Friction from a Friend

Babes

“It’s OK! It’s OK. I understand,” he said, putting his hands up for reassurance.

“No, it’s not! I can see it in your face! You’re disappointed!” she protested, tearing up as she spoke

Well, she had him there. Steve’s forehead always furrowed a certain way when he was disappointed. Even as he tried to lift her spirits, she could see that his spirits sinking lower.

“Come on, don’t reject me! We can go have sex! We can FUCK!” As Julie held her hands out, Steve stifled a chuckle. The way she said ‘fuck’ was as though she was ordering a foreign dish at a new restaurant. She offered sex as though it was the less desirable alternative to watching prime time TV. He knew she wanted to go and have sex. But unfortunately, it wasn’t going to happen. It just wasn’t the same for her.

Steve called it ‘the unfortunate result.’ That’s what he got when his hormone replacement therapy sent his libido through the roof while his wife’s laundry list of maladies and medications sent hers into the basement. Hypothyroid issues, menopause issues, depression issues, then antidepressant issues- take your pick. Her life was a blessing to him regardless. She had been his wife for some 27 years this coming August, and he would never ever leave her.

BUT.

‘The unfortunate result’ was that there was no sex- or at least, not enough good sex. She had the intellectual desire to have sex, as in she knew that was a vital facet of their relationship. But the mental seldom matched with the physical, so while the spirit was willing, the flesh often gets tired before he can finish. It used to make him very angry, but he slowly realized that she wasn’t deliberately offering up meager sex; she couldn’t help it. He would be fired up from the moment his eyes opened, whereas it took her a few days to gather up that much desire. They did have sex, but when they did, it was over far too quickly for what Steve had been expecting all day. Then when he’d ask for more the next day, the response would be ‘but we just had sex yesterday.’ That would be his answer for the next week or two. This was routine for her and excruciating for him.

Steve prided himself on being a faithful man. His father had been a philanderer. Good man, wife and 5 kids, paid his taxes, and he still stepped outside and nailed anything with a warm hole and a pulse. Steve never wanted to see Julie in as much pain as what his mother went through, so he remained faithful. No matter how long the dry spells last, he remained by her side.

BUT.

It had been 3 months of ‘sorry honey I can’t tonight’ or ‘oh no dear we have to stop.’ He hated to see her hurt- even if it meant he never got to cum, he never wanted to see his wife in pain. So, when he put his hands up, he was sincere.

Not that she believed him. “You’re just going to go jack off again!”

Steve chuckled again. “Julie, I told you. I’ve watched so much of that stuff, it’s boring. You KNOW it’s boring when you’re admiring the set dressing and not the people fucking on set.” He gestured at the fashionable new couch. “Why do you think I Amazoned that? I saw an Asian chick get railed by two BBCs on a couch just like that, and the takeaway was ‘nice couch.'”

“Was that on that site with the desperate amateurs you like so much?” she asked sarcastically.

“No… this couch was on Anal Angels. The chair came from that desperate site.” He gestured to an equally fashionable chair next to the window. “See? Perfect for reverse cowgirl… and scotch guarded.”

She smiled and chuckled despite herself. He knew he could always make her laugh. “Look, dear. I know nothing I say will make you feel better, so tell you what. I’ll go to Starbucks and get us some coffee and that Danish you like. What can I get you? Mocha frappe with extra whipped cream?” He raised his eyebrows suggestively. “You can spill it on my scotch guarded chair…”

Her giggles lit up the room. “Nah- just a flat white will be fine.”

Steve smiled. “OK. Be right back.” He grabbed his keys and made his way to the garage. As the door closed behind him, he let out a heavy sigh. Aside from his mother, this was the only other woman in the world who ever gave a damn about him. He loved her but come ON. Three months!? He got into his car and backed out of the driveway, laughing semi-angrily at his situation. The testosterone replacement therapy worked like a charm, so at 46 he had the sex drive of a 16-year-old who just discovered the internet. He had worked his way back from type-2 diabetes and gotten into good enough to have the other soccer moms wolf-whistle when he walked by. Also, once he lost his gut, he found another 2 inches of cock, bringing the total to 10 inches. He wasn’t a porn star… but he was confident that he could be. He had the equipment.

Porn stars, however, FUCK. At most, you’re a porn FAN. He laughed even harder as he made his way to Starbucks.

The line at the store was a boring place. People waiting to order their important sounding Italian coffee drinks didn’t make for much conversation. Steve Rus Escort knew this as he waited to order his drinks.

“Let me guess… she wants a flat white?” The sultry voice startled him. He turned around and saw Rebecca standing there, one eyebrow raised per her usual. Aside from the coffee, she was the brightest thing about going to Starbucks.

“Yup. Flat white. Look at that forehead.” There’s no two ways about it: Rebecca was fucking HOT. That black Starbucks shirt was a size too small, so it stretched over her big tits. And that apron just made him want to peak underneath. But he never crossed that line; Rebecca and Julie were college roomies and were still besties. She knew him almost as well as Julie did. Aside from his stupid pajama pillow fight fantasies, the farthest things ever got between them was some off-color jokes after a few drinks as far as he knew.

He tried to unfurrow his brow and hide his frustration. “I wish she’d never told you that- why is it you women talk about ME all the time? Isn’t there enough percolating around here?” He feigned laughter at his horrible pun.

She shrugged. “Hey, gossip is gossip, baby!” Rebecca looked him up and down once more. “Still no liftoff, eh?” He glared playfully at her. “Don’t look at me like that- you’re always so stiff when you haven’t had any for a while.” Ba doom boom, pssssh.

“Hehehehe…hehehe…you said… stiff.” Steve did his best Beavis and Butthead impression, but the word stiff danced into his mind. His cock gets stiff when he saw naked breasts… and Rebecca’s are right there beneath that tight shirt… what would it be like to reach under that apron and grope until he found that luscious nipple to lick… shit. SHIT.

Suddenly, Steve turned bright red and tugged his shirt front down. “Damnit,” he whispered.

“What?” Rebecca asked, concerned.

“This damn thing has a hair trigger now.”

“What do-WOW. That wasn’t there before.” Rebecca looked down and saw the growing bulge he tried to hide under his shirt. The way it pressed against his zipper made her think he was in quite a bit of pain. She stepped closer to shield his growing erection from the others waiting in line. “That happens all the time?!” Steve nodded ruefully. “Well… why don’t you go… you know!” she whispered, making the familiar ‘jack off’ motion with her hand. She was at work, so she was careful not to display their conversation to the lobby.

“Because it’s BORING!” Steve answered, a little louder than he should have in the Starbucks line. He lowered his voice to a whisper. “What am I, a high school freshman at band camp? No, I’m a married man with a hot wife but nothing’s happening. THIS” — he gestured at his aching crotch — “is a sign of starvation! If I smell someone’s perfume… if I see a cute woman… if the WIND blows…THIS!”

Rebecca raised an eyebrow and tilted her head. In her best ‘yeah, right’ voice, she crossed her arms, pressing those lovely breasts even tighter into her shirt and apron. “So, you’re telling me you never do that?”

Her perfume caressed his senses. He thought of her as she applied it to her neck… fresh out the shower, all hot and wet- SHIT. His cock got even harder. Steve stared at her angrily for a second, but then his face broke into a guilty smile.

Rebecca nodded triumphantly. “Uh-huh. I knew it.”

Steve shook his head. “OK. Yes. Fine. Sometimes this guy keeps me up at night. Julie’s OK with it- and the stuff I look at is all ethically sourced so don’t sic your activist friends on me!” he said the last bit rolling his eyes sarcastically. Rebecca chuckled, but Steve got steadily angrier. “It’s just so embarrassing. Having to do… that just so I can fall asleep? Embarrassing!”

Rebecca saw that Steve was genuinely angry about this. Steve realized it too and calmed down as the line moved forward. “I love Julie. You know this.”

“BUT…” Rebecca said, urging him to complete his though.

Steve sighed. “BUT come ON. Something’s got to give here! OK. OK. Ortho static hypotension. Ortho static hypotension…” He repeated that strange phrase again and again as the line moved forward again.

“Ok…” Rebecca said curiously, expecting him to faint. “I know what that is- you going to pass out now?”

“No. If I repeat the phrase orthostatic hypotension over and over again, it takes my brain away from the arousal and I can go back down.” Steve continued to whisper the phrase and sure enough, the bulge slowly went away.

“How long has this been going on? Jeez- how long has it been?” Rebecca asked, worried.

“What month is it?” Steve answered, trying not to sound sarcastic.

Rebecca shook her head. She thought about it, and then smirked. “No, we have got to fix that- Hey Max!” A tall busty women with a short green crew cut and way too many piercings turned around, eyebrows raised. “Get Steve his usual caramel macchiato with an extra shot of espresso, extra caramel, and extra sugar.” She grabbed Steve by the hand and Sincan Escort lead him to the back room. “Oh, and a flat white!”

“Got it!” Max hollered back, writing Steve’s name on the cup as the office door closed. Once it closed, she quietly locked the door. She turned to face Steve and took off her apron in one smooth motion.

“Alright- whip it out,” Rebecca said, hanging the apron on a nearby hook. She was as serious as a doctor asking you to turn your head and cough.

Steve was shocked. “WHAT!?”

“Your cock. Whip. It. Out.” She motioned her hand like a wheel signaling for him to hurry up.

Off his confused look, she offered, “Steve, I know all about Julie’s troubles. You’re a good man, BUT.” She pointed at his crotch “That isn’t healthy. You probably feel stressed beyond belief, right?”

Steve nodded, but quickly corrected himself. “No! No, I can hang. I can handle it.”

Rebecca shook her head at Steve. He was trying so hard to deny himself. Without any warning save for a mischievous smirk, she lifted her shirt and let her wonderful breasts drop out from her bra. Steve’s cock went from zero to rock hard in a matter of three seconds. He winced as it crashed into his zipper- but could not look away.

“Orthostatic hyperactive…shit… Orthopedic Speculum… no… orthodontic…”

“See? Look at you. You are so hungry your brain can’t even focus right now. Imagine if I did this.” She shook her tits from side to side, making them bounce and jiggle. God, they were lovely… his hand moved towards his crotch, but he stifled the movement, even though it seemed his cock would tear the seams on his trousers.

She put one finger on each nipple, and moved them around very slowly, narrowing her eyes and biting her lip as she did. Steve was in agony- but for the life of him he had forgotten how to blink.

“OK, look,” she said as she stopped jiggling and playing with her nipples. “Seriously. You’re a red-blooded heterosexual human male. You’re biologically designed for this. So that’s going to keep happening until you either die, move to a monastery somewhere in Mongolia… or just bust one off.” She made an exasperated motion with her arms that made those lovely tits bounce even more. He was going to draw blood if he denied his dick any longer…

He began to absently massage his throbbing cock through his pants. Although he was trying to soothe the pain of the imprint his zipper was leaving, he couldn’t help to think that his touch felt… rather good. Within a few seconds, his hand began to familiar stroking that he knew… but this was unlike anything he’d ever experienced.

“Yes, please. Go ahead. Let that guy out of there before you cut yourself!” She gestured at his dick with those lovely tits still out in the open air for everyone to see. “Come on then. Let’s see it.” She folded her arms again and waited, which propped her tits up so wonderfully. Both nipples were right there just begging to be sucked on.

Steve stared at them and licked his lips. Reluctantly yet hurriedly, he began to slide down his zipper. As he did, one thought invaded his mind: what would Julie say?!

As if she’d read his mind, she rolled her eyes quipped “You’re probably thinking about what Julie would say, right?” Steve stopped unzipping. “Oh for heaven’s sake. Can I just do this for you?”

“Er…uh… yeah?” Steve stammered. She rolled her eyes and quickly undid his belt buckle. As easily as one says, ‘flick of the wrist’, she undid his fly, moved her hand inside his trousers and exposed his rock-hard cock. She could see the red imprint of the zipper along his shaft as it sprang into view. “Wow… Julie’s been holding out on me.” She gave an approving nod.

Steve didn’t quite know what to do. His cock is out, there’s a pair of tits here, but his wife is nowhere in sight. Beads of sweat started to form on his head.

“Calm down. Look… back in college, whenever Julie used to get all hot and bothered, who do you think showed her how to get off? Never told you that, did she?” Steve’s jaw dropped. “Why ELSE would she be able to tell you exactly how she likes to be eaten out? Hmm? BECAUSE I’m the one who showed her what she likes.” Steve remembered Julie telling him exactly where to lick as though she’d had it done before. Now it made sense.

“Yes, yes, we had a few encounters… but it was always just two roommates helping each other out of a jam. She’d cum… and then she’d get back to studying. Same thing here. I know you love her but THIS GUY” — she reached down and fondled his rock-hard cock — “needs attention too.”

Oh, dear God it felt good to have someone touch it. Despite himself, Steve left out a slight groan of pleasure. Rebecca heard it, and the corner of her mouth rose into a smirk. “See? Look at how easy it is to make you feel better.” She slowly began to stroke up and down. Steve felt his stress melt away as Rebecca’s hand slid up and down his shaft. “I mean seriously… 2 hands. Look!” She then Sıhhiye Escort put both hands on his shaft and let the motion sweep over his entire cock. Normally he’d use lotion, but something about the way she held her hand was so smooth… he couldn’t help but close his eyes. “You’ve worked hard. You’re a good man. Let me help you. I’ll make you cum… then you’ll be able to get back to business as usual.”

“But… but…” he protested, trying to make the best use of whatever blood still left in his brain.

“But nothing. I don’t want you… you don’t want me. My girlfriend would laugh if she saw me here now fondling your cock. No offense, but the strap on Max uses is much bigger than this.”

“Max is your-“

“Yup. But she’s not here right now, is she?” Steve felt the last of his resistance slipping away. “This is nothing but me helping you solve a problem. Julie and I never even kissed. And the saying goes: if you don’t kiss-“

“You’re just borrowing friction from a friend. OK. OK. Do it. OK,” he whispered urgently. He felt like his dick would come apart like an overcooked hot dog.

Rebecca chuckled and said, “Finally. Hold still. I don’t think this is going to take very long.”

Without any further ado, she knelt in front of Steve and SLURP- his cock was in her warm, wet mouth. All the throbbing pain was replaced with warm pleasure. His head bumped against the wall as he left out a gasp of ecstasy. “Oh my God,” he whispered. She gripped the base of his cock and squeezed with her left hand as she moved her head up and down his shaft. She could feel his dick get even harder in her mouth as she began to bob up and down faster. Steve groaned a little too loud, and she reached up with her free hand and put a finger to his lips as if to say ‘ssssshhhh.’ She smiled… this was the last thing she thought she’d be doing today, but a friend in need…

Steve started rhythmically pumping his hips, which made Rebecca smile again. Now that she knew she had him going, she opened her throat and took all of him into her mouth. He could feel his cock going deeper and deeper down her throat… he thought he was going to pass out. She hardly even gagged as she deep throated him into the stratosphere. She took her free hand and began to massage his balls. With her other hand, she began moving up and down with the same rhythm as her mouth. He could hear her muffled effort with every ‘mmff’ as she bobbed up and down. Steve looked down and made eye contact with Rebecca. She met his gaze and with both hands began to play with her lovely tits. As she bobbed up and down, she squeezed them and rubbed her nipples, making sure to never break eye contact with Steve. His chest heaved as he tried to keep himself from expressing how good it felt to have her lick his shaft… Julie hadn’t done that in so long…

Steve could barely keep his eyes open. She put her lips just underneath the head of his cock and pressed down, letting her tongue flicker on it while she held it in her mouth. She exhaled with a satisfied ‘hmmmm’ as she swirled her tongue around his cock. Steve could feel himself building and building, and Rebecca instinctively knew he was about to shoot his load. She pulled away, abruptly stopping, squeezing way too hard for pleasure. The feeling stopped building abruptly.

Steve frowned. “What the fuck?!” he hissed, still reeling from the pleasure and wondering why it had stopped.

“Trust me.” Rebecca flashed an evil grin as spit on her hand and returned to her rhythmic up and down. “OK, you ready?” Steve nodded, confused. “Alright… try to be quiet.”

Rebecca then engulfed his cock once more, but this time with a decided purpose: She was going to make Steve cum. Her left hand stroked his balls as her right hand moved up and down the shaft, more forceful than before. And then she put that beautiful mouth of hers back to work, letting the warmth wash over his perception.

The feeling returned and quickly began to spiral out of control as it built… Steve reflexively slapped his hand onto his mouth. He knew what was about to happen. Still maintaining eye contact, she could see his question in his eyes. He was about to cum, and wanted to know if…

She smiled as she nodded and began to move even FASTER with her hands and mouth. She engulfed his dick to the point where his balls were bouncing on her bottom lip. The world faded away as Steve’s pleasure built… and built…

“MMMMMMMMM!!” Steve groaned as his cock exploded into her mouth. He closed his eyes and bit his hand to keep from making any more noise, but oh dear GOD it felt good to cum in her mouth. His cock spasmed so hard he could barely keep his feet underneath him. The world faded away… there was no Starbucks. There was no storeroom. There was only Rebecca sucking his cock into pleasurable oblivion… his world became a purple haze as his orgasm pulsed on and on.

Rebecca was pleased with her work, letting the pulsing cock release all its salty goodness into her mouth. *GULP* She swallowed what she could, but Steve came so much, it filled her up and began dribbling out the sides… down her chin… right onto those luscious tits still perched perfectly below him. She rubbed the white liquid onto her nipples like it was lotion, moaning slightly as she started moving slowly again. Then a little faster… a little faster…

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