Everything for my Best Friend

Lisa was kneeling down next to Jerry's legs, caressing his now deflated dick with her soft hand.

"How does it feel?" She asked him with a worried look. "I hope I wasn't too rough, you know..."

"It feels great, Lisa. Really nice." he told her with a sigh. Her obsession with his cock was getting really annoying. He would have liked her to be focused on him, as a whole, not just on his manhood. He definitely could have phrased his suggestions better.

He looked around and spotted his phone lying on the ground. He moved to get to it but the girl gasped and stopped him, placing her hands on his shoulders and pushing him back against the cold kitchen floor.

"Wait!" She exclaimed. "Where are you taking it?"

"I'm just getting my phone, girl!" He explained. "I'll be right back."

"Let it rest!" She insisted, looking him dead in the eye. "I'll get your phone, alright?"

She moved forward and grabbed the device, then came back and handed it to him.

Thank god, he thought. Now he could do something about her weird behavior.

As she resumed her position and started caressing his dick again, he opened Messenger and typed a new message.

"Lisa. You are no longer obsessed about my dick."

"But I am! I need to service it!" Her mind texted back.

"No, you don't. You don't want to service it. You don't need it." He insisted.

"You're right... I don't."

Jerry breathed a heavy sigh of relief.

The real Lisa had stopped touching his cock, and he noticed she was now looking around like she was suddenly aware of the absurdity of the situation.

"I'm sorry..." She mumbled. "I don't know what came over me."

She stood up and grabbed her pants and panties in a hurry.

"I think I need to go." She said, clearly embarrassed.

"You enjoyed what happened between us." He typed.

"I did." Lisa's mind confirmed.

"In fact, you'd love to do it again. You'd love for us to fuck whenever I want to."

The real Lisa was just about done getting dressed when she turned towards him and smiled shyly.

"Actually..." She said. "This was weird but... nice. Maybe we could do this again? Whenever you want?"

"Sure." He replied. "I'll keep you posted."

She nodded and left, leaving him alone in the kitchen.

***

"So your phone allows you to control people's mind?" Jennifer asked with a small smirk.

"Yeah, pretty much." Jerry answered, sipping his beer like he'd said something perfectly normal.

She stared at him and tilted her head.

"Sure, I'll bite." She finally said. "Prove it!"

"How?" Jerry said, looking around her apartment. "There isn't anyone to test it on. Are you willing to be my test subject?"

She crossed her arms and giggled.

"Well since I don't believe one word of it, I don't see why not."

Jerry looked at her. She was his best friend and he really valued their platonic relationship but he'd be lying if he said he wasn't hoping that tonight would end up being more than just a good friendly time.

She wasn't as hot as Lisa, but being so familiar with someone only made them more attractive. It was one thing banging a hot stranger, but another entirely to finally fuck a long time crush you knew well.

She wasn't unattractive by any means, anyway. She had big breasts and a slim figure, and she was always very fashionable. Her long dark hair was tied into a ponytail, and her brown eyes were sparkling with mischief, as always. She was younger than him, still in her thirties. They had met through work, ten years ago, and they had been friends ever since.

"So?" She asked, pulling him out of his thoughts. "Are you going to brainwash me or not?"

"And what if it works? Aren't you scared of what I might do to you?" He asked, already knowing the answer.

"Nah. I trust you. You're my best friend, silly."

She had clearly put an emphasis on the word 'friend", which made Jerry clench his teeth a little.

He pulled out his phone and dialed her number as she stared at him from the other side of the couch, clearly skeptical but curious to see what he would do.

"Yes?" He heard her voice say over the phone.

"Who did you call?" The real Jennifer asked.

It took him a couple seconds to find out what to say.

"There is something wrong about your tits." Jerry said.

"What is it?" Replied the voice. It sounded a bit worried.

"Who are you talking to?" The real Jenny asked, her smile fading a little. Jerry caught her quickly looking down towards her cleavage.

"You don't know what it is, but you really need to find out." Jerry added with a smile.

"What's wrong with my tits?" Her worried voice whispered into his ear.

The real her was no longer focusing on him. She was frowning and awkwardly shaking her tits, trying to find out if anything was amiss.

"You alright, Jen?" He asked her, moving the phone away for a second.

"I don't know..." She answered, blushing. "Something's wrong..."

"You should ask for my help." He said, moving the phone closer once more. "I'm the only one who could find out what's wrong with your tits."

"Really?" The voice asked. It sounded almost panicked now. The real her was clearly no longer listening, entirely focused on her chest.

"Erm..." Jennifer mumbled, now looking very concerned. "Jerry? I know this sounds weird but could you maybe take a look at my breasts? I feel like something's wrong with them."

"Sure! I'm happy to help!" He replied, smiling at her.

"Thanks!" She said, sounding relieved.

He hanged up the phone and moved it away. Jennifer stared at him, her face full of concern.

He moved forward and looked at her chest. She was wearing a low cut top, and her large breasts were more than visible.

"Do you see anything... weird?" She asked him, her voice slightly trembling.

"I can't tell." He replied, looking closely. "Nothing looks weird anyway."

She groaned, grabbing them and squeezing them once more.

"They feel fine but... I just know something is wrong!" She exclaimed.

Jerry bit his lips, watching her fondling herself for absolutely no reason.

"Could you... touch them?" She asked. "I mean, don't take it the wrong way, but... I want to make sure they're ok."

"Sure." He said, moving his hands towards her cleavage.

He grabbed her right breast and squeezed it gently. It felt perfect, soft and warm, with a gentle firmness.

"So?" She asked, moving forward a bit so he could get better access to her tits.

"I don't know..." He lied. "There's something wrong but I can't quite put my finger on it."

She breathed in deeply, let out a deep sigh and then removed her top and bra entirely, letting her huge tits bounce free.

"Wow!" He said, staring at her boobs.

"Please, just keep looking, alright? I need to know what's going on with them!" She begged.

"Ok." He said, moving his hands to her left breast. He touched it, feeling its warmth, then moved his hand to her nipple and gave it a small pinch.

"Oh god!" She gasped, her body trembling.

"What's wrong?" He asked, moving his fingers to her other nipple and pinching it too.

"My nipples! Is something's wrong with my nipples?"

"Well I might have a way to check but you are not going to like it."

"I don't care!" She exclaimed. "Whatever you need to do!"

He grinned and buried his face in her breasts, kissing her tits and sucking on her nipples.

"Mmmh..." She moaned slightly.

He licked her nipples for a few minutes, pressing both her boobs against his mouth, enjoying their softness.

"All good here." He said.

"Thank god!" Jenny sighed, relaxing a little.

"But..."

"But what?" She asked, looking at him with concern.

"I mean... I'm sure everything is fine but..." He said. "There is one last thing we could do to make sure but you're never going to agree to it."

"What is it?" She asked, biting her lip.

"Well you know how the dick is a very sensitive organ?"

"What about it?"

"Well a tit job would allow me to check for sure if there is anything wrong with your tits."

"A tit job?" She asked, obviously confused. "Would that really tell you anything?"

"Yes." He confirmed. "I'd definitely be able to tell if there is something wrong with your tits if you let me slide my dick between them."

She pondered this for a moment, then frowned.

"I'm not sure..." She finally said. "It's a little weird, but... if you say so... I trust you to find out what's going on with my tits."

He nodded with a wicked grin and unbuckled his pants.

"You ready?" He asked, pulling out his cock.

"I guess." She said, her eyes widening. "There's some lube in the drawer, behind you."

"You naughty girl!" He laughed, picking up the bottle of lubricant and handing it to her.

"Kyle likes to do it on the couch." She said, giggling nervously as she poured lube on her tits.

"Lucky Kyle, heh!" Jerry joked as Jennifer leaned forward to slide his dick between her breasts.

Jerry moaned softly as he felt his manhood engulfed by her warm and soft flesh.

"Do you feel anything?" She asked him.

"Not yet." He said. "You're probably gonna have to keep going for a while."

She nodded and started moving her chest up and down around his shaft.

"Mmmm..." He moaned, closing his eyes and savoring the sensation.

"Still nothing?" She asked.

"No. Just keep going until I cum. It will help me find it out."

"If you say so..."

She kept moving her chest for a while, until he felt himself getting close to orgasm.

"Oh shit!" He exclaimed, thrusting his hips and starting to fuck her tits.

"Is something wrong?" She asked, her voice shaking.

"Just...give...me...a...sec!" He grunted, thrusting hard and fast into her cleavage.

Jerry groaned loudly, enjoying the tight squeeze around his dick as it contracted and poured cum all over her. He kept fucking her for a few seconds, just long enough to enjoy the remaining sensation, then pulled out.

"Did you find anything?" She asked, panting.

"Yeah." He said, panting as well. "They're a bit harder than normal."

"Any idea why?" She asked, squeezing her tits covered in his semen to test his assumption.

"You're probably going to have your period soon."

"That's it?!" She exclaimed.

"Definitely." He shrugged.

"Oh my god I'm so fucking sorry, Jerry!" She cried. "I did not mean to have us... do this... over such a stupid thing!"

Jerry laughed and she stared at him with confusion.

"Do you believe me now?" He asked her, grabbing his phone and waving it in front of her.

"What the fuck!" She exclaimed. "How the fuck could you do this to me?"

She was red-faced, and her eyes were full of anger.

"Oh common! It was fun!"

"Oh I'm sure it was fun for you you fucking pervert!" She screamed. "Give me the phone!"

She tried to grab it but he jumped away from the couch and pressed enter. He had a message ready to go.

She seemed to calm down quickly, and looked at him with a simple frown.

"Dude!" She exclaimed. "You scared the fuck out of me!"

"Sorry! I should have warned you." He said.

"No, no! It was fun!" She giggled, sitting back next to him and licking his cum out of her chest with a finger. "You can play with my mind as much as you want. I was just not so not ready for that!"

"You'd let me?" He asked, rising an eyebrow.

"Of course, dude!" She said. "What kind of bestie would I be if I didn't let you fuck with my mind?"