This forum isn’t the most active but I was hoping for some feedback. I’d love any replies and comments. Or let me know if this thread for some reason doesn’t fit guidelines. Again these stories are all partially true but I’d be remiss to post them in the non fiction section as the juicy bits I’ve made up. Anyway onto the next one.
Story Two - The Favor
Trish and I had immersed ourselves in each others lives fairly quickly. Her friends became my friends and mine became hers. We settled into a core group we would spend a lot of time with during our college days. There were a few couples and a few solo guys and girls. My oldest friend since elementary school was Ben. He was sort of our life of the party. I always envied his ability to make everyone laugh. I realized there was more to envy one day when I saw him naked after a trip to the gym. I wasn’t trying to look but he was so nonchalant while changing. He must’ve been 5” flaccid making for a good 8” hard on. He wasn’t a bad looking guy. He was very tall. About 6’5”. Not traditionally handsome but good looking enough. I think his problem was lack of confidence. While he could command our group of friends and have us hooting with his jokes, he never had a girlfriend back then
With the advent of dating apps that changed years later and he’s now married. But back then he was always solo. If asked about it he’d say he wasn’t interested in dating or was focused on work or whatever. Trish had often suggested we set Ben up with someone but I always said he wouldn’t want that. There were times when he’d be around a single girl and he’d get quite awkward. Just couldn’t keep his usual confidence. I had told Trish about seeing his dick and that it was huge. She would sometimes bring it up in ways that gave me a tinge of jealousy but also a funny feeling in my stomach and crotch of arousal. A fantasy began to brew that I’d never considered before but have with every partner I’ve been with since. I wanted to see Trish fuck Ben. I never told her this. I made some jokes that were like dipping my toes in the water but never got any vibe that she would want to do it.
One night though we were not partying, just hanging out. He came over to my apartment and Trish was over as well. We watched a movie and ordered pizza and had some beers. That continued after the movie was over and the pizza was gone. We drank and listened to music and chatted into the early hours of the morning. As we went from buzzed to drunk Trish and Ben began having a conversation on their own regarding Ben’s love life, or lack thereof. I was becoming a third wheel to their emotional outpouring. I drifted in and out of the conversation while playing a video game on the tv. He was saying how when he’s gone on dates he feels uncomfortable and how girls just don’t find him attractive. Trish reassured him that wasn’t true. At one point she said “I find you very attractive” and my gut clinched up. There was that jealousy/arousal mix that was so hard to pinpoint.
As they continued he became very vulnerable. He confided he hadn’t had sex in a year and at this point wasn’t interested in one night stands but was concerned when he finally found someone he wouldn’t be able to perform adequately. He had had three partners and only one was a girl he dated and only for a few weeks so he had had sex precisely 8 times in his 20 year old life. Trish said it’s rare two people are sexually compatible out of the gate. That you grow to learn each others needs as you become more romantically intertwined. But she also encouraged him to instigate more casual sex encounters. Those one night stands would at least be good practice.
Eventually we went off to bed and left Ben on the couch with a blanket and pillow to sleep it off. In our room I started to kiss Trish and instigate some sex but she denied me. She was drunk and wasn’t up to it. Laying there we chatted a bit more about Ben. She expressed how much she pitied him. She said “we really gotta get him laid” I was horny and drunk and my filters were down so I said in a joking way but sort of meaning it “well you could go help him out with that now” she slapped my arm but she was smiling so I know I hadn’t offended her.
I said, “I mean, you’re the one who told him he needed casual encounters that in the end don’t mean anything.” She glared at me, “yeah but I wasn’t volunteering. Are you serious?” I thought a second. Was she really considering it or just wanting to know if I’d actually have her do it. I was at a crossroad. If I said yes she would either get really mad at me or she would actually do it and then I’d risk jealousy and regret. But again, I was quite drunk so I was feeling courageous. “Yeah, just give him a good fuck. It’s been over a year… poor guy”
She sat looking at me in the dim light of the lamps. She was pondering. Was she thinking what the hell was wrong with me or was she thinking about the pros and cons of doing it? She had just turned me down sexually but that was out of concern for Ben. Here was a way to help him out.
“Ok well, what exactly are we talking here?” I thought to myself “holy shit she’s thinking about it!” I became immediately hard. “I dunno he’s probably already asleep. Just go out there and get on the couch with him and go from there.”
We discussed logistics. And even talked ourselves out of it then back into it a few times. Eventually we settled on it and agreed the only rule was she wouldn’t kiss him. That seemed to be what made it more comfortable for both of us. This was just for fun for us and to help Ben out but kissing seemed too romantic.
Trish went to the bathroom and hopped in the shower to clean up. My heart was racing. She came back to the room in her robe and took it off. In the dimly lit room she looked beautiful. Her thick blonde hair and her wide feminine hips. Her puffy bald pussy lips and lovely large tits. Ben was gonna lose his mind. She asked what she should wear and I told her she was already wearing it. We agreed I’d listen from the bedroom but not watch or join in. Off she headed down the hall her thick rump swaying with her hesitant steps.
She disappeared around the corner and I heard Ben startle awake.
“Shhh. It’s just me.” She told him.
“Are you naked? What is this?”
“Shh. It’s fine. I just want to help you with your problem. Don’t worry. He’s fine with it. It was his idea”
There was a moment of silence. In my head I was picturing Ben pondering what to do. But then I heard him left out a deep breath and a moan. They weren’t quiet because of him thinking. It was because she was sucking his dick. He kept breathing deep.
“Mmm”. I heard Trish suddenly. “So big”
My heart jumped into my throat. I felt jealous but my dick was so engorged I wanted to jerk off. I didn’t though. I just stayed still listening. After a few minutes I heard the sound of a condom wrapper. At this I couldn’t bear it. I had to see. I snuck as quietly down the hall and stood at the edge in the dark. I saw her on her her knees in front of him and in the moonlight I saw his cock at full attention as she slid the condom over it. She then climbed on top of him and grabbed the base of his dick and slid herself onto it. “Oh my god” she whispered. He had his hands on her tits then moved them to her hips. She slowly slid up and down and whispered “fuck” every time she got all the way on it. She began to pick up speed and rocked her hips forward and back on his dick. Fully embracing him as she did. She tried to stifle her sounds but she couldn’t very well. She whimpered and convulsed into an orgasmic heap on top of him. She laid back and he entered her on top. Thrusting in and out. She moaned with each entry. After a few minutes he pulled out and she stroked his dick the end of the condom ballooned up with cum. He collapsed on her and they held each other. I tiptoed back to the bedroom and laid in the bed.
After a few minutes and some muffled quiet conversation I couldn’t make out she entered the room. She still looked amazing but even sexier. Her skin glistened with sweat. Not just hers. And her hair was a bit tussled. I couldn’t resist. I stood and went to get and embraced her. Her skin stuck to mine and it turned me on to feel the evidence of her getting a good fuck. I reached my fingers to her pussy to find it soaking wet. I then leaned her over the side of the bed and slid inside with zero effort. She felt different. So warm. So wet. A little swollen. The thought of the reason why made me explode after a couple minutes.
In the morning I awoke to find myself alone. I walked out to the kitchen to see Ben at the table and Trish cooking breakfast in her pajamas. She didn’t have a bra on and her tits were on display. For a second I thought to warn her to go cover up but realized how silly that was. He’d seen those tits not 7 hours ago. Probably even sucked on them.
We didn’t talk about it. Not that morning. Not ever again. Except that on his way out Ben said “thanks for letting me crash here. And thanks for… well yeah. Just thanks.”
Of course that’s just a fantasy for me to enjoy in my head. I did make the comment for her to help him but played it off like a joke. I still think the joke itself made her feel a certain way. I think she was curious about Ben’s big cock.
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