stood there as I enjoyed the view. Eventually, I let her go and urged, “Sorry Nicky, hurry to the car.”

“What?”

“Please, please forgive me for this, but you are too tempting!” I took her hand and dragged her the short distance to the car. “Put your hands on the car!” Undoing my zipper, I said, “God Nicky, I hope that you’ll forgive me for this.” Hurriedly, I lifted her skirt and forced my cock back into her anus. I apologized again, “Sorry Nicky!” Somehow that seemed inadequate. Slipping easily into her, I began to fuck her hard. No thoughts of the Hindu Kush or Lhasa this time, no attempt to hold myself back, simply an attempt to come, as soon a possible, and as far into her as I could, Nicky made absolutely no protest, she simply stood there.

I was having difficulty coming, I grabbed her breasts and stood her up. Kissing her, I whispered “sorry,” again. Suddenly a familiar sensation confirmed the inevitable, I was coming again. “Oh god I’m sorry Nicky, I’m so so sorry. Ohh!” Time after time, my hard cock slammed into her abused bottom, lifting her off the floor, each stroke injecting a fresh donation of come until I had no more left to give to her. Even then, I continued to fuck her, reluctant to concede that it was over. 

Finally, I collapsed onto her, both of us falling onto the car. As I recovered my breath, I heard her sobbing. “Oh god, I’m sorry Nicky!”

“No, no! I’m just being stupid.”

“Oh please don’t tell me that I’ve hurt you. It was on the stile, I..”

“No,” she was now crying uncontrollably, “It’s the passion. I’ve never experienced such passion before!” she sobbed. The uncomfortable truth was nor had I.

“So I’ve not hurt you?” She smiled and kissed me, salty tears on her lips.

“Yes you’ve hurt me, you horrid horrid man, you can’t imagine how much. My bottom is really sore, but it was the most wonderful experience I’ve ever had. I knew you had to do it; you really needed to fuck me, whatever. You didn’t consider me at all; for the first time, you just needed to fuck me. You really needed me. Finally, I feel like I’ve given myself to you, and that’s all I’ve ever wanted to do. Does that make sense?”

“Yes of course it does lover, and I’m flattered.” A nearby bird helped return my senses to normality chirruping its approval, or perhaps not. However, reality was the pair of us face down on my car, with Nicky half naked and me still inside her bum.. 

“I guess I should take it out?” Nicky didn’t reply, she just squeezed my hand. She moaned softly as I reluctantly withdrew from her. As we stood up and parted, I handed her her knickers and said, “you’ll probably need these.” 

“Mmm, yes I think so. I don’t think that my bottom will ever be the same again after that!”

“Oh don’t get me started again Nicky.” She put on my coat, and then her knickers.

“God how much have you given me? I’m wet through.”

“All I had. All I had lover, you’ve got it all.” She smiled.

“That’s wonderful. Come on, we need to get you back to work. You can think about me walking about all day with your lovely come running out of my bum.”

“Oh god Nicky, I don’t know what I’ve done to deserve you.” 

“Everything, Joe. Just everything. You’ve shown me what passion really means. Thank you so much for that. Promise me that you’ll use me whenever you want to. I want to feel like that again.”




My Best Friend's Girl Ch. 03



“Of course Nicky, of course I will. If you really want me to.”

“Oh I do. I’ll do anything just to feel like that again.”

“Me too, thanks Nicky.” 

As I drove home, Nicky chatted away happily. But I was a little subdued. Why was I more than a little afraid? I’d just felt a passion that I’d never experienced before in my life. Why the hell was I frightened? Why didn’t I feel good?



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