22 comments/ 23973 views/ 14 favorites The Noble Friend By: imhapless I hoped that I, Roger Gathers, would never be put in the situation that I had found myself in. Terry had been my best friend most of my life; we were the stars of the Little League team that came in second in the state, and he was an All-Conference pitcher, and me his All-Conference catcher, in High School. We rented a limo and doubled-dated for the Senior Prom, hung out on weekends, volunteered together at a charity, and played video games. We did almost everything together – except date Brenda that is. ************* Brenda was Terry's wife. They went to a different college than I did, so the first time that I met Brenda they were already going steady; we were all twenty one years old at the time. Brenda being with Terry was a crying shame. While I had had my share of ass by the time that I had met Brenda, I don't think that I was ever in love – except maybe for that college professor's thirty two year old wife that I bonked for four months when I was a junior in college; but she was just using me and I recognized it so I knew that any love that I had for her would always be unrequited even though the sex was incredible. I swear that I was in love with Brenda, however, after I had known her for five minutes. Why I instantly fell for Brenda is still a mystery to me. While there is no doubt that she is a beautiful woman, I've dated more beautiful ones. She also clearly was near the front of the line when great tits, hips, and asses were handed out – but I've been with women with better bodies than hers. However, there is just something about her that is impossible to describe but grabs the gold ring on my Merry-Go-Round. Plus she has the best thighs that I've ever seen, anywhere, and I am a leg man. I was best man at Terry and Brenda's wedding. She looked so hot that I had to cover my crotch with my hands almost the entire ceremony, and fortunately the tent collapsed before I had to walk the maid of honor down the aisle. Fortuitously, the maid of honor was a hot little slut and we left the reception early and I got my rocks off – thinking of Brenda the whole time that I was reaming out her wet pussy – so that I didn't experience the anguish of witnessing Brenda and Terry leaving on their honeymoon. As karma, destiny, or misfortune – depending upon your point of view – would have it, Brenda, Terry, and me, wound up in not only the same metropolitan area, but the same high rise apartment complex, after we graduated college and Brenda and Terry were married. I had moved there first, and Terry told me that even though he thought that another place was better Brenda insisted that this was the place for them. The high rise apartment complex was full of people in their 20s and 30s. About half were married, half single, some of the single ones with regular boyfriends or girlfriends, some care-free. It led to lots of parties, and lots of socializing around the pool, tennis courts, game room, or activity center. Terry and I remained best buds, and I did everything possible to suppress my lust for Brenda which – unfortunately – not only didn't go away, but got much worse. I was already enamored of Brenda before I saw her in a bikini. I soon learned that I couldn't be around her when she was "dressed" like that because there was nothing that I could do to suppress my boner, and whether for better or worse I have a thick dick and large ballsac so that it was almost impossible to hide my embarrassment. I constantly had to have a towel on my lap when on a lounge chair at the side of the pool, and could only swim if I could quickly get into the pool without anyone noticing my "condition." Even worse was the fact that Brenda caught on to my predicament. Though she had always been super nice to me, for some reason my situation brought out the devil in her, and she would sashay by me with her glorious naked thighs, round ass straining to bust her bikini bottom, and almost completely exposed tits, and try and get me to join her for a dip in the pool, sometimes trying to pull the towel off my lap. After several times when I left the pool area as soon as I saw her coming, she cornered me at one of the many parties. "Why do you leave the pool when I show up, Roger? Don't you like me?" Brenda asked with a smile. Obviously I wasn't going to just come out and say "Actually, my little friend likes you way too much and I'm uncomfortable, especially when you try to pull the towel off my lap," so I tried one of my favorite tricks; turning each of her questions into one of my own. I was successful with that technique in my job, so why shouldn't it work with Brenda too? "What makes you think that I leave when you show up?" I innocently asked, trying to fake a perplexed look on my face. "Because you do," she shot back, her smile waning. "Why do you think that there's a cause and effect relationship between you coming and me going – if that is what happens?" "Because I see you looking at me, and then immediately thereafter picking up your stuff and clearing out." "Is there any reason that you can think of that would explain my actions – if they are as you describe?" "I wouldn't be asking you, Roger, if I knew the explanation." "Actually, you know very well what the explanation is – that is if my actions really are as you describe – don't you?" I tried to move out of the corner of the party-apartment den. She blocked my exit. "Is it because I tease you about your hard-on?" I just smiled. "What causes that hard-on?" she asked running her finger over my chest and down toward my crotch. "What do you think, Brenda?" "Is it little ole me in a bikini?" she chuckled, and then burped. After her burp she covered her mouth with her hand, and then giggled. Brenda never giggles. Not being the most perceptive guy in the world, I apparently had not realized that she was drunk, or close to it, when she was accosting me, probably because she wasn't significantly slurring her words. After a few seconds of giggling while I probably had a defensive grin on my face, she put her hand on the bulge at my crotch. Damn – I had another hard on. I gently moved her hand away, grabbed her by her shoulders and turned her to the side so that I could get by and started walking away. "You're no fun," she giggled. I only smiled in return, and then left the party. I chalked up her hand on my crotch to her being drunk. ************ After the cornering-at-the-party instance, things really got strange between Brenda and me. She, Terry and I would often double date, or go to events in small groups. I always had a date, and whenever I got affectionate with my date when I looked around Brenda was unrepentantly staring at me. When she now came to the pool she would now wear a one-piece suit instead of a bikini, sneak in so that I didn't see her, sit next to me including by laughingly moving a chair between me and the person next to me if the next seat was occupied, then smile at me and say "Is this suit conservative enough? If so, would you put sunblock on my back, please?" while handing me a tube of SPF 30. Then came the event that put me in the uncomfortable situation that I mentioned in the first paragraph. It was the end-of-the-season party at the house of the sponsor of the softball team that Terry and I played on. We were celebrating winning the league championship. Wives and girlfriends were there, although because I didn't have a steady girlfriend at the time and didn't want a date for just a party like that, I was single. The house was big, the party was wild, everyone was having a good time. After several beers I really had to piss badly and the first floor bathroom was occupied by someone who was obviously retching and might be for some time, so I went to an upstairs hall bathroom. When I exited Brenda was there, sans Terry. "Did it come out all right?" she playfully asked, wine glass in hand. "You're so bad," I chuckled. "Say, there's something that I need to ask you," she said as her smile morphed into a serious look, "and now is as good a time as any. Let's duck in here," she continued, as she opened the door to a spare bedroom next to the upstairs hall bathroom. I unsuspectedly followed her into the room. Once inside she positioned herself with her back leaning against the closed door. As Brenda placed her wine glass down on an end table near the bed in the spare bedroom she half-smiled, half-pouted, when she asked me "Why have you never made a pass at me, Roger?" I was taken aback by her directness. "You must be drunk," I replied, with a half-smile, "or this is a joke." "I've only had one glass of wine, and this is no joke," she replied, keeping the same expression on her face. "Why?" "First of all, and I don't need any more reason than that, you're Terry's wife and he's been one of my best friends, if not THE best friend, most of my life." "Is that the only reason?" she continued, with what was now a sly smile on her face. "There are others" I lied, "but that's the only one I need," I retorted, no longer smiling at all. Brenda approached me, put her hand on my crotch causing my cock to instantly inflate, and said "Terry would never have to know." I was stunned for a few seconds. I could tell that she was completely sober. My lust for her caused me to remain motionless and startled. With the hand not caressing my cock through my pants she grabbed my shirt and pulled me down for a kiss. Her moist luxurious lips on mine snapped me out of my stupor. "I...I...can't, you know, uh, can't...do this," I stuttered as I pushed her away. "I would know even if Terry never found out, and I couldn't live with myself." "You're missing something incredible," she seductively replied. I knew damn well that that was true, not only because of my long-held lust for her, but because one time when Terry was drunk he explicitly talked about what a freak Brenda was in the sack – so much so that I got hard just listening to him. "Brenda, I really like you, but I can't do it to Terry," I said as I backed toward the door while still staring at her. "You sure?" she asked as she raised her skirt, exposing her shaved pussy glistening with moisture and featuring the most prominent clit that I had ever seen. I gulped, quickly opened the door, exited the room, and closed the door behind me. As I almost stumbled toward the stairs I felt wetness at my crotch. "Shit!" I exclaimed half out loud as I realized that I had spontaneously cum in my pants. This time I didn't leave the party, mostly because I had ridden with Terry and Brenda and the party house was several miles from our apartment complex. I intentionally spilled a beer on my crotch so that I had an explanation for the wet spot there, and tried to act like nothing had happened. Occasionally I would make eye contact with Brenda and she would smile, wink, or bite her thumb. The ride home, with Terry driving and Brenda peering over the front seat at me most of the way while we all chatted about inane subjects, I suppressed what had happened. When I got back to my apartment, however, I immediately showered and stroked one off, fantasizing about pummeling Brenda's pussy doggy style while I stimulated her conspicuous clitoris. When I left the shower weak-kneed, I flopped down on my bed, still naked and barely toweled off. I silently asked myself "What in the fuck are you going to do?" thousands of times. I guess I finally fell asleep because I woke up cold still lying naked on the comforter with the clock reading 11:55 p. m. I got under the covers and fell back to sleep by promising myself "I'll figure it out tomorrow." **************** Figuring out what to do was not as simple as promising myself that I would. The situation was grossly complicated. I had to face facts, however; even if I could excuse the time she cornered me the first time because she was drunk, she was stone cold sober at the softball party, and the act of exposing her pussy to me showed that she was completely serious. Of course I thought about fucking Brenda as often as I could get away with because she was my dream woman; but that solution was at odds with my character, if not my personality. Fucking the professor's wife during college was a lot different because he was an asshole and from her explanations and his actions that I observed, he treated her like shit. Terry, on the other hand, was my best friend and he seemed to revere Brenda and treat her well. Should I just ignore it and try and avoid Brenda? That didn't sound like a good solution either, however, since it would be almost impossible to do, and if successful was sure to also mess up my relationship with Terry. Further, if I was in Terry's position would I want to know? How did I know that I was the only one that she was coming on to, and that she wasn't already bonking some other guy? But what would Terry's reaction be when I told him? Would he take it out on the messenger, and would it ruin our relationship anyway even if I was being noble by telling him? There was a lot to consider, and any solution would have some serious pain associated with it. It took almost an entire week but I finally decided that I had to tell Terry, and let the chips fall where they may. Eight days after Brenda propositioned me, a Sunday, in the early afternoon I went with Terry to a sporting event. When I picked him up at his apartment I was friendly with Brenda and we exchanged seemingly platonic hugs. She kissed Terry good-bye and told us to have a good time. On the way back from the event, I was pensive, trying to work up the courage to tell Terry. "What the fuck is it, dude?" he asked after the fourth or fifth time in a row that I just grunted acknowledgment to something that he said and was far from my normally effusive self. I looked at him. "We need to have a talk. A bar, or a park bench, your choice?" "Is it really personal?" he asked with a somber look. "Yeah, it's really personal." "Riverbend Park it is, then," he replied, Riverbend Park being about half a mile from our apartment complex and on the way there. As soon as we solemnly walked to an isolated park bench and sat down he said "Spill it; don't sugar coat it, don't preface it, don't do anything except spill it." I sighed. "Brenda has propositioned me twice. The first time I thought that I might have misinterpreted and/or because she was drunk or close to it. The second time there was no misinterpreting it, and she was stone-cold sober. I'm sorry dude." Terry just sat, looking out into space for a few minutes. "That explains some things," were his first words. After another couple of minutes of silence he continued, not in an accusatory manner, but seemingly just to mollify himself. "You never acted on it, did you?" "No, I didn't," I meekly responded. "I have to say that I thought about it because Brenda is probably the sexiest woman that I have ever seen in my life, but I couldn't do it to you. It has been virtually the hardest thing in my life to tell you about it, but I felt that that was the only noble thing to do." After another long pause, during which it was clear that a tear was forming in his eyes, Terry said "Thanks. Let me think about it for a while before I decide what to do." *********** The next weekend, Brenda, Terry, me, and my date, went to dinner and then went out dancing. It was embarrassing when during a slow song Brenda cut in and told my date "Linda, honey, Terry wants to dance with you." I looked over at Terry. It didn't look to me like he had sent Brenda over. Linda smiled and Terry graciously extended his hand to her. Brenda didn't hesitate to glom onto me, stick one of her world class thighs between my legs, and put her head on my shoulder. Her actions, especially the thigh between my legs, apparently had the result that she was expecting since my cock almost burst my zipper. I positioned her as best I could to avoid Terry seeing her, especially when she started nibbling on my ear. "Please stop it Brenda," I mumbled. "Why? Your little friend is always happy to greet me; why aren't you?" "You know why; you're Terry's wife. Now stop it," I whispered. "You'd really enjoy fucking me, Roger. I'd give you the time of your life." "That's not the point, now stop messing with me," I choked out. Fortunately the slow song ended and a fast one started. Holding Brenda in front of me so that my boner wasn't obvious I smiled as I approached Terry and Linda. "I have to hit the head – I'll be right back." For the first time in my life I spanked the monkey in a public restroom. Fortunately the restroom was empty, and it only took a half-dozen strokes with liquid soap as the lubricant to unload and they had plenty of paper towels, not just hand dryers. When I returned, I was able to act naturally, although I was sure to avoid another slow dance with Brenda. As I walked Linda up to her apartment door she smiled. "Would you like to come in? My roommate isn't here this weekend." "That's really nice of you, but..." I started to say. "I wouldn't mind if you pretend that I'm Brenda – you can even call out her name when you fuck me," she interrupted with a big grin on her face. "What...what...do you mean?" I stuttered. "It's so obvious that you have the hots for each other; there's no way for you to hide it." I was gobsmacked. After I stood there silently like an idiot, trying to think of some response Linda stroked the side of my face. "Come on; I have pretty nice thighs too, and I'm not married to your best friend." With that, she opened her door, gently encouraged me inside her apartment, and undressed right at the door. She did have really nice thighs, which I had observed at the pool. She also really didn't mind it when I called her Brenda each of the three times that I ejaculated into her pussy before ten o'clock the next morning. "Thanks, Linda – you're a unique woman," I said as I kissed her good-bye after breakfast. "Good luck," she smiled as I exited. I would have rather that she had some other farewell, but that was probably the most appropriate one. Later that day Terry knocked on my door with a twelve pack in his hands. "Are you watching the big game? Mind if I come in?" "Sure, and no, to your questions," I replied, although I doubted that he was there solely to watch the game. We did watch the first half, and consumed eleven of the twelve-pack while we did. Then Terry hit me with the real reason for his visit. "Brenda propositioned you again, last night, didn't she?" "Yeah – I'm sorry to say that she did," I dejectedly replied. "Will you do me a big favor, Roger?" "Sure." "I want to have no doubt in my mind before I do what I'm contemplating. I need you to wear a small camera and recording device in a situation we set up where she is sure to come on to you again. Will you do that for me?" "Yes," I replied after some thought. "I really don't want to, but I see this as the logical extension of your reaction once I told you what I did tell you. How will it work?" **************** Five days after I agreed to help Terry out, he was ostensibly out of town on business. Ostensibly from the road he called Brenda on his cell phone and told her that I was coming by that night to drop off some papers. I showed up about eight o'clock with the hidden micro-camera and microphone that Terry had given me on my body. "Hi, Roger; come on it," Brenda beamed as she opened the door, "Terry said that you'd be by." "Hi, Brenda; I'm just dropping off some papers, I hope I'm not being rude by not staying." "You can stay for a second, can't you?" she grinned as she closed the door. She had a conservative bathrobe on, but also clearly recently applied makeup. The Noble Friend "OK, I guess," I mumbled. We proceeded to chat about all sorts of things, some serious, some mundane, as I drank a beer and she sipped a glass of wine while we sat at her kitchen table. After about fifteen minutes she stood up and dropped her bathrobe, completely revealing her consummate naked body. "Shit, that is the body of a modern Aphrodite," I thought – and hoped that I didn't say aloud in view of the microphone. "Roger, I really want you to use me. Do anything you want to my body. I promise to give you the best time of your life. You're not fucking Terry by fucking me – I'm my own person, not his property. I promise you that I'll be the epitome of discretion and he'll never find out. I know that I was wide-eyed when she pulled me up from my chair, planted a tremendously zealous kiss on my lips, and stroked my cock through my pants. When I finally came up for air I said "How will he not find out?" "I told you, I'll be completely discreet," she smiled, squeezing my poor inflated cock more vigorously while planting quick kisses on my chin and cheeks. "You mean like you were when we were dancing last weekend?" I inquired. "That was just to turn you on – they'll be no more of that once you start fucking me." We passionately kissed again, and I couldn't help but put my hands on her soft tits and firm ass. I felt her messing with my clothing and thought that she was trying to undress me and was about to put a stop to it when suddenly she broke it off and smiled as she held the camera and microphone, wrapped in a paper towel, up in her right hand. She put them both in a large ceramic tureen and closed the top to it. "Filming for Terry, I see," she chuckled, no hint of distress, anger, or disappointment in her voice. "I...uh...well..." I stammered before she put me out of my misery. "No problem," she said as she put her robe back on and cinched the sash tight. "Let's sit and talk a few minutes more, then you can recover them from the tureen, and leave – now that you've dropped off those oh so important papers," she chuckled. "What the hell is going on?" I sputtered. "So tell me, how do you think that Terry will react when he sees your video and hears your recording?" she asked after taking a slow sip of her wine and ignoring my question. "What is going on?" I asked again. "He'll divorce me, don't you think?" she asked after another slow sip. I was starting to get pissed. "Are you trying for a divorce? Are you just playing games with me? Is Terry involved in this too?" I bellowed. "Terry isn't involved, and all will be revealed to you in good time. Please don't bust a blood vessel over it," she snickered. After a few more minutes of banal, obfuscating conversation with sexual overtones, she looked at her watch. "I think that that's enough time, don't you?" With that she dropped her robe again, pulled the micro-camera and microphone out of the tureen and unwrapped them from the paper towel, and held them up so that the camera would be sure to record her state of undress and see the snarl on her face while at the same time she yelled "What the fuck are these? Are you some kind of pervert? I offer you great discreet sex and you seem like you're getting properly warmed up, and you try and record it? Get the fuck out of here!" With that she ostensibly angrily pushed me out the door, with the camera and microphone in my hand. Apparently she was sure that the camera was facing the floor as she screamed "And stay the Hell away from me," while at the same time smiling and winking at me. Then she slammed the door closed, quickly re-opened it and gave me another smile and wink, then quietly closed the door. **************** I didn't know what the fuck was going on. I immediately returned the camera and microphone to Terry at the next door neighbor's apartment that he was hiding out in. He had obviously already heard and seen everything, monitoring on his laptop. While I knew that he was unhappy with Brenda, he seemed unhappy with me too. "What happened when the camera and microphone cut out for a while? It was at least six or seven minutes. Were you finger-fucking her?" "What? Hell no, man. They were obviously pressed between our bodies. You told me that you wanted explicit proof and that's what I got you. Now don't go ballistic on me!" He didn't seem to be mollified. "You did something to the camera and microphone so that you could get your jollies in, didn't you?" he accused. After some more sharp words from him I got up and bellowed "I did what the fuck you asked and you get pissed at me? You and that crazy cunt deserve each other!" I stormed out and slammed the door. I didn't hear anything from Terry or Brenda for a week. I was down in the dumps. I was puzzled by the entire situation, and was second-guessing myself. Maybe I should just have fucked Brenda – at least I would have gotten something out of it before my relationship with Terry was destroyed. At the end of the week without a word from either of the two wackos, I got a call from Linda. She got right to the point. "The scuttlebutt in the complex is that you ruined Terry and Brenda's marriage. What did you do?" "I acted like a noble friend," I replied in an uncertain voice. "I guess that the old saying is true; no good deed goes unpunished." "Care for a little comforting?" she chortled. "As long as you know that I won't be around much longer," I replied after a short pause. "When can you come over – my roommate is out of town again." "Twenty minutes," I said. I showered, got out a little blue pill which I would use later, went to Linda's apartment, and proceeded to fuck Linda more times in the next twelve hours than I ever had fucked anyone before in any twelve hour period of my life. The first two were angry fucks, calling out Brenda's name only not in a kindly manner, but Linda seemed not only not to mind, but appeared to really like what I was doing to her and saying. "Too bad that I don't have any love for her," I thought as I stared at Linda as she lay asleep on my shoulder between sessions while I waited for my little blue pill to kick in. The next work day I went into my boss' office and asked for a transfer. Since I was one of the company's better producers, and since a new understaffed office had recently opened in a city 200 miles away, I was able to transfer within a month. I still had one month to go on my apartment lease, but giving up one month's rent was a small price to pay for getting away from my former best friend and his psycho wife. ************** I had been in my new job, and new apartment, for about five months when there was a knock on my door on a Saturday morning. I opened it. Standing there was a smiling Brenda with one suitcase in her hand. She strode in right past me. "Hi, Roger," she greeted me as she got on her tiptoes and gave me a quick peck on my lips. "I would have been here last week, as soon as my divorce was final, but it took me a little longer to close up my affairs and get arrangements made for my new job; but I promise to make it up to you. I put my stuff in storage until we decide what to do with it." "Is this some sort of bizarre world?" I mumbled, I thought to myself, but apparently out loud because Brenda smiled even wider. "What the fuck is going on?" I asked – which I distinctly remember that I asked Brenda the last time that I saw her, and which she never answered. Brenda put down her suitcase, sauntered up to me with a sultry look on her face, stroked the side of my face with one hand and squeezed one of my biceps with the other, and staring into my eyes said "Tell you what. After you thrash my pussy good I'll tell you." "You can't just walk in here and..." I started to say. I didn't get my entire thought out, though, because Brenda had now latched onto my involuntarily inflating cock and was pushing her sensuous lips into mine. "If you can honestly say that you haven't wanted to fuck me since we laid eyes on each other, I'll leave right now," she said after breaking our kiss but retaining her hand on my cock. After no more than a five second pause looking into my eyes, with an omnipotent look on her face she said "Didn't think so." She led me into my bedroom, did a slow motion strip, pulled my polo shirt over my head, unfastened the belt to my shorts, pulled down my shorts and boxers, and slowly stroked my rock hard cock and pulsating ball sac. "As nice as I imagined," she grinned and then planted another wicked kiss on my lips. We were both ready in seconds. The first fuck was without foreplay or pretense. It was two jungle cats in heat, writing around on the bed, bucking ferociously, whining, swearing, and effervescent. When I started to cum in her snug cunt, her vaginal muscles seemed to act like a peristaltic pump as they sucked every milliliter of cum that I had out of me. Brenda screamed as her magnificent thighs squeezed my torso, and I grunted like pen full of hogs. I was rendered comatose, and so was she. When Brenda and I gained cognizance at about the same time she giggled, and I grinned. For the first time in my life right after sex I started licking her pussy lips and flicking her distended clit. She maneuvered me into a sixty nine and sucked my cock while I worked on her crotch with all ten fingers, my tongue, lips, and even nose. She had another orgasm after which I twirled around, flipped her over, and doggy-fucked the shit out of her. She wiggled her ass and put her hands between her legs and stroked my balls every time that I thrust forward. She was even more of a freak than I had suspected! WOW! Ninety minutes after we started, we were sitting naked on my living room couch, each nursing a beer, with her on my lap. "All right, come clean. What the Hell is going on?" I barked. "Quite simple, really," Brenda said after sipping her beer. "I fell for you the first time that we met. I should have broken it off with Terry and tried to get with you, but you and he seemed like such good buds, and I wasn't sure that you felt toward me the same way that I did toward you. Either by pure inertia, or by subconsciously thinking that if I was with Terry I could get more contact with you, I married him. When we got back from our honeymoon, I really wished that my maid of honor hadn't told me what a good fuck you were. Anyway, once I established by your reaction to me at the pool that you were as hot for me as I was for you I came up with my plan." "What plan?" I naively asked. "I knew you'd be clueless," she chortled. After another sip of beer she continued. "My plan was to get Terry to divorce me without actually cheating, since if I did cheat that might affect my future with you. I wish that I could have been less brazen about it but you were so noble that all of the subtle ways I approached you didn't work." "What subtle ways?" I again naively asked. "See, clueless," she laughed. "The teasing and flirting that you seemed to be oblivious to. I would have rather not been so extreme in what I did, but I had to make Terry pissed off enough to dump me without actually fucking you while I was married." "You never would have fucked me?" "Not while I was married, doofus. I was hoping that you would be a noble friend so that you'd tell Terry and then he'd dump me. But it was also a test of your character. If you had succumbed to my advances, or not been a noble friend and not told Terry, then you were not the man that I thought you were and I would have stopped loving you and tried to make it work with Terry." "Why not just divorce Terry?" "I needed to do it so that it was his decision in order to avoid messiness; and without actually cheating because I didn't think that you'd want to be with a cheater or that you'd want me if I unceremoniously dumped him. Plus, as I said, I needed to be sure too that you had the character that I thought that you had." I paused a long time to think. "You manipulated me?" I rhetorically asked. "Hell yes," she responded with emphasis even though she knew that it was a rhetorical question. After another pause I said, not asked, with bluster, "Now you think that you can just traipse in here and that I'll let you just let you keep manipulating me?" "Tell you what," she nonchalantly replied while sticking a tit in my face and moving her thighs over my legs and cock, "after one week if you honestly can say that you haven't had the best sex of your life I'll leave and never darken your door again. If after six months you don't think that we're right for each other, same thing." I hesitated. "What have you got to lose? Is a week of freaky sex like we just had so disgusting to you that you don't want to give it a try?" Of course she was right – I had nothing to lose. The previous ninety minutes with her had been the most satisfying, enjoyable, thrilling, and gratifying of my life, not just sexually, but in every way, shape, or form. I put my beer down, took hers out of her hand, carried her back to my bedroom, and proceeded to see if we could have so much intense sex that my dick, or her pussy, fell off! ***************** I didn't just give it six months. To be sure, I gave it a year. During that time I had absolutely no reason to believe that Brenda was anything but totally in love with, and devoted to, me. My lust and love for her only increased. We were married a month after the anniversary of our first year together, and everything has just gotten better over our now ten years of marriage. I guess being a noble friend was the best thing I could have done – it sure worked out for me.