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."
I smiled, she had seen my packer a few times. Once when we were drunk and twice when she'd stolen my phone to analyze a sext. It was a rather large piece, but I knew how to wield it...at least that's what I'd been told.
"Fair enough," I offered.
The tension rose, but we didn't move. Natalie's grip on her beer bottle tightened a bit and I just stood there, unsure of what to do now that I'd agreed to fucking one of my best friends for fun.
I could feel my body responding to the promise of sex. Truthfully, it had been a while for me. I had got out of a toxic on-again, off-again relationship about six months prior and had only had one short fling right after that. I didn't know the last time Natalie had been in a relationship, but it was at least that long, if not longer.
She unfroze and took a swig of her beer, then spoke. "So..."
"So?"
"Did you...?"
"Um, now?"
Natalie set down her bottle and sat up higher. "Yeah, it's been months for me. Why wait longer?"
I laughed, "Well, uh, let me go pick up my bedroom really quick and, yeah sure, we can- can do that."
"No need to get all flustered. It's just homie head!" she shouted as I jogged to my bedroom. I knew my face was getting red and I didn't want Natalie to have one more reason to tease me. What I really wanted to do was shut her up, preferably with my tongue on her clit.
Shit. We were really going to do this. I prayed to whatever deity would listen that it wouldn't mess up our friendship as I picked up the piles of half-clean, half-dirty clothes off the floor and shoved them into my too-small closet. The door barely shut.
I scooped the blankets off the floor and tried to arrange them on the bed in a more "Devil may care" way and less of a "Rabid squirrels attacked in my sleep" way. I heard Natalie in the short hallway as I patted my pillow down into place.
"Rai, you didn't have to clean up for me," she strolled in laughing.
"I thought you wanted the real Rai experience?" I shot back.
She smiled as she crossed to my bed. "Oh, I do. At least part of it. I'm dying here." She flopped face-down onto my mattress and spread her body out like a starfish, then rolled over and eyed me.
I sat on the side of the bed with my feet planted on the floor. "Uh, now what?"
She looked around, a bit of her own nerves showing through. "Um, we do it?"
"'It', really?" I rolled my eyes, "Are we in high school?"
Natalie threw herself back down, blonde hair splayed across the center of my bed. "I don't know! I've never done this either!" she screeched into my mattress.
Seeing her lie facedown and groan in frustration knocked something loose in me. It was as if the friendship compartment in my brain opened a little gate and bled into the horny part. Yes, Natalie was still one of my closest friends, but she was also a smoking hot blonde, lying on my bed in tight sweats and asking to be fucked. Who was I to pass that up?
I flicked on the salt lamp next to my bed and strode over to the door to turn the light off. Natalie rolled over when she heard me move. I felt her eyes on me as I clicked off the overhead light and walked slowly back to the bed. My fingers moved over the comforter, slipping up to her ankles and grabbing one in each hand. Her breath caught.
"You will say 'Stop' or 'No' if something happens that you don't like. None of that kink shit here with this, okay?"
Her eyes were on fire. I could see the heat there and it was burning for me...or at least for what I could do for her. I was good with that.
I waited for her nod of agreement, then I yanked her to the end of the bed. She squealed as I moved her to me with one swift tug and hooked my hands on the waistband of her blue sweatpants. They came off in two quick pulls, her legs falling open for me to reveal simple, black boyshorts. I knelt in front of her and draped her smooth legs over my shoulders.
