This is a true story. If you choose to believe it, fine; if not, that's fine, too. All details are accurate as far as I can remember them, though names may have been changed to protect identities.
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"Hey, buddy, what time you coming up on Friday?" Matt said as soon as I answered the phone.
"Hmm?" I said, momentarily confused. "Oh, right, Friday. You caught me off guard. After work, I guess; between six and six-thirty." My birthday was coming up Friday, and two of my best friends, Matt and his live-in girlfriend, Robin, had invited me to spend the weekend with them. Though we're very close friendship-wise, we're not very close distance-wise. We became friends around ten years before when we both lived in the same city and worked for the same company, but life circumstances being what they are over the years, we now live about three hours apart. Fortunately, three hours is not that far, and we still see each other at least once a month and thus it has not been enough to spoil our friendship.
"That's perfect. Robin's going to cook dinner for you and she wanted me to find out what time you'll be here." As if on cue, Robin picked up the second phone at their place to join the conversation.
"One other thing," she said, after we exchanged hellos, "what do you want for your birthday? Gift-wise, I mean."
"Nothing!" I said, laughing. "You guys don't have to get me anything. Dinner and hanging around for the weekend is more than enough."
"Don't argue with me," Robin giggled. "Come on. We have to get you something. I insist. Now tell us what you'd like. Give us a couple of options, so it will be a surprise."
I thought for a second. "Robin, I honestly can't think of anything I want or need. Really. Well, except for a blowjob, maybe. I could always use that," I said in jest, knowing that neither Matt or Robin would be offended, or take me seriously, for that matter. To say Robin was a flirt would be putting it mildly, and during the almost ten years the three of us had been friends, her flirting and Matt and I teasing and egging her on was the rule rather than the exception. It had never meant anything and as far as any of us knew at the time, never would mean anything.
That's not to say I never fantasized; Robin is a tall, hard-bodied woman with long, oh-so-shapely legs (which, after the pussy, are my favorite features on a woman) and naturally red hair, almost orange hair. I still consider her the second sexiest woman I know, second only to my own beautiful wife. Considering that at the time I was on a "losing streak" of sorts, having no girlfriend and no sex for at least a year, Robin was the basis for many a masturbation fantasy. Whether she knew or suspected that, I don't know, but she never did anything that would even remotely discourage such fantasies. She knew I liked her legs and being the flirt that she was frequently dressed in a way that highlighted her legs. I suppose the only reason I never tried to make a move is because Matt was (and is) probably my best friend and Robin is in the top five. No pussy is worth a guy's best friend.
"Look, just surprise me, okay?" I said, laughing. "If you insist on getting me something, just surprise me and whatever it is, I know I'll like it."
"Okay," Robin said. I could almost hear her grin over the phone. "So, what time will you be up Friday?" she asked, not being privy to my answer earlier.
"I'm going to leave work an hour early, so call it between six and six thirty. If anything changes, I'll let you know."
"Okay. I'll have dinner ready about seven in case you get held up by traffic." Then we said our goodbyes and hung up.
The rest of the week was busy with work, leaving me little time to think about my birthday or my friends. Whatever it was they were planning for me I would find out soon enough. Dwelling on it would only make the days seem longer.
When Friday arrived, I showered, threw a few things in the trunk of my car, and headed off to work. I worked through lunch, grabbing a quick bite at my desk, explaining that I was leaving early to get on the road as soon as possible.
I got to my friends' apartment a few minutes after six. Matt and Robin both greeted me and Matt ushered me off to the living room. Robin does not like company in the kitchen while she's cooking, so Matt and I spent the time relaxing and chatting until dinner was ready an hour later.
"Come and get it!" Robin called.
I turned around to walk to the table and nearly tripped over my jaw. Robin was standing facing away from me, on the side of the table closer to me, bent over, setting plates on the table. Bent over as she was, the bottom of her skirt just barely covered her ass, hanging perhaps a half an inch below the crease where her ass met her legs. Below that, her gorgeous, long legs trailed down, ending with her feet in a pair of strappy sandals. It was not what she was wearing an hour ago when I arrived, having changed, presumably, in the kitchen while finishing dinner.
She stayed bent over like that for only maybe two seconds, but it was still long enough for me to get a good view. After she straightened, she looked over her shoulder at me and smiled. I don't know if she had caught me staring or not, but if she had apparently she didn't mind.
We sat down to dinner. Matt insisted I sit at the head of the table as the guest of honor, with him on my right and Robin on my left. When Robin sat down, I noticed that while she was wearing the same white blouse as earlier, she had undone the top two or three buttons, giving me a tantalizing view of her chest. Robin is not particularly well-endowed, with teacup-sized B-cup breasts, but she is happy with what she has and that's good enough for me. As I said, I'm more of a leg-man.
