Author's Note: All characters over eighteen.
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Proxy never intended to develop such a slutty reputation amongst her friend group. By all rights it should never have come to that. She'd been rather shy and reserved. Inexperienced when it came to sex, and not even overly comfortable with much of the erotic materials one could find online.
She'd been raised to be modest and demure, she supposed. It wasn't who she wanted to be. Not all the time. She got such a thrill hearing the way her friends talked sometimes. Not that they got overly explicit, but even hints of their sexual activities here and there got her imagination running wild. She was ever so curious, and not at all confident about being able to sate any of that curiousity.
Proxy blamed the wine for her first major indiscretion, though truthfully she never regretted a second of it.
"It's Noah's birthday coming up," her best friend Riley complained. "He's going to want a blowjob."
Proxy giggled nervously and sipped more wine, trying not to seem too interested in the subject. She eyed Riley sidelong as they sat next to each other on Riley's couch.
"That's... not a big deal, is it?" Proxy hazarded.
"Not really," Riley agreed. "Honestly he's easy enough to please. I know I shouldn't fuss. It's just... I'm not a fan, I suppose. It's a lot of work that I don't get any pleasure out of. Just sore knees and an aching jaw," she added with a rueful snicker.
"Oh," Proxy said.
"I don't know. It can be fun, I guess?" Riley said. "I used to enjoy that kind of thing. It just feels like a chore now, not something that's going to lead to some fun sex, or at least me getting licked out in return."
Proxy's eyes widened and she looked away. "Couldn't you just, um, ask for that too?"
Riley twirled her hair around her finger. "Yeah. Lots of things I could do. I know that. I know I don't really need to complain about anything. I have it good. But... I miss the excitement. When I wanted to do things, and so did Noah. And it wasn't just favours we do for the other, you know? Like we really wanted to do stuff. I don't know if I need a break or to do something crazy and shake things up, or what."
"That sounds complicated," Proxy said, staring disconsolately at her wine glass. "I thought you and Noah were doing so good."
"We are, we are," Riley rushed to assure her friend. "I love him so much. I feel so safe and secure with him. That's a big part of why the lack of excitement hits me so hard, I think. I want stuff to still feel special, and it just doesn't a lot of the time."
"That sucks," Proxy sighed. "You're right, if I was ever going to give someone a blowjob, I'd want it to feel special and exciting too."
Proxy, being fairly tipsy, didn't register exactly what she'd admitted to until she caught Riley looking at her thoughtfully.
"Have you never?" Riley asked.
"What?"
"Have you never given a blowjob?"
Proxy blushed. "I mean... that's not weird, is it?"
"Not super weird. But unexpected, I think. I realize I've never asked you too much about what you get up to, or who you get up to it with." Riley bit her lip. "I might be a bad friend."
"No no no." Proxy shook her head. "You're great. I, uh, don't like to talk about that stuff too much because I never have anything interesting to say. I like listening more. Learning."
"Mmhm. I never had a sense you were bothered by sexual talk," Riley mused. "But it's fascinating to me that I never noticed your lack of input."
"I don't know," Proxy squirmed. "It's just... it's uncomfortable for me. I think I don't know how to relate to things. It's easier when it's through other people. Vicarious, kinda."
Riley nodded slowly. "Ok, so purely hypothetically, would you want to try giving a blowjob? No responsibilities, one time thing, safe environment, and all that."
"Hypothetically?" Proxy giggled shyly. "Yeah, I think so. But I don't know--"
"What about not hypothetically?"
Proxy's eyes widened to saucers. "What? Me? For real?"
"Yeah," Riley said. "Would you want to?"
"Who are we talking about?"
Riley gave a lopsided grin. "Who do you think?"
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Proxy couldn't believe she was going through with this. She'd had so many opportunities to back out, but she didn't want to. She was painfully curious, and this was finally a chance to try something in as safe a way as it could get. Minus the small risk to her and Riley's friendship, but she didn't feel like that was likely to be an issue. Worst case is some jealousy might flair up and they'd deal with it.
But sucking off Riley's boyfriend. That was an intense proposition, one that had Proxy all warm and squirmy and unsure of herself. But she needed to see if she could do it. Needed to know what it was like.
She had to suffer through a whole evening of celebration first. Just hanging out with friends and booze. Something that Proxy enjoyed most of the time. In this case, she had way too long to sit in proximity to Noah, stare at him surreptitiously, and wonder what it was going to feel like. Whether she could even go through with it.
Riley, the only other one present who knew what was on Proxy's mind, kept sharing these sneaky little smirks and winks with her. Alcohol only fueled her impishness, whereas it made Proxy even shyer and blushier. An awkward combo, in many respects.
Noah had no idea. Proxy could tell. He would have been flicking glances her way all night if he'd known. He wasn't a good enough actor to do otherwise.
"How you feeling?" Riley asked toward the end of the night, as guests were trickling out.
"I don't know," Proxy said. "Nervous?"
"Fair," Riley laughed. "I can still call it off if you want to."
Proxy bit her lip, hesitating.
"You still want to, don't you?" Riley grinned.
Proxy nodded.
"You're not too drunk, are you?" Riley asked. "I don't want to take advantage here."
"I... if anything, I'm not as drunk as I want to be," Proxy said.
"Haha, don't worry. It's not as scary as you're making it."
Easy for Riley to say, Proxy thought. But then she was probably right. This wasn't a scary thing. Not really. Probably.
Except that it was. As the house emptied, and it was just the three of them left, all in various states of intoxication, Proxy found she was terrified.
Terrified, yet anxious and thrilled. Was she actually getting wet? She hadn't done anything yet.
Noah, drunkest of the three of them, was cheerful after the evening of socializing, unaware that there was anything more devious afoot.
"Proxy staying the night?" he asked.
"Quite possibly," Riley said. "Actually, very probably, I suppose. But I asked her to hang around for something else before that."
"Oh?" Noah said, still blissfully oblivious.
"You know how you enjoy a birthday blowjob?" Riley asked, making Proxy blush furiously just by virtue of the question itself.
"Haha, yes, but don't worry if you're not feeling up to it," Noah said, kissing his wife on the cheek. "I know you haven't been fond of that kind of thing lately. And anyway, it was a lovely evening as it stands."
"Very thoughtful," Riley said. "But in this case... I've made other arrangements. It should be fun for everyone. Or at least interesting."
Proxy found it rather amusing the way she and Riley could watch the thought progression on Noah's face in real time. It was nearly amusing enough to make her forget about being embarrassed.
"Proxy? Are you... am I...."
Riley returned a kiss on her boyfriend's cheek. "Up to you, darling. The offer is there if you'd like to try it."
Proxy remained torn between finding Noah's reactions funny, and still being nervous about what he was going to say. He definitely was trying his best to figure out if this was a trick or a trap of some kind. And fair enough, really. But she hoped he'd say yes. She really, really--
"Yes," Noah said. "Please?"
Proxy swallowed hard. Well, there it was.
Riley had to take charge of Proxy and Noah both, at least for long enough to get them all to the bedroom.
Proxy was in a bit of a daze, letting herself move as needed, but not feeling fully in control of her own body. Almost like it was someone else setting her down on her knees in front of Noah. But it wasn't. It was just her. She was doing this.
Proxy clenched her hands into fists, restraining herself as best she could from vibrating nervously. She didn't know where to look while Noah was taking his pants off, though she knew where she wanted to look.
Even Riley seemed just a touch on edge at first. None of them really knew what to expect or feel here.
Everything got easier when Noah got his cock out. Or at least simpler. Proxy had something definite to focus on at that point.
She'd been worried it might be scary or intimidating right off the bat. He was only half-hard though, and appeared very approachable. She appreciated that.
"Get closer," Riley said.
Proxy nodded, startled into action. Right. She did, in fact, need to be close enough to touch him. And... and get her mouth in there.
Noah sat on the edge of the bed with no pants on. Proxy wiggled her way in between his legs.
Again feeling somehow separated from her own body, Proxy watched her hand reach out and delicately tap a finger against Noah's cock. It wasn't a scary thing, she decided. It was ok to touch him more than that. To even wrap her hand around him.
Proxy giggled nervously at the small moan Noah made. She held his penis in her fingers, feeling the softness and warmth of it. This wasn't scary at all. Just fun, if anything. Though he was getting bigger, and there was still a chance she'd hate the feeling of his full erection.
She didn't think she needed to worry about any of it. Not at this stage. This was so.. easy. Not the word she would have assumed in her previous inexperience. But there truly was so little to it. Just holding Noah's cock, feeling it grow, stroking it for him and making him whimper rather cutely. This she could do.
