Read the tags on this short, sexy romp before you start. Inspired by a friend of mine who has way too much imagination for their own good :)
xo Kate
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"That's not a real thing."
"Um, it tooootally is!"
I rubbed my hands over my face, scrubbing at the skin between my eyes as I squeezed them shut. I knew that when I opened them, she'd be looking at me. Those big, brown eyes all wide with false innocence and a knowing smile with its pronounced cupid's bow.
She was my temptress; my kryptonite. The Marilyn to my Kennedy...not that I fancied myself suave or handsome and not that she was some great lost love. I knew her far too well to actually fall in love. We had a high tension, teasing relationship. One she was apparently ready to escalate.
I peeked at her.
Damn. She'd also thrown her blonde hair over her shoulder and was tugging on the ends. She knew that got me. I loved blondes, especially her particular dishwater color.
I steeled myself against her attack. "What you are talking about is 'friends with benefits', that phrase is a joke."
"It's not!" She protested. "This is completely different! Friends with benefits still implies some level of expectation. Homie head is just to show off and relieve stress with no expectations or further relationship."
I shook my head, a piece of my short strands falling into my eyes. Her hand, with its beautiful blue acrylics, reached up to brush it away.
"That's gotta be something you read in erotica."
Her eyes darted to the left and she smiled, "Well, yeah that's where I first found it. Like a story of a bunch of butch's having a poker night. It was so fucking hot, Rai."
"I bet, but that shit doesn't happen in real life. No friend group gets together to 'exchange oral skills' like you're talking about."
"There are over 8 billion people on this planet. It's happened."
"I thought there were 7 billion?"
"Yeah, uh, people are born every minute."
"They die too."
She rolled her eyes.
"Natalie," I sighed. "How exactly would you propose to our entire, diverse friend group, that we should all get together and suck each other off?"
Natalie twirled her hair around her finger again and leaned back into my couch. "Not the whole group. I can't see Shawn going for anything like that...or Dee for that matter."
"Exactly."
"And I love Lance, but I don't wanna fuck him."
I grabbed my beer from the coffee table and sat back, "See? It sounds hot, sure, but it just wouldn't work with our group." I tossed my beer back, guzzling the cool, crisp lager.
"What about just you and me?"
The beer came out my nose.
"Jeeezus, Nat!" I coughed and hacked in a very unflattering way as she pounded on my back, apologizing.
The liquid burned and I felt like I could smell all those 'notes' people talked about when referring to beers as the last of the bubbles made it through my nostrils. I wiped my mouth and nose on my sleeve.
"Sorry, Rai," she said with a final pat. "I should've waited until you were done drinking."
I set my beer bottle back on the table and swiped a hand through my hair to brush it back off my brow. It was a bit sweaty. Getting up, I stepped over to the slider and popped it open. A cool breeze rushed in, smelling faintly of rain and wet soil. I took a deep breath of it.
"S'fine. But, like, I thought you were strictly the femme for femme kind of bi? I'm not exactly your type." I gestured to my masculine frame dressed in baggy jeans and a tight, black long-sleeved shirt that showed off the bulk in my biceps pretty well.
Natalie turned around to hang over the back of the couch, her elbows resting on the top cushions. "It's not about being each other's type. It's about getting off and feeling good." Her fingers wound together which caused her arms to push her tits in and up. Damn. She did that on purpose. "And I've always found you attractive, Rai. You're hot."
If she expected me to preen and cave at that statement...well, she knew me extremely well then. My ego was stroked.
I could feel my body heating up despite the open door. Her deep gaze was fixed on me and the beers we'd shared were floating my brain in that perfect buzzed state.
"Let me get this straight-"
"Gay, very gay, but go on."
I rolled my eyes, "Fine. You want us to give each other head for 'stress relief'," I put my fingers up in air quotes. "But not in a friends with benefits way. You just want me to lick your pussy until you cum, then go on with our lives and friendship like it didn't happen?"
Natalie stared at the space over my shoulder as her gaze unfocused for a second. I was afraid I'd taken it too far. We talked about sex and kinks with our friends occasionally when we were all hammered or sharing a joint, but this was different. It was just the two of us and we were barely buzzed. She cleared her throat and her eyes focused back on me. "Uh, yeah? I mean, I'm a little curious why these women keep coming back to you for more."
I pushed the slider closed and came back around the couch. "What do you mean?"
Natalie slumped back into the couch. "Well, every woman you've ever slept with has come back for a repeat performance. You've said yourself you've never had a one night stand, it's always been two or three times with the same woman." I shrugged and felt my face heating up. "Well, I'm woman enough to admit that I'm curious what skills you've got."
She was leveling those dark eyes at me, almost challenging me to call her out. Of course, I didn't.
"Just sex?"
"Just oral."
"One night?"
Natalie shrugged. "It doesn't have to only be once. You might fall in love and want to fuck me again," she said with a note of brat in her voice.
I laughed, "That's not gonna happen. I know you too well."
"Well, then how about some stress relief, babe?" She wiggled her eyebrows and picked up her beer bottle.
"Just oral?"
She took a swig while she thought, "You aren't fucking me with that hard packer if that's what you're asking."
