Friends With Benefit - S01 E07
20-07-25 (05:39)
I had gotten this far with other girls before, but none of
them had breasts anywhere' near as spectacular as
Zainab’s. Those things felt incredible in my hands: warm,
heavy, and unbelievably soft. Her pert nipples burned
into my palms.
Zainab moaned in pure ecstasy, wrenching her mouth
away from mine just long enough to desperately
whisper, “Put your fingers in me.”
Not needing another invitation, I released her right
breast and stabbed my hand down into her panties,
playfully slipping my fingers across the outside of her
warm wetness.
“Mmm–mm! Inside!” she demanded, letting go of my
cock long enough to aggressively yank off her shirt and
cast aside her bra. No longer concerned with being
caught, Zainab rolled on top of me, her glorious, naked
breasts fully revealed above the covers.
Her right breast swung loose and unfettered, an inch
above my lips. I craned my neck and Zainab crushed
her chest down to my face, smothering me with her
huge breasts as I scraped my tongue across her nipple.
She let out a gasp, and started rubbing my cock with
wild abandon. I took that as my cue to finally insert a
pair of fingers inside her tight warmth, my thumb
instinctively playing with her clit. We went at it like we
were trying to win a race or something, our hands a
blur between each other’s legs—
That was all it took. We were young, and excited, and it
was our first time having another person touch us like
that. Zainab went off like a firecracker, the sound of her
orgasmic moans bringing me over the edge as I blasted
spurt after spurt; a week’s worth of spunk into her
hand, never prying my lips from her tit.
Finally we calmed down, and she gingerly removed her
breast from my overactive mouth, explaining that it
was starting to get a little raw.
Outside, we heard the sound of hospital staff
approaching, no doubt in response to Zainab’s screams.
In a panic, she hurriedly slipped her top back on and
gave me a quick kiss goodbye.
She was gone by the time the real nurses arrived. I
made a show of how they had “woken me up” and
they quickly left me in peace.
In the darkness of my hospital room, I suddenly felt
very alone. I desperately wanted Zainab to come back
so we could talk about what had happened, but she
never did. In fact, I didn’t see her again until I was back
at school. Was she ashamed? Was she okay? As I tried
to calm down and go to sleep, my mind reeled at the
ramifications of what Zainab and I had done:
Would Zainab and I have to start dating now? No, she
had made it clear that she felt the same way I did–
sexually frustrated but not romantically interested.
Would the other girls get mad when they found out
what we had done? Or worse, jealous? I knew none of
the other girls were interested in me, but chicks can be
weird when one of them does something the others
haven’t.
And if they are jealous, what does that mean for us all
as friends? Predictably, I briefly entertained the idea
that all the other girls would be jealous, and that they
would all take turns screwing my brains out in
increasingly absurd ways to even the score.
Then a final thought entered my head: What if Zainab
doesn’t tell anyone? Do I have to keep this a secret?
Half worried, half psyched at what the future might
hold, I found it impossible to sleep that night. Don't forget to leave a Comment 
