Reciprocity

Codes: FF
Summary: Our heroine explains the circumstances surrounding her unusual friendship with her best girlfriend.

Okay, I'll admit it...

My friendship with Alexis is hardly what you might call �conventional.�

Not that there�s anything wrong with a straight girl being friends with a gay girl. Not that there ever was any tension between us, and certainly not in the way you're thinking. In fact, most of the time, I don�t even think of Alexis as a lesbian. She's a good friend and has been since college. We used to go on double dates all the time. We know each other's parents.

Maybe we were a little tipsy that night, I�ll admit that. Hell, it's safe to say that we were both probably bombed. By the time Brandon's party was over, we stumbled back to my car, laughing and hanging off of each other. No, not that way. Drunk people always use each other for support.

�I can�t do this,� I stared at the dashboard of my car. Through the haze of cosmos, it looked like the cockpit of a 747.

�Do you want me to drive?� Alexis slumped in the passenger seat, slurring her words. We both broke out in hysterics.

�No, I just need a moment to sober up for a while,� I said, reclining the driver seat. I was so drunk I didn�t even know what was going on. Words were leaving my mouth without checking in with my ears before departure.

The next thing I knew, I was back at my apartment and my boyfriend, Darren, was eating me out. That was strange enough, but he was actually doing it well! My whole body trembled with pleasure, neural highways stretched from my clit, crisscrossing my skin and intersecting at erogenous zones I never knew I had. I let the interstate of love take me close, closer, then, after a moment of endless longing, climax. Only then did I regain the power of speech.

�Darren, that was fucking amazing!�

�Darren?� Alexis said.

Now, hearing that voice sobered me up in a hurry.

�Heather, oh shit!� Alexis sat back in the passenger seat, wiped off her mouth and promptly vomited out the window. I looked down to see my skirt and panties in a bunch by the accelerator.

�Oh, shit,� I echoed.

That was a quiet drive home.

After the �incident,� we still hung out and had fun, just like before. We�d go shopping, or see a movie or hang out at the diner too late on work nights. Sure, that first week was tough, as we discharged the duties of our friendship with lots of plastic smiles and very little eye contact. Sure, it took a while to get past the embarrassment, but soon we were able to forget about it entirely. Well, almost entirely. Partially, at least.

Now, I�m a happily heterosexual girl, don�t misunderstand me. I have absolutely no intentions of getting involved with Alexis. Certainly not that way. But this secret was killing the two of us and threatening our friendship. I could tell we both just wanted to resolve the matter, to work out some sort of solution and go back to the relationship we had before the �incident.� You know, so we could be friends again.

�Hey, Alexis,� As it happened one night, the two of us were alone in my apartment, amusing ourselves with cable television, �I was wondering,�

�What�s that?� came the automatic response.

�About the night after Brandon�s party...,�

�Oh,� that deconditioned her quickly.

�Well, I was thinking, that it�s not really that big of a deal,� I was so nervous even my voice was shaking. I put my feet up on the coffee table and tried to look nonchalant. �I mean, it was just a blowjob,�

�That�s a good way of looking at it,� Alexis looked over at me, and I could see a thin smile of relief on her face.

�I mean, I�ve given plenty of blowjobs, that doesn�t mean I wanted to have sex with all of those guys, right?�

�True,�

�Sometimes, two people are just �friends with benefits,��

�Wait?� Alexis looked perplexed, furrowing her brow and shaking her head quickly. �What are you saying?�

�Well, I�m not going to say it was a horrible experience, you know, when I thought that you were Darren,�

�Heather,� Now it was her voice that was trembling. �I�m going to ask you a question and I hope it doesn�t jeopardize our friendship,�

�Go ahead, it won�t,� I answered.

�Are you proposing that we be �friend with benefits�?�

�Well, I wouldn�t mind the occasional blowjob,� I laughed too loud, �If that�s what you�re asking,�

We sat there looking at each other as the clock on the wall tapped its fingers nervously.

�Does now sound good?�

�Now sounds great,� I said.

�Okay,� Alexis smiled, �close your eyes,�

That helped a lot, with closed eyes, it was Daren down there, not my best friend Alexis. Daren unzipped my jeans and slid them down my legs, tossing them in a pile on the coffee table. Daren�s hands, too, removed my blue bikini-cut panties, which I had worn for him. I felt Daren�s hot breath on my sex, kindling the fires of my lust, my heart pounding like a bellows.

And it was Daren�s tongue, certainly not Alexis�, that made my entire body feel like a quivering mass of muscles, nerves and clit. When my hands reached out to cradle my lover�s head, it was Daren�s crew cut that I ran my fingers through, not Alexis� boyish, spiked haircut.

After all, I�m not a lesbian.

I hope that by explaining all of this, you can plainly see the facts. I�m still straight, and its not like I want to have sex with Alexis or anything like that. I am a perfectly happy, heterosexual woman. But, Alexis is good at what she does. And, more importantly, she seems to enjoy it. They're just blowjobs. We're just friends.

It was a Saturday night, I remember because Darren was with his friends at a basketball game. I didn�t feel like sitting at home by myself on a weekend night, so I called Alexis and asked if she wanted to see a movie. As it turned out, she had just been stood up by her date, and was looking for sympathetic companionship. On the way home, I invited her in for a cup of coffee.

A couple of hours later, the two of us were cuddling in my bed, listening to the rain accompanied by the classic rock station on the radio. Actually, 'cuddling' is the wrong word, we were just laying really close to each other. I was still glowing from the marvelous orgasm I had just received.

�Hey, Alexis,� I asked, �Do you like giving blowjobs?�

�Do you?� she laughed.

�I asked you first,�

�Sure, I like making people feel good,� she answered with a sigh.

�But you sometimes wish someone would make you feel good?� I finished her thought.

�I�m pretty capable at taking care of that myself, too,� she said, but quieter than before. I waited, contemplating what I knew I was going to say.

�I want to do it to you,�

�What?� Alexis laughed softly, �Heather, honey, you�re straight,�

�So, it's just a blowjob,� I shrugged, �I�ve gone down on people I�ve liked a whole lot less than you,�

�Yea, but they bought you dinner first,�

�Shut up, I�m serious,�

�Holy shit, you really are,�

�Come on, I know you must get lonely at times,� I said, rolling on top of Alexis. �All we�re doing is taking care of each other�s needs for a while,�

��Friends with benefits,��

�Exactly,� I concurred, casting my eyes down at the zipper of Alexis� jeans, the tight ones that hugged her at mid-hip. Slowly, she reached down and unzipped them.

�Had I known there was a possibility of a blowjob,� Alexis tried to joke, �I�d have worn something sexier,�

�Why bother,� I countered. �they won�t be on for long,�

�You really are serious about this,� Alexis said and I nodded. She hooked her thumbs around the waistband of her panties and slowly pulled them down to her knees.

I surveyed my friend�s exposed sex with some trepidation. Alexis had always said she kept her bush cut short and neat and it suddenly occurred to me why. I made a mental note to trim up tomorrow.

As I slowly lowered my face between her legs, my mouth went dry and my heartbeat thundered in my ears. Now only a few centimeters from Alexis� folds, I had to look up at my friend. It was one of those fractions of a second, before Alexis was aware of my gaze, before anyone could speak, before anyone could pull the curtains across their eyes. I saw in her honeyed irises concern, compassion and something underneath it all. There was a speck of hope in her eyes, and once I dived into it, it became a universe of desire.

�Listen, I appreciate the offer, Heather, but you don't have to-�

I didn�t let her finish her sentence. Extending my tongue, I tasted a woman for the first time. She was pungent, earthy, nothing like I had been imagining all night. Suddenly, I was doing it. I was eating Alexis� pussy. Once the first step had been taken, I found I couldn�t stop. I heard a second set of deep moans accompanying Alexis and realized that they were coming from my own throat.

With a renewed sense of purpose I pressed on, finding Alexis� clit with my tongue and drawing the engorged organ into my mouth. I felt her thighs close in on my head and more loud screams filled my bedroom. I could tell she was getting close, every subtle movement of her body was being transferred to my face.

�Oh my God, Heather!� Alexis cried and her hips bucked forward as she climaxed. After her breath had returned to a slow, steady rhythm, she graciously released my head from the confines of her legs.

�Well, that was a new experience,� I said, feeling self-conscience again sitting up and wiping my mouth off with the back of my hand.

�Don�t worry, I�ll take care of that,� Alexis offered and began licking her juices off my face between kisses.

Of course, it didn�t end there. I ate her out once more on the bed, then again after we had watched the Tonight Show. By then it was getting late, and we agreed that she should spend the night. Well, obviously I couldn�t resist going down on her again before she went to bed and giving her the first orgasm of the next day. By the time Alexis left Sunday evening, I was really starting to enjoy it.

Not eating pussy, mind you.

It just felt really good to make somebody else feel good. That�s all.

So, I broke up with Darren yesterday, but that had nothing to do with Alexis. He was an ass, anyway. And nothing has changed between Alexis and I. We�re still just friends, but now that Darren is out of the picture, I have a lot more pent up sexual frustration. That�s why we get together almost every night now. And I�m just repaying her favors like a good friend should. After all, I�m not a lesbian.

THE END