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Friended

By: romancer



"Nan, I got an interesting Facebook message today."

"Oh yeah?" replied my wife, not looking up from her book (something nonfiction, not important here), her tea cup steaming at her side, as is her usual posture on vacant evenings.

"It was from Tom Rasmussen - I don't think you'll remember them, but he ended up marrying my high school steady, Jane, a couple years out of school."

"Uh-huh, not sure I remember him," she sort of said, clearly not very engaged with my scintillating conversation.

"Anyway, he lives over in Greenville and was coming this way on business, he said, and asked if I might grab a cup of coffee with him. I said sure, even though I didn't really hang with him back then. So, anyway, I messaged back, he was online and we exchanged mobile numbers and ended up meeting at the Hut, and chatted. I hardly recognized him, as he looked sort of gray and drawn, but chalked it up to lean living - he's about my height, basically on the good looking side of unremarkable guy, but must weigh 20 pounds less now - of course, I should weigh about ten pounds less, so I guess we're even there."

"So far, you're not living up to the 'interesting' part - what did you chat about?" she said, the first indication I had that she was paying any attention at all. Ah well, in for a penny and all that, I forged ahead, tentatively.

"Various stuff, what had been going on with each of us, nothing at the beginning that would qualify as interesting on either side. He and Jane have done the family thing and the kids have flown the nest, like so many of us in our 40s, I guess. They were doing fine until a couple of months ago. But then he got diagnosed with some sort of cancer, and he's been going through the various treatments and shared that (1) he may come through this ok, or he may have only a couple of months of good quality life to go, and (2) regardless of the prognosis, he's currently impotent."

"Heckuva thing to share with someone he hasn't seen in years, isn't in contact with, but whose girlfriend he married. That's really a shame about his health, but now you've piqued my interest - what then?"

"Well, he said that he's always fantasized about seeing Jane get it on with someone else, and now that he may be checking out, he's made that a bucket list thing and has convinced her to go along with it."

"He wants to watch someone screw his wife? That's pretty sick."

"Not as uncommon a thing as you might think, my somewhat sheltered dear."

"And he called you?" 

I figured she was ahead of me as usual from the tone of voice and look on her face, neither of which was particularly friendly at the moment.

"Well, he said that in talking it over with Jane, that she didn't want to do it, had refused to even discuss it for years, but in light of the whole situation, reluctantly agreed but only if she got to choose the guy, with no input on his part, and she chose me. He said that she said that we were both so innocent when we were dating - and we were - that I was the only man she'd ever really had feelings for that she'd never consummated, that she figured from knowing about our lives from mutual friends that I was a decent guy who'd keep it covert, who was likely clean, and with whom she might feel less cheap in the whole affair."

"Uh-huh, and you replied, Mr. Lothario??"

"I told him I'd need to talk with you, that I was flattered no doubt, that he was right in that I'd never even touched her beyond your basic hug and kiss thing - we never even 'petted' to use that beyond kissing but short of fucking term."

"OK, you've talked with me. And let me tell you, I don't really care about his bucket list, nor about some blonde's long smoldering hots for you, nor about any of this. If you're asking me, the answer's no, unequivocally. And if you're not asking, then you'd better never let me find out you've done it! End of discussion!!"

And with that, she iced over, slammed the book shut, went into the bedroom slamming the door, basically the whole cold shoulder routine. I was left to contemplate, and in retrospect, I'd never asked her so she'd never said no (boy, I can parse as well as any President!). That left it for me never to let her know, if I went along with it. I did note that she remembered Jane being blonde, while Nan's brunette - so she was definitely paying attention to something and had made clear her feelings.

Which left, in turn, for me to think about the rest of it. Jane was my first post-pubescent love, and we were mutually in at least puppy love. She was considered to be slightly above average in looks, but nothing like a beauty in our parlance back then. I, on the other hand, had enough sense to realize she was going to get better and better looking with age, to appreciate her slim build and lust after those budding breasts that I never even touched outside her blouse, and to love that she was kind and generous in her heart. I was smitten then, made all sorts of private plans to be with her, got painfully hard erections when we'd make out briefly in my car before she went in after dates - the whole teen thing. She went off to college across the state from where I did, and as is common with such things, we just sort of drifted apart - no big breakup, just less and less reason to stick things out. I hadn't seen her since our tenth high school reunion, which she attended with her new husband, Tom. She'd become a nurse and they'd just had a kid. I was working like a dog in my startup business, also was married, also a new father. We chatted amiably I remembered Nan being a tad protective (ok, no doubt an indicator of jealousy - without reason at the time), but it was all my old gang, and Nan grew up across the country from the rest of the folks there, so no doubt was feeling a bit outsider-ish anyway.

Being alone, I went to the computer and got back to Tom's Facebook message, which of course led me to his page and to some photos of Jane. She had, indeed, gotten better and better looking, was a couple of pounds heavier but would still be considered average by most accounts, with what appeared to be medium breasts, and from the photos of them hiking and skiing and such, with a derriere that reflected excellent physical shape. Best yet, she still had that open-hearted smile that had won me back in high school. A night with her was seeming to be tempting indeed, with all sorts of imaginings of youth fulfilled in the fullness of adulthood. Neither of us was innocent any more, and my parts were all functional, likely especially my dick, which stirred in my contemplation of an evening with her, no holds barred.

Tom had laid out a plan - something I neglected to mention since Nan had stormed out, I rationalized. Greenville was about an hour and a half from us. They had a big house, empty except for the two of them. He proposed I figure out a date and said I could come up in the afternoon, expecting to stay 'til the next day, giving us all plenty of time to avoid feeling rushed, yet not overstaying the situation. He admitted that he had long imagined watching Jane be made love to, and had always included himself in the scenario along with some other male, so that the two of them could make Jane's every sexual dream come true. Then he admitted that she'd never admitted to having any sexual dreams that were of that nature and had assured him that he was all she needed or wanted, and that even with the impotence thing, that they'd be fine, just would learn to do without sex, as if it were ever that easy.

I'd asked him if there were any prospects for resolution of the impotence if all the various medical procedures worked out, and he said that there was that prospect, but he thought the docs were just trying to keep his spirits up with the possibility and considered he was most likely not going to be around in a year, so that might be a nice dream but would be little more, at least for the time being. Waiting to see was just not an option for him - he'd made up his mind, and I'd begun to look at this as an unusual mercy fuck at worst.

I'd told Tom at the end of our conversation that I'd give it some thought, and to please relay my very best to Jane in any event. 

If being obsessed about 20 hours a day (and I sleep 8) qualifies as giving it "some thought," I qualified over the next week, then less and less, as the reality of it just not happening seeped into my day (and sometimes night) dreaming. And so, life went on - for a while.

Two months later, in early June, Nan announced she was going to spend July Fourth weekend with her sister in Indianapolis. Nan is a fireworks fan, and they do things right over there. I can take 'em or leave 'em. Nan and her sister always were close, and while I got along with Sally, it was always pretty obvious that my presence was a deterrent to their times together. Not that I stopped anything, but just that plans would need to include me and sitting around for hours listening to opera CDs wasn't exactly my cup of anything.

Nan and I were getting along fine again by then - she has a conveniently short anger phase usually - with our sex life basically consisting of waking up on Saturday mornings, each taking a bathroom and toothbrush break with me running the electric razor as well then returning to bed, starting with nice wakeup cuddling and predictably progressing to nice wakeup fucking. Sometimes she sucked me first, as it always worked in lubricating her; sometimes I went down first. I'm a slow, once and done, type, while she comes easily and repetitively. Typically, I'd estimate she comes at least six, up to a dozen, times, and I do once, sometimes not at all (which, contrary to all the mythology, doesn't cause me discomfort, just keeps me horny which is great for me, as I can sometimes conjure an afternoon session as well if I play my cards right).

All in all, we have a fine sex life. But (and there always has to be that 'but,' right?), Nan pretty much refuses to cross some very set boundaries. Sexy lingerie? Not if it's not comfortable for her, which means pretty much no way. Watch/read porn together? Nope. Groupies: out of the question. Toys? Nope, not even toys. Anal? Ha. Role playing? Not even that. Talk about our fantasies, hopes, ways to get better? She says she doesn't fantasize, and one time called me sick for admitting I was aroused by images of her with former lovers. Talk about a damper. So, I've gotten used to a combination of vaginal intercourse + fellatio not to consummation + cunnilingus (which, fortunately, I enjoy as does she). She's not amenable to discussing any of this, won't even tell me when she's coming although the signs are pretty clear and she confirms it afterward. I have taken refuge in an active fantasy life, reading (and, obviously, writing) porn, and frequently thinking of something other than what's happening at the moment when I do get to orgasm myself.

Like, for instance, old girlfriends, watching, imagining Nan being taken by another guy and me in tandem - pretty tame for pornography, but life is ok, you know? I've got a good job, loving and solid kids, a faithful and sexy in her own way wife - what more could I ask? Now that I see it put that way, a lot or a little, depending on which side of the bed...

Oh, well, maybe a tryst with an old sweetheart. And the July trip sounded about perfect to me. Nobody around home would miss me if I were gone for a day - I could even manufacture an alibi if I wanted. Nan said just not to let her find out, right?

So, I called Tom and asked if he were still doing ok, and if his bucket list still needed filling. He said he had finished his round of treatments and was in remission, awaiting more tests in a couple of months to reveal whether or not he'd have good news or not. He added that he was still always limp (a bit of TMI there, but I didn't stop him), although mentally he really missed sex. July would be perfect timing for his health, and his bucket was definitely wanting. He said they'd made no other plans for the Fourth, and he'd let me know. Which he did, the next day, and it was on. 

When we talked again, I wondered if going someplace not theirs might be better, and after we chatted, we agreed that a trip to a mountain resort might be just right - away from familiar people most likely. I got the camping bug when my son was a boy scout and haven't lost it, but only manage a couple of trips a year. Nan doesn't camp, so my going while she was out of town was perfect - that would be my story, it would work with Nan's being at her sister's, and I'd need no witnesses for anything no matter what.

Tom took it from there, and we texted and phoned over the next three weeks, agreeing to meet up at the High Ridge Vistas, an upscale and small resort with campgrounds nearby but far from rustic itself. Come the Tuesday before the Fourth (on a Friday that year), Nan packed her things and I took her to the airport, saw her to Security, watched her clear and disappear down the hall, and left, driving myself back home, still not quite convinced either that I was really being offered such a wonderfully salacious opportunity or that I was really prepared to go through with it.

On Wednesday, I called and chatted with Nan in the morning, then drove westward, where she knew I'd be off grid in the mountains. I even took my camping gear, not quite sure why. Winding up through the two lane blacktop, the air was clear, as was the forecast for temps from 60s to 80s, and I was repeatedly reminded of my mission by the stirrings in my lap. By the time I parked at the prearranged cabin down the road from the lodge, I was horny as a toad and nervous as the proverbial cat.

The cabin was empty when I got there, but unlocked as agreed. I let myself in and tossed my bag in the second bedroom, noting that there were clothes already in the master bedroom closets, toiletries in the master bath. The cabin was hunting lodge stuff - big fireplace, upholstered hewn wood furniture, a terrific kitchen with everything you'd put on a wish list, stocked fridge, wine in the rack, booze on the side bar - Tom had no doubt paid handsomely for this, and it was indeed handsome. There was also a deck overlooking a great view, with a wooden hot tub, and the whole place was well away from any other place, so totally private. Honeymoon heaven for an outdoorsy couple, I reflected.

Soon, I had showered, shaved, put on just a tad of the same cologne I'd slathered on when I was dating Jane, put on loose camp shorts and short sleeve camp shirt, grabbed a beer, and was relaxing doing a channel check when I heard their car. Going to meet them at the door, I felt a lot awkward, but a lot willing. Tom led, looking a lot better than he had at our last meeting, and behind him came Jane. 

I'd have known her anywhere, even if we hadn't seen them at the reunion. She was still trim, still enhanced by what I'd guessed were B-cups, still conservatively dressed, in khaki skirt and a simple white blouse, just thin enough to see the outline of a white bra, maybe even a demi-bra (I was determined not to stare so didn't know yet) underneath it. Just a bare touch of makeup which I thought she didn't need anyway. Great legs, bare, with sandals- not ready to go hiking in the mountains, for sure. I wondered if, considering the very vanilla outfit, if the deal was still on. 

After a handshake with Tom, Jane and I hugged, tightly, cheek-kissed, smiled genuine gladness to see each other. Small talk ensued, mostly their recounting checking out the town down the road to kill time. They'd driven up the day before, shopped to stock the fridge and settled in, went to town that morning and reported they'd pretty much exhausted the sights. They were ready to clean up and all of us were a bit hungry. I volunteered to cook dinner and did that while they disappeared into the bed/bath room. After rustling up some of their groceries - the salmon looked good and wouldn't last, and the salad stuff was similar, so I grilled the salmon on the range, fixed a salad, warmed a boule of sourdough, and opened a big bottle of chardonnay that was already chilled in the fridge. About the time I had the salmon done, they reappeared and we sat down for a bit. They'd obviously cleaned up - the faint scent of that, plus her damp hair were evidence. No makeup, she looked great, even better than before, I thought.

"Great dinner, Dan!" Jane smiled as she tasted the salmon. "I didn't know you were a chef."

"Hardly a chef - just know how to do some basics, and you folks did great grocering, made it easy," I said, truthfully.

"I did, however, forget dessert," I added. "I just realized - I don't usually do it, so sorry, if you "

"I have some ideas," said Tom, and subtlely leered (if that can be done) at Jane.

"Tom!" Jane countered, blushing. That a 40s mom could blush was amazing, and she made it gorgeous as well.

"Hey, we know we're all adults here, and we know what's going on, right?"

"Let's leave it at we know what might, but that's to be decided, and each of us gets a vote," I interrupted, wanting to take Jane's side but wanting not to let Tom's point go wasted.

"And I vote that we enjoy this dinner for now, period." Jane said, sinking my heart a tad, but saving face for herself.

Dinner was done, and Tom volunteered to do the clean-up. Jane suggested a walk down the road a bit to see the stars at a nearby meadow, and I eagerly agreed. Before it could even be discussed, we were out the door. Alone at last.

We strolled along, and I took her hand chastely in mine, sort of just like back in high school when we started dating. She didn't resist, and it felt comfortable as we walked. When we got to the meadow, we could pick out all the major constellations and I glimpsed a satellite passing over so pointed it out to her, needing to get behind her and point over her shoulder for her to spot it among the many other tiny lights. She was excited to see it, and we stood and watched it, me behind her, my hands at her waist. When it faded from view, she turned, and as naturally as anything I can recall, we were then kissing, arms around each other - no ass grabbing or anything, just kissing, exploring, remembering, reflecting.

She was a great kisser, always had been the standard by which I measured other lovers, and we instantly renewed our familiarity with each other's mouths, tasting and tongue dancing, eyes closed, going with the moment. When we finally broke the kiss, we just held on to each other. I was lost in dreaming a "what if" scenario of having settled down with her, wondering what it would have brought us in life.

"Dan," she murmured.

"Mm-hmm?"

"You know what Tom wants, right?"

"Mm-hmm."

"And, do you want that, or are you just accommodating him?"

"Jane, I've got to admit I'm a bit conflicted on it all. On the one hand, you were the first girl I ever made out with, the first I was overwhelmingly aroused by and with, and I admit the most frequent fantasy person in my dreams ever since."

"Wow, I didn't know..."

"But on the other, you're married, I'm married, Tom's married. I'm not really worried about myself in this, but I sure don't want to mess up anything that's good between you two, and that makes me want to just drive back home. The last thing I want is to harm you. I know we don't even have a relationship, but there's some part of me that still loves you, and I suppose always will."

"So," I continued, when she didn't say anything, "you?"

"Oh, Dan, I'm no less messed up about it! I've been faithful and intended always to be. This thing of Tom's is something I would have never, ever, gone along with if it weren't for his health. He tells me that you know all about that, including the impotence and odds against survival for much longer, however fine he may seem right now. So, for all that, I think I'd hook up with Homer Simpson if it would make him happy. And yes, you've been my fantasy lover many times as well, wondering just how it might have been, remembering you and how precious those first kisses of ours were. I never thought it would come to anything, but if I'm in, then I'm so, so glad it's you."


Friended



With that, we turned to each other, and I touched her cheek and gently kissed her. Remembering and revisiting our first high school kiss - it happened on her front porch - and it was wondrous. Her lips were soft as I remembered them, my eyes closed automatically, I realized I was holding her hand.

After a long kiss - I have no idea how long we held it, but I was immersed in it - we stepped back and I said, "Wow, all I'd hoped for. But now, let's get back. Much as I want to throw you down right here and jump your bones, I still want not to mess things up for you, and that means doing whatever with Tom, not without him. This is seriously weird, you know?"

"Yes, I know," she laughed, and we walked hand-in-hand back to the cabin.

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When we got back, Tom had finished cleaning up and was lounging in sweatpants and a t-shirt, something by Diana Krall playing on the stereo. To an outside observer, he showed no sign of illness. "How was the walk?" he asked.

"Great - I'm always amazed by how many stars we can see here away from the city, and Dan showed me a satellite flying over!" Nan relayed excitedly.

"Care for drinks?" he continued, smiling affably.

"Sure," I said, not knowing just how to proceed. "Whatever you're having."

"Bourbon it is, then - and wine for you, dear?" he said.

"Wine for me is good," she answered, as unsure as I was, I reckoned.

After Tom got us our glasses, he raised a toast, "To good friends and great memories!" 

"To good friends and great memories," we chimed in.

Then he put his arm around Jane, and pulled her into a slow dance, sort of a not going anywhere but enjoying the excuse for a close hug dance, and they moved together, obviously something they'd done many times before. After a couple of minutes, he said, "Care to cut in? We always want to accommodate our guests." A bit rushed, maybe, but if Jane and I were left to it, I knew we'd likely never get much of anywhere with all our conflictions. 

"Sure," I said and took his place. We moved at the same slow pace, each of us still holding a glass in our hand. The smell of her hair, the perfume that took me back immediately, it was all wondrous. She leaned her head on my shoulder as we swayed. With my arm at her back, I held her close, feeling her breasts against me, and feeling myself getting aroused. As if she were feeling the same, she nudged her thigh against me a bit more firmly, and I got mine pressed between her legs.

Without coaching, we leaned back just a bit, looked into each other's eyes, and then kissed again, almost forgetting Tom's presence. At that time, I didn't care - this was Jane, the so-fantasized-about Jane, my first sweetheart, and I was finally back with her. I was in bliss. Our kiss progressed, as I probed with my tongue, gently, and she opened her mouth, meeting my tongue with hers, making a new dance of their own. My erection grew, and I pressed it forward, to feel her press back distinctly against it, rubbing her belly against its firmness.

"Uh, guys," Tom interjected, and I heard him almost as if he were far away, "I can let you alone if that's better for you..."

"No, no, Tom," I answered. "We haven't really discussed anything along these lines, but I want you to be part of this if it's what you want. I don't want anything hidden, nothing behind closed doors metaphorically or actually, if that's ok with you."

"Perfect," he said. "For now, just let me watch."

"This way," Jane said, stepping out of the dance and taking my hand. I followed her the short way to the bedroom, and Tom followed me.

There, near the king-sized bed, was an easy chair and ottoman that Tom settled into as Jane eased me back to sitting on the bed. She was committed now, and wanted to have something to do with how things proceeded, I supposed, and enjoyed being taken charge of a bit, frankly. I watched as she took a step back and deliberately, not really slowly but certainly not rushed, unbuttoned her shirt, unzipped and let fall her skirt. She stood there, bare-legged and now barefoot, the blouse barely parted, showing a glimpse of white bra, lace-trimmed, and white panties, almost transparent in the front, revealing a shadow of what I took to be pubic patch, but just a shadow. She stood and smiled that great smile. I stood back up and met the challenge, unbuttoning my camp shirt, then shucking off my camp shorts, standing with the shirt no doubt showing the boxer briefs, which were tented, but not to my fullest extent. I was still figuring things out, and while I knew I was getting hard, I wasn't in one of those "rock hard" situations, at least not yet. 

Jane stepped back toward me, and we embraced again, kissing naturally, our tongues getting more and more used to their dance. I slipped the blouse off her shoulders, and it fell to the floor. She reciprocated, and then I could feel her bra against my rib cage and hoped she could feel my growing erection pressing against her lower belly. Running my hands along her back, I stopped long enough to flick open her bra (thank goodness for the practice, since as a high schooler, I would have made Tom Hulse in Animal House look downright adept if I'd tried that back then). Now stroking her bare back, I reveled in the feel of her soft skin, from neck along shoulders, down spine, to her ass. The lacy panties were an enhancement, since I knew they'd soon be no impediment.

In turn, Jane sighed and moaned a bit when I grasped her hips with both hands and pulled her further into me. Then, continuing the scenario, she stepped back yet again, holding the cups of her bra over her breasts, and then letting the bra straps fall to the side, and finally letting it fall, tossing it aside and facing me, bare breasted. The look on her face was half "take that," half "I hope you like." I liked . . . a lot. She was clearly a B cup, maybe a B+ to my uncalibrated eye, and her breasts were still in wonderful shape. They were too full to be without some signs of gravity, but they did not meet the "sagged" description in any way. I suppose she could have held a pencil there, to hark back to the Cosmo "pencil test," but not a very heavy one. The globes were round but obviously natural, not enhanced, and the nipples, while not large, were distinct, pink, and appeared to be hard, as they were definitely protruding. Her belly was flat for a grown woman, wonderfully curved just a bit. The panties were indeed sheer, showing more than when she wore the shirt. Her patch was blond and sparse, but not trimmed that I could tell. I just wanted to memorize everything, and there was a lot to remember.

She in turn was watching me watching her. I hoped that all those crunches and weights were paying off, and I knew I'd sucked in my abs to look as good as I could. She seemed ok with that, and broke the silence, "Dan, you've kept yourself in shape - I remember when we'd see each other at the pool that I liked your chest then. I like it even more now."

"Well, in turn, I remember fantasizing about what was under those conservative two piece suits - now that I'm finally finding out, it's been worth the wait, although I wish I hadn't had to wait this long!"

"You know, we both had a lot of growing up to do. It's no doubt best that we didn't get permanently linked up back then - I sort of doubt we'd have made it. We both were just too immature. Tom came along when I'd grown up a bit, and I'm sure even then, I didn't make it easy on him."

Tom chimed in from his seat, "Jane, you've always been the best thing that's ever happened to me, and tonight is a continuation of that!"

"You're sweet as always, dear," she said. "But now, let's take the next step ready, Dan? We can do this one simultaneously!"

And with that, she hooked her thumbs into her waistband and tugged downward, just an inch or so, to see if I'd match her. Major duh there. A moment later, we both straightened up, fully nude, our unds on the floor. I was, I'd guess, about 80% erect (still nervous - this was a first in multiple ways for me), pointing at her but horizontally so. She stood, legs just slightly parted, her lovely bush confirming the sparse and the unshaven guess I'd made. Her eyes were riveted on my cock, which helped boost it a bit, and it bobbed vertically. She laughed, happily.

"Oh great," I joked, "I take off my clothes and she laughs!"

"That's a happy laugh, as you know!" she countered. "And you've got quite enough to make a girl happy, it seems."

OK, I'm not the well-endowed stud I wish I were. In fact, I'm within but on the shy side of the statistical mean, from what I've read. At 14 cm (sounds a lot better than 5 1.2 inches, doesn't it), I'm in that wish I were bigger but am glad I've got what I have anyway. My dick has been pretty faithful over the years, and while I'm pretty much a one-a-day type, I'm also a long lasting type as well, so I guess it could be a lot worse. I'm also circumcised, and my dick bends slightly upwards which is a blessing in maneuvering to find those elusive G-spots. All that said, I appreciated her comment, and immediately wondered just what Tom was packing, limp as it may be.

I looked over and saw him eyeing the proceedings, in the chair. "Tom, I don't know your feelings, but you are the only one dressed here - want to join us in our attire? Hell, want to join us any other way?" I asked, really not wanting to leave him out. I had no desire to be some bull - he was a good guy, and I really wanted for him not to regret any of this, but didn't know what his version of satisfaction would entail.

"I can't really participate as I'd like, and as you know, but I will join you in the nude thing." And with that, he shrugged out of his clothes, revealing a slim body that seemed in good shape, with a limp circumcised penis that was definitely bigger than mine when limp, but smaller than what I was sporting at the time. "Now, you two, don't mind me - just keep going!" he said.

I turned back to Jane and held out my arms. She came back into them, and my dick ended up pointed sideways as I cradled her ass cheeks and kissed her once again. Loving the touch of her, I raised my hands to cup her breasts and roll the hard nipples gently but firmly. "Mmmm..." she murmured, apparently liking that.

Turning, I pushed her willingly down onto the bed and raised myself above her, kneeling over her. I think I could have just gone straight to fucking right then if I'd wanted to, but I was not about to miss out on anything. Kissing her neck, then collarbones, then each breast, I moved downward. The breasts were as wondrous as I'd imagined - firm for their size and so soft, and as I nursed at them, one after the other, my hands gently kneading them and rolling the nipples as I licked and sucked. She held my head in her hands and squirmed, appreciating the sensations. Downward I moved, dipping my tongue in her navel in passing. My intentions now obvious, I put my knees between her legs and nudged them apart. Ignoring how any of this might look to Tom, I lay down, looped her legs over my shoulders, and got my first really good look at her pussy. 

It, like the rest of her, was about perfect. Proving her true blondeness, the hair was light brown and fine, not coarse at all. Its length was shorter than I'd expected, so maybe she scissor trimmed it, but it was definitely not shaven. Her labia minora were completely concealed by the majorae, and there was just the merest faint scent of woman emanating. 

I kissed her inner thighs, stroking her pussy with my fingers as I lay between her legs, my arms curled around her thighs. I reflected that taking too much time would be as bad as not taking enough, and that I'd better get on with things. Accordingly, I protruded my tongue and gave a lick from the bottom to the top front of her vagina, not quite penetrating, but still exploring. She moaned aloud when she felt the first touch of my tongue. Repeating that, I went deeper, and she gasped and jerked when I found her clit, circling it before dipping back down, delving into her, then repeating the clitoral attention, and back and forth. She was now breathing hard, and I saw her rubbing her breasts as I feasted. Getting such a nice response, I went for the goal, licking harder for a bit, then staying on her clit, speeding up my tonguing, circling it, then flicking it, trying to discern what was best for her. It turned out the circles were what worked for her, and I pressed harder, and faster. Within a minute, she arched her back, her breath heaving, and cried out, "Ah, ah ahhhh!!" as she came. When she did, I sucked the clit into my mouth, still circling, which kicked her up another level, and I think she may have come twice in quick succession. I loved it and felt totally complimented as a lover with that as her gift to me. Now that I knew a bit of her responses, I didn't stop, but just slacked off to let her recover a moment, then persisted, repeating the sequence pretty much, and bringing her to another orgasm within the next minute. 

"Enough for now!" she cried, pulling me up to her. I crawled up, and she welcomed my kiss again. Nice, conservative Jane, kissing energetically the mouth of someone whose face was wet with her juices!

"My turn!" she said, and pushed me onto my back. Returning the favor, she took my cock in her hand, kneeling over me this time, and took a good, long look before leaning forward and giving it a quick lick. She looked over at Tom. He was sitting naked, smiling stroking his own cock, unsurprisingly but regrettably I think to us all still flaccid.

"You're beautiful, dear, and yes, go ahead - he'll love how good you are!"

"How good a cock sucker, you mean?" she asked him. "Sometimes we talk dirty - do you mind?" she asked me.

"Absolutely not - this whole thing is about you two, but I'm certainly getting the benefits of it, and if hearing you're a cock sucker is a good thing, so be it! Anything else?"

"Well, I'm sure he's going to want me to tell him later what I think of your cock," she said, then sucked it into her mouth. For the next several minutes, she held cock sucking class for Tom and me. She swirled the head with her tongue as she held it in her mouth, then she dipped down, taking most of it, then she licked some more, from balls to tip, then she sucked my balls, more gently than I'd ever had done, and then went back to sucking, setting up a rhythm I could have enjoyed forever.

"And I think it's grand! It's the best cock other than Tom's that I've ever sucked, and that means it's in the top two of almost a dozen! It's not too big to enjoy, but it's big enough to make me want to fuck it."

"What a nice suggestion," I said, and lifted her off, putting her on her back again. I figured to go missionary for openers, saving entry from behind and her on top until a bit later. Pulling her legs apart, I knelt between them again and lowered myself toward her. She reached down, grabbed my cock, and fitted it at the entrance to her pussy. Holding it like it was a vibrator or something (or so I recall thinking), she rubbed it up and down her slit, then pulled me inward. I complied willingly, and found her to be very wet yet remarkably tight. I didn't want to overdo, so took three or four strokes before I was balls-deep in her, our pubic bones pressed together. She felt absolutely perfect - like hot, wet velvet, slick, yet holding me in place. Slowly, I started to fuck, and she fucked back at me. 

I reached around with one hand and grabbed her ass, my middle finger in her crack, near her anus but not intruding. With my other arm, I kept my weight off her while I pulled her hips up to match my down strokes. Soon, she was heading toward orgasm again - I do love it when a woman comes from being just plain fucked, and she was going to do exactly that. I fucked harder, and in a moment (or it seemed like a moment - it could have been ten minutes for all I knew), she whimpered and dug her nails into my back as she came again! 

I knew I could last quite a while at this, and I was loving it. But then I looked over at Tom and saw, likely to both of our surprises, that he was now grinning and stroking a full erection as he watched her come, her legs wrapped around my waist, her soft cries filling the room. She hadn't noticed, and I quickly put my head in the nape of her neck on his side, shielding him from her view.

I signaled to Tom to come over to us, as I told her, "Close your eyes - I want to just watch your face with your eyes closed a bit!" It didn't make a lot of sense, but she obeyed, and I kept up a slow fucking while Tom approached. 

True to my suspicions, he was a good size bigger than me, and apparently either his medications had had their day or the sight of Jane being fucked was sufficient motivation or whatever - I didn't care. 

"Now keep them closed," I said. "I think you're going to like this!"

"I already like everything you've done, Dan - I'm sure I'll like whatever's next as well!" she laughed, eyes closed tightly.

I eased out of her, and she whimpered in disappointment. "Patience," I said, and she kept the eyes closed. Lying there, she looked so beautiful, but this wasn't about my doing her. I signaled to Tom, and he took my place on the bed as I eased off it, his impressive cock pointing upwards and stiff as I gathered my clothes and slipped out of the room, then gathered my clothes and tiptoed out of the cabin, down to my car, and off into the night. 

The last I heard as I left the room was her, "Tom? . . . Oh, Tom!!" I knew they knew how to get in touch with me if they wanted, or needed, a repeat, and that I'd be there for sure if given the chance, and so I drove part way down the mountain to my familiar campground, checked in, and pitched camp for the night, still horny enough as I tucked into my sleeping bag to have a lovely session of self-abuse while I recalled the softness of her breasts, the slick miracle of her cunt, the memories brought back of her kiss. 

Friendship, it's a wonderful thing.



Friending on Facebook



They had met on Facebook, completely by accident. Both of them had been posting discussion topics in on the Deadliest Warriors page. What started out as an argument about whether or not to let Robin Hood fight Joan of Arc bloomed into friendship. 

Now, Richard was getting ready to meet a girl he had only ever seen through Skye during their weekly bets. She had won their overall bet, and since she was going to Oregon for a fantasy convention, Richard had made arrangements to meet Mary and give her what was due: a wooden cat that he had made as part of their agreement. He had spoken to her the night before, and she told him where to meet her: the entrance to the Faerie World convention space. For the sake of just being with her, Richard bought himself a pass, and waited, watching the crowds pass him by. While his camera was hanging around his neck, he didn't really see any shots he wanted. 

Richard was supposed to be looking for a woman of 26 years, with dark, slightly curly hair, green eyes, and a very voluptuous figure. Mary had told him that she would be wearing a wine-red long dress with cap sleeves, and looking very fairy-like. 

'Well, considering what this convention is, I am not surprised,' thought Richard, hands shoved into his jean pockets, the late summer sun hitting his exposed arms, and making his blond hair glint like gold. He watched as elf after elf and fairy after fairy, young and old alike, pass by him. 

"Richard?"

Richard started and turned. And gasped. Seeing Mary online was one thing, but in person, it was so different. Her hourglass figure was hugged in all the right places by her dress, the jewels in her hair giving her unreal highlights, and the gentle sparkle around her eyes making her seem very ethereal. 

Not that Richard was bad to look at himself. At 21, he looked a lot older, his hair and goutee a dirty blond, his body in great shape from constantly working out. He might not have the absolute perfect body, but in his goal to become a cop, Richard wanted to make sure he was in tip-top shape. His well-toned arms started to twitch, as if he wanted to reach out and grab this woman who stood before him and forget all about the convention behind him. 

Mary looked puzzled by his expression, asking again, "Richard?"

"Yes. Sorry. Mary, it's great to finally meet you in person," Richard said, gaining his tongue back. He let his compulsion to hug Mary take over, and hugged her tiny frame to his body. 

'OK, she's not tiny, but she is so short!' he thought to himself. He breathed in her scent and sighed—she smelled like peppermint. 

"It's great to meet you too," Mary replied. Her voice implied she was a bit of a trickster—impish, but fun and sensuous too. "Shall we wander through the fair? I assume the cat is not here, but that doesn't mean we can't enjoy the convention. And I see you have bought yourself a pass."

"Lead the way," Richard says, doing a little mock-bow, and decided to crook his arm, letting her tiny, slender hand slip through, and they began to walk. 

"I am so glad you were able to come and see me when I was so close by," started Mary, as if trying to break the ice. 

"I am glad too. It's such a great opportunity, especially right before you start school and before I get really busy," Richard replied.

They walked on, sometimes talking, sometimes not. The two of them seemed comfortable in the silence between themselves. There were times one or the other would pause—Mary in front of a stand to see the merchandise, Richard to snap a picture. 

As the sun climbed higher, Richard pulled Mary closer and wrapped his arm around her waist, and his eye catching the nape of Mary's neck. He decided to be bold, and placed a small, quick kiss. He felt Mary shudder and goosebumps rising against her skin. But as he pulled back, he saw her neck was starting to look very red. 

"Hey, how is your neck feeling?" Richard asked, looking a bit concerned.

"It feels a little hot, why does it look red?" Mary said, gently feeling her neck.

"Yes, it does. Perhaps this is a good time to bow out of the convention and head back to where I can give you what is due," Richard said, although there was more implied in that statement than he intended.

He saw Mary blush, and heard her slight intake of breath. Richard led Mary to his car, and they drove back to where he was staying.

At the hotel room, the rush of cool air from the AC was refreshing, and washed over Richard's face, as he noticed the shiver that ran down Mary's body from the cold. As she walked past him, Richard grabbed Mary by the waist, and pulled her to him, the curves of her ass pressing against his groin, as he leaned down to press his lips to her skin, his arms encasing her body. 

Mary gently moaned, her eyes closing, her body arching back slightly, her ass pressing against Richard's groin, her hips starting to grind just a little. As Richard pulled away from her neck, Mary groaned in disappointment.

Mary turned to face Richard, her eyes looking impish and lustful, her lips slightly parted, her chest heaving gently.

"Do you think you can show me the cat?" Mary managed to whisper.

"I can show you the cat," Richard began. "And then I can show you more."

Mary sighed in pleasure. Richard grinned in anticipation and walked over to the other side of the bed, Mary slowly following. He reached down to pick up the very gothic and skeletal looking Cheshire Cat that he created for Mary. One thing he remembered Mary telling him was she liked creepy stuff, especially when it came to the Cheshire Cat of Alice in Wonderland. 

Richard turned around, with the small Cheshire Cat in his hands. Mary squealed in pleasure at the sight of it, clapping her hands like a little child. Richard couldn't help but laugh. As Mary's hands ran over the sculpture, he noticed how her eyes drank in the wooden piece. She was looking at it with the eye of a fellow artist, her hands feeling every smooth surface. 

But her hands didn't stop at the sculpture, as they reached his hands, clutching at the sculpture. His eyes closed, and he gasped as Mary's soft, tiny hands began to caress his hands, moving up his arms, all the while her eyes not leaving the sculpture. 

Mary's hands moved up Richard's arms, her touch becoming lighter and lighter as her fingertips brushed his neck, along his jaw line, before Mary's eyes pulled away from the sculpture and stared intensely at him. Richard felt lost in those deep green eyes. As her hands caressed his face, Richard's eyes closed, feeling those light touches against his skin, his breath catching. He felt a fingertip begin to brush against his lips, and he caught the stray finger in his mouth, eliciting a gasp from Mary's lips. He began to suck gently. 

Mary moaned as Richard sucked on her finger. Her breathing was becoming faster, as the simple sucking was sending shivers along her body. She bent her finger inside his mouth gently, and pulled him towards her, before their faces were very closer. 

Richard let the finger drop from his mouth, his eyes starring directly into hers, before his lips pressed against hers, his tongue beginning to dart into her mouth, teasing hers. One hand gently dumped the sculpture onto the bed, and Richard pulled Mary close to him, one hand caressing her breast through the dress and the other gently grabbing at her ass. Their kiss deepened. 

Richard felt Mary's hands creep up his chest, pulling up his shirt as she did so. He broke their kiss briefly, to help her take off the shirt, before pulling her face back to his, resuming their kiss, his hands cupping her face before roaming to her shoulders to pull down her dress. As Mary's arms fell to her sides to help Richard pull off her dress, her nails dragged down his back. Richard shuddered, and goosebumps raised all over his skin, moaning deeply into her mouth. 

The dress fell easily from Mary's smooth white shoulders, exposing a black lacey bra and thong. Richard's hands fell to Mary's smooth ass, gently kneading it as he pulled her to him, their hips grinding together, Mary's arms wrapping around his neck, her fingers running through Richard's hair. He could feel her passion and lust in the way she kissed him—long, deep, her tongue teasing his. 

Mary dragged her nails down Richard's arms, eliciting another moan from him. His hands copied her, dragging his nails up her spine, causing her to break their kiss, back arching, moaning low and long. She let one of her hands lower to his crotch and grasped at his hard cock through his jeans, rubbing him slowly and gently, while her other hand undid them. 

Richard's jeans to the floor, along with his boxers, exposing his long, thick prick. Richard grabbed Mary by the wrist, and pushed her up against the wall, pinning her arms above her head. He lowered his head to her neck, and gently bit her, sucking gently, letting his tongue wander down her body. His free hand undid her bra and pushed it up, exposing her breasts. He took one of her nipples into his mouth, suckling like a baby. Mary's back arched, pushing her breast into Richard's mouth. Richard's free hand fondled her other breast, before switching to suckle her other nipple. He let go o her hands so he could palm her pussy, feeling the heat from her, her thong already soaking wet.

Mary's hips ground against Richard's palm, and she looked down at him, her lust-filled eyes catching his wicked ones, as she felt the fabric of her thong being pushed aside. She whimpered as she felt a finger tease her slit opening. Mary kept trying to get Richard's finger in her pussy, she was so turned on. She was sure he could feel her juices running out of her. Richard's lips nibbled on her stomach and the area just around her pussy, before his lips latched onto her clit, his finger sinking deep into her at the same time. 

Mary cried out as the pleasure coursed through her body. Her nails dug into Richard's shoulder as he sucked her as he had kissed her—passionately and deeply. Mary felt her entire body shake in pleasure. Richard wrapped his free hand around her waist to hold her up, his nostrils filled with the scent of her, inflaming him. 

Richard kept his pace slow—he didn't want to make her cum by sucking her off, but he wanted to get her wet. It wasn't going to take much, he knew—she was already drenched just from anticipation. He could feel her trying to stop him, and he had a feeling she wanted him to fuck her hard.

But Mary had other ideas in mind. She felt Richard start to slow, as if to either pace himself or tease her, and she felt his grip loosen. She took advantage of this momentary lapse in his grip, and shoved him onto the floor. Mary straddled him, pinning his arms to his sides, and biting hard on Richard's neck. Richard was both startled and feeling such pleasure from the bite. He felt her lips move from his neck to his shoulder, as if mimicking his moves on her. But Mary's lips went lower and lower, and Richard sucked in his breath as he felt her breath on his cock, her tongue teasing the area around his prick. 

Mary felt Richard's body spasm slightly and his hips raise up as she took in his entire 7 ½ inches in her mouth. She held him there in her mouth, letting her tongue run over the entire length. Richard let his fingers tangle in Mary's dark brown hair, his groans of pleasure filling the room. Mary began to suck gently, moving her lips up and down his shaft. Her full lips were soft against his sensitive skin, and he felt her teeth gently against him. 

Richard felt like he was in heaven, as Mary sucked him. Her mouth felt like a gentle vacuum, sucking on him firmly but gently. Mary's tongue traced circles around the tip and glans, making him sigh as ripples of pleasure passed through him. Richard began to slowly pump his dick in and out of her warm mouth. He kept a steady pace, his desires between wanting to cum in her mouth and tits, and fucking Mary's pussy warring inside him. 

Richard's desire to feel his prick inside Mary's creamy pussy. He pulled her up, and pushed her against the wall, his breath coming in hard gasps. Mary's chest was rising and falling with lust. Richard pinned Mary's wrist down, and they stared at each other for a long moment.

"Fuck me, Richard. Here. Against the wall," Mary whispered.

Richard leaned in and kissed Mary. As he did, he bent low for a minute, before coming straight up, his dick plunging into Moira's pussy, fast, quick, easily. She was so wet. Mary moaned and held him close, parting her thighs and gently moving her hips, slowly grinding against Richard's cock. Richard moved his lips from Mary's, to her neck, groaning into her skin. This was better than how her mouth felt on him. She was warm, tight, and so wet! 

Richard lowered his hands from Mary's wrists to her ass, caressing the smooth skin. He slapped her.

"AH!" Mary cried out, slightly surprised.

Richard slapped her ass harder, and Mary cried out again, and then groaned in pleasure. The sound of the smack resounded in the room. Richard kept sliding his dick in and out of her warm sex, a steady pace, not wanting to cum until she did. 

Richard felt Mary's creamy emissions sliding down, and slowly seeping out of her pussy. He started to fuck her faster, his body and the pleasure taking control. The two of them moved with a seamless rhythm like two long lost lovers. Mary moaned and squirmed. Richard felt her pussy tightening. 

"Oh god....Richard...oh god..." Mary groaned.

Richard went at a wild pace, faster and harder, almost making Mary hit her head against the wall. He picked her up, her legs wrapping around his back, and his hands on her ass supporting her, while her arms wrapped around his neck. Her ass bounced in his hands, and her breasts were pressed hard against his chest. The sound of his dick slapping into her mixed with their groans and cries was driving Richard insane. 

"Mary...oh...god...ahhhhh..." Richard cried out. 

He felt Mary's pussy tighten up. He was so close to the edge. Richard bit Mary hard on her neck, and she cried out. As he felt his teeth against her skin, he felt her pussy tighten like a vice around him. The sensitive skin was wrapped up, feeling heat and cream. Richard's body was aflame, and he was gasping. 

Mary opened her mouth in a wordless scream as Richard bit her, and a low groan emitted from the back of her throat. Her pussy clamped down on Richard's dick, and she began to convulse, her body shuddering against Richard. 

"I'm....ugh....cumming..." 

"Cum for me...oh god...Mary..."

Mary's nails dug into Richard's back with white knuckled intensity, her breath in gasps, her eyes closed, and then she froze, climaxing, her body awash with pleasure. Her body shook uncontrollably, her pussy creaming over and over, covering Richard's dick. 

Richard thrust up hard and fast into Mary one more time and held her there. He felt his dick swell and his balls tighten as he began to cum. Mary's climax had driven Richard over the edge. He thrust up hard into her one last time, and held her tight, filling her fully, his cum shooting up deep into her creamy cunt. 

Mary's head rolled back, a low, primal moan coming from her as she felt Richard cum deep inside her. They held still for several minutes, barely breathing, as they both began to come down from their highs. There bodies were glistening slightly from sweat, as they looked each other deeply in the eyes, before Richard leaned in to gently kiss Mary's lips. 

Richard slowly slipped out from Mary, his deflating cock covered in cream, the spillage leaking down Mary's thighs. Mary's body slipped down the wall, until her feet touched the ground, her lips still locked to Richard's. When the kiss ended, Mary started walking towards the bathroom, giving Richard a sly look, before he heard the water running... 



Friendly



"Uhhg I hate men." Rachel said as she stormed into the apartment. Phoebe and Monica looked up from the couch. 

"What happened, honey?" Monica said as Rachel sat in the recliner beside the couch.

"Well as you know," she began. "This was my third date with Mark. I thought for sure we were going to drive to his place upstate. Well after dinner we start heading for Central park. He pulls under a bridge and turns off the lights." 

Monica and Phoebe shifted as Rachel told her story. "Phoebe, will you rub my legs?" Monica asked. 

"Sure." Phoebe said as Monica stretched her legs out. 

"So anyway," Rachel continued. "We start to make out. I have to admit that I was getting pretty turned on. He started feeling my tits, then worked his way down to my thighs."

"When he discovered you didn't have any panties on!" Monica said. 

Rachel pulled her skirt up, quickly flashing her neatly trimmed pussy to the girls. "I know. I'm such a slut. I really wanted him to fuck me."

Phoebe slid her hand under Monica's pajamas and began to rub her calf. Monica smiled knowingly and spread her legs a little. "So then what?" Phoebe probed.

"Well, I started to fell his dick through his pants. He started getting really hard. So I unzipped his pants and pulled it out. You guys wouldn't believe how big it was. I could not help myself and attacked it. I was sucking for all I was worth. Man, he felt so good in my mouth. You girls would have been so proud I was sucking like a champ.

Monica began to lightly rub her nipples. They began to poke through her t-shirt. Phoebe slid her hands closer to Monica's crotch. Rachel saw what was happening and felt her pussy get wet. She uncrossed her leg giving Monica a view.

"So there I am with a hard cock in my mouth and a finger sliding in my pussy. I was so hot. Then the mother fucker shot his load in my mouth."

"What?" Phoebe said as she stopped rubbing Monica's thigh.

"I know right," Rachel continued. "He didn't even give me a warning. After that the bastard started his car and drove me home."

"Poor baby." Monica said. She got up and moved over to the recliner where Rachel sat. "Men are such pigs. Getting you all worked up then not fucking you." Monica reached out and touched Rachel's knee.

"Monica wh-what are you doing." Rachel stammered. "I don't think this is a good idea."

"Why?" Monica said. "Are you afraid you'll like it?" Monica pushed up Rachel's skirt. She lowered her head and took in her friend's smell. She blew hot air over Rachel's cunt. A small moan escaped from Rachel. 

"That fells so good, I'm so hot. Please eat my pussy. I need to cum so badly."

"That's all I needed to hear." Monica said. Reaching out she slid a finger over Rachel's slit. Monica leaned in a licked Rachel's pussy. She pulled the outer lips apart and tongued the pink folds of skin. Rachel's pussy was becoming increasingly wet. Monica worked her small fingers into the love-box in front of her. 

Phoebe got off the couch and positioned herself behind Monica. She slid Monica's pajama bottoms down, and began to rub Monica's pussy. The moans began to get louder in the apartment. Rachel released all inhibitions and let herself cum. 

"Ohh Mon that was great. Let me do you." 

Rachel stood up and stripped out of her clothes. Monica and Phoebe began to undress each other. They were french kissing, when Rachel pressed her tits into Monica's back. 

"Lie on your back." Phoebe said to Monica. She did as she was told. Rachel spread Monica's legs and dove into her first pussy eating experience. Monica closed her eyes and moaned. When she opened them again, Phoebe's blonde pubic hair was inches from her mouth. Phoebe grinned as her friend began to lick her snatch. 

Rachel licked up and down Monica's puss. She sucked her finger and slid one in. As she finger-fucked her roommate she sucked Monica's clit. Monica had to stop eating Phoebe as she climaxed. When the wave of pleasure passed, she redoubled her efforts in making Phoebe cum. The blond vixen was grinding her crotch on Monica's mouth.

"Oohhh yes, suck my pussy. Lick it bitch. Make me cum on your fucking face."

Rachel fingered her cunt as the stream of obscenities poured from Phoebe mouth. Her words became inaudible as Monica's talented tongue brought her off. The three girls writhed with pleasure. After a while of various positions, and many orgasms latter, they sat back and relaxed. 

"Wow that was great." Rachel said smiling. Her face was flushed, but she looked relaxed. "That was just what I needed. Still I wish Mark's monster cock could have fucked me. 

"Rach." Monica smiled. "That was only the beginning, wait till you see my dildo collection. With that the three friends retired to Monica's room.



Friendly Advice



"I'm just tired with all the bullshit." Gina said. She had come over once more to complain about her relationship. I hear about it a lot, but it seemed to be more frequently lately. She had been dating the guy for over a year now, and they seemed to have gotten through problems before, but I think all of it was starting to get to her. She sits on the couch near me and turns her head to look at me. "I have been considering leaving him for about two weeks Sam."

"Are you sure you want to do that?" 

"I don't know, but lately, he isn't giving me much reason to stay with him." I'm not sure what he is thinking, but with a girl who looks like Gina, I'd put up with her it just for the sex, even if she is demanding. I've been friends with both of them for a couple of years now, before they hooked up, and I'm well aware of each of their little quirks, especially since they began dating. Gina has been coming to me longer than Leon has, so I have heard more about the supposed mishaps he has done. I don't really take sides either way, but with Gina's body, I lean on her side because it's where my dick leads me. 

"This is going to seem like a weird question, but does he satisfy you?"

"Uhh, he isn't wonderful in bed if that's what you mean. Don't get me wrong, he can be fun, but I usually have to masturbate afterwards just to get off."

"That wasn't exactly what I meant," it was but I don't what her knowing that, "I was referring to the relationship as a whole."

"Oh. Well, he treats me like a lady, but sometimes too much. He often doesn't ask what I want first. He tends to be quiet about things instead of talking to me, and treats taking me out as if its work. I often wished I could have had the relationship that you had with Rita before you two broke up. He doesn't treat me like you treated Rita."

I reach for her hand. "For some people, I think it just comes natural. Look, maybe you should try talking to him about all this."

"You've told me to do that before, and I've tried. He either won't listen, or he will act differently for about a week then revert back to his old self."

I adjust how I'm sitting so I'm more behind Gina. "Well, maybe you need to find someone who can do what you deserve." As I say this, I brush away her hair and lean in to kiss her neck. At the same time, I hold her hand and guide it between her legs. As I kiss her, I press her hand against her crotch and begin to rub it up and down. Her body begins to freeze, so I pause. "Look, how are you going to find what you are looking for if you aren't sure just what that is?" Her head leans to the side a bit, and her other hand covers mine, continuing what I was doing. I plant some soft kisses along her neck before sliding both my hands away from her body. I pull her body back and readjust my position so both legs are along either side of hers, then pull her back further.

Wrapping my left arm around her belly, I guide her right hand down inside her shorts, but not into her panties. Her shorts are a bit tight, but they allow enough room for a little movement. I help rub her hand along her labia and over her clitoral hood. With an up and down motion, I feel her entire body relax and lean back against mine. I pull my hand out of her shorts as she continues to massage herself. With both hands, I unzip and unbutton her shorts. Then, as I lift her ass up a bit, I push her shorts down below her thighs, enough to freely move around down then. She begins to pull her newly revealed thong down as I sit her back down, but I stop her. Then, as hard as I can, I rip the thong through the left strap, then the right strap. I then pull her thong off and toss it to the ground. "Don't worry about that." 

I lift my right hand up to her mouth and slide my fingers in. I let her suck on my fingers a bit as I continue to plant kisses along both sides of her neck. Pulling my fingers out of her mouth, I slide them down over her pussy and rub in the moisture a bit, while letting her moisten my left hand now. Then, moving both hands down, I begin to gently pull the skin around her clit up and away from her body. Her entire body reacts with a shiver. She whispers, "More." I continue this motion with my head resting on her shoulders. Her eyes remain closed as she holds onto my thighs. 

After about five minutes of this continuous motion, I slide my hands down and feel just how moist her pussy has become, and I haven't even entered in yet. "Give me your hand." She slides her hand down to join mine and gasps in surprise at just how wet she is. She almost slides a finger in when I stop her. "Not yet, just relax." I push her hand to the side and use my hands to massage the skin on both sides of the hood in a circular motion. The shudders in her body signal that I'm hitting the mark I am aiming for. As she wraps her arms back around my neck, I keep up the massage at an increasing pace. Gina begins to breathe heavier and even lets out occasional moans. Without ever entering her body, Gina's body give a heavy shudder as she begins to let loose who knows how much pent up sexual tension. Her body begins to flow and flow with the sweet nectar that Leon has seemingly never seen. I continue to massage, providing as much stimulation as possible as she grips my legs with a strength I didn't realize she had. It will leave red marks, no doubt about that. After about a minute, her body final begins to calm down, and her grip relaxes. Looking over her shoulder, her right leg is covered in a nice stream down the inside. We both lean back on the couch as I wrap my arms around her.

We lay there for a while, me holding her, and her just relaxing. At first, her pussy continued to let out small dribbles, but it finally subsides after a few minutes. A nice pool has formed on the carpet next to her foot. I reach down and find a moist spot along her leg and draw my finger up, collecting some of the nectar already released. Bringing it up to her mouth, I don't believe Gina realized what she was doing. Having always said she thought oral sex was disgusting, she willingly took the finger into her mouth and sucked, and boy did she suck hard. I couldn't help but notice her hand travel down to her mound and as she finished with my finger, she proceeded to insert her own fingers into her mouth. She obviously enjoyed it, her eyes still closed and slight moans coming from her. "Was that good?" She nodded yes. "Do you want more?" Another yes. Time to move.

Getting up from the position behind Gina, I position her along the couch, sitting up, facing one side. I sit opposite her with my legs spread. Pulling her shorts down to her knees, I grip her legs and pull her body closer, between my legs. Lifting her legs up and lowering my head, I slide my head up between her thighs so that her pants are behind my neck. Gina is now propped up on her upper back with her body angled up at me. With my arms around her legs, I begin to plant kisses on her inner thighs. Kiss. Lick. Kiss. Lick. Up and down her thighs I move. After exploring that I begin to explore around her pussy, licking around the outer edges. Feeling that small tuft of hair still left in a triangle above her mound. Feeling the smooth skin where everything else is shaved off. Feeling the bumps in her skin that are her lips. Using my hands, I spread apart the skin around her clit and run my tongue from the bottom of her pussy up to my fingers. I feel her body give a yelp as I reach her clit. Then, in a rapid fire motion, I flick my tongue back and forth across her clit. It seems like hardly any time has passed before her entire body shudders and my tongue is met with a warm, sweet juice from inside. Clamping my mouth down over her pussy, I gently suck in everything I can. I've tasted several women over the years, and Gina ranked up there on the list of best tasting juice. I'm sure her boyfriend had no idea what he was missing.

Not bothering to let her rest this time, I pull her pants completely off and reposition her on the couch. I begin to unzip and remove my pants and underwear, and without giving her a chance to think about it, place the head of my obviously hard cock against her pussy lips. I was going to stroke it against her clit a few times to get her warmed up again, but she reached down, grabbed hold of my penis and proceeded to push it in herself. In no capacity to argue, I slide in to her moistened body, confirming my suspicions about her relationship with Leon as I meet some resistance. With a quick punch and a yelp, Gina loses the one thing that kept her from true womanhood. I wasn't timing it, but it seemed to take no time at all for her to start bouncing up and down, rhythmically engorging herself on my painfully hard cock. With my hands on her hips I help hold on to her. It takes a few minutes, but her body shudders again, this time right after my own release occurs, mixing her own juices with mine.

Now I've always admired Gina's breasts. My ex-girlfriend Rita was a beautiful woman, but she was a bit petite in the chest region. Gina's mom and sister were even petite women. Somehow she escaped that gene and was endowed with the most beautiful pair of knockers you could imagine, and this was with her clothes on. As our bodies relaxed, she laid down on me, with my cock still inside her. Unable to resist, I push her back up enough to pull her shirt off. Sitting up, I remove my own shirt and we laid back down on the couch. Her breasts were even more magnificent with the shirt off. Her areolas were large, about two inches wide, with rock hard nipples extending a full half-inch from her body. She showed no signs of sagging at all, and as I later discovered, she wore 32D bras. She laid there, her head resting on my chest as my fingers combed through her hair.

I must have dozed off, as I woke up to find Gina sitting up and bouncing up and down on my cock once more. Almost immediately, I felt my body orgasm again into her body. "It took you long enough. I've been doing this for about five minutes now."

"Are you complaining?" With her pussy still around my cock, I sat up and wrapped her legs around my waist. Wrapping her arms around my neck, I kissed her and told her to hang on. Standing up, I felt her legs and arms tighten as I walk over to the kitchen. Opening the freezer, I pulled the tub of chocolate ice cream and closed the freezer. I turned around and grabbed a spoon out of the drawer. Walking down the hall, I told her to open the closet and grab one of the towels. Still holding on to her underneath her ass, I walk back to the main room and sit back down on the couch. She starts to move off of me when I stop her and put everything down next to the couch. Through some careful maneuvering, she was able to lay the towel out on the floor, before I finally get down on my knees and lay her down on top of it. Finally, I pull out of her. I reach over to the tub of ice cream and the spoon and open the tub. By this time, she can already see what I have grabbed. I load the spoon up and let her eat a bite before going back for a smaller spoonful. This time I let it rest between her breasts. I let it sit there a bit as I scoop some more and place it right on her left nipple. Quickly getting some more, I cover her right nipple. Her body heat is already beginning to melt the ice cream. After only a few minutes, instead of scoops of ice cream, there are streams of ice cream running all over her breasts. Leaning forward, I begin to clean her off with my tongue. Running my tongue along the sides of her breasts. Feeling the texture of her erect nipples as I clean off the front of her breasts. Like I said, her breasts are beyond words.

When I finish cleaning her off, I find her hand is already between her legs. Feeding her another spoonful of ice cream, I begin to place scoops on her body again. On and between her breasts, all over her belly, on her thighs, her waist, and after removing her hand, I even place a scoop right above her pussy. This time, I go ahead and put the ice cream away while everything is melting on her. I come back to find her massaging the ice cream around, covering her body even further. Without punishing her, I go ahead and begin to lick her body clean once more. It takes about five minutes to clean her off, but it was an enjoyable five minutes. When I finish, I slide up over her and without even asking, I begin to titty fuck her. She squeezes her breasts together as I slide back and forth between them. In a few minutes, I left her head up and let loose all over her chest, neck, and face. 

Now the Gina I know would have immediately slapped me for that, considering her distaste for oral sex. For some reason, she doesn't seem to care right now. Taking advantage of this, I rotate around 180 degrees and slide my cock right into her mouth without any warning. Without hesitation she begins licking the head. Leaning forward, I find her clit and begin licking it with a fury. Once again, with this kind of stimulation, it doesn't take long for either of us to orgasm again. Even after I let my orgasm go, Gina continues to suck on my cock. I think I have changed her mind about oral sex.

After some gentle playing of each other's body, we stand up and kiss. Leaving everything where it is, I pick her up in my arms and carry her into my room. Dropping her onto the bed, I lay down beside her. Pulling the blanket over us, she rolls so her back is facing me and pulls my arm over her body. I pull away, and with an upset look on her face, I roll her back so she is facing me. Spanking her ass, I insert my semi-erect cock back into her pussy, and put my arm around her. "I didn't say we were finished."



Friendly Apartment Complex



I lived in an apartment for several years after my divorce. The manager of the apartment was a petite brunette with a gorgeous smile and body like an hourglass . A friend once described her as a librarian that could make you say ouch. When I could, I'd go out by the pool to catch some sun and relax. I spotted her at the pool on several occasions and finally started small talk with her. We talked about different things and eventually talked about the people we were dating. I found out she wasn't seeing anybody special and she was several years younger than me. I kept the conversations light and mostly agreed with her when she'd tell me stories about men being pigs. We became good friends and our conversations became more personal. At some point she started talking about her sexual positions and weather I had ever tried some of the positions she would describe. I'd get so aroused listening to her, I would have to be on my stomach because it would be embarrassing for me if she knew what her stories were doing to my cock. 

As we got more comfortable with one another she asked if I'd rub oil on her back. She usually wore a purple string bikini that left little to the imagination. I'd squeezed out some oil on my hands a rub them together to warm it up before I'd start rubbing into her tight tanned skin. Rubbing her whole body with oil and watching those tiny body hairs lifting up and freeing themselves from the oil and feeling her soft smooth skin made me horny. I'd fantasize about her and what it would be like to unhook the strings on that bikini and see what that patch of hair would look like, if she even had a patch. 

I adjusted my cock several time while she wasn't looking. Finally I stood up and told her I needed to go to my apartment. I was in my apartment thinking about what it would be like to have sex with her, when I heard a knock on the door. I open the door and there she was, with this help me look on her face. She said she'd fallen asleep and burned her back and wanted me to rub her with aloe. I told her I had a better solution but it involved frozen towels. She was game for anything that would help relieve the pain. I grabbed a few small towels and ran them under the tap to get them wet. I tossed the wet towel in the freezer for a few minutes to get it cold. I told her to take off her top to expose her bare back. She walked over to the sofa and sat on the arm then removed her top and bunched it up in front of her to cover her breast. I entered the room with one of the two towels and gently placed it on the redden skin from the burn. After a few trips back and forth from the freezer and her adjusting her position, her harden nipple was visible on one of her tits. I jokingly asked if the cold was effecting other parts of her body and she looked down and laughed. That's when she said what the hell and dropped the top on the sofa leaving her breast exposed and nipples hard. She looked at my swim suit and said "looks like your cold too." My hard on was like a tent pole at the big top. She asked if I had any ice cubes in the freezer, I said yes and came back with a few in a dish. Thinking she wanted me to rub them on her back, I was totally shocked when she popped one in her mouth then, and with one motion went down on her knees and took my swim shorts with her. She immediately encircled by cock with her lips and twirled the ice cube around my shaft with her tongue.  

The cold sensation made my shaft stiff as a board. She soon swallowed the ice cube and grabbed my shaft with her warm hands while holding the tip between her lips. The contrast from cold to hot was intense. I grabbed two handfuls of her long black hair and began pumping my shaft down her throat. After a few thrust she grabbed my butt and sunk her fingernails in deep. I immediately came and she swallowed every drop. After she finished she looked up and said "I think the ice cubes did the trick." 

We both laughed out loud and she admitted to teasing me in the past and has always wanted to feel me inside of her. She agreed to have dinner with me later that night and we could figure out dessert then.



Friendly BBQ Surprise



You were sitting out the back wearing a loose dress drinking while I was cooking the bbq when Steve walks in through the gate putting his six pack on the table he sits across from you saying Bianca didn't feel like coming over. You two start talking while I finish cooking, you go inside as I serve the food as me and Steve eat. You walk out and wrap your hands around my neck and kiss me near the ear, as you walk around the table you drop a fork and bend over slowly to pick it up, this is when I notice your dress is a little short. Steve glances at you, trying not to be noticed, just as your butt cheeks peek out the bottom.

We finish eating and are talking then we decide to move to the lounge room and watch a movie, you are sitting in between us as we are watching and drink the movie gets to a scary part and you act startled and I notice your hand grabs his thigh and you start slowly rubbing it as Steve skulls his beer and adjusts the way he is sitting, I say it's getting a little cold and throw a blanket over all of us as I sit back down and slip my hand up the back off your dress. As I see v sigh I run my finger down around your tight butt hole down to your soaking wet pussy I push the tip of my finger into the moist opening before pulling it out as I get up saying think we need more drinks walking to the kitchen.

As I watch In a mirror I see your lean over Steve pulling his hard veiny cock out of his pants you grasp it in your hand and start slowly stroking it, a bead of precum leaks out and you flick your pink tongue out and run it up the purple head of his cock licking the precum off as I announce from the kitchen as a warning to you, "want a cider babe?" You lean back up saying "yes please" as you quickly cover Steve's nakedness before I stroll back in to the lounge pretending nothing happened. 

I sit back down next to you, as you quickly undo my jeans under the blanket my hard cock spring free as you wrap your fingers around my thick shaft you start gently stroking both our cocks trying not to move the blanket. I stick my hand up your now pulled up dress rubbing over your swollen and wet pussy lips, when you squeeze my thigh I know his hand is now boldly on your inner thigh so I withdraw my hand from your wet pussy discreetly licking your warm juices from my fingers. 

You are stroking us both firmly your sliding your hands up and down the shafts of our cocks feeling there veiny girths throbbing in your hand as you increase your pace. When you let out a low moan letting me know at least one finger has entered your tight pink opening, your cheeks begin to turn pink as you feel the pressure building from his finger thrusting in and out of you as it just brushes against you g-spot. You hold your breath as you feel your first small orgasm hit you, squeezing both our cocks in a tight grasp as you try not to make a sound your pussy clenching and pulling on Steve's fingers trying to pull them deeper inside you as your orgasm pulses through you.

After a minute or so your orgasm stopped you quickly before either one of us can react slip off the couch to the floor pulling the blanket off both of us exposing both our hard cocks to the cool air, Steve tries to cover his cock but you lean over and take the head of it in your mouth as your fingers wrap around my shaft again and you gently pull the foreskin up and down, you lick around the head of Steve's cock he moans "oh Fuck" as you suck on just the bell end firmly till it pops out your mouth before forcing half its length down in to your throat then gently running your teeth back along it, then start bobbing up and down on it.

At the same time your stroking my hard shaft up and down you wrap your other hand around the base of Steve's shaft as you pop your mouth off his cock and place mine in your mouth flicking your hot tongue over my purple helmet, you use your spit on Steve's hard cock as lube stroking it up and do at a furious pace. When you feel Steve's cock start pulsing as he tells you he is about to cum you quickly take the head of his cock in your mouth and feel it spray the roof of your mouth with hot sticky salty tasting cum which you swallow down as soon as it sprays out. You take your mouth of his already shrinking cock and grab his head and kiss him hard on the lips pushing your cum coated tongue in to his mouth as you two kiss you stroke my cock harder squeezing the head of my cock desperate to make me cum. When you feel my balls start to clench up you break the kiss and push my big cock head in your mouth sucking hard as you thrust my big hard cock in and out of your mouth as I groan I unload in your mouth filling it with my cum, making a cum cocktail on your pallet, you swallow all the cum then kiss me on the lips pushing your tongue in to my mouth pashing me deeply.

You stand up and pull your dress off over your head for the first time Steve is seeing your completely naked body he is sitting there stunned by your beauty his eye roaming over your body from your beautiful face down to your sexy perfect tits down to your bald wet tight pink pussy you say to him "see something you like?" he locks eyes on your eyes unable to speak nodding his head like a special case.

You slowly walk to the bedroom as we both stare at your sexy ass, we slowly get up and remove our own clothes as we follow you to the bedroom I grab you kissing you hard as I push you down on the bed Steve climbs on the bed from the other side grabbing your tits running his fingers over your pink nipples pinching them. I break the kiss with you and sit back and watch as you lean up and kiss Steve with passion as his hand runs slowly down your body, your tongues intertwine as his hand runs down your pussy slit.

He breaks the kiss and kisses his way down your body starting with your neck, chest and bellybutton before finally running his tongue down between your pussy lips flicking the tip over your clit you moan as his oral assault intensifies on your little pink clitty. Sucking it in to his mouth and licking around your pussy opening then down to your anus, probing the tight opening. 

I kiss you as my hands play with your nipples pulling and twisting them gently before I take the left on into my mouth sucking it and pulling it between my teeth. Your hands go to the back of both of our heads and pull us in to your body hard your moaning to both of us "don't stop please don't stop".

Steve kisses back up your body as I take his place lapping up your juices leaking from your pussy as he kisses you hard forcing his hot tongue into your mouth you can taste your own pussy on it as you pull moan into his moan with pleasure. I'm running my tongue all over your pussy sucking and biting your clit and licking all the way down to your asshole tasting every sweet flavor of your body.

I stop licking you and Steve moves on top of you still kissing you as he rubs the head of his hard cock up and down your dripping slit till it slips deep into your pussy you let out a deep moan as his ball slap against you as he is as deep as he can go inside you he starts thrusting hard into you, as you grab his ass pulling him deep into you. I am stroking my cock as I watch you two I move to your face and you take my cock into your mouth sucking it hard licking my precum off my cock slit whilst moaning with it deep in your throat. 

You let my cock fall out of your moan groaning as you take control you roll on top of Steve mounting him forcing yourself down on his big hard cock he leans up and takes your nipple in his mouth flicking it with his tongue and biting it. 

I move behind you opening your butt cheeks seeing your pink pussy clenching around Steve's veiny cock going in and out of it I lean down and start lick and probing your tight pink asshole making you moan even more.

Before I move behind you you're leaning over merit getting fucked hard in your pussy and I press the fat head of my cock against your anus feeling it stretch open around it. You can feel the pressure of both your holes being stretched open at the same time and are moaning. "oh my god oh my god. "We can feel our cocks rubbing against the ski between the two holes as we start fucking both as deep as we can at the same time.

It becomes too much for Steve and he starts flooding your pussy with hot cum pulsing and spray his hot seed deep inside you and you keep pumping up and down on his shrinking cock keeping it in you as I pump in and out of your tight clenching ass till I fill you I'm cumming and push as deep as I start pump load after load of cum deep inside your ass. I pull out with a pop and all three of us collapse on the bed exhausted.



Friendly Benefits



Jay and I had been friends for over 20 years and there had always been sexual electricity between us. We had watched each other grow from innocent adolescents to adults and all the stages in between. 

Jay is your classic Italian male; dark skin, dark hair and the most intense, expressive, brown eyes. I, on the other hand, am light skinned with brown hair reaching my mid back. I think my best feature are my eyes, they are light blue and I've been told they sparkle when I'm happy. I also believe my mouth is one of my greatest assets!

Although Jay and I had a certain curiosity about each other sexually, we never explored it. Of course, chances arose over the years but it seemed one of us was in a relationship when the other was free. One of his girlfriends even teased us about "dancing around each other for years", so I guess the curiosity wasn't well hidden all the time. 

The best thing about Jay is, we can talk about anything. In fact, there have been times when we can have a conversation just by reading each others eyes or body language. Eventually most of our long talks ended up with discussing our sex lives. We often discussed our sexual fantasies with each other, knowing our secrets were safe. In recent months our discussions had turned towards involving each other in our fantasies. The more we talked, the more difficult it was keeping that spark under control. I admit many of these fantasies often involved my love of oral sex, both giving and receiving. 

I just never have understood a woman who didn't love to give head! It holds such power for me, being able to bring a man to peak, cool him down and then bring him back again until he begs for release.

The other day, after a particularly erotic phone conversation, Jay came to visit that evening. He walked in the door and our eyes met, sending shockwaves through my body. I knew what was on his mind just by the look on his face. Without saying a word, he walked over to the couch, took my hand and pulled me to my feet, close to his body. He tilted my chin up so I was gazing into his eyes and kissed me. The kiss was soft and tentative at first. We explored each others mouths before I nibbled his bottom lip. Our kisses became urgent, wanting so much more. 

After years of wondering what he would taste like, I was not disappointed. He reminded me of warm toffee melting in my mouth.

I was shaking with anticipation and honestly, I was a little afraid. We had discussed in length about what might happen to our friendship if we moved into forbidden waters. We were both aware that we would never make it as "couple" since we had such different needs and wants in a spouse. I think we were both nervous about losing our confidante after so many years. All those fears just floated away with that one kiss.

I started to nuzzle his neck, licking and nibbling his earlobe, whispering all the things I wanted him to do to me. He leaned his back against the wall to keep his shaking legs from giving way as I slowly unbuttoned his shirt, breathing in his scent, kissing and licking his chest, biting at his nipples as they hardened in the cool air. I slid down to my knees, following the path of his dark hair, down farther, dipping my tongue into his belly button. His moans were soft whimpers as I put my hand on his zipper. His cock was already hard and straining for release. I gazed up into his eyes to make sure we should continue, changing our relationship from friends to lovers. He answered by peeling off his remaining clothes. 

I took a moment to admire his body, drinking him in with my eyes. This was the first time I had ever seen him nude and I wanted to make sure I took the time to enjoy it. His cock was around 8 inches long, thick and hard as a rock. I rubbed his cock all over my face, feeling the heat radiating from his body. His smell reminded me of soft leather with a hint of cologne. I started to caress his hard member, stroking his smooth skin, using the drip of precum to make his head slippery. His prick jumped as I traced his bulging veins down to his balls. I ran my fingernails over his sack so lightly he started to tremble. I continued to stroke his cock with one hand while gently squeezing his balls with the other. Hearing the moan low and deep in his throat, knowing it felt so good, was an incredible turn on for me. His balls began to harden at my touch. Slowly I ran my tongue over the head of his cock; pressing the sensitive ridge. His skin felt silky soft and scorching hot. I sucked softly at first, sliding up and down his shaft, pausing now and then to suck each ball into my mouth. He pushed into me and his cock slid down my throat, past the point of resistance until my face was buried in his hair. My tongue worked his shaft as I met his movements with long, deep strokes into my throat. 

As his strokes became faster and more urgent, I slowed things down. Pushing him back against the wall, I pulled his cock from my mouth and worked him with my hand. He was shiny and slick with my spit. I slid my tongue down his shaft gently, and blew softly on his dick, cooling him down again. The more I teased him by slowing down, the more he tried to shove his cock in further. I wanted to be sure this moment would last and didn't want him to cum too soon. I kept up the rhythm of bringing him to the brink of orgasm and then cooling him off, watching his frustration mount with each moment.

Abruptly, Jay pulled out and turned me around so my back was now against the wall. Control was now all his. His hands were wrapped tightly in my hair. He started to fuck my mouth with abandon, telling me how long he had wanted to do this. All gentleness was gone as he fucked my face harder, tightening his grip in my hair, to force me to take him all the way down my throat.

I held onto his ass tight so I wouldn't miss an inch and pushed him deeper, harder and faster. He growled as he started climax. I was drowning in cum, swallowing as much as I could as he kept his cock deep inside my mouth. His juices dripped down my chin as he pulled out, still stiff. He took his finger and caught it, offering it to me where I sucked his finger clean. He watched carefully as my soft tongue cleaned every bit of cum off his cock and balls before licking my own lips clean. Jay eased me from my knees, back up onto the couch and snuggled with me. As he wrapped one arm around me his other hand slid inside my shorts, finding my slit, soaking wet and ready for him. With a wicked smile he began undressing me.

I lay back, smiling to myself, thinking... It's great to have friends with benefits...