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The loud knocking on the door pulled you out of your oddly therapeutic counting-and-masturbating session. “It’s open!” You shouted, your pussy dripping as you slowly peeled yourself from the couch.

James took that as an invitation to let himself in. “Sorry if you were waiting on me,” He said, closing and locking the door behind him responsibly, “Now what was it- Oh.” Shock, realization, lust, and concern swam over his face when he saw your naked body. “So that wasn’t a dream, last night, then?”

“No,” You confirmed, pulling at his clothing as you reached him, “Not a dream, or a mistake.”

He was clearly a bit nervous, but the growing hardness in his pants made it clear that he wasn’t uninterested, “So, then you want to do, uh, more, or, um…”

“Let’s start,” You suggested, “With where we left off.”

Sinking to your knees, you made short work of his now-familiar belt. You could still feel some tension in his legs, and maybe if you were really doing this just to help alleviate a friend’s stress, you might have let him make it to the couch again, or even your bed. But you had invited him here because you needed his cum, and the couch was at least ten feet away. You’d make it up to him later, you decided.

Besides, by the time you fished his dick out of his pants and had started to passionately lick and suck at the hard flesh, it was clear that James was enjoying your fervor, at least enough to stay standing for a few moments longer. You didn’t intend on dragging out the blowjob, this time, and once you were warmed up and he was rock-hard, you adjusted your posture and took him as deep as you could. There was no gagging, this time, only a few moments to find your depth and rhythm, and then furious sucking. A tiny voice in the back of your head seemed disappointed in your behavior, or maybe just in the way that you were blatantly using James as little more than a dick on legs.

The much more prevalent part of your brain, though, was extremely relieved at finally having a cock in your mouth, though. The taste, the feel, and the smell all reminded you that this cock was capable and willing to sate your need for cum. You slurped and sucked hungrily, swirling your tongue around the head each time you pulled back, before pushing forward again and inhaling as much of the cock as you could.

A pinching sensation at the back of your head attempted to distract you from your work, but you ignored it. You also ignored the voice from above, from the owner of the cock. These things weren’t important. The cock that occupied your mouth and the cum that would soon be shooting out of it were important. The pinching pressure at the back of your head grew, and you felt resistance when you tried to continue bobbing back and forth. The pulsing of the cock suggested that this was because it was time for your reward, so you brought up your hand and gently squeezed the balls hanging in front of your chin to urge them along.

The first blast of cum was warm and wonderful. So were the rest. So great was your thirst that you gulped down each shot as it came, one after another, and your sanity returned with each tasty mouthful. When the spurts of cum finally ceased, you gave one more long, slow suck as you pulled away from his cock completely.

“Wow,” James said, between heaving breaths, “You’re really good at that.”

Right, James. Your friend who you invited over and have pretty much ignored… insomuch as you can ignore someone while sucking their cock, at least. “I try,” You responded, smiling up at him, “Do you feel better?”

James gave a stifled chuckle, “Better? Definitely. A little tired, though. Can I, uh, sit down for a minute?”

You pointed to the couch, “Sure! Make yourself, uh, comfortable.” Now that the effects of your withdrawal had died down, you were painfully aware of the fact that you were completely naked. And, again, that you hadn’t really been treating James fairly today.

It would have seemed a bit **** to gather up your trail of clothing and get dressed at this point, so you joined James on the couch as you were. Aside from a few quick glances and knowing grins, he didn’t seem especially unsettled by your nudity, but you were concerned that you might be sending him some confusing signals. You liked him as a friend, and as a cum-source, but you weren’t in love with him, by any means, and you didn’t want to give that impression.

But you were maybe slightly in love with his dick. James’s idea of making himself comfortable apparently involved kicking off his pants entirely, and the cock in question was sitting lazily out in the open. “Sorry if I was a bit forceful, earlier,” You said, not really sure where to go next.

James shrugged. “No problem. It seemed like you really enjoyed it, and I appreciate that you wanted to do something special for me,” You nodded at his explanation, your eyes flicking back down to his cock only once as you recalled just how much you really did enjoy it. “I was just looking forward to a little more of a lazy evening, is all.”

In response to this (and partially to cover up that distracting cock), you pulled the spare blanket out from behind the couch, and draped it over the two of you. “Let’s have a lazy evening, then,” You announced, switching on the TV. You shuffled a little closer, found something to watch, and tried to put thoughts of cocks and cum from your mind.

Glumly, you wondered if that was even possible any more...