Friends With Benefit - S01 E02
20-07-25 (05:37)
led to me becoming even better friends with Chioma
than I had been with Nneka. She was always a ton of
fun, despite her ADHD, and nowhere' near as
intimidating. Unlike with Nneka, I never even
considered making a move on Chioma.
Unexpectedly, our brief conversation over lunch soon
Sure, I admired the way she looked in the microscopic
clothes she always wore, but we got so comfortable
with each other so quickly that thoughts of dating
never even came up. Even when she finally broke
things off with that loser Musa, we just stayed the
course as friends.
The tighter I got with Chioma, the tighter I got with her
friends. And what friends they were…
Kike was a naturally beautiful tomboy with a lithe, lean
body. She was far more frank about her sexuality than
anyone else I knew. The first time Chioma introduced
me to Kike outside of school, she was wearing a t-shirt
with “YES THESE ARE MY BREASTS” printed across the
bust.
Kike was the biggest baddie I knew, but her real
passion was dancing. She poured every bit of herself
into her dancing, and all that effort had sculpted her
body into a thing of beauty. I saw a few of her recitals,
and she was incredible. There was a graceful, feline
sensuality to her movements.
But one thing kept her dreams of dancing professionally
in check. Well, two things, I guess. Apparently most
professional dancers don’t have Kike’s breasts. She
joked that nobody in the world would hire a C-cup
dancer, “Unless it’s on a pole.” I promised her that, if I
were ever to own a dancing company, I would ONLY
hire dancers with C-cups or bigger.
Then there was Zainab, who embodied classical movie
star glamour. Perfect soft, round face and big, piercing
eyes. She was feisty and flirty, and a bit neurotic about
her hair and makeup. Whenever we all went
somewhere', she would, without fail, be the last one
ready. Our school’s resident “drama club actress,”
Zainab had played the lead role in every school play
since she was a fresher, pissing off the older girls in
drama club to no end.
Ever since kindergarten, Zainab had been best friends
with Sandra. Like all great pairs, the two of them were
different in almost every way. While Zainab was only a
few inches shorter than I was, Sandra barely reached
5’2″. Zainab was dark in complexion, but Sandra had
very fair skin. Zainab loved the spotlight, Sandra was
shy as a mouse.
About the only thing they did have in common was
their bra size, 34DD — a running joke that tended to
make Sandra smile whenever it came up. While the
taller Zainab rocked her curves in groovy proportion to
the rest of her frame, on short little Sandra those boobs
looked positively humongous. As a lifelong “breast
man,” Sandra’s breasts made me practically drool, but
she was really self-conscious about them, choosing to
dress much more conservatively than her friends.
Despite being beautiful enough, Sandra’s quiet, good-girl
nature caused her to often be overlooked by guys more
interested in outgoing easy types like Chioma or Kike.
This lack of attention gave Sandra the ridiculous notion
that she was “the ugly one” in the group, something
that drove me insane. Aside from being a regular
feature in my sexual fantasies, she was the kindest,
sweetest, most thoughtful person I knew, and she had
no business being insecure.
Before that year, all of us had been in separate cliques,
but when we started hanging out together, things just
worked. We found that rare, perfect group dynamic.
Our differences made every conversation more
interesting. I always say that the longer a person
spends with people exactly the same as they are, the
dumber they become. It’s like inbreeding your
personality.
To my great surprise, I learned that, of my beautiful
new friends, only Kike and Chioma had any serious
sexual experience. Even professional cock-tease Nneka
had never gone further than letting a guy feel her up,
and Sandra had never even done that. My adolescent
assumptions about these gorgeous women with their
wild, wanton sex lives evaporated when I got to know
them all as a group of regular, cool people with the
same frustrations and anxieties about sex as every
teenager.
Pretty early into our friendship, Kike took it upon herself
to get me into shape, and I must say she made the
typically miserable task of exercising a lot of fun.
Running laps around the park actually became a treat
when I was running behind her, watching that
impossibly fine ass stretching her tight little shorts. Over
time, my body filled out with some nice, lean muscle
definition.
I asked all five girls to take me shopping so I could
replace my wardrobe. Instead of dropping the money
from my holiday job on video games, I saved up for
some decent clothes. After some female advice and a
few trips to the mall, I started to look like a grown
man.
As the only male in our group, the babes teased me
incessantly. But it was always good-natured and no
sane man would complain. Occasionally, however, the
line between platonic friendship and sexual curiosity
would blur ever so slightly.
Somehow, the stars had aligned to make all five girls
somehow single during those early months of our
friendship, so when I would be hanging out alone with
one of them there seemed no harm in us snuggling up
on the sofa to watch a movie, our hands gently
roaming each other’s bodies, always careful to avoid
direct contact with the naughty bits. It was pleasantly
arousing, but never overt enough that things felt weird
between me and the girls afterwards. Don't forget to leave a Comment 
