"We're good friends, aren't we?" Susan asked. I was a bit surprised.
"I thought we were best friends," I replied.
"Well let's see. Could I ask a favor of you?"
"You never asked to ask before. It must be a pretty big favor."
"It is. You know I've been seeing this guy for some time now…"
"And you still haven't even told me him name."
"…and we were talking about sexual fantasies the other day."
"What was your fantasy, Susan?" She hesitated for a moment.
"Mine wasn't important. But his was to be some woman's mystery lover. To make love to a woman who didn't know what he looked like, sounded like, even his name. So I suggested you, Tina."
"Me!?"
"I know he's a total stranger to you, that's kinda the point, but
I
know him. I've dated him for quite a few weeks. And you're not seeing anyone right now. So I know we're best friends, but are we good enough friends that I can ask a favor like this of you?" I didn't say 'no', probably because I was just too stunned. "Just think about it. There's no rush."
She dropped this on me Friday night just before she left. Apparently she wanted to give me the weekend to think about it, which I did, but looking back on it, I should have agreed right away. I don't know how many times I thought to myself that I would trust Susan with my life. So having sex with her boyfriend because she wants to fulfill one of his fantasies seems almost trivial by comparison. And since I hadn't had any in some time and he couldn't be any worse than some of the losers I've had in bed, I thought "Why not?"
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"Great!" she said when I called her up. "Any particular night good for you?"
"Whenever you want."
"Then I'll call him now and set it up." She hung up the phone and I waited. I started to feel a little sick almost immediately, but I shouldn't have. Who asks you to have sex with her boyfriend? But you're just doing your best friend a favor. Although it was more like you're doing the boyfriend a favor. But
he
didn't ask you,
she
did. But maybe he's controlling and manipulating her. Then again I've never known her to keep seeing a guy who mistreated her. I ran to the bathroom and threw up. I needed to get that out of me and I felt better afterwards. I was overanalyzing the situation. Surprisingly only a few moments had passed during all of my mental conflict and agonizing. The phone rang.
"Wednesday night at your place?" Susan asked.
"Fine. Uhhhh…."
"I'll be there first. I'll blindfold you and I'll do most of the talking. If he talks at all it'll only be in a soft whisper in your ear so you won't know what he really sounds like."
"You'll be here too? The whole time?"
"Of course."
"Okay. Wednesday then." She hung up and I felt a million percent better knowing that she would be here also.
At work on Monday I could barely keep my mind on the Peterson account. I was still a bit uneasy but found my excitement level starting to build. What would he be like? I thought about every man Susan had ever dated. Leo was over six feet tall, lean but muscular with a German accent (and a schlong, or so Suzie said) as thick as a knockwurst.
Barry wasn't much taller than me, ill-at-ease around others, quiet and a bit nerdy. But when he spoke Italian, I could close my eyes and be transported to the Old World. I'd feel as if I'd lived my entire life on a mountain vineyard overlooking the sea, the aroma of wine intoxicating my soul and a gentle Mediterranean breeze caressing my scantily clad, sun kissed body.
Then there was Martelli, the magician. Quince, the drummer. Trevor, the photojournalist. Maroc, the professional gambler. Every one of them had at least one beautiful or enticing quality, but none had the complete set. And no two were even remotely similar in appearance.
As Wednesday approached, I found that my initial physical reaction of rapid heartbeat, nervousness and sweating hadn't changed, but the reason for it had. Now I was actually excited, anticipatory, impatient for the night to arrive. A complete stranger was going to use me for his sex toy. Be inside my body! I would be his fantasy woman and then he would leave, never knowing who he was. It might be somebody I see all the time. The security guard in the lobby. That really cute blond guy who gets off on the sixth floor. It would be great if it was him. Maybe he was one of my neighbors. I looked around the office and realized that it could be any one of my coworkers that might be inside my apartment tonight…inside my bed…inside my pussy. My heart started pounding, forcing my tits to strain against my bra, and my thighs started getting wet from the juices that began flowing out of my cunt. I hurried to the restroom, got in a stall and fingered myself to the best orgasm I ever had…with or without a man. It was to set the mood for the entire evening.
"You're alone?" I said to Susan. I looked into the hallway as she came in then closed the door.
"Of course," she said, walking into my bedroom. "You can't see what he looks like." She started taking off her clothes. "Now get naked, put the blindfold on…" She took a black, velvet blindfold out of her purse and tossed it on the bed. "…then I'll call him and tell him to come up. He's waiting in the lobby." I did as she instructed and lied on the bed while she made the call. My heart pounded in my ears as my thoughts raced over what was going to happen. Certainly nothing I hadn't done before, I assumed. Then again, everything in my sex life up until now hadn't exactly been spectacular, so hopefully it
will
be different.
"I see you bought the hair remover," she said as she placed her hand on my bare pussy. Her fingers slowly danced all over my naked snatch, then she easily slipped two of them into my quickly dampening cunt. "Much better than shaving, isn't it?"
"Yes!" I blurted out. This was the first time I'd ever felt a woman's touch on that part of my body, and I liked it! Maybe it was the build up to the whole evening that made her touch so exhilarating, or maybe some lesbian tendencies were beginning to surface. Either way, I was enjoying it so much that I had momentarily forgotten about her boyfriend. To my slight annoyance, Susan abandoned my little girl when the doorbell rang, let her boyfriend in and led him to my bedroom. A few seconds passed.
"He says you have a very sexy body."
"Thank you," I said appreciatively.
"He also says he'll enjoy making you cum so hard, you'll feel as if every molecule in your pussy exploded."
I smiled. "Not as much as
I
would enjoy it."
"Lie on your stomach." I did as she said. Then I heard the rustling of clothes as he obviously got undressed. I also heard a zipper purring, but it sounded too heavy and long for a pair of pants. He must have brought in a satchel of some kind which contained…what I was soon to find out.
"How do you feel?" Susan asked.
"Fine."
"Just fine? You say that as if you do this every other day. How do you
really
feel?"