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Best Friend Stacy

By: lmnop321



I was lucky enough to have a most incredible experience, and it was all because of my best friend Stacy. Remember the TV show Will and Grace? Well, that was us, just the opposite. I am the straight guy and Stacy was my gay roommate. Stacy and I met in college, became friends after freshman year when we lived in the same dorm, and throughout school, just remained best friends.

We would hang out together all the time, console each other through dates gone bad, and help study together. We just had a connection and perhaps because there was no sexual tension between us, we just clicked in a different way. Sure we scoped out women together, but we had different tastes and agreed not to compete for a mate.

Now Stacy was no slouch. She was all of 5'10", lean and long, wavy brown hair. She had pretty brown eyes that sparkled when she talked about her favorite subjects, like music, art, cooking. And she was very fit. Always went to the gym and sometimes we would go to the gym together. I think some people in college thought we were a couple, but I knew from day one that she was not into guys, and she was a bit scared to tell people, so her status was not that openly gay. And she trusted me with everything and I came to trust her as well.

We both did great in school and ended up landing jobs in Boston after. We decided to live together to help with expenses, and found a great two-bedroom apartment in the North End. Of course we were single upon leaving college and decided to help each other out finding a significant other. We hung out in some cool restaurants, shops, gym and bookstores, and had an occasional date here and there. But our dinner conversation frequently dealt with our perpetual single status and little luck with women.

I think the fact that Stacy was a bit insecure with her sexuality made it a bit difficult for her to find someone. And I was so busy trying to climb the corporate ladder, that finding time to cultivate a relationship was my limiting factor.

"What are we going to do Jason? We're going to be a couple old maids together, aren't we?" Stacy mused, one evening hanging around watching tv after dinner and long days at work.

"Don't worry Stace...we'll find someone." I continually tried to reassure her as well as myself, but the nights and lack of sex were just getting old.

"Maybe we're hanging out in the wrong places?" Stacy said.

"I don't know...all the magazines say to go to places where there is someone with common interests. Like classes, bookstores and gyms. But it's so cliché...no one wants to be picked up at the grocery store or gym. Everyone is so busy and wants to get on with their lives." I tried to sound convincing for both of us.

"Well, I have to start a class for work, and maybe I'll find someone there..." "Yeah, maybe you will Stace...I don't know why you aren't hooking up. You're quite the catch. I told you this before, that I'd do you if you were into guys. Guys are always checking you out."

"You're sweet Jace...guys just aren't my thing. That's probably why we get along so well together, because there isn't that sex thing between us."

"I agree. That would ruin our friendship."

"But this BOB thing is getting old." Stacy said. She knew I knew that this was her battery operated boyfriend. We had this joke for years.

"Need some new batteries perhaps? Let me help you out there. Get it for me and I'll change the batteries."

"Very funny guy. I can quite do that myself, thank you," Stacy said, giving me one of those looks.

"You know Stace, it's just hard for guys to compete with complicated female sexuality. You have access to the equipment 24/7, and guys have to figure that shit out."

"Perhaps. Guys are simple, right? Just a quick screw and you are happy, is that it?"

"I'd take that now, that's for sure. But we're not all pigs, you know."

"I wouldn't know. I just always knew I love women. That's my destiny, I guess."

"I love women too. And I love you Stace. I'm going to bed. See you tomorrow."

"Good night Jace. And I love you. You're my best friend."

And so it went for a few months in our new lives in the big city. One weekend, some friends from work were going out and about 10 of us went out to a jazz club. One of the women in our group named Chris brought a friend, Megan. Now Megan was quite the looker. Blonde, curvy and dressed to show off all her assets. Short skirt, boots, sleeveless blouse with some exposed cleavage. 

I tried with some success to sit near her. Chris and I work together, and so it seemed natural that we hang out. And luckily since Megan knew just a couple people in the group, that she sit near us too. And even more lucky, Megan and I seemed to hit it off. We talked, laughed, listened to the music and had some drinks. She had this habit of reaching out and touching my arm when she made a comment, or leaned in close to talk over the music. It was very sexy. And she smelled so good. I was definitely attracted to her and wanted to ask her out.

Which I did after the party broke up and she said yes! 

I told Stacy of course, and she was very happy for me. She asked me all about her and I couldn't stop talking about how she looks and how we talked effortlessly about things and how she agreed to go out with me the next night. Stacy said she'd love to meet her and I told her I might bring her by after dinner the next night.

We made plans to go to dinner the next night, and what a night we had. An Italian dinner that I knew nearby was outstanding. Great food, abundant Chianti and then a stroll afterwards, arm in arm. Again, Megan looked fabulous. Again with a skirt and blouse, heels and cascading hair down her shoulders that she played with when she talked. 

I told her about Stacy and that she was my roommate, and that she was gay. I wanted Megan to know that she wasn't my girlfriend, but best friend for years. So we wound our way back to our apartment and Stacy wasn't home.

"Would you care to stay for a drink then? I'm sorry Stacy isn't around. Perhaps she'll be home later. I'd love for you to meet her."

"Sure Jason. That'll be great. What do you have?"

"We have a pretty well stocked bar. Do you want a drink drink, or wine perhaps?"

"How about a night cap drink. Do you have brandy?"

"Sure do. I traveled to France in college, and spent time in the area that specializes in brandy, so we do have a couple good choices. Let me pick one out for us."

"Sounds good. Tell me about your time in France."

I picked out a nice Corvoisier brandy and we sat on the sofa and chatted more, sipping our drinks and shared our histories and family stories. She was just so nice and easy to talk to and pretty to look at. I couldn't believe my good fortune having this beautiful woman in my apartment.

"Excuse me for a moment Jason. I need to use the ladies room."

"Down the hall and to the left." I stood, and pointed the way.

While she was gone, I dimmed the lights a bit, put on some classical music and hoped she was thinking what I was thinking.

"Hmmmm, what have we here? Are you trying to seduce me Jason?" Megan asked softly, returning to the living room. I wasn't sure, but it seemed as if there was a button more open in her blouse.

"That's a distinct possibility my dear Megan. You are a beautiful woman and I would love to kiss you." Megan walked slowly towards me and we looked at each other, both emboldened by the evening and a bit of the brandy, and I smelled the intoxicating aroma of her perfume, and the brandy on her breath.

"Well, what's stopping you then?" She whispered rather rhetorically, and closed her eyes just before we kissed. It was tentative at first, our hands around each other's shoulders, and then after a couple moments of the most incredible first kiss I've ever had, we leaned apart, looked into each other's eyes, and smiled.

"That was a great kiss," Megan said, again allowing me to inhale her scent and caress her hair.

"Shall we sit?" I edged us towards the sofa again, and we sat down, this time much closer than just before.

I put my arm around her and drew her nearer so we could kiss again. Her lips and her touch were electric. I know it had been a while, but she was so incredibly feminine and the combination of the dinner, the drinks and her smell got to me. We kissed again, a bit more firmly and I felt her tongue at my lips. Her hands drew my face to her and we spent the next 10 minutes kissing like teenagers. I broke apart to breathe and to kiss her ears and her most wonderful and sensuous neck.

"Oh god...Jason...that feels so good. It's been a long while since I've been with a man like you. So kind and smart and funny"

I just murmured my agreement and kissed and bit her neck, trying to find the most sensual place on her body. We were both breathing quite hard and I wanted to find more and more erotic zones on this wonderful creature. I kissed my way back up to her mouth and we hungrily devoured each others' mouths in lust-filled kisses.

Then we heard the door open, and Stacy walked in. I'm sure we looked a bit of a mess, and the atmosphere in the room was quite apparent.

"Hey Stacy...I wanted you to meet Megan." I said, in a rush.

"Hi Megan, nice to meet you." They shook hands and I tried to make like nothing happened, though I don't know that I needed to explain anything.

"Sorry to have interrupted you guys...I'll just head off to my room," Stacy said, with a knowing look and a wink to me as she sashayed down the hall.

"Well, that was a rather awkward first greeting," Megan said, obviously a bit embarrassed by this introduction.

"Oh, don't worry. We'll get to talk with her later. Where were we then?" I asked, reaching out to stroke her hair and leaned in for another kiss.

"Wait Jason. What if she walks in again?"

"She won't. We'll be fine." I kissed her neck and nibbled at her ear. I felt the mood returning and hoped that Stacy's entrance wasn't a total deal breaker.

"That's were we were I think. Keep doing that Jason. That feels so fine. Mmmmm..." Megan moaned in my ear.

I caressed her arm while biting softly at her neck and down to her collar bone. I felt goose bumps on her arm and reached to feel her breast, hoping not to get stopped. Instead she pushed into my hand and moaned again as I felt her soft, full breast. Her hand came to mine but not to pull me away but to draw me in and pulled me harder to her chest.

I kissed her soft lips again and she ran her hands over my chest and arms and hair. Now it was my turn to moan as she touched my body.

"Jason..." she whispered, short of breath."

"Yes."

"I have to tell you something."

"What?" I said, kissing her neck some more. God, she had an incredible neck.

"It's that time of the month for me...we can't...um..."

"It's ok...there's other things we can do, right?" I looked at her smiling and caressed her breasts, feeling her nipple through her scanty bra.

"That's true. Most guys are kind of grossed out and done with that issue."

"That's too bad...but I happened to be turned on and I know there are some things that we could find that would be almost as fun."

"I think so too...I get so horny sometimes with the hormones. And this is one of those times."

"I think that's good...very good." I reached forward to unbutton her blouse and she sat back and smiled and looked at me with a lusty grin. "God, you're so beautiful Megan. I can't believe you're single. Any guy would kill to be with you."

"You're so kind...I guess you're the lucky guy tonight. And I think I'm the lucky girl."

I exposed her chest and she helped me the next step releasing the front clasp of her bra..

"Now that's convenient. Saves me fumbling in the back." I sat mesmerized as the flesh of her firm tits came into view and I reached to hold the weight of them in my hands and stroked the soft skin on the sides and undersurface. Megan sat back and looked down at my hands on her and then back to me, her eyes now half open.

I felt her nipples harden further under my hands at their exposure to the air and to my touch. I stroked them softly and marveled at her beauty. I leaned forward and kissed the top of one breast and kept my hand on the other, squeezing, pulling and caressing her nipple. I kissed my way down to her nipple on the other side and heard her moan louder in my ear as I took it into my mouth and sucked, softly at first and then harder, struggling not to bite as I wanted. Her hand wrapped behind my head and her fingers kneaded my neck and pulled me to her wanting body.

I let my other hand go further south and felt her legs and pulled up her skirt, exposing her bare thigh above her stocking. Her legs parted and I felt the heat emanating from her core. I stroked her bare inner thighs, still sucking on her nipple, trying to find the right pressure and location that would elicit the most response from her. She was very telling in her moans and words in my ear, telling me, 'oh yes...right there...just like that...keep doing that...oh god...' That was pure music to my ears as I continued to tease her and held off going right for the goods.

I stopped for a moment to let her catch her breath, and continued to stroke her thighs.

"Why are you stopping Jason? Please...don't stop"

"Oh, I'm not stopping. I'm just taking in all this. You are so incredible, how you smell, how you feel and how lucky I am."

"Please continue to show me then..." She hungrily pulled my face and mouth to her neck and breasts as my hand brushed up against her panties. That elicited another strong moan and she slid down on the sofa to give me better access.

I let my thumb caress her outer lips and felt her wetness, still sucking on her tits. I slid her panties aside to stroke her pussy and she was so incredibly wet. She was breathing shallow, short breaths as my fingers probed and caressed her center.

"Oh god...there...more...right there...yes!" She said, as my finger found her clit which was protruding proudly and aching for attention. I knew she didn't probably want any penetration going on, but she was so aroused by what I was doing that I thought she would come any minute.

I continued to rub her clit and suck on her nipple as she was grabbing my head with one hand and squeezing my arm with the other that was behind my back. 

I continued to do what I was doing and she held my head to her tits and her other hand held tight to my wrist, as if I was going to stop doing what I was doing. I held her lips open with a couple fingers and with the other softly stroked her clit slowly and gently and then alternatively circling around, trying to find exactly what and where she liked it. And sure enough, I found the right move.

"Oh yes...there...like that...there...yes...yes..." she moaned and I knew she was close. I didn't stop doing anything that I was doing and then in a few more moments of this same thing which she clearly liked, she came with a cry. I could barely breathe, being smothered by her incredible tits and her legs squeezed together trapping my hand to her spasming pussy. I held her there as she came and kissed my way up her neck to her face and mouth, holding her tightly as she climaxed and then calmed, feeling her breathing return to normal.

"Oh god Jason...that was so needed you don't know, especially when I'm having my period. But I was just so horny and you just made me feel so special..." She was tearing a bit from the emotion, I guess having a good orgasm plus the hormones of her cycle. 

I held her close and told her how beautiful she was and how turned on she made me and how I loved making her come like that. After a few minutes, she relaxed her grasp and said, "Now perhaps there is something I can do for you?" She looked at me with that lusty look again and ran her hand over my chest and arms.

"Now what might that be dear lady?" I asked, still stroking her hair and taking in the sight of her state of partial dress and hoping she was thinking what I was thinking.

"Seems I can think of something to repay the favor," she said, reaching for my thighs and stroked my legs. "You've been a very good boy and good boys get rewards."

"I like rewards."

"I think you'll like this one." She reached for my groin and at the touch of her hand to my hard cock, it was my turn to moan into her ear. "What do we have here? Is this the kind of reward you had in mind," she asked, rather rhetorically, stroking my hardness, feeling my length, gauging my erection. The first touch of her hand on me was just electric and I could hardly speak.

"Definitely...oh Megan...it's been a long time for me too."

"Just relax dear Jason. I think I know what might make you feel better." With one deft hand, she started to unbuckle my belt and then pulled the other hand from behind my back and sat sideways to me so she could open my pants and then she reached one hand inside my pants and felt my cock through my briefs.

I gasped again at the feel of her hands one layer closer to the skin of my aching cock. She caressed there more until I was almost going to come right then.

"Anxious, aren't we?" she said softly, seeing a spot of wetness emerge through the cloth of my underwear. "Would it be better if we got these off?" She reached her hand under the waistband of my shorts and I raised my hips off the sofa so she could pull them off some. She still hadn't touched my cock directly and I was so close to coming it wasn't funny. "Now that's better". She stroked my inner thighs and held my balls with one hand, feeling them tight with need. "What a beautiful cock dear Jason...so hard...so ready..." She kept talking softly to me, staring at my cock and I too was staring at her hands nearing my cock.

"Please...Megan...please..." I began to beg.

"Please what Jason? Tell me..."

"Touch me...please"

"You mean here?" she said as she stroked my thighs and balls.

"Yes...and..."

"Or here?" she said, as she drew her fingertips starting at the base of my cock, pointing straight up to the ceiling. "Or here?" she said, painfully slowly inching towards the tip of my cock. "Or like this?" she said, finally encircling my cock with her hand, softly yet firmly making strokes up and down.

"Oh yes...like that...that's good. It's not going to take long Megan..."

"It might take a little while. I'm rather enjoying this." She started stroking firmly up and down my cock with one hand at a time, and then both hands at the same time, as if to size my length by how much of the tip stuck out as both hands grasped side by side.

"I can't take it much longer...that feels so good...your hands are so soft, so good...god...please"

"Begging now are we? I like when I can make a man beg with just my hands."

First, both hands went up and down, alternating. Then each hand one at a time going up, and then both hands on the down stroke. I was panting and starting to sweat. This woman knew how to give a hand job. Then she stopped stroking up and down and used only the tip of her thumb at the sensitive tip and just stroked there. That was so crazy I could hardly stand it.

"Oh god...that's amazing." I gasped.

"Feels good there? Like this?" She was really studying what I liked best. She kept stroking the groove on the undersurface of my cock until I was positively squirming and leaking. She kept taking the drops that came out and rubbed them into the skin at the tip of my cock, creating the most pleasurable friction imaginable. Her other hand was stroking my balls, gauging my arousal and encouraging my impending climax.

She resumed stroking at a deliberate rhythm, not a fast jerk off, but a knowing build towards an inevitable end. Her strokes were firm and steady, and she looked up at me and I at her, as she knew my orgasm was close.

"It's close, isn't it? I can tell...you can come now Jason...come for me...I want to see you come," she said breathlessly, watching my face intently and I struggled to keep my eyes open staring at her hand slowly and firmly stroking my cock, getting ready to explode. That combined with her words edging me on set me over the edge. I came hard, shooting my cum up to my shoulder and chest, and then the next spurts landing with an audible sound onto my stomach and then lower down and my orgasm subsided, coating her hand with my hot fluid.


Best Friend Stacy Ch. 02



Though this story is good standing alone, please read part 1 to get a better understanding of the relationships and history leading up to these events.

*

Things changed a bit for all of us after that night, and it was all for the better. Stacy and Trish were so intimate and more openly affectionate. The girls hung around the apartment all the time and Trish was virtually living with us. And there was significantly more casual nudity and more openly sexual conversations.

Stacy and Trish continued to go to the gym together and I must say they were looking quite hot. Stacy was never a prude and there was still a healthy friendship between her and me. But she more frequently went nude from her bedroom to the bathroom and enjoyed me looking at her, in spite of the fact that she was a very dedicated lesbian.

Trish on the other hand seemed to take more and more pleasure in being more of an open exhibitionist rather than the quiet one I took her to be merely weeks prior. And I'm sure by now Stacy had told Trish of my fantasies of seeing two women together and more so being with two women. But we all knew this was never going to happen because Stacy and I were best friends, not to mention Stacy was into women.

One night when Stacy and I were hanging out, Trish was back at her place, and she said,

"I want to thank you again Jace, for making that night with Trish so incredible. She has been so threatened by men and hurt by men. And I know she is not going to be my life partner. She is just coming out of her shell and we really care about each other."

"I know Stace. Trish is a wonderful person and you two have a great relationship together. I'm sorry if she is not going to be your life mate though."

"I felt bad for a while too, but now I understand and we understand each other. We're honest with each other and so there's just room to grow and to love."

"You do love her don't you?"

"Yes I do. She has taught me so much about what it means to love someone and to give without needing anything for ones' self. I want her to be happy and she wants me to be happy. And so it's not selfish. It would be too selfish and ignorant of me to think she is going to change and give up men totally, for one thing."

"I can see that."

"That's what made me come up with that plan the other night."

"It was quite the naughty plan though Stace...you assumed I would go along. Was I wrong?"

"I think you know that I had a pretty good time."

"Yeah, I thought it would be fun for you too. Trish is pretty sexy, huh?"

"It was way more than just fun Stace...it was beyond a doubt the most erotic and sensual experience I've ever had."

"I'm glad Jace...I wanted it to be fun for you and Trish. And it was pretty erotic for me too. It was the first time I've ever seen anyone just fuck, other than on a video."

"So you watch porn to, huh Stace?"

"Guilty. Just here and there. Mostly girl-girl stuff, which is way more sexy that the wham-bam fake orgasm and come-in-my-face stuff guys dig. Probably not as much as you though."

"Ha ha. Funny girl."

"Can I tell you something else Jace?"

"Sure."

"It was really sexy seeing you fuck Trish."

"It was really sexy for me too."

"No, I mean it was the first time I've ever seen a cock up close and definitely the first time I've seen anyone screw. And I think yours is quite sexy. That's a lot coming from a lesbian too."

"Well thanks Stace. I've always thought you are sexy too. If you were into guys, I'd do you. And seeing you with Trish and then us making her crazy like that was just out of this world erotic."

"Trish had a really good time. She needs a man every now and then. I realize that my BOB isn't enough for her. I am hoping she would get over her fear and that you would convince her that there are good men out there. That's my gift to her even though I know she will eventually leave me."

Stacy said this, very seriously and with a slight teary look in her eye.

"That's very loving of you Stace. And that will indeed be your gift. Teaching her that love can be selfless. She will always love you and remember you for that."

"But in the meantime, we are having such fun, aren't we Jace?"

"Indeed we are, Stace. Indeed we are."

One day the next week, Stacy had to be out of town for a few days with a job out of town. Trish texted me and asked me if I was free for dinner. She wanted to cook me a special dinner. I accepted and we agreed that she come over at about 7 that night.

She surprised me with a wonderful dinner of some spicy Mediterranean chicken dish with vegetables and rice, with a Greek wine that was just delicious. I helped clean up and we just chatted and talked about all kinds of things sitting on the sofa. We also talked about Stacy and how crazy Stacy was about Trish. Trish knew of Stacy's feelings and I told her that though Stacy loved her, she knew that Trish was meant to be in a more 'traditional' relationship.

"I feel sad about this Jason. I know Stacy loves me and I do truly love her too. But someday I want to be with a man and have a family and all that."

"She knows that Trish. She still loves you and wants to enjoy your time together."

"She's a wonderful woman, isn't she Jason."

"She sure is. She knows the score and it sounds like you guys are honest with each other."

"I think we are. We have such a good time together, and she has taught me so much, about love and also about sex." She said that with a big smile, clearly thinking of the times that they've had together.

"Sounds like you guys have quite a bit of that, huh?"

"Now we do. I trust her and that's a big part of me enjoying sex."

"I can see that."

"And there's nothing like a woman's touch, especially when I've been with such jerks."

"It's hard to compete with that, since you girls know a bit more intimately what a woman needs, and have all the access to the equipment all the time."

"You made me feel special too Jason. I loved how you were so kind and gentle with me. Having Stacy there made it so incredible, so exciting...feeling all your hands on me and then being so turned on by Stacy driving me crazy with her hands and her words. And then knowing you were watching was the added fuel to that fire."

"I won't lie...you are a very sexy and beautiful woman Trish. That was the most incredible encounter I've ever had."

"I love being with Stacy. She makes me so crazy and makes me come so much. Sometimes, she goes down on me and makes me come 3 or 4 times in a row, and then after a break, will do me again until I can't even think straight."

Now that was some imagery that got my juices flowing more than just a bit.

"That's pretty crazy Trish. I've heard a bit of that here and there."

"Sorry Jason...I try to be quiet and not to bother you. But sometimes, I just can't keep quiet."

"It's ok Trish. I rather enjoy the aural show."

"You mean the hearing 'aural' and not the mouth 'oral', right?"

"Yeah, right. I haven't been privy to the other oral show...yet."

"Maybe one day, we'll let you watch."

"Maybe I can learn a thing or two."

I was squirming a bit more in the seat, getting pretty excited with this conversation because it stirred up very distinct memories and visions from the night just a short time ago.

"You like that image, huh?"

"Guilty."

"I know you like to watch. Like most guys, right?"

"Yes for me, and probably true for most guys."

"That's why you're always looking down my shirt and peeking in our room?"

"Well, it's a bit hard not to. You both are so sexy."

"Can I ask you something else Jason?"

"Sure Trish. Anything."

"Well, Stacy and I were talking the other day..."

Somehow she became nervous.

"Ok...go on."

"Well...speaking about the oral thing..."

"Yeah."

"Well...ummm...I was wondering if you would teach me something?"

"What is it Trish. Ask me."

"OK. I want to learn how to give a good blow job. There. I said it."

Trish looked at me nervously, not unlike how Stacy was looking at Trish a few weeks ago when she spilled her beans about being gay. I could tell she was excited but nervous at my response.

"Wow Trish. That's pretty wild. I guess coming from you guys, nothing much surprises me. And Stacy knows?"

"Yeah, she does. And I trust you Jason. That makes a big difference to me. And I'm not completely without experience. It's just that I don't know exactly what to do or how to do it."

"Stacy is not going to be jealous or anything?"

"No. Like I said, she knows and wants me to be happy and to experience different things. And we very much trust you and know you wouldn't do anything to hurt me. I'm a good learner and I'll make it worth your while."

"I'm game Trish. You don't need to do much more of a sales job."

"Well, that didn't take much convincing, did it?"

"Well, I'm a guy after all. Who am I to turn down a blow job from a beautiful woman."

"How about now? No time like the present. Looks like you already have a bit of a start in the arousal process," Trish said, indicating the prominent bulge in my pants.

"Like I said, how can I not get excited when talking about sex with a gorgeous woman."

"I can see that. And I got a pretty good look the other day when you were inside of me. Not that you need it, but perhaps this will help matters." Trish said, and while looking into my eyes, slowly unbuttoned her blouse.

"That's not necessary, but if you want the proper lesson, that's the right start." She kept opening her blouse and then shed it from her shoulders, exposing those wonderful breasts covered by her lacy bra. I could plainly see her nipples poking through the translucent fabric.

"Guys like the visual, you said, right? And where should I sit for best access," Trish asked me a bit shyly.

"How about right here in front of me," I opened my legs and slid forward on the sofa and guided her on her knees in front of me.

"You like the woman to be submissive like this then?"

"Perhaps something like that. And if you're comfortable, it's very visually stimulating for the guy to look at what the lady is doing."

"And now let me get started. I know this much," Trish said, eyes lowering to open my belt and to slide my pants down and off my legs. 

"Slowly now Trish. Make a little production about exposing more."

"I see." She stroked her hands around my thighs and stomach, trying hard to ignore my 7" cock bulging against my briefs. 

"You look so sexy Trish," I said softly, reaching out to stroke her bare shoulder and her hair. She continued to caress my legs and inching ever closer to my cock.

"And I've been thinking of doing this for weeks." She then looked up at me with lust-filled, sexy brown eyes and ran her fingers up and down the length of my cock through the fabric of my underwear.

"Now you can take them off," I told her. She slowly inched her fingers under the waistband of my underwear and lifted them away from my bulging cock. I raised my hips so she could slide them off me.

"Now the real lesson Jason?" 

"Something like that...what do I do first?" Trish asked, though I was not convinced that she was as inexperienced as she made out to be. But she wanted some specific directions.

"Start stroking it Trish. Softly, with your fingers, up and down, pay attention to this spot right here," I said guiding her fingers to the sensitive groove on the undersurface.

"Is this where it feels the best?"

"Yes, right there Trish. All men like different pressure, but that's the most sensitive spot. Like a woman's clit I think." She was indeed an avid student and kept stroking and touching my cock, sometimes firm, sometimes soft, sometimes fast, but always looking up at me gauging my response and my likes.

"It's leaking Jason. You're leaking."

"That's a good sign Trish...just priming the pump."

"Funny Jason. I think I'm the one pumping here."

"Now lean in Trish, and start kissing up and down, licking all around."

"Like this?" she said, in between licking the head of my cock and then up and down the shaft, burying her head at the spot between my legs.

"Oh yeah, Trish, that's good...that's very good."

"And what about here like this?" she said, softly licking my balls.

"Oh, that's good too Trish."

She spent the next 15 minutes just licking up and down, not yet taking me fully into her wet mouth. I was panting and gazing down at her with lust-filled eyes.

"Now Trish...please start taking my cock into your mouth," I began to beg just a little.

She looked up at me as her mouth slowly open and then encircled the head of my cock. And the feeling of my mouth finally entering her open, wet mouth elicited a groan from deep within me. He lips tried to smile a little, but her mouth filled with my cock and only her wonderful sexy eyes smiled up at me.

"That's incredible Trish...I think you're getting the hang of it."

I felt her tongue swirl around my cock as she lowered her mouth half way, and then starting moving up and down, with her hand stroking firmly yet softly at the base.

"Trish...that's unbelievable...keep doing that...just like that...."

Again, she looked up at me and did that funny smile, holding my gaze and just licking the head that was still in her mouth while her hand stroked me. She raised her mouth off me after a few minutes and said, "I think you're liking this, huh Jason? I can feel you throbbing in my mouth and in my hand." With that, she squeezed my cock and lowered her mouth to the task she was quickly getting quite good at.

"A bit more like that, and I'll be coming for sure...I'll warn you though." She just nodded her head and kept doing exactly what she was doing, needing very little more instruction or directions. Just as I was getting close to coming a couple times, she would stop and just look down at my cock, aching, red and ready to burst.

"I'm not sure how much more I can take Trish...I need to come soon...you're driving me so crazy!"

"That's good Jason. That's good. One more thing to ask though," she asked, looking up at me and softly stroking the sensitive groove with her thumb, wet with her saliva. The friction and touch was merciless but not enough to get me off.

"Anything Trish...please..."

"Well, Jason...you see it's like this..." she said, again taking a moment to suck my cock again for a few moments, getting me closer and closer to what I so desperately needed. "Since the other day with Stacy, she's remarked a few times—with the proper persuasion of course—at how sexy it was to see this lovely cock here screwing me."

"Uh huh," was all that I could manage.

"So I began to think, that perhaps she would indeed like a try of a real cock. And of course yours came immediately to mind," she continued, again taking a moment to suck me deep into her mouth, firmly wrapping her tongue around the head a few times before removing my glistening shaft from her mouth.

Still not being able to think clearly where she was going with this, another uh huh was about all I could say.

"So would you Jason? Would you help me with my plan to give Stacy her first real cock? Your cock?" She was now liking up at me cautiously, gauging my response, while still attending to her manual ministrations on my wet, bursting cock.

It finally dawned on me what she was asking, and my eyes lit up with the request.

"What!? Are you kidding? You want me to screw Stacy? My best friend? And my gay friend?"

"Don't get all crazy on me now...I've got a plan that I think will work, and will be very fun."

"I can't do that Trish. You know that." I know I wasn't thinking all that straight, seeing as how more blood was in my engorged cock that flowing to my male brain.

As I said these last few words, Trish's head bent to take my cock into her mouth and apply firm sucking pressure. She had a compelling argument going on here and I was losing my rational thought process.

She kept sucking my cock deeply in and out of her mouth and I was nearing my climax. I looked down at the top of her head, hair cascading over my thighs and her red lips surrounding my cock deeply embedded in her mouth. How was any reasonable man to say no to anything with this going on? Her hands left me for a moment, as she reached back to unclasp her bra and she raised up just enough to slide it off her arms and off her body.

"Does this help at all Jason? You like these, don't you? I know you keep looking at my boobs." She said this, again resuming stroking me, nearing my orgasm but she wasn't doing enough to make me come. My cock was between her tits and her gorgeous breasts were swaying softly under their weight and with the stroking motion of her hand on me. I reached out with both hands to hold them and feel their weight and the hard nipples pressed into my palms.

"Trish...please..." I moaned, with a pain of the dilemma of her request and the extent of my arousal.

"Please what Jason? Tell me what you want and I'll do it?"

She started sucking me again in earnest, and then just before I came, she stopped.

I could only groan.

"I'll tell you what. Here's my offer. She said, altogether too calmly, given my precarious situation. "You can come anywhere you want to. Anywhere. Just tell me what you want. I'll bet you want to come on my tits, don't you, you dirty boy? She stroked my aching cock a bit faster, knowing full well that I was so painfully near a whopping orgasm. I could only gaze down at her hand stroking me and her tits hovering just inches from the head of my cock. "That's what you want, isn't it?"

I just nodded.

"And I'll throw in one more perk...you keep giving me these lessons, say three times a week until I can work out the event. How's that? How can you turn that down Jason? You get to come of my face, on my neck and on my tits. And you get a blow job at least three times a week for who knows how long?"

Her argument was without fault. I nodded again.

"Is that a yes? Will you go along with my plan?"

"Yes...please Trish..."

"Oh good Jason! That's awesome! I've got some naughty plans for us, you know. But now, let me finish this job here." She resumed her sucking and this time I knew she was going to mercifully let me come. The cum had been building in my balls for a long time now and she was expertly applying the pressure and rhythm in all the right places.

"Trish...I'm coming..." I barely was able to get out as my orgasm hit me like a ton of bricks. She withdrew my cock from her mouth and stroked me as my cum shot out of my cock, hitting her in the cheek, then her neck and then her breasts, coating them with my hot, white fluid. She took me into her mouth again for the last few spurts and held my cock there as my orgasm subsided, feeling her tongue and lips work the last drops of my orgasm into her belly.

"Did I do a good job for lesson one Jason?"

"Oh god Trish...I think you're a lot better than you give yourself credit for."

"Thank you Jason. And thank you for agreeing to my plan."

"Trish...that's a risky plan. Stacy and I are best friends and I don't want things to get messy."

"Don't worry Jason. I know what I'm doing. And it's not going to get messy, at least not emotionally messy," she said, indicating at her dripping wet neck and chest. I marveled once again at her full tits, coated with my cum and watched as she took the one hand not wrapped around my throbbing cock and scooped the dripping fluid from her neck and tits and took them to her mouth. "Ummmm...you taste good Jason. So good. Almost good as a pussy..."

"Wow. You are so crazy. Stacy has turned you into a wanton exhibitionist sex maniac."

"Maybe she has at that. And I'm really having more fun that I ever thought."

She stood up, gathered her clothes and walked to the bathroom. "Don't forget our deal now Jason," were the last words she said, as I contemplated what just happened. 




Best Friend Stacy Ch. 02



Stacy returned home the next day and we hung out together as a threesome and had a great time. We cooked, drank, watched movies and laughed like crazy at all kinds of dumb things. We even did laundry and had fun making jokes at each other's underwear.  

A couple days later, Trish had spent the night, and early one morning I was lying awake just thinking about the dilemma I faced with Stacy and also thinking about the two times I'd been with Trish and how she turned me on so much. Of course, I have my morning wood going on, and was also thinking if Trish would indeed fulfill her end of the bargain.

Sure enough, I heard a gentle knock on my door, which then opened slightly and I saw Trish poke her head in. "You awake?" she asked softly.

"Yeah...what's up Trish?"

"Can I come in for a minute?"

"Sure, c'mon in."

She came in wearing that short, sexy silk robe she'd taken to wear around the apartment, and sat on the side of the bed.

"I have my plan worked out Jason. You still in?"

"I guess so. I gave you my word."

"I know...it was a bit, um, coerced under the circumstances, she smiled.

"You made a very compelling argument."

"And I gave you a bargain too. I was wondering if I could make good on my share of the bargain?"

"Oh, don't worry about that Trish."

"No...a deal's a deal." With that, she pulled the sheets down and exposed my naked body and sporting a major early morning erection.

"Sleeping in the buff and my...aren't we all ready now. And I just got here," she said, eyeing my hard on.

"It's just one of those mornings..."

"Were you getting ready to masturbate? Or were you doing it already?"

"Well, sort of..." I said, a bit embarrassed at being 'almost' caught.

"Go ahead then...let me watch a minute."

"Huh?"

"I want to watch." She slipped off her robe and let me gaze at her full breasts. "This helps you, doesn't it?"

"It sure does." I started stroking my cock slowly, imminently more aroused with her naked body next to mine and her looking down at me.

"Is that how you do it? Is that how you would make yourself come?"

"Well mostly...it isn't that complicated, you know."

I kept up stroking my cock, watching her watching me. 

"That's very sexy Jason. I like watching you stroke yourself, watching you jerk off," she said, testing the waters with her words too.

"It's way sexier with you here too. This may not take too long Trish."

"Well, don't get too carried away yet. I have my deal to follow through." With that, she leaned down and took the head of my cock into her mouth as I stroked.

"Oh god," I moaned at the feel of her lips against my hard cock, already way stimulated. "That's way better than just my hand."

She knelt down on the floor at the side of my bed, and still watched me stroking my cock. "I've been practicing something else Jason...wanna see?"

"What's that Trish?"

"Let me show you." She wrapped her hand around my hand and took me into her mouth again, doing that erotic tongue swirl she did so well the other day. I groaned at the feel of her tongue, and then she kept dipping her head lower and lower, pushing my hand away with her hand and she took me fully into her mouth so her lips were against the skin of my lower stomach. Now that was a hell of a sight.

"Oh god Trish...that's wild...so deep." She held me there and I felt her mouth and tongue pressed against my cock as I throbbed in her throat.

"You like that?" she said, slowly taking my cock from her mouth. "I've figured out how to deal with the gag reflex thing."

"Now that's a skill Trish...let me feel it again," I said. She smiled, and again took me fully into her mouth, slowly inch by inch devouring my cock.

"Oh Trish...so good...that's so good..." She started sucking me up and down, wrapping her fingers around the shaft of my cock and stroked me when her mouth let up on me. "I'm going to come Trish...gonna come in a minute," I groaned in warning of my impending release.

She just nodded and kept doing what she was doing. In a minute, I exploded in her mouth and I could see her trying to swallow the cum that shot into her mouth. I groaned and tried to be as quiet as I could. Her mouth kept milking the shooting liquid until my orgasm subsided and she just held me there for a few moments.

"Now how was that?"

"That was amazing Trish...you're a very avid student. That was a good lesson two."

"So my plan is still cooking. More to come!" she said, smiling at her pun while she pulled her robe back on and softly padded out of my room. This was quite the crazy sex-filled girlfriend that Stacy had brought into our lives. I could only imagine what the plan was that she was cooking.



Best Friend Stacy Ch. 03



I still had no idea about the specifics of the plan that Trish was hatching trying to get her gay friend and my long-time best friend to agree to what was essentially getting fucked by a man. By me! But I can assure you that the next couple weeks was filled with some seriously good oral sex.

After the first two times Trish gave me the blow jobs that she promised to seal her deal, I sensed that she wasn't as inexperienced as she made herself out to be. She could tease and arouse and stimulate as well as anyone. True, she may have had some bad luck with the few men previously in her life. And perhaps the fact that she trusted me helped her be open and experiment, but she certainly didn't lack for skill or enthusiasm. And I was pretty sure Stacy didn't know of this ongoing deal, so I couldn't talk about this with her.

One evening, Trish called and asked if one of us could come pick her up from a town about 10 miles away because she felt afraid of the buses there. Stacy was a bit under the weather and asked if I would go. 

So I drove out to the suburbs and found Trish, and we started driving home. After a couple minutes of small talk, Trish said, "Do you want to hear the details of my plan Jason?"

"I'm still worried Trish." Perhaps my participation was unfairly solicited.

"Don't be Jason. It'll be just fine." As she said this, she unbuckled her seat belt and slid next to me on the bench seat of my truck. She caressed my ear and reached her hand down to the front of my shorts, and then started stroking my bare thighs. "How about another lesson Jason? What else can you teach me about the art of fellatio?"

"I think you're doing pretty well Trish. You know you don't have to do this."

"I know. But I really want to. I like to." She then felt my cock, starting to harden at her touch and with her whispering sexily into my ear. "Ooohhh...not hard yet Jason? Well, let's take care of that. I've wanted to feel you grow hard in my mouth. That would be a good thing for this lesson." She quickly undid the belt and opened my shorts and I pulled my hips up to let her slide my pants down just a little. Without further preamble, she took my cock fully in her mouth and held my deeply as my cock quickly swelled in her hot, wet mouth.

"Oh Trish...that's crazy...feels so good."

"Uh huh," was all she mumbled, not removing my cock from her mouth. I could feel her tongue around and around and within a couple minutes, I was hard and pulsing in her mouth.

"I am driving, don't forget Trish...wouldn't want to have an accident now."

"That's ok Jason...just keep your eyes on the road and I'll keep my mouth here," she said, stopping only to say this and resumed sucking and stroking my hard on.

I stroked her hair and felt her lips surrounding my cock. Luckily the traffic was light and it was now dark outside. "Trish, that's incredible. It isn't going to take me long like this."

"Ummmm..." was all she could say, clearly not stopping until her task was done.

As we got nearer to the apartment, I was looking for a secluded place to park for a few minutes, so I wouldn't crash the car and I could finish without some passerby looking in the window. No sooner than I found a church parking lot to stop, than Trish doubled her efforts and had me coming in her mouth, filling her with gobs of hot, sticky cum.

"Oh god Trish...that was pretty amazing."

"You can come so quickly...you're so easy. Nothing to coming in, what? 10 minutes?" Trish smiled, looking up at me with a drop of white fluid at the corner of her mouth, which I wiped from her lips, lest she show up at the apartment with a come stain on her face. She sucked my finger saying, "got it all now didn't I?"

"Yes you did...crazy..."

"Now, let's go home." I drove a couple more minutes and parked a short walk to the apartment. I did notice Trish took a quick sip of wine when we got there, smiling at me, not wanting to kiss Trish with the taste of cum in her mouth. 

Two days later, another early morning knock on my door brought an almost naked Trish into my bedroom.

"Can I come in?"

"Sure...what's up?"

"Well, I'll bet you are," she said, reaching for my crotch and finding an already hard cock. "Does it ever go down?"

"Not when I'm thinking about you and your sexy body and your very good oral skills."

"Well, I have a request for my next lesson."

"What's that?"

"I want you to show me where the prostate is. I read that a prostate orgasm is very intense for a man. And I know that when Stacy and I do some anal stuff, it's pretty wild."

Her hand was kneading my cock through the sheets and then she quickly stood up to remove her robe and slide in the covers with me.

"So you guys do some anal play, huh?"

"Yeah...we've discovered some erogenous zones with that."

Her hand resumed stroking my hard cock and then she kneaded my balls and her fingers were definitely headed towards my ass too. She rested her head on my stomach and I felt her breath on my cock as she stroked me and played with my balls and the skin on my inner thighs. I caressed her back and her hair, and then felt her mouth lower to encircle the head of my cock. I could only groan as she softly did her tongue twirl trick, which made me even harder.

She did this for about 10 minutes, just softly sucking on the head, licking and stroking the shaft of my very hard cock. Then she sat up to kneel between my legs, never taking her hand off my slippery cock. She looked up at me and said, "I brought something."

"What would that be?"

"This." She took a small bottle of some lube from the pocket of her discarded robe at the foot of the bed.

"Prepared, aren't we?"

"Indeed...we use this quite a bit..."

She squeezed some onto her index finger and then slowly slid her finger towards my ass. 

"I haven't done this very much Trish...be careful."

"I will honey....don't worry." She pulled my legs open and pushed her slippery finger inside my ass and I let out a small yell as I felt her finger penetrate me. "Shhhh..."

"Sorry. Just not used to that."

"Tell me where it feels best." Her finger slid further and further into me and I felt the back of her hand against my skin, knowing that she was fully inside me. Now she didn't have big fingers, buy my ass wasn't all that accustomed to anything in there.

"Up towards the front..." I told her, as I felt her finger wiggle and find the sensitive tip of my prostate. "There Trish...that's it...I can feel that...soo good..."

"I can feel that there too Jason. It's a bit different...but I can feel it. Does that make it feel good?"

"Oh yeah...that's good. That's very good." She resumed wiggling her finger giving me a prostate massage.

"And if I did this, it would be better, right?" She said, as she lowered her mouth to my cock and took me deeply into her mouth. The combination of her finger in my ass and her mouth on my cock was incredible and in a matter of moments, I let out another small yell trying like crazy to be quiet, as my orgasm erupted from me and spurted into her warm and awaiting mouth.

"That was incredible Trish...so intense, so different."

"You came a lot Jason...a lot. And I could feel you tighten around my finger when you came. Way sexy."

"You're the way sexy one. I hope I didn't yell too much. I couldn't help it."

"Thanks for lesson three..." she said, slipping on her robe and exiting quietly.

After a week had gone by, I was beginning to wonder if Trish really had this plan for Stacy to get fucked by me. Part of me was hoping it wasn't going to happen and another part of me was anxiously waiting for the plan to hatch. During that time however, Trish didn't disappoint or sway from her promise. 

One quick blow job in the living room while Stacy was showering and another morning visit, each time coming into her waiting mouth was enough to make me think this wasn't going to last forever.

We were cooking together one night, and when Stacy went to the bathroom, Trish said to me, "tonight's the night."

"What do you mean?"

"Dummy...tonight is when I think I can get Stacy into it. She wasn't feeling well last week, and then she was having her period. So tonight."

"What is your plan?"

"When we go to bed, I'm going to get her all worked up and perhaps even a bit tied up. We've talked about doing that for a while, and we haven't done too much in a few days."

"So what do I do?"

"If it works out like I plan, I'll hang a pair of panties on the door when we go to bed. That will be the signal that we're on, and I'll come get you when the time is right."

"Are you still sure that this is going to be ok?"

"Really sure Jason. Trish really wants to, she just talks about it all the time and when she does, she gets so turned on and cums so hard. Trust me...it'll be great."

"Ok...I guess so."

Just then, Stacy came back and we finished cleaning up and went to watch some tv in the living room. I could tell that Stacy and Trish were a bit more amorous than usual. They were cuddling and kissing each other and feeling each other up. It was very hard to concentrate on the tv with these two lovely ladies next to me filling my senses with their sexual arousal. Clearly, they had some needs that needed attention.

Then after the show was over, it was 10 pm, and they stood to head to bed. After a few minutes I walked past Stacy's bedroom, and noticed a pair of panties hanging on the door. I guess we were on! I waited with some trepidation as to how this was all going to take place. But I also couldn't hide my arousal either.

After an hour of jittery waiting, I heard the door to their bedroom open and game on. I waited a few minutes and then went towards the room. As I approached the room, I noticed the room bathed in soft light from candles on either side of the bed. Then right in the middle of the bed was Stacy, tied at 4 corners with each limb secured to a corner. She was quite naked of course, and Trish was laying prone between her legs, clearly delivering a most arousing course of oral pleasure.

When I looked carefully up to Stacy's face, I saw she was also blindfolded. She was moaning softly at the work being done down at her pussy. I saw Trish licking Stacy's pussy and also stroking her clit. Then she switched positions so that her fingers were penetrating the outer part of Stacy's glistening pussy and licking her clit. Her other hand was pulling not all that gently at Stacy's erect nipples. 

"You like that, don't you Stace?" Trish asked, in between licks of her friend's aching clit.

"Yeah babe...that feels good...I taught you well, didn't I?"

"Yeah you did lover...I love your pussy...tastes so good," Trish managed to say, not stopping too long with her ministrations. 

I just stood there watching these two lovely women having giving and receiving such pleasure.

"You're gonna make me come if you keep doing it like that." Stacy moaned, her arousal growing towards an orgasm. I wasn't sure if it was her first of the evening. I suspected that Trish had a long, drawn out tease in mind, and that she was building her up for another event.

"Oh not just yet my dear. I've got some other plans for you tonight," Trish said, slowly turning her head towards me for the first time, acknowledging my presence. I could see the wetness around her mouth, as she smiled me, and then looking down at my cock, bulging from beneath my underwear. 

Then Trish reached to the left of Stacy and pulled out one of their vibrators. It was a long, pink 8" dildo with a smooth head and ribs along the shaft. Rather realistic I suppose. She turned it on to a low setting and rubbed it along Stacy's clit.

"Oh god...Trish...that's so good baby...you know I love that."

"Yeah, I know. But how about this?"

After a moment more of the buzzing device on Stacy's clit, she proceeded to slide it in to Stacy's gaping pussy. The vibrator encountered very little resistance, as her pussy was so wet as it slit all the way into Stacy inch by inch, still humming lightly.

"Oh yeah...that's' good too babe...that's good...." Stacy said softly. I could see her limbs tighten with pleasure, clearly unaccustomed to being bound and unable to see what was happening. She was depending on purely her sense of feel and located at her core. 

"You like that deep inside you don't you Stace?"

"Yeah...so good...deep inside me..." While the shaft was buried deep inside Stacy, Trish was slowly rubbing Stacy's clit with one finger. I couldn't help but stroke my cock watching this lovely Sapphic site before me. There was no rushing, just soft but intense pleasure with communication and talking between the lovers.

"You like that cock inside you, huh"

"Yeah I do..." Stacy continued to moan her pleasure.

"Like that time that Jason was fucking me, huh?"

"Yeah, that was hot Trish...hot seeing his big cock going in and out of you." Trish kept up her motions of moving the vibrator in and out and manipulating her friend's aroused and very wet clit.

"You guys made me so hot...so wet and such a good come for me then."

"Keep going Trish...I need to come so bad...keep doing that thing you do." I could hear the arousal and intensity in her voice, urging her friend's actions with need.

"Wouldn't you like that friend's cock inside you? Don't you think about that every once in a while? You can tell me Stace...tell me you think of that real cock in you like this." Trish was urging her friend to admit something she probably never before admitted.

"Please Trish..." Stacy moaned, clearly nearing her orgasm.

"Please what Stace? You want to come, don't you? You need to come, don't you? It's been a few days, hasn't it my dear horny friend." Trish was urging her on with her words as well as her actions, her other senses dulled by the binds.

"Please Trish...do me...make me come...I need to touch you, to feel you..."

"But you want that cock, don't you? You want that cock inside you."

"Yeah...I do...I want to feel that cock that you had inside you the other day. That was hot..."

"Yeah baby...that was a good cock, wasn't it. Your pussy is so wet, so wanting..."

Trish kept stroking and then again looked at me, and motioned for me to come over to the bed. I knelt on the side of the bed and kept my eyes glued to Stacy's gaping pussy, filled with the 8" plastic cock.

Trish slowly removed that cock and pulled me towards Stacy's supine, helpless body. 

"You can have that if you want it Stace...do you want that cock, even if only for a few minutes?" Trish was urging her lover's admission of need, albeit it under unfair circumstances.

"Yeah baby...I want that cock inside me," Stacy moaned.

"Well, here it is..." Trish said, reaching up to remove Stacy's blindfold to reveal that I was kneeling over her naked form, ready to enter her. Trish and I waited for a few seconds to let the sight register with Stacy, to be sure she wasn't going to totally freak out. And as Stacy's need was near it's peak, and her face showed initial shock that was replaced by acquiescence, Trish reached for my cock and guided it to Stacy's extremely wet and accommodating pussy.

Stacy nodded her head as I slid slowly into her hot cunt. God was she wet and so, so hot. When I was deep inside her, I looked into her eyes with love and watched Stacy's eyes fill with a combination of need and lust. "Oh yes...Jace...only you...it could only be you," she said softly and lovingly. "Feels so good Jace..."

Trish sat beside us and held Stacy's head, stroked her hair and her breasts, pulled on her nipples and then let another hand sneak towards Stacy's pussy, filled with my cock. Her fingers felt her outer lips as my cock slid in and out of her, then stroked her clit as her hands clearly learned how to do.

"I love you Stace...you're not mad?"

"No Jace...I'm not mad...this feels so good, so right...I love feeling you like this. So full." I could see Stacy's arousal rising again as I fucked her slowly and deeply. Trish moved away for a moment to untie each of Stacy's limbs so that Stacy's arms and legs could wrap around me. And so they did and held me to her as we fucked as lovers do.

"Let her lay on top of you," Trish patiently urged. And so we did roll over, Stacy staying buried deep inside of me.

"Oh that's good...that's so good," Stacy moaned, as she rode me up and down, and not nearly so gently as I moved just a few moments earlier. Trish took up a position to our side, so that she could hold Stacy and sroke her hair, her face, her nipples, and also her clit as she bounced up and down. I could also feel Stacy quickly find the rhythm she needed to come, and instinctively ground her pussy against my pubic bone so her clit was rubbing against me.

"Feels good, doesn't it Stace?" Trish whispered into her friend's ear, as she aurally encouraged her friend towards her first male-involved climax. Granted, she was 90% there just moments before. Still, this was definitely a new experience for her. Stacy was looking down at me, her eyes half closed with lust, and her orgasm just seconds away. I could feel her pussy spasm and clench as the combination of senses now awakened hit her. Trish's hands were stroking all over Stacy's excited body and my cock was buried in her pussy. 

"Oh god...I'm coming...I'm coming...now...ahhhh!" she yelled quite loud and now not worried about waking her roommate. Her entire body clenched and wrenched as she leaned forward onto her hands over me at first spasms shook her body, and then she collapsed onto me as the orgasm washed through her body. I held her tight and strained not to come inside her at the same time. It was several minutes until her breathing returned to normal and Trish and I held her calming body, stroking her back, her hair and her face.

"That was nice, wasn't it babe," Trish said finally.

"That was more than nice. That was incredible. I can't believe I was just fucked my a man." Stacy said. "And by my best friend no less."

"I told you once before Stacy...I would do you if you were into men."

"Just because you got in me, doesn't mean I'm suddenly into men," Stacy said, confidently defending her sexuality. 

"But it makes you think a bit, doesn't it?" Trish said, still caressing us both. Meanwhile my cock was still twitching inside Stacy's dripping pussy.

"You didn't come inside of me, did you?" Stacy abruptly said, sitting up a bit, worried that she might get pregnant from this encounter."

"No I didn't...but I'd love to."

"Not on your life mister. Not on your life." Stacy said, partly joking but clearly serious.

"Let me show you what I've learned," Trish interjected. She gently pushed Stacy off me and maneuvered herself between my legs and started sucking on my cock, soaking wet with the juices of our friend's recent orgasm. 

"Now, aren't you the slutty one," Stacy said, watching her friend sucking on my cock.

"I've been practicing a little," Trish admitted, stopping only to say this. Then she resumed her deep throat technique, showing off to both of us.

Now it was Stacy's turn to watch as Trish took no time in finishing me off. I too was moments from coming when Stacy had her turn, and Stacy was stroking my chest and Trish's back and head as it bobbed up and down my aching cock.

"Oh god Trish...just like that...you do that so good....I'm gonna come..." I warned her.

Trish kept my cock in her mouth until the very last minute and now that she knew the warning signs, took my cock away from her mouth and stroked my climax out so that I shot my cum high into the air, landing with audible splats onto my chest a few times, then spurting onto my stomach, finally dripping onto Trish's wet fingers.

"That was way hot you two," Stacy said, clearly enjoying the show before her. "You guys have been planning this for a while, haven't you?"

"It's her fault," I quickly said, pointing to Trish's prone head just inches from my wet cock.




Best Friend Stacy Ch. 03



"Guilty as charged," Trish said, licking the last few drops from my cock. "Two incredible tastes here...your pussy and your come all mixed together," Trish said, relishing the post orgasmic moments.

"Perhaps it's your turn now, eh Trish?" Stacy said. "You've given us an incredible treat, and now we should repay you, don't you think Jace?"

"I think you're right Stace...let's show her how much we appreciate what she has done for us." With that, we rolled Trish onto her back and the two of us and our four hands proceeded to tease Trish to several orgasms by sucking, biting and penetrating her from multiple angles. I learned a bit about the art of eating pussy from my friend and while she was going down on Trish, I was watching and sucking on her wonderful breasts until Trish has one powerful full orgasm. Then it was my turn to lick her juicy pussy under the careful guidance of my friend until Trish came again, howling in pleasure and delight. I think Trish came a third time in an hour when we both used the vibrator, taking turns to use it while each sucking on a heaving breast and stroking Trish's aching clit. Trish finally begged us to stop and we all three fell asleep together in a naked, sweaty, sexy and happy group.



Best Friend Stacy



I opened my eyes again, and saw Megan looking contently at my cock, still dripping a bit, and looked at her fingers coated with my cum.

"That was so hot Jason...do you always come that much?"

"Maybe...I'm not sure. I wasn't exactly paying attention at that point. I think it was the company. That was amazing Megan...absolutely amazing."

"You came all the way up to here," she said, wiping cum from my shoulder and near my neck and brought her finger to her mouth, tasting me. "And you taste so sexy too, so manly and so, so sweet."

"Now there's another sight I'm going to have to remember."

"Sit right there. I'll get something to clean us both up." She walked to the kitchen and came back with a dishtowel and proceeded to clean the cum from my stomach and her hand, tenderly wiping us clean, and then wiping the towel to her pussy. "I think this towel needs to go to the wash rather than back to the kitchen."

"I think that's probably true. Thank you my dear Megan. That was a most enjoyable evening."

"And for me too, as you could no doubt tell."

There's more to tell about me and Megan, but that's for another story, and I want to tell more how Stacy was truly my best friend.

After a few weeks with some on and off dates with Megan, Stacy and I were talking about her new class that she was taking and one of the classmates with whom she'd become friends.

"Trish and I hang out quite a bit these days. It seems we have a lot in common." Stacy said one evening.

"Yeah? Like what?"

"Well, we both work in similar jobs and are taking the class to help move forward."

"And what else?"

"We're the same age and we like the same music."

"She sounds cool Stace."

"And we've had a couple coffees together after class and talked about the teacher and the work and just hang out."

"Is there something more to this Stacy?" I asked.

"I don't know. She seems a bit shy and not so outgoing. And I don't think she knows I'm gay, if that's what you're asking."

"That's cool. Maybe she just needs a friend. Does she have a boyfriend?"

"No. Not now anyways. She said she had a couple relationships, but it didn't work out. She said the guys were jerks and just wanted to get laid."

"What did you tell her when she asked you if you had a boyfriend? I assume she asked you the same thing."

"She did, and I just said that nothing is going on now. It's a bit too early in the deal to let this bomb out."

"Oh c'mon Stace...it's not a bomb, it's just about who you are."

"And some people aren't ready for stuff like that and we're just friends, ok?"

"Ok, I get it. Just give it a chance. Perhaps she doesn't know about her sexuality or perhaps she's curious or perhaps she can be swayed by your charms and your beauty."

"Perhaps so..." Stacy mulled this over for a few moments.

"So tell me what she looks like."

"Well, she's shorter than I am for one. She's about 5'5", dark skinned. I think she's got some Italian or Mediterranean in her somewhere. She's very curvy and has a very sexy figure I think."

"She sounds cute. Let me meet her sometime."

"Sure. I told her all about you and about our living together. She thinks it's so cool and so hip that I have this guy roommate and that we're just roommates. I think she's a bit inexperienced. She's from a small town in western Mass."

"Invite her over for dinner this week after your class. We can hang out and I'd love to meet her."

"Just don't get any ideas about picking her up."

"Now Stace...we've known each other long enough...and besides, I think that this Megan woman is quite the dish, don't you?"

"Yeah...sure do. Where has she been by the way? It's been a while since you two have gone out."

"She's out of town visiting family and work stuff...just busy busy."

"Poor Jace...back to the computer porn for your action, huh?"

"Very funny girl. So what do you want to have for dinner with your friend Trish?"

"Let me see. I'll ask her at class tomorrow and see if she's game."

A couple days later, Stacy told me that Trish was going to come over for dinner next week. And they were going to do some shopping and errands the next day.

"So what did you girls buy?" I asked Stacy the following day.

"Well, after class, we went out to have a cup of coffee and then look at some shoes."

"Sure, that's just what you need. More shoes."

"Oh, shut up. A girl can't have too many shoes."

"You're proof of that concept."

"Anyways...as I was saying...AFTER looking at some shoes, we went to this clothing store next door on Newberry Street, and were trying on some clothes."

"Yeah."

"And she came out of the dressing room in this really cool sleeveless blouse"

"OK, so what?"

"Just listen. So this girl is really hot. And she has big boobs. Way bigger than mine. She's like a 38. And this blouse has very open sleeves. And she totally was wearing a bra not for this top because you could see way too much bra."

"Isn't that the idea. All to draw the eye to the boobs?"

"Well, perhaps so, but I wouldn't know because I don't have enough there to look at."

"I like what you have Stace."

"Thanks Jace. Just wish I were bigger. Anyhow, I told her to take her bra off to see how it would fit and look without all that bra showing. And it's just us girls there. No one else in the store except the sales lady and she was busy doing things on the other side of the store."

"And then what?"

"Well, she very nonchalantly opened her blouse a couple buttons, removed her bra and then buttoned it back up. I don't think I was breathing then because she has the most incredible skin and I was just dying to see her boobs."

"God Stace...you sound just like a guy."

"Well, you'll see when you meet her. And she could see that I was staring and then she just kept looking at me kind of funny for a moment. And then she said, 'how's this now?' Well, I thought she looked fabulous and I told her so."

"You think she is catching on?"

"I don't know. I reached my hand to touch the material and felt the skin of her arm and she move a couple inches I swear, so that the back of my hand grazed her boob."

"Oh man...some side boob action. That's hot."

"But I can't swear that she moved or I moved. I tried to brush it off, but I just got so turned on and felt my stomach twist up in knots and got this urge to grab her boobs through the top and kiss her. 'I can't wear it like this though...people would see through this thing and be staring at my tits all the time,' she says"

"Well, you were, right? And I probably would be, right"

"Yeah! That's for damn sure. 'Trish, you've got great tits...you should show them off a bit more,' I told her. I would if I had them. This blouse is just the thing for you.' I used this to touch the side of her boob a little more then dropped my hand and looked up at her, feeling a bit guilty."

"So what did she say?"

"She said thanks and she would think about getting the blouse. God I was so nervous and so turned on right then I couldn't think straight and part of me wanted to tell her right then that I was so attracted to her and part of me didn't want to scare her away."

"Did she buy the blouse after all?"

"Well, she went back to the dressing room and closed the curtain, but definitely not all the way closed. Maybe I'm making all this up but I swear she didn't close it all the way on purpose and she didn't turn her back to the curtain and so I could see her naked from the waist up while she changed back to the clothes she was wearing. God Jace...she is incredibly beautiful, in a non-classic way."

"Sounds like you have the hots for this Trish, huh?"

"I was so wet leaving that store I couldn't walk without feeling like she could hear or smell me."

"Maybe she isn't as innocent as you think? Maybe she was doing all that on purpose to see if you were interested?"

"Do you think so?"

"It's possible. Sounds like you got some thinking do to about what you're going to tell your new friend."

"God, this relationship crap is so complicated. It's just harder when you're gay. At least for you, women who you meet know—or at least assume—that you want to get in their pants."

"Men are not all pigs you know."

"You're just the exception my dear Jace...you're just the exception."

For the next few days, Stacy was all a mess because she was not sure how to interpret that day with Trish. Was she interested? Would she be scared away if she found out Stacy was gay? Was she misreading the signals?

By the time Wednesday rolled around for the dinner, the apartment had been cleaned and cleaned again, beds made, shopping done and everything was ship shape. Trish came right on time, at 6:00. Stacy seemed nervous, and I'm not sure if this was because Trish was to meet me and Stacy wanted my approval, or that this may be construed as a date.

But when Trish walked in I could see why Stacy was all in a fuss. Trish was really quite stunning. Short and sexy; dark and exotic looking. A bright smile and sparkling eyes greeted me as we shook hands.

"It's so nice to meet you Trish. Stacy has enjoyed having you as a friend throughout this new class."

"And it's nice to meet you Jason. Stacy talks about you non-stop."

"Well, come on in. We have a great dinner prepared and I hope you like spicy foods."

"I sure do and thanks for inviting me. You almost can't make it too spicy for me." 

I ushered Trish down the hall to the kitchen and I looked at Stacy who looked to me for approval. I gave her a smile and a thumbs-up, and she returned my smile with a look of satisfaction. I short nonverbal conversation between long-time friends.

The dinner of spicy stir fry was simple and great. We sat around and just talked and drank wine with dinner. Trish commented on how cool it was for Trish to have a guy for a roomie and how we got along so well. I wasn't sure if Stacy wanted me to spill the beans about her being gay or what. I figured she either wanted me to say something to take the burden from her, or to just let her do it her way.

After a while, of course the conversation turned to relationships and how it was so hard to find a significant other or even a friend with benefits. When I mentioned that phrase, Trish didn't know what I was talking about.

"What's a 'friend with benefits?" Trish asked, just a bit drunk.

I looked at Stacy, sure she was joking. She shrugged her shoulders and just said, "it's a friend to have sex with and no serious commitment or hang-ups."

"Oh...I get it...we called it something different in school. We called that a fb."

"FB?" I asked.

"Yeah...fuck buddy. Same thing."

Well, that just got us laughing so hard we cried. I thought this girl was just a bit too innocent and putting on an air of not knowing, but she knew the score just fine.

"Well, Jason here has himself a bit of a girlfriend, don't you?" Stacy said, when we all stopped laughing. "Do tell?"

"Yeah Jason, do tell. We have to live vicariously once in a while. Who is this girlfriend? Or is she just your FB?"

We laughed so hard again, it was 10 minutes before we could continue a conversation.

"I just wish she was my FB. We don't get to see each other too often. Our work schedules and such..." I said, a bit glumly.

"What? She hasn't given it up yet?" Trish asked. "How many times have you gone out then?"

"We've been out a few times..." I said, knowing Stacy knew a bit more than she let on and because I told her a few more details.

"I thought people hooked up the first date these days," Trish said, laughing still a bit and her face turned a bit red.

"Well, perhaps a bit..." I offered.

"What does that mean?" Stacy asked, knowing full well what was going on with Megan and me. I just think she wanted to see me squirm a bit and she wanted to hear how much detail I was going to spill in front of Trish.

"We mess around a bit here and there. We like each other and all."

"So what does that exactly mean, 'mess around'?" Stacy probed, looking all serious now because she hadn't heard all the details..

I gave her a look knowing that she knew. 

"We just haven't gone all the way yet." I said.

"You mean you haven't fucked her yet?" Stacy asked again, looking at me and then again at Trish, wearing a look of false shock.

Trish was clearly enjoying this conversation, but among new friends was a bit reluctant to jump in with this interrogation. Stacy was all too happy to push forward.

"That's right Stace...haven't laid the pipe yet."

That got us laughing our heads off again, tearing up with peals of laughter.

"Laying pipe...that's another one I never heard before. I know what that means though." Trish said.

"So just second base Jace? "

"Well, perhaps a bit more than that...got there that night you walked in on us."

"Oh yeah...sorry about that. I guess I interrupted your seduction. Bad timing."

"Yeah. That was bad timing. I was just getting warmed up."

"Looked pretty hot to me when I came in the living room. You guys looked all hot and bothered."

"Stacy, you didn't!? You interrupted your good friend putting the moves and stopped him from laying his pipe?" Trish said, which just started us laughing crazy again. My jaws were hurting by the time we stopped laughing. Trish clearly liked her new phrase.

"I apologized for weeks after that...I am sorry Jace...you know that, right?"

"I know dear Stacy. It was hard to stop."

"I'll bet it was! Hard that is." Stacy said. And again, we just had these episodes that any sexual innuendo or pun set us off. I don't remember laughing that hard or that often ever.

"I did ok after you went to bed. Just kept it quiet."

"You never told me that, you sneak," Stacy said, again looking at me and then at Trish.

Trish was definitely enjoying this conversation. I wasn't sure how much she wanted or needed to hear about this, but we were on a roll.

"We managed to help each other out." I said, rather confidently.

"And what does that mean?" Trish asked, quietly.

"You know, a bit of hands on action."

"You mean she gave you a hand job?" Stacy asked, this time with genuine surprise.

"It was mutually satisfying, let's say." I smiled.

"You dog you. You didn't tell me that!" Stacy remarked.

"Well, I don't tell you everything. A guy can have some secrets now."

"Right you are Jason. You should never kiss and tell. At least not until now." Trish said, and somehow that got us laughing again.

"So Stacy, when was the last time you gave someone a hand job? And then, Trish you have to answer the same question." I now asked my dear friend, seeing as how she put me on the spot before and hoping perhaps she would divulge her little secret. I looked at Trish, who was clearly interested in this line of conversation.

"Well, that depends..." Stacy stammered.

"Depends on what?" I asked, most innocently.

"It depends on what you consider a hand job."

"How so?" I asked, feeling a bit of a change in atmosphere.

Stacy gulped, and took a drink of her wine.

"I think of a hand job as what a girl—or guy for that matter—does to another guy." Stacy started, looking a bit nervously at Trish.

"Perhaps true, though one could argue that. But go on."

"And if that's the case, then the answer is never, because I'm not into guys." Stacy said softly, looking down and then slowly looking at Trish, her face filled with trepidation at what Trish's reaction might be.

A brief moment of tension ensued, and I was holding my breath to hear the next comment.

"I know Stacy...I know." Trish said sweetly, looking at Stacy. "I may be from the boondocks and a bit slow on the uptake. But after the other day in the store when I saw how you looked at me when I tried on that top, I knew then."

Stacy let out this sigh of relief that was so incredibly satisfying for me to see my dear friend take this leap of faith and was not thrown in the ditch, that I felt a tear of joy well up in my eye.

"I didn't know how to tell you Trish...I am so scared that you won't be my friend."

"Stacy....you're so sweet and so beautiful and such a good friend to me. I thought you might be gay and we just have such a good time together. I suspected but wasn't sure until that day. And I'm not at all put off by this. You're still my friend too, right?" 

"So it was a bit on purpose that you didn't close the curtain?"

"Maybe a bit..." Trish said, smiling slyly. "I just wanted to see if you were still looking."

"How could I not look. You're so beautiful Trish...you're skin and your shape. I can't believe you knew and then teased me. That was a bit mean, you know."

"I was just playing. I'm not being mean. I'm rather used to people looking at my boobs, just not used to the looks coming from women."

"There are probably more women than you know checking you out," Stacy said, the fear now gone from her voice and her face filled with relief and anticipation.

"And I know the guys are!" I said, trying to break the tension.

Trish perked up her shoulders and thrust he chest out a bit, and both Stacy and I looked at her assets.

"Sometimes the attention is fun, I'll have to admit. It's amazing what a little exposed skin in the boob area will do for a girl." 

And we laughed again, all relieved to have this issue on the table, though none more than my dear friend Stacy.

"And here I am all this time thinking I need to avoid getting busted looking at a woman's tits," I said, looking to Trish and then to Stacy to support my case.

"Not quite so fast buster. That's not the conclusion you should take from what I said," Trish countered.

"Now I can tell you that since I've seen Trish's boobs, she should definitely make them work to her advantage. I think I would.," Stacy said, very matter of fact.

"You weren't supposed to be looking Stacy...but I'm sort of glad you did."

"I am too," Stacy said, looking Trish in the eye. There was some different and tangible connection happening right in front of me.

"Want to see them again?" Trish offered.

Stacy nodded. I did too.

Trish started to unbutton her top a couple buttons until I could see the top of her bra come into view. Trish was looking at Stacy and I was just a passive observer. A very happy one mind you, but it was as if I was not in the room.

"You guys are pitiful...you both thought I was going to strip in front of you?! Just the thought of some exposed boob and you both go speechless and weak in the knees. Just pitiful..." Trish said, smiling at us, playing us just a bit, though clearly not buttoning up her top.

"Gotcha, didn't I? HA! Gotcha both," Trish said, again starting us laughing like crazy again.

We finished up the dinner and went to the living room and all huddled up on the sofa to watch a movie. Stacy and I sat on either side and Trish was in the middle. I grabbed a big blanket to cover us all up and turned on the DVD player.

I could see that Stacy was so happy having us on the sofa with her and one time our eyes met and her smile told me volumes. I knew how Stacy felt about Trish, but I sure didn't know how Trish felt about a woman having the hots for her. 

One time about half way through the movie, I paused and went to the bathroom and then to the kitchen to make us some popcorn. I swore that when we went to the sofa after dinner that Trish finished buttoning her blouse. When I returned with the popcorn and some drinks, I swore I saw Trish's blouse open again to below where it was before. Perhaps this Trish was indeed not nearly as innocent as she initially appeared to be or as Stacy thought her to be.

And I swear I saw some under-blanket activity on the other side of the sofa while we were trying to watch the movie. When the movie was done, I'm not sure any of us had much to say about the film because I know at least two of us didn't watch too much.




Best Friend Stacy



"I'm heading off to bed you guys. Y'all have a good night," I said, smiling and catching Stacy's happy eye.

"Thanks for dinner Jason," Trish said, as I headed off to bed wondering about what the two were going to do. It's most guy's fantasies to have two women in their beds, and if not, then watching two women was the next best thing. And I can't say that I didn't entertain that thought for a few moments as I was brushing my teeth and getting ready for bed.

I tried to listen for some noises, but I just heard some whispering and giggling and nothing more. So it was off to bed and hoping that Stacy would fill me in on some details later.

I didn't see Stacy until the next night and both girls were gone when I got up. Stacy looked positively bright when she came home from work.

"So how'd it go last night Stace? I've been dying to know. Did you guys get it on? Did you get to see the rest of her naked? C'mon...I tell you stuff," I quickly pestered. I was dying to know some details at last.

"Well, you clearly didn't tell me everything about that time with Megan. I'm not sure I can tell you either."

"Alright. I'll tell you about that night if you tell me about last night with Trish. I really like her. She's such a fun and funny girl. I don't think I've ever laughed that hard."

"Me too. That was just a riot. I had such a good time last night Jace. Trish and I really talked last night and my fears of being rejected because of being gay were relieved after we talked until 2 in the morning."

"What did you guys talk about?"

"All sorts of stuff. We talked about why I am gay and why I like women. She told me that she had a couple really bad relationships with guys and doesn't hate men, but right now doesn't like them either."

"That's all you guys did? You just talked?"

"Yeah perv...we talked. Just talked. I felt so connected to her because she made me feel comfortable and made me feel like I can trust her. Sort of like you do but different because she is a girl."

"You mean you think I don't understand you?"

"That's not what I'm saying Jace. We go way back and you're my best friend in the world. But there's some connection that women make with women that's just special and intimate. And that's the connection I felt with Trish. And I think she felt it too because she opened up to me and told me details about her family, her childhood, about her boyfriends. I feel like I know why she is the way she is. And I feel like she knows why I am who I am."

"That sounds real cool Stace. I'm very happy for you. But did you get to see more of her boobs?" I asked, trying to keep a straight face.

"Well, we did a bit of show and tell. Remember, I saw her boobs that day in the store. So she wanted to see mine. So I showed her."

"Wow Stace...that's so hot. So did you guys do more than that?"

"She took her top off again, so I could see her tits up close. And they are spectacular. So big and so soft and so firm at the same time. We just sat there for about an hour just kissing a bit and touching each other's boobs. God it was so sexy. She said she had never touched another woman before! Isn't that crazy?"

"God, I wish I had stayed around to watch that a bit more."

"We wouldn't have done that if you were watching. Every guys dream, huh? To see two women. Isn't that what you said once?"

"I think I said being with two women, but watching two women is right up there," I confessed.

"After a while, we were so hot and bothered, but I could tell she was nervous and didn't want to do anything further. So we just held each other and napped for an hour or so, and then I walked with her home. It was so nice Jace to be with her like that. She is so special and so wonderful and now that she knows who I am, I feel like we can still be friends and see what happens."

Over the next few weeks, Stacy and Trish were hanging out more and more together and the three of us had lots of good times, both at the apartment and around the city. Stacy was so happy and they got along together so well. Out and about, we were just three friends having fun. At the apartment, Stacy and Trish were getting a bit more affectionate and I could tell Trish was warming to her first woman-woman relationship, especially since Stacy had the hots for her and since Trish seemed to be down on men because of her recent negative boyfriends.

One evening I came home around 10 pm and found the two of them deep in an embrace and definitely a bit disheveled. Buttons were undone and hair was a mess on both of them. Trish's blouse was very much undone and there was lots of that bare breast showing again. They laughed at their slightly compromising positions but didn't do much to move around and correct themselves.

"Don't mind me ladies...you can keep doing what you were doing," I said, sitting in the chair opposite them.

"Don't you wish big boy," Stacy said, still embracing Trish and stroking her hair. Stacy knew full well of my fantasy, but I knew she was just goading and teasing me.

"Yeah, perhaps it is a wish after all," I said.

And Stacy kept stroking Trish and then reached down to caress her hair and Trish was just enjoying the attention. I thought they were going to stop and take their business to the next room. But Stacy seemed to have another idea. She continued to stroke Trish's neck and ear, and I could see goose bumps on Trish's arm with the caresses. Then Stacy's hand reached for Trish's breast and just softly stroked the top that was exposed. Stacy looked up at me only to see my rapt attention to her actions.

She unbuttoned one more button on Trish's blouse to expose more skin, this time with no bra. Apparently, Trish has taken to not wear a bra around our apartment. Things were definitely getting interesting. I kept waiting for them to stop and tried to breathe as softly as possible so as not to disturb the dream that was taking place in front of me.

Stacy undid one more button so that I could now see all of Trish's abundant cleavage and the inner half of both her breasts. She slipped one hand inside the blouse and we all three watched as Stacy's hand caressed and held the weight of this beautiful breast. Trish's chest was heaving a little and I think she was enjoying the display. I just had to shift in the chair because of my growing erection. Trish looked slowly at me and out of the side of her mouth, a sly smile emerged that she knew what she was doing to me. I could see her thumb stroking the top of Trish's breast and I could see Trish take a deep breath and close her eyes to the ministrations of her new partner.

Stacy's hand lifter away the half of the blouse covering that breast and I could now see fully one of the most beautiful breasts I have ever seen. Full and firm, topped with a hard nipple and covered on and off by the caress of the hand of my best friend. I tried to imprint this image in my brain as this unfolded.

Stacy looked at me again, seeing Trish's eyes closed with pleasure and studied my arousal. I was transfixed by this sight and couldn't help reach to my groin to rearrange my uncomfortable erection. Stacy smiled again, continuing to massage and stroke Trish's now bare chest. Both nipples were now in full view and very hard with excitement. I was sitting close enough to hear her moan with pleasure and could see the bumps of aroused flesh of both her areoles and nipples. 

It seemed a full hour went by but it was probably 15 minutes, but it was the most erotic thing I've ever seen. After a while, Trish slowly opened her lust-filled eyes, and kissed Stacy softly and then they stood and went down the hall to Stacy's room and closed the door. I don't think I had taken a full breath in that last 15 minutes and also went to my room and spent about 5 minutes masturbating to a most powerful orgasm recalling the events of a few moments ago and thinking about what was now going on next door. 

The next morning, I heard someone leave early and I assumed it was Trish. Then I heard someone in the bath room, so at least I knew Trish had spent the night. I went to the kitchen to start the coffee machine and waited for Stacy to come out. Then to my surprise it was Trish who came into the kitchen, wearing a very short man's dress shirt, barely closed and she smiled a bit contritely, and perhaps a bit embarrassed at the scene from last night.

"Morning Jason."

"Good morning to you Trish. I thought Stacy was still here. Sorry for my state of dress." I realized I too was a bit underdressed in boxer shorts only, as I was accustomed to wear around the house with Stacy.

"That's ok...no worries."

"I hope you guys had fun last night."

"It was a bit weird. I hope you're not offended, but I got a bit carried away with what Stacy was doing. I'm sorry if you were in a strange position."

"On the contrary Trish. I rather enjoyed the little display. I hardly realized you were a closet exhibitionist."

"I didn't realize it either. Stacy had me pretty worked up and it was sort of a time out of mind experience for me." She stood there watching the coffee pot do its thing and rubbed her eyes and ran her hands through her hair. What I don't think she realized was that when she raised her arms, her shirt came up quite high and exposed her very upper thighs and just the very lower part of her pussy was visible. I got to see her tits last night and now her pussy. What a treat for me.

She grabbed a coffee cup from the cupboard, now showing her shapely ass, filled it with coffee and then went back to the bedroom. I pondered this new situation for a few moments, and then made my way to the bathroom and got ready for work. Stacy sure had her wish finding this innocent lady in her life. But perhaps she wasn't as innocent as she made herself out to be. Or perhaps indeed she was just inexperienced and was enjoying this new ride into Sapphic relations.

After work that night, Stacy and I had a chance to talk and she told me how absolutely incredible it was to finally open herself up to someone and be accepted. And furthermore, how exciting it was with a new relationship and with a woman who was a lesbian virgin, as it were. Apparently, Trish had some of these thoughts in college, but never acted on them. And her bad male relationships helped tip her towards experimenting with dear Stacy.

And according to Stacy, she was quite the rapt learner and responsive sex partner. She did like showing off a bit and was just so turned on by Stacy exposing her to me, that she went along with it. And by the time they got in Stacy's room and private, she was insatiable. Stacy said Trish came so many times that they lost count. And then though inexperienced in giving pleasure to a woman, was quite the study and made Stacy come several time with proper guidance combined with enthusiasm and willingness to give as well as to receive.

"Face it Jace...that turned you on just a bit, didn't it?"

"Sure did Stace. You really knew what you were doing. I've told you before of that fantasy of mine."

"I remember. I wasn't sure how far she would go though. Apparently she is a bit of a closet exhibitionist."

"And I saw some more when she surprised my coming out for coffee this morning. I thought it was you and she came to the kitchen scantily dressed and showed off some more, though perhaps she was just too tired and barely awake."

"But you enjoyed what ever you were seeing, I'm sure. I could tell you liked what you saw last night."

"She is really beautiful Stace...and she has great tits."

"You got that right...I found out just how so in great detail last night."

"I'm sure you did. You gonna tell me all the sordid details?"

"Well...perhaps I'll tell you more details sometime soon. You didn't give me all the details about that night with Megan after all."

"Indeed so. We'll trade details. But now let's get dinner."

We spent the next hour getting dinner ready and just talking about regular stuff. But Stacy sure did have a happy hop in her step with her new found friend and I could tell she was simply walking on cloud nine after last night.

Stacy did tell me that Trish had had bad lovers and never really had someone make lover to her and attend to her needs. She just had boyfriends that did some groping and then wanted to fuck. So her last boyfriend of only a short time never made her come. And then she said that Trish told her that after their night, she had never come like that before. And she never knew that she could come over and over again.

"I'll bet she was grateful to you for showing her that?"

"I think she was grateful for having her eyes opened to her sexuality. And she did indeed show my just how grateful she was by repaying the favor."

"Sure sounded to me like you had a good time. I heard moaning for hours."

"Sorry to keep you awake. We'll try to be more quiet."

"That's ok Stace...I enjoyed the evening too, just not as much as you guys."

"Glad we could give you a hand. Sorry it had to finish with your hand." Stacy quipped, knowing full well that I masturbated after their show last night.

"Gotta do what you gotta do."

Stacy and Trish became quite an item over the next few weeks, and she was hanging around the apartment more and more, which was quite enjoyable for me to have these lovely ladies around all the time, and to see Stacy enjoying herself. I knew Trish wasn't totally gay, but she seemed more confident in herself. They were going to the gym all the time together and Trish was emerging from her sheltered shell.

Stacy had told me that she knew Trish wasn't going to be a full time lesbian, as she called it. But she was learning more and more about herself and her sexuality, at the hands of her most willing and grateful lover. They were always hanging around in various states of undress. Trish would often walk around with just a t shirt and panties on. Sometimes she would go back and forth from kitchen to bathroom to bedroom in just the small robe that she began to wear all the time. It was a very short pink silk robe with a sash, and even though she was fairly short, it came just to the very top of her thighs. I could tell she wasn't wearing any underwear because often she would sit on the sofa and have her legs out on the ottoman, or curl her legs under her and I could see lots of flesh. I knew she knew I was watching, but she always made her showing so casual. Nonetheless, she was very sexy and I was happy to watch her emerging confidence, especially with her body.

One morning I was in the shower and taking my time as it was a Saturday, and doing some of my own trimming the pubic area, which always got me a bit aroused. I didn't hear anything in the room, so when I opened the shower curtain, I was most surprised to see Trish sitting buck naked on the toilet. It didn't even register to me to cover anything up because I just didn't expect anyone there. 

"Sorry Jason...I just couldn't wait to pee. I didn't mean to spy or anything," she said, looking me up and down, though more down than up. "And I didn't want to flush the toilet while you were in the shower."

"That's ok. I just didn't expect anyone in the room."

"Looking good there Jason. Taking care of a little personal hygiene I see," she said with a very sly smile, standing and handing me a towel. I have to say that I was not moving too quickly to cover up because I was enjoying the view too. She was simply gorgeous and her naked form fully exposed to me did little to change my state of arousal. 

"Men do some trimming too you know. You're looking pretty hot there yourself," I said, looking at her entire naked body, full breasts with very hard nipples, firm stomach and just a little tuft of hair atop her pussy.

She ever so slowly handed me the towel, reached down to squeeze my ass, and brushed her body against my erection and her breasts against my arm, turned and walked out of the bathroom.

Stacy continued to relay to me small items of Trish's past that brought them together and explained a bit why she was overtly shy but inside liked showing off a bit. She also said that Trish had had bad lovers and few orgasms. But she also came to the realization that she and Trish were just temporary because she was really wanting a traditional relationship with a guy and really loved the time with Stacy, but saw that Trish wanted a man at some point.

A few weeks later, one movie evening brought us 3 together on the sofa, and we now were so comfortable with each other that we all cuddled up under one blanket. The movie was some sort of chick flick, but had a bit more sex and nudity than usual. I could tell the two ladies were doing a bit of petting under the covers, but I couldn't see any details. I was rather hoping for a repeat performance of the night a few weeks earlier.

When I did my intermission thing to refill drinks, I returned to the living room and saw the two girls making out on the sofa. I'm not sure they heard me return because I stood silently in the doorway and was very much transfixed by the sight of their kissing. I had seen them kiss before but it wasn't as overtly sexual as this time seemed. They were so loving and were just kissing with passion and pleasure. After a few moments, the cover began to fall as their hands moved towards each others' bodies and I could see Stacy reaching under Trish's t shirt and massage and fondle her breasts. And at the same time, Trish's hands were busy with Stacy's breasts. I didn't hardly move or breathe, lest I interfere with their make out session. 

I was hard in a matter of moments and having a hard time holding the drinks and staying still and not rearranging my growing erection in my shorts. As Trish started to kiss Stacy's neck, I saw her turn her head a bit towards where I was standing and open her eyes slowly. She didn't register any surprise at my presence and just continued to pull up Trish's shirt and let Trish do the same with hers. Now both ladies were partially naked from the waist up and though I've seen Stacy --and Trish for that matter—naked before, this was so incredibly sexual.

Stacy pulled gently on the back of Trish's head and eased her down to her breasts and I saw Stacy's eyes close and moan softly as Trish started sucking on her nipples. Stacy continued to massage Trish's breasts and back and I could see one of Trish's hands leave the other breast that she was fondling and move under the covers. Stacy moaned again and looked up at me, eyes lidded with lust and she smiled knowing that I was loving the show.

She traded places with Trish and worked her way down Trish's neck and was kissing her exposed breasts, sucking hungrily on one nipple and then the other, leaving each one exposed, hard and glistening with saliva. Stacy spent minutes after agonizingly arousing minutes sucking and pulling on Trish's heaving breasts and Trish was moaning with pleasure. Stacy pulled the cover off Trish's body so that she could get to her pussy, and likely so that I could see better too. Stacy continued to lick and suck and bite those beautiful breasts while working her hand between Trish's legs and opening her thighs apart.

I saw her fingers graze Trish's inner thighs and I could see her glistening wetness emerge as Stacy's hand moved her panties aside to stroke her pussy. Trish's head was back on the sofa, eyes closed with lust and her hands were stroking and encouraging Stacy's head onto her breasts. Stacy's fingers stoked the wet outer lips of Trish's pussy and then one finger slowly penetrated Trish's waiting hole and Trish let out a sensual moan at the invasion. I could see Stacy's finger emerge glistening to rub around Trish's clit, which elicited another moan.

Stacy sat up a bit from her oral ministrations on Trish's breasts and whisper something into Trish's ear.

"Why don't you sit here with us Jace," Stacy said. "I think you would be more comfortable than standing there."