When mobile phones came onto the scene I instantly became a big fan and kept up to date with the latest models and the gadgets that came with them, upgrading whenever a new fancy model with some fancy new feature became available. When camera phones were eventually released I naturally snatched one up and as they became common my friends began using them to send photo messages. I was inundated on a weekend with pictures of drunks mooning, close ups of vomit and other questionable substances (some of my friends are animals). Right from the onset of the mobile revolution I had never really been a fan of text messaging but with the addition of photos I started getting into it, sending my own images to friends and family, just not as vulgar as the majority of the ones I was receiving.
My friends were mainly guys, people I had known all my life and had grown up with. I had a few female friends, some of whom I had met at college others from various jobs I had held. It was in one of these jobs I met Karen who became one of my closest friends. I had befriended her on her first day at work, she looked a little lost and out of her depth so I took it upon myself to offer her a hand and show her the ropes. She was in her late teens at the time, a couple of years younger than me. After a few shared coffee and lunch breaks we found that we had a variety of things in common, same sense of humour, interests and hangouts and we quickly became good workmates.
Obviously my initial reasons for helping her on that day were less than chivalrous, Karen was around five nine tall with a great figure, magnificent toned legs and perfect white porcelain skin, long straight blond hair, brilliant blue eyes and a gorgeous smile. She was never without a boyfriend, although they never seemed to stay around long and even though over time we had grown extremely close the question of us getting closer never arose, we had slipped seamlessly into a platonic relationship, what most guys call the dreaded friend zone. I did though vividly dream of being more than friends with her on a regular basis throughout our early years of friendship.
As the years went on I eventually left the job I had met Karen at for a better position somewhere else. As we had gotten to be good really workmates we kept in touch and carried on socialising together. Karen got to know some of my old friends and even slept with one of them on one particularly drunken night out, something I found myself getting quite jealous about when I found out but the feeling quickly passed.
We would frequently chat on the phone or have lengthy text conversations. We would talk about what was going on in our lives, in our jobs, sometimes gossip and we would share our secrets. When we would be on nights out together or having a meal we sometimes would be mistaken for a couple, when this happened I would get a buzz but Karen's swiftness to correct the mistaken perception would bring me back down. It would confuse me at how easy it was to talk to Karen and how well we got on and had in common. Had she been someone I had met on a night out or under any other circumstances she would have been my ideal partner. But as fate had dealt the hand, it seemed we were destined to only ever be just good friends.
As our lives moved on, we both ended up meeting a special someone and were in separate serious relationships. We had both at some point experienced a jealous partner who could not grasp our friendship, most of the time we had taken friendship over the jealousy but there were occasions when the potential love took priority. Eventually the amount of time we spent chatting and texting started to lessen. Karen eventually got a really good job offer and moved away with her guy. We kept in touch, calls, emails and texts and we would arrange to meet for an occasional night out, sometimes just the two of us, sometimes with our partners. However the distance and life took its toll and we eventually drifted apart, the nights out would get cancelled at the last minute, emails and text messages would go unanswered.
We had known each other almost ten years but it would be over three years before I heard from Karen again.
It was the emergence of social media that got us back in touch. Karen sent me a friend invite on Facebook and we caught up with each other and our life stories. I was still living in the same town, in the same house, hitting my early thirties and with a string of bad career decisions and broken relationships behind me. From her page Karen seemed to have fared a lot better, she was clearly in a good job; she had a husband, nice house and was apparently living closer now. She explained in an early message that she had meant to get in touch sooner but had apparently lost my contact details and was not even sure I would still be living in the same place. I was really pleased to hear from her as my life had been crappy for a while.
We started to email and text each other at least once a week, usually just day to day comments; sometimes it would just be to have a bit of banter. Occasionally the banter would be flirty, it was never blatant just an innuendo or double entendre that would get lost in the rest of the conversation. It was kind of like old times but there was something else there, things had changed but I could not quite determine what had.
Boosted by the good feelings I was having at being back in touch with Karen I finally plucked up the courage to ask a colleague out on a date. Anne was in her late twenties, a brunette with a good figure and she was a power dresser, something that I always found extremely sexy. She was career minded and had risen to a senior position quickly, being a beautiful young woman this rubbed up a lot of people the wrong way and she had made more than a few enemies. I found her to be a nice person however, once you got past her serious exterior and we had been casually chatting over coffee in the kitchen for a few months.
To my delight Anne accepted my offer of a date and after another two we began seeing each other on a regular basis. Anne was quite controlling and she made it clear that she did not want to be tied down to a serious relationship. We kept it casual, basically we were fuck buddies, and the sex was fantastic which kept us coming back to each other. It was great seeing her during the day in her sexy business suits then fucking her on an evening as she kept part or all of them on. She would tease me with flashes of stockings or exaggerated leg crosses during meetings when only I was looking, often going commando to drive me wild.
We explored each other sexually, pushing our boundaries, experimenting and indulging each other's fetishes. Anne liked her feet being touched, toes sucked and licked. She loved cum, she would let me cum in her mouth almost every time we fucked, I hardly ever got to fill her pussy. She also had an exhibitionist side which I had kind of already discovered early on from her flashes at work but when we on dates sometimes she would bare herself in the most public of places. Anne also had a thing for sexting, dirty emails and she would send me sexy and dirty messages when I least expected them, when she knew I was in meetings, visiting parents or out with friends.
I managed to get to try anal for the first time with her and she entertained my stocking and CFNM fetish. On one occasion we fucked fully clothed at work in an empty meeting room over the table just after all the senior managers had left.
My life had turned around, I had been down a while but work was going well, I was getting regular sex with a hot woman and I was back in touch with my good friend Karen. Everything was good.
After a year of us starting our thing Anne was promoted to a higher position at work which meant she was constantly away on business trips out of the country for weeks at a time. She would make me promise to abstain from sex until she got back so that I was extra horny and had a nice load for her. We would sext, web chat and had developed a taste for phone sex, however neither activity beat actual fucking and I was always bursting to cum by the time she would get back from a trip.
It was during one of Anne's lengthy business trips that an accident started something that flipped my life upside down.
[Text to Anne] Only 4 more days babe. Have a present for you as soon as you come see me. xxx <smiley face>
[Text from Anne] Hmmm. Wonder what that can be. Is it a big present, will I like it?
[Reply to Anne] Yes and yes, you can put it in your mouth. <smiley face>
[Text from Anne] Is it a big box of chocolates?
[Reply to Anne] No.
[Text from Anne] Is it a cake?
[Reply to Anne] LOL No.
[Text from Anne] What is it, tell meeeee!
[Reply to Anne] It's my cock. x
[Text from Anne] LOL mmmmm xxx
[Text from Anne] I'm impatient I want it now. Please, pretty please...
[Reply to Anne] Wish I could babe. It's hard for you right now. x
[Text from Anne] Oooo is it?
[Reply to Anne] Yes. I'm stroking it thinking about fucking you...
[Text from Anne] Show it to me. Send me a pic of your hard cock.
[Reply to Anne] I can't send you a pic of that!
[Text from Anne] Please! Yes you can, pretty please for me xxx
[Reply to Anne] Hmmm OK I'll give you a preview. x
[Text from Anne] Mmmm yeah. Send me a pic. NOW.
[Text from Karen] Hey there, how's it going?
[Image Sent]
...
[Text from Karen] Erm I don't think that was for me lol <confused smiley>
...
I could feel the colour drain from my face; my heart was racing and my head reeling. I had just sent my oldest dearest friend a picture of my erect dick. I was desperately trying to think about what to say in my reply when my phone beeped startling me. Checking it I saw it was a repeat of the same message from Anne asking for her picture. I carefully sent it to her, checking several times that it was going to the correct recipient. Moments after the message was sent from my phone it beeped again.
[Text from Karen] <laughing smiley> Cannot believe you sent me that! I take it was a mistake! <boggle smiley>
After reading the message it calmed me a little, Karen was making light of the incident and the feeling of numb shock I had experienced quickly turned to embarrassment and I texted her a swift reply.
[Reply to Karen] I am so sorry!!!!
[Text from Karen] LOL who was it for?
[Reply to Karen] Just someone I'm seeing. Again so sorry!
[Text from Karen] <laughing smiley> <laughing smiley> <laughing smiley>
My heart beat returned to normal, I could feel the cold sweat on my body as my temp returned to normal from the burning heat of embarrassment. I realised I had a massive throbbing hard-on, not just from the week of abstinence, this stiffy was different; the idea that Karen had seen my cock had awakened something in me and it was raging.
My phone beeped.
[Text from Anne] Mmmm definitely something I can put in my mouth xxx
I read the message from Anne and I felt a little disappointed, I had hoped it was Karen, the idea of discussing with her about seeing my cock excited me in new ways. I tapped out my response to Anne.
[Reply to Anne] I cannot wait babe. x
[Text from Anne] Send me another; I want a pic of you stroking it mmmm
[Reply to Anne] Someone's a horny little thing tonight <laughing smiley>
[Text from Anne] After seeing what I've been missing yes I am x
[Reply to Anne] Well all you're getting is the preview; you have to wait a few days to see it again. xxx
I smiled to myself at how horny Anne was getting when my phone beeped twice in succession.
