My Best Friend
My name is Eugene Blankenship. I am a security guard. I am an Incel, that is, I am an involuntarily celibate male. I am twenty-four years old and a virgin. I have above average intelligence, and my dick is above average size, yet I still have never been laid. My life consists mostly of work, surfing the internet, and running errands, such as going to the grocery store for individually packaged meals.
I found a website for young singles and found a picture of a young lady named Amanda. I sent her an e-mail, and she responded in only a few minutes, asking me a few questions about my life. I tried to make it sound exciting, but it was hard to make nighttime security work sound interesting. Her job on the other hand seemed far more interesting; she was a model; the best part was that she got to travel all over doing location shoots. She mentioned the possibility of visiting me when she had a shoot nearby. It didn't seem highly likely with her on the East Coast and me on the West Coast, but who knows.
We kept e-mailing back and forth for several months. I found that I could talk to her about anything. We even discussed religion and politics. Like me, she felt like our country was being ruined by foreigners. It seemed that foreigners from all over the world wanted to come here and take advantage of our welfare systems.
We talked about all sorts of things, including things I bought like ready-made meals. I felt like she was a part of my life, even when I bought underwear, I would talk to her about the different brands, and which brands she liked the best. She was like the best friend I had never had.
Finally, against all odds, she said she had a fashion shoot near where I lived, and she could come and visit me. She asked if she could stay at my place, because that way she could save her expense allowance. I couldn't believe it. It was too good to be true. A beautiful model staying two nights at my place. I was beginning to feel like she really was my best friend.
I planned to let her sleep in my bed, and I would sleep on my living area love seat. It would be a little cramped, but I so wanted her to be happy with her stay. I bought some upscale dinners, and plenty of juices, and even two bottles of wine, so that there would be a chance of my having whatever she wanted.
I drove the two hours to the airport and arrived an hour early. Her plane was about thirty minutes late, but it was worth the wait. She was even prettier than her pictures. Dressed in cut-offs and a T, her figure was amazing.
"Hi, Eugene," she greeted me nicely. She had a very sexy voice.
"Hi, Amanda," I greeted her, "I'm so glad to finally meet you."
It seemed she always hesitated a few seconds before replying, "It's good to finally see you, Eugene."
She told me she only had the one carry-on bag as luggage, so we headed straight for my car. Talking to her on the way to my place was just like on the internet, except that she seemed to always pause before answering. Still, I was very comfortable talking to her. The drive seemed to pass very fast. I set her up in my bedroom and told her I would be sleeping on my sofa.
Amanda told me, "Nonsense! It's only a love seat. You're my friend, aren't you? I know you'll behave yourself if we both sleep in your bed."
I smiled and said, "Of course I'm your friend, and I'll behave myself. Thank you for sharing." She was so easy to talk to. It seemed like we were old friends.
"What are you planning for dinner?" she asked.
"I can fix you an individual pre-cooked dinner, or we can go out; there's fast food, and also nicer restaurants nearby."
"When you say, pre-cooked dinner, you mean like a TV dinner, right?"
"Yes, but there are plenty of fast food and upscale restaurants only a few minutes away."
"I'll be happy with a TV dinner, watching TV with you on your love seat." I pulled four dinners from my freezer and showed them to her so she could choose. She made her selection.
"I have juice, wine, coffee, or tea for you to drink."
"Let's have wine. Any good movies on the TV?"
"There are a few, or I have a streaming service."
"Let's get the wine, get the dinners started, and then we can check out your streaming service," she suggested. I followed her plan. First, I served the wine. Then I sat beside her on the love seat. She relaxed and her thigh moved against mine. I was surprised and found it exciting.
The first movie to come up was a foreign language movie with subtitles, rated R for sexual content. I was surprised when she selected that; she asked if I agreed. Of course, I agreed.
I served the TV dinners and refreshed our wine glasses. Then we started the movie, while we were eating the dinners. When we finished, I threw the remains in the garbage. I refreshed the wine and sat back down. Somehow, her hand found its way, first, onto my thigh, and then barely touching my male member. I was embarrassed that it immediately got hard.
She looked directly into my eyes, "You're not going to be nice, are you?"
"I-I-I," I stuttered, "I was planning to be nice."
She covered my member with her hand, "I don't think so!"
She grabbed my shirt and pulled me toward her. She began kissing me, even sticking her tongue in my mouth. "Are you really going to be nice?", as she grasped my male member with her other hand.
"No, ma-am," I managed to squeak out.
