Friends With Benefit - S01 E08
20-07-25 (05:39)
Turned out my last thought had proven correct: Zainab
kept our little romance a secret from everyone, even
her best friend, Sandra. Was it shame? Or was she just
concerned about upsetting the apple cart? In any case,
much as I wanted us to, Zainab and I didn’t have the
lust-filled reuni0n I had hoped for after I got out of the
hospital. It drove me nuts.
We had been so completely comfortable with each
other for so long, it was a shock to see the anxiety on
Zainab’s face when I returned to school. The other girls
even noticed something was up with her, but she just
made something up about being nervous for an
upcoming test. The whole situation was starting to
freak me out.
Worst of all, there was nobody I could talk to. If Zainab
hadn’t told the others about what happened, that
meant she didn’t want them to know — and I wasn’t
about to break her trust.
When I got home, I did my best to focus on my work,
but it was hard to think about anything else than
Zainab. I was so hungry to play around with her
beautiful naked body, I thought I was gonna have an
aneurysm–but at the same time, I was desperate to fix
a problem I feared could ruin the perfect group dynamic
between my friends and I.
I phoned Zainab after my family had gone to bed, but
the call went unanswered, and I couldn’t exactly leave
a midnight message of “Hey, Zainab, When you get
this, could you call me back so we can discuss that time
we fooled around after you illegally broke into my
hospital room?” I hung up and suffered through another
unsuccessful night of attempted sleep.
The next day, I took out my frustrations with exercise,
putting everything I had into my after-school jogging
with Kike. I was punishing myself to the limit, especially
considering how recently I had been let out of the
hospital. Kike didn’t say anything, she just upped her
own pace to match mine and we ran in silence.
I was a mess of feelings. Fears about my friendship
with Zainab, insecurities about my first sexual
experience, and an unrelenting, unbearable state of
arousal. Every time I stopped to think, my head
overloaded with memories of Zainab. Her orgasmic
moans, her soft fingers on my hardness, her buttocks in
my hands…
At the end of our runs, Kike and I would race to the
finish. Without fail, I would always fall behind my
beautiful friend. No matter how hard I tried, Kike was
always the better athlete and she would always outrun
me.
That race started like any other. Kike pulled ahead of
me, as always. And my eyes locked onto the incredibly
ass in those tight cotton shorts, as always. I had
fantasized about that ass constantly for the better part
of a year, but on that day I was so frustrated, so
insecure, so goddamn horny that I couldn’t stand it.
I was filled with the sudden impulse to tackle Kike to
the grass and tear those shorts off with my bare hands.
I wanted to hold her down and bury my face between
her legs, licking and teasing her into a state of absolute
bliss while my hands grabbed onto the amazing ass she
had tormented me with for so long.
She would scream in pleasure, begging me to make her
cum, oblivious to all the other people gathered around,
watching in stunned surprise. She would slide her hands
up under her sports bra and aggressively tug at her
own nipples in an attempt to bring herself to the
orgasm I denied her. She would shout out every known
obscenity, bucking her hips against my face, slathering
my cheeks with her hot juices. Her hair would toss
back and forth like wild fire–
FUCK! She’s your friend! You’re JUST friends! What is
wrong with you? Why does everything have to be
about sex?
I ran as hard as I could. Ran until I was cold and my
legs felt numb. For the first time, I actually outran Kike;
put her behind me just so I wouldn’t have to see her
ass anymore. By the time we reached the end of our
run, it hurt to breathe. I collapsed onto my back and let
the sky above spin in my vision. Kike caught up a few
seconds later, positively shocked–maybe even a little
angry she lost.
“What is up with you today?” she panted, flopping to
the grass beside me.
I couldn’t have told her even if I wanted to. I was
fighting just to get air in my lungs, so talking was out
of the question. She pulled her knee up into a stretch
that accentuated that goddamn motherfucking perfect
ass of hers. She thought for a moment, then asked,
“You got blue-balls or something? No chance to rub one
out in the hospital?”
“You have no idea,” I managed.
“Come on, up,” Kike ordered, socking me in the
shoulder, “I’ve got something to show you.” Don't forget to leave a Comment 
