Goodbye, friend zone
I don't even remember how long we've been friends. Long enough for me to have fallen in love with her and fallen out of love. It was too much fun with her to just stop talking after the rejection, so we became best friends—inside jokes only we understood, mutual friends. In short, everything like best friends. With one exception—she has a fucking sexy body, impossible not to look at, and impossible not to want. Crowds of admirers, late-night texts, everything as it should be. And me? I get jealousy, then healthy indifference and material for sarcastic jokes.
We're getting ready for a party, there's an hour left before we leave. I go to pick her up,
of course she hasn't even thought about getting ready. I knock on the door."Dammit, help me quick! I don't know what to wear!" — she's in a home t-shirt, pajama pants, a mess of black strands on her head. Sexy.
"A spacesuit as usual, what else?" — with the greatest indifference, I head straight for the fridge.
"Come oooon!" — she whined and pouted, — "I really don't know. At least tell me, dress glam or hip-hop style."
"With your duckface, either way it's glamorous, kitty," — I barely dodge a sharp towel snap.
"Okay, no help from you, some friend you are," — she turns and goes to her room. I follow her with a can of Coke.
The room is a purely masculine mess, a pizza box lying around, clothes of varying freshness everywhere, and even socks (who said girls are all neat freaks?).
"Sorry I didn't clean up, sit somewhere cleaner" — with a sly grin she hides behind the closet door and starts to change. Then she sticks her head out — and don't you dare peek!
"Oh, who needs you there anyway. Hurry up, we have 45 minutes left," — I sit in the chair in front of the computer and lazily sip my Coke. Skyrim is paused on the screen. Hmm.
"Hey, which is better, these jeans or this skirt?"
I didn't even bother to turn my head. I see two hands from behind the door shaking clothes.
"Wear the jeans, it's an open-air party, it'll be cool," — I'm a caring friend, all that.
"Yeah? Only if I can fit into them."
I close the game, see the browser is open. I check the history. Nothing too racy, it seems. VKontakte, VKontakte, VKontakte… So what's this? Aha. An 18+ group. Got it, you bitch, you're browsing porn. "Well, okay, everyone does it" — my philosophical thought is interrupted by a half-groan, half-roar of indignation from behind the closet door.
"What the hell!!!"
"What's wrong now?"
"They don't fit! What the fuck is this, look!" — she comes out from behind the closet door and I burst out laughing — the jeans are pulled up to her butt, and her cheeks are bulging over the waistband. The poor skinny jeans are almost cracking under the pressure of my girl-friend's full hips, and her juicy ass gives not the slightest chance to continue the dressing process.
"So what do I do now?"
"Should've done some sports, but you've got pizza and the computer all day."
"What the hell sports? I have a great figure, all the guys, blah blah blah" — I wasn't listening to her anymore because the sight of that ass had triggered the simplest natural arousal cycle. Neurons couldn't calm down, adrenaline was dutifully pumping into my heart, my dick slowly but surely began to show signs of life.
"Well, you want to wear jeans and go to the party to shake your ass, right?"
"I do…" — she answers more calmly now. — "But with this," — she pokes a finger at the smooth cheeks sticking out under her panties — "what do I do?"
"You should… maybe… get dressed," — I remark, purely in a friendly way.
"Yeah, right, haven't you seen a girl's ass before? I'm serious now. I didn't even think about this. Maybe you know some diets or ways, exercises, pills."
"Well… diets, yeah, vegetables and stuff," — I remember what the internet is full of, — "sports? Well, exercise… need to run…" — I see her face contorting with each of my words, — "… there's also massage," — bam, she perked up.
"Massage? And how does massage help?"
"Well, it's intense, helps, like, breaks down extra kilos."
"And do you know how to do it?" — not a hint of mockery on her face, and that scares me a little.
"Uhhh… well, I've seen it on the internet…"
"Do it for me, huh? Right now, maybe it'll help a little, I'll put the jeans on," — I'm stunned.
"How should I stand or lie or sit? Come on, we're short on time."
I try to be serious. I think, is she joking? I'll look like such an idiot now. But no, she seems serious, though who can figure out girls. My dick has been restless in my pants for a long time from this situation and is lazily pressed against my thigh like a sausage.
"Well, what, get on all fours in front of the bed" — I have a level 80 trollface on.
"Have you gone completely crazy?"
"Okay, I'm joking, take off your jeans already and lie on the bed on your stomach. Take them off, but slooowly"
"Ugh, you jerk!" — I watch her pull them off nervously, blush on her face, on her butt — striped panties with Pikachu. Adorable beyond belief. She lies down, legs spread apart. Her hips are already, damn, like a woman's, but she has funny socks on her feet. Above this whole symbiosis of girl and woman rises a delicious, plump, heart-shaped ass. I approach the bed and am afraid to sit down — I'll break my dick. I kneel at her feet and sit right on them in front of her ass. Something's about to happen.
"Well, what are you waiting for there? Suppressing an erection?" — she laughs. What a bitch.
"No. Disgust," — I immediately get a heel in my back.
"Jokes are jokes, but I'm a girl, you blockhead," — she got offended.
"Alright, alright, don't grumble, let me remember the technique, hold on."
"Yeah, yeah, our little technician."
I boldly grab her right buttock with my whole hand, and my fingers sink into the firm, soft flesh.
"Hey, mechanic, be careful.."
"That's how it's done, this isn't a relaxing massage"
I start kneading those buns, squeezing them, pressing them in every way, my own head is going "I have no idea what I'm doing", but damn, it feels good! I see her squirming a bit under my hands, probably hurts a little. I loosen my grip and run my hands a little over her back. I hear a soft moan.
"Feels good on the back, do more."
A wonderful picture of a red, full ass opens before me. Under my hands, it's like plasticine, hot, and my hands won't come off. I look higher — she's lying there, head turned, eyes closed, plump lips in a blissful smile.
"Are you falling asleep or what?"
"Nooo," — she answers without opening her eyes, — "you keep going"
Judging by the clock, the party is in 15 minutes, but nobody gives a damn — we're losing weight.
I continue the finger dance, massaging the inner thighs with my thumbs. I know it's very sensitive there, but she seems to like it. My head is already spinning with arousal. I have to adjust my dick with my hand, and now it's pointing up and pitifully asking for release. Though no, not pitifully. Look how tense it is.
"Is your AC working?"
"No, it's broken, they're supposed to fix it the day after tomorrow, why? Hot?"
"Yeah, fucking hell. Can I take my jeans off?"
"No, sit and sweat. Of course you can, damn it." — I'm shocked, didn't think it would work.
I stand up and in 2 seconds take off my jeans and socks. What the hell kind of socks in bed?
An awesome feeling of our bare legs touching, the touch of her hot, smooth thighs echoes with a pulse in my dick, which has already emerged from the tight briefs and is sticking out. But I ignore it. I'm a good friend.
"Listen, it's awkward for me to massage like this, let me pull your panties down a bit, huh?" — I've gotten completely brazen, she'll send me packing now.
"What else do you want? Do it like this."
"But what about the technique? In the video, there were no panties"
"Maybe you were watching porn, not massage courses? Do it like this or we're done."
Well, what did I expect? I sigh, primly adjust her panties, tugging at the edge to fish them out from between the buns of my buddy. There's a damp spot on the panties with that characteristic smell that's driven men crazy for thousands of years. What a minx. I can't keep my mouth shut.
"And what's this?"
"Where?" — playing dumb?
"Here! This spot?"
"What spot?"
"Alright, now we'll apply Chinese technique on you!"
"What other… ? Ow!!" — my palm smacks her beautiful and pre-beautiful ass with a backhand. — "Have you lost your mind? OW!! Damn it!!" — and again! Take that!
She's kicking under me, trying to break free. Now I'll show you how to tease and deceive me. I sink my fingers into that ass again, and with my thumbs start massaging the inner thighs, only now closer to the base. I feel the already swollen labia, and then one of my fingers slips into a burning, wet cave. I freeze in place. She under me does too, I hear a sob. Thought in my head: "Now I'm in trouble!" And there's not a tear on her face, only a pitiful expression and a powerful blush. I push my finger deeper.
"Aah! Wha-at… are you doing?" — a stupid question, but no time for that now — I'm giving a massage. Internal.
That's it, I can't hold back anymore, I rise up on my knees, pull down my briefs, and then…
My dick joyfully jumps out, already aimed like a Spartan spear where it needs to go, and at the speed of sound, I thrust my swollen head into the oozing vagina.
"And this is the Chinese weight-loss technique," — my brain simply couldn't produce anything dumber.
To her credit, I must say she reacted to this phrase with dignity — she started to cum.
I lay on top of her, and with my knees embraced her, placing my shins on her thighs (yeah, you have to think about that phrase). In short, I just started covering her like a young stallion. The wet, post-orgasmic vagina joyfully squeezed my dick, tired of enduring sweet torment. I pounded with the speed of a jackhammer, and my partner just sobbed and bit the blanket under her. I didn't let go of her ass, and I was happy. It's an incredible high — fucking the one you loved… or love? I kissed her sweet-smelling neck and rejoiced in every second of sweet copulation. My beloved patient was already just whimpering with pleasure and thrusting her juicy ass back at me, restlessly sliding her feet on the bed and sticking her fingers in her mouth, sucking them from excitement. God, it feels so good. My balls, swollen with sperm, pulled up to my scrotum, and the shaft hardened and was like steel.
"Kiss me… hear me?" — she whispered with a slight stutter from the thrusts.
We merged in a sweet, prolonged kiss, our tongues entwined, I simply reveled in this, because she, that very one, unattainable, both friend and beloved. It dawned on me that we're both still in t-shirts. That won't do. I grope under her t-shirt with my hands and find her hefty breasts flattened against the bed. Her nipples are tight and hard. I've never seen her breasts before, but I feel they're beautiful. I gently tease her aroused nipples, pinch them slightly, pull the areolas, and squeeze the firm breasts themselves. Something incredible is happening to my friend, her vagina tightens around my dick, her ass impales itself, the girl trembles under me and moans lengthily through the kiss. What sensitive breasts. Enough playing. Reluctantly, I peel my lips from hers without stopping the thrusts of my dick and rise above her body.
"Where are you going?" — she sighs.
"Where? Need to keep working on the technique," — I grab her by the ass and start simply impaling her on myself, the bed creaks under us and my thrusts throw my friend right onto my dick. If before she was just moaning, now she screamed.
"Well, do you feel yourself losing weight yet?"
"I feel… that I'm getting fucked stupid under your dick… are you trying to fuck me unconscious?" — these words worked like a detonator. I started fucking her with frenzy, but it didn't last long. My vision darkened, and a pleasant languor spread from below. I pulled out my dick and powerfully fountained right onto her t-shirt and her beloved, flushed ass. Semen flew in thick streams all the way to her head.
I caught my breath and surveyed my work. Before me lies the love of my life, covered in cum, with a red ass and a burgundy, oozing vagina, resting. My dick wasn't thinking of retiring, just deflated a bit and the head slightly covered with skin. I fell down next to her.
"What have you done, huh?"
"What have I done?" — playing dumb.
"Well, as far as I know, massage isn't done just once. We'll have to sign up for a course," — she smirks.
"It's not free," — gotta show off.
"I'll pay in kind," — and this bitch pulls her t-shirt off and lies down in an inviting pose. A wonder of nature appeared before my eyes. Actually, two. Beautiful third-size breasts. The nipples were what they call in the West "all-day suckers" — the kind that look like they've been sucked all day. I would do just that, given the chance. But I wasn't allowed to look at all this for long, because I wasn't the only one staring.
"My God! And… you… that… how… where from?" — she's already slithered like a snake between my legs and grabbed my fighter, who's starting to rise again. — "So veiny, and the head is kind of disproportionate. I like it. What a fool I am.