The Friend
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My name is Kelly. Max is my boyfriend. Dustin is his friend. I saw Dustin the first time a couple of months ago. He's quiet and withdrawn. Max seems to watch after him. He's been around Max and me more lately but not horribly imposing. He seems to ignore us when Max and I are making out. He stays quiet and doesn't say anything. Max started leaving the bedroom door open. Dustin is always reading or something. Max probably leaves the door open so he can keep track of Dustin rather than so Dustin can watch us but I think so he can watch us too.
Sometimes when Max is spoon fucking me I can see out the door, peeking through a small crack in the sheets at Dustin. He almost turns his head and looks. He knows we're in bed and probably knows we're fucking. We stay fairly quiet about it but he must know. I keep the sheets and the small blanket bunched up on my side and hips when we're Spoon fucking so the sheets or covers don't move all around so Dustin doesn't get many clues but we do orgasm and moan sometimes. He must know. He's always listening but he isn't creepy. He's a good kind of friend and he and I have sparse conversations but I think that just may be his way.
Max and I aren't madly in love with each other but we are a couple because it's convenient for both of us and we know what we like. Max has a cabin on state forest land. They give 50 or 100 year leases for practically nothing if you put a cabin on it and Max did. There's plenty of walking paths all over the place and some small waterfall pools we can jump in to cool off. It's where Max and Dustin and I go mostly. The cabin is very nice and attractively furnished.
One time when Max and I had a particularly good bed fuck that lasted longer than usual I asked him about Dustin. I said, "He must be able to hear us. It's quiet in here and he can see right through the door. I feel a little sorry for him."
"He's ok," he said. "It doesn't seem to bother him. We can't just boot him out until we're done. I don't know how he would take that. I think he would be hurt. At least this way he can feel a kinship or something.
"Do you think he gets hard and horny," I said. "I'm starting to get used to him. He's seen me with my blouse unbuttoned and open with a bra on when I'm getting dressed and making coffee and the time I made pancakes with just pants and a bra and blouse on. I saw him looking."
"I don't know if her gets hard and horny or not," he said.
"You seem to be sexier when he's watching," I said. "Maybe that's why, or you're trying to get him more interested in girls. If that's it I can be a little looser around him but I'd need a little personal freedom so he could respond."
"I wouldn't mind," he said. "Try not to be obvious so it's a normal thing."
"Ok," I said. "Say something if you need to."
The next day I said, "I'm going for a walk."
Max spoke right up. He said, "Take Dustin with you. Dustin, go get some exercise. You sit too much. It'll get to you. I'm going to clean up the kitchen some."
Dustin looked at Max and said, "Ok."
Dustin stood up and waited. I got his hand and led him out the door. We went around the house and I picked up a pad and mosquito net and we started down a path into the woods. When we got out of sight of the house I gave the pad to Dustin to carry.
I said, "Do you mind Max leaving the bedroom door open when we're in bed? I don't mind. I think it's kind of sexy with you watching."
"You don't mind me watching? He said. "I don't watch much."
"I don't mind," I said. "I think Max leaves the door open on purpose for you so you can watch. If you would like to be more comfortable you can move your chair so the door frame hides our heads and you can see the rest of us. That way you can watch without being seen."
Dustin didn't say anything and we went on down the path hand in hand and holding the pad and netting. The path was quite private and not defined. I've never seen or heard anyone else anywhere near it. There are lots of hard wood trees with nice undergrowth that wasn't that tall and lots of areas where evergreens laid down a bed of needles which were very dry. The sun was blocked when the trees were thick and not all that bright underneath.
I said, "I wouldn't mind pulling the sheets and covers one way or the other so you can see more. I think you would enjoy it. It would be perfectly ok."
Dustin looked at me but didn't say anything. We found the spot I was looking for so I slowed down and turned off the small trail and pulled Dustin along with me, well off the path. I finally stopped and got the pad and stretched it out. It was quite wide and long. Stretched on the pad we would be invisible and sound wouldn't carry in the woods.
"Don't take any clothes off," I said. "The bugs may eat you up. The mosquito netting will protect us."
Dustin didn't seem to ever do anything on his own but waited for direction. I got down on the pad and he did too and we opened up the netting and spread it over us. We could see clearly through it and it was large and we wouldn't accidentally pull it clear so the bugs could get in. The place I picked was clear of underbrush where the netting spread out so it wouldn't hang up on any plants. Once underneath I took off my blouse and shorts and shoes. The netting stayed draped over our heads and was big enough to move with us without pulling up. It molded on us no matter how we moved.
"I love time out like this," I said. "It makes me feel so free. Give it a try, I think you'll like it. It's ok."
He started taking his clothes off. When he was sliding his pants down I took off my bra and then my pants. He paused a little but went ahead and stripped. By that time I was stretched out on my stomach with my legs open. He stretched out beside me about the same, us looking right into each other's eyes. Before I stretched out I made sure he had a good look down my valley but my legs weren't open then. I had a nice tuff and was shaven below. He also got some great looks at my breasts and nipples. He was hard when he stretched out. He was long and big enough around. Girls should have been all over him.
Our hips and shoulders and legs were pressed against each other. I smiled and he did too. We talked for about 10 or 15 minutes. Old school stuff. I didn't remember him from school. I think he kept as invisible as he could in school. I've never been in the woods with Max on the pad. I kept that to myself so he didn't know what I did with it and wouldn't assume anything. I waited until enough time went by and I thought Dustin was calm and comfortable with me.
I said, "When I'm out here serene like this I usually run my fingers all over myself. It feels really good. Could you do that for me? After a little while I'll turn over so it's more convenient. My clit is sensitive like the head of your dick and the entrance to my pussy is sensitive too. Just treat them like you do your dick. I like two fingers in my pussy. If I close my eyes it's because I'm enjoying it a lot. I'm not going to sleep."
I opened my legs and Dustin turned over on his side to give me room. I felt his dick hit the outside of my hip and he opened his legs so my leg could get through. I had my knee bent between his legs. I felt his dick on my thigh. We were looking at each other. Sometimes he looked down my body. I was patient and didn't say anything else. After some time I felt his hand on my butt and thought, 'ok, this is going to work'. My butt crack was open. His fingers started moving around my buns and down the edge of my butt crack. He didn't go down in. When he got low his fingers got over my perineum and up the top of my ridges. My pussy was open but he didn't go down in.
He ran right into my clit. I mean right into the tip itself. I almost jumped out of my skin but didn't let on. He got on the hood and rubbed it up and down. I had my hips up just a little so he had room under there. It was nice feeling his hand between my thighs. It wasn't long before he got back towards my pussy. A little fiddling and I felt two fingers at the entrance moving independently. He was ranging, finding out what to do. It seemed difficult for him but he pushed the two fingers in and slowly worked them in and out. When he got his fingers fully wet it was much easier for him and me. He seemed methodical, not haphazard.