My Friend and I Pleasure Each Other

A Casual Hangout Turns Into a Mutual Pleasuring Session; [24F/24M], [Mutual Pleasure], [Helping Each Other Cum], [Friends], [Friends Helping Each Other], [Lust], [Heat of the Moment]

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"I've got options, sir. I've got the classics; vodka, gin, raspberry vodka, uhmm...and rum! Let's see what's behind all that. Oh wait," I exclaimed, looking back at Ben.

"I also have some corona in the fridge? But uhm, I feel like that isn't the drink of choice right now, is it?" I was starting to feel a little embarrassed. Why did I have so much booze? My eyes locked in on the bottle of this-is-the-one amber liquid in a large glass bottle.

"Tequila!" I peered back in excitement, as Ben was leaning against the island in my kitchen, shaking his head, side to side, in a humored disapproval.

"Okay, so no tequila. Don't feel like getting fucked up on a Tuesday night, eh?" I glanced back at my liquid stock, lined neatly in my cabinet. The shorter bottles were at the front, while the longer, wider bottles were closer to the back.

"I also have wine. What type would you want? Red? White, perhaps with a little bubble and fizz?" If I was going to look like an alcoholic, I might as well be funny doing it. Funny in a "wine-aunt" way.

"Have any whiskey? Scotch? Heck even bourbon, maybe" he asked teasingly.

Fuck. "Uh no," I said, embarrassed. "But! I do have Henny!" I sounded victorious but there wasn't really anything to be excited about. Tonight was not supposed to be; couldn't possibly be, a Henny night. Bad idea. Nuh uh. Can't. Can not.

"Alright, Henny it is," Ben said enthusiastically as he walked up behind me. Fuck...again.

I purposely pushed away all the warning signs and flashing lights that were blinging in my head; my conscience attempting to stop me from what I was about to do. "Glasses ar-," I said, interrupted by the slightly dominating sound of Ben's confidence. "Yeah, I know, top shelf, left cabinet."

I couldn't help but nervously smile as he, in fact, pulled out two, heavy-bottomed clear glasses from the kitchen cabinet. I placed the bottle of Hennessy down on the island and leaned against it, trying my best not to look anxious. Ben continued to open the freezer door and pull out an ice cube tray.

"I gotta say, I never get tired of this spherical ice. I'm going to get one for myself." Clink, Clink, ClinkClink, Cli-. I watched as the little spheres of ice sat wet on top of one another in the glass, making it immediately form condensation. "A drink has never felt the same since I had a drink, here with you, and your soccer ball ice cubes."

Was I blushing? He's talking about ice. "Haha, well, if I ever see them again, I'll be sure to grab you a few trays." I rolled my eyes.

I was attempting to be nonchalant, but the truth was, I was nervous about hanging out, one on one, with Ben. It had been a while since I saw him; most likely right before he went backpacking around Europe. A lot hasn't changed since, but the way I felt about being alone with a man, had. Admittedly, it has been a while. A while since I lusted for sex - the feeling of someone on me...someone in me. I hadn't had intimacy, of any kind, in months. Maybe 9 months? God, has it really been that long?

I gripped my glass a little harder, rubbing the rim with my finger and biting the inside of my cheek. I was listening, I was. I laughed at all the stupid experiences where something went wrong but then turned out to be a fun memory. I listened intently as he described the rustic beauty of all the beautiful, breathtaking views he was able to see with his own eyes, not over Google Images. I relished with excitement at all the amazing food he was able to try. I made the dirty, "ha-you-got-laid" faces when he, agonizingly, told me about his random and rowdy hook-ups. I listened as he spoke about the last few months with an enthusiasm I was slightly jealous of. Don't get me wrong, I was beyond happy for him. He was still my best friend. I was the one who pushed him to just say "fuck it," and go on this trip. But as he toured, partied, and made his way across Europe, I was busy working on advancing my career. I made the decision not to join him because of an opportunity for a promotion at work. I wasn't disappointed in my decision, no; this feeling of gloomy sadness mixed with needy burning, was caused by the lack of, well, sex. And now, Ben sat across from me at the other end of the couch. So close. The possibility of feeling a man's hands on me was sitting just a few feet away. Fuck...x3.

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"No way!" His eyes looked at me in shock, while his eyebrows shot up to the roof. He was my best friend. There was no way I couldn't tell him about my new hobby of writing Erotica for Reddit. To be honest, I think it was Henny doing the talking, not Sona. I felt as the heat coursed through my veins, spreading all over my body, when the bitter liquid sloshed down my throat, to my stomach; like gasoline coursing through the fuel line.

I had started writing Erotic stories on Reddit a month or so after Ben left. An "acquaintance" of mine introduced me to the dark side of Reddit and after reading a few stories myself, I thought, "fuck it, let's give it a shot."

"Yes." I took another sip of the horny juice. "Do you want to read some?" No! Why did I ask him that?

"Fuck yeah!" He was, to my relief, excited. I pulled out my phone from between my thighs and opened up the app. I had to pick the best one. My latest post was fun but it wasn't my favorite. Plus, I didn't need Ben reading about me getting gang-banged by 3 Redditors in an Audi. Let's be honest, he would be more excited about the Audi than my holes.

I continued scrolling for what felt like an eternity, before I decided to share the Plumber story. It had to be part 1, obviously. Showing out of sequence would be weird. Incorrect. Wrong.

I watched nervously, biting my index finger and clicking my fingernails against the glass with the other hand, as Ben indulged his eyes and mind into the story.

"Ha, you forgot to change before he came didn't you? That's classic you. At least you had a robe on. Normally you just chill naked. I'm shocked Sona." He was mocking me before his face shot up at me. "Wait, this is a true story isn't it?"

"Some of them are. Some are just my own fantasies or things I have imagined." I was suddenly aware of my nipples hardening under my tank top. Maybe changing out of my classy outfit for dinner earlier was a bad idea. Ben knew I always changed as soon as I got home. PJs were a must for me to get comfortable and chill at home. I think he was so used to it that he didn't mind as I sat there, cross-legged, in my matching baggy, black tank top and PJ shorts. I could have kept the bra and panties on though.

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We sat, in awkward silence, across from one another but slightly closer than before. I leaned in closer to Ben as he showed me sections of the story, on my phone, and asked questions. It was now the end of the story and my phone laid, screen side up, on Ben's leg. The screen was brightly lit, my Reddit page still open on it.

"So what ended up happening? Did you see him again?" I was grateful that he broke the silence.

"Haha, I guess you'll have to find out!" I didn't feel like explaining that whole affair to him. "Alright, then I am going to read Part 2 and learn all your secrets."

"Right now?" I asked, a little surprised. "Yeah, why not! You got any better ideas Sona?" He was mocking me again. That's how we were. We teased one another constantly.

I watched as he once again picked up the phone and began tapping on the screen as if he was already a veteran follower of mine. This required more booze. I was not nearly as intoxicated as I needed to be to endure another "my-best-friend-is-reading-my-sex-stories-and-why-the-hell-am-I-turned-on-by-it" session. I unfolded my legs and felt the numbness of them as I attempted to stand up.

"Woah-," I heard Ben say as I leaned a little too much to the side standing up. His big hands gripped at my hips to stabilise me. I felt as if it all happened in slow motion, my mind spinning slightly, trying desperately to regain a smidge of control over my balance. He stood up behind me and took the glass out of my hand and put it down on the coffee table next to us. His body pressed up against mine, towering over me, while his face peered down at me with concern. My brain didn't need all this stimulation right now - it was working to focus on my balance, not my lust. Ben's left hand, once on my hip, was now pressed against my lower back. I looked up at him, doing my best not to look at his lips, and reassured him that I was okay.

"I just stood up a little too fast, man. Don't worry. I'm fine. Henny is like tequila, it makes you think you're okay, but really, you're sloshed." He laughed and loosened his grip on me. He sat back down and handed me the glass from the table.

"Thanks, do you want another too?" I looked back at him, carrying his now empty glass as well. He nodded, "yeah, why not?" His face was already deep into the screen again, eagerly reading my erotic writing.

Yeah, that drink was needed. Things were getting, tense.

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I couldn't help but notice the bulge in his pants. He attempted to distract me with the phone screen and more random questions or comments while he readjusted. Our arms were brushing up against one another so it was fairly easy to see his body get excited. Every little twitch and movement, while his breath and heart rate quickened, was obvious.

Was it rude to point it out? It would definitely be inappropriate. We had joked around about this kind of thing before but never when it was directed to us, together. But there was no way to ignore the tension between us, it would radiate between us like heat, soon enough. I could do it in a joking way. Yeah. Joke. Joke about it. That was our style. That was safe.

"Keep reading but don't get turned on now Ben." I planned it with so much confidence, but as soon as he looked up at me in surprise, I had to break the contact and look down at my drink.

"What if I was?" Wait. What? This wasn't our style. I was expecting something along the lines of: "Ew, gross Sona. I could never be turned on by you. Plus your writing sucks."

I looked over at Ben in surprise. "I'd jerk off to your stories, I'm not gonna lie." I didn't know how to respond. The throbbing and aching pulse of my pussy was too distracting. Not able to formulate any thoughts, I looked down again at my glass. My nipples, hard as rock, poking through the thin fabric of my top, interrupted my gaze.

"And clearly, so are you.." his voice trailed. I looked up at him and caught him staring at my chest with a look filled with lust. "Ben," I began to say as he clicked my phone off and laid it down on the table next to us. But he didn't stop there. Didn't say a word. He leaned towards me, grabbing the glass out of my hand. Before I could process what was going on, Ben had his hands around my hips, almost picking me up. His grip, strong enough to pull me, had guided me into a position of his choice. I sat on his lap, my legs at his sides, facing him. I couldn't admit, at that moment, that as much as I was feeling concerned about the state of our friendship after this, the desire I had for him was much more intense.

There wasn't much time to say no. Ben tilted his head up at me, locking his gaze with mine, and began lifting my tank top up over my boobs. With a glance down at my nipples, I felt as his fingers started slowly rubbing up against the tip of my nipple, his other hand gripping my hip tightly. "Ohhhhhh..." I began, arching my back and moaning. "Fuck, Sona, you're so sexy."

His words made all my walls crumble. There was no longer any concern for the friendship. I wanted to feel him, please him, and make him cum. While he more aggressively played with my nipples, I locked my eyes with him again and started to unzip his jeans. He looked down at my hands doing their work to free his cock, his lips parting to let out a groan. "You're just as dirty as I always imagined you'd be."

I didn't feel like talking. All I wanted was to receive his praise while I took what I needed. It wasn't long before his cock was in my hand, getting stroked slowly but tightly. I watched as the sensation of my small hand around his cock made him close his eyes and moan. Every few seconds he would open his eyes and look at me as I smiled devilishly at him. My hard nipples also caught his attention. I felt as his hands started to make their way to my ass, cupping and gripping them. The force of his horny grip sent my pelvis forward toward him. I moaned as the grinding of his jeans stimulated my now very wet pussy. His eyes suddenly widened and dilated as he moved his hand between my legs, pushing my shorts to the side and resting his fingers at my slit. "Fuck...Ben..." I whimpered.

"I always wondered what your pretty little pussy felt like." I listened to him whisper his truth to me as his fingers began parting my lips, his cock throbbing in my hand as I started to stroke faster in hunger. "I've imagined this moment. The moment I get to make you cum."

"I want to make you cum too." The words spilled out of my lips in a dying moan. Ben smiled at me, his finger now gliding over my clit, sending shocks of desperate happiness up my body.

"Then let's cum together." Our foreheads touching, we continued to work our hands on each other. Our bodies began moving closer and closer to one another as the orgasms were building.

"I wrote a story about you. A fantasy. A fantasy where I would get to fuck you all day and all night. Ben, I always wanted you. I always wanted to be your..." His fingers were tuning out my thoughts. "Tell me, Sona, you always wanted to be my what?"

"Fuck..." I was seconds away from cumming. "I always wanted to be your little slut. I imagined what it would be like to cum with you. I want to see you cum. I want to feel it on me. Taste it."

I was spitting out cries and moans with every second that passed. I watched as my words edged Ben on while my hands worked into a nice pace, stroking his very hard cock. I looked down and let a ribbon of spit drip down my lips onto his cock, lubing up my hand. Ben's mouth parted open in satisfaction. "Ohhh, that was so so hot. You're gonna make me cum if you keep going like that. Why don't we make your cute little fantasy a reality?"

"Cum for me. Cum on my tits and my hand. Please. Ben. Cum for me." With that, his finger zoned in on my clit and started matching the pace of my hand stroking his cock. "You're so wet. Fuck."

"I'm going to cum." I couldn't edge it along anymore. I moaned out, trying my best to focus on maintaining the perfect rhythm of my hand movements while my body released hard on his fingers. "Holy fuck, Sona."

Before I could even process the spinning in my head and weakening of my body, I felt rope after rope of hot cum shoot up, leaving behind long droplets on my cleavage, boobs, and nipples. The white cum was a seductive contrast to my caramel skin and brown nipples.

We both shuddered from the sensitivity of each other's touch between our legs. As Ben pulled his hand from the side of my shorts, I began to reach my fingers up to my lips. I locked my eyes with Ben and started licking my fingers. We both looked over at his finger, also covered in my creamy wetness. I smiled shyly as he stuck his finger into his mouth and then cunningly into my mouth. I did a thorough cleaning of both our fingers, taking my time as Ben watched. He was obsessed. His eyes trailed down from my lips to my tits, now coated and dripping cum everywhere.

"Well that was a fun night. I'm glad to be back home. Europe was fun, but this...this was something else. You got any more stories?"

Erotica? Oh boy, did I have more stories. Ben didn't know it yet, but erotica was my specialty.

We have options here, baby. Buckle up.

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Message from the author: "Thank you for reading! Let me know if you'd enjoy a Part 2 of this story! Until then, as always, cum again soon!"