A Strange New Day

The house had been set to work. Megan had gone into her home office and been quiet, aside from the constant tapping of keys and the occasional question shouted to Will. Rachel had done her best to assist with the two, but her talents lied elsewhere.

“If you really wanted to go legit, I could do social media for you,” she had offered.

“Yeah, I am sure that would go well,” you joked.

She held a hand up and looked off into the distance. “Cum on down so Will can cum on down your throat.”

“Mhm,” you nodded, biting back a laugh. “That would definitely do really well.”

“Right?” she joked back with a twinkle in her eye. “I’ve got a real talent for it I think.”

She did social media work, which naturally would not be something you had any plans for. You did not really want to even want to get your license for this. The very idea of it made you feel dirty inside. But, you knew why Megan was in favor of this idea and wanted to help her. Of course, you couldn’t tell if it was more moral push back against this in an effort to entirely avoid any exploitation of her addiction, or to agree to help her as she wished. Your dick was firmly in favor of the latter.

After a few hours, you decided that you could no longer just sit and wait for Megan to finish securing your license. Not that you weren’t enjoying yourself. You and Rachel had been sitting on their front porch chatting casually for a time. Megan had switched to texts asking about your current income, the square footage of your house, any social media footprint you might, etc. The afternoon had been what you had desperately lacked for a long time, relaxing. Unfortunately, it had been so long for a reason.

“I really need to get my laptop at least,” you said with a pained expression on your face.

Rachel gave you an understanding smile. “We know you’re busy. Want to just let Megan know since…?” she trailed off and gestured to your penis, then mimed sucking a cock.

You let out a laugh and nodded in agreement. “She might want to be kept in the know, yeah.”

Setting down the cup of water you had been sipping from, you stood up and walked back inside. Rachel was only a step behind you, now wearing a light dress. Her chest bounced with every step and the material swayed alluringly across her hips. It was, as always, an effort not to stare at your friend, especially as the image of her leaning over your lap with your cock in her mouth appeared in your mind.

You wrenched your eyes away, hoping you were not caught, and proceeded deeper into the house. Your phone lit up as you walked up the stairs, another text from Megan. Shaking your head, you walked over and opened the door.

She whipped her head around and stared daggers at you, willing you to avert your eyes as she worked in that same pink bra and her pajama shorts. You maintained eye contact with her though, surprise writ large across your face.

“Do you usually work in your underwear?”

“Do you usually not check your phone?” she asked back. Before you had a chance to respond she stood and leaned over to grab her shirt off the ground. You were afforded a mouth-drying view of her cleavage before she straightened up and raised one brow at your gaze.

“Uh, sorry,” you managed.

“Nah, you’re fine. I’m just giving you shit,” she said back, her face morphing into an easy smile. “The air conditioning sucks in here so I usually work dressed down like this. You didn’t know that.”

You chuckled nervously, but gratefully. At some point you would get used to her sense of humor.

“Honestly, I think we have a power imbalance here.” You crossed your arms and attempted to raise one eyebrow of your own. “You’ve seen my entire dick and I’ve still only ever seen you in a bra.”

“Uh huh, ok wise guy.” But she grinned at you all the same. She quickly through her shirt back on and looked at you expectantly. “So, what’s up? Why’d you barge in?”

“I have work to do, so I’m gonna go grab my laptop from my apartment… also, since you need potentially four doses a day-”

“I’m committed to only doing three,” she interrupted, firmly.

“Ok, three doses a day… How are we gonna handle mornings and nights?”

She sighed heavily and braced her elbows against her knees. Her brow furrowed as she chewed on her cheek in thought.

“I have been thinking that exact same thing. You don’t live close so commuting would be too much to ask.”

“I think,” Rachel said from the doorway, “That Will is coming up on his fourth blowjob in under 24 hours.”

Megan rolled her eyes and flicked her middle finger up at her twin sister, who responded by doing the same. They both cracked and smiled at the exact same time, it was uncanny, truthfully.

“Ok, supreme lack of professionalism aside,” you interrupted. “I would be willing to commute. I could stop by before work, and then afterwards. Maybe have breakfast and dinner here at the same time?”

Rachel sat up straight and looked thoughtfully out to the side, before shaking her head.

“What about a midday dose? Should I just pop by during your lunch break and blow you in the family bathroom?”

“That seems even less professional,” Rachel said quietly to herself.

“Ok, so, what? I become your live-in cum donor?” you asked in exasperation. However, you quieted when you saw the calm consideration on Megan’s face.

“It would certainly be the most convenient…”

“Sure, but I still have a job… that I can mostly do remotely, now that I think about it.”

The two women were silent for a time, but it was Megan that broke the silence.

“Ok, we can all think on it more. You said… something about your laptop?”

“Yeah, I have work to do, actually. So I was gonna grab it and come back while you worked on that… stuff,” you finished simply, your hand raised to gesture vaguely at her computer.

“Uh huh, stuff indeed. You mean the license that means I can legally swallow your cum?”

You coughed and blushed at her brusqueness, before bringing your hand down to your pants pocket to hide the slight erection that sprung up at her words.

“Don’t bother,” she said, motioning to your hand. “I need another dose.” She stood up and motioned to her desk chair with a flick of her wrist. “Give us some privacy,” she directed to Rachel, who raised both hands and walked out.

The door closed behind her, leaving only you and Megan alone in the room. She looked at you, then down at your groin, and motioned again to the chair.

“Do you really need to be told twice to get your dick sucked?”