On your buddy's lap.

You grin, shake your head and walk over to your buddy, wiggle your ass in his face and sit down on his lap.

“Wha…”

“I hate squeezing in there, it’s time I try a new seat!”

The other two men chuckle as your buddy’s moth falls open.

“Are you you two just finally gonna take the next step?”

The man closer to you makes a face. You look at him quizzically.

“Every time you flirt like teenagers, and pretend it’s just buddies teasing, it's a bit distracting from the game really.”

Now it's up to you to let your mouth hang open. Is he saying that in this world in which you’re a woman, you’re…

“Shut your face, we’re not flirting. I know Lexi since high school. That’s just chaffing!”

Both men scoff.

“Yeah, right. Buddy, you staring at her every time you think no one’s looking isn't as subtle as you think. And you haven't noticed Lexi doesn't make any of us sandwiches and drinks?"

You blush. Acts of service. You Have noticed that's pretty much your love language as a woman - openly sexual services, but also small casual everyday ones. Is he right? Did the curse arrange for your female self to have a crush on your best buddy? Or…. Does this reality only bring out feelings that have always been there? Have you ALWAYS had a crush on your best buddy, as a man? You gulp. What’s certain is that he didn't have a crush on Alexander. But now…

“I… honestly, I think he might be…”

You look your buddy in the eyes. See him blush. Feel your sitting position get uncomfortable as his cock grows hard.

“What - he might be right?”

His voice trembles.

“Guys!”

Your friend from the couch raises his hands in frustration.

“You're crushing hard on each other, just face it. But shut up about it, the game started."

You look at the two men and giggle. The topic of you two being centimetres away from confessing your love fore each other is gone, let’s get back to more important things like football.

You look a the man whose lap you use as chair. His face is bright red, his cock swollen. But he is probably not going to take the next step. As the noise form the TV swells and the game begins, you lean forward, put your arms around his neck and kiss him on the mouth. For a second he freezes, then opens his mouth and welcomes your tongue, his hand wandering to your chest, squeezing your tit. You hear a snicker form the couch, but that’s it. Their buddies kissing isn’t as watchable for the two men as a good match

You spend the rest of the first half game making out like horny teenagers on a party. It must be a good game, your buddies are loud, and cheerful, but you don't care much for football.

Your buddy's lips are sweet, his tongue hot and demanding, his hands firm and confident, once he settled into the new situation. You love making out with him, it feels like something you have indeed been longing for for a long time. So prevalent is this sensation that it's hard to believe it doesn't stem form your time as a man.

As the second half starts, you can’t control yourself any more. You slide off of your buddy’s lap and down on your knees. You do get the other two men’s attention, now, and your buddy looks down on you wide eyed, then to them. You smile and shrug. Apparently they knew about your feelings for each other a long time before you two admitted them to yourselves. Your inhibitions have lowered notably since you’re this woman, you feel little need for shame for anything you do. And so…

You smilingly take out your buddy's rock hard cock from his pants and start to suck it. The other two men dare to let their eyes wander form the TV to enjoy the other show, now. Not fully – even this isn't enough to distract devoted fans from a match in which their team is winning. You giggle around the cock.

You love this cock. Its taste is salty and sweet and musky. Delicious. It's circumcised, about 20 centimetres long, pale, thick and veiny. slightly bend to the left. It's a great cock and you have the experience to tell by now. You work on it enthusiastically, making loud sloppy noises drowning out even the crowd on TV. Massage his balls, making him groan, It doesn't take long for him to forget your two friends and fully relax, lean back and let his High School buddy's lips caress his rock hard cock, your tongue massaging the glans, the little slit, you swallow the first drops of pre-cum and the wait for the real thing isn't long. With a grunt he shoots a hot creamy load into you and you eagerly swallow it, always looking into his eyes.

You get applauses for the two half attentive spectators.

“Got it out of your system now, guys?"

You smirk.

“Not by a long shot!”

Not bothering to put his limp cock back into the pants, you stand up, drop your Hot Pants and climb onto the armchair's armrests as long as your buddy still is sunk deep into the upholsteries. Just the right position. You place your wet, hungry pussy over his lips to the laughter and cheers of the two other men.

“Well. Guess it’s just fair, buddy.”

They cheer him on, as he puts his lips around your swollen clit, suck on it, licks it. You feel hunger and need in his mouth – not the pure huger of unquenched sexual desire, his cock is limp and needs resat – this is a an huger that has been building up for long time, to taste you, feel you, own you. Your friends sure were right, he’s crushing on you just as hard as you are on him.

His fingers enter your pussy, parting your wet lips, fucking your dark, deep hole while he licks and sucks and kisses your clit. You need to hold on to his head for balance in this position, thus pressing him hard against your crotch, giving him **** but to go on until you moan, pant and cum into his open lips. He's looking up at you now with longing and lust and devotion in his eyes. This look touches the depth of your your soul and you want him to touch your depths even more. You slide down to his lap, feeling the cock, rock hard against your swollen lips. Kiss him hungrily, passionately. As you slide deeper and let his cock enter your sanctum.

On his face is pure bliss, and you imagine on yours, too, as you join in a connection that has been desired and wished for a long time. Yes. You're sure now, deep inside you long to be united with your best buddy in a way like this, even when you didn't have the pussy to provide for him. This is the fulfilment that's been a long time coming, And you feel a shiver down your spine. If – this should be your last day a s man, this will never happen again. Can’t. It probably Won't have happened in the first place. Even if you will have learned your lesson and and fess up to your deep desires and admit to yourself that you crush on your best buddy whether you're man or woman, you're pretty sure he wouldn't want to stick his dick in you any more. Which is not just hurtful to you, but even more to to him. He’s so happy now. How can you take this bliss from your best buddy just to get your tiny dick back? You shake your head, focus on the much more important cock that’s inside you.

You begin to ride him, squeeze it hard, massage it with your muscles. You feel his heart beat, his wet hungry lips kissing down, licking and sucking your nipple. You hug him right, with your whole body as well as with your pussy, never willing to let him go.

He explodes. An animalistic grunt fills your mouth, as he’s started kissing you again just before he came and his hot cum feels like it fills your whole womb with lava.

You stay on his lap, holding him, feeling him shrink but not letting him get out.

Eventually the world comes back and the cheers of your friends no longer are for you but your your team again, as the game ends and they’ve won.

Apparently they got a little bored after you both came and just kept hugging for minutes on end. Thank Goodness for distractions to not have to watch boring displays of affection of other people. Men. Simple minded brutes. Well. Most.

The man whose shrinking cock you still feel inside is a real fine specimen. You, of course, were not. At all. You kiss him again and finally have to **** yourself to get up. The two men getting up from the couch have a good look at your pussy and grin broadly.

“Good show, Lexi.”

“Really good. Now that you two finally got together as… hm…”

“Friends with benefits!”

You take the initiative to present what you have and see your buddy smile. He seems very OK with it.

“Ah, yeah, that. Can we two get the benefit to watch more often?”

You snicker. Brutes, all of them.

“We’ll see. It's just a friendly past time, so why not?"

You hug and kiss them. On the mouth this time, making them chuckle as they leave.

You look at your new Best Buddy with Benefits and the kiss him passionately goodbye.

“Thank you for the VERY nice evening, buddy.”

He grins and pats your ass as you.

On your way home through the evening street, lit by a bright full moon, you feel his semen trickling into your pants and feel warm and contend.

But the butterflies in your stomach and the coldness you feel that inst the evening air gets worse with every step you make. It's late Sunday evening.

Can’t be long now…