Friends With Benefit - S01 E14
20-07-25 (05:44)
“But not around a guy!” Zainab insisted, coming to
Sandra’s defence.
“He’s one of us,” Kike said about me, “We’re all just
friends, right? We should be comfortable around each
other.”
“How about just some of us go swim naked?” Chioma
suggested.
“No,” Kike insisted, “That’s not how it works. Either we
all do it, or none of us do it. Otherwise, it’s not fair.”
Kike was usually a great friend, but when she got it in
her mind to be competitive about something she could
be ruthless.
Zainab put a protective arm around her best friend and
stood firm, “Sandra doesn’t want to.”
Nobody besides me noticed, but Sandra’s eyes shot
daggers at Zainab. Her words from Valentine’s Day
months earlier echoed in my head:
“I’m sick of all the girls always treating me like their
super-innocent kid sister. It’s bullshit!”
Even if Sandra didn’t want to go along with the swim
naked idea, she was far more upset by the fact that
Zainab was making the decision for her. Our fun day in
the sun was getting a little tense. Everyone turned to
the only person who had yet to enter the discussion–
me.
I weighed my options: if I sided with Kike, then I would
get the pleasure of checking out all my sexy friends
naked–a tempting offer. But Sandra might feel like I
was pushing her into a corner. If I vetoed the idea, on
the other hand, it would frustrate the more adventurous
girls and, even worse, might confirm Sandra’s fear that I
still saw her as an innocent little kid the way Zainab
clearly did.
I knew full well how much it sucked for people you
liked and respected not to take you seriously as a
sexual creature and I refused to do that to her.
I needed a third option, where' I wouldn’t be the bad
guy. I shot for the path of least resistance:
“I have a better idea, let’s play Truth or Dare.”
Kike made some crack about how it would be more
than a little one-sided to play that game with five girls
and one guy, but I could tell that everyone else was
happy to have a less-intimidating alter-native to getting
naked. Best of all, Sandra wouldn’t feel like I thought of
her as a little kid.
With the sun starting to set and our skin starting to
crinkle, the six of us decided to move the proceedings
inside. Sandra took me aside and whispered, “Thank
you for that. I want you to know, it’s not that I didn’t
want you to see me naked. I trust you. I just didn’t
want the other girls to make a big deal and tease me
about it.” She gave me a peck on the cheek–all the
reward I needed.
Everyone lounged around the living room. I did my best
not to stare at the towels the girls had halfheartedly
tied above their breasts, slipping low enough to expose
acres of glistening wet cleavage.
Though my imagination was running wild with fantasy
outcomes for the situation, I reminded myself that such
thoughts were absurd and that this was just going to
be a silly game between friends.
Zainab demanded to go first and called out Sandra:
“Truth or Dare?”
“Dare.” Sandra shot at her, the look in her eyes clearly
begging for something wild that would shut Kike up.
“I dare you… to give Akin a hug.”
Sandra deflated at the lame request. Fed up with her
best friend’s patronising attempts to protect her,
Sandra’s eyes went ice cold. It was the same look I
was accustomed to seeing in guys’ eyes right before
they start throwing punches. She walked over to me
and gave me a quick hug to fulfil her dare, then
immediately turned back to Zainab: “Truth or Dare?”
Zainab hesitated, caught off guard by the impatience in
Sandra’s voice. “Um, dare?”
“You and I have exactly the same bra size, so let’s
switch bikini tops. In front of Akin.”
Blinking in disbelief, Zainab followed Sandra over to
where' I was sitting. Sandra dropped her towel and
stunned everyone by pulling my face into her bikini-clad
cleavage. For a brief moment, I was in pure Heaven,
drowning between those soft breasts.
But as awesome as the sensation was, I knew she
wasn’t doing it for me. Sandra was doing it to make a
point to everyone else that she wasn’t to be treated
like a little girl anymore. Zainab smiled, finally getting it.
She followed Sandra’s example and dropped her own
towel, leaving me face to face with two bikinis
stretching across two matching pairs of 34DD breasts.
Shivering with nervousness, Zainab reached back to
untie her skimpy black top–
But Sandra caught her hand, flatly explaining, “No, we’ll
undress each other. He’ll like it better that way.”
I watched in stunned silence as Sandra pulled loose the
tie on Zainab’s black bikini and let the garment drop
forward, exposing the glorious melons I had been
missing ever since I got out of the hospital.
I had only briefly glimpsed these breasts before, but
here they were for me to stare at; to lust after. They
looked warm and succulent, with very faint nipples–so
faint they almost blended in against the dark
complexion of Zainab’s skin. They were close enough to
reach out and suckle, but I wasn’t about to do that in
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