My name is Joel Goodman and I'm writing about a recent visit to my friend Jenny's home across the country. Jenny and I are in our late 20s and met on an internet singles chat board. There's a distance factor involved as I live in New Jersey and she lives in Washington state. I don't remember what comment I made to her, but we started texting, e-mailing, talking on the phone, and over the past year struck up a great friendship. Our conversations over text, e-mail and the phone were about life in general, work, and relationships. There were also many occasions where we'd venture into some amazing phone sex.
Despite the friendship and what seemed to be a solid sexual connection we both knew things wouldn't work out for a relationship. We thought our differences with politics and religion would also be major stumbling blocks to a lasting relationship. In addition, I was in a long-distance relationship that wasn't going well; and she was attempting to date someone in New York City with her religious preferences. But he was married and said he'd leave his wife for her.
Jenny came out to New York City a couple of times over the year for week-long visits to see friends and meet with the guy. I go into the city to see her for a lunch date and some casual time together during those trips. We shared laughs, lunch and some making out that never progressed past hugging and tongue kissing. She's a few inches taller than me with short blonde hair, blue eyes, what I'm guessing are 38C breasts and a few extra pounds -- not fat, but the weight is noticeable.
I would never go out west to visit her because I was busy with work and trying to spend spare weekends visiting my girlfriend, despite the relationship being on the rocks. Then It happened, the girlfriend broke up with me.
"How would you like a weekend visitor next month?" I asked Jenny a day or two after the breakup while we were talking on the phone.
"Really?" she said excitedly. "What brought this on? I'd love it if you'd visit. But I need to ask, what do you expect to happen while you're out here?"
"Well," I began. "Rhonda broke up with me. For the visit, to save money I'd stay with you, hoping you have a spare couch or bedroom. What I expect to happen is the same thing that happens every time we see each other: laughs, hugs and kisses. I can hope that progresses into something more and we wind up having sex, but I'm not expecting it."
"I'm sorry to hear about the break-up," she said. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah," I replied. "As you know from our last few conversations, I was sort of expecting it."
"I know, but want to check on you," she replied.
"Thank you," I said. "So, getting back to the reason for my call, does the weekend of the 20th work for you?"
"That would be perfect," she said. "I have a three-day weekend from work. I'm also glad to hear you value our friendship and have no expectations of sex."
"I can fantasize and hope it happens, but I'm not expecting it to," I said.
"Good boy," she laughed.
Over the next few weeks we talked about plans for the trip.
The Friday of the trip finally arrived and six hours (and one plane change) later I finally arrived at the small airport closest to her.
To be comfortable on the plane I wore jeans and a Hawaiian shirt. Before getting off the plane I unbuttoned the top button to show a hint of chest hair. The red-headed flight attendant I had been talking to and flirting with gave me a wink and a smile telling me to have a good visit.
Since it was just a weekend, I only brought a carry-on bag to save the time and hassle of baggage claim. After walking through the terminal to get past security, Jenny greeted me with a big smile wearing a denim skirt and flannel short-sleeved shirt showing a hint of cleavage.
"Tease," I laughed before wrapping my arms around her and kissing her tenderly, sliding my tongue into her mouth. I couldn't resist and reached down to squeeze her ass and pull her pelvis against mine.
"Down boy," she laughed while slapping me on the chest.
After throwing my bag in the trunk we got in the car for what turned out to be an hour ride to her apartment and we talked.
"I'm glad to hear you had a good flight," she said after I told her about my day. "But I want to check again, what are your expectations for this weekend? "
"My expectation is that we'll share smiles, laughs, good food and some fully-dressed hugging and kissing," I said. "My hope is that will lead to clothes coming off and our having sex. As such, I've come prepared with some condoms. My fantasy is that we tear off each other's clothes the second we're inside and start a weekend of non-stop fucking. But the expectation is no sex, just two friends having fun."
"Why would you want ugly old me?" she asked.
"Number one, you're not ugly," I replied. "Number two, you're only four months older than me, so you're not old."
"You mean to tell me you travelled all this way with no expectation of sex?" she said.
"Yes," I replied. "I traveled to spend some time with a good friend, which will be good for the soul. The fact that she's attractive and gives great phone and is the subject of some fantasies are added bonuses."
"Whatever you say," she laughed.
Once we got inside her apartment we moved to the couch where some intense hugging and kissing ensued. Then we talked some more before heading out to dinner and a movie.
I tried to fall asleep on the couch but couldn't get comfortable and asked if I could join her in her queen-sized bed. She said yes, as long as I promised to stay on my own side, which I did.
After we woke up and greeted each other with a good morning kiss, she said she was going to take a shower.
"Want some company in there?" I joked.
"No!" she chided me.
She undressed in the bathroom so I wouldn't see her naked. While she was in the shower my mind started to wander about the fun we could be having in the shower together and started to stroke myself. With my eyes closed I was lost in the fantasy and didn't hear the water turn off or the bathroom door open.
"Joel!" she shouted at me wearing only a towel. "What are you doing?"
"Thinking of you," I replied nervously as I tried to cover up.
"Don't stop on my account," she said, "Please keep going."
"Only if you drop the towel and put on a similar show for me," I replied.
"You want to see me naked playing with myself?" she asked with a hint of tease in her voice.
"Yes," I replied. "We wouldn't be having sex, we would just be entertaining each other. If we added some dirty talk it could be like one of our phone calls, but with visuals."
"Could be fun," she chuckled and dropped the towel revealing her 38C breasts and blonde pussy.
She stood by the foot of the bed smiling at me.
"Just picture us in the shower together," she began the scene. "We're facing each other embraced in a kiss. You begin to massage my breasts while kissing my neck..."
With that she closed her eyes and started rubbing her breasts, rolling the nipples between her fingers.
"I lean in begin to kiss them," I said as I continued to slowly stroke my cock. "While I kiss them my hand wanders down your body and slowly starts to rub your pussy."
"Mmmmm" she moaned as she moved a hand down to start rubbing herself.
"You feel so good," she sighed. "I move my hand from your neck down to your cock and start to stroke it, slowly at first."
"Oooh yeah," I sighed as I continued to stroke.
"I slide a finger inside you and start to slide it in and out," I continued.
"Yes," she whispered as she slid a finger into her pussy and started to pump.
"I'm pulling on your cock harder now, whispering in your ear 'please fuck me,'" she panted.
I started to stroke my own cock harder and faster.
"I push you up against the wall and line myself up and enter you," I moan. "We're kissing passionately as my hands are squeezing your ass as I thrust."
"Oh my God! You feel so good!" she moaned as her fingers started to pump her pussy harder and faster.
"I'm getting close," she cried out. "Come with me, I want to see you shoot your cum."
"Almost there," I groaned as I started pumping my cock harder and faster.
"Please cum for me," she moaned.
"Oh God! I'm going to cum!" I groaned as I shot stream after stream of cum all over myself.
"Oh yes!" she cried as her body shook in orgasm and she leaned forward, nearly collapsing onto the bed.
"Looks like I'm the one that needs a shower now," I laughed as I stood up and walked toward her. "Has anyone ever told you how sexy you are when you orgasm?".
"No, because nobody's seen me orgasm like that before," she laughed. "I've never seen a guy cum that hard before is that normal?"
"Only with you," I winked as I went into the bathroom.
Jenny was already dressed when I got out, so I quickly got dressed and we enjoyed a nice breakfast before heading out for the day. She showed me around her small town and some of the nearby sights.
After dinner we settled in on the couch to watch a movie on Netflix.
It wasn't long before we were hugging and kissing. I moved a hand to cup her breast, but she quickly swatted it away.
"No, we can't," she said.
"After this morning, why not?" I asked.
"That was just voyeurism, not sex," she said. "I'm not sure I can go through with it and I don't want to feel like I'm cheating on Jack."
"Forgive me for saying this, but Jack's a jerk," I said. "He's been leading you on for months now, saying he's going to leave his wife and he hasn't."
"But his situation is complicated," Jenny said.
"If he truly loved and cared about you, it wouldn't be," I said.
"I know," she said. "But Joel, you and I are just friends. We decided that a relationship between the two of us wouldn't work. I don't want to be just a one-night stand."
"You wouldn't be," I responded. "We're more than friends, we care very deeply about each other, but we're not in a relationship. What would be wrong with letting the love and passion we have for each other out for a night or two? We could be friends with benefits."
"I guess I'm a little afraid that if we have sex, it will change our relationship and I don't want that to happen," she said.
"I'm a little insulted," I said with a chuckle.
"Why?" she asked.
"I thought our friendship was built on common interests, making each other laugh, and being supportive of each other," I said. "The phone sex and cybersex are just added benefits of our closeness, not what drives our relationship."
"I know," she said with a tear in her eye. "It's just that I'm afraid."
"Afraid of what?" I laughed. "Afraid the fantasy will be ruined if the sex isn't as good in real life as it is in our imaginations?"
"Yes," she sighed.
"Deep down I have that fear too," I said. "But I want you. I want to be with you. So if the sex isn't as good in reality, big deal, we still know how to use our words to get each other off."
"You're right," she laughed. "But I'm still nervous. It will have to happen when I'm ready, please don't pressure me. Let me make the first move."
"Whatever you want," I said as I ran my hand through her hair. "Now where were we?"
