GB96 - Comfort her

You have never been the most sensitive or warm and fuzzy person, and neither are you some kind of deep, intellectual thinker. But you and Stef are a lot alike. It’s why you have been friends for so long. Thanks to that insight, you know the easiest way to make sure that Stef cannot possibly think about Mary. It’s a little weird, but… you really don’t want to spend all night with her crying. You’ll take weirdness over misery.

Still sitting next to her, you open your towel, exposing your body. You aren’t a perfect cheerleader beauty like Mary, but you have good skin, a slim figure with just enough curves to look womanly, and your breasts exist. They aren’t huge, but they’re there.

Whatever was going on with Stef just stops. Her face goes red, her eyes get big, and she stiffens up.

“What are you doing?” she asks.

Mary is officially not on her mind anymore.

“I’m being naked,” you say, a little annoyed. Not with Stef, with Mary. Not because she’s getting laid, but because of her timing… not that she could possibly know.

You don’t want to do a lot of talking. That will only make it weirder. You climb into her lap and push your face up against hers, not kissing, just up close. You put your hands on her cheeks and look into her eyes.

“Um, Carla?” Stef is so red that it makes you want to laugh.

“If you don’t shut up and open this,” you say, touching her towel. “I won’t give you a BJ.”

It takes her brain several seconds to unpack that. She must be doing the math in her head, but she’s not about to turn you down. Steam is about to pour out of her ears.

“OK,” she says. Her hands shake a bit as she opens her towel. She’s pale and covered in freckles. Her nips are hard and they look puffy, like they’re covered in goosebumps. She’s got her legs clamped to hide her boner, which she popped the moment your tits came out.

The sight of her body gives you pause. You feel a warmth and stirring between your legs that startles you. You never thought about Stef as being sexy, but… you already put the BJ out there. And this is about helping her, not getting your rocks off.

You give her a warning look, then spread her legs. Her erection bobs free. Her body is as stiff as her cock. That’s how nervous she is, and she gasps when you touch her cock with both hands, peeling back the foreskin to reveal the shiny, swollen head.

You’re more of a… giver than a taker, but having been the recipient of a clumsy blowjob or two, ironically, you know how to do it right. A firm grasp of Stef’s base with a little pulling and a little suction on the head, dragging your lips up and down her shaft is enough to make her squirm in seconds. She grabs at the windowsill, then the carpet, then your head.

When you take a break and look up at her, still softly jerking her cock with your hand, she’s a mess. She’s even redder, there are tears in her eyes, and the way she’s looking at you melts your heart. You didn’t know that she had such a cute side to her.

You’ve both forgotten about Mary at this point.

You want to savor this side of her. It never occurred to you that she was still a virgin.

But she is. It’s obvious. She’s your best friend. You owe it to her to help her out. The part of you that is both playful and cruel wants to lie back seductively, pull her in, and **** her to look into your eyes while she’s inside you.

But you can’t do that to her. And besides, your parents are home. You can’t even go near the bed, which will squeak and give you away.

Stef’s flushed face looks very kissable at this moment, but you are not about to do that. You don’t know why, but you feel like if you do that… things would be truly weird. But she’s looking at you like you are some kind of goddess descending from the sky. Eh… you can’t judge her too much. You were an angsty virgin once too. Actually, you felt like this last night with Lily, and it wasn’t even your first time.

You put your finger to your lips to remind Stef to be quiet, then you stand up and close the curtains. It’s your turn to be embarrassed as you walk over to your desk and bend over, putting your hands on the surface. You look over your shoulder at Stef, who can’t fail to take the hint. She shakily walks over, and you turn off the lamp.

The feel of her hand on your hip sends electricity through your body and makes your cock twitch. You’re wet, too. She’s clumsy back there, and… singleminded. She’s not going to touch you? Maybe return a little oral? No? She rubs her cock around nervously, but she succeeds.

You grunt softly as she slips inside you, going deep. She makes a long, quiet noise like a whimper, gripping your hips. For a second she stays like that, all the way inside you. The hesitant phase doesn’t last long. You cast her another look over your shoulder as she pushes in, her hips slapping against your booty. Your desk just squeaked.

“Easy,” you mutter through gritted teeth.

She’s not listening. Her mouth is open and she’s panting. Well, labored breathing is better than screaming. And it does feel good. You focus on that and support yourself on one hand, stroking your cock with the other.

“Oh!” she bursts out suddenly, slamming into you from behind so hard that your desk knocks into the wall. Her shaft expands inside you, and you feel warm jizz spilling out. Something about that sets off a chain reaction in your core. Your knees give out and you collapse onto the desk with another bang and her on top of you, clinging to you. Her body is pressed against yours.

You shake, and your cum sprays onto the carpet.

“Mmm. Mm.” She’s still moving her hips, her face pressed against your sweaty neck.

“Oh,” you moan, listening worriedly. That was some noise, but… it doesn’t sound like anyone’s coming to check on it. You straighten off, and the spent Stef stumbles back, wobbling.

“Oh, man.” You wipe your hand across your face, pushing your hair out of your eyes. A string of cum still hangs from your tip, and you just stepped in the puddle that you shot all over the floor. You feel something on your thigh and reach between your legs. Your fingers come back covered in Stef’s jizz.

She stands there, wide-eyed.

“Oh god. I’m so sorry,” she says, clapping her hands over her mouth, as though she just now realizes what she did.

You roll your eyes. You want a cigarette.