Friends With Benefit - S01 E10
20-07-25 (05:40)
“Then what happened?”
Kike’s head rolled back and her mouth dropped open as
she sucked in huge, desperate mouthfuls of air. She
was so close–
“You’re about–to see–for yourself…” Her breathing
changed into sexy little squeaks as she reached the
point of no return. I felt my own climax rushing towards
me–
In the video, the big-breasted porn actress finally
convulsed in orgasm, her hips writhing uncontrollably as
she stirred her lover’s giant cock around inside of her.
“Ah!” Kike panted, “Ah, FUCK YEAH!” She reflexively
grabbed my thigh with her free hand, and the whole
bed shuddered as she went into overdrive on herself.
“Cum!” she shouted, “Hurry!”
In the movie, the guy pulled out and jammed his
monster between those big breasts, using the girl’s own
juices for lubrication as he pounded away at her
cleavage–
I burst, right next to Kike, moaning loudly as cum
splattered across my belly. The sight of my climax
pushed her over the edge as well, and I watched as
her nimble, athletic body twisted and contorted in
orgasm. She kept rubbing herself for a whole three
minutes, cumming several times in quick succession.
Her other hand clamped down painfully on my thigh
until she was through.
We lay there for a long while afterwards, catching our
breath.
“That was so hot,” she panted.
“So hot,” I agreed.
“Good workout,” she added.
“GREAT workout,” I corrected.
She gestured to the box of tissues on her nightstand,
and I cleaned up. Then she asked me to close my eyes
while she got out of bed and changed into something a
little less “sticky.” I promised to be a gentleman, but
given the situation, I had no intention of keeping my
word.
Through half-lidded eyes, I watched as Kike hopped out
of bed and slid those tight little cotton shorts down off
her hips, revealing her unbelievable naked butt to me
for the first time. Smooth, perfectly rounded, flaring out
enticingly from her tiny waist. I grunted as the sight
brought one final spurt of cum from my dick.
Kike pretended not to notice. She slid on a pair of
simple cotton briefs from her dresser and then, keeping
her back to me, pulled off her sports bra, massaging her
full breasts back into their natural, comfortable shape. I
silently prayed she would turn around and show me all
the goods, but Kike tugged a top on over her braless
breasts and that was it for the nudity.
The next day, Kike told the others that I was now a
member of “the club,” having watched her stolen porno
and gotten off while a friend was in the room with me.
Chioma and Nneka cheered me for this “momentous
achievement,” but Sandra was filled with
embarrassment when Kike brought up her involvement.
Zainab didn’t say anything at all.
My masturbation session with Kike had been a great
way to end an afternoon, but it hadn’t fixed my
situation with Zainab. For the rest of the week, Zainab
avoided my every attempt at a private conversation
and barely acknowledged me.
I didn’t get a chance to confront her until Friday. Sandra,
Zainab’s usual walking-home friend, was busy, meaning
Zainab would be hoofing it all alone. I offered to walk
with her, and there was no way she could turn me
down without arousing suspicions from the other girls.
For about half the walk, neither of us spoke. I finally
couldn’t stand it anymore, so I broke the silence:
“Zainab, whatever you’re worrying about regarding me–
please stop. I didn’t realise what happened the other
night would upset you so much.”
“It didn’t upset me!” she shouted. But she was shouting
out of frustration, not anger. She calmed herself and
continued, “I don’t know what we’re supposed to do
now, and it freaks me out. I don’t know what you think
of me for doing that with you, what you expect from
me, what we’re supposed to tell everyone else–I
haven’t even told Sandra about that night! Do you
realise that? I’m the worst best friend ever; she and I
talk about everything!”
“Well then, we all need to communicate, Zainab,” I
sighed. “We need to figure that stuff out or things’ll
keep being awkward, because I don’t think either of us
is just gonna forget about what happened. I know I’m
not. Hell, I still have mental images of you from that
night painted on the inside of my eyelids when I try to
sleep.”
She then faintly whispered, “Do you think I’m a slut?”
“No!” I pulled her into a reassuring hug, “Honey, you’re
still a virgin! How could anyone think you’re a slut?”
“But… Do you think Sandra will think I’m a slut?”
So that was what this was all about. Zainab wasn’t
worried about me, she was worried she had ruined her
relationship with her sweet and innocent best friend. I
met Zainab’s eyes–
“No. Not at all. And I think you would be surprised
about how open-minded Sandra is about sex. I think
everyone would be. She’s not the little girl people think
she is. I mean, come on, she actually masturbated in
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