Friends With Benefit - S01 E06
20-07-25 (05:39)
She had bought a pair of nursing uniform , and kept a
straight face walking into the hospital–which was
apparently all it took to make it past security.
“Wow,” I stammered, “You really are a good actor.”
She smirked at the compliment (Zainab always had a
bit of an ego) and quietly slipped under the covers with
me, snuggling up nice and close. It wasn’t the first time
she and I had laid down together, but the fact that she
was going so out of her way to be close to me this
time made our snuggling a bit more intimate.
Sure, she was wearing a nurse’s costume, but I still
enjoyed the feel of her warm body stretched out
against mine. And I was just wearing that damn
hospital gown under the covers, allowing Zainab to
tenderly trail her fingers up my bare leg.
A week in the hospital also meant a week without
jacking off or any kind of sexual relief, and her tender
touch on my thigh was all it took to get my young
penis throbbing hard. Her lips brushed my ear: “You
know I feel really bad about what happened. We all
do. If we had been there, we would have backed you
up. Helped even the odds, six on five.”
I slid my hand up from her hip, beneath the uniform,
caressing her bare back. Looking her in the eyes, my
words just slipped out:
“I love you guys.”
Zainab stiffened a bit at that, so I quickly clarified, “I
don’t mean, like, romantically. Honest truth is I don’t
exactly have, like, ‘a crush’ on any of you.”
She let out a little sigh, somewhere' between relieved
and disappointed. “You know,” she said, “We
sometimes wonder about that amongst ourselves. Like,
‘Is he head-over-heels for one of us and he’s just too
scared to admit it?’ We feel bad about teasing you
sometimes, worrying it might be hurting your feelings if
you really were in love with one of us. We don’t mean
to lead you on or anything, it’s just fun seeing your
reactions.”
“No, I’ve never felt like that,” I assured her. “You’re all
just my friends, and I like that you’re all just my friends.
I don’t know if I’ve ever gotten along so well with
anybody. But I am a guy, and you are all so
unbelievably gorgeous, it can get confusing. At least for
certain parts of me.”
Zainab laughed out loud, quickly cupping a hand over
her mouth to block the sound, not wanting to give
away her presence to any passing hospital staff.
“Does that make sense?” I asked.
“That actually makes a lot of sense,” she answered,
“You’ve really cleaned yourself up in the past year and
sometimes I look at you and I can’t help but have, you
know, certain… thoughts.”
She snuggled up even tighter against me, head nuzzled
to my shoulder, and her hand continuing to drift absent-
mindedly up and down my bare thigh. From this
position, my mouth was less than an inch from her
neck, and my breath made her shiver. “What kind of
thoughts?” I asked.
“Just, you know, like rolling around with you on a big
bed without any clothes on. Stuff like that. It’s like you
said, I don’t like you as a boyfriend or anything. I’ve had
crushes on plenty of guys, that’s not what I mean. I
don’t want you to freak out or anything. It’s just
confusing sometimes, like you said.”
I gave her neck a gentle little kiss, and she closed her
eyes, clearly a bit nervous to be discussing this with
me. Her hand slid up a daring few inches, grazing the
bottom edge of my bare ass. I’m sure she could feel my
erection in her hip. “Do you have those thoughts about
me?” she asked.
I slid my hand down and full-on squeezed her ass,
prompting a smile. She still didn’t open her eyes. “Of
course, Zainab. All the time. It drives me crazy.” I
playfully nibbled the skin of her neck, which forced her
to gasp.
“What about the other girls? Do you have those
thoughts about them, too?”
“What do you think?” I nibbled her ear.
“Mmmm… I think you fantasize about having a big
porno orgy with all of us at the same time.”
“Sometimes,” I answered, “But the truth is, more often
than not, I fantasize about being with you girls one-on-
one. I admit I get totally turned on by everyone–
Chioma, Kike, Nneka, Sandra, YOU- ”
I groped her ass again, pulling her against my erection
for emphasis. Zainab sighed in pleasure.
I continued, “But most of my dreams are of hot,
intimate sex between two people. I’ve never had even
that, so I wouldn’t even know where' to start with a six-
some.”
“Me too,” she whispered. “I don’t want to lose my
virginity to just some guy I don’t even care about, but I
get so horny I can’t stand it sometimes. I don’t know if I
can wait for Mr Perfect. I mean, I’ve never even
touched a real penis before.”
Unconsciously, she was dry humping me beneath the
covers. It was starting to get difficult for my brain to
censor the inner monologue. “God, I wanna fuck you so
bad right now, Zainab. Is that weird?”
Her eyes shot open at my boldness. But she didn’t pull
away. Her skin was flushed with desire. “I want that
too, but… I don’t know…”
I nodded, trying to get myself under control–then she
dropped a bomb-shell on me: “Maybe just not SEX. Let’s
do other stuff.”
Sounded good to me.
Zainab and I kissed ferociously, filled with hot desire. I
dove my hands beneath the waistband of her
underwear, madly groping her bubbly bare buttocks.
She immediately reached straight for my hard-on, easily
accessible through the hospital gown, gripping me a bit
hard at first, but then relaxing her hand into soft,
explorative strokes. I was in heaven.
Impatient, I released one of Zainab’s fine buttcheeks
and unclasped her bra (it was easy, thanks to Nneka’s
tutoring). I reached up under her dangling bra cups and
squeezed those huge, delectable melons, instinctively
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