Friends With Benefit - S01 E13
20-07-25 (05:44)
Sandra leaned forward in her chair, curious. “Have you
ever done that before?” she asked, “Like, with a guy?”
Nneka smiled, prompting oohs from the rest of us. We
all pressed her for details, and after a few beers, she
finally relented.
“Okay, fine! I went out with a guy a few weeks ago,
right? He was really, really attractive; taller than me,
which is always a plus. He had those big, big muscles,
you know? Like the yummy ones you just wanna lick?
Wasn’t exactly relationship material, but I was dying to
make out with him and maybe let him take off my top
so I could feel those muscles against my skin.”
I mentally frowned, knowing it would never be me
who turned her on like that. I had a fair bit of muscle
definition, thanks to Kike’s coaching, but I would never
have the kind of body Nneka was describing. I didn’t
have the proper genetic materials or the patience to
spend thirty hours a week at the gym.
“Anyway, we were going for a night walk on the
beach, just the two of us. No moon, so I could hardly
see anything. There was just me, him, the stars, and
the sound of the ocean. I had my arm under his jacket,
where' I could feel his back muscles through his t-shirt.
He didn’t make a move, so I tried tickling him a little bit
— hint, hint, right?
“He took total control of me, pulling me to the ground,
kissing and pawing at me like a wild animal. There
aren’t a lot of guys who make me feel dominated
when we make out, but this guy was good. He grunted
that he wanted to see my breasts, so I pulled off my
shirt and arched my back, sticking these boobs right up
in his face.”
To demonstrate, Nneka stuck out her chest, presenting
those bikini-clad mountains to my hungry eyes.
“Then I took off his shirt and man-oh-man was he cut. I
made a game of tracing my tongue along all the
grooves between his muscles. He pulled down my bra
and sucked on my nipples so hard. We rolled around in
the sand and made out for HOURS; it was everything I
wanted it to be.”
Nneka closed her eyes, holding onto the memory for a
moment. Then she sighed and continued in a much
more matter-of-fact tone of voice:
“We made out until he basically said, ‘This is it?’ He
made me feel really stupid for not going down on him.
Anyway, I figured, I’m 18, it’s about time I do this. So I
unzipped his jeans and pulled them all the way down.
Then I snuck my fingers up the leg of his boxers and
felt his thing–”
“Big?” Kike interrupted.
“Perfect size,” Nneka answered, looking at me, “Same
as yours, assuming you were telling the truth about the
stick.”
I felt everyone’s eyes on me. Nneka went back to her
story:
“He was already hard as a rock.
I was nervous, so stroked him a few times while I got
up the guts to go for it, then I pulled down his
underwear and stared at his erection. It was kinda hard
to see in the dark, even right in front of my face like
that, but somehow that made everything even hotter.
I put my hands on his hips and licked my way down
that muscular line–you know, that sexy line some guys
have on their pelvis? That line that, like, points down to
their penis? At that point, that was the absolute furthest
I had ever gone with a boy.”
“How was it?” Chioma asked.
Nneka took another sip of her beer for courage. “Not
good. I had no idea what I was doing! I tried kissing it,
then licking the main part, then licking the tip. I mean, I
was having fun, but after a few minutes, he got
impatient with me for ‘doing it wrong.’ He told me I
was bad at sucking and pulled his trousers back up and
that was it.”
I literally could not believe it. I called bullshit on her
story but she insisted that was what had happened
until I finally just accepted it. She tried to play it off like
no big deal but she had clearly been hurt by that guy’s
behaviour. Who the hell would turn down a blow-job
from Nneka? What a loser!
“I bet you would be happy to give her some tips,” Kike
chided.
I gave them all a smile, “Yeah, it’s gonna be my new
start-up business. But I don’t come cheap.”
The rest of dinner went down easily, with a lot of
laughing, drinking, and good times.
After a while, I realized Kike was starting to get
annoyed that I wasn’t ogling her quite as much as the
other four girls in their skimpier swimsuits.
“I say we all go swim naked,” she stated bluntly.
Everyone else went suddenly quiet. I felt my heart
jump up into my throat. I wasn’t exactly ashamed of
how I looked naked after a year of working out, but I
would be lying if I said the concept wasn’t intimidating.
The girls seemed at odds with how to proceed: “I think
that sounds fun,” Chioma added, though with her
swimsuit, it wouldn’t really have been much of a
change. Nneka was clearly in need of some reassuring
ogling after reliving her humiliating date for us, because
she said she would be game as well.
Sandra remained silent, not wanting to be teased, but
clearly a little bit uncomfortable.
“Come on,” Nneka encouraged her, “We lay out naked
around each other all the time.”
“But not around a guy!” Zainab insisted, coming to
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