NOT Your Grandma's Book of Progressive Erotica: Vol 6

A Blast

Being the nice guy wasn't always easy. There would times when you get called an asshole and even sometimes a tease.

When my friend asked me to come over for a drink, I figured it would just be that – one. Low and behold, it turned into much more as she caught me up on what had happened between her and her ex boyfriend.

The guy was nice like me, but in the end he started acting shady and she found weird text messages in his phone. Under a name that seemed to belong to a guy, were messages that would lead someone to believe it was more than a friend. Turns out, the guy was actually a girl and he had been wanting to see this person for quite some time, but never had the balls to leave my friend. She ended up being the one to break things off with him and then he carried on his merry way.

"I thought he was going to be the one I married," she told me.

I listened as she continued on with her story about what they had done together for the past three years. We hadn't stayed in touch much during that period of time since she was seeing someone and so was I. Good friends who offer support when it is most needed will always be there though and that's how I found myself sitting across from her on her couch.

We had been taking shots for quite some time and soon found it was getting late. I didn't have to work in the morning and since I had been drinking she suggested that I just stay the night.

Sleeping in the same bed wasn't an issue until the booze kicked in and she found herself getting overly horny with me spooning her. I didn't have a hard-on poking her in the butt, but apparently that wasn't needed to get her in the mood. She grabbed my hand and told me to rub her pussy.

"I really wish you could fuck me," she whispered.

After being friends for over five years, I couldn't see us having sex. Rubbing her pussy though seemed to satisfy her for the most part, so I continued to do so in an effort to keep her mind off my cock that was still laying dormant in my boxers.

"Oh yeah, just like that," she moaned.

Clearly rubbing her clit was getting her off enough that I didn't have to give her a speech about ruining the friendship with sex. Her pussy was becoming super wet though and I found myself wanting to finger fuck her really badly to help her get off.

She turned over onto her back and then began to kiss me. It was awkward kissing her since she was so aggressive, but as long as we weren't having sex, I'd allow it in a drunk state.

Moving to my knees, she opened her legs for me and I pulled her panties off. I then stuck two of my fingers into her pussy and started to fuck her. It was so wet that after a while I slid a third finger inside her, then a fourth and eventually I found myself fucking her with my whole hand.

She moaned and then said, "You're gonna make me cum."

That was the whole idea after all, so I continued with what I was doing until she came and my hand was soaked with her fluids. As she relaxed on the bed, I went to the washroom to clean up.

When I returned she was fast asleep. Joining her, I crawled under the sheets, kissed her cheek good night and then fell asleep as well.