7 comments/ 43097 views/ 11 favorites Finding a Friend By: Iluv2knot Written for Heather. I love you Babe. Misty sat on the hard wooden stands under the hot summer sun. Liberally oiled and sun screened, she looked cute in cut-off denim shorts and red, yellow and black Ferrari T-shirt. A matching red Ferrari baseball cap shaded face. Her eyes were protected by wrap-around Raybans followed the brightly coloured cars on the track before her. The noise was raucous even high up in the stands like she was. For a second she took her eyes off the race and looked at the empty seat alongside her. Her wide mobile mouth twisted into a sneer, for a second. "Damn you Eddie!" She muttered. The race wasn't nail biting, after the first few laps of intense action and the usual knockouts at the first corner of the race, there had been little for the Ferrari clad Misty to cheer about, probably out of boredom, her similarly clothed boyfriend had begun an argument with the couple next to them. The couple were British and American, their accents noticable over the noise of the spectators but and were dressed in matching silvery gray tops and black jeans. The silvery satin shirts had McLaren logos and had irked her Tifosi boyfriend, and his often loud and bitter comments yelled at the top of his voice about Yanks and Nascar and their lack of knowledge about anything Formula One and only been able to drive on oval tracks had escalated into trading insults with the guy alongside him. The insults began with their choice of driver and had eventually strayed into a full blooded damnation of everything American until he discovered the guy was British. Misty had to admit the Englishman gave as good as he got, Filipe Massa was condemned as 'hopelessly outclassed' Canada was damned as a Badge Engineered wusses, and Canada's staple diet Kraft Dinner, was described as white worms slopped in cum. Both Misty and the Englishman's girl companion tried to calm the men down, but it was hopeless, the muttering and cursing increased tension until Misty forced Eddie to trade seats with her. He sat brooding alongside her, sipping beer and generally behaving obnoxiously. The last can of the six-pack of Coors Lite had been crushed and tossed back into the cooler between Misty's feet before she had the chance to even open one for herself. It was hot, the race had not come up with any excitement after the first few minutes and was winding down with no chance of the red Ferraris moving up into the lead except if everyone above 6th place all suffered mechanical failure. Misty looked at her boyfriend. He was bending forward and staring at the boobs of the American girl. They filled her silvery T-shirt well, she admitted to herself, very well! She nudged Eddie with her elbow and shouted over the howl of Formula One engines. "Go get some Cokes, you've finished all the beers we brought, you are such an asshole!" She watched as Eddie made his way down the packed stand, and was dismayed to see the gray and black clad Englishman also making his way down the steps on the far side of the grandstand. She glanced at the girl who was looking at her with a mirrored look of dismay. "I hope they aren't going in the same direction or get into it. Stu is really a nice guy, but that fella is really pushing his buttons." She had to shout over the sound of three screaming V8's as they used every one of their revs to hurtle down the straight, before shifting up sequentially through the gearbox to second to take the hairpin bend at the end of the start – finish straight. Over the cacophony of engines, and others on the grandstand all having to shout to be heard, and or cheering or booing of the crowd, it was almost impossible for Misty to understand what the girl had said, from a seat away, so she lifted herself for a second and sat close alongside the girl and cupped her ear with her hand and held her head close to the woman's face alongside her, before shouting. "I'm sorry I didn't catch what you said!" The woman smiled, similarly cupping her hand around her mouth and repeated. "I hope they aren't going to the same place." She shouted. Misty mimed drinking; her thumb aimed at her mouth and fingers holding an imaginary can, but burst out laughing when the American girl rose slightly bending her knees and bunched both her hands one in front of the other and held them at her crotch, half stooping in a parody of a man peeing. Misty giggled and shouted. "We should be ok then." Both of them sat back and watched the race, cars following one and other lap after lap in some predestined plan by the organisers. As the laps wore down Misty began to worry, she kept looking out for Eddie, but now that the race was in its final stages, some of the unluckier fans whose drivers were already out of the race had began to make their way off the grandstands and troop towards the exit and metro station, the only way on and off the island that is the home of the Giles Villeneuve Race Track in Montreal. She glanced at the woman alongside her whose worried frown matched her own. "They haven't come back; they have been gone a long time." Misty yelled. The girl nodded and moved her face close to Misty's ear. "Yes far too long, I hope they're all right." She balled her hands into fists and imitated someone boxing. "I hope not." Misty answered over the noise of the crowd and cars below them. Her cellphone began vibrate at her hip, she grabbed it and flipped it open, reading the text message with dismay. "hlp arrested meet me @ the frnt gate" Misty pursed her lips, her fingers tapping the keys in a quick response. "Wht did u do" The answer wasn't unexpected. "fight wth ahole next 2 us" Misty held the phone's display for the woman alongside her to see. She took the phone back, and clicked a response. "wher othr guy" The answer followed in seconds. "also wth cops pls cum need u" Misty showed her the text message and they both gathered their belongings and started making their way down the grandstand. Once down from the stand there was a long walk along a road that ran parallel to the main straight, and led to the bridge over the river, then through the myriad of concession stands. The walk to the stands earlier that day had been bad enough in the relative coolness of the morning, but at 3:30 in the afternoon the heat and humidity, it was hell. Once clear of the track and the deafening noise the race generated, the American girl began to rant as they strode towards the police detachment close to the Metro station at the entrance to the track. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" She cursed. "The idiot can't keep out of trouble for a fucking minute without me holding his hand." She continued unabated. "Such a fucking Idiot! I'm not his wife to look after him and wipe his nose every time he puts it where it doesn't belong." She fumed looking over at Misty. "No disrespect but your husband should have minded his own business." "Not my husband." Misty corrected. "My dumbass boyfriend, and I'm sorry, we seem to be the same side of different coins. I'm Misty Shaver." She held out her hand. As they walked they shook hands. "I'm Nexxia Rapson call me Nex. Under different circumstances it would have been nice to meet you."She said. Her handshake was firm. Misty could sense the aroma of sweat on Nex that her deodorant no longer had the capacity to mask. Slightly acrid and musky, it wasn't unpleasant. As they walked Misty glanced at Nex, whose hips swayed from side to side. Even under these shitty circumstances she had such a confident demeanour; a quality Misty thought was cool, In high heeled western boots, and black jeans and the satiny gray-silver blouse that accented her large nicely shaped boobs, while inappropriate dressed for the heat, she still managed to look really good, add shoulder length loosely brushed and slightly dishevelled blonde hair, from wearing a McLaren baseball cap she looked sexy. She flowed gracefully as she walked; even her walk was sexy, far sexier than the uneven steps Misty took in open toed sandals over the slightly uneven pathway. It took a good thirty minutes of fast walking to get to the entrance. A large Canadian flag flew proudly over the small brick police station. Misty and Nex walked into the charge office. A uniformed police sergeant stood behind the counter. His uniform in disarray, one epaulette torn from his blood smeared shirt. Both girls spoke at once. "I've come for my boyfriend. Eddie Parsons-Stewart Gibbs." The last part coming out in unison. The officer's French accent was strong. "Ah yes, ze drunken pugilists, not a way to cement Anglo-Canadian relations, eh?" He gave a typical Gallic shrug. "They will appear before a Magistrate in the morning." "But we, I mean my boyfriend and I have to fly back home to the States tonight." Nex remonstrated. "The cop was unmoved, he began to reel off. "Drunk in a public place, fighting in public, assault on police officers, uttering death threats and resisting arrest are serious charges in Quebec, Mademoiselle, your boyfriend will be detained until he can be brought before a Magistrate, and now that you have told me he is a flight risk, there is no possibility of bail." He said officiously. "Can't I pay his fine now?" Nex asked, taking a thin wad of currency from her purse. "Do not offer me money, maybe some other arrangement, could be agreed to." The cop sneered, looking at her well displayed cleavage. "You can't be serious, how much will the fine be?" Nex asked holding out a couple of ten US Dollar bills. "Surely if I pay what the fine will be he can be released and we can leave tonight, I promise he'll never come back to Canada." She continued. "I cannot estimate what the Magistrate will consider adequate. That is for him to decide. For now, I will pretend that you did not offer me cash, but please leave before I change my mind and arrest you for attempting to bribe a police officer." The francophone officer's obvious disdain for anyone not French, clearly clouding his judgement. "What about my boyfriend?" Misty asked. "He too has the same charges. The case will come before the Magistrate tomorrow morning, until then, I suggest there is nothing either of you can do. Palaise de Justice; court will begin at 10:00. "Can't we see them......?" Misty began to ask. The police officer stared at the wall behind the girls, they could have been invisible. "They have already been transported to Central booking; there is nothing more you can do here." His radio crackled and he spat some French rapidly into his handheld radio. "Now we are busy." It was as if a roller-shutter door had been closed. His eyes remained focussed on same point on the wall behind them. Nex was fuming as they left the police station. "Jesus, what a fucking mess. Our flight is at 6:00, our luggage is the Airport, and we've booked out of the hotel. My idiot boyfriend has our traveller's cheques; I have about a hundred and fifty bucks on me. What the fuck am I going to do?" Misty took a deep breath. "I guess all we can do is wait until tomorrow morning. Let me drive you to your hotel, maybe you can get your room back." She offered. "I guess so, thanks. We were at The Holiday Inn, somewhere near the airport." Nex said. "Oh yeah, I saw it just off the 401 when we came into Montreal." Misty answered relieved that she could find the hotel. The boulevards and avenues of Montreal confused the heck out of her, but the highways, the on and off-ramps were marked the same as her native Toronto, and finding her way around using the highway was much the same as it was in her home City. They drove in relative silence; Misty managed to pick the right off-ramp and a signboard every mile directing her to the hotel without a single wrong turn. The hotel, the only multi story building surrounded by single story strip malls and family homes stood out like a beacon from the freeway anyway. Misty followed Nex into the hotel, and waited while Nex spoke to the concierge. "I'm afraid we are fully booked now, Miss Rapson the Grand Prix is in town, you know. As far as I know every hotel, hôtel privé, or bed and breakfast within two hundred kilometres is overbooked. I am sorry but we cannot accommodate you, nor can we suggest an alternative." Misty cleared her throat. "You can stay with me, Nex, Eddie and I have a double room at the Ambassador, and Eddie won't need his bed tonight, that's for sure." "Are you sure?" Nex asked. "Yes positive, since the guys are probably sharing a room tonight, I don't see why we shouldn't." Misty responded. The drive from Nex's to Misty's hotel took a little more concentration, The Ambassador being on the shores of the St Lawrence River and it took a few twists and turns once off the freeway. Nex followed as Misty went to retrieve her key-card and was handed a large manila envelope by the desk clerk. "Oh Ms Shaver, this arrived for you and your charming boyfriend." The clerk said. The envelope had the famous Ferrari Logo embossed on it. While walking to the elevator Misty tore the envelope open, inside she discovered an invitation for her and her partner and her to attend an after race function at the famous Casino de Montreal hosted by Ferrari. Misty remembered how Eddie had literally forced her to fill dozens and dozens of entry forms for this event, telling her it was an "once-in-a-lifetime experience". With all that had happened, she had forgotten that she had won the prize. A meet-and-greet with both drivers and members of the Ferrari Team management. Complimentary Champagne and an open bar; followed by a formal dinner, dancing and gambling, dress formal, starts at 8:00; she read. Two gilt edged invitation cards were attached, as were VIP vouchers and a complimentary limo service coupon. The VIP vouchers were stapled to a compliments slip with an introduction to the Casino's VIP brochure. Misty read aloud. "You'll also feel like a VIP when you leave the Casino and don't have to worry about where to go for the rest of the night, strip-clubs and trendier venues are already taken care of and dozens of extras like bottle service and private girl-on-girl shows all await you in your private or VIP lounges." She raised an eyebrow. "Well that's great, now, isn't it?" Misty asked, handing the envelope to Nex as the girls made their way to the elevator, Misty was leading and Nex reading. "It does sound nice, especially the girl-on-girl shows." Nex answered, poking out her tongue. "Well I'm not going alone, so you are coming with me, there are two tickets." Misty said earnestly as the elevator door opened on the 5th floor and she led the way down a plush green carpeted corridor to room 57, which overlooked the river. She fed the card into the slot and the door magically clicked open. Misty's air-conditioned room was chilled to a comfortable temperature. The room was about the same size as Nex's at the Holiday Inn. Misty flopped down on one of the two queen sized beds, and sprawled lazily looking up at the ceiling, hands beneath her head. Nex sat daintily on the corner second bed. "There's no way I can go with you." Nex explained. "Firstly my clothes, mostly jeans and tees, are at the airport. I have about a hundred fifty Bucks to my name, and a boyfriend in jail." "You're not letting me go alone are you?" Misty asked. Nex waived the prize brochure. "Says here, dress formal. I didn't bring an evening dress, and I just said stuff is at the airport." "You're about the same height as me, and I brought along two, I wasn't sure which to wear for this thing, so you can choose." Misty said walking to the closet, opening it and pulling out two silk gowns, one was red, and the other one yellow. "I was thinking of silver, actually, but it being a Ferrari shindig I felt turning up in McLaren colours would be a slap in the face of the organisers." She held out both gown, you choose, I really couldn't make up my mind which I wanted to wear, that's why I brought both of them." She explained. "You're kidding right?" Nex asked. "No I'm serious, if you don't go, I won't go and then it will have been wasted. Look our boyfriends are in jail, neither of us could help that. At least we know where they are, and that for now they are safe. They'll get a few hundred Dollars fine and a slap on the wrist. You'll be on your plane tomorrow. I bet if you asked your boyfriend he would say 'go for it', I know if the roles were reversed I'd go." Nex was a pretty girl; cute would have described her better. Her arms were slightly pink by the fierce summer sun but the black cap had protected her face from any serious sunburn giving her exposed skin a rosy, healthy aura. She couldn't have been much older than Misty. But from that point, they were about as different as they could be. Where Misty's hair was a nondescript reddish brown, Nex's was blond, almost Platinum. Like Misty she had a lithe, athletic figure, her breasts, however, were surprisingly large for someone who was otherwise on the slender side, and Misty wondered whether she might have had implants. Whether they were natural or store bought it was obvious that Nex was proud of them, because she showed off a considerable amount of cleavage in the silvery V-necked short sleeve top. Her skin-tight black jeans accentuated her legs nicely. The silvery-gray and black outfit she wore seemed to give her skin an almost translucent pinkish glow from the newly acquired tan. Her slivery-blond hair was still slightly awry and darkened from wearing a baseball cap. She leaned down and tugged off her boots and socks. She wriggled her toes and smiled. The phone began to buzz discretely. Misty picked up. "Hi, yes, yes, ok? Eddie, no, it's cool. You're a stupid jerk, you know that? Don't you? Asshole! Um, yes she's here." She held the phone to Nex. The conversation was similarly brief. "Well the boys are having fun." Nex sniffed. "Oh man what a jerk. I can't believe I'm in this situation." "Kinda, like if life gives you lemons make lemonade." Misty answered, standing in front of the mirror and draping the yellow dress in front of her. She offered Nex the red dress. "I think you'll look stunning in red, also I think the bust is a better fit." Nex took the dress and held it against her body; the silk was cool and inviting to the touch. She had to agree with Misty, the red dress definitely looked good against her slightly tanned complexion. Silently she agreed with Misty, the low cut red dress suited her. She half cuddled the beautiful dress against her. She smiled. "Do you want to use the shower first?" Misty asked. "I'd love to, thanks but we still have a problem, I don't have any underwear." Nex answered, blushing slightly. "It's cool we can rinse out what you have and dry it with the hair dryer." Misty said, pointing to an efficient looking hair dryer attached to the wall. "That's the problem, there's nothing to rinse out and dry." Nex blushed. "Ohhhh." Misty breathed in reply. "Look that dress screams 'I'm not wearing underwear!' anyway." She grinned. "Tell you what, if you go without, I will too." The grin was infectious. "Come on it'll be our night to be daring. With our men in jail who knows what will happen. Now, go shower!" Misty ordered. The sound of water beating against Nex's skin in the bathroom put Misty on edge, she needed to pee, and was having difficulty coping. Eventually she couldn't hold it any longer, and she tapped on the door. "Nex, sorry I really need to pee, can I come in?" she pleaded desperately. "Come on in Babes." Nex replied. Misty entered the steam filled bathroom. She almost ran to the toilet, she ripped down her shorts as she sank down onto the seat. Relief was instantaneous. She looked up. Nex stood naked in the tub. Her blond hair had been darkened by the water, and hung down framing her face. She was not even attempting to cover herself, her pubic hair was neatly trimmed and her vaginal lips clearly visible and she seemed to be inviting Misty to look at her. Finding a Friend Ch. 02 Again, for Heather, with love Garrett Kray expected to be bored. He had flown across Canada on a whim, and had spent the weekend being having his every whim indulged by the Ferrari Formula One Team. He had recently bought an Italian Media Company, and discovered that he was now a sponsor and major contributor to the Ferrari Team. He had been given a magical laminated pass that he had to wear around his neck, and allowed him access to every part of the Montreal Race Track and its environs. Unfortunately Garrett, like most North Americans, knew little to nothing about Formula One. He had some knowledge of NASCAR; but this European form of motor racing was far more complicated. Almost everywhere earnest men in coveralls wore frowns spoke about hundredths of a second in hushed tones. While pretty girls, like in NASCAR, seemed to wear swimwear and smiles, and sponsors like him were feted and their every need catered for. With the race over, he had expected to be free of the circus that calls itself Formula One. He wanted to fly back over Canada to watch his Hockey team, the Utah Howlers play in Winnipeg against the Winnipeg Bears. He discovered that he would have to delay his escape from this motorsport monotony because he and other major sponsors were expected to join the team for an evening at the Casino de Montreal, where he was to host a table for the public who had literally paid thousands of Dollars to get up and personal with the Ferrari Team. Barely an inch under average height, Garrett had wide shoulders and an athletic build. His brown hair was immaculately coiffed to compliment his good looks. His eyes were green and slightly hooded, as if he squinted at the world from down the barrel of a rifle. In an expensive Tuxedo he sat at a table with a pair exotic car salesmen who at first competed with one and other in trying to sell him a Ferrari, or something equally luxurious; and two empty chairs. When they realised he wasn't going to buy anything from either of them, they began an intense and slightly drunken discussion on the day's race and various Formula One intricacies that bored Garrett into a morose silence. He glanced at his Rolex, two hours of purgatory to go. According to the organisers, the empty chairs were to be filled by winners of a competition, a certain Ms Shaver and partner. With the first hour gone Garrett stared in gloomy silence at the empty chairs in front of him and considered Ms Shaver and her partner to be two of the luckiest people in Montreal that evening; the party was lacklustre. The food was bland, music from an orchestra was boringly dull and old fashioned, the small talk stilted and irrelevant. Every women in the vicinity was either attached or for sale, neither of which appealed to Garrett who still single at thirty, who knew attached women seldom fulfilled the promise they invited without a whole lot of repercussions and the ones for sale were never worth the price they believed they set for themselves. The boredom evaporated, when the empty chairs were filled by two very pretty young women. "Hi I'm Misty, this is Nex." The shorter of the two introduced herself and her companion before continuing. "Boy are we ever late, what did we miss?" She asked. Both girls were in their early to mid twenties and slightly tanned. Misty had long reddish brown hair. Her eyes were a warm chocolate brown, her nose was slightly freckled. Her mouth was wide and mobile. She was dressed in a yellow-gold off the shoulder evening gown of gossamer yellow-gold silk, so sheer if you concentrated on the low-cut bust, her nipples became clearly discernible through the diaphanous fabric, even in the ambient light of the ballroom. Misty's slightly taller companion was equally pretty, whose shoulder length platinum blond hair was worn in an identical style to her friend's. Her green eyes were bold and her smile warm and friendly. She had poured herself into a red silk evening dress, again similar in design and cut to the one worn by Misty. Nex's breasts were much larger than Misty's and the low front of her dress somehow just managed to maintain decorum. Unlike Misty's Nex's nipples proudly pressed themselves outward through the sheer silk containing them. Garrett expected them to pop out any second. Idly, Garrett wondered, because of the similarities and obvious familiarity if they were related or gay. Both girls sat down without fuss, and smiled happily after the introductions had been made. The two car salesmen perked visibly, their boring discussion completely forgotten. A waiter sidled by and soon they had each girl held a glass of Champaign. After a while the car salesmen realised they had no chance of selling either girl a sports car since both feigned disinterest and starred pointedly at the wedding rings on both men's fingers. Their next tactic was to ply the girls with liquor. Soon there was a line of still filled Champaign glasses in front of both the girls; it became obvious that the girls were not there for the booze either. They remained polite and friendly, and wet their lips occasionally rather than sipped, as the pair of hopefuls opposite them became increasingly intoxicated by the local excuse for French Champaign. At first Garrett was amused by the car salesmen's attempt to get laid. Soon however he realised he needed to step in and rescue the women from the two horny married guys who were becoming more and more annoying. Finally the orchestra left the dais and was replaced by a four piece band with electrical instruments. As the music changed drastically so did Garrett's demeanour. The room darkened and wild coloured strobes and lazerbeams filled the air. The music was loud and soon couples were gyrating and moving to heavy metal that the amplifiers pumped out. He leaned forward and managed to ask Nex to dance. She smiled and he led her to the now crowded dance floor. Misty watched as Garrett and Nex were swallowed up by the dancers. The two guys were still trying to hold a conversation with her over the music. She pitied them but at the same time she was grateful for the change in tempo and volume. Garrett watched Nex as they danced, she had rhythm and style, and her moves were practiced and happy. She was proud of her body and moved with ease and grace on the dance floor, she gyrated in time with the beat, smiling when their eyes met. Her unfettered breasts bobbed but somehow managed to stay contained no matter how wildly she moved. Garrett wished for them to spill but they bobbed and bounced nicely below her smile. The first tune blended into a second, and a third, Nex showed no sign of tiring. In the back of his mind he didn't envy Misty who he noticed still sat at their table, being crowded now, by two drunks who had moved into chairs either side of her. Her smile was no longer one of amusement and now resembled one of distain. Nex must have noticed her friend's predicament, and she steered Garrett back towards their table. It was possibly an accident, but one of the drunks managed to spill his drink down Misty's front. The fabric of her dress was instantly translucent, and her breasts were on display with nipples stark and clearly visible through the thin saturated material that was moulded wetly to her body. The two men leered at Misty's chest, their hands dabbing her ineffectually with paper napkins. She pushed their groping hands away angrily by the time Garrett had time to remove his jacket and offered it to her. The two drunks were escorted from the ballroom by a pair of huge men in tuxedos and frowns. After which she sat dwarfed in the jacket of his Hugo Boss, smiling gratefully, he raised his glass in mock salute, Nex punched his arm, smiling. The music was overpowering. Garrett danced with both girls. Misty, he discovered moved with lithe elegance but her movements were far from the animal grace Nex displayed on the dance floor. Eventually he had both girls on the floor simultaneously. They moved well together, in harmony with the beat. The evening wore on they danced as a threesome, oblivious of people around them and the time. Eventually the lights became bright again and the music stopped. During the time they had danced together he had learned that the girls had in fact met that afternoon and were not related but due to some untold circumstance, were sharing a hotel room. Nex was a software designer in Houston while Misty was an associate attorney at a Toronto law firm. Garrett looked at his watch; it was 1:00AM. He noted the doors were all open; groups were making their way through discrete doorways into private lounges. With an arm around each girl he made his way to one of the red doors furtherest away from everyone else's. The room had a wooden bar, complete with bartender and a couple of sofas strategically placed in front of a raised stage. He and the girls settled on a sofa. The lights were low and primal music thumped from invisible speakers. A pair of girls became visible through a hazy veil of coloured smoke; they were both young and attractive, in each other's arms and scantily dressed. Garrett was instantly embarrassed and tried to rise but Nex held his arm, he remained sitting between Misty and Nex. This must be the girl-on-girl action that the private lounges of the Casino were famous for. The girls on the stage kissed and moved in time with the music, obviously well rehearsed and choreographed, they began to artfully take off each other's clothes. Garrett became aware of Nex's hand in his lap, stroking him softly through his trousers. Misty had taken off the tuxedo jacket and leaned back on the sofa, watching him and Nex, and the two girls on the stage, as their hands moved over each other's naked breasts and one girl leaned down to kiss her companion's breast. Garrett felt himself harden; his cock was beginning to stir. Both girls sat close to him. He was aware of their fragrance, the scent he guessed came from the same bottle originally but their bodies reacted differently to the perfume on their skins. During the time they spent together on the dance floor both girls had begun to perspire, as had he. Misty's odour over her failing perfume was slightly earthy but the tang of Nex skin was intoxicatingly sexual. The hand in his lap no stroked him lightly, Nex demanded more, and she grasped his erect penis through his pants and moved in time with the music. Misty leaned over and began to kiss Nex as she leaned over and drew down his zipper pulling his cock through his fly. Garrett's eight inch cock stood up stiffly the shaft arcing towards his taunt belly. He shifted, moving his ass forward, and leaned back, Nex's hand moved up and down his shaft, fluffing him with languid strokes expertly hardening him to full erectness. Misty leaned over and kissed the soft skin behind Nex's neck. Her tongue dragged across her sensitive skin and flicked inquisitively into her ear. None of the occupants of the couch noticed the couple on the stage. Garrett closed his eyes as Nex bent forward and her platinum blond hair fell across his lap, there was no discolouration at the roots, her hair colour obviously natural. Nex's mouth touched the tip of his cock. Her lips were soft and moist, her mouth incredibly warm. She sucked softly. Garrett groaned. Misty had shifted and was on her knees next to Garrett, her hands fluttering over both of them her lips still softly kissing Nex's ear, her tongue teasingly wet and warm in Nex's ear. She began to breath softly into her ear, her free hand had bunched back the hem of Nex's dress and had snaked itself up till she was touching Nex very intimately. Nex moaned as Misty's finger found her slit. She was half bent over Garrett, her lips closed around his shaft, her tongue tracing the glands beneath the head until she half gagged when Garrett shimmied his hips and half slid into her throat, her breathing became intense snorts through her nose. Garrett leaned back, oblivious to everything but what he was experiencing. The entertainers on the stage became the audience, as Misty, slid off the sofa and pulled the hem of Nex's dress up higher, exposing her soft, warm ass. She eased Nex's knees wider first; she slipped onto her knees between Nex's ankles and her hands reached up and spread Nex's cheeks and her pussy opened like a rosebud becoming an open flower exposed to sunlight for the first time. Soft, warm, fragrant and inviting. Misty leaned forward and her mouth covered the open petals. Nex began to writhe as Misty's tongue rolled itself into a tiny penis and probed her soft wet folds before flicking noisily at her rubbery clit that freed itself from beneath its hood. Nex's back arched but her head continued to move up and down her teeth grazing the skin at the base of his cock, her tongue lashing noisily. His cock was buried deep in her throat and began to twitch. Garrett's hands were bunched into Nex's hair his breathing came in gasps, he tried to lift Nex's head from him; tugging her hair as the twitches along his thighs became more regular and intense, and his breathing was ragged. Nex stubbornly refused to lift her face from his lap, she suckled noisily. Garrett erupted. Hot lava surged from the twitching tip flooding Nex's mouth. She drew back slightly keeping the tip of Garret's cock between her lips. Nex mind left her, all decorum forgotten as Misty's mouth worked noisily between her legs; tiny electrical tics accelerated into spasms that threatened to overtake her as her mouth filled with Garrett's cum. Her back arched, she swallowed noisily trying to suppress a contented moan, knowing her orgasm was close, making her shudder, ecstatically. Garrett's cock popped free of her mouth with a soft plop! The final spurts of Garret's orgasm squirted and splattered into her hair and onto her forehead and began to dribble down into her eye, while his heart beat in time with his pumping cock. Nex's spasms stiffened her body, the electrical tickles exploded in her belly radiating out her in waves of rapturous delicious pleasure. She stiffened, her head laying still in Garrett's lap. Her eyes closed as the dripping liquid cooled on her face. Misty sighed feeling slightly left out as her companions climaxed. The pulsing of Nex's pussy subsiding and a drizzle of clear liquid oozing from the still swollen lips. Misty began to lick the fragrant dew. She had to lower herself down as Nex slumped. Since she was on her knees she had to lift her ass high in the air to keep her balance. Garrett rose from the sofa, he unclipped his waistband and his trousers slipped to his ankles. He deftly stepped out of his pants and pulled off his underpants. He positioned himself behind Misty as she knelt with her head still kissing Nex's pussy. He steadied himself with one hand on Misty's back and his other hand lifted Misty's dress. He aimed his cock below her cute little asshole and pressed forward. The tip of his cock was instantly enveloped by her cloying lubricated warmth. He thrust deeply forcing Misty to mash her face onto Nex's pussy. Her tongue slid back into Nex's waiting slit, she groaned and Nex responded by pressing herself back and thrusting upwards with delight, her arousal instantaneously back and she was ravenous for more. Garrett bent his knees slightly and his full length penetrated Misty. His thrusts were measured, she responded by thrusting her lower body upward meeting him as he moved down, their union was wet and noisy, she groaned inside Nex's pussy, filling her with a mouthful of air, which escaped with a lazy burble as Misty's curled tongue flicked crazily across Nex's clit. Misty felt Nex coiling, she was close herself, Garrett was deep inside her, stretching her inwards, her clit was grazed by the length of Garret's cock with every stroke they made together. Misty held her breath, her face was wet with Nex's sweet nectar and she was past control, her need to climax overriding everything. Nex began tremble and spasm, copious clear liquid gushed from Nex's pussy, pushing Misty over the edge, she whined and her body jerked as the pleasure overtook her senses in an earth shattering orgasm. Misty's spasms beneath him urged Garrett closer, Misty's cloying pussy gripped and released his cock as her orgasm shook her to her very core. His control was lost, he was deep inside Misty. The tickle in his spine became an electrical current; he needed both hands to steady himself, hold himself from falling over. Release was instant bliss. His knees buckled and his cock spurted a second load of his seed into Misty's waiting pussy in time with his beating heart. The naked girls on the stage began to clap their hands enthusiastically. Finding a Friend with Benefits The events related in the following "story" are factual. The names, of course, have been changed for the obvious reasons and there has been some editing of the chronology to make the story more readable. If you are a homophobe please move on. If you on the other hand appreciate the "bi-curious" male and his quest for satisfaction your comments will be appreciated and are welcome, both "tops" and "bottoms". I've been reading porn on Lit. for ages. I used to read the letters in Penthouse to get off but haven't even opened one since I found Lit! I started with the Femdom stuff, then a little BDSM. That degenerated to some gay male. Women making guys suck cock to humiliate them just led to first time gay stories where a guy relates how he went down on his first cock! The stories on cock sucking always seen to get me off but unlike most of the writers I identified with the guy getting his cock sucked not the other way around. I read the responses and noticed a common theme; there seemed to be a lot of wannabes but few takers. At least it seemed like all the cock suckers were having trouble finding a "friend with benefits." I started e-mailing any wannabe that was bold enough to identify himself. First I read his bio and eliminated anyone who was too far away. That left seven within about thirty miles of my home. For the next few weeks the e-mail traffic was hot and heavy; talking about cock sucking and how difficult it was to find a safe cock. After a while one of the wannabes "wished" we could meet "for a cup of coffee". I played hard to get. I detailed all the problems; especially my fear of discovery by friends or relatives. He worked his butt off trying to convince me he would be the perfect cocksucker for me. I didn't expect that but it was fun; being shy, acting coy, letting him court me! After considerable effort on his part I let him talk me into a face to face meeting. We settled on a chain breakfast place semi-convenient to both of us. I suggested he wear a red CSU cap so I would know him when I saw him; he agreed and asked me to wear a white golf visor. We settled on meeting in front of the restaurant at 9:30 on a Saturday. I arrived early and parked within sight of the front door. The minutes really do seem like hours when you are waiting and excited. It was all I could do not to jack-off right then! At precisely 9:30 a slightly paunchy, middle aged guy walked towards the front door wearing a red CSU cap. I watched him fidget for a moment and then got out of my car to join him. He looked very nervous as I approached, "Sam?" He asked hesitantly. "Fred?" I replied. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you! At least it will be." I offered my hand as if greeting an old friend. We shook hands tentatively and eyed one another. Neither of us is anything special; average guys, a little over-weight, and hair thinning, just average. "Let's get some coffee." I suggested and reached for the door. He seemed relieved that I didn't want to take him behind the bushes to suck my cock immediately. Once inside and seated we ordered our coffee and then talked. It was uncomfortable at first but after a while he poured out his soul. He seemed happy and relieved that another man would share his secret fantasy. Before I knew it the time slipped by and the lunch crowd started to come in. "Fred," I started, "I think I want this as much as you but I'm not ready to take the plunge today. Will you be disappointed if we wait, maybe till next week?' I could see relief and disappointment on his face at the same time. "Sure, Sam, whatever makes you comfortable." He agreed. We decided to meet the following Saturday only at 8:30 instead of 9:30. The e-mails from Fred that week were full of descriptions about what he wanted to do. I knew that on Saturday I would get my cock sucked by a guy for the first time! On Friday I told Fred to wear running shorts and no underwear. Saturday morning I drove my conversion van to the restaurant. "As I approached I suggested, "Let's get our coffee to go." "Good idea!" Fred agreed enthusiastically. I think he was even more excited about sucking me off than I was at being sucked. I drove to a shopping center and found a spot next to a building and backed in. Fred's cock was making the proverbial tent in his shorts. "Let me see your cock." I almost ordered. "What?" Fred seemed startled. "Why?" "Let's get something straight, Fred. If you are going to be my cock sucker I'm in charge! You will do as I say, do you understand? Fred was noticeably startled but nodded in agreement. "I can't hear you, Fred." "You're in charge, Sam." "Good, now take off your shirt and shorts, I want to see how much you want to suck cock." Fred took off his shirt and slid his shorts down to his ankles and kicked them off. His cock was nicely hard and pointing straight up. I locked the doors, turned in my seat and went to a captain's chair in the middle of the van. "Don't be shy now, Fred, I'll watch for trouble, you've got work to do." I pointed at the floor in front of me. "Kneel there, spread your legs and show me your cock." The rush I felt was enormous! I was lording it over this guy and he was going to suck me off and I was going to make him beg me to let him do it. "Stroke your cock and tell me what you want to do." He looked at me, and stroking his cock said, "I want to suck your cock, Sam." "And then what?" "I want to make you explode in my mouth and swallow your cum." "Do you think my cock is ready for your mouth, Fred?" "It looks hard." I was still completely dressed. "Why don't you kiss my crotch, Fred? See if you can tell through my slacks if I'm getting hot for your mouth." He buried his face in my crotch and massaged my cock and balls. It felt great to have this nearly naked man groveling at my feet, pleasuring my cock. I almost couldn't tease him any more. "Am I ready, Fred?" "Yes, Sam." "Don't you think you should call me "Master"? Am I ready Fred?" "Yes, Master!" "Then unbuckle my belt and unbutton my pants." I just sat there with my arms resting on the Captains chair arms. I felt like a king! I was really making another man do what I wanted sexually and he liked it! "Before you suck my cock, Fred, I like to have my balls played with. Do you think you would like to play with my balls?" "Please, Master let me play with your balls." "Very good! Fred. You know what to do. Rub them, squeeze them, pull them, and make my balls happy, Fred." He reached in my shorts and began playing with my nuts. I was sitting on my slacks and shorts so it was a little uncomfortable but he tried. "Don't you think you should do something about these pants, Fred?" He looked confused. "They're in the way, Fred, what do you think you should do?" He started to pull them down but I stopped him, "Aren't you forgetting something, Fred?" He cocked his head quizzically, "What, Sam?" He corrected himself, "I mean what, Master?" "Ask permission, Fred." "May I pull your pants down, Master? "Use your teeth." Fred braced himself on the arms of the seat and bit on my pants leg. I lifted myself up to make it a little easier. It took some time but my pants were finally down to my knees. Watching him kneeling before me and working so hard to get my trousers off made me harder, if that's possible. He went to work on my boxers, first one leg, and then the other. After much effort the elastic was hung up on my cock. He bit on the waist band and pulled it over my cock and balls, releasing them. He stared at his prize. "Do you think you want to continue, Fred?" His eyes never left my crotch; he licked his lips and whispered," Please let me lick your balls, Master." I was through teasing him; I pushed my boxers down to my ankles and spread my knees as I pushed my hips to the edge of the seat. He crawled between my legs and kissed my balls, timidly at first but soon his tongue began licking one side and then the other. My cock lay against his face as he licked. Soon he was sucking by balls into his mouth, rolling them with his tongue and moaning. The feeling was incredible! A naked man was pleasuring me! And, he was happy to do it; enjoying being the sucker unlike some women who did it butt never really liked it! I wasn't going to last much longer. "Lick my dick, Fred." Reluctantly he released my balls and started licking my shaft from the base to the tip. His tongue lapped up the precum as it oozed out. "Are you ready for more, Fred?" "Yes, Master, please let me suck your cock!" "Are you going to swallow my cum, Fred?" "Yes, Master, please let me suck your cock and be your cum slut!" I can't imagine what he was thinking or how he felt but I do know how enthusiastically he sucked me off! He devoured my cock, licking, sucking, bobbing, driving his lips to the base of my cock; I could feel it in his throat! He fucked my dick with his mouth like he wanted to. It was just moments before I lost my load to his hungry mouth and true to his word he swallowed every last drop. As my dick went limp I pushed him away. "Let me see your prick, cumslut," I ordered. He straightened up and held his glistening dick in his hand. "Stroke it, cumslut, cum in your hand." He closed his eyes and jacked off; in less than a minute he came and milked his prick into his hand. "Now eat it, cumslut!" He hesitated, I knew he wouldn't want to eat his own cum but I wanted to confirm my control over him. "Eat it, or else we'll never do this again." He brought his hand slowly to his lips and licked up his own cum, reluctantly, unenthusiastically but obediently. He was my cum slut. Finding a Friend "I used your shampoo, body wash and moisturizer." Nex smiled in explanation and apology. She sauntered past Misty and casually took a towel from the rail and began to vigorously buff herself dry. She took another towel and turbaned her head. "Shower's all yours Babes." She said over her shoulder as her hips swayed out of the steamy room. Misty's shorts, top and underwear were added to the pile of soiled clothing already on the floor. Misty's enjoyed the hot water cascading over her body, her fingers spread the body wash over her skin, the tips of her fingers enhanced the sensuality she was experiencing. By the time the shampoo was rinsed from her hair she was totally aroused. Without even realizing it, Misty had allowed her hands to wander down to her breasts and she began to pinch her hard nipples as she massaged in vanilla fragranced moisturizer. Then her hands drifted further down, across her belly until they reached the curve of her mound. As her fingertips traced her lips lightly, she spread the cream over her mons and along the outside of her sensitive labia, massaging it in before going to her clit, who begged for attention. Before she even realized what was happening, a familiar pounding, pulsing stirring took control of her. A tiny burst of pure pleasure emanated from her core and flowed upward through her belly and was amplified by her spine. The final spasm took her breath away and she had to lean against the shower wall to keep her balance. Her teeth had bruised her lower lip. It was an amazing orgasm. Misty took her time leaving the bathroom. Similarly clad with a towel wound under her arms and one turbaning her hair, she re-entered the room, however no amount of time could disguise a very noticeable afterglow. Nex was sitting on a bed, drying her hair with the hairdryer. She was also using Misty's brush. She lowered the drier. "Was it good?" she asked smiling. Misty blushed crimson. Her knees turned to jelly and she stumbled onto the bed next to Nex. "I hope you don't mind, I'm using your brush." Nex looked up. "Are you okay Babes?" She asked. Misty's voice was lost, her brain just refused to function. The tingle between her legs intensified as Nex's hand touched her shoulder. She lost her grip on the towel, it slid down, cool air conditioning added to her woes, the chilly air contracted her still supersensitive nipples, the darkening, contracting and wanton tips refused to follow any half hearted commands to subside, her breathing became shallow and noisy. Nex looked at her new friend anxiously. Her hand reached over and caressed Misty's shoulder. She looked into Misty's eyes and suddenly it all became crystal clear. The drier slipped from her fingers, and she leaned over, gravity allowed the towel covering her chest to slip down, and her arousal, like Misty's was evident, her large nipples were contracted into pink rosettes. She leaned in, scooting closer as Misty slumped into her arms. Their faces touched, their lips met. Their first kiss was soft, hesitant, their eyes were closed while they both explored one and other's mouths with inquisitive tongues. Nex was bolder and her fingernails trailed across Misty's shoulder and neck, bringing a soft sigh from Misty. The intensity of their kiss deepened and they both grew more demanding, almost trying to force dominance on one and other. Nex managed to push Misty down, or Misty artfully allowed herself to be pressed back onto the bed, but she drew Nex down on top of her. Nex opened her eyes, Misty lay beneath her, their mouths were locked, and their tongues flitted and fluttered; tasting, touching and teasing each other into bolder and more brazen acts. Nex broke the kiss, she used both her arms to push herself up from Misty's shoulders. Misty's eyes sprung open, her pupils dilating in panic. She looked up at a smiling Nex, who lowered her head to Misty's hard little left nipple. She latched her mouth over the sensitive mammary and began to suckle. Misty's back arched, as Nex drew the whole of her breast into her mouth. Her tongue probed and teased. Misty was breathing through her nose in hot little snorts. Her hands were all over Nex, her shoulder, her neck, and her chest and across her back. Misty's breast popped out of Nex's mouth. Misty lay back and watched as Nex looked deeply into her eyes and she shifted slightly so their lips could meet again. Their eyes closed when Nex's hand slid down between them and her hand cupped Misty's hot pussy. She squeezed. Misty gasped and strained below her but unwilling to let Nex's lips leave hers. Nex's hand opened and her palm pressed downward towards the junction of Misty's thighs. Her thumb found Misty's clit, her finger and thumb tweaking it out from beneath her hot and humid hood. The ball of Nex's thumb squished it from side to side, almost grinding it against Misty's pelvis. Misty squirmed, her mouth open and her tongue trying to find Nex's tonsils. For new lovers it was surprising, they moved as one being, or a couple who choreographed their moves over and over. Misty crabbed under Nex, sliding sideways on the bed, while Nex lifted herself up on her knees and climbed over Misty's body. They settled with Misty lying below Nex. Misty strained her neck upwards and her mouth found Nix's waiting pussy. She, herself began to gush as tiny tics, almost like an electrical current began to pulse along her widely stretched out legs. Nex in turn craned her neck down, and her mouth closed over Misty's proud little clit, her teeth grazing the sensitive bud. Misty shivered beneath her as her nose pressed into Nex's folds finding Nex's rubbery clit very slippery. Nex pressed herself onto Misty's face their bodies moving together in perfect harmony. Their breathing was noisy harmonious grunts. Both girls were racing each other to climax. Nex crooked her two fingers and pressed them against Misty's g-spot. Her fingers probing the spongy magic spot until Misty began to move in rhythm with Nex's touch. Nex used her tongue to tease Misty's swollen clit, tracing along one side of it, up and down, before moving it to that magical spot above her clit, her tongue slithered from side to side. With each new touch Misty moved her hips faster, pressing them upward as if to beg for more of Nex's touch. As she lay beneath Nex's pussy, her hands slid around Nex's ass pulling her onto her face. Nex began to pant, her breath hot against Misty's pussy. Sensing that Misty was close, Nex straightened her two fingers and began to plunge them in and out of Misty's tight, wet cunt, over and over. Faster and faster. And each time, the heel of her hand pressed hard against Misty's clit. Neither girl cared who would orgasm first it was a race to the finish. Misty felt her muscles tense and every nerve ending in her body seemed to be concentrated between her legs. Her pussy began to throb and clutch at Nex's invading fingers, and as she let go liquid gushed. The muscles in her both legs strained. Misty again bit her lower lip, trying to keep from yelling, but it was impossible. She had no control and gave herself completely over to the orgasm. "Oh, god!" she screamed. "Yessssss . . . yesssss . . . . yesssss! Oh, fuuuuuuuuck yes!" But it wasn't just one orgasm, after the first massive contraction several lesser ones rolled through her loins combining with the other, taking her over the edge, time after time, like a roller coaster, lessening then peaking again. It was unlike anything she had ever experienced. She threw her head from side to side, writhing, never wanting the pleasure to end. Misty's mind was a blur, as the pleasure began to subside she knew she needed to return the pleasure Nex had given her. She drew breath and blew into Nex's pussy hovering above her face, eliciting shuddering moan. Her arms slid back down from Nex's back and her fingers and tongue probed the inner slickness of Nex's pussy, and that wonderfully sensitive spot between pussy and ass. She pressed her finger and thumb into both openings, teasing as the tightness around her finger and thumb relaxed began alternating fast and slow movements. Nex responded with her own frenzy; she moaned and panted, her tone and language changed, pleading obscenely; begging Misty to fuck her. "Fuck me Babes, oh, yes, my cunt; just there, oh fuck your finger feels so good in my ass, more, more Babes." Always more. Misty didn't think she could possibly get enough of Nex's inner slickness or hear the sounds she was making. Misty lifted her face, Her mouth grinding onto Nex's pussy pressing her chin almost into her pelvis, her tongue found her clit poking itself out from its hood the tip of her tongue flicked questingly up and down, Nex's fingers were wound into Misty's hair and she screeched, but Misty was not going to be denied. She worked Nex into one frenzied orgasm after another until Nex pleaded, in a weak but reluctant voice, "Please, Misty, no more, please no more!" Nex collapsed on top of Misty as Misty's talented tongue slowed to a stop with a long self satisfying lick, their bodies hot and slippery. The scent of their sated bodies permeating their nostrils, their breathing laboured. Misty lay back Nex's pussy still inches from her mouth. "You do know we need to shower again before we can get dressed for the ball' don't you?" She asked as she planted a row of tiny wet kisses along Nex's inner thigh. Nex began to giggle. "I bet my orgasm in the shower was better than yours." She bragged, as she slid off Misty and stretched languidly beside her. To be continued.