Letters between Friends
I have a friend I adore. I would do anything for her. I guess you could say Bea is a friend with some benefits. I am a gay woman, Bea is straight and now married. Our friendship was always unconventional and very open to whatever came our way.
About six years ago, I started writing about my naughty exploits to Bea because I knew it would make her giggle and turn her on at the same time. She would tell me how she and her husband would read my stories and she would end up bent over a chair getting fucked long and hard by his massive cock. I have seen his cock (that's a whole other story) it is a massive 9 inches and thick. I know it may sound strange but reading about straight couple sex is a total turn on, especially when I know the couple, I have a crystal clear vision of every touch, taste and smell.
When I have sex with men it feels erotic and taboo. Writing about it, would turn me on all over again. The story A Guy Named Joe is a real story I wrote to Bea while I was staying at a friend's apartment in NYC. It is actually one of many true stories I wrote over the years.
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A Guy Named Joe
Joe is a guy I have known from the tea store I own. He comes in occasionally to buy tea and chat. To be honest I wasn't sure is he was gay or straight. He is a single guy, about 6 feet, wavy brown hair, handsome with bright blue eyes. He has no kids, takes ballroom dancing, plays volleyball, goes to Fire Island, loves to cook and drink wine, very fit at 47. He must be gay, right?
Joe came in the store a few months ago and we were chatting about life and its ups and downs. I told him I would not be open the usual days this summer due to a side job I had in the city which led the conversation to living in the city and where. His ballroom class is around the block from my friend Amy's place where I am staying.
I said "when you are around give me a call if you want to get together for a drink, I really like our chats."
For most of the summer we have been texting and email but haven't gotten together. When Joe has a few drinks his text messages become more provocative. I thought it was funny and harmless, but also realized he is straight by his comments.
He said "why can't I find a smart, funny woman that's into sex?"
I replied "when you do I hope she's gay...and send her my way." This led to when we go out...who will be wing man.
We planned to meet on Sunday and go out somewhere casual, have some fun. I had low expectations since he seems to change plans at the last minute, but this time he didn't.
Joe said "I will bring wine...I hope you are naked in bed with the door unlocked."
Mm...that's really unsafe leaving the door unlocked.
"No," was my reply, with a "ha."
Eight o'clock rolls around, he sends a text "I'm a few minutes away."
I text back "great."
He knocks on my friend's apartment door and I walk down the long hall to open it. His expression was disappointment.
I said "what?"
"I thought maybe you would be somewhat undressed."
"Why?"
The thought of fooling around did cross my mind over the past few months but I kept saying no to myself.
We sat outside on the terrace overlooking Madison Square Garden on a beautiful clear night, candles lit, talking about his work with fiber optics. I changed the riveting conversation to the dinner party I went recently, many of the guests were publishers.
He asked "why didn't you go for it with her?"
"She is straight as it turns out, she just likes to cause trouble when she drinks."
He still didn't see how that was a problem, of course. He then started to give advice on how I can sex it up with my looks...lovely.
"You know that Seinfeld episode when Elaine thinks she can dance...that's me trying to sex it up. It doesn't work."
We killed a bottle of wine while discussing our past loves. If we only knew than, what we know now conversation. I was a little buzzed. We both announce we have to use the bathroom.
I brought the empty bottle inside with me and said "We should go out somewhere to find you a woman."
I went into the kitchen placing the empty wine bottle in the recyclable bin as he went into the bedroom bathroom. I headed to the guest bathroom in the hallway at the other end of the apartment.
I came out of the bathroom and walked back to the terrace but as I walked past the bedroom I hear Joe say "I'm in here."
The bedroom was dark. All I could see was a silhouette of Joe laying across the queen bed. I hesitate a bit asking myself if I should go in. He is naked, stomach down posing like a centerfold.
I laugh that you must to be kidding me kind of laugh and said "What are you doing?"
"Well if you wouldn't get naked for me, I will get naked for you."
"I don't recall ever requesting that," I said, hovering in the doorway.
I stood there for what seemed minutes. "You know, I'm just not feeling good about myself so this probably isn't a good idea."
He said "I can make you feel real good."
I thought to myself, really, how?
"Take your clothes off and just lie here, we don't have to do anything if you don't' want too." He said as he pat the bed for me to come to him.
I did, slowly, feeling his stare and hoping he couldn't see any details in the gray darkness. There was only a bit of moonlight coming through the doorway into the bedroom.
He shimmied over on the bed, still on his stomach to make room for me.
He said "You seem uncomfortable." That was a correct observation.
He touched me with just a finger gliding up my body while he still lay on his stomach. I did the same to him, starting at his neck and down the center of his back and over his ass. Seriously, he has one tight ass! He moved to his side facing me and I still could not see ALL of him in the darkness. He leaned in and kissed me soft and gentle. He licked his fingers then played with my nipples, making them erect.
I could feel my heart rate rise, breathing a little faster. I let my hand glide down his chest noticing he didn't have a lot of chest hair and then over to his hip, avoiding touching and looking at his cock. He played with my nipples between his fingers and his warm tongue as his hand moved slowly over my stomach and rested on my mound.
Joe's fingers lightly touched the outside of my just shaved pussy lips. I wanted him to touch me more. I wanted to feel the roughness of his fingers inside me, sliding in and out.
He said "I was once a masseuse, would you like a massage?"
"NO," is what I think I said, followed by "thank you but that kind of touching isn't for me." I didn't finish that sentence as his hand ran down my inner right thigh and with a sudden deliberate motion he took my right leg and pulled it over his hip while he was on his side.
I felt his fingers lightly stroke the outside of my pussy, around my mound and back down between my legs. I spread a little wider, welcoming his touch.
I took his hand, guiding his fingers to part my pussy lips. I could hear him control his breathing and felt his warm breath on my neck. I guided his fingers, sliding gently around my slickness. Dipping one finger, then two fingers slowly in and out. I was so wet. He started to finger fuck me harder while kissing my neck. I wanted more.
I thought this may be the time to explore what he has to offer. While his fingers were stroking my throbbing clit, my hand went to feel for what I hoped to be his hardness, in the darkness.
He was hard all right. Like steel. His erection was against his stomach, big, thick and rock hard. He sucked in air while I touched his shaft, lightly stroking it up and down. His fingers teasing my clit with light tickles.
"I will be right back," he said as he hopped off the bed.