29 comments/ 69374 views/ 6 favorites Favor By: magmaman {This is set way back in the sixties, a different world than today. That might help you to understand it better.} +++ I was sitting at my kitchen table enjoying my third cup of coffee when my phone rang. "Danny? Can I come over and talk to you please?" Sandy's voice asked. Sandy and Cary were two of my very best friends. I knew her first, she was the room mate of Patty, my second wife. The truth there is that if I had not been involved up to my ears in Patty, I would have made a move on Sandy but it just never happened. Then Cary came into the picture, that was the end of even any thought of that. Messing around with another man's wife doesn't sit too well with me, having had that done to me not once but twice. My first wife Sherry I caught in bed with Bobby, one of my friends at the time. Sherry and I were both eighteen, too damned young to be honest. There was one hell of a fight and I beat the holy shit out of Bobby, which got me three days in jail and a $150 fine. It was two years later when I met Patty, a foxy but slutty redhead. Patty and I didn't last very long, she exuded sex and being still young I thought I liked that. Actually, I did like it when she was slutty with me but as it turned out, she was slutty with everyone. Patty was also well aware of her effect on men, and it didn't take me very long to figure out that there was no way for her to ever keep her panties on if a male was around. Bad time there, it sort of soured me on females for quite awhile. Two in a row like that sort of shoots a man's faith all to shit. +++ "Sure, come on over any time. What's up?" I asked Sandy, curious. "Not over the phone, Danny. I will see you tonight, is about seven OK?" Her voice sounded timid, quieter than usual. "Sure." We hung up. I didn't have a clue what that could be about. Sandy and I were actually sort of close, I guess that is the right word. I loaned her some money a few times, always got paid right back. She hung around my house a lot along with others, we were all just sort of a group. Forgetting about it, I headed on in to work. That evening I got home and had some dinner, two hot dogs and some potato salad washed down with a coke. Men living alone are not exactly fussy about food, at least I am not. I went in and showered, shaved my face, planning on heading out to some night club somewhere, see what I could find. It had been nearly four months since Patty had waited until I was gone to work, then backed up a rented U-haul to our door and hauled everything she could get her hands on away. The last few months we had been together were a constant fight, I was trying to make it work but nearly every word out of that woman's mouth was a lie. So coming home to an empty house was damn near a relief. It had also been the same four months since I had been laid, but finally I was getting over the pain of it all. Being a still young and reasonably virile male, things were getting to the point where I needed something other than my own hand. Cary and Sandy had been by several times, doing everything they could do to cheer me up. They even had a big party over at their place, insisting that I be there. Of course there was one woman at the party most likely deliberately aimed at me, a big busty redhead named Marti that turned out to be a budding actress and model. I figured that part out in about 60 seconds and did my level best to stay away from her. That wasn't easy to do, she did the follow me around asking me questions bit while flipping her hair and smiling. The top half of her over sized tits showing didn't do it either. I was having none of that. The truth is that right then I did not like women at all, I guess it showed because the redhead left rather early. Her mass of flowing red hair and overtly sexy look just reminded me of Patty which made my already sour mood worse. But I was now over the Patty bitch, time to get up and moving again. +++ I was pulling on my slacks that night when someone knocked on the door. I remembered Sandy's phone call just as I opened it, another five minutes and I would have been gone. "Oh, hey! Hi, Sandy. Come on in, where is Cary?" I held the door and she walked in. She had on a plain white blouse and jeans, looking pretty like always. "Cary didn't come. In fact, that is part of what I need to talk to you about. Can we go in to the living room?" All I could think of was that maybe they were having some problems. For some reason all the gals in my circle thought nothing of baring their souls to me when they had men troubles, it beats me as to why except maybe because I will listen. Sandy wasn't one that did that much talking about men problems, instead we talked about things like hopes and dreams, she mentioned she wanted kids and a family. We chatted about politics without even arguing if you can believe that. I guess the right word is we liked each other? I poured a couple of drinks, a Whiskey for me and some Vodka for her with Orange juice that I knew she liked. "So what's going on, Sandy?" I asked her, plopping down on one of my beanbag chairs. She sat down on the living room carpet, took a sip of her drink. I noticed she easily folded her legs with her feet underneath herself, women seem to be able to do that with no effort. "This hard to say, but I want you to do me a huge favor." Sandy looked up at me, her expression was different than I was used to from her. "Sure, anything." I said. Sandy being one of my very best friends, of course I would do anything I could for her. "It's Cary. He wants me to....sleep with another man." Sandy blurted out. Now that I did not expect. Cary was always playing games, making sexy wisecracks, that was just Cary. At parties if any of the females dared to wear a top with a bow tie in the back, Cary was going to pull it sooner or later. That happened so much that we all came to more or less expect it when things got a little bit drunk. The girls sort of expected it too, which is why some of them wore tops like that in the first place. More than once we would hear some outraged shrieks, look up to see Cary being chased down a beach waving one of the girl's tops with them hot on his heels, their bare titties bouncing. Funny as hell stuff. Sandy was a bit more conservative though. She wore a more secure type suit so I never got to see her boobs, but the part I did get to see was sure pretty nice. Like I said, if I hadn't been involved in that mess with my second wife Patty, I probably would have made a stab at Sandy. So it never happened, we were just sort of buds. Once I remembered that we were all at the river, with a ski boat and having a ball. Cary cornered Sylvia who he was dating at the time, got her top off and her hands pinned behind her back. That was actually hilarious, Sylvia really didn't mind that much because she was laughing. She also barely got loose without Cary getting her bottoms, although he sure did try. She did that by reaching over and jerking his trunks down, escaping when he let go to tug them back up. We all roared at that, poor Cary standing there with his hairy four inch pecker hanging out in space. Served him right, we teased him to no end after that. Mike, one of the guys that provided the ski boat got up and starting singing "Is that all there is?", sounding real close to that Tom Jones dude. Fucking hilarious, let me tell you. Of course during that period between wives Sylvia and I had woken up together a couple of times after one of the parties. In fact I think she had woken up with just about all of the guys over time. Seeing Sylvia's bare tits was no big deal, everybody saw them at one time or another. All of that stuff was just Cary. Like I said, we were all pretty close friends, things got passed around a lot. Once I was in my bedroom with Linda after it had gotten pretty drunk. Linda was an on the chubby side gal that came to some of the parties. I woke up with Sylvia climbing in with us. Later I got up to go use the john and Sandy was asleep on one of my bean bag chairs, all by herself. Cary was curled up on the floor nearby with a blanket pulled around himself. That was the first time I noticed the two of them seemed to be hooking up. That was also about the time Patty came into the picture, she became Sandy's room mate and we had one of those whirlwind romances. That was the end of the bed hopping stuff from my point of view, but it didn't seem to slow Patty down any. Now Cary and Sandy were married? That happened real close to the time Patty took off for good, I guess I just assumed that meant things had changed. +++ "He wants you to...? Really?" I managed, with no idea at all of how to respond to that. "Yes, and I..we decided....on you?" Sandy was blushing furiously now, looking down. I didn't expect that either. "Me? You have to be kidding? Why me?" I was still floored at what Sandy was saying. "You are my friend and I trust you. I don't want it to be...a stranger, I just...you know...I couldn't." "Sandy, that is not a good idea. You guys are married." I protested. "I know, but...Danny, he pesters me about it. Don't you like me?" She got one of those looks on her face that women get, kind of like when they ask you if an outfit makes them look fat? "Sandy, you are beautiful, any man would...If it wasn't for Cary and you guys being married, I would...." I closed my mouth at that. "You are so sweet, that's why I like you so much." She gave me a big smile, reached out and rubbed my forearm. We sat and looked at each other for several seconds. One of those Elephant in the room moments. "You won't do it, will you?" Sandy sounded unhappy. "I can't. You and Cary are married, it wouldn't be right." I said. "I have an idea." She said. She tipped her drink back, swallowed about half of it. "What idea?" "Well, Cary wants me to do it...then come home and tell him all about it." "Really?" Was the best I could manage. Sandy just nodded. "I didn't know Cary was that kinky. If you can't deal with it, why not just...move on?" I told her. Easy for me to say, I guess, since I had already managed to make two poor choices in a row. Both of those ended somewhat less than peacefully. "Cary is really good to me, he is fun. He makes great money and I am really happy with him. Other than this one thing, I guess we are doing OK." She looked up at me, past the blushing now. I didn't say anything. Money and things matter to women, part of the way they are made I guess. "So I was thinking....We could...maybe just play around a little and then I can go tell him that we did it? I know I can trust you to back me up?" "Uhh..I guess." I answered, still unsure as hell. "So you will need to see me, I don't think Cary will ask but he might and if he finds out I fibbed....?" Sandy added. "See you?" I didn't quite get that part right off. "Yea. You know...naked?" Sandy blushed, but she had a smirk on her face at the same time. "OK. I think I get it. You want to pretend we made love so you can make Cary happy, right?" "Yea. I told him I would do it but just one time and he agreed." "That's it?" "Yea. But...I need to...fill a rubber. For proof." Sandy turned bright pink again. "Fill a..? You want me to go...jack off into a rubber so you can...?" "No, I will do it! That's fair, isn't it? Plus that way I can describe your..." She looked down at my crotch, which made me feel a little bit like covering myself with my hands. "Danny, please?" "OK." I thought what the hell? A beautiful woman, a friend at that is offering to give me a hand job? I have to admit here that my cock was waking up to the prospect. What the hell? Why not? "Well. How do we do this?" I asked. "First we get undressed, OK?" Sandy reached up and started unbuttoning her blouse. Her cheeks were still pink when she tugged it back off her shoulders. There was no bra, her medium sized breasts were high and firm, the brown nipples showed signs of mild excitement. At least I thought they did. Her upper body was even more beautiful than I had suspected, and suddenly naked like that was the most erotic thing any woman had even done to me. "God..." Came out of me, in a gust of air. There was no such thing as control, I came right up at the sight of Sandy like that. "Are they pretty? Do you...like them?" She reached down and lifted her breasts for me. My reaction was to reach out for her. She dropped her arms as I cupped her breasts. "Beautiful, I like them very much." "I'm glad, I know they aren't big like some girls." "You are perfect." I told her. Sandy beamed at that. "Well, do ahead and undress." She said. "OK." I began to strip down, man was this weird. She was looking right at me expectantly. I barely stepped out of my briefs when she handed me a condom. "Put this on." I just shook my head in amazement. But I was nice and hard so I rolled the thing on. I noticed her eyes kept dropping down to my cock, that helped nicely in keeping it pointed skyward. "That's pretty nice, Danny. It's bigger than..." Her voice had a small shudder in it. "OK. Well. Here goes." She slid her jeans down, there was not a trace of pubic hair. Low on her pelvis was a tiny red heart shaped tattoo. Her fairly conservative bikini that I had seen her in many times would hide that nicely. "If Cary ever asks, now you know, OK?" Sandy grinned. "OK." I could not take my eyes off of Sandy's pussy, her outer lips were large, swollen. She noticed that, too. "Does that part of me look all right?" She could not stop a slight giggle. "God..." Was all I could manage. "Sit down right here." Sandy pointed to the bean bag chair. I plopped down, leaned back. She reached out with one hand and began to pump me. "Does this feel all right?" She asked at one point, getting a grunt from me. This was insane, I was sitting on my bean bag chair getting a glorious hand job from one of my best friends? A woman married to another of my best friends? If he didn't know all about it, I would never have allowed that. I think. Besides, it sounded like Cary was thinking we would actually be fucking? This began to feel very nice in short order, I was watching Sandy's right tit hop up and down each time her arm went up and down. It was a jiggly little bounce, fascinating. She could bore holes with those nipples, too. Sandy did know what to do, she switched to using both hands and in no time she filled the condom. Then she carefully removed it, tied a knot and slipped it into a tissue, placed that in her purse. She stood up, still completely naked. "Your cock is different, it has that skin on the end of it. Cary doesn't have any." She said, looking at me with interest. Not information I really needed mentioned, although I knew that from that one time way back when Sylvia had yanked his shorts down. "OK. I am going to go now. This is a secret, just between the three of us, OK?" "OK." I lay there and watched as she got dressed, then she stood for a moment and looked me up and down. I looked her up and down in return, thinking I sure as hell screwed up the works back when I was with Patty. Even dressed, she looked wonderful. I lay there naked as a Jaybird on the bean bag, while she looked me over carefully. I felt myself begin to erect again. "That was fun! You should have asked me out way back, you know." Then Sandy giggled, and was gone. I lay there for a long time. Then I got dressed. I didn't bother to go out that night, instead I watched TV and then went to bed. I remembered part of the dream. Sandy was standing there naked, at the foot of my bed, smiling. Waking up, I looked at the clock. It was 4 AM, my cock was so hard it actually hurt. I had no choice, I went into the bathroom and relieved myself, the vision of Sandy nude like that completely fixed in my mind. +++ I ran into Cary and Sandy at a party about three weeks later, Sandy showed no signs that anything had happened at all. She came up to me and hugged and kissed me like she always did. Later we danced together, fast ones with lots of jumping around. It seemed like every time I looked her way, she was looking back. I realized that she was having an effect on me, it wasn't something I could really do anything about. If things had been different way back, if I had simply asked her out? Who knows? But I was in the middle of that crazy mess with my ex-wife Patty. There were several other single women at the party, but none of them interested me. I kept glancing at Sandy, thinking of the way she had looked naked. How she had almost shyly reached out to touch me, the way she had made me feel. It felt like something was not complete there. At one point it got stuffy inside the apartment the party was at so I went outside. There were some lawn chairs set up, the night was cool. Cary came out and sat beside me. We just looked up at the stars, not talking much. "So how did you like Sandy?" He finally asked. I could tell from his voice that he was on the tipsy side. "Fine, she is a good friend. You are a lucky guy." "You know what I mean. She is a pretty good fuck, isn't she?" He asked. I didn't answer, what in the hell was I supposed to say? "You did fuck her, didn't you?" Cary pressed. I got that, he wanted to know. "When did Sandy get that little heart shaped tattoo?" I shifted the subject slightly. "Oh. Long time ago, I am not sure." That seemed to satisfy him. Glancing over at Cary, it struck me that suddenly I didn't like him very much. Hell, he had a woman like Sandy, what the hell was the matter with him? "I like it when women shave themselves, it makes them nice and soft." I added just to prod him some. I guess my tone was a little snotty, he acted like he picked up on that. "That ex of yours, Patty? Did she ever shave that off?" He asked. "No, she was always proud of her big red....?" It hit me right then. How did Cary know she didn't? I looked over at him, he flushed. I knew right then, him too? But then Patty was that way. "You messed around with Patty? Back when we were together?" I felt a flash of what I had thought was long dead anger. "She came over to my place once, kind of threw herself at me." I just stared at him. "Hey, I'm not real proud of that, bud. But shit happens. At least now we are even, right?" Cary asked. He looked at me for a reaction, I didn't react at all. We sat there for a long time, not talking. Cary got up to go inside, then he stopped. "Dan, I know you probably think all this is weird, but I love the hell out of Sandy. It's just that sometimes I...you know..I have..problems?" I glanced up at my supposed friend, he was blushing. I knew what he was trying to say, more information I didn't need. "It gets me going, you know. When I think of Sandy..doing that?" I nodded. I had heard of things like that but didn't understand it. But there was a ringing in my ears, I would never have dreamed of touching Sandy, not unless the situation was something like this. But my friend Cary had been with Patty? Back when we were having troubles? Not out in the open but behind my back? "I don't want to lose her, is what the deal is? I know I can trust you, which is why I picked you. But just once is all it is." I knew damn good and well I wasn't his choice, I was Sandy's choice. "Cary, it's all right. I didn't mind at all." Lord did that sound stupid. Cary nodded, turned and went inside. I got up and went to my car and went home. +++ I was sitting at my table having a cup of coffee a few days later when my phone rang. Favor "Hi, Danny. Can I come over tonight?" Sandy's voice sounded happy. "Sure, what's up?" I asked, already knowing. "I will tell you when I get there, OK?" "OK." I answered. Sandy giggled and hung up. "I know I can trust you." Cary had told me. Suddenly I wasn't too sure of that. I know. It was wrong. But Sandy told me she wanted to be with me and the truth is that by then I wanted to be with her. By morning we both knew. Well, I knew and I found out when I woke up and she was sitting on the bed, tears in her eyes. "What's wrong?" I asked her. "I don't want to go back to Cary." She said. "Then don't." "Really?" "Yes, really." I told her. She piled on top of me and started smothering my face with kisses. Yes. We both knew. +++ Breakups are hard, something I know all about. For the third time, there was a big fuss. Lots of yelling, threats but Cary likely didn't really want to go man on man with me. He did call up and threaten to shoot me, but he never tried anything. Maybe it was my answer to that. "Don't let nothing but fear hold you back!" I told him and hung up. The other thing I found out is that I was wrong about one thing, not all females give a shit about the money. Sandy never asked for a single thing from Cary. I suppose I should feel guilty as hell for fucking another man's wife, but I didn't. The guy had done it to me, so like he said, we were even. I just didn't give her back. I also know I got the better of things, because now nearly twenty years and three kids later, Sandy is still here. In fact, when she came over that night so many years ago, she simply never left. We both discovered that not only were we in love, but we both had been for quite a long time. Funny how something can be right there in front of a person's face and not be seen. Way back I used to drop by Sandy's place just to visit. Just because I wanted to, why never really registered on me. Then one day Patty was there, looking sexy as hell. That got in the way of the truth for awhile. Cary? Damned if he didn't marry Sylvia, and that worked out just fine. So as it turns out, Cary did me a favor. Favor for a Friend You were always there for me. And I for you. A week before my sweet sixteenth birthday I came to you crying because I was “Sweet Sixteen and never been kissed.” So, even though all of the exploring we had up until then had only been the hiking in the woods, or swimming in the creek, or at the most, in-depth verbal discussions of our passing childhood and maturing sexuality, you kissed me. We fumbled through it and afterwards we laughed, deciding it was gross and from now on we’d just be best friends forever. None of that sex crap, it would ruin a good thing. That’s just what best friends do, we both agreed. When your girlfriend dumped you a week before your prom you called me up, crying. It broke my heart and I offered to go to her house and give her a black eye so she wouldn’t be able to go to the prom with anyone else. No, you said, and instead asked me to be your date. I borrowed my sister’s prom dress from last year, cancelled an all night roller skating event I had planned to attend with a bunch of my friends, and went to your lame prom. Afterwards we went to the beach bonfire with the rest of your class. We laid down on the blanket and listened to and watched everyone laughing and singing and making out all around us. You fell asleep with your head in my lap, crying. I cried too. We woke up at dawn, when the sun was beginning to rise pink, orange and magenta over the rolling ocean horizon. That’s just what best friends do. Every time I broke up with a boyfriend, regardless of who was at fault, you were there. Every time you broke up with a girlfriend, regardless of who did the dumping, I was there. We talked, we hugged, we snuggled. We loved each other but we never made love. We never even kissed again. That’s just what best friends do. Eventually we started living our own lives. We double dated a while, but that soon became messy when I started realizing none of your girlfriends were good enough for you. And all of my boyfriends were jerks, you told me repeatedly. Finally, we came to an understanding where we would talk on the phone weekly, and we would get together a few times a month without our respective partners. Now? We still love each other. That’s just what best friends do. So I wasn’t in the least bit surprised when you called me up for your weekly bitch session, complaining about Joanie. She loved you, I was sure of this, but she just didn’t like sex. And it was driving you nuts. Sometimes when we had these conversations we would get horny as all hell, and we’d talk each other through cumming. That was the closest we ever allowed ourselves to get to having sex. I figured tonight would end up like that so I made myself comfortable on the couch and slipped a hand beneath my nightgown while we talked on the phone. “It’s driving me crazy. How am I supposed to go on like this?” You asked me in earnest. “It’s been two months and she’s fine with it.” “You sure she isn’t cheating on you?” I asked again. How could she NOT want to make love to this man? He was everything I ever dreamed about in a man, a lover. So much so that none of the men I ever dated matched up to him-my measure of the perfect man. “I don’t know. I try to be a good lover. I spend so much time on her, I don’t rush. I could eat her out for hours if she would only let me, Lee. She just doesn’t like it. She never cums. Not like you, Miss Two Minute Moaner.” “How can she not let you???” I slipped a finger over my clit, imagining it was your tongue. I moaned softly and I heard you chuckle. “Are you gonna cum for me tonight, babe?” I just love it when you call me babe. “If you want me to I can. I would cum for you every night if I were your woman.” I love you so much, I can’t understand how any woman wouldn’t want to cum for you. I heard you groan and the phone made a rustling noise, as you shifted position. “Me too.” You said. There was silence and I knew you were slipping your hand down your pants as well. I always know the exact moment you do that. You don’t even have to tell me, I can hear it in your sigh. “Where is she now?” I bit my lip and slipped a finger inside my cunt, dripping already with anticipation of you cumming with me. “Inside watching the Soprano’s.” “Ohh.” A quick, involuntary shudder of a mini climax, trembled through me. I removed my soaking wet finger out from between my cunt lips and sucked on it loudly, so you could hear what I was doing. “Taste good?” You asked knowing all too well my reply. Your answers were coming clipped and short, and I knew you were working your cock as feverishly as I was rubbing my clit. “Mmmm hmmmmmmm.” I responded and moaned again, a bit louder this time. “I’m cumming,” I offered you. “Me too,” You replied, panting a bit. “Oh shiiiiitttt.” You said this breathlessly as you came and that set me off so I echoed your phrase. We breathed heavily for a moment together, then both of us laughed at the same time. “I love you so much.” I said, waiting for your response. But you hesitated this time. “What’s wrong?” “Nothing, I was just thinking.” “About?” I continued to rub my clit, enjoying the small tremors rippling out through my body. “About why Joanie can’t enjoy sex like you do.” “Maybe she’s gay?” I teased. “Bi would be better. I could handle that. I wish she could just see. I wish you could just talk with her. Just once.” “Ohhh no. No way. This is your relationship, I’m not gettin involved.” Silence filled the air between us. “What?” “Are you still touching yourself?” Your voice was still deep, deep like it gets when you’re working your hard cock and looking to get off with me. “Um. Yeah. I guess you would say that.” I started caressing and rubbing in earnest again, circling my clit, massaging the folds where the lips part, slipping a finger in and out of the very juicy entrance to my cunt. “What if you came over for dinner tomorrow night. And talked to her.” “Nope.” “Come on. What if we just started talking about sex in front of her. Maybe she would open up. There’s got to be a reason she doesn’t like to have sex with me.” “There is. She’s insane. Dump her and keep looking. I’ll bet she is gay. How can she resist you?” “I can’t dump her. I think she loves me. I don’t want to hurt her.” You sucked in your breath and I heard the tissue box on your end rustle as he pulled out a wad of tissues. You were ready to shoot your load again. “If I talk to her I may just tell her what a jerk she is and how she should be taking care of her man.” You laughed and responded softly, “As well as you do?” “No one can do it as well as me, darlin’.” I flirted with you, wishing for once I could break our vow and just fuck you. Just once. “Come for dinner tomorrow night. Let’s just see what happens.” “What could happen?” I slipped two fingers inside of myself and I felt my pussy pulse. “Maybe I will get lucky and have both of you at the same time.” You groaned with the thought. “Fuuuuuuuuck,” you blew softly into the receiver and dropped the phone. That was a good one for you, I thought, imagining you jerking off. That sent me over the edge. I cum again, thinking of having sex with you while your girlfriend watches. “So. Uh. What time is dinner?” I asked breathlessly, the shudders of my last climax echoing in my words. I arrived at 7 sharp, with a bottle of Jacks and a 6 pack of Mike’s Hard Lemonade. We have always drank Jack Daniels for as long as I can remember. She drinks the lemonade. She hugged me and told me you were in the shower. I hugged her back, then followed her into the kitchen where we cracked open the JD and lemonade. “How’s things?” She asked, a bit nervously. She was always nervous around me, touching things, straightening stuff, never just chilled out and relaxed. “Dating anyone yet?” Nah. I shook my head, already very annoyed with her. I wanted to make her as uncomfortable as she was making me. “Lately it takes too much energy to find someone. I think all the good ones are taken.” “Aww... I’m sorry. How long has it been since you and Pete split up?” “Six months. No biggie. He annoyed the shit out of me. But at least he was good in bed.” I grinned and she blushed. “So. How’s work?” She asked, ripping a napkin into tiny shreads and avoiding my eyes. “Not bad. I work a lot of OT now so I’ve been busy.” “Ah.” She swigged her drink and narrowed her gaze, lowering her voice. “Can I ask you a question?” Sure. I nodded. “I don’t want to pry.” I shrugged. “Go for it.” “Maybe I shouldn’t. I’m sorry.” “Just ask!” “Um. Peter. You said he was good in bed?” I grinned again and rolled my eyes. “Was he ever.” “Um. How... how many times a month did you guys do ... you know.. do ‘it’?” “A month??” I laughed. “You mean a week?” “A week??? Oh no. I meant a month. You mean you did it every WEEK?” “Um.. Yeahhh. Sometimes two and three times a night,” I clarified and she sputtered her lemonade, unprepared for my confession. “Sorry.” “Did you like it? or was it just like, you know, something he demanded you had to do so you did it just to keep him?” It was my turn to sputter, a horrible waste of JD on the rocks. “I don’t do anything to keep any guy. I love sex.” I looked her straight in the eye with that one. “Me too,” You chime in from behind. I turn around to find you standing in the doorway with a towel wrapped around your waist. Droplets of water glisten on your shoulders. Your hair, still wet, is slicked back. You have the most incredible smile broadening your face. Your eyes are glittering. I see a lump in the middle of your towel just below your waist. “Oh gosh, honey. You weren’t listening were you? We were having a girl talk here.” Her voice squeaks with humiliation as she questions you, seemingly unaffected by the sexy, masculine vision you create. I don’t even think she realizes there’s nothing but a thin piece of yellow terry cloth separating her from complete euphoria. “As a matter of fact I was, Joanie.” You walk over, never breaking eye contact with me, and reach for my glass. With one quick, swift toss you down its contents, then turn towards your girlfriend. I feel my pantiless crotch grow moist. I think I am going to fuck you tonight. Finally. “See Joanie? It’s okay to like sex.” She looks at me, her face a bright hue of crimson, and shakes her head. “My mom once told me--” “Honey, forget what Mom told you. She lied. Sex is great. Cumming is great. Making love is great. Don’t tell me you don’t like to fuck?” I tried to be as blunt as I could. She gasps. “Sorry.” I shrug and look at you. You wink with approval. “You tell her,” You cheer me on. “Go on.” You grab her hand and pick up her drink, then lead her to the couch. I get her another bottle from the fridge, refill my glass and pour you one, and carefully follow you two into the living. I sit on one side of you, she is on the other. Your towel, I notice, is parted and your leg is completely uncovered, all the way up your thigh. Your cock, I see, is as alert as ever. Slowly I lean over and grab her hand. “Touch him.” She pulls away and reaches for her drink, shaking her head. “Cut it out, this isn’t funny.” You answer for both of us. “We’re not laughing.” Then, holy shit, you blow me away with your next move as you lean toward me and kiss me gently on the lips as your hand slips up and gently fondles my breast through my cotton button down shirt. My thighs squeeze together of their own volition and I suck my breath in, pulling away. Your girlfriend, I notice, is mesmerized. I lean over and grab her hand, then slip it beneath your towel, laying it on your hard thick cock. I let go of her hand and trace a finger over her knuckles, downward, to your sack and fondle your balls softly. I watch you lean towards her and kiss her on the lips. She murmurs a protest and mutters something about embarassing her, but we both ignore her as I gulp my drink down then get on my knees between your legs. I slip her hand lower, to cup your balls, and I push your towel aside as you continue to kiss her deeply. Licking my lips I lean forward and draw my tongue slowly up your beautiful cock, from your balls to your tip. You thrust forward, never breaking the kiss. I hear you groan. Her hand moves from your balls to my head, resting on my crown. I begin my assault on your rock hard rod, sucking and swirling my tongue around its tip. Slowly I inch you into my mouth, between my lips, over my tongue. You snake your way into my mouth, inch by inch, inch by inch, until the head of your cock is pressing against the back of my throat. I begin to bob my head slowly up and down, working your balls and your shaft with one hand, sucking and licking your cock with my mouth and tongue. I taste your pre-cum and begin to moan as I work you a bit faster. You move your hand to the top of my head and apply a bit of pressure. I keep going- completely caught up in blowing you, finally. I feel your cock tighten, your balls feel like they’re ready to explode. You grab my hair. So I stop. I pull you slowly out of my mouth breathing heavily and lick the tip of your cock clean. Looking up, I notice the two of you have stopped kissing and are watching me. Her mouth is hanging open. Your hand is is still wrapped in my hair. I grin and look up at you and you wink again. “Maybe we should go in the bedroom where there’s more room?” “I... I ... I...” she stammers as you and I stand. She follows us without uttering another word. I turn the bed back as you undress her slowly, blouse first, then kneeling, you unzip her jeans and slowly drag them down over her thighs. Her panties come off as I unclasp her bra. She is naked now. We both look at each other, a bit in shock, as if to say “Now what?” “You two want me to leave?” I ask, suddenly feeling like an outsider. Both of you, surprisingly, shout “No!” in unison. You look at her with total disbelief, as do I. I begin to strip slowly, seeing as how I am the last one dressed. I unbutton my cotton black blouse slowly, one button at a time, my gaze never leaving your face. The longing is apparent as you take in my lace black bra, my bared midriff, my belly button as I unbutton and unzip my jeans. You swear softly when you notice I have no panties on. My gaze moves to your girlfriend as I slip my hand inside between my legs, pushing my middle finger against my slick clit, my newly shaved bald pussy. I move toward her, and reach out my hand to her curly haired patch. She jerks involuntarily as I touch her. I lower my mouth to her breast and slip my finger between the lips of her cunt. She’s wet. So wet. You move away and disappear into the bathroom and I pause, not knowing what to do next. So I take this time to move towards the bed, maneuvering her gently down so that her head rests against the pillows. She moves like she is in a trance, not sure what to do unless I direct her. You return with a scissor, razor, a bowl of hot, soapy water and some towels and look at me with a look of surprise that echoes my own sentiments. I shrug as you hand me the scissor and razor, but you nod your head towards her and climb on the bed, laying next to her. As you kiss her soundly I kneel between her legs, lathering up her pussy until its a nice, soapy mess. The second I touch the scissor to her curly pubic hair she squeals and sits up. You cradle her and nudge her to lay down, your hand sliding over her nipples as you begin to kiss her again. She moans softly and you give me a thumbs up as I continue to trim her bush. Once her hair is cropped closely I begin to shave her so that her pussy is completely bald. Each stroke of the razor turns me on as I’ve never been turned on before. I find myself licking my lips in anticipation of her newly shaved pussy. I want to have first licks. I chuckle to myself, wondering if that’s how that saying was originated. I continue to shave and trim until she is as bald as I am. I slide a hand over her glistening lips, wiping them clean with a damp washcloth. I slip a finger inside of her and at the same time inside my own pussy and we both moan softly. The sound of us causes you to stop kissing her and look up. You shake your head in disbelief once again at what you are witnessing, what you are taking part in, and move away from her to come towards me. Your girlfriend watches through half closed lids, unable to move as you wrap your arms around me and pull me to you. Your lips mold around mine and you steal my breath away with your urgency. You whisper how badly you want to fuck me but I shake my head and push you away. I crawl over to your girlfriend and begin suckling her breasts, one at a time while kneading the other, pinching the nipple softly between my index finger and thumb. I suck on the other, rolling my tongue around the tip until it beads up like a hard little pearl. I rake my teeth ever so softly across it and she whimpers and squirms. You slip your finger inside my sopping wet cunt, working my clit as if your fingers were my own fingers and I cum within seconds, washing your hand with my juices. I bite her nipple and moan loudly, pushing my cunt into your palm and arching my back as the trembling shakes my body. When finally the rippling slows and ceases I release her breast and focus my gaze on your straining cock, licking my lips with my intention quite evident. Grabbing her ankles you gently slide her down the bed so her butt comes just to the edge. You kneel on the carpetted floor, thighs spread apart just enough so I can slide beneath you on my back. As you bend over to lick her slick cunt I rest my head against the side of the bed nice and comfy and begin to lick your long, thick shaft slowly upwards from the base. I bring my hands around your legs and grab your ass, raking my nails across your skin as I push the tip of your cock between my parted moistened lips. My tongue flicks your tip, and I tickle the hole with the tip of my tongue, tasting your cum already. Slowly I suck you into my mouth, licking my way around your cock and back down. You start thrusting your hips, driving your cock deeper down my throat. Your girlfriend yells, “Ohhh Goddddddddd!” as your tongue and lips and teeth bring her to the best orgasm she’s ever had. You cum as well, shooting your load in my mouth, on my face over my breasts and belly. You taste sweet and hot and I just love the way you fuck my mouth. You slow down as she quiets down and the three of us just stay connected for a minute, your lips and tongue licking and kissing her clit, my lips wrapped around your still hard cock. Finally you move away from me, offering me a hand to help me stand and the two of us crawl up onto the bed next to Joanie. We lay for a while, dozing and not saying anything, she under one of your arms, me under the other. After all, what are best friends for?