Friends With Benefit - S01 E03
20-07-25 (05:37)
One time, this innocent snuggling led to me giving
Nneka a prolonged massage. I worked my hands up
her back until she asked, “Could you undo my bra? It
would feel better.”
I swallowed, throat tight. My hands were actually
shaking a little bit as I blindly reached beneath her shirt
and fumbled with the hooks. My awkward fumbling
must have been pretty obvious, because Nneka sat up
wearing a grin.
“Have you never taken a girl’s bra off before?” she
asked. I shrugged, wishing it could be anyone else in
the world having this conversation with me. Nneka
turned away from me, helpfully lifting up the back of
her tank top to reveal the heavy-duty strap beneath
her shoulder blades.
“Here, let me show you.” She demonstrated the clasp
for me a few times, then said, “Now you try.”
My mouth turned to cotton while I imitated what she
had done, unclasping the garment from her back.
Suddenly unsupported, her substantial breasts dropped
to their natural slope, and my eyes dropped with them.
Nneka cast aside the enormous bra and turned to me,
breasts the size of melon swaying braless, hidden
beneath her tank top. I wanted her so bad it hurt.
“There, now you’re an expert.”
My eyes were glued to the fabric tugging across her
curves. Nneka glanced down at her breasts, cocking her
head to the side. “Akin?” she asked coyly, “Why do you
like my boobs so much?”
“I don’t know,” I sighed, raising my gaze to her eyes,
“Why do you like teasing me so much?”
Nneka opened her mouth to say something smartass,
but the seriousness in my tone of voice must have
changed her mind. Instead, she lowered her voice to a
whisper and answered, “I don’t know. I guess because
I’m not really good at anything else. I’m not good at art,
I’m not good at sports, and my CGPA’s such a joke I
might not even graduate.”
Nneka was usually the most confident person I knew.
Even that small show of vulnerability couldn’t have
been easy for her. I brushed a hair from her eye and
pulled her close for a hug, saying, “You’re good at tons
of stuff. You’re funny, you’re friendly, and you’re really
easy to get along with. And yeah, you’re excruciatingly
sexy. Look, don’t worry about graduating! School is the
one thing that I’m really good at, and I’m not gonna let
you fail.”
Nneka hugged me back as tightly as she could, letting
out a deep sigh. “Sorry, I got all serious like that.”
“Anytime, Nneka, you’re my friend.”
“Is it cool if I keep teasing you?”
“Yes, Nneka, it’s very cool.”
She grinned, wicked as ever. “Good, then you can finish
my back rub!”
With that, she laid down on her stomach and hiked her
shirt all the way up to her neck, revealing a slender
back and a pair of magnificent breasts splashed out to
the sides of her body.
I believe I actually groaned at the sight.
As the school year progressed, I made a real effort to
prove myself wrong about my presumed zero per cent
chance with the opposite sex. I asked other girls in my
class out on dates, and a few of them even said yes.
That’s when I started experiencing some of the
downsides to hanging out with the hottest babes on
campus.
My handful of relationships never lasted more than a
couple of weeks. It was always the same story: no
matter how much I liked a girl, she just couldn’t get
over feeling intimidated by my bevvy of gorgeous
friends. Girls always got weird about my social circle
before I could even get past second base with them.
One truly awful girl broke things off with me on New
Year’s Eve, leaving me dateless when midnight rolled
around. It may sound silly, but I had never had a
chance to ring in the New Year with a kiss, and I had
been really looking forward to that milestone. My five
beautiful friends all tried to cheer me up by kissing me
after they had kissed their own dates, but it wasn’t the
same.
I wanted to be somebody’s first choice, not a charity
case.
The situation pissed me off, but deep down I could
understand. On some level, that girl was right to be
jealous. Even though I wasn’t romantically interested in
any of my five friends, I hardly ever fantasised about
anyone else.
It didn’t matter if I was dating another pretty girl, or if I
had just bought pornography—whenever I was in the
mood, I would inevitably picture myself with one or
more of my friends, pounding away while they
wrapped their supple legs around me—or better yet—
squeezed their massive breasts around my cock and tit-
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