Friends With Benefit - S01 E04
20-07-25 (05:38)
I felt schizophrenic. One second we would be happily
bitching about homework or whatever, and the next
second I was trying to hide the erection that sprang up
whenever one of my girls stretched out and yawned. It
was humiliating.
The fact that I mainly hung out with girls also started a
rumour that I was gay, which made it even more
difficult to convince other chicks I wanted to date them.
By the time Valentine’s Day rolled around, I didn’t even
bother finding a date. Chioma and I were lazily
watching TV in her room, killing time for a few hours
before the Valentine’s party she was throwing. Then,
without warning, she suddenly got very anxious,
nervously fidgeting with the random stuff on her
nightstand. I asked her what was going on and she
hurriedly blurted out, “I’ve gotta go downstairs for a
second. Just stay here, okay?”
I crossed my heart and sat alone in that room for ten
long minutes, wondering what the hell was going on.
Unable to keep still, I got up and paced (a nervous
habit of mine), only to glance out the window, where' I
noticed that Chioma wasn’t alone in her driveway.
Which meant that all five girls were downstairs…
Suddenly, a hilarious song started blasting from outside
the room. The door swung open to reveal my
Valentine’s Day present: a parade of goddesses.
Kike entered first in a t-shirt about ten sizes too small
for her. It clung to her skin like paint, those sizeable
breasts tugging up the majority of the fabric to expose
her sexy, toned stomach. Below, she wore nothing but
a white pantties, which she showed off by sensuously
twirling around, slowly rocking the globes of her firm,
practically bare ass from side to side in front of my
shocked face. Damn. She really was a talented dancer.
Behind her was Chioma, dressed in a black lace corset
and frilly black underwear. Her breasts jutted out
proudly from within semi-transparent lace cups, hinting
at the darkness of her erect nipples. She raised her
knee and placed one black stiletto heel on my thigh,
holding my gaze with her incredible, hypnotic eyes.
Then she scratched her nails across her thighs, My
mouth hung open with desire. Chioma smirked at my
reaction, unable to stay in character for even a second
longer.
Zainab strode inside the room, dressed in pink bikini
bottoms and a matching pink top. The stretchy fabric
clung enticingly to her huge, braless boobs, which were
only half covered by the fabric.
There couldn’t have been more than a millimetre
between her exposed cleavage and the two perky
nipples denting the fabric of her top. She shook her
chest deliberately in time with the music, so I felt no
shame in openly staring at those epic, jiggling breasts.
Then, with a bit of timidity, Sandra followed her friends,
utterly sidelining me with the amount of skin she had
chosen to reveal for me. She was dressed as an angel–
white wings flaring out behind her. The only clothes on
her body were some frilly white panties and a
matching white bra holding her enormous bosom on
proud display.
Stunning as she was, the fact that shy Sandra trusted
me enough to do this was almost more gratifying than
the titillation of the whole fashion show. I held her eyes
with mine, letting my smile tell her that I thought she
was incredible.
I knew what was coming next, and I wasn’t
disappointed: Nneka sashayed into the room, the big
finale, dressed in a cave-girl bikini. The outfit was a
joke, to be sure, but it nonetheless revealed more of
Nneka’s unbelievable body than my eyes had ever seen
before.
She stalked slowly towards me with her long, smooth
legs. Her breasts were almost bare: mountains of soft
flesh swelled outwards in all directions, and an
impossible line of cleavage stared at me where' the
skimpy top squeezed those breasts together.
She leaned over me, her boobs swinging back and forth
from the movement. Nneka traced a finger down my
chest, scratching a bit with her fingernail. She must’ve
been able to feel my heart beating away like a drum.
An evil smile crossed her face, and she kissed me–full
on the lips. I was on fire, brain swimming with arousal.
She backed away, holding my gaze like a snake
charmer. Before I knew it, she was replaced with Kike,
who also kissed me, her lips tasting of sweet fruit.
Then came Chioma, who slipped me a bit of tongue
and left me with a wink. Zainab actually straddled my
lap and sat there with a smile, waiting for me to take
the initiative. I did, enjoying the lip gloss she had worn
for the occasion. Emboldened, I reached down and
gave her ass a playful squeeze–and she did the same
to me.
Then, at last, came Sandra, looking nervous about her
kiss. The other girls encouraged her, and she moved in
close—but stopped at the last second, staring at me
with those beautiful eyes. Reassuring, I gently wrapped
my arms around her and whispered in her ear, “It’s
okay if you don’t want to kiss me, you’ve already given
me a wonderful Valentine’s Day.”
Somehow, that made up her mind, and Sandra grabbed
hold of my face and furiously started frenching me. She
was wild, her kisses impatient and inexperienced, but
also incredibly passionate. Her enormous, bra-clad
breasts squashed against my chest, and she moaned
into my mouth.
It was by far the hottest moment of the day. After all
the visual stimulation of the last few minutes, the
surprise of Sandra’s passionate kissing practically
pushed me over the edge. Then, as suddenly as she
had started, she stopped. Pleased with herself, she
backed away from me, sighing, “Happy Valentine’s
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