I was growing sexually frustrated!
Let me first give you a little background about myself and my situation and then I'll tell you what I did about it. It may seem a little impractical how I handled it, but you do what you have to do, right?
When this happened, I was 25 and single and was working for a credit card company in the customer service department. I had been there for a little over a year and had become fast friends with three guys who were around my age and also single. We hit it off immediately and were able to talk about almost anything, even sex. It also helped that I was a big football and baseball fanatic, since this carried many a conversation.
Besides sports, another reason I got along so well with these guys was because all my life, I have always gotten along better with guys than girls. A tomboy type, you might say. As I've gotten older, that label has somewhat been shed, but it would always be a part of me, I knew.
One physical characteristic of mine was definitely feminine, though. I had above average-sized breasts but I usually never flaunted them. I also had a bigger, muscular build. I could kick some guys' asses if I ever had to.
I wore bigger, looser tops that mostly hid my chest. I wasn't ashamed of them, just did not feel the need to "showcase" them. To work I always wore pants or jeans on casual Fridays. Another reason I may have gotten the "tomboy" label in high school and since. I just did not like to wear skirts that often and never wore a dress unless I absolutely had to. I think I own like two now and I cannot even remember the last time I wore either of them.
You're probably wondering what the rest of me looks like, too. I have dark brown eyes and have short dirty blonde hair. I used to wear my hair long, just past my shoulders, until about four months ago. I just wanted a change, I guess. It's the shortest it's been since my sophomore year in high school. My hair is naturally wavy and my hair now is just so much more manageable, I love it!
I'm 5'8" and like I said I am built solidly, but I'm not giving out my weight. People are so caught up in weight. I could probably stand to lose 10-15 pounds but I look good for my height and my build. It might shock some of you if I told you my weight, okay? I look good, damnit, and that's what counts.
My ass? I know some of you guys are wondering about my ass, right? I love my ass! It's big if you compare it to Jennifer Aniston or any of those other Hollywood waifs, but on me it looks good. But it certainly does not get the attention it deserves because of my large chest. Like I said I was single. I was dating a guy for almost two years but I broke up with him. I just did not see a lifetime with him. It was time to move on; we both knew it. But since then (about six months ago), I have badly needed cock. Any cock!!! Since I lost my virginity at 17, it was the longest I had gone without sex. This was the cause of my frustration!
Enter my trusty circle of guy friends at work. I call them my "ABC" group. Andy, Brett and Cory. Of the three, only Cory was currently seeing someone, a girl named Mindy that I had met only once. She was blonde and petite. I loved to tease Cory that she had tits about 1/5 the size of mine. Like I said, we talked about everything. I was one of the guys!
Hell, they would even tease me about being a dyke, especially after I got my hair cut. They always cited my wearing pants, too. All I would do would tease right back, making crude comments about girls at work and what I would like to do with them. Of course, this always got them going. Sometimes I think they would start a session of insinuating I was a lesbo just to hear how much I craved the newest receptionist's ass or how I would love to bury my face in one of our supervisor's chest, which was even bigger than mine.
Of course, I was not a lesbian or even really curious and they knew it, too. After all, I was dating Bill when I started there. Well okay, maybe they didn't know I was not curious. Being with another woman just did not interest me at all.
Andy was tall and had shaggy blonde hair. He had just turned 23 and was the youngest. If he had fewer pimples, he'd be a lot cuter, but he was pretty hot nonetheless. Brett was 24 and had a full head of dark brown hair and matching eyes which I found sexy. He was the shortest of the guys but still a tad taller than me. Cory was 25 like me, had light brown hair, a goatee that fit his look and a receding hairline. He looked at least a few years older. His smile was captivating and I'm sure was one of the reasons he had been able to snag little Mindy. They had only been dating for a little over two months.
But I had not been getting any, and I suspect the same for Andy and Brett, although Andy talked a good deal about his weekend conquests. Who knew if they were true? I had my doubts.
Anyway, I had just watched "When Harry Met Sally" for the third time but first time since I had met these guys, and I wondered, is it true? Can guys truly be friends with women that are somewhat attractive and not want to have sex with them? Or at least think about having sex with them? I mean I had to be somewhat attractive to them, didn't I? Maybe not enough to merit thinking about while wanking their little dicks to but they had to have wondered what it would be like to have sex with me or at least want to see my naked boobs, right?
It was this topic that dominated our Friday lunch at the food court at the Mall across the street from our office building. I brought up that movie to them because it was just last night I had watched it on TNT. I was mildly surprised only two of them had seen it. Andy hadn't and the two who had did not care for it. It was a stupid chick flick, they said. But I pressed on nonetheless. I was feeling flirtatious and they were eating it up. Or were they just fucking with me?
I was basically asking each one of them if they have ever thought about having sex with me and to a man they all said 'no'. I was hurt. Could I not even stir a hint in their minds of what I would be like in bed? Were they gay??? Or did any or all of them not want to admit not only to me but to the other two that they had? I mean, we were all friends. It was possible I was broaching a subject I shouldn't have. If in fact one of them admitted that he had thought about it, it could change the scope of our friendship, of all of ours, even if we never acted on it.
And then Andy said that he did dream about it once. Not daydreaming, but a real dream. After all, we cannot control what we dream about in our sleep, right? Or could we?
I asked him what the dream was about and he went on to tell all of us, not in graphic detail, which I would have wanted, but that basically him and I were alone at work and all of a sudden we were kissing and undressing one another. The next thing that happened, he said, is that we were in the conference room on the table about to engage in sex but then he woke up. He said that he doesn't remember really seeing me naked but knew it was me in the dream. My pussy was actually tingling upon hearing this but we had to get back to work soon.
That Friday afternoon I found myself constantly thinking about having sex with Andy in the conference room. During my afternoon break, I even walked into the empty conference room and tried to picture lying on the table with my pants off and my shirt open with Andy standing between my legs putting his cock into my pussy and pumping me as he grabbed a hold of my tits!
The next week on Wednesday, we were again at our usual lunch place and Brett brought up the topic of sex, wondering if anyone had any more dreams. He also wanted to know if I ever thought any one of them. Fair enough question, I thought.
Since I was always honest with all of my friends, I looked at Andy and told him that last Friday after our lunch, I was caught up thinking about his dream with me and that I thought about it a lot that afternoon and also that I even went to the conference room to try and picture it.
All of the guys were flabbergasted! Especially Andy, I'm sure. I don't know if they were more surprised that I could be a sexual being or that I would admit something like that. Then Cory spoke next. He admitted he did wonder what my tits looked like and thought about it the next time he saw Mindy naked, which I'm sure was later on that Friday night. But Brett surprised me the most. He was pretty honest, saying that of course he had thought about it. He said that all guys think about sex like 20 times a minute. Any woman they come in contact with, even fat, ugly ones, guys think about boinking them. And then he added I was neither fat nor ugly. I was in heaven! I definitely felt better about myself than I did last Friday, and I even felt again that familiar moistness between my legs when I become aroused.