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BFF

By: Steppenwolf2814



The following is partially based on a real-life event. Special thanks to Jade for editing this story. 

Growing up in similar backgrounds, Jack Harmon and Stacy Espinoza were one of the few mixed-sex friendships in the world that hadn't screwed it up through physical intimacy. The duo had been the best of friends since the age of nine (they tried dating a few times in ninth grade, but it didn't work out well), and Jack's sister had once called them "a straight Will and Grace." They were capable of talking for hours about anything, sharing closeness on the level of a long-term married couple. Best of all, throughout middle and high school, their parents knew that they could be together in their bedrooms with the doors closed, and not be concerned.

In terms of appearance, they were quite different. Jack stood at five-nine, with a tight, muscular body, the side effect of constantly working out. Since the age of sixteen, he had begun to dye his hair blond, which clashed in an interesting way with his dark eyebrows. Jack had a preference for what he called a 'Seth Green fashion sense': ragged jeans, classic rock t-shirts, and the like. His shoulder-length blond hair and bright green eyes attracted many a girl; however, since the end of his junior year of college, he'd been in a steady relationship with a classmate, Charlie Quinn. Intelligent, good-looking, charming, liked by his parents, a Led Zeppelin fan, Charlie had it all.

Stacy, on the other hand, barely reached the five-foot mark in terms of height. Being of Dominican background, she had beautiful dark skin and hair, large hazel eyes, and full pouty lips. Stacy was thin, but had curves in all the right places, with smooth slender legs and perky medium-sized breasts. She usually dressed in mostly conservative attire: short-sleeved blouses, knee-length skirts, as well as being a huge fan of berets. Even though she and her boyfriend Tim had been devoted to each other since eleventh grade, she still attracted her share of admirers. Tim didn't mind, though; he knew about her friendship with Jack, and was good friends with him.

A year after graduating from college, Stacy was sharing a house with three of her friends. Jack, on the other hand, had managed to secure a semi-decent apartment with his friend, Neil.

Wednesday, 6:43 pm

They were on the phone with each other, talking about nothing special, when Stacy brought it up.

"Look, Jack, the other girls aren't gonna be around 'til Monday. Plus, Tim is working late for the next few days. How about you stop by, we just hang out for a couple of days? I just got the third season of Scrubs on DVD."

"Let me call Charlie first, and see if she wants to do anything. If not, what time should I show up, and should I bring anything?"

"Well, I guess around five would be okay; I've got some things to take care of in the morning. Bring any movies you want, and your swim trunks. The hot tub was finally fixed."

Thursday, 5:21 pm

Jack pulled up to Stacy's house in his Cavalier. He'd had a pretty hectic schedule over the last two weeks; with deadlines for the artwork he'd been doing for a couple of companies. He and Stacy hadn't had much of an opportunity to hang out with each other. This would probably be a nice few days. Plus, Charlie had some family issues to deal with, and Jack didn't want to get in the way.

As he pulled into the driveway, he could hear traces of a Ramones album coming from inside the house. Grabbing his duffel bag and DVDs out of the back of the car, he walked up to the door, knocking hard enough for Stacy to hear over the music. After a few seconds, the door flung open with the force of a tornado.

From the way she staggered and leaned against the door, it was obvious Stacy was partially drunk. The clothing she wore left little to the imagination, with a white wifebeater cut to show off her midriff, her nipples popping up the shirt in response to the breeze, and a pair of daisy dukes that rode low on her hips, leaving the straps of her thong showing. Her dark hair was tied into a pair of pigtails.

"Um, Stacy, are you okay?"

"Oh, helllloooo, Jackie," Stacy said, a slight slur in her voice. "C'mon in."

The two of them walked into the living room. Stacy stumbled a bit, and Jack managed to grab her arm to keep her from falling.

"Stace, hold on for a second, sit down on the couch." The two of them sat down. "How much have you had to drink?"

"Oh, just a couple shots of Grey Goose. Fuck, I figured I deserved it, considering what happened."

"C'mon, we've known each other for years." Jack held one of Stacy's arms. "What's wrong, honey?"

"Tim split up w'me last night, after you 'n me talked. That asshole apparently thought we should split up after six and a half years." Stacy was near tears as she said this. "Plus, he admitted that he's been fucking some other girls on the side. So I figured, since he's outta the game, it's okay if I dress like a slut from now on."

With that said, Stacy collapsed into Jack's arms, sobbing. Jack hugged her tight, speaking any words of encouragement that came to mind. It didn't matter that his best friend was dressed like Jaime Pressly's Latina cousin; the idea of taking advantage of Stacy in this state was the furthest thought away.

"Stacy, I can't say that I know what Tim was thinking. I think it's crazy that he'd want to break up with you. I mean, you guys have been together for years; I thought you and him would end up getting hitched eventually." This comment had Stacy sob even more. "But believe me, no matter what, we're gonna get through this. I'm not going to leave your side."

Stacy looked up into Jack's eyes. Her eyes still watery, the pigtails made her look at least ten years younger. "You mean it?"

"Yeah, I do. You were there for me when Laura and I had that huge blow-up two years ago; acted as a mediator and all, helped us decide to mutually go our separate ways. We've known each other since fourth grade; I mean we're like family. I love you, Stacy."

A trace of a smile appeared on Stacy's face. She hugged Jack hard enough to nearly break his spine. "Thanks, Jack. I really needed to hear that."

"Hey, what are friends for? Anyway, I know this isn't how we expected to start the weekend, but we'll get through this. You eaten yet?"

"Not yet. Marti and I went grocery shopping yesterday, though."

"Look, you just relax, honey. Dinner's on me tonight."

After taking his bag into Stacy's room, Jack headed to the kitchen and found various items to fix a reasonable dinner for two. Working quickly and efficiently, he began preparing spinach salads and burgers for them.

"Do you like diced tomatoes on your salads, Stacy?"

"Yeah, but don't go overboard with 'em. You need any help?"

"It's okay, you can relax. I've got everything under control."

Jack finished everything in the kitchen, and brought out the items to the table, gaining a short burst of applause from Stacy. Dinner was light, yet filling, and as the talk progressed to their life and other less painful subjects, Stacy began to cheer up somewhat.

"This is just amazing, Jack. Where'd you learn to cook like this?"

"My dad. He was an army cook for three years. I learned how to prepare decent meals from whatever's available. Tonight, however, I lucked out."

"Well, wherever you learned, this has turned out quite well. It was really nice of you; I had just figured we'd end up having to set up parking for the delivery guys."

"Trust me; if I didn't know how to cook, Neil and I would have to maneuver around pizza boxes like crazy."

"Changing subjects, what movies did you bring?"

"Um, a couple of Doctor Whos, the first seasons of Coupling and Robot Chicken. Oh yeah, and I got the anniversary edition of Jaws."

"Awesome! I love British comedy." It was amazing, but after sobering up, Stacy was suddenly the upbeat, cheerful girl Jack had known for a long time. "Tell you what: you start it up, I'll get us some drinks."

"Okay, but no alcohol for a while, OK? Just grab some sodas."

After setting up, the friends sat back on the couch, enjoying good comedy and each other's company. Nearly two hours later, they were both lying back, giggling at the raunchy jokes like 12-year-olds.

"Y'know, Jack, this has been really great. I just can't believe how screwed up I got over the breakup."

"It's all right, Stace. I know how things can get. If he'd broken up with you in person, that would've been one thing. But breaking up over the phone? That's just so fucked up."

"Yeah, I know. Plus, the other girls weren't around, so I was on my own. That's why I got into the vodka."

"Trust me, m'love, 'cause I'm speaking from experience: drinking your problems away is a major mistake."

"I guess. Hey, you want to try out the hot tub? This time of year, with it being really cold and all, it just feels amazing."

"Might as well. Do I need to do anything to start it up?"

Stacy craned her head to look at Jack with a smile. "I'll take care of it. You just go and get changed, OK?"

"Fine."

15 minutes later, Jack was in the hot tub that had been installed in the backyard. It was a horseshoe-shaped design, allowing a small shelf-like area in the middle. The lights gave the pool an ethereal glow as Jack sunk beneath the water, the jets hitting every nerve and muscle. As he felt close to dozing off, the patio door slid open, and Stacy walked out.

Stacy was wearing a simple one-piece blue swimsuit, with a couple towels in one hand. Her hair was no longer pigtailed, but fell down past her shoulders. She also had a bottle of wine with her, and a couple of glasses.

"Glad you could join me, Stace. I was getting worried for a while." Jack remarked half-jokingly.

"Hey, a girl's gotta look her best for her man." Even though the duo had never been intimate, they still had a bit of a routine where they'd flirt shamelessly. "Besides, I thought we'd share a drink as well."

"Wonderful." It was strange, but Jack realized that he had never seen Stacy in a bikini, even though she had the body for it. Every time they'd gone swimming or to a water park, Stacy had always had a preference for one-piece swimsuits. As Stacy poured the first glass, Jack brought up this fact to her.

"Hey, it's just the way I am. Some bimbos feel the need to show off a lot of skin; I've never been one of them. Salud." They clinked glasses, and enjoyed their first sips of wine. As the hot tub jets and wine continued to work their magic on the duo, the talk began to get much more fruity.

". . . so I thought I'd be all freaked out and everything, with Deirdre letting one of her friends watch our 'session', but it was such a turn-on."

"Not a bad story, Jack, but I've got one of equal hotness. About a year ago, Liz and I got pretty wasted at a bar, and managed to stagger inside. Both of us collapsed on the couch, laughing like stoners. Before I could stop her, she was on top of me, jamming her tongue in my mouth. I was kinda surprised, but instead of breaking it off, I decided to play along and start kissing her back. It was almost like a game of chicken, but with a makeout session. I don't know if it was the booze or something else, but she had a tongue like a blender." Stacy paused to finish off the glass she was currently nursing. "You know what the worst part of Tim breaking up with me was? It was the fact that we hadn't been intimate with each other in nearly three months."

"Three months? You're saying that neither of you tried to set time aside for it or anything?"

"Yeah. We just hadn't had time lately; at least, I hadn't. He was apparently busy fucking other girls without my knowing." Traces of horniness began to creep into Stacy's voice. "You know, most of the time, Tim could be really loving and intimate in bed. But at one time, though, for our four-year anniversary, we had an all day fuck-a-thon. We just spent all day in bed, screwing like rabbits, 'til both of us were too sore, tired and dry to move. When he suggested the idea, I was shocked, but kinda turned on. Good times." By this point, Stacy had slid over to Jack's side of the hot tub, her arm around him. "Man, I could really go for a hard, meaningless fuck right about now."

It was difficult to determine who initiated it, but before either of them could react, Stacy was sitting in Jack's lap, her arms around his neck. The two best friends' tongues intertwined. Their lips mashed hotly together, mouths immediately opening to allow long, thick, saliva-coated tongues to intertwine and slide from one mouth to the other. One person's tongue would slide wetly along teeth and gums, exploring the inner reach of the other one's mouth. Then the other one would suck the other's tongue deep into their mouth, teeth scraping teeth, lips mashing against lips. Jack felt the unusually sexy sensation of Stacy's tongue whipping around his own tongue and teeth. The combination of Stacy's soft tongue and lips made the French kiss incredibly erotic. He sucked at Stacy's tongue, savoring the taste of the girl's saliva and feel of her body. Stacy kissed Jack, knowing her tongue was having its desired effect.

"Shit, I wish you weren't dating Charlie right now," Stacy finally moaned when the kiss broke loose.

"Who's Charlie?" Jack croaked. This passionate tongue-dueling kiss from his best friend had him completely shocked. Rather than fight it, he decided to try to pursue it further. Just as his lips made contact with Stacy's again, she broke away.

"W-wait a minute. I can't do this, Jack."

"What?"

"Don't get me wrong; I love you, Jack. You're the best guy friend I've ever had. If anything happened between us, it'd be something . . . sane and normal and sweet. But I'd hate myself if you thought that I was trying to use you just to get even with Tim, or anything like that. I don't want to hurt you, Jack. Or trick you into something you'll be sorry for later."

"I was worried about the same thing. When you opened the door, I was freaked that you'd want me to do something inappropriate, just because you were semi-drunk and dressed like a bimbo. I'm just scared that you'd think I was taking advantage of you in this state; a rebound sort of thing. I know you're still hurting." Jack looked directly in Stacy's eyes. "But friends don't trick each other, OK?"

The two of them hugged briefly, glad they had an understanding. Jack started things up again by lightly kissing the small of Stacy's neck. After a few moments of this, they continuing by making out like two drunken schoolgirls. After about half an hour of necking and dry-humping, Stacy gasped out, "Ready to take this further, papi?"

Just like she'd seen in a porno once, Stacy crossed her arms in front of her tits, slipped her hand under the straps of her swimsuit, and in one fluid motion, she freed her round fleshy orbs with their astonishingly hard nipples.

Jack just stared, wide-eyed. Certainly, he'd known that his best friend had a killer body, but seeing it in this state was getting to be somewhat of a sensory overload.

"You've got a hot body, Jack." Stacy began running her hands over Jack's chest and arms. "These muscles, those killer abs, I just looooove the tattoos." She ran a long, wet tongue over the skull and crossbones on Jack's bicep.

"Hey, with the money it cost, I better look good!" Jack said with a chuckle. He let his gaze run over Stacy's firm tits. "You look pretty good too, honey. You've got an amazing rack."

"Oh, you're so sweet, Jack. But I think you should judge by more than looking."

"Um, alright," Jack replied as Stacy snuggled up to him even more. He looked at Stacy's breasts as she looked down at Jack, her small, dusky areolas crinkled up with some excitement. Jack hefted the breasts in his hands and gave them a firm squeeze, running his fingers over her skin. He then ran his thumbs over Stacy's nipples, and then pushed down on them to see them bounce back easily. God do I wanna suck those tits, Jack thought to himself.

"Man, your body is better than I've ever thought. I-I mean, I've always known you've got a great body, but damn!"

"Well thanks, babe," Stacy said, letting the steam of the hot tub overwhelm her body. "It's nice to hear from a friend, you know? I think it's my turn to check you out, boy." Reaching underneath the water, she slipped out of her swimsuit, giving Jack's package a good test squeeze.

"Whatever you say, honey." Placing his hands on the sides of the tub, Jack planted himself on the edge. Hooking his thumbs into the waistband of his shorts, Jack yanked his trunks down, letting his semi-hard dick out in the open, watching his best friend's eyes widen.

Stacy took a moment to catch her breath, and then said, "I can't believe it! I mean, you look, you're bigger than Tim!"

"Are you OK?"

"Yeah. It's just . . . damn. I mean, Marti always said that white guys weren't that big, but wow! May I touch it?"

"Sure."

Stacy slid her hand around Jack's dick and slowly caressed it in her hands, feeling it stir in her palm. She took the twitching as an invitation to stroke it more, feeling it grow thicker and longer in her hands. She heard Jack moan as she ran her thumb across the tip and looked up to see him breathing heavily, his nipples hard as pebbles as he ran a hand down his chest. Too nervous to look down into her hand, she reached down with her other hand and started stroking that semi-hard dick, letting the moisture from the Jacuzzi and a little bit of dripping pre-cum lubricate her motions. As she kept stroking, she saw her guy-pal's muscular chest heaving. His head lay back, he was panting, her eyes were drawn to where his hair brushed against his shoulders. Then she realized how far her hands were going as she stroked back and forth. The dick felt hotter than the water in the Jacuzzi, almost as fat as a beer can and full of blood. It was then she looked down.

If she didn't see it in her own hands, Stacy wouldn't have believed it herself. The shaft was nearly as thick as her wrist, and was longer than one of her hands. She felt her pussy cream as she thought of what that big thing could do between her legs. Damn, he's big, she said to herself, her hands still slowly stroking that dick. I only thought that kind of cock was reserved for porn.

"Jack?" Stacy called out, trying to lure Jack out of his reverie. She then reached up to squeeze one of Jack's nipples, hoping the touch would get his attention. She squeezed the hard nipple between her thumb and forefinger.

"Oh, that feels so good, Stace! Don't stop!"

"I won't," Stacy said with some authority. Then, in an innocent schoolgirl voice, she continued, "I was just trying to get your attention. Can I suck your dick? You know, I haven't seen anything so big in real life, and I'm just kind of curious..."

"Go ahead!" Jack said, reaching up and squeezing his hand around the one Stacy had on his nipple. "Suck my big dick!"

Stacy lifted and steadied the huge shaft with her free hand, then bent own her head to take the tip into her mouth. She was shocked as she felt her lips stretch around the spongy head to an almost impossible width and let her tongue swab around it, hearing Jack moan in appreciation. Short of breath, Stacy pulled her mouth off of Jack's dick and looked up into Jack's green eyes.

"Shit, white boy, you're a big fella!" Stacy panted out.

Jack felt Stacy pull her head up as she licked her way up his dick, taking her hand with her, then plant a few soft kisses on his tip, taking a bit of pre-cum on her lips. After licking it up, she was her open her mouth as wide as she could, then took a deep breath before swallowing the huge head. He felt her suck as hard as she could, working her tongue around the huge tip and hitting every nerve as he felt the stimulation. He felt the girl's lips work up and down on his dick, the lips sliding down a couple inches on his shaft before sliding back up, Stacy's panting making him shiver. He felt his body begin to sweat, tickling his senses even more, shooting through his skin down to his dick and back up to his head. He bit his lip and pinched his nipples hard when he felt Stacy suck hard on the dick, bucking his hips up uncontrollably as he felt those soft lips twist around his shaft. He felt those yummy lips pull away, catching and tugging on his head, then a few kittenish licks in that furrow on the bottom of the head. Then he felt those lips open up, take the bottom of his tip into her mouth and suck it, licking her tongue against the sucked-up flesh.


BFF



Jenny and I went clubbing most weekends and we would start the night getting ready at my house, putting on our makeup, trying on different outfits and of course, the drink would be flowing.

There is definitely something about Jenny that is super sexy. Like me, she is 18 and has straight dark shoulder length hair, deep brown eyes and a lovely smile. She is fit too, with an incredibly tight petite 5'4" body and really perky round 34B breasts. 

I don't do too bad myself either and most boys seem to talk to my 36C breasts or make comments about my "blow job" lips, which ok, is annoying but kinda flattering at the same time.

Anyway, last weekend after hitting a couple of bars and gathering up some friends along the way, we were pretty drunk when we got to the club. The base was pounding and the whole dance floor was already heaving with hot sweaty bodies and Jenny and I jumped straight in and started dancing and gyrating on the dance floor. 

Jenny had a very short skirt on, which flicked up as she twirled and bounced around revealing her cute bum and tight white thong. I had a plunge front dress on that came to just above the knee and because I wasn't wearing a bra the material stuck to my skin and really showed off my breasts as I got hotter.

Boys flirted and approached us all night but we wasn't in the mood for them and did our usual tease routine by pretending to be lesbians. We ran our hands over each other's bodies and used each other like pole dancers. At one point Jenny grabbed my face and pushed her tongue into my mouth. We kissed deeply for a minute or two and then I slithered down her body kissing her breasts and groping her ass under her skirt. It was all good fun and was just meant to tease the boys really and judging by the wide eyes and cheers we got it obviously worked.

It was about 3am when we staggered out of the club a little worse for wear and fell into a taxi to take us home. We got back to my place with the music still ringing in our ears and I made some coffee and we collapsed on my double bed where we would both be sleeping.

Laughing, Jenny said she was too drunk to move and I helped tug her tiny top up over her head, then she fell on top of me and I fumbled at her bra strap. As I pulled her skirt off, her panties came too and I couldn't help look at her nakedness stretched out on my bed. The way her breasts moved up and down as she breathed, her tight stomach and her extremely clean shaven pussy were all really lovely to see up close.

I had to stand to get undressed so I unzipped my dress and let it fall to the floor and stood in front of her swaying and wearing nothing but a tiny G string and my black knee length boots. Jenny held each calf in turn and helped me out of my boots, which is what made me fall on her and bang my head on the headboard. Laughing like crazy she held me tight, stroked my hair and kissed my poorly forehead saying "there-there" in such a cute way. I managed to take off my boot and wriggled out of my G string. We lay there naked sipping our coffee, giggling and talked about the night, gossiping about the people we saw and wondered if those boys really thought we were lesbians or had just enjoyed the show.

As we lay naked on the bed, our bodies entwined, I told her that if I were a lesbian I would definitely want to fuck her. She laughed out loud and sat up and said she envied the boys who got to play with my big boobs. As she said it, she cupped my breasts and watched her hands softly massaging my firm flesh and I felt a strange tingle run up and down my spine.

I joked, stop it, you know I can't resist my tits being played with as I gently held her face and looked into her eyes and subtly pulled her head down to my chest. Jenny instantly responded and ran her tongue around my nipple. Her soft lips kissed my breast down in to my cleavage and up to my other nipple. She took each nipple in turn between her lips and sucked them gently until they were fully erect.

I wasn't quite sure if she was just playing or had something more serious in mind but as my giggling turned to a sigh I lifted my knee between her legs and felt her start to rub her pussy against my soft thigh.

Jenny looked up into my eyes with her lips around my hard nipple and a big smile came across her face. Giggling but moaning under my breath I said you see, I told you I can't resist someone playing with my tits. She laughed and had a very naughty look in her eyes, then kissed my breasts and started to move down my body, kissing and licking my stomach and sides as she went down. Her hands stroked my sides and up and down my thighs. Can you resist someone playing with your pussy? As she said that her finger tips brushed my pussy lips and I bit my lower lip and let out a muffled moan of pleasure and anticipation.

I half heartedly resisted through my moans of pleasure and whispered that it felt weird but she continued down and kissed my shaven mound and the tops of my thighs. I wriggled to get free but have to admit that I was enjoying the soft touch of her lips and finger tips on my body.

Jenny kissed my pussy lips and looked up into my eyes. Her tongue darted across my clit and then lapped heavily along my slit parting my lips and making me squirm with pleasure. She caught the first trickle of my juices on her finger, showed it to me and smiled, then, without saying a word, she licked her finger and closed her eyes tightly as if to show me how much she wanted me.

I knew neither of us had been with a girl before but Jenny licked and teased me tenderly and with such sensuality my head screamed more, more, more. Her hands stroked my thighs, moved up and down my body and gripped my ass every now and then. Her tongue lapped deep inside my pussy before stopping to lick and suck my clit. Hmmm my god this was so nice and I felt so wet and tingly.

She seemed to instinctively know what turned me on, how fast or slow to lick me, how much pressure my clit could take, when to stroke my thighs softly and grope my breasts and ass hard.

Before I knew it, my pussy was soaking wet, my breath short and sharp, my clit was on fire! I stroked her hair and raised my hips to her mouth lifting my ass off of the bed so she could eat me deeper. 

Moments later my pussy started to spasm and she licked me harder and faster. I arched my back and moaned out loud as she gripped my thighs and held them open as they shuddered and shook. My juices flowed heavy and Jenny drank them down, swallowing hard as she covered my whole pussy with her mouth. 

I think she was impressed with herself to make me cum so easily and as I calmed down we giggled and sighed and lay there in each other's arms for a few minutes, neither of us speaking, just breathing deeply and sighing and gently stroking each other. I think I broke the silence by saying something corny like "was that good for you?" Hmmm hell yeah was the response.

With that, I had to return the favour and got up on my knees next to her and started to gently stroke her body. Jenny smiled up at me as I traced the contours of her breasts with my fingers, then up and down across her stomach tickling her. I leant down and kissed her nipples, ran my tongue around them and sucked them into my mouth. She arched her back and moaned letting me know she approved. I kissed my way down across her smooth stomach and smelt the musky warmth of her pussy. I paused for a moment at her soft shaven mound, looked up into her eyes and licked it. I licked the crease at the top of her leg and kissed my way down her inner thigh, getting ever closer to that delicious warm pink pussy.

For the first time in my life I ran my tongue over a pussy and felt how soft and smooth it was. I liked it! I nudged her clit with the tip of my tongue, took it between my lips and sucked it, which made her moan loudly and her hips wriggle under me. I let my tongue dart into her soft warm hole and taste her juices for the first time. I pulled her lips apart with my fingers and licked deeply, which made her moan even louder.

Sucking her clit and looking up into her eyes I slipped my middle finger inside her hot little pussy to beckon her G spot, then licked my finger clean and smiled a cheeky smile at her. I slipped my middle finger back inside and finger fucked her for a couple of minutes building up the speed and pressure before slipping a second finger inside. Jenny lifted her hips off the bed so I could lick her deeper, building a rhythm up and down her soaking wet slit with my hard tongue. My fingers working quicker I pulled out and let them tickle her ass which made her giggle and squirm.

Licking, sucking, fingering her lovely tight warm pussy was an ecstasy I'd not known before and I wanted her to cum hard. I tickled her ass with my wet finger as I kissed my way up and down her silky inner thighs. Thrust two fingers back inside her open wet pussy as she spread her legs wider and moaned loudly. Then I licked and kissed her pussy lips as my fingers slid in and out and beckoned her G spot.

I felt her legs twitch and her breathing change. She grabbed my hair and thrust her hips up, grinding her pussy against my mouth and virtually screamed that she was going to cum.

I was so excited and thrilled I licked and fingered her faster, thrusting my two fingers deeper and harder into her tight wet hole.

Suddenly, she let out a long deep sigh and I could taste her juices flowing faster over my tongue as she started to cum.

Oohh wow I couldn't believe how good it felt to have her cum for me like that. I'd tasted my own pussy on my fingers or on my boyfriends cock, but this was totally different. Her warm juices seemed to flow forever as I clamped my mouth over her pussy and darted my tongue in and out, sucking and swallowing deeply.

I carried on licking her sweet pussy as she calmed down and then we cuddled and held each other. We looked at each other as the sun was beginning to rise outside and laughed, both realising how much fun we had been missing out on just pretending to be lesbians.



BFF’s BF: Black Bareback



This is the second story in the "BFF's BF" series. I mention two other characters in this post – Tom (my husband) and Carl (my lover). If you are interested in Carl, you should scan the "Husband's Co-Worker" series. You do not need to read the others stories to enjoy this one, but they may provide some context. 

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Hey kid, can you get free Wednesday night?"

I loved when he called me kid! "Maybe, it kind of depends. What are you thinking?"

"What am I thinking? I'm thinking of bending you over a couch and fucking you until you beg me to stop. And when you do, I won't. Now can you get that sweet ass to the bar Wednesday night?"

"You know I can't be seen, right?"

"Yep. You won't be seen. Not you. Now say yes, and tell me you'll bring your 'bad girl' clothes and attitude with you."

"Yes. Yes, absolutely."

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Well, my week just got more interesting! It did not, thankfully, get more challenging. I wouldn't need an excuse to be out of the house. And I wouldn't be expecting any visitors here! In fact, beginning in May and ending in August, Wednesday nights are perfect for me. My husband (Tom) and my lover (Carl) play softball together those nights. I was worried about this at first, for obvious reasons, but Carl is careful and I have grown comfortable with the complexities of our relationships.

Larry, because I caught him (see my posting 'Entrapment'), has become at least as careful as Carl. I don't get the chance to visit Larry that often, as my time is often spoken for and Larry's time is usually spent with Jessica. When we have had time for each other, it has typically been on Wednesdays and at the hotel where he works.

This arrangement works well. There are many entrances, so I can usually find my way into the hotel without being seen. Larry seems to have his pick of rooms, so we aren't limited by space. It can be difficult to time things properly, but as long as he isn't working alone, he can normally sneak away from the bar long enough to give me the room card.

I enjoy having the room to myself at the beginning and end of our dates. This allows me to visually transform myself from my real life to my fantasy life persona, and then later, to shower and slip comfortably back into reality. 

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My pre-love attire this week was designed to attract as little attention as possible, or rather, to direct as little attention to my identity as possible. Dressing out of character, I wore a long green tie-dye hippy dress with earthy high-heeled sandals. I covered my shoulders with a white-cropped sweater jacket and pulled my hair back tightly under a matching white floppy hat. I wore no make-up and hid my eyes behind an oversized pair of white-rimmed sunglasses. I carried what I needed in an oversized white dome bag. I looked like someone, I am sure, but I did not look like myself!

Larry met me at the entrance. The politeness he displayed during our first meeting has faded into playfulness, and sometimes that playfulness is coarse.

"Well, just *who* the fuck are you?"

"Just give me the key card, hun. You know I need to be careful."

"Take it. I left you a note - read it before you do anything stupid, ok?"

I agreed, took the card, found the room number, and - leaving Larry behind - made my way into the hotel. There are 14 floors here, so I have become familiar with the elevators. But this time my trip would take me past them, not into them.

I found, and then quickly entered, the first floor room. A large bathroom was immediately off to the left, and a short corridor led me past the bedroom into a sitting area. The room was beautiful, albeit dark due to the curtains being drawn. Larry's note was on the table in the sitting area.

"Hey kid. I can't wait for tonight! You're in a special room. The curtain hides patio doors that lead into the pool area. The doors also lead to the bar. If you open the curtain you can see me at work. If the lights are on I will be able to see you. But IF you leave the lights off, then you can see out and no one can see in. Turn off the lights, open the curtain, and call me."

This was interesting! I peeked through the curtains and I could see the bar, and the pool, and a fair number of people enjoying a Wednesday evening. Larry was working the bar with another bartender and the two of the seemed to be chatting while filling orders. I turned out the lights, called Larry, and watched him answer his phone. 

"Hey hun!"

"Hey Kid. Like the room?"

"Totally! I'm going to open the curtains. Hold on."

"Alright."

"Well - can you see me?!"

"Very funny. You know I can't. I can't talk now - look at the end of the bar. I'll be visiting a few times. Be ready."

And with that he hung up, poured a glass of white wine, and brought it to the end of the bar. And that's when it clicked. Larry just poured a glass of wine for *Jessica*. I didn't expect to see Larry's girlfriend, and my good friend tonight. In fact, I hadn't thought about Jessica at all. 

But Larry must have, and I think I understood his plan now.

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All naughty plans require naughty girls, and I certainly felt up to that challenge. I quickly removed my clothes, applied make-up, and slipped into outfit number one. If I had known that Larry wanted to be a real asshole tonight, I would have brought some leather. Still, I knew the outfits I had selected would please him. 

I like the way I look in my black deep sleeve teddy. The plunging neckline is overkill, as the mesh already allows my nipples to be visible. Larry, I think, might have a hard time deciding where to look. My guess is that he will scan the teddy, stare briefly at my 4" heels, ponder my black dog collar neckband, and appreciate my jet black eye shadow.

In the end, he will forget about the colors black, white, and yellow, and focus exclusively on red - on the fire engine red gloss lipstick, applied solely for him, for his pleasure, for his aim. 

I find preparing for a lover to be very erotic, and by the time I had finished I could almost wait no longer. I turned out the lights, opened the curtains fully, sat on the edge of the couch, and watched the bar. Larry's movements were, as always, graceful. I watched him laugh with his co-worker, share banter with a customer, and flirt with Jessica. 

While taking this in with my eyes, I explored my own body with my hands. By the time Larry excused himself from the bar, and was no doubt running to this room, I had already had my first orgasm.

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The door burst open, and was shut as quickly. 

"Hey kid, we gotta hurry ..."

He stopped. In the shadows, I watched as he took me in. I'll confess to feeling proud when a small gasp escaped his lips.

"Damn. Girl. Damn."

I smiled at his inability to articulate his thoughts.

"Jessica looks nice tonight. Is she why I'm here?"

"Fuck if I know. I forget everything."

"Come on over here, I'll help you remember."

Larry complied. Standing in front of me, while I sat on the edge of the couch, Larry was perfectly positioned. I unfastened his belt, unbuttoned his pants, pulled down his zipper, and pulled his hardening penis from his pants.

"Can you see Jess, Larry?"

"Ya, ya, I can."

"Tell me something I don't know about her."

As he began to talk, I pulled the head of his penis into my mouth. I loved its color - dark black - and I loved its shape. The head is almost too big for my mouth, and the shaft, which at its thickest is bigger than my wrist, tapers toward both the tip and the base. This shape made his 8-9" penis seem even larger than it already was.

"Alright. I get it. She likes you."

"I like her too." I managed to say while running my tongue from his testes to his tip.

"Yeah, Jess likes you. Says that you are trustworthy, and wise."

"I am, you know?" These words had extra meaning for us, and their seriousness was confirmed with eye contact. Contact that I held as Larry pushed his head into my mouth.

"Says you got the best marriage ever."

"Works for me!"

"Maybe I should tell her you got the best mouth ever."

I understood this as encouragement, and continued to stoke his now rock hard penis and suck as much of him into my mouth as I could.

"You should teach her how to suck cock."

I just grunted my understanding as Larry's pace quickened. From experience I knew that it was time for two hands. When Larry gets close he loses all depth perception. The second hand, though it might feel good to him, is for my protection.

I pulled away momentarily and asked, "Do you wish she was white?"

I knew this would get to him, but I wasn't sure how. His behavioral response was swift. With both hands he held my head, and pushed harder, and faster, and deeper into my mouth. It was difficult to breath, but Larry never slowed.

Finally, mercifully, and with a grunt, he came. A pulse hit the back of my throat, then another, and another. Larry never loosened his grip on my head, and did not pull his penis from the back of my throat.

"I don't care what color she is, but I wished she swallowed."

And with that he released me, looked down, made eye contact, and told me he would be back in less than an hour.

In the darkness, I watched as Larry returned to the bar. The first thing he did was to go and kiss Jessica. It dawned on me that that was another difference tonight - Larry hasn't kissed me yet.

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The best part of the night would be coming soon, and I needed to get ready. I had time for a quick shower, which I enjoyed, and time to prepare. The second outfit of the evening, this time in red, was a spider net crotchless teddy.

I was hoping that I would need two outfits, and Larry is pretty predictable that way. I've known him long enough to know that he feels more dominant when he receives oral sex, and that that dominance plays out later with fantastic lovemaking. Giving him multiple outfits satisfies his need for visual diversity, just like my body satisfies his need for sexual diversity.

Once again with the lights out, I stole a glance toward the bar. The situation had changed. Larry was still chatting to Jess - who looked lovely - but the bar was a bit busier. My expectation for the evening was that Larry and I would share some time together and then I'd get home early, greet my husband after his softball game, and maybe watch some TV.

It looked like this plan was falling apart, and not just because the bar was busier. The problem is that Carl and Tom are sitting at the bar. The problem is that the game got over early or was cancelled. Now, I could leave immediately and get home before Tom. I might be a minute or two early, or I could be an hour early. It would depend on how long Tom stayed at the bar. Decisions, decisions!

I would leave it to Larry! If he could come soon, and be quick when he got here, then I should still have time. I called him.

"Baby. I can't wait any longer. I've been touching myself since you left. If you can't come right now I'm going to die."

"Can't get enough of me, can ya? All right, I'll take care of you. But it will have to be fast."

Bingo! Larry is very sweet and wonderfully predictable. I watched him say something to his co-worker, drop off a few beers to some customers, give Jess a little kiss, and then go out back. My job, now, was to be ready.

I stood, facing the window and leaning over the couch, spread my legs, and began to masturbate. I watched Tom, Carl, and Jess. I imagined Larry. The situation had already excited me, and now my behavior took me further. The door opened and closed.

"Tell me you need it."

"I need it, baby. More than ever."

"I know. I own you, you know that."

"I need you."

When Larry got close, I kissed him. I kissed him deeply, and continued to kiss him until his own kiss matched my passion. As we kissed, I pulled his belt from him, and he tore my teddy from my breasts. With his mouth on mine, his hands were abusive to my chest. My hands pulled him, already hard, from his pants.

"Now, baby, please."

With my butt on the back of the couch, and my arms now over his shoulders, he pulled my legs around his hips.

"Oh, ya, I can feel you. You are so wet for me. Beg me, and I'll give it to you."

"Please baby, now. I need you now."

And with that Larry pushed his large head into me, then smiled the smile of ownership, as he pressed further in. He took me only to the peak of his girth, and then pulled back out. Larry new this would kill me, as his shape makes deep lovemaking irresistible.

"Kiss me, baby, I need to be kissed."

Larry gave in to my pleading and kissed me while he began pushing progressively further into my body.

"Oh, fuck!"

My outburst surprised me more than Larry, he is used to hearing me scream. From my perspective, tragically, few men can make me scream. Larry took my outburst as a command and began fucking me hard. Larry, stretching me going in and coming out, quickly brought me to orgasm. And then another.

Pulling from me, Larry said: "Alright girl, you know how I want it."

And I did. I quickly turned from him, faced the window, bent over the couch, reached between my legs, and directed him back home. Larry wasted no time, and through this pleasure, I watched the bar.

Carl had noticed Jessica and was talking to her. I was a bit jealous, which made me push back even harder on Larry's cock.

"Check out that guy, Larry. He is flirting with Jessica. Do you think she'll fuck him?"

"Fuck no!" And with that his thrusts became punishing. His fingers, always strong, now clenched deeply into my hips. "She's addicted to my cock. Bitch'll never leave me."

His aggressive fucking pushed me over the edge, and I exploded into orgasm. I must have pissed Larry off a bit, because he met my orgasm with a hard slap to my ass. And then another.

"I ain't done yet, and I ain't stopping." With that Larry grabbed a hold of my hair and pulled my head back. 

His power was intoxicating, I wanted to antagonize him further. I wanted to tell him that I knew Jess, that she might fuck around, maybe even that I heard rumors about Carl, that he was bigger than Larry. But the only sounds that escaped my lips were moans and grunts, and, when I was very, very lucky, a few whimpers.

Barely audible, a few words escaped Larry's lips. "Yeah, take it. Fuck, yeah. Here it comes, here it comes. Take this bitch." I wasn't supposed to hear, but his words motivated me. I pushed back onto him when his thrusts, held deep inside, became shorter and faster. When his body collapsed forward, pushing me further down across the back of the couch, I pushed back. With every movement, I pushed back. When Larry came, I accepted him as deeply as our bodies could reach.

"Fuck, that was good."

I loved it when Larry whispered in my ear, and these words were most welcome.

When Larry pulled out of me, I stood and faced him. "Thank you, baby!"

With that I fell to my knees, took his softening penis into my mouth, and cleaned the traces of our lovemaking. 

"We could do this more often, you know? Your body was made for my cock. It's the truth, you know? And I know about you. I guess only I know the truth. Maybe I discovered the truth, maybe I showed you."

"What?"

"Come on baby, you're my slut, right? And I taught you that you are a size queen. You ain't good or bad, you're just a whore for my big black cock. I taught you that."

"Don't tell ..."

"Don't worry. I like fucking your fine married white pussy. Admit it, you like it big, you like it black, and you like it attached to my body."

I admitted it freely, even though he didn't teach me, he didn't have the biggest, and his body wasn't the best. Men need to feel dominant, they need to feel special, and they need to feel irreplaceable. 

My gift is my ability to convince them of that when it isn't true.



BFF



"Stop, cutie!"

"W-what?" Stacy said, looking up as she pulled away.

"That's enough for now. But first, I want to get that hot pussy ready for my cock. Wouldn't you like to feel how big this is?"

"Well, I am curious, but I dunno..."

"Oh c'mon. You're so hot; with a nice body to boot."

"Why, thank you!" Stacy smiled back, looking back down at that hard, glistening dick. "That is a big thing you got there, but I don't know."

"Look," Jack said, sliding over back into the water. "Just get up here and let me eat your pussy in appreciation. Just to say thanks, you know? If you don't wanna go further, we can stop here."

"OK, I guess it's your turn." Stacy said as she got up breathing heavily on shaky legs, then got up on the Jacuzzi's edge, laid down, spread her legs and let her feet hang in the water, leaving her hairy pussy open.

As Jack kneeled in the water and turned to look at Stacy, he cracked, "Nice to know you're a natural brunette!"

Stacy shot back by running a hand through Jack's hair, saying, "Well, I know you are too." She leaned back, giggling away.

"Fair enough. Now just let me get at that sweet pussy."

Jack started by kissing and flicking his tongue at one of Stacy's bent knees, taking in the taste of the woman's sweat. Then, realizing that he didn't have that much time, he stuck his tongue out and licked all the way down Stacy's inner thigh, stopping just short of her pubic hair to suck on her skin, licking the warm flesh in her mouth.

"You taste pretty nice there, Stace."

"Well, there's more where that came from, boy! Lick it goooood!"

Jack stuck his tongue out and snaked it through Stacy's black forest, parting the hair on her labia to lick the skin beneath. He licked all around Stacy's labia and he held onto her hips, holding them down for him to better attack that wet pussy. He kissed the labia, spreading her lips with each kiss and licking on the inside of her lips, before sucking on her lips, scraping out all the moisture he could from her pussy. He licked back the hair from Stacy's sweet lips and sucked firmly on each of her labia, then the other. Looking up from the sweet cunt before going back to eating her pussy out, he couldn't see Stacy's face because her back was arched, her chest heaving in exhilaration. He blew a line from her asshole to her clit, and then licked all around her clit, taking great care to avoid the tip of it as he licked.

Jack heard Stacy's moans ring in his ears as he kept licking circles around her clit. Then he finally decided to go in for the kill, planting a firm kiss on the tip of her clit, and then blowing on it. He pulled his head away for a moment to catch his breath, and resumed diving in again, holding Stacy's hips firmly as she arched her back and writhed through her cum, her pussy dripping down onto the bench. As Stacy started to come down from her orgasm, Jack slid his body up over Stacy's; his hard nipples making Stacy shake from the contact with her hot, sweat-covered skin.

When Stacy recovered, she managed to get out, "Wow! That was incredible! Charlie is one lucky girl!" Stacy's face and hair were now dripping with sweat, her face flushed, her pupils dilated and her lungs panting.

"It's not over yet," Jack replied. "In fact, this was just a warm-up."

"Y-y-y-you got to b-be kidding...m-me," Stacy half-gasped

Jack gave one of Stacy's nipples a light suck, then looked up into her flush face and asked, "Do you wanna try my big dick now?"

"Mmm . . . Yeah, lemme give that big boy a shot! I think I could handle that!"

"Don't worry. I won't be long." He stroked his hard-on for a second, then lowered himself back over Stacy, his dick lined up with Stacy's soaked pussy. 

"Are you ready?"

"Oh yeah," Stacy breathed out. "Fuck me till I'm cross-eyed."

"Just hold onto my ass, and enjoy the ride, babe. Just stop me if I hurt you."

Jack guided his hard dick into Stacy's wet, willing pussy, lodging it halfway inside before he was urged to stop. He then placed Stacy's hands on his muscular ass, braced himself on the Dominican woman's shoulder and started to pump his shaft in and out. As the screams filled his ear, Jack got hotter with each pump, with his hot and muscular body rubbing against Stacy's, and his dick enjoying the feeling. He felt that tight quim milk his hard dick with each pump, pulling him closer and closer to his own cum. His athletic body pumped his shaft as deep as if could into Stacy as it engulfed the darker-skinned, smaller body beneath it, feeling every sensation in the Jacuzzi as he kept fucking and tongue-kissing Stacy, letting her taste the remaining traces of her cunt-juice.

Suddenly, he felt himself getting closer to cumming and let himself fall over the peak, breathing heavier and heavier before the two of them began moaning in each others' mouths. Reacting quickly, he popped out of Stacy's cunt and fired a blast of cum towards her mouth. She moved quickly too, sliding under him and wrapping her mouth around his shaft. As he pumped out his orgasm, he saw Stacy cum too, milking more and more of his cum with her hands and stretching out her own orgasm. He held his dick motionless as he finished cumming, blasting most in her mouth, with traces of cum on her cheeks, then gave her a hug and a kiss on the cheek when their eyes made contact. Smiling down on her, he turned around to sit back in the Jacuzzi, his legs still shaky. Before he could do this, however, Stacy grabbed him and planted a big kiss on his rump.

"Hey woman! What was that for?" Jack said jokingly. 

"Well, Jack, it looks like you've managed to get a cute butt as well as that great dick. That was definitely awesome." Stacy slid back into the water, an expression of contentment on her cum-splattered face.

"Well, come over here." Sliding closer to Stacy, Jack began kissing her and feeling her up. Stacy reacted in the same way, each of their tongues dueling with the other, each of them keeping the other on the verge of orgasm, but not quite.

After half an hour of heavy petting and stroking, Stacy finally managed to moan out, "Let's head to the bedroom, honey."

Stacy got up from her friend's lap and took his hand in her own. They intertwined fingers. However, when Jack stood up from the water, he drew the Dominican girl in closer to him. Their naked bodies touched roughly, nipple to hard nipple. They gazed hotly at each other. Stacy began to form a question when suddenly Jack reached down and, with his arm under her legs, lifted the brunette in his arms. Stacy's breath was taken away by the sudden demonstration of strength from her friend. Jack lifted Stacy in his arms and drew her against his body with very little challenge at all. Stacy placed her hands on Jack's taught biceps and held them, feeling the muscles bulging. She dug her nails into her friend's arms and drew her face in to meet the blonde's. They clinched tightly and indulged in a deep, wet, passionate kiss. Jack's senses burned with the sudden erotic power that Stacy held over him. He reveled in giving himself to this strong, sexy girl and carried her into her bedroom, all the while sucking on each other's tongues. Jack brought Stacy to her bed and gently placed her down. Stacy lay there with her hair disheveled, her naked body dripping with sweat and water. A picture of wanton lust.

"Shit, that was amazing, Jack. But now it's my turn. Lay back, baby." Stacy stood up and let Jack lie back on the bed. She couldn't resist licking the precum off the head of his dick, which was now standing fully erect again.

"Ooooooh," Jack groaned huskily, as Stacy's warm tongue circled his cock's tip. It sent chills through his entire body.

Stacy put herself into mounting position, with the tip of Jack's dick right below her pussy lips. She teased him by rubbing her pussy slit across the head of his cock. "Aaaaaaaahh!!!" Jack moaned. He noticed that her cunt had soaked the tip of his shaft. Neither one of them could take this much longer.

So, Stacy plunged down on Jack's cock, pushing it as far into her as she could. Her cunt was so tight that she had to do it a few times to take him all into her. Stacy squealed in pain and pleasure as she began to ride Jack. Sweat was running down their bodies again.

"OOOOOOH FUCK!!!" Jack cried out. Stacy's pussy was the tightest, wettest and warmest that he'd ever felt. "OH MY GOD! . . . You feel sooo good inside, Stacy!" Jack exclaimed.

Stacy was now bouncing up and down on Jack's dick, riding him hard and fast. She too, was moaning with pleasure, while Jack egged her on.

"Fuck me baby! Ooooooh yeeeees!!! Ride me with that pretty, dark pussy of yours!"

Stacy's tits were jiggling in Jack's face and one of her nipples accidentally grazed his lips. He reached up to squeeze her breast roughly and ran his tongue around her the tip of her nipple several times. Afterwards, Jack stuffed as much of Stacy's pretty tit into his mouth as he could.

"Mmmmm. . . I . . . I . . . you're about to make me cum again, Jack!" Stacy gasped out in her sweet voice.

She was milking Jack's dick for all it was worth, bucking on it like she was riding a mechanical bull. Then, Stacy came...HARD. Jack felt her pussy contract with several spasms. She was moaning his name as she continued impale herself on his white cock. Her cum ran down his shaft and soaked his already moist pubic hair.

It was then Jack's turn as he felt his balls tighten and he exploded inside her, spurting stream after stream of white, creamy cum into Stacy's warm, tight, dark pussy.

"AAAaaahh...OOOOOHHH...UUUHH.... OOOOHH STACEEE!!!!!" Jack wailed.

Right after the duo finished cumming, they grayed out for a bit, their lust satiated. Stacy lightly running her tongue over the tattoo on his upper chest, moaning happily, woke Jack up a few minutes later.

"That was a fun fuck, huh?" Stacy said as she lay on Jack's front, her pussy still impaled on Jack's semi-hard dick.

"Yeah. That was cool. Pure, unbridled lust," Jack replied, planting a kiss on Stacy's cheek before hugging her in his strong arms.

"Whew, now THAT was a workout! That took a lot out of me."

"I never knew you had it in you to do it like that. That was...wow," Jack said in disbelief of what just happened.

"I did. You just brought it out of me. I never dreamed my best friend and I would fuck like drunken newlyweds."

"Me neither." Jack planted a quick kiss on Stacy's lips. "Now let's just get some rest."

"Mmm . . . sleeping with my best friend's dick inside of me. That's the move, baby!" Stacy giggled. "Good night!"

"Good night." The duo fell asleep like they hadn't in months, cuddling and sighing happily.

Friday, 11:24 am

Jack's eyes slowly opened, adjusting to the light. At first, he was partially disoriented, looking at the decorations on the wall and not recognizing anything. That's when his eyes popped open, remembering everything. Glancing to his right, he saw Stacy, still fast asleep. Even in the morning, after a night filled with sweat, passion and raw, animal sex - even with cum, sweat and saliva residue dried on her body and face - Jack looked at the Dominican girl with love and confusion in his heart.

Take it easy, kid. You slept with your best friend, cheated on your girlfriend. Just stay calm. Jack's mind was reeling. Certainly, it was true that he'd slept in the same bed as Stacy on a few occasions, without anything happening. Plus, he had seen this sort of scenario in many sitcoms, but as for what to say about it, his mind was a blank.

All right, wait for Stacy to wake up, then try to figure it out from there. You can deal with this, Jack.

Just then, Stacy began to stir. Rolling over, she looked at her best friend with a slight smile and a one-armed hug. "Morning, Jack."

The two of them slowly adjusted themselves into a sitting position. Even half-asleep with her hair a-tangle, she was still cute.

"Oh, hey, honey. I know it's sort of sudden, but I need to talk."

"About last night, right?"

"Uh, yeah. Are things gonna be different from now on?"

"I'm not sure what you mean." Stacy cradled her best friend's chin in one of her hands. "Just because we slept together doesn't mean things have changed. What happened between us was a beautiful, amazing mistake. I really do love you, Jack. But like I said last night, I didn't want to do anything that would hurt you." Stacy leaned over to plant a light kiss on Jack's lips. "Besides, I really made your dick do flip-flops last night, right?"

"Heh. Well, yeah, you did. It's just that I never considered having something like this happen. I mean, I've always been happy being friends. Plus, you KNOW I'm with Charlie right now. I love you too, Stace, but I don't want that to screw things up between us."

"I know. But it's just sex. You just need to know, Jack, that you don't need to apologize for enjoying it." Sliding over, Stacy sat on Jack's stomach, planting a much more passionate kiss on her guy pal. "Besides, if I'm gonna be fuckbuddies with someone, I'm glad it's you."

"Gee, thanks, Stace. Well, if you feel that way . . ." Jack gave up and responded in kind, the two of them tangling their hands in each others' hair. Each of them sucked on their friend's tongue as though they expected it to ejaculate in their mouths. The duo moaned simultaneously, French-kissing like they had been lovers for years.

To get their mouths as close as possible, they bent their faces slightly and moved back and forth in kissing passion. Cheeks hollowed out as tongues were sucked in and wrestled, running against teeth, gums, and upper palates. Jack had moved his hands down to massage and squeeze Stacy's tight ass cheeks. Stacy had moved her arms up around Jack's neck and plunged her hands into Jack's hair. They were two lovers locked in the hottest passion imaginable. Nothing existed in the world now but these two friends lustfully swapping mouth fluid and grinding together in the bed.

Suddenly, Stacy broke the kiss. She drew her face back a short distance from Jack's as they looked with smoldering eyes into each other's faces. While the distance between their mouths was short, thick strings of spittle bridged between their lips. So much dense saliva remained bridging between their mouths, that they could look slightly down at it and then hotly into each other's eyes. Their eyes were moist with the passion. They could smell each other's breath, feel the erotic intimacy of the moment.

"Mmm, you're such a good kisser, Jack."

"Well, Gwen was a good teacher."

"What?!" Upon mention of Jack's twin sister, Stacy immediately sat up.

Jack's lips pulled back in a smirk. "Just kidding, honey."

"Oh, okay then." Stacy leaned forward again to start things over.

Jack didn't try to pull away this time, or keep Stacy from stopping. Unlike last night, this makeout session seemed to be more romantic. Every time Stacy broke free to breathe, she gave Jack a second, lighter kiss on his lips, before lunging in again. The best friends ran their hands over each others' bodies, keeping each other turned on.

After nearly two hours of kissing and heavy petting, Stacy finally broke it off. A strand of saliva remained connected between their mouths, so she broke it off, slurping it away.

"Hey, honey, I just realized, we haven't eaten anything since last night. You must be starving, right?"

"Well, maybe a little."

Moving amazingly fast, Stacy suddenly positioned herself so she was straddling Jack's face. She ran a hand through Jack's blond mane. "Go ahead, it's hot and juicy, plus seconds are on the house."

Deciding to follow Stacy's orders, Jack pressed his face between her smooth thighs and gave her wet pussy slit one long, slow lick. Then, he pulled his tongue away.

"Ooooooh...Jackie...pleeeeeease lick my pussy again..." Stacy practically pleaded.

Jack giggled. "Mmmm...please? I plan on eating your pussy until you cum harder than you ever have before. I just wanted to hear you beg for it this one time..." Then, he stuck his tongue as far into Stacy's pussy as he could, and wiggled it around.

"MMMMM.... Oh baby! That's iiiiitt!" She was writhing on top of Jack with her back arched and her head back in ecstasy. She ran her fingers through Jack's blond locks, pushing his head forward and burying his face in her cunt.

Jack was slurping away greedily at her pussy. She still tasted amazing. He held her legs apart and began to flick his tongue across her swollen clit several times. "Oh YES! JAAAAAACCCKKK!!!!" Stacy moaned loudly as she came quickly. Jack gripped both of her thighs to keep her from thrashing around too much. Based on her moaning, the orgasm lasted a good, long time. Rolling off of her best friend, Stacy lay next to Jack, panting like a marathon runner. "My oh my, Jack, that tongue of yours is heavenly."

"I know."

"I'm feeling kinda...dirty," she said seductively. "I think I'll take a shower."

"Mmmm," Jack sighed. "Can I join you?"

"I thought you'd never ask," Stacy replied with a sly, sexy grin.

The friends staggered like drunks into the bathroom, sore all over, their hands squeezing the other's ass cheeks the whole time.

They each washed their partner's hair, making sure they felt each other up again. The water seemed to hit every nerve in their bodies as their hands encircled one another. After giving Jack's butt another quick squeeze, Stacy wrapped her arms around her friend's neck, pulling him down for another kiss, this one devoid of tongue. Jack cradled her chin in his hands, responding in kind.

"Shit, this feels sooooo good, Jack." Stacy moaned huskily. "Tim and I used to do this aaaaaall the time."

"Yeah, it's so hot, showering with your lover." His dick began to flinch slightly, then it hardened quite a bit, almost to full capacity. He laughed, incredulously. At that point, Jack Harmon knew that sex with a white woman would never be the same for him.

Stacy saw Jack's cock pipe up.

"Mmmmm, it's about time, boy," she said, rubbing her nipples.

Jack fucked Stacy again in the shower, this time pumping her cunt from behind. He loved the contrast of their skin tones, as he watched his pale, swollen cock pounding her dark pussy. It felt so good the way his nuts slapped against her ass. He grunted and moaned with lust. Jack ran his tongue along the side of her neck until he reached her ear, then whispered in it about how beautiful she was. She climaxed soon after that, then so did Jack.

The water ran down Stacy's body, and she turned around to let a spurt squirt up her ass and wash away his sperm. For some reason, this turned Jack on completely again.

He got behind her, bent her all the way over, and fucked her furiously; like an wild beast. Stacy couldn't object. His cock was already in her. Besides, it felt soooo good.

Jack moaned once more. It was as if his appetite for his best friend couldn't be satiated.

Friday, 5:35 pm

The friends had spent the better part of the day fooling around with each other, enjoying the feel of each others' bodies and tongues in every room of the house. They hadn't screwed each other since the shower, but they kept each other turned on.

It occurred to Jack that they hadn't eaten anything all day except for the strawberry syrup that he licked off of each other's bodies. He was willing to bet that she was starving too, and not just for sex. He hoped they could beat the crowd at Chili's.

Friday, 6:50 pm

Jack Harmon drove his car into the Chili's parking lot and found a perfect space. His passenger was beautiful, intelligent, charming and more importantly, hotter than the Mojave.

As they were about to exit the car, Stacy Espinoza leaned over and kissed Jack with her luscious lips. It was deep, passionate, aggressive, and erotic. It was the type of kiss that made him want more than he could have at that particular moment. Jack had kissed her like that several times in her bedroom because he knew that they could finish whatever they started. But now, he was excited, stunned and . . . stiff as a board. Did this mean that Stacy wanted him to "give it to her" right there in the parking lot?




BFF



At that point Stacy got out of the car and walked towards the restaurant. Apparently not, Jack thought. He was glad he was wearing his duster. Jack hopped out and ran to catch up.

Inside the hostess stood taking down names.

"Your last name, sir?" she requested.

"Ahh..." Jack stammered. He was still flabbergasted by Stacy's kiss.

"Harmon," Stacy finished.

Jack smiled sheepishly. "Thanks."

He hoped no one noticed his boner. All the food's gonna end up sliding over to her side, Jack thought.

A couple of minutes later, a waitress showed them to their table, and his hard-on was still full-blown.

The appetizers came, and still the same.

Stacy picked up a boneless buffalo wing and dipped in sauce, before nibbling on it seductively. Thick, white blue cheese dressing hung from her chin. She picked it off and slurped up the cheese with delight. Then, Stacy moistened her lips with her tongue. "Mmmmmm, that's yummy," she declared.

Jack was speechless. Was she trying to drive him crazy?

"Sooo....Jackie," Stacy said, raising her eyebrow suggestively, "Any ideas for tonight?"

Despite their discussion that morning, Jack was starting to feel nervous again. He knew that, even if he didn't order it, he'd still be getting dessert that evening. And a million to one, it'd be dark and sweet.



BFFs



I woke up, all alone in my bed, like every morning. I decided that I would go out, and get laid. Tonight is the night! My pussy ached for it. I almost went down to stroke it, but decided that I would save it for tonight. I went into the shower, shaving myself completely hairless down there, in preparation. I teased myself, just a little, just so I got a little bit wet. Oh god! I stepped out the shower and wrapped myself in a towel and walked, dripping wet, both between the legs and every where else on my body, and walked back to my room. I was drying off when Jay walked into my room. 

I turned around and covered my body with the towel, "Knock much?"

She smiled, "Oh c'mon, I'm your best friend, there's hardly any part of you that I haven't seen."

"Well, excuse me while I get dressed." I shut my door. I sighed. Jay was my best friend and my roommate, but she did not respect my boundaries. This wasn't the first time she's walked in on me. I got dressed in a tight black shirt and tight short jeans. 

Jay smiled as I walked into the kitchen and she held a glass of orange juice towards me. 

"Orange juice? Really? I wanted something a little stronger." I frowned. 

Jay smiled again, "It helps development." she took a big gulp of the drink before adding, "Not that you need it."

I took a drink of the orange juice. Jay got health kicks all the time, and I suffered for it. She'd probably already thrown out all the wine and delicious fatty foods. 

"So, another lonely night, huh?" she asked me. She leaned over and revealed her smallish sized breasts and stuck out her butt in a short black skirt. 

I grumbled, "How'd you guess?"

"You scream a bit." she said, trying to be nonchalant.

I smiled, "Yeah."

"So, you're gonna try again tonight?" she took another drink of orange juice and avoided my eyes.

"Yeah, I think I know someone who will never say no." I said. 

She suddenly looked up, "Me too."

"Who?" I asked, suddenly excited.

She walked towards me. She shoved me harshly onto our couch and kissed me, "It's me."

I tried to squirm out from under her, "Jay, stop it!" 

"Oh you think it's been easy? Watching you go to bed alone and wake up alone?" she asked. 

"What are you talking about?" I asked. She brought her lips down on mine, hard. She forced her tongue into my mouth as her hands slid down onto my shoulders. She moved her mouth down onto my neck and nibbled slightly, sending a wave of pleasure through my. My attempts to get her off of me were weakened, but I didn't stop yet. 

"I love you, Mary." she nibbled again at my collar and stuck one of her hands up the back of my shirt, tickling the small of my back. 

I moaned a little bit, "Jay, this is wrong."

She stuck her hand between my legs, "Why do I feel you getting wet then?" 

It was true. It'd been so long, I had forgotten what someone's kiss did to me, "Jay, please, I'm not a lesbian."

She ripped my shirt off and revealed my bra, black with a little lace that hooked in the front. She clicked her tongue, "My, my, you are well built. You really expected some tonight didn't you?"

I remained silent as she unhooked it, releasing my breasts. 

"Well you're going to!" she dove in an bite my right breast. I felt my jeans get soaked. She started to slowly unbutton them and revealed my panties. She clicked her tongue as she pulled her head back from my breast, "You've really been craving this haven't you?"

She slid her finger over the wet spot and rubbed gently. I nodded, furiously, hoping that it would make her enter me. 

She stopped rubbing and whispered in my ear, "I'm going to make you beg for it."

I nodded, "I will beg, please, just touch me there again." 

Jay smiled, and took my jeans and shirt from off the ground, "I will. Come back to my bedroom." 

I hooked my bra hastily and followed her like a puppy to her bedroom. She pointed to the edge of the bed and I sat while she tossed my clothes onto the floor. Jay took off my panties and discarded them. She grabbed a scarf and tied my feet to the bed posts. She took another and bound my hands. Thank god I'm flexible. She then got on her knees, eye level with my pussy. She blew on it, gently. 

I moaned, "Oh god Jay, stop teasing me." 

I almost felt Jay's smile there. She stuck a finger in her mouth and dragged the wet finger across my inner thighs. I tried to move my hips so my pussy was in her mouth, but Jay placed a hand on it, which made me even wetter, "Beg."

I whimpered, "Jay, I want you inside of me so bad. I want your tongue to fuck me, please, I want it so bad." 

She removed her hand but teased me with her soft fingertips, which stroked the area around my clit, but never once entered me or touched my sensitive bud, "Beg harder." 

"Jay, fuck me! Oh god, I can't take it! Just put something inside of me, I want it so bad!!!" I screamed. 

Jay was pleased, so she dove a finger right into me, working in and out furiously. She added another and I was bucking like a bronco. "Oh my god, Jay!!" I screamed. As I reached my edge, she slowed down, leaving me wanted so much more. 

"Do you like that, you whore?" She asked, leaving her fingers in me but hardly moving them. 

I gasped, "Jay, please. I'm begging, I would get on my knees if I could move. Do that again, take me to the edge! PLEASE!!" I screamed. 

She repeated that, taking my body to the edge while I shreeched, "Jay! Jaaaay!!! Jay!" she slowed down again right as I felt my body coming. 

"Why should I let you cum?" she asked. 

I stayed silent, panting, "I'll make you cum." I almost whispered. 

Jay smiled as she liked my juices off of her fingers. Then she kneeled and I expected her to finger me again, but her tongue entered me. She sucked on my clit, stroking it with her long, wet tongue. She made long, slow strokes with it, licking my clit furiously. I shook my hips wildly as she worked her beautiful tongue, in and out, in and out, in and out. "Faster, faster! Jay, oh god, Jay!!!" I screamed. 

She moved her tongue at superhuman speed, keeping my legs still with her hands. She moved one hand up to tease my waistline, which she must've know was sensitive. I was almost there, but I held on, not wanting to end this delight. She finally removed her tongue and turned more attention to my clit, nibbling it and sucking on it like it was a thick milkshake. I still held on, trying not to climax. 

"OH GOD JAAAAY!!!!!" I screamed, not holding on any longer, letting my juices flow. Jay lapped up every drop. 

"You taste even better than I expected." She said, standing up and revealing she had managed to undress herself, leaving only her shirt and bra on. She untied my feet from the bed posts but kept my hands bound. She pulled me in for a kiss and I obliged, tasting myself for the first time. 

She ripped her shirt off and revealed she wasn't even wearing a bra. She spread her legs and said "Lick, bitch." 

And so I did.



BFF's BF: Entrapment



After staring at his perfect body, still glistened with sweat, I confessed. "Hey baby, that was amazing! I'm a little embarrassed to admit it, but that was way better than I could've ever expected."



"Me too, girl! If I didn't have to run, I'd fuck you again. Seriously, that is one awesome body."



"Stop it! You're making me blush. And I have to say something, and I hope you won't be mad."



"What is it, sweets?"



"I lied to you."



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Earlier that evening



Larry was just where Jess said he would be. Working hard, at the hotel bar, being just as charming as advertised. If anything, he was better looking than I had heard. He was tall, maybe 6'2", very trim, and his uniform fit perfectly. 

I wondered how this was going to turn out. I know what I thought, or rather hoped, but you never can tell. Life can be so complicated, and I'm not thrilled when it's complicated so close to my home. But tonight was the best opportunity.



Wearing a conservative business casual outfit, I was doing my very best to set the stage. I wore a simple knee-high black Calvin Klein skirt, and a black single button blazer over a pleated beige shirt. Neither my 2 inch black heels nor my politely buttoned up shirt drew attention. 

And I could not afford to draw attention. The only non-business casual aspect to my outfit was my makeup, which would be considered somewhat overdone for the office. I hid my eyes, ever so slightly, behind black thick-rimmed glasses. This was particularly fun, as I felt that a looked a little bit like a librarian. The truth is I don't even wear glasses, these have clear lenses and are just for show.



But I was role-playing, and Larry was not. I wanted to look the part of a businesswoman, on the road, after a long day. The part of a woman just taking a few moments to wind down, and to have a glass of wine before returning to her room and turning in for the night. 

My unknowing partner? I'm hoping Larry lives up to his billing and sees me as an opportunity, a low cost, low stress method to some personal satisfaction. My primary challenge was to make him feel like he was the aggressor, my secondary challenge was not to be recognized by anyone else, especially not Tom, who would freak out, or Carl, who would change the direction of the evening.



Which is why I chose this night. As you might expect on a Wednesday evening, the bar was quiet. Larry chatted with me after returning with my glass of pinot. With a smile I answered each of his questions, and returned the favor of questions myself. 

Yes, this was my last night in town. Yes, it will be good to get home. Yes, my husband is waiting for me. No, I do not yet have children. And, yes, although I shouldn't, I'll have another glass of wine. 



For his part the answers were simple. He likes bartending part-time, is between girlfriends, and hopes to have kids one day - but not yet. All in all, a very gentle conversation that, if not for his warm smile and penetrating eyes, wouldn't hint of flirtation. 

But those eyes, deep and dark, were full of interest. And his smile, large and full, displayed a manly confidence. My eyes, clearly focused on him, reciprocated his interest. As I finished my wine, he offered me another glass.



"Thanks, but I'm likely to get silly if I have any more!"



"Well, that makes it more interesting then, doesn't it? I'll tell you what, I have to close the bar now so I'll be here for another half hour or so. If you decide you want another glass, just call the bar and I'll bring it to you - personally."



And with that he touched my hand. "I'm hoping that you make that call."



I paused, and just stared at him. Quietly I spoke. "It's not like me."



"I can tell, but let it be like you tonight."



Very nice, I thought, and wonderfully direct! I broke eye contact, then began walking toward the door, before returning. "It's crazy, but I'd like another glass. I'm staying in room 220."



And with that I walked away from him, left the bar, and headed for my room. Although certainly not everyone's style, for me personally I couldn't imagine the evening going any better than it had up until this point.



Larry must have broken the World's record for closing the bar, as he was knocking on my door no more than 5 minutes after I made it back to the room. Clearly he didn't want me to have time to change my mind. He entered quickly, but then slowed his movements. He had a bottle of pinot and two glasses, but his interest was not in sharing a drink. In fact, he didn't even open the bottle.



"I think you're beautiful, and I'm happy you decided to spend more time with me." He spoke this, as he walked towards me, and gently kissed my cheek. I responded to his affection with words.



"This is a first for me. I have no idea what you must be thinking!"



He laughed. "Is this the first time you've brought a man back to your room? Or the first time you brought a black man back to your room?"



"Both." I confessed, although that was true only for the role I was playing.



"I can make this really easy, beautiful. What happens here stays here, it won't follow you."

And with that he confidently removed my glasses and kissed me. A perfect kiss, if there ever has been one. Deep and tender and loving and ... perfect. 

I surrendered to his movements, and he never paused to check on my decision. Without breaking the kiss, he undid my blazer and slid his hand to my lower back. With gentle pulsating action, he pulled me closer and closer as we continued to kiss. His rhythmic movements had their desired effect, and I barely felt him remove my blazer.



He whispered in my ear, "Damn, you're so sexy", as his free hand now cupped the side of my breast. Effortlessly he unbuttoned my blouse and I felt is warm hand on my skin. His whisper becoming louder, "Your outfit kept you hidden girl, I love this!"



The outfit did hide my body, which was an unfortunate side effect of the role I was playing. When flirting, I much prefer to display my body. Although not classically beautiful, at 5'6" and 120 lbs, I get noticed. 

What Larry was noticing now, was my very appreciative 36C breasts. Quickly gone was my blouse, and almost immediately after followed my bra.



I stood before him naked from the waist up, proud of my body, and excited to see his. As if reading my mind he pulled his shirt from his gorgeous black and rippled torso. My Larry was an athlete, and a ridiculously sexy one. He pulled me close in another embrace and, while reassuringly kissing me, unbuttoned my skirt. 

As it fell to the floor, he dropped to a knee in front of me and pulled my panties past my hips. Pushing me gently back onto the bed, he removed them from my legs, before pulling his mouth close to me.



With great confidence he began to taste me. First with gentle probing, then with teasing circles, and finally with rapid thrusts - all movements following the obvious signals I was sending with my moans. With one hand wrapped around my hip, and the other squeezing a nipple, Larry brought me to orgasm - and then rapidly to a second. 



As I caught my breath, he removed his pants. He scaled my body, kissing my bellybutton, then my breasts, then my neck, and finally my mouth. It was during the kiss that I felt him position himself. At first I felt him rub up and down, gathering moisture as he moved, and then I felt him pause at my entrance. I kissed him harder, signaling my submission.



With that I felt him press the gloriously large head of his penis into me. My gasp pleased him, and slowly and rhythmically he pulled back and then pushed further in. And continued, and continued until he had fully entered me. It felt as if I swallowed his penis, his perfect, thick penis. I came for him again, in response to his very slight movements. 



"You like this, girl?", he whispered, not waiting for an answer, "then you're gonna love this." 

With that he pulled halfway out. What I felt I only understood later, when I finally saw his penis. 



His length was perfect - maybe 8.5", but what was amazing was his girth. Or rather, the distribution of his girth. He had a large, plumb sized head and a penis that tapered on both ends. The top and the base of his shaft were thick, don't get me wrong, but in-between the two ends he was thicker than my wrist. And that is what I felt for the next several minutes. As Larry pulled halfway out, he was actually stretching me!



He continued this, almost as a tease, until I came again for him. Larry must have considered that his signal, because before my orgasm had subsided, he began making love to me in long, deep, powerful strokes. I felt him stretch me pulling out, and pushing in. I could feel his power, sense his strength, and as his pace quickened, I heard screams leave my mouth. This was a surprise, as I rarely scream, but I couldn't control myself.



Because I couldn't take any more, I practically begged for him to finish. When I felt him close, when I sensed the moment, I wrapped my legs around his waist. With that Larry came deep inside me, then rest his body in and on mine, and we kissed.



"You are amazing, baby, I loved that", was all I could say, saying the last 3 words over and over. After 15 or so minutes, I asked him if he could stay.



"The night? Sorry, girl, I can't."



"No, not the night, just for a bit more. I want to show you something. But first you have to promise, what happens here stays here, right?"



"You're funny, girl! Yes, what happens here stays here."



And with that I went to the bathroom to change. I wasn't sure we would get this far, but I had planned just in case. And Larry was such an outstanding lover, I wasn't going to let this opportunity pass. While he waited I touched up my mascara and eye shadow, traded out flat pink lipstick for gloss red, pulled my blond hair into a ponytail, and put on a black stretch corset, black lace stockings, and 5" black pumps. I could have put on my thong, but it would serve no purpose.



Surprised shock is how I would describe his look as I entered the room. "I bought this for my husband, do you think he'll like it?" Larry nodded his approval. 



"Baby, you were such an amazing lover! You made me feel comfortable, and respected, and needed. I love you for that. You treated me like a 'good girl' and I needed that! But before you go, do you think you could treat me like a bad girl?"



I barely finished the question when he placed his hands on my shoulders, directed me to my knees, and positioned his penis in front of my mouth. I took him happily, and sucked him to full strength. I used my hand on his shaft to both excite him and protect myself, as he began to push into me with force. I did my best to keep pace with him, with his passion, and when I though he might be close, he pulled from me. 



"On the bed, on your knees," he demanded - and I quickly complied. He moved behind me and commented, "you're still wet from the first time I fucked you, this time I'm not going to be so gentle." And with that he thrust into me, and then began fucking me in long, powerful, fast strokes.



"You like that?"



"Yes," I screamed. And I had begun screaming again with each thrust. I rested my head on the pillow to brace for his thrusts, and he continued them - fast, aggressive, and perfect. As I began to come again, I felt him force his thumb into my ass. I do not typically enjoy this, but it sent me over the edge. 

Shortly after, when I was not longer sure I would be able to remain conscious, Larry pulled from me, rolled me over, pressed my legs toward my shoulders, and entered me again.

With his full weight he dropped back into my body and I screamed, both in pain and pleasure, and continued to do so as he continued to fuck me. Finally, thankfully, even Larry could take no more. With a final push, a large grunt, he came in me again. Afterward, we fell into each other's arms.



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And that brings us back to the beginning.



After staring at his perfect body, still glistened with sweat, I confessed. "Hey baby, that was amazing! I'm a little embarrassed to admit it, but that was way better than I could've ever expected."



"Me too, girl! If I didn't have to run, I'd fuck you again. Seriously, that is one awesome body."



"Stop it! You're making me blush. And I have to say something, and I hope you won't be mad."



"What is it, sweets?"



"I lied to you."



"You lied?" He asked.



"Ya, but you did too. You have a girlfriend, her name is Jessica. She sent me here tonight to find out if you cheat on her. And you do. What should I tell her?"



"This is un-fucking-believable!" Said a clearly angry Larry.



"I have an idea. How about this? I'll tell her that you don't cheat."

"Ya, tell that snooping bitch that."

"And when you need someone extra you'll call me. Deal?"



"I can make that work." His anger now disappearing.
"I'll fuck you quiet."

"I don't really care how you do it, I just don't want you to stop."

"No problem, girl, I can get up for your ass any day."

"Thanks. And
 when Jessica introduces you to me and my husband, Tom, just pretend that you don't know me."


And that is how Jessica became my bff, and how I ended up on Larry's speed dial.



BFF's Husband's B'day Request



I look in the mirror one last time to see how I look in my spaghetti strapped black cocktail dress. The dress has a deep v-neck that shows off my large c-cup breasts, and the body of the dress hugs my hour-glass figure, and the end of the dress comes right below my ass. My long black hair is shining as it falls down my back. The black four inch heels to make my legs look miles long. Awesomely sexy if I do say so myself. I need to get going so I'm not late for Janie's husbands' birthday party. Janie was actually the one who talked me into buying the dress. She said she wanted me to show off my assets to the party. Janie and I have been friends since grade school, and we know each other very well. Janie and Michael have been married for three years and make a very cute couple. 

I have to admit Michael is hot and sexy as hell. I've caught him checking me out several times when I have been over to their house. He has even copped a feel of my ass on occasions. One-day Janie caught him and laughed about it. She even told me she didn't mind sharing. OMG! I could never do that. Granted I haven't been in a relationship for three months now and my toy rabbit was getting a hell of a workout. And hell yes I wanted a real cock but my bff's husband? 

I grab my little black purse and keys and head out the door. Janie and Michael live in an upscale neighborhood, and their house is over 3,000 sq ft. I park my red Dodge Charger beside Michael's truck. I look around at all the cars already parked, there has to be at least ten cars. As I start to head to the house, I could feel someone watching me, and then I saw the red glow of a cigarette. Michael had been trying to quit and on occasion was known to sneak outside for a smoke. He walks from the side of the house and joins me after putting out his cigarette.

"Hey, Michael what are you doing out here?" As if I didn't already know. He walks over to me, and I swear he was undressing me with his eyes. My throat is turning dry, and my nipples erect as I stand there not able to say another word.

"Sneaking a smoke. You look sexy as hell Holly." He said to me as he raked his eyes up and down my body. I could tell he was getting an erection, a large one. "Did Janie tell you about my birthday present?" He asked as he steps closer to me causing me to back up against someone's car.

I still couldn't speak so I swallow hard and shake my head no. He takes his hand and caresses my cheek with his forefinger. "Well, I won't spoil her surprise, but I'll guarantee complete satisfaction."

OMG! My flippin panties are starting to get wet as my imagination runs rampant. He trails his finger down the front of my cleavage. Then he takes my hand and presses it against his hard erection. "Mmmm, would you like to try a sampling of this monster in my pants?" My hand caresses his stiff cock through his pants as I run my tongue over my dry lips. I am mesmerized as he slowly begins leaning down to kiss me, then he stops and says, "We had better head inside before Janie comes out to join us." He said to me as he chuckled. He takes a hold of my hand, and we walk inside together. 

My mind is going a million miles a minute. Somewhere in the back of my mind I recall a conversation that Janie and I had after consuming several margaritas. We were talking about guys and sex as always when she spoke up and said that Michael wanted to have a threesome with me and her. She had also said that he wanted to fuck me bad. I didn't think anymore of it because I figured she was drunk and talking out of her ass. Holy fuck! Is that what she planned for later tonight? I need a drink badly with lots of alcohol in it, but first I need to find Janie. As I walked into the other room, a friend of Michaels had stopped him to talk so I was on my own. There she was over at the bar helping to get people their drinks. 

As she sees me, she comes running around the bar and throws her arms around me. "Holly, you look drop-dead gorgeous in that dress. Has Michael seen you yet?" I am standing there once again in total awe. "Janie we need to talk." Here I am thinking that shit was going to hit the fan as I tell her what happened. However, instead her eyes start to get a glassy look, and she stops me in mid sentence as I'm telling her about Michael touching me, etc. She grabs my hand and points to the kitchen, so we head there and sit down at the table. She smiles at me and asks, "Holly, I know Michael is attracted to you, and I've told you before how bad he wants to fuck you. And I am a okay with it, truly I am. I know I can trust you, and I trust Michael. Holly, what would you think about having a threesome with Michael and I tonight after everyone goes home?"

"Janie...I don't know....it just doesn't seem like a good idea." As the words are leaving my mouth, I am thinking, yes I want to fuck Michael. 

"Holly, do you find Michael sexually attractive?" I nod my head. "Then just think about it, ok."

"Alright, but if we have a threesome that means that you and I are supposed to do things to each other too." Janie nods her head at me and never loses her smile. I lay my head down into my hands, until I feel something brush against my right nipple. Janie's hand is massaging my breast on the outside of my dress. "Yea and I can't wait." She says as she stands up and leaves the kitchen. I follow behind her and head straight for the bar; this was going to be a long night.

After an hour, I decide to go upstairs and use Janie's bathroom to freshen up and get a little peace and quiet. After freshening up, I decided to lie down on top of their bed since the door was closed. As I lie down on my back and look up all I see are mirrors. I lay there wondering what it would be like to be naked, to watch a man devour my body. I close my eyes trying to imagine it as my hand finds its way to my pussy. My panties are soaked from earlier so I kick them off and begin playing with my pussy lips. I glance up at the mirrors and watch as my finger starts to play with my clit, ahhh it feels so good. As I am getting myself close to an orgasm I hear the click of a doorknob opening and closing. I start to jump up and see Michael standing over the bed looking at me. He tells me not to stop what I was doing that he wanted to watch.

I tell him I can't; I kind of lost the mood. He then volunteered to help me with that as he leans down between my legs and begins running his finger over my wet pussy lips. It feels so damn good that I don't stop him as he brings me to orgasm finger fucking me. Then I feel his tongue on my pussy, and he starts eating me out. OMFG! I was in flipping heaven as he tongued me and sucked my clit. Damn I have never had a man eat me out like that before he was awesome! After he brought me to another orgasm, he stands up and leans over the top of me and kisses me deeply. I can taste my pussy juices and have to admit they didn't taste bad.

He breaks the kiss and rubs his hard cock on the outside of his pants as he stands at the end of the bed looking at me. I feel bad because he didn't get any relief, and I tell him. He tells me I can pay him back later tonight and walks out of the room. My legs are weak as they carry me back to the bathroom to get cleaned up. I look at myself in the mirror sexually satiated written all over my face. I clean up and head back downstairs. I can tell that the party is winding down as I look for Janie. There she is talking to another couple by the patio windows. I head to the bar for another drink; a Sex on the Beach I do believe is my chosen poison for the moment.

I take my drink and head to the settee in front of the fireplace. A girl whom I worked with years ago makes her way over, and we talk for a bit. I see Michael and Janie sneaking off to the kitchen. Will he tell her my mind wanders? What will she think? Maybe I should have interrupted her earlier and told her about the episode upstairs. A few minutes later they come walking back into the room. Janie glances over at me and gives me thumbs up and a wink. It was definitely time for me to decide what the hell I was going to do. My pussy tingled at the thought, making me squirm a little; it already knows what it wants.

It was finally showdown time. Everyone has left, and it is just us three. I made myself comfortable on the love seat, while Janie flung herself in the recliner as Michael headed upstairs. Janie kicked off her shoes and went over to the bar. She came back with two drinks and handed one to me as she sat beside of me on the love seat. "So, what do you think? Do you want to have sex with us?" I take a big sip of my margarita and look up towards the stairs. "If it's not going to harm our friendship, then sure." Janie actually bounced up and down. "Great!" We finish our drinks and head upstairs. 

Once we get into the bedroom, I can hear Michael in the shower. Janie starts talking about Michael eating me out earlier and makes me hornier than hell. The next thing I know Janie is behind me and begins unzipping my dress. I have never been with a woman so it surprised me that I was turned on. She runs her hand down my spine causing goose bumps to break out all over. Then I feel her unfastening my bra, and I let it fall to the floor. I close my eyes waiting to see what she was going to do next. Janie and I have never done anything like this before. I hear the shower shut off and wait in anticipation for Michael to come into the room. Janie walks around me and starts taking off her clothes, watching for Michael. She was down to her panties just like me when he entered the room with only a towel wrapped around his waist.

He walks up to Janie, wraps his arms around her and kisses her deeply while playing with her tits. She begins stroking his growing erection that was wrapped up in the towel. I feel my pussy getting wetter as I watch them. I hadn't moved from the spot; it was like I was frozen. They were only a step away from me; Michael reaches out an arm an pulls me over to them. He begins fondling my tits, causing the nipples to become erect. His other hand is fingering Janie's pussy. He takes his mouth away from hers and starts nibbling at my mouth. Man he can kiss! Our tongues were going wild as he would suck on mine, and then I would return the favor. Kissing was always a big turn-on for me.

We make our way to the bed; Michael lies down in the middle as Janie, and I lay on each side of him. Janie is stroking his large thick cock. I swear it's at least 8 inches long; I have to touch it. Janie and I take turns stroking his cock as, he fingers our pussies. I want that cock in my mouth badly; I bend over it as I am stroking him and take him in my mouth. I love to suck cock, and this one was wonderful. My tongue is swirling the head then I take him farther into my mouth sucking hard. I hear him suck in a moan as I bop my head to the rhythm of my hand. I go back to the head several times and flick my tongue around and around it. 

He grabs the back of my head and begins fucking my mouth. I want to take him deeper into my throat, when I do I feel him shutter as he fucks my mouth faster. I don't want him cumming yet so I back off and continue stroking him firmly. Meanwhile, Janie is moving above his head, spreading her legs wide as she brings her pussy down on his face. I want that cock in me badly so I get up on my knees and straddle his cock. OMG! He is huge and thick! I slowly inch down little by little onto this magnificent stallion as he stretches my soaking wet pussy. I start riding him steadily at first until I can get used to his hugeness. I hear Janie let out a loud moan as she cums all over Michael's face.

I am enjoying the feel of Michael's cock in my pussy; I close my eyes as I ride him quicker and quicker. I arch my back as he meets me thrust for thrust. I am so close to cumming; I scream out and ride as hard and fast as I can. I hear him say to me "cum for me baby, cum hard..." and I explode. He is still hard as a rock, as I continue to ride him, I open my eyes as I feel a wet mouth on my nipple, and it is Janie sucking on me. Wow, it feels damn good. Michael continues to pound into my pussy and the next thing I know Janie's hand finds its way to my clit and she begins fingering me. I totally lose it and have one of the biggest orgasms ever! Michael raises me up and tells me he wants to fuck me doggy style, so I gladly oblige....doggy style is one of my favorites.

I watch as Janie lies down in front of me on her back with her head towards my pussy. Oh my gosh is she gonna lick my pussy while her husband fucks my pussy hole? Holy fuck, she is! I decide to return the favor and eat a woman's pussy for the first time ever. Janie sucked at my clit making me scream out as Michael pounds my pussy. I bury my face in Janie's sopping wet pussy as my fingers spread her lips. I lick faster as an orgasm rocks my body. I must have been doing something right as I sucked a licked harder because then I felt the warmest best tasting orgasm come from Janie's pussy. At the same time Michael fucks me hard and blows his load in me. We collapse on the bed and look at each other. Michael is the first one to speak up, "Ladies, I do believe this is the best birthday present ever." I speak up and tell him, "Oh we've just gotten started." 



BFF's Pt. 01



Considering all that had happened to her until now, this could hardly be counted the gravest of circumstances. Her wrists ached and stung as though she was bound not by cord, but thorny vines. She could feel how wet she had become when she managed to bring her legs together close enough to close herself off from the world. This, though, took considerable effort. The spacer bar between her ankles was doing its job well, and was nearly as unforgiving as the man who had put it there. The thought of him sent her toes flexing, her chest rising and falling in measured breaths. It wouldn't have been so bad had she not also shuddered. She somehow always forgot that those sorts of movements only enraged the clips used to keep her tits as sensitive as he liked them when he chose to play with her.

Her eyes searched through the darkness, looking hopelessly for some measure of time since he had locked her in place. She wondered if it had been minutes, or an hour. The way her mind raced once her body was trapped in shackles, it could be anywhere in between. The question was obsolete. She jumped at the sound of the loud squeal let out by the hinges on the door, almost as if he had done to them what he would do to her. When the lights hit her face, she cringed and pulled back as best she could, but found herself still somewhat more distracted by the ache from her tits and the sting in her wrists as she tried to retreat.

His shadow fell across her body, though that would certainly not be the last thing to do so. He quickly grabbed at her face, holding her cheeks and jaw tightly as he pinched shut her nose, sliding his palm over her mouth. She knew full well that he would let her breathe again, but even without that uncertainty, she knew what else this meant. The floodlight illuminating her body against the brick behind her began to fade as her lungs burned in protest. Just as she was sure he would change his mind this time and just be done with her, he released her face, letting her gasp for breath. The breathing quickly became groans of discomfort, and at her unexcused outburst, she felt his hand leave its mark across her face.

"You told me you liked this. Now here you are bitching about it. Would you rather I stop? I can turn off the light and leave you down here for the night."

Her eyes were still closed against the burn from his hand and the floodlights, but even with her head hanging low, she managed to indicate a 'no.'

There was rustling, and she heard a few drawers slide open and closed, then the jingle of keys and the squeak of more unmaintained hinges. When she chanced her eyes to the light, she saw two bodies standing in front of her. One body was his, a well-practiced silhouette backlit by twin fluorescents. The second body had her arms drawn tightly behind her back, her head facing up and body craning to accommodate the uncomfortable posture.

"You know your friend Miriam, right? It was your idea to bring her along this time." She watched as he groped her friends tits, heard Miriam moan in protest. "Alright then, girl. How did you like my cage?"

Miriam was slow to respond, and the time bought her what sounded like a solid slap against one of her tits. It was seconds later that she responded "It was... c-cold. It's cold down here."

She could feel herself cringe, her practice allowing her to empathize perfectly with what would happen next. The sound of more skin striking skin echoed off the unlit brick to either side of them.

"Oww! God dammit, I answered your question!"

There were two more sharp raps - likely one against each of her tits in turn. Then he nearly growled "What did you think of my cage."

'Tell him you liked it, idiot!' The thought surged through her brain on a useless loop. 'We went over this beforehand! Just agree and go with it.' Then the thought struck her that if Miriam failed to answer correctly, he would let her friend go, and instead project his frustration onto her. That thought terrified her as much as it made her quiver in expectant delight. He had grown a bit tepid lately, and he wasn't hitting as hard or fucking as long as he had when they were younger. Even a couple years of repetitive behavior can put a damper on a man's swing. She would like to see what he was capable of when he was this frustrated.

Miriam groaned "It was cold, it was hard. It was miserable! Is that what you want? Ow god, my tits... what, are you gonna stick me back in there?"

His voice sounded calm and composed. "No, of course not. Clearly you didn't like it enough to make it worth sticking you back in there. Instead, I'm doing this." He yanked her arms and dragged her over so she was in the middle of the room. With her hands still bound behind her back, he doubled her over and lifted her arms in the air, attaching them to a retracting cord on the ceiling - one of many she had gifted him as an anniversary present. Now seeing them in use on her friend, she was doubly glad she had had them installed. It seemed she had a front row seat to watching her man in action. Of course... coffee would be awkward the next time she and Miriam got together. That thought was fleeting, though, as she saw him cross the room with a large conic device in hand.

Miriam was breathing quickly now, but that was interrupted as she wailed and struggled against her bonds. He applied a steady force to the plug, and with the generous application of lube it opened Miriam's ass easily. He waited until he saw her close around the plug, tugged it to ensure it was secure inside her, then spanked her with a smack that echoed across the room. Miriam had yet to stop protesting, wordless and desperate.

"Blair, what am I going to do if Miriam doesn't kindly shut the fuck up soon?"

She replied weakly, not wanting to seem like she was making suggestions in the use of her friend's body. "You'll keep her on the edge of cumming until she disappoints you."

He nodded "Absolutely I fucking will. You hear that? I've got a little practice in drawing this out. You're here cause you wanna be, but maybe I'd rather just see you fail so Blair and I can have a quiet evening alone. Well... not quite. Anything but quiet."

Miriam was close to catching her breath when she stammered "I.. I'm sorry. I do wanna be here. I wanna know what it's like. Blair says it's the best thing ever, but just... please, don't give up on me. I can do it. I know I can."

The silence was tense. When it broke, it was his indignant voice saying, "I'm not sure you can." In a fluid, practiced motion, he turned half-way around, took the handle of his favorite flog, and brought it around with all of the force of his upper body. The sound was sickening, and Miriam screamed in a way most people only assume they do in movies.

The cry was long and loud, desperate, pathetic. Blair felt her heart sink as her lips got wetter still. She knew those nylon ribbons and what they could do. She could picture the blood rushing to the surface of Miriam's ass, all the more vulnerable with the toy stuffed inside her. The flog sounded again, though this time it wasn't as severe. Still, Miriam cried as she was struck again and again, humiliated by her ass on display, now burning from the abuse. After another handful of lashes, a few strands of the flog went astray and landed firmly across Miriam's pussy. Had Blair not know Miriam's face so well, she might not have made out the expression on it when the last blow landed. Her head drew back, mouth hanging open in a silent scream, eyes wide as the tears clung to her cheeks before tracing down her chin. It wasn't that expression that did it, though. It was the eyes.

Blair saw Miriam look at her with such a pitiful look that Blair couldn't hold back. She knew what her friend had gotten into when she agreed to come over and play with them. All the same, he wasn't going to take it easy on her. She should have expected it. In the back of her mind, she admitted that it would have pushed her harder to get Miriam in the door if the night promised to be like this. Still, she couldn't help but react to the pain she saw in those tearful eyes.

"Hey! Lay off! Why don't you cut her some slack. She's never done this before. You think you gotta prove how tough you are by beating the hell out of a new girl like that?" Her blood went cold. Clearly she hadn't been thinking. The whipping stopped, and he looked at her. Miriam must have seen the fear on Blair's face, because she immediately started begging him to continue. No, she pleaded, just keep going. She could take it, she'd do better. Don't listen to Blair. Didn't he want to have fun with her?

It was too late though. He walked up to Blair with a sickening coolness. She could smell him, and she loved it - his familiar scent. Her gut mixed apprehension with affection, and in that moment she wondered if he would simply kiss her, touch her, if he would change his mind and unbind her, take her to bed, and make love to her while Miriam packed up and went home. She looked in his eyes, tender and imploring. She felt his hand lightly come to rest between her legs, a finger parting her and carefully rubbing her so that she had no choice but to moan softly, wishing his mouth was closer to hers so she could kiss him with the same degree of passion. As she moaned, she tasted something... different. Unusual. Her mouth started going dry as she realized she had been gagged.

"Fuck you." His words were as serious as they were playful, and his finger immediately left her wanting more. He went back to where his stash of toys and devices were, and returned with a strip of tape. When it was secured to each of her cheeks, he kissed the tape over her mouth, then grinned "Those are Miriam's panties. I took them out of her bag. Maybe that'll teach you to keep your mouth shut."

Her mind raced a moment as she realized what he had done, how he had played her. As her thoughts collided with each other, she failed to notice the flog in his hand again, and was taken entirely by surprise as each strand struck her right where his finger had been moments before.

Her scream was muffled, caught in the panties and filtered through tape. He laughed, and it was raw and unrefined. "Don't choke," he goaded, patting her roughly on her cheek. Her eyes snapped shut as his hand clapped down over her pussy. She unwittingly jumped at the impact, again sending that same pain through her tits as the clamps shifted their grip. He spanked her pussy several more times, finally finishing with his middle two fingers gliding up inside her. She tried to gasp, but instead nearly choked on her friend's panties. She coughed to fix the issue, though was still distracted by his fingers filling her up so suddenly. She breathed through her nose as she tried to regain control of herself, all the while fighting off how he felt massaging her from the inside. His practiced fingertips knew how to control her body almost instantly, and try as she might, she was soon putty in his hand. That was when he withdrew his fingers, landed the flog firmly across her tits, then turned his back on her muffled screams as he returned to Miriam.

In his mind, he wished these girls would quit interrupting him and let him get started.



BFF's That Slime Together



BFF's that slime together stay together.

Ripley wants a turn.

This is a sequel so it's best to read the first part Rachel's slimy good time. 

*****

Ripley pulled into Rachel's driveway glad to see her car parked outside. Ripley was near bursting with her good news and so wanted to share it with her BFF Rachel before she posted it on Facebook for the world to see. She and Rachel had been friends since preschool. Their moms had trade babysitting duties, carpooling, etc since they were 3. They were more like sister since they each spent as much time with the others family as their own. They always told each other stuff before they would anyone else in the world. Today she wanted to tell Rachel she had landed her dream job and then drag her out if she had to and paint the town red.

Her knocks on the door went unanswered and Rachel's cell phone went straight to voice mail when she tried it. "Maybe she is in the backyard" she thought. As she started to the back yard she had to pass in front of the garage door. "Well that's new" she said as she saw the windows in the door that had been clear glass were now reflective and she could not see in. Just as she round the corner she saw the side window also had the reflective covering. The backyard was clear but Ripley was sure she was home so she decides to use the hidden emergency key for the back door. 

Once inside she called out once to see if Rachel was home and then quietly made her way to Rachel's bedroom to see if she was napping. The sound of Rachel's snoring confirmed her location long before Ripley got to the door way. Ripley stood there awhile watching her sleep and then retreated to the kitchen to decide what to do. She knew if Rachel was sawing logs like that she was dead to the world and even the house falling down would not wake her. When they were teenagers they had a slumber party and she had been the first to fall asleep. She started snoring and the other girls end up rolling her all over the place trying to wake her up. When she slept thru everything a couple of them tried posing her body. Two girls even pulled her shirt up and played with her tits. She slept thru it all. That was when Ripley started having sexual thoughts about her friend, she did not touch her that night but on later occasions she did do some exploring when they had sleep overs together. It never went beyond light touching and now she found herself thinking about it again. But the time was not right, Rachel did not know anyone was in her house. She had decided to just plant herself in the living room with the TV and wait for her to wake up when she passed the door to the garage. 

The garage with its covered windows, that Rachel hardly ever parked her car in. More than once she had seen Rachel come out of it and shut and locked the door behind her. She knew Rachel had been working on something but could never get her to talk about it. Maybe now was the time to spy out what it was if only ..."YES" the door was not locked.

The first thing she saw was what looked like a shower made out of a wading pool and a tarp for a curtain. There were pipes and wires running everywhere. The 4 video cameras point at the inside of the shower thingy drew her to the still running laptop. Since she was a computer whiz she had no trouble pulling up the video files. What she saw left her speechless. Clean cut Rachel was one dirty kinky girl. There on the screen was her BFF naked, bound and getting cover in green slime. 

She stopped the video and went around looking at things in greater detail. The timer set up for the nozzles was good but it would be so easy to have a computer program that would do the job. The bondage system was ok but she would have had the arm part pull up higher. The way she had rigged the elbow clinch was inspiring. Going back to the videos she watched in amazement as Rachel had orgasm after orgasm while covered in the thick slime. Ripley had never thought about slime being sexy but she remembered Rachel always love to watch those kid shows where people get slimed even when she was a teen. It was plain she got off on being slimed. A little more digging and she found a couple more videos of her early attempts. The slime thing was starting to look like something she may have to try at least once but the bondage part she was already on board for. 

Rachel had her secret fetish and Ripley's was self-bondage. For some reason the fact they had been BFF's since toddlers, told each other about everything and yet both had kept their secret longings to themselves was just down right funny right now. Both of them had been so afraid to speak out and here Rachel's secret was outted by a simple unlocked door. Letting her know her secret was out and that she too had a secret was going to take some careful planning. Ripley quickly made her way back into the house and checked to make sure Rachel was still asleep. Then left to go home and get a few things. 

The sun was setting by the time Rachel woke up. Her hair was a mess from going to bed with it still wet and she started toward the shower to rewash it when she heard someone downstairs. A fast look out the window showed Ripley's car in her drive so no need to panic. Ripley had seen her looking worse than this so she just put on a sundress and went downstairs.

She found Ripley in the Kitchen opening a bottle of wine that she must have brought with her. "Hello sleepy head I thought you were going to sleep all day. We have some celebrating to do, I got the JOB!" 

"That's great I knew you had it in you" Rachel replied. 

"Ok here take a glass, I bought these two bottles ages ago and we are going to drink both of them tonight." This was step one in her plan, if she could get Rachel buzzed enough the secret would be easier to pry loose. 

"Ok but I'm ordering pizza because I have not eating since breakfast. Take the glasses into the living room and I will call Freddy's and get an extra-large kitchen sink pizza." While she was on hold with the pizza place her eye was drawn to green dots on the floor. "O Crap" she thought I must have still been dripping when I came in. She tried rubbing one out with her foot but the slime was already dried out. It was going to take a wet mop to clean them up and she could hardly start cleaning her house with Ripley here. 

Once the pizza order was in she joined Ripley on the couch. Ripley told her about the new job about how it came with an intern. Ripley as she went on talking she keep taken sips of her wine knowing Rachel would follow along. What Rachel did not know was Ripley had watered her own wine down. By the time the pizza arrived the second bottle had been opened. Deciding to see just how drunk her friend was Ripley dared her to flash the pizza boy. 

"Ok but you have to do it the next time"

Rachel pulled her dress down off one shoulder and pulled one boob free before she opened the door. The deliverer girl Sammy hardly flinched at the sight before her. Shit like this happen far more often than one would think. Freddy's even profiled its customers list so only Female driver's delivered to some address on weekends when most case of R/NC17 stuff happened. Sammy for her part did not mind one bit the flashing. She like both guys and girls and the flashers give the best tips. This lady she had delivered to before but this was the first time she had been flashed by her. She could tell the lady was drunk and somebody she could not see was laughing softly so she decided to have a little fun with her. She took her time looking her over before telling her the price of the pizza. She liked what she saw, the lady was mid 20's wide at the hips and did not have a stitch of makeup on. She could tell her slow stare of interest had caught her off guard and made her nervous. "Thank you for choosing Freddy's, and next time you order just ask for Sammy, I work must weekends" she said as she turned to leave. "We will" came the cheerful answer form the unseen person in the living room. 

Ripley could not believe how much fun that turned out to be. A male deliver person or straight Female deliver person Rachel could have handle but Sammy had been very overt in her interest. Rachel was two shades of red as she put the pizza down and went to get plates and napkins. Now the question, was she all fluster because Sammy was gay and had hit on her or because she felt something. Both of them had had tried girl on girl in collage. Ripley had enjoyed several flings but had only told Rachel the water down versions of what went on. Rachel had told her stories about drunken dares but nothing serious. 

While Rachel was gone Ripley refilled the wine glasses and turn on the DVD she had gone home to get. "Exit to Eden" the film version was only loosely based on Anne Rice novel but Ripley figured it was a good way of bring up the subject of fetishes. As they eat and watched the movie Ripley asked if Rachel had ever read the book. Rachel admitting she read the book and also the 3 sleeping beauty novels. With that information Ripley had no trouble keeping the conversation going in the direction she wanted. Each of them had opened up about what turned them on. By the end of the movie (and the second bottle of wine) she was ready to take it to the next level.

"Rachel would you like to take turns tie each other up? I sometimes do it to myself and its great fun but not nearly as good as when someone else does it." Ripley stopped there and waited to see if she had read Rachel right. She was sure Rachel was not going to freak out, but yet not sure if she was ready or not to act out her desires in front of another person. Rachel just sat there for second and nervously brushed her hair off her ears. Final she answered with a single "OK". 

"How about I tie you up first so you see how to do it and then we can switch. I think I have a couple packets of new rope in the car. Why don't you run to the bathroom while I go get them?"

While Ripley went out to her car, Rachel ran upstairs and used the bathroom than changed her dress for workout shorts and sports bra top. When she got back downstairs Ripley was cutting up what look like a roll of white cotton rope into shorter lengths. She would cut 4 pieces one length set them aside and then cut 4 more pieces a different length. When she was done she had 6 piles of rope. 

"O nice touch Rachel I was hoping I could get you to change or ditch that sundress. It would have interfered with some of the ties I want to show you. Come over here and stand with your back to me." Ripley picked up the ropes she wanted and started off with a simple arm binder. She was amazed when she found she could get Rachel's elbows to touch. By the time she was done and had her turn in a circle Rachel was showing signs of arousal. The arm binder tie made the shoulders roll back and the chest stick out. Rachel's nipples were hard and straining to get free of the sports bra that now looked a size to small thanks to her effect of Ripley's rope work. 

"Ok Rachel I want you walk around some and get use to what I did while I get the next part ready." As she laid out the next piece she watches Rachel walk around and test her bonds. After a couple minutes she called her over and helped her to lie down on her belly. "Ok next I'm going to tie your ankles to your thighs." 

Rachel could not believe she was letting her BBF tie her up like this. Yes she was enjoying it but she was just realizing she had been set up. Ripley was too darn good with the ropes and who carries ropes in her car anyway. It took little time before both of her ankles were touching her ass and she could feel extra rope left over. She could also feel herself getting very damp down stairs and tried to close her legs but Ripley leg was in the way.

Ripley could smell Rachel's arousal and watched as she tried to close her legs to cover the damp spot forming on her shorts. She nudged the legs apart and places herself between them and started to attach the leg ropes to the arm binder. As she worked she tightened the ropes more and more until Rachel was bent into somewhat of a bow shape. She then stepped back and walked around her a couple times. The view was enough to get her own internal fires burning. Her BFF was at her feet helpless, if she chose to explore her tightly bound body with her hands she would be powerless to stop her. 

Rachel had not talked much but judging by the glazed look in her eyes and the smell of female arousal in the air she was enjoying every minute so far. So Ripley decides to take it one step farther before she reveals what she found in the garage.

Rachel was surprised by how turned on she was right now. If her hands were free she would be finger banging herself even with her BBF in the room. The need was so strong. Looking up at her friend she saw the same look of interest the pizza girl had gave her. Her friend had done this to her and maybe was planning more. The idea of going father was both frighten and yet her body seemed to more of it. But the sane part of her brain was still awake and applied the brakes. She could hear herself asking Ripley to untie her. She was shocked but yet delighted when Ripley said "No not yet there is one more thing" then lifted her upright and leaned her back against the sofa. She was now on her knees with chest and crotch on display thanks to the way she was tied. Ripley than ran her hand up her leg across her crotch and up to her bra. Once there she hooked her finger under the edge and pulled up. The elastic band hurt her nipples as it was pulled up, but in such a good way. She pulled the bra up until her breasts were free The look in Ripley's eyes as she did this left Rachel speechless. Her BBF since preschool was looking at her like she had always wanted her boyfriends to look at her but somehow never did. As Ripley's hand started the return trip down her body passing between her now exposed breast, Rachel found her voice and whispered "Why are you doing this?"

Ripley knew she was pushing things more then she should. But the increase in her friends breathing as her hand traveled up her body encouraged her to go on. Her shorts were soaked clear thru and her fingers were slick with her arousal as she hooked them in the sports bra. She was just going to run her finger up between her breasts but the look on her face seem to say she wanted more. The soft plea from Rachel's lips stopped her as they locked eyes once more. 

"Rachel I'm sorry I did not mean for it to go this far. But the more I did to you the more you seemed to like it. You do like it don't you?" 

Rachel's mind was a mess. She did like what her friend had done but yet knew this was the point where she had to give in to what her friend offer or stop here. She looked to her friend's face for answers and it was the tender look she found there that made up her mind. 

"Please untie me I think we need to talk before we go any farther." 

As Ripley untied her friend she rubbed her arms and legs to help get circulation back and was glad when Rachel did not object to her touch. Once all the ropes were off Rachel went to use the bathroom and returned in a short night gown carrying a second one. "Here go put this on we need to talk and I think it's going to be an all nighter so you are sleeping here." Ripley was glad her BFF was still talking to her and at least for tonight not throwing her out. The night gown was a two piece boy shorts teddy that may have fit her friend's 32 B cup just fine but was a tight fit on her size 36 D chest. She knew Rachel had a draw full of oversize tee's to sleep in so the choice of the Teddy's must mean something. 

When she returned to the living room Rachel was sitting on one end of the sofa so Ripley took the other. It was a bit surreal feeling now, Ripley's plan was off the rails and it was now Rachel in charge. 

"Ripley did you come here to seduce me?" 

"No things just got out of hand. I have wanted to tell you about the Bondage for years and I thought today was the day. The rest just kind of came out"

"I don't understand how telling me about your new job leads to wanting to tie me up"

"I was here earlier and let myself in when you did not answer, after I found you asleep I went to leave but on my way out I don't know why but I opened the garage door." After seeing what you had been up to I saw my chance to final share my bondage secret. So I laid out a trap to get you tied up or get you to tie me up. I figured you maybe would then share you secrets without me having to admit to snooping in the garage." 

Rachel's head was spinning, her BFF had tied her up, come on to her and she had liked it. She also knew about her Slime fetish. The cheery on top was all this was happening on the day that same fetish had brought her the biggest longest orgasms of her life. Hell maybe the only reason she got so worked up when Ripley tied her up was an aftereffect from the that morning. She had been still horny when she went to sleep and only her soreness prevents her from dealing with it then. 

As she sat there thinking she looked across at Ripley. The teddy she had loaned her was way too small for her bust size. If she lifted her arms her boobs would pop right out. She should have given her a tee shirt but she had grabbed the teddy instead. Maybe it was her Id's way of tell her she did want Ripley as more than a friend. Studying Ripley closer she could see she was about two steps away from turning on the water works. Her friend was terrified about what she had done and Rachel wanted nothing more than to forgive her and find a way forward.

"Ripley I think it's your turn to be tied up. Stand up and turn around." Ripley quickly did as she was told as Rachel sorted thru the piles of rope. She started with her wrists and then tied her elbows together. She was not as flexible as Rachel and hers did not touch at first. Next was rope around her each ankle before she was lead over to corner of the room. Once there Rachel climbed up on a chair and unhooked a wicker basket chair from its ceiling eyebolt. A rope was passed thru the eyebolt and then attached to Ripley's wrists rope. Ripley could see where this was going as the rope was pulled tight and her arms were lifted behind her. Rachel pulled and released a couple times with each pull being just a little higher. Final she tied the rope off with Ripley's arms pulled back to about 20 degrees. 

Next she took the ropes on her legs and pulled so her legs were about 3 ft. apart and attached one to a chair leg and shut a door on the other rope. Spreading her legs cause her arm to go up a little more. Ripley had to admit what Rachel did not know about bondage knots she made up for in inventiveness. The position she found herself in was every bit as restrictive as what she had put her thru and she worried about what was going to happen now. 

Rachel stood back and watched as Ripley adjusted to her bondage. She had to admit it was kind of fun tying someone up. The more Ripley moved the more her boobs tried to pop free of the teddy. Still not sure what to say to her Rachel fished around for something else she could do to Ripley. Then she remembered something she had seen online. "Don't go anywhere" she says as she turns toward the garage. 

Rachel returned carrying a handful of long white plastic strips. She dropped most of them on the floor and then pulled the straps of the teddy down off Ripley's shoulders. Once the top was down and Ripley's breasts were free she picked up one of the strips. she then wrapped it around the base of Ripley's boob and pulled it tight. She repeated it with the second boob. "Ok now we should talk. Just why did you go into my garage and how much did you figure out?"

Ripley at first does not hear her as she was busy looking down at her expanding breast. The zip strips were just tight enough that the blood that was getting in could not get out. Her attention went back to Rachel when she reached out and started running her finger tips over the tighten skin of her breast. The feeling of the finger tips was different than anything she had felt before and it distracted her thinking. 




BFF's That Slime Together



"Your car never seems to in the garage anymore and all the windows have been changed so you can't see inside. I have seen you lock the door when I come over. I also know you to well to fully buy the stories about why you don't have time to do this or that. You have always had some project or hobby of some kind. But you have not talked about anything like that lately"

Rachel was taken back for minute by her friend's words. "Ok I guess I suck at the cover story business. So how much do you know or think you know about what you found?" 

Ripley was unsure how much to say. Would the whole truth get here in deeper or would holding back be worse? She had badly played her hand and instead of controlling what happen she was the one playing defense. "Well as you know now I'm into Bondage so not a lot of what I saw was a mystery to me. The rest I figured out from what I know about you and ..."

"And what?"

"The 4 cameras around your setup lead me to your laptop. You forgot to shut it down, so I saw the videos." At this point Ripley wished she could just melt into the floor. She had disclosed an even bigger sin than opening the garage door. "I'm sorry Rachel once I saw your setup I could not help myself. I could see myself wanting to be the one using it and then to be able to watch how it worked. I have wanted to share my own love of bondage with you since College and then to find what I did I... I guess I got carried away."

Rachel did not know what to say. The snooping part was bad but then they had been sticking their noses in each other's lives for over 20 plus years. The fact her secret was out was offset by knowing something just as dirty about Ripley. Ripley being Bi was old news even if Rachel had never let on she knew, but the bondage part was. The more she thought about it the less she thought she could stay mad and more than a couple new ideas were already forming in her mind. 

The sound of Ripley shifting around drew Rachel's attention back to her. Ripley's boobs were turning a little purple and the ties would have to be cut loose soon. Deciding to have a little fun before she cut her down she went to the kitchen and got a cup of Ice and a dish rag in bowl of hot water. Returning to the living room she placed the stuff down where Ripley could not see than rigged a blindfold over her eyes. "OK Ripley I think you are still holding out so I'm going to torture you some."

"But I told you everything already!" Ripley replied just before she felt a warm mouth on her left nipple. "O" she said just before feeling the mouth move over to the right nipple but this time she felt cold from the ice cube her friend had placed in her mouth. Over the next couple minutes Rachel tortured her with the ice and the hot rag. She never asked any questions or responded to Ripley questions. Final she felt something slip between her boob and the plastic tie. When the tie was cut and the blood rush out the pain skipped straight to pleasure. The second release was even better. Rachel had worked her over good and she could feel her juices soaking the thru her panties as Rachel lowered her arms and released her legs. 

Rachel enjoyed making her friend squirm but decide that she would stop here and release her. It would serve her right for the stunt she pulled. She also did not want the emotional high she was on (Plus all the wine Ripley had plied her with) to lead her into sleeping with Ripley. If she still felt the same way in tomorrow once her head was clear than that would be a different story. The look of longing in her friends eyes when she took the blindfold off almost washed away her decision not to play anymore tonight away. But she held firm and untied her as she explained her decision to stop for the night. 

"Ripley we are going to stop here for the night. We are both too drunk and I'm not wreaking things between us. 

Ripley for her part understood and was just happy she had not wrecked their friendship. She was surprised when Rachel told her that she would sleep in her bed tonight but she also made it clear nothing was going to happen. Once in bed Rachel told her she had to face away from her "Just so I know where your hands are" she said with a laugh. Ripley was not sure she was joking but she kept making twisting motions with her hand until Ripley rolled over. She felt Rachel slip in behind her and spoon her tight before whispering in her ear goodnight. 

When morning came Ripley awoke first and found they had reversed positions in the night. She was draped over the shorter Rachel and her hand was touching the skin of her tummy. Trying to extract her hand was greeted with Rachel grapping it and a very sleepy good morning. She was still trying to get her bearings when Rachel rolled over and give her a quick kiss before bouncing out of bed. 

"Ok you get the shower first, I am going to go start the coffee and throw some cinnamon rolls in the oven." Rachel said as she pointed to the bath and then went downstairs. Ripley was not sure just what was going on. She was still a little wired from last night and the unexpected kiss had relit the fire in her belly. Once in the shower she sneaked in a quick orgasm think if she got the need out of the way she would be able to think clearer. Once she was done with her shower she decided two can play this game and went down stairs with just a towel wrapped around her. Rachel just smiled at her when she walked into the kitchen and handed her a cup of coffee before leaving for her own shower. Ok she thought what now, do I bring up last night or let her? By the time Rachel returned (also in just a towel) the buns were ready to come out of the oven. Rachel put her in charge of icing the buns before disappearing into the garage. 

Rachel had been awake when Ripley's hand had found its way under her top in the night. It did not feel wrong so she had left it there. She was still not sure about her sexual feelings towards her friend but her body had spoken and at the very least she was turned on by the touching. The kiss good morning was meant to reassure her friend because she had felt the tension in her when she had woken up cuddling her. Which was stupid since she was the one that had started it the night before? When she came down in just a towel she knew her friend was testing her so she did the same to keep them on equal footing. After starting her on the icing she went in the garage and set up the wash cycle on her slime machine. 

Returning to the kitchen she grabbed a roll and started looking her friend over. Ripley's body langue was much more relaxed and after a while she got that good natured that Ok enough already spill look that only good friends give each other she made up her mind on what she wanted. 

"Ok Ripley I think we cover the major bases last night. You found my play room and now you want to come over and play." she said singing the last part. Ripley was a little slow to respond as the last part made her chuckle when she had mouthful of bun. Once she had chough up all the crumbs she sang back "YES mistress Rachel may I please play in your dungeon ." That got both of them giggling and once they stopped laughing they went out into the garage together and Rachel explained how the system worked and they talked some more about how it was built. Ripley had some good ideas to fix a couple issues Rachel had been having problems with and also give her friend a good tongue lashing for not having a backup person in case something went wrong with her release. 

Since Ripley was starting her new job the next day it was decided she would have to wait until the weekend for her first slime and bondage session. To finish out the day they went back in and got dressed to go shopping for the stuff to make the slime and to improve on the machine design. Rachel loaned Ripley some of her clothes for the trip out and they went all out with the makeup and skimpy clothes. At the hardware store Ripley went up to a clerk on a ladder and asked for direction to the electrical dept. Given the fact she was wearing one of Rachel's blouses and no bra he got a front row look down her breast. When they got to the electrical dept. there were 3 clerks working when anyone that has shopped at a big box store knows you are lucky to see any clerks working anywhere in the first place. It was clear the first clerk had given his fellow clerks the heads up. Nothing like a little T&A to get service Rachel thought. The clerk that came over to help only had eyes for their tits until Ripley started in with their shopping list. The fact two girls knew a 15 amp plug from a 20 amp let alone were asking for seal tight ( waterproof flexible conduct) got eye contact for all of 20 seconds before the eyes drifted down again. Once they were done in Electrical they moved over to plumbing and once again found it overly staffed. By the time they made it back to the car they both agree no one else could have gotten waited on the whole time they were in there. 

At the last stop at the warehouse club store for the slime ingredients Rachel decided to take the lead in being the tease. She would bend over to pick things up and must have adjusted her shoes a dozen times. Each time she showed off her bare ass to the male shoppers. 

When they got to the checkout the girl clerk turned the flashing light on once she scanned Rachel's membership card and waited for a manager to came over. The girl showed him something on the screen and then he turned to them and asked them if she was buying for a business because they system showed she bought a large amount of the same items over and over. If she did, he could offer her a business account and she would save 10% on her purchase today. Rachel could feel her cheeks turning red as she answered no she did not have a business as Ripley was biting her lip besides her tiring to keep from laughing. Once out in the parking lot loading the bags and cans into the car Ripley asked "Gee Rachel just how much have you been buying?" As she danced out the way of Rachel's foot. 

Once home they put everything in the garage and made plans to meet the next day after work to work on the improvements and so Ripley could tell her about her first day. They ended up spending the next three days working on the rig and agreed that Ripley should just bring a bag over and stay the night Thursday thru Sunday. Thursday and Friday night Ripley slept in guest bedroom but when Rachel told her good night each night they shared a kiss. 

Saturday morning came and Rachel got Ripley up at 8 to start making the slime for the day. They decided that they would both prep for their time in the slime and flip for who went first once everything was ready to go. The loser would have control over spray nozzles and then they would switch places. Ripley started having second thoughts as they poured the freshly cooked slime into the new bigger pool and felt it for the first time when Rachel made her skim the residue off the side of the buckets with her bare hands. The memory of Rachel coming over and over in the video and the thought that maybe she would lose the coin toss and have more time to work up her courage kept her moving forward. Both of them were in robes and ready to go as the coin was tossed. Ripley called tails and won the toss. Screwing up her courage she dropped her robe and let Rachel put the cuffs and collar on her. Once the cuffs were on she stepped up onto the new walkway leading to the center of the pool. The new raised walkway was so the person in the center was not knee deep in the now much deeper pool . The past week had been spent increasing the amount of slime that could be sprayed at one time and the old pool just did not hold enough slime. 

First she hooked her feet to the side poles, this spread her leg about 3 ½ feet apart. Next she swung the chest bar into place than hooked her collar to the side poles. The cable for her wrist and elbows came last. Once she was ready she gives Rachel a thumb up and then the cable started to tighten. As the cable went tighter her elbows were drawn together behind her back and her arms were drawn up until she was force to bend forward against the bar at chest/shoulder level. Rachel stopped when her arms were angled at about 20 degrees. As she got use to position Rachel would bump the up button and just when she was ready to say YELLOW Rachel stopped. By now her arms were almost at 30 degrees. The feeling as more and more of her freedom was taken away always got her motor running. She was growing moister by the second waiting for the slime to flow. 

Rachel looked Ripley over before starting the program. She looked more scared than anything. The effect of having her arms pulled together and behind her made her D breast jut out like DD's. Her blondish red hair was pulled back into a pony tail. They had both gone for Bikini waxes Monday and Ripley had gone all in and let them shave and wax it all off. Her bare mound showed every detail of her aroused state. Already the wetness was collecting on her outer lips. They had moved the poles farther apart to adjust for her 5'10" height and Rachel thought about how much farther apart her leg would be when it was her 5' 5" frame up there. She would be even more exposed to the 4 jets pointing at her pussy. Seeing Ripley like this was pushing button with her libido she always thought were boy only buttons and it was confusing her. 

It was Ripley call "Hello? Earth to Rachel what's the holdup" that final got her moving over to the control panel to start the program. 

Ripley was a little shocked and a lot aroused by her friend checking her body out. But all thoughts went out the window as the program started. The first spray was on her lower legs and then her chest. The slime felt just so wrong as it ran down her chest. Then Rachel let loose with the overhead nozzle. While the slime flowed down her head she thought she heard Rachel say something about fun starting when she felt one of the pussy level nozzles turn on. This was the wide fan pattern nozzle. It had one of the new control valves Ripley had found at a surplus store earlier in the week. The valve was motorized so the pressure could be adjusted up or down with a control switch. While the slime poured down over Ripley's head, Rachel adjusted the pressure up and down on the pussy nozzle. The feelings range from a gentle splashing to pins and needles when the pressure was turn all the way up. The feeling was as good as or better than her hand showerhead at home. She could feel the blood rushing to her lower half and her pussy lips were opening like a flower and her clit was poking its way out looking for some of the action. Rachel kept changing the pressure and every time Ripley thought she was going to trip over into orgasm the slime pressure would drop. 

As she played with the pressure control on the pussy jet Rachel also ran thru 8 of the other 10 jets placed around the platform. It was fun to see if she could kept Ripley's body totally covered in slime from head to toe all the time. She thought she did a good job as must of the time the figure on the platform looked more like a melted wax dummy than a person. But then wax dummies don't tremble as they approach orgasm. After about 15 min of playing she decide to give Ripley what had started all this in motion in the first place. She set the fan nozzle on medium and then turned the jet nozzle on medium for 5 seconds. She hit it a few more times like that than turn it on full time. 

Ripley was ready to kill Rachel for all the teasing when the first shot of the jet nozzle point at her pussy kicked on. The effect was like have a finger shoved in and out. After a couple shots the nozzle stayed on and she final got to her first orgasm of the day. As she rode the effect she pulled her hips back trying to get away but like Rachel before her she found this just lined her clit up better with the nozzle. She rocketed thru several orgasms than felt a new nozzle new nozzle kick on behind her. This one was also a jet but was aimed at her bung hole. If she moved away from one the other now would torment her. Back and forth she went. The orgasms were just bleeding into one long one when the sound of the pump changed and the pressure to both nozzles jumped higher. Thank God Rachel had stop using the overhead spray because Ripley could not keep her mouth shut as she was slammed from both sides and she could feel the pressure forcing the slime up inside her. The one at her pussy felt like the stream of slime was going 6 or more inches up into her and the constant pressure and flow was not allowing it drain back out. The final orgasm was so strong she did not remember Rachel shutting things off or her climbing into the slime pool to help her undo the cuffs. 

"Well still think the slime thing is weird?" Rachel asked as she hosed the slime out of Ripley's hair. Ripley could only smile and shake her head as her mind slowly came back from where ever it had retreated doing what she could now say was the best fucking she had ever had in her life. She did not think she would ever be able to put a number to how many orgasm Rachel forced out of her. The slime was still oozing out of her and she was shocked to feel fingers pushing at her pussy and even more so when she realized they were her own fingers. Her friend was asking her questions and here she was playing with herself. "Don't worry I did the same thing myself. You are like me; your body just keeps going long after the brain says enough." Rachel said with a laugh. "Lets break for lunch, you go shower and I will lay out some sandwiches and chips."

"Ok Rachel but after lunch it's your turn and pay back is a Bitch"

The end.

Next Chapter Ripley's Farm.



BFFs with Benefits



Nicole was nervous. She had been wanting to make her friendship with Linda more intimate for months now, but wasn't sure if Linda was open to that type of relationship. They hung out regularly and sometimes had a drink or two and talked about just about everything. Last week when they were hanging out Linda had caught Nicole staring at Linda's tits. Nicole was sure she had, but she didn't get mad or offended and Nicole could have sworn Linda's nipples got hard afterwards. She had been too scared at the time to do anything about it, but had been wishing all week that she had.

Now it was Friday night and they were going to hang out together again. Nicole's plan was simple. Have a few drinks and make her move, but in such a way that if it didn't work out it wouldn't torpedo their friendship.

Nicole knocked on the door and Linda answered in a t-shirt and jeans. With a smile she invited Nicole in. As Linda turned around her tits bounced nicely. Was it Nicole's imagination or was Linda not wearing a bra? Linda came back with wine coolers for them both as Nicole put her coat in the closet. Linda handed Nicole a bottle and said, "To best friends." And tapped the bottles before taking a long drink. Nicole took a drink and tried not to stare at her friend's chest wondering still if she was wearing a bra.

They talked and drank for about an hour and Nicole was starting to feel a bit of a buzz. Linda looked at her and said, "Give me your keys. You are staying the night. I'm not letting you drive home and possibly get a DUI."

Nicole took out her keys and handed them to her friend. The first part of her plan was going well. "I don't have anything to sleep in here."

"I'll lend you clothes, or we'll figure something out." Linda said with a smile. With a nod she said, "Come on see what I have."

Linda led the way back to her bedroom and Nicole followed thinking things were going really well. Linda turned around to make sure her friend was coming and Nicole walked into her acting like it was an accident. Her free hand brushing across Linda's left tit. Yep no bra she thought as she felt up her friend. "Oh I'm sorry."

Linda a bit tipsy from the wine coolers was knocked down with a thump. Nicole looked down at her friend and apologized again offering a hand to help her up. Linda took the hand and pulled her down on top of her instead. Nicole landed straddling her friend their faces inches apart. She figured it was now or never and leaned in kissing Linda deep on the lips. Linda's lips parted and her tongue licked Nicole's lips. The two of them kissed deeply for almost a minute and then Linda pulled back and said, "It's about time. I was beginning to think you didn't find me attractive."

Nicole nibbled on Linda's neck and said, "No I just didn't want to ruin what we have."

Linda basked in the attention of her friend and said, "I've wanted you for months. Let's go to the bedroom."

The two of them walked to the bedroom and barely made it to the bed. Nicole pulled off Linda's shirt and started caressing Linda's breasts. Kissing and licking around them ignoring the nipples as she played with first one and then the other. Linda's breathing was becoming deeper as her hands roamed over Nicole's body. After a minute she pulled out Nicole's shirt and with a tug pulled it over her head. Nicole's lacy bra showed what her intentions had been. Nicole rubbed her leg between Linda's thighs and she started sucking on Linda's left nipple. Linda sucked in her breath and then moaned loudly. Nicole's tongue played back and forth over the tip of the nipple as her hands unbuttoned Linda's pants. Linda arched her hips to let Nicole pull the pants down. Nicole started kissing her way down her friend's body. She rubbed a hand over Linda's pussy through her panties. Linda's breathing became more labored as Nicole rubbed faster.

"Cum in your panties for me." Nicole said.

Linda's breath caught and her hips thrust up as if on command with the words. Nicole started sucking Linda's right nipple as her fingers slid around the panties and penetrated her friend's pussy. It only took about a half a dozen strokes until Linda came hard. A wetspot growing in the crotch of her panties. Nicole pulled out her sticky fingers and put them into Linda's mouth. Linda sucked them clean and then she said, "Now your turn."

She pushed her friend back onto the bed. She quickly pulled her shirt over her head just about ripping it in her lust driven rush. She sucked on a large breast as her hands fumbled with the buttons on Nicole's pants. Nicole reached down and helped undo the buttons and raising her hips she pulled down her pants. Linda grabbed her underwear and yanked them down revealing her shaved pussy. The full lips already moist. Linda put her mouth over Nicole's crotch and started licking up and down Nicole's pussy. Linda's hands roaming along Nicole's legs. Nicole moaned and shuddered as the pleasure started to build. Linda reached up and pulled Nicole's pussy lips apart and started licking her pussy. In a throaty whisper Nicole said, "Yes. Please more don't stop."

Linda licked deeper and wondered why they hadn't done this before now. A finger found Nicole's clit and played with it as she licked. Then she moved so her mouth was over her clit licking it and sucking on it. Linda slid two fingers into Nicole's pussy and found the rough skin that marked her g-spot. Nicole screamed out in pleasure as Linda licked her clit and fingered her g-spot. The climax crashed over her and she squirted. Each thrust of Linda's fingers causing Nicole to cum again. After three or four Nicole reached down and pulled her friend's hand away afraid that the next climax would be too much. The two of them lay on the bed in a tangled heap as they caught their breath. Linda crawled up and the two of them fell asleep in each other's arms.