Staying friends is a real pain in the ass.
That thought had been echoing in Nikki's head over the past couple months, and it had only gotten louder throughout the night. Lots of couples tried to do it, most of them failed, and the more she'd thought about it, the luckier those failures looked. Of course, driving her ex-boyfriend and a van full of drunk guys around the city on a stag night for the last five hours hadn't helped her perspective on the subject either.
Her and Brad had met at the beginning of their junior year of college. They were two overachievers who sparked to each other instantly, becoming a couple overnight. Brad was the star of the soccer team - a chiseled physical specimen that women drooled over. Nikki had been the deans list scholar who cultivated her own lithe body as a member of the dance team. They were the kind of couple that people loved and secretly loathed at the same time out of jealousy.
Brad hadn't been her first love, but definitely her quickest. Within days of meeting each other, they'd been a tangle of sweaty limbs and giggles - each quickly discovering that their new lover was more passionate and adventurous than their reserved exterior would lead anyone to believe.
A month after they'd met, Brad checked his phone to find a text from Nikki asking to meet at the library to help with a research project. After a few minutes of pouting that it hadn't been a sexier message, he'd found his way to a room on a lower floor at the back of the reference section. He opened the door to find the room completely dark, and reached for the light. He closed his eyes and squinted into the bright fluorescent shine that filled the room. Nikki was leaning back on top of the only table in the room, completely naked, one hand furiously rubbing her pussy.
"I didn't know if you were going to show up," she panted.
Brad was frozen to the spot in shock. He could feel his cock harden instantly in his jeans, straining against the fabric. Nikki's beautiful C-cup tits were glistening with sweat and she was biting her lower lip, eyes almost closed in concentration. He continued to stare, unable to move.
Nikki's pace slowed, a look of annoyance shading her face. With eyebrows raised, she asked: "Are you waiting for an invitation?"
Brad took a breath for the first time in what seemed like an hour and turned to close the door. As his hand touched the knob, he heard: "Leave it open."
He only hesitated a second to turn off the lights before moving across the room, leaning down, and kissing her passionately. Nikki moaned into his mouth, arching her back and instinctively thrusting her hips towards him. Her hand slid from its work and began nimbly unbuckling his belt, opening his jeans, and then finding the hardness that was inside. They both groaned as she stroked him and then guided his cock to her slick opening. Without hesitation, he pushed inside her.
"Really glad you could help with my project," she moaned as he bottomed out inside of her.
"Couldn't someone walk by?"
"Hardly anyone comes down here," she said and then grinned at him wickedly. "Besides, I think it's kinda hot..." Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him even deeper. "...don't you?"
He grinned. "When you put it like that, yeah."
A few minutes after Nikki had slid her sundress back on, a librarian had pushed a cart past the door and they'd tried to hide their laughter as they walked towards the stairs.
Six months later, it was Brad's turn. They'd been at a party all night and come back to Brad's apartment. A second after she was through the door, Nikki was pinned to the wall, his lips mashed to hers, their bodies pressed together in the darkness. The thin fabric of her tight dress pressed against her nipples, her wrists held above her head by one of Brad's strong hands while the other pushed her dress up over her hips.
"Do you trust me?" He asked, his breathing heavy. Nikki paused for a second and could feel his smile even in the shadows. "Yes," she answered. He firmly pulled her away from the wall, moving behind her. A few seconds later, he was tying a strip of cloth around her eyes.
He led her back into his room. Her dress was slid over her head, panties pulled down to the floor. She was led to his bed and laid down with her heels still on. The restraints on her wrists were soft, but tight.
He teased her for what felt like forever. Running his finger over her nipples, across her stomach, over her hips, and then ever so slightly grazing her slit. Each time he came close, she involuntarily thrust her hips forward, trying to meet his touch. He would leave the room and come back. It was torture, but she'd never been more turned on in her life.
At some point, she thought there was other voices. Male voices. There were lips on hers. A hand groping her breasts. Hand running over the curve of her thigh. A finger barely slipping inside her pussy lips before leaving her empty. It seemed like it was coming from all over. Her mind reeled from this secret fantasy they'd talked about during sex many times made real, but also scared of what was actually happening. The further the touches went, the more her body responded and the feelings of fear faded. Second by second, she was losing control over herself.
When she was first penetrated, it caught her by surprise because she'd been so distracted as to not feel anyone on the bed with her. He slid inside her in one long stroke and she was surprised to realize she didn't care who it was. She was fucked hard for several minutes before being left empty. Then, a cock presented at her mouth along with a hand rubbing her wetness. She was utterly confused and completely turned on.
It seemed to go on like that for hours, being teased and fucked. She had no idea how many men were there and she didn't care. She'd been brought to the edge of climax over and over, only to be denied each time. Finally, the blindfold was pulled back and it was Brad who was thrusting deep inside her. Thoughts swirled in her mind. She wanted to hate him for the number of his friends who had surely touched and violated her, but there was a part that also wanted to thank him. She'd been nothing more than a toy for how long and enjoyed every second of it.
Later, he told her how he'd planned it. That it had just been him the whole time. How he'd wanted to fulfill her deepest fantasy for her.
So here she was, four years later - two years after they split - driving her former boyfriend around for his bachelor party.
They'd agreed to "stay friends" after the break up because it seemed like the right thing to do. They had the same circle of friends and still got along pretty well. Everything was fine until Brad met Lindsey a year ago and got engaged within six months.
That hadn't gone over well for her, but after several weeks of depression and an ill-advised one-night stand, she'd managed to power through. However, that seemed to pale in comparison to the next disasters awaiting her. First had been the invitation to the wedding, which she couldn't think of any way to weasel out of. Second had been the limo driver for this drunken excursion cancelling at the last minute.
Brad's friend Gabe had managed to convince her to drive the hastily-rented 15-passenger van, although it'd been touch and go for most of the discussion. Luckily for both of them, Nikki remained a sucker for those in need and also hadn't been quick enough to think of an airtight excuse to avoid being available that night. After multiple promises of owing her for the rest of his life, Gabe had managed to talk-slash-guilt her into it. He'd even sat shotgun the whole night and tried his best to keep her company and even remained slightly less shitfaced then everyone else.
Nikki pulled the fifteen passenger van over to the curb and the last couple former frat boys gone to seed all but fell out the side door onto the sidewalk. As expected, Brad got a big kick out of it and the guys even managed to recover enough to find their way into their apartment building. Nikki chuckled slightly as Brad mumbled something about them not getting lucky. Poor guy. So smart and yet soooooo oblivious. She knew for a fact that those guys, Terry and John, had been fucking each other's brains out for the past year without telling anyone.
Ten minutes later, they were pulling into the parking lot of Brad's apartment building - an old Victorian home that had been sliced up into small hovels for a pretty penny. He stumbled out the side door and wobbled a little before righting himself. Nikki shook her head and closed the door behind her. Something had told her that she was going to be helping him upstairs by the end of the night.
She led him up the stairs as he giggled and stumbled the whole way. Even though she'd been staying in the van the whole night, she'd made a point to wear her tightest black dress and matching leather boots just to make herself feel a little more confident... and, if she were being honest, a little less pathetic. Getting to the top of the stairs, Brad slipped and reached out with both hands - one latching onto her arm and the other missing by a good foot and a half, grabbing hold of her bare thigh. He apologized profusely, which was either terribly sweet of him or utterly heartbreaking, she wasn't sure.
Once inside, she watched him flop onto the couch and lean back, his smile as sloppy as his balance. She walked into the kitchen on autopilot, getting him a glass of water and tossing in a couple Alka-Seltzer tablets - his surefire hangover cure - and then handing it to him. He knocked it back and smiled at her. "You always did take care of me."
She smiled back, thinking: yeah, and look where it's gotten me. She stretched and caught a glimpse of a distinctive bulge in his jeans. Was that from her or some skank from the bar? Without thinking, she leaned over and put her face right in front of his. Brad's aim wavered from one side to the other, before Nikki got hold of his chin so she could look in his eyes. "You feeling okay?"
His eyes locked with hers for a second before slipping down into her cleavage and remaining there. She smiled faintly. Well, at least I'm not completely invisible. A wicked thought crossed her mind. Should I?
Nikki lifted Brad's chin up so his gaze moved from her tits to her eyes. He was definitely feeling no pain, but there was recognition there. Nostalgia, spontaneity, and desire teamed up to win the day.
"Listen, I really need to take a shower after being in that van all night. You okay with me using yours before I head home?" Brad smiled and nodded. "You can do whatever you want Nik. You're the best." She gave him a quick kiss on the forehead and disappeared into the bathroom.
Brad turned on the TV and was caught up in a baseball game when he realized that the bathroom door had opened. Had he dozed off? It seemed like Nik had just gone in there a second ago...
All thoughts stopped and he unconsciously held his breath. Nikki came walking confidently into the living room wearing nothing but her boots and a sheer black thong. She stopped in front of him, hands on her hips, and looked down at him on the couch.
"Changed my mind. Maybe you could help me get a little more sweaty before getting into the shower." Thoughts and instincts were wrestling for supremacy in Brad's mind. His loyalty to Lindsey, his confusion over this sudden turn by Nikki, and all the memories of their time together. This seemed so familiar...
He had it. Two years ago, after a party. She'd come walking into the room the same way, but there'd been two of their friends here with them. She hadn't said anything then - just walked in, kneeled down in front of him, and proceeded to give him the most amazing blowjob of his life while their friends watched. It'd been pure pornstar stuff. Working the shaft, licking his balls, spitting on the tip of his cock and then taking it all the way down her throat. Their friends, who'd fooled around in front of them before, had wound up fucking right next to them on Brad's king-sized bed that night.
Tonight, there was no one there except for the two of them. Nikki smiled at his confusion and again bent down to look him in the eye.
