"Did you just say that you want to fuck me?"
Hunter was staring over at me from across the dining room table. His eyes were wide with surprise, as he kept his gaze focused on me.
I took a deep breath, shakily letting out the air. I knew that this was going to be weird, but I at least wanted to try.
The thing is, I kinda' have this problem. Well, I wouldn't even call it a problem, really. My boyfriend likes it a lot...
But sometimes, I just really, really need cock.
No, it's not a sex addiction. I don't try to fuck every man I see, and usually, after a few rounds with my vibrator, I'm all cleared up. And after one round with my boyfriend, I'm completely knocked out.
But until I get it, I'm a walking, wet-between-the-thighs mess. It's so awful. I can't think straight and I've completely soaked more than one pair of panties if I happened to be stuck in traffic or standing in line at the grocery store.
My boyfriend, Greg, was now officially a touring musician. I was more than happy for him, having cried tears of pure joy when he told me the news. His dream was coming true and soon, when we saved up enough cash, we could move somewhere together, to a better apartment, a better city, a better life...
But for right now, I was still stuck in Bumfuck, USA, in the middle of goddamn nowhere.
Before he left town for his first big gig, Greg told me that he wanted to make our relationship really work. He didn't want me to be completely dependent on my vibrator while he was gone, because he was afraid that I'd use it so much, I'd have trouble getting wet for a real, live cock. And he didn't want me so horny that I would lose my mind and end up sleeping with some random asshole, desperate to scratch the itch. Greg gave me permission to sleep with someone, just one other someone, as long as we were all mutual friends and as long as no one developed any feelings...
Enter Hunter.
Hunter was one of my best friends. We'd known each other since high school, and even in our twenties, we still got along like we were high school freshmen, those same annoying kids laughing way too loud in the cafeteria. We'd tried dating once before, somewhere around junior year, but one day he told me that I was the most annoying girlfriend that he'd ever had. In response, I told him that he was the lamest boyfriend that I'd ever had, so really, we were just balancing each other out. We only lasted a few more weeks after that.
Needless to say, we were great as friends, but awful as partners. Plus, Greg and Hunter would sometimes hang out together when all the guys would go out for a few beers and cheap wings.
Which meant that Hunter was the perfect candidate.
"Yes." My answer came out quiet and unsure. "I mean, I want you to fuck me, not really for me to be fucking you..."
"Ashley, what about Greg?" Hunter's voice was stern, as he shook his head in disbelief. "I thought you loved him. How could you want to do this to him?"
"Greg knows!" I raise my voice a little, feeling a bit offended by the accusation. "I would never cheat on Greg. I love him more than anything."
"He...He knows?" Hunter raises an eyebrow in my direction, completely confused by the conversation. "But if he knows...Why would he be okay with this? With you and me?"
"He just wants me to have someone...For when he goes out of town..." I shrug, making direct eye contact with Hunter. "He just wants me to have the option."
"Oh..." Hunter tilts his head to the side, as a grin comes over his face. "Is this because you can't live without dick for more than like five minutes?"
"Funny. I lived just fine without your dick for all these years." I smirk back over at him.
"Wow. You are still so, so annoying." He let out a laugh as he emphasized his tone. "But maybe I can fuck it out of you."
My clit throbbed in response to his words. He sounded so...authoritative and casual...
Fuck! He was already turning me on and he hadn't even touched me yet.
Hunter stood up from his seat, walking over towards mine. He gently ran one of his hands through my hair, as he lifted up my chin with his fingers. "Are you sure Greg will be okay with this?"
I wordlessly nodded, my skin suddenly feeling so warm where Hunter's fingers were touching me.
"Okay." He confidently nodded back at me. "Then take off your clothes, get on the couch and open your legs."
