It really is true -- all women have a slutty friend -- at least one. I fought it at first, denying that I was 'her'. The reality is, I can now admit to myself and to you, that 'she' is me. I'm proud. I'll look somebody in the eye and tell them. I'll watch their libido rise immediately. It's who I am, and boy, did you enjoy it.
My breakup with Kyle was extended and painful. I took my time, had to get out of the house and stayed with my parents. Living with them at 33 wasn't ideal, and for those two months, I found I felt severely 'limited'. I needed my own space. Affording it wasn't on the cards until the sale of my old apartment went through.
That's where you and your lovely partner came in, Connor. I love her and I always have -- and after what she done for me -- always will. Without question, despite not knowing you too well, and her being an old friend, she offered me to stay in your guest room.
Initially, as you know, Connor, I was quiet and reserved. I was adamant I wanted to pay a fair amount of rent and not take advantage of a good gesture, albeit on one, simple condition.
Ashleigh: "You know how it is, woman to woman. I have needs that I couldn't accommodate living with my family. I've been sex starved for, like, 8-9 months."
Her: "Oh, sweetie, I know. I don't want that for any of my friends. Connor and I understand. Our sex life is still mega active, luckily, as I know couples who don't have that."
Ashleigh: "I always said Connor was a stud. I know I haven't been around for a while. When you guys met, I said he was for you right away."
Her: "I'm sexually satisfied nearly every day and I love it. I picked good."
Ashleigh: "Don't rub it in, haha! I love that though. But anyway, yeah... I... Have needs."
Her: "I wouldn't feel great with people I didn't know in my house, if I'm honest. Neither would Connor."
Ashleigh: "Oh, no, that's fine. I get that. I mean, if you see that I don't come home, that's why. Don't panic. I plan on making up for lost time."
Her: "Enough said. That's cool. Just text me that you're safe."
Ashleigh: "Deal."
Okay, so I have a confession to make. I fancied Connor. When I say fancy, I mean, this man could and SHOULD have me on my back, legs bent up in the air and my pussy filled with his cock. I'd heard from a mutual friend that she'd bragged about Connor's cock size.
I couldn't get these fantasies out of my head. Having a TV in the guest room made me comfortable with the fact that I was reaching for the vibrator regularly. A week in, I heard she and Connor having sex. The walls were literally shaking, and I sure hope their bedframe has a warranty on it! Fuck. Closing my eyes, all I could think about was the idea of 'sharing' Connor with her.
Now, I'm not referred to as a slutty friend for nothing. In context, I'm the type who gives head on the second date. I'll tease married men and wear no bra in public. You should see their (and their wives) faces when a pair of D-cups floats around without a care in the world. I've tried to seduce any male boss I've ever had. I could go on...
Hearing that Connor was downstairs, presumably finishing early at work, a daring move was made. I placed my headphones in, and with a baggy T-shirt that came halfway down my cheeks, I looked in the mirror and took a deep breath. The thing with huge cheeks, is that they swallow up my thong. Downstairs I went...
Having checked out the window, she'd gone to work. Just Connor and I at home -- perfect. I walked downstairs, without a care in the world and went towards the fridge. I knew that Connor was sat down as I could hear the TV on. I pretended to sing quietly, making him believe that I didn't know he was there.
I could feel, in the open plan lounge and kitchen, that his eyes, from the couch, must've glued to my ass. I wanted the dilemma of, "fuckkkk, is she even wearing underwear?" to fill his brain. I waited for around 30 seconds. I turned around, pretended to be embarrassed as Connor was standing up, looking he was taking his things upstairs.
Connor: "I'm sorry -- I didn't realise you were home!"
Ashleigh: "Omg. I'm sorry too, haha! I'm parading around in my panties."
Being braless, I noticed Connor was trying insanely hard to not look below my chin. Keep that eye contact, you well behaved stud. I exchanged quick small talk, all before heading upstairs. I sincerely hoped he used it as masturbation ammo, seeing my cheeks make their way upstairs.
On top of that, I purposely put my underwear to dry next to their clothes. Connor would know it's not hers, and that it's mine. I'd leave my bedroom door open, wondering if he'd peer in, with my vibrator on the bed and lube on my bedside table.
I wanted 'in', and I didn't know how to go about it. I'd dropped so many hints and remained sexually frustrated. She and Connor were in for the evening, and I said I was popping out on a date, joking that I wouldn't bring the guy home. Fast forward three hours later, and I was parked outside, along our quiet street.
Her: "She's outside in her car. Hey, Connor. I can see a guy with her. I hope she doesn't bring him in. We've spoken about this."
It was around 22:15. I knew they'd be in their bedroom. I sensed they were peeping through the curtains, much to my inner exhibitionist's delight.
Connor: "Omg, hey, they're kissing, haha. She's wanting some. Please don't bring him in here."
Her: "Omg. I wonder if he's good looking. She doesn't really have a 'type'."
Connor: "You can only really see the back of his head. That driver's seat POV is a bit blocked."
Her: "He just turned around! Omg, Ashleigh. He's not the best looking. She must be desperate."
Connor: "Is that whole 'slutty friend' thing really true? Like, do women genuinely get that sexually desperate."
Her: "I've never had a friend that's more sexual than her, trust me. She's harmless and great fun, but boy does she get what she wants with men. Sometimes, too easily."
Connor: "Omfg. No way! HIS PANTS ARE COMING DOWN!"
Her: "What the hell is she doing? OMG. Her hands are over his dick. You can literally see her jerking him off. In her car!?"
Connor: "This is insane. She really took it seriously with regards to not bringing him in. I don't know if we should cover our eyes or laugh."
Her: "Part of me wants to call her phone and freak her out. I don't think we should watch."
Connor: "Yeah, maybe not. But it's hard to look away isn't it. What crazy entertainment."
