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"What time is the bus?"
"Seven pm. See you at the terminal?"
"OK."
Sarah and I had this text conversation. Sarah is not my girlfriend. She is not just a friend either. She is my Friend With Benefits. Better understood as Fuck Buddy. We call it "Um-Friend."
We were friends from college and hung out a bit when we graduated, too. She's into finance, analyses returns or something. I have a family business in steel. Both of us have landed on our arses in relationships enough to know that it is kind of impossible to have something real and long term. Think of our relationship as helping a friend out with an orgasm. That's it.
Either way, we eventually decided on a FWB relationship. But, not exactly fuck buddies. This is because we don't fuck. Sarah is a virgin, and given our age - we're both 22 - is more than a statistical anomaly. I had a problem with that, initially, but whatever I lacked in sex, she made up in blowjobs. The woman deserves a PhD in blowjobs. So, oral sex was basically the cusp of our relationship, so to speak.
We had a weekend off and were headed out of town to a little hill station near Mumbai called Lonavala. It's basically a bunch of hills with a lot of houses and quickly disappearing trees. It's bit cooler than Mumbai and has some decent hotels that allow couples a bit of shut-eye, and the couples in Mumbai showered them with business.
We got there late, around 10 pm, and were worried that the hotel had given our room away to another horny couple. Thankfully, they hadn't. I quietly signed my name on to the register while Sarah looked on.
"Will you and your.. um..." the front desk guy began.
"The lady and I would like our keys, thank you," I said confidently. I had no intention of explaining or justifying my relation with Sarah.
"Yes," he said, handing the key over. The hotel staff seemed to stare at us as we went to the room.
This is probably because Sarah and I don't exactly look like a couple. In a couple, people stand unnecessarily close to each other. They call each other by disgusting baby names and then go fuck each other's brains out. It is so weird, on so many levels.
Moreover, Sarah and I don't exactly look similar. Sarah is hot in my opinion, mind you; she's about 5'4, fair, with dark hair to her shoulders, cute black eyes, and a pleasant face.
Apart from that, she has huge tits- D cups, I think - the kind that make you want to beg to put them into your mouth. She has a nice round butt, and totally loves being spanked. And although she's a little bit overweight and fusses about it, she's pleasing to the eye. But compared to me, she's a bit small.
I'm around 6'2, with short black hair and fair skin, a hairy chest broad shoulders and generally give off the fact that most of my ancestry was of Persian origin. Thanks to work, I have put on a little bit of weight, but hey, an adolescence spent in a boxing gym stays with you till your dying day.
We found our room and crashed on to the bed. Both of us had had long weeks at work, and were tired.
"Room service?" I asked.
"Yes please."
"It'll take half an hour, you know," I reminded her.
"What can we possibly do for the next half hour?" she asked, sarcastically. I quickly ordered the food as Sarah pulled off her shirt and bra and unhooked my trousers and pulled them down. My cock was nearly at full attention when she pulled my briefs down and began sucking on it. I tried hard to order without moaning, and hung up.
Sarah sucked me deep, and I knew I'd come too soon if she kept going. Pushing her off, I struggled and got on top of her and began to kiss her. She responded enthusiastically, as I sucked on her tits - one of the best parts of her - and helped me unzip her skirt and pull it off.
Sarah is very hygienic, and as I pulled off her panties I thanked heavens for that. Her pussy was always trimmed, if not shaven, and smelled nice. For our weekend, she had shaved, something which made me more than happy.
I breathed on to her warm moist cunt as she groaned and used her hand to pull my head closer.
I licked tentatively around her pussy and gradually zeroed in on her clit, stimulating her into a craze.
I reached up and played with her boobs as she moaned out, louder and louder. I knew she was close.
Finally, adding my finger into the fray, I slowly fingered her cunt as I licked her clit. Her gasps got more and more frequent, and I inserted a finger into her cunt, moving it in and out, very slowly, and then faster, until she came very hard, nearly screaming.
I slowly stood up to check if the room service guy had arrived, and he hadn't. When I turned around, Sarah was there. She kissed me and slowly sank to her knees, and blew my mind away.
I moaned, trying to keep it low, but not really doing a good job. As I stood with my back to the cupboard, Sarah deep throated me while massaging my balls with her hands.
I gasped. It had to happen. I came. Hard. Into her mouth.
Sarah sportingly took it into her mouth and swallowed. You had to love this girl.
I stood, covered in sweat, and looked at her. She smiled, and pulled my shirt on, and slid into a pair of shorts that she had taken from her bag.
I pulled up my pants and stumbled to the bed.
The room service guy showed up and quickly laid out our food and left, trying not to look at Sarah's cleavage. I looked at him sternly and he left.
We sat down to eat.
"That was good," I said quietly.
"I know. I haven't gotten a release in days."
"I was actually talking about you doing me. Thanks."
"I was wondering about something.
"Yes, love?" I asked
"Well, sweetheart, I was wondering about sex."
"What about it?"
"I was wondering what it feels like."
"In my opinion, it feels good."
"Of course it does. I go wild when you finger me."
"Thank you. I thought I was good at giving head."
"You are. But I want more, you know. Just a finger and I go wild. When you dry hump me, I love it. But I was wondering what the real thing feels like."
"When we started making out, you told me that sex was off limits because you wanted it to be special."
"I do. But hey, it's hard to find a guy who will ever 'deserve' it. Besides, I'm 22, you know. I am tired of thinking about it."
"You want me to help you out with that?"
"No. Yes. I don't know."
"What?"
"I don't know. I want it really bad. But then, I want it to be special."
"I don't understand."
"Look, just because I am doing it with you, and you're not my boyfriend, doesn't mean it makes it less important for me. I am a virgin you know."
"So, you want to bleed and all that?"
"Don't kid yourself. I was an athlete in school. My hymen is a distant memory. I meant that it has to be special."
"Romantic?"
"Yes."
"I'm not really good at that." "Tragedy of life, right?" Sarah said, finishing her meal.
"You know what makes the tragedy bearable?" I asked, slowly following her.
"What?"
"This," I said, kissing her. She broke the kiss and ran to the bed and I followed her, where I ate her out for all I was worth.
Half an hour later, when we were slowly drifting off to sleep, I nudged Sarah.
"Hey, you want it romantic, right?"
"Yeah. Let me sleep."
"What if I do that."
"We both know you suck at romantic. Your last girlfriend bitched about that to me all the fucking time."
"Yeah, but, what if I try?"
"I won't stop you. Now let me sleep."
Sarah isn't exactly the most helpful and feminine of women, but she's my friend, and we do make out a lot.
I had an idea.
Due to my daily regimen, I woke up at seven am and cursed myself. Getting out of bed, I formulated a plan in my head.
