Moving into a new apartment has always been hectic for me. You have to get movers, arrange your furniture, and lets not forget painting the place the way you want it to be painted. I've chosen three paints so far. I gotten red for the master bedroom, a lavender color for the master bathroom, a lovely blue for the guest bedroom. The living room was still undecided though. I called my friend Michael over to help me pick the best choice. He has been in my life ever since middle school. He was a middle school teacher now, as I was just a wedding planner for the small town we grew up in. We never went pass the friendship Line because I always assumed he was gay. I got our favorite smirnoff drinks to help make this a bit easier for us. Choosing the right paint can always be difficult.Just hope this won't be like watching it dry. Well, by now you know that I didn't just invite him over for helping me choose the right base. Then again he could help me choose the right base to start at with him. I know I said I thought he was gay, I do, but can't help a girl for being curious.
*DOORBELL RINGING*
"Heyyyyy, How have you been?" I ask him as I invite him in.
"Nothing just teaching the world, soo umm you having problems choosing a base paint for the livingroom. Huh?" he asks kindly .
"Yes I am. It is a fustrating job. I've been thinking bout it for a while now. I have no clue which base I want to choose first. Was wondering if you could help me seeing as you know all about this since you help your mom over the summers with her business?" I ask him.
"No prob!" he says quietly.
"Well?" I probe.
"Well What?" he questions.
"What base to start with?" I ask him.
"Ooh yeah, Sorry. You should start with the last base and work your way up." He suggests.
"Okay then , well hold on for a minute before we brainstorm. The drinks are in the refrigerator.
"Sure" he say quickly. I mean what is his problem. He doesn't usually act like this. I brush it off and go to my bedroom to freshen up so I can try to reach last base. I chose my dark blue lace lingerie with a dark blue robe. Some nice black stilletos and love spell perfume. I gather up my nerves before I walk back into the livingroom. I change the lighting in the living room to dim. Michael is sitting down as he turn towards my way trying to see what happened with the lights.
"What's this about Carol?" He asks me.
"Just thought I could help ease some of your tension for choosing a paint" I tell him sweetly.
"Carol? I'm honored really. You look astonishing too. Though, I'm umm.." he says letting it die down.
" Look Michael let us nit kid ourselves. I know you're not i to women. I just thought we could just help each other out." I tell him understandingly.
"Oh" is what he tells me.
By the looks of things he is not to gay because he is harder than metal at this point. I walk casually over to him and look into his eyes.
"It's okay. This will not change anything between us, we still will be friends at the end of the day. No feelings what so ever." I say to him.
He eyes me questioningly as I begin to unbuckle his belt. I slowly pull them down until I let them drop to the floor. I look down his soldier is already standing at attention so I don't have to pull him out.
" Is there anything you want us to just do, or is there anything off limits?" I ask him trying to be sure before I go any further.
"If it is okay with you, I just want some head because I have a boyfriend?" He asks me.
"Sure, anything for a friend." I agree.
Without hesistating I drop down to my knees and begin licking around his head. Then licking him up and down. Repeating the cycle over and over again. I cover his dick with my mouth, wrapping it all around his penis. I begin to go further down his dick, as he begins shoving more into my mouth. I gag, but I don't stop. I bob up and down his dick like a bobblehead. Tighten my jaws as I begin to move faster then slower. I go slow, fast, fast, slow, slow, fast, fast, and slow. He moans loudly into the empty space. He shoves himself more violently into my mouth. His whole penis is dow my throat. Tears begin to fall from my eyes as his dick bruises the back of my throat. My jaws stiffen as they lock. He shakes uncontrollably as he gushes out hot, salty liquid down the back of my throat. When I finish swallowing his seeds, I begin to cough. I stand as he zips his pants back up, I go into the bathroom to take some sore throat spray. The rest of the day we just drink and decided on what to paint the living room. We decided on white, how convenient. The next day he goes with me to buy it, and he helps me paint it. Afterwards, se have another friendly session as we let the wet paint dry.
The End
