Mara - Breaking Up

A/N: This is a story I wrote way before I wrote Katie's story, before I decide to share my stories. Depending on how things goes this might be one out of two or three story I'm going to put up here on CHYOA from the 'old' stuff I got.

Liam was walking from his favorite kebab place after getting his breakfast when a familiar tone rang from his phone. He knew that particular song was the one he put for Mara.

"Hey Mara, what's up?" Liam greeted her casually. But what he heard from his end was the sound of sobbing.

"Hey Liam, sorry to call you this early but…" Mara sobbed as she spoke, "Oliver broke up with me, and–"

"Do you need me to accompany you?" Liam immediately asked, worried about his friend.

Mara instead just sobbed some more, on the verge of full-on crying on the phone which made Liam say with worry, "Okay, I'll be there in an hour".

"Bring Linda too..." Mara sobbed.

“Of course, I’ll be there soon, okay?” Liam said in a soothing manner.

He then called his other friend, Linda. She was a 25 year old black woman that was quite tall, 178 centimeters in height to be precise. She had nice smooth dark brown skin, her hair was cut short and curly. She had nice hazel eyes, a shining smile, curvy body with some meat on her bones, and an ass that was round and full to the brim. The type of ass that jiggled every time she moved and couldn't be covered nor contained by any kind of clothing. While not the main star of the show, she also had a nice rack, they weren't overly big but they were round and big enough to create nice cleavage to fill the palm of someone's hand. Her voice was deep and alluring, it had a slight hint of sensual tone that always accompanied her husky somewhat throaty voice.

After a few rings Linda picked up the phone, she then greeted Liam with a nice, "Good morning handsome".

She sounded like she always did when she talked with Liam. Eager, happy, and with a hint of anticipated sex that made her voice always wonderful to hear, on top of being a smoky voice.

"What's up? Did you miss me? Did you want to use your black cock socket?" The casual manner in which she offered herself up is enough to make Liam harden up, even though he was just hearing her ‘greet’ him. Especially when she was referring to herself as his ‘black cock socket’.

Liam chuckled at her ‘greeting’ and told her about Mara, "Not exactly, but I wouldn't say no to a nice black cum dumpster like you,” he teased in a playful, almost arrogant and smug tone, as if he knew Linda would love nothing more than to please him.

The quick-draw of teasing ended quickly between the two when Liam spoke in a more serious manner. “But there's something more pressing, Mara just broke up with Oliver and she asked for both of us to accompany her, so I’m letting you know."

"Aww... that poor thing. She must be feeling really bad now. Sure, I'm up for it, handsome. I'll be there in an hour or so." Linda answered back in the same serious, empathetic manner, but still left room for that eagerness for Liam with her emphasis on the word 'handsome'.

Thanks to The Universal Realization Event, like all women, her willingness to serve Liam in any way he wanted had become her very own natural instinct. It created, from the way Linda talked, a juxtaposition between a concerned friend and a woman that only wished to please Liam. It was a desire that was very evident but at the same time, her compassion for Mara as a best friend was as just as apparent.

"She need all the support she can get from us best friends. Do you know the reason?" She added with concern in her tone.

"No idea. She's sobbing hard when I heard her, I don't know. She said something about how he broke up with her."

"Ah. Well I'll try to get ready fast, see you at her place. I'll be bringing my ass with me, you know, just in case your cock needs a warm hole to settle into while we comfort our Mara." She giggled, trying to end the call on a lighter note for Liam’s sake, her conversational tone was as natural and believable as any typical conversation, as if it was normal to debase yourself to a friend like that.

"Oh I'll definitely need it. Alright see you then." Liam said jokingly before he ended the call.

Liam then sighed and thought of how bad Mara must've been feeling right now. He had known Mara since childhood, when they were neighbors. She had always been the nicest person, treating Liam now just the same as she did in their childhood, caring and full of love. On top of her willingness to do anything and everything to please Liam, that was about the only thing different from the past ever since The Universal Realization Event happened. It was quite jarring at first, seeing his childhood friend let him use her like she was nothing more than a disposable cum receptacle. Yet even then, she still treated Liam with the same attitude, they're just best friends. As if the fact she was used as a cocksleeve is just part of the long lasting friendship. In Mara’s eyes, Liam's own personal satisfaction was such a natural priority that it became an inbuilt instinct in her head, it became part of her as an individual. It was the same as how any woman would be after The Universal Realization Event.

Regardless, Mara is one of the nicest things he had got in his life before The Universal Realization Event—still is even after it happened—and now she was the one that needed him. He couldn't wait to get there, and do whatever she asked of him.

After an hour of driving, Liam arrived at Mara's house with her waiting for him at the porch. She was a 23 year old white woman that was 152 centimeters in height. She was quite a pretty sight with her straight, long, smooth blonde hair, and her clear blue eyes. Giving her this striking yet soft gaze when combined with her other soft features. She had a slim, skinny figure, the definition of petite. Her tits were quite small, barely a handful in size—no cleavage whatsoever—just a cute little bump. They had small pink areolas that matched the pinkness of her cheeks, her nipples were somehow even pinker. Not to mention pointy, to the point that they always looked perky and hard. Her waist was small and slim, which made her tits look larger than they actually were. Her ass was cute and round, it wasn’t big but it had a nice shape to it, not to mention it was bouncy.

She wore pink, comfy pajamas with cute cartoon dogs on them and unlike her clothing, she looked devastated. Her eyes were red, nose flared, and Liam could see she was holding crumples of tissues in her hand. She smiled weakly as Liam got out of his car and went towards her, "Hey Mara, I'm so sorry to hear about Oliver." Liam hugged her in a gentle embrace.

"Thanks for coming," Mara said in a meek manner as she hugged Liam back, "Sorry for making you come all the way here. And so early in the morning too," her voice cracked as she spoke and Liam felt it.

It hurt Liam seeing her like that, so fragile, so **** and in intense heartache. It would be a wholesome albeit sad scene, if not for the fact it was juxtaposed by where Liam's hands were.

In any normal circumstances, a guy friend—let alone a guy best friend like Liam—would make sure not to touch her anywhere inappropriate when interacting or comforting their girl friend, just her shoulder, back, or waist and even then, not too close. The scene at hand would be like that if not for Liam's hands. Because while one of his hands was hugging her back, Liam’s other hand was right on Mara's ass.

"Don't worry about that. I'm here for you alright?" Liam said while giving her ass a little squeeze as he hugged her, as if it was a gesture of reassurance while his half hard cock pressed against her stomach.

"Thanks, still, I'm sorry Liam for bothering you like this..." She hugged Liam in a close, heartfelt squeeze, unperturbed by his protruding member on her belly, jutting in heat, nor the fact her ass was molested by Liam while they hugged.

She felt happy that Liam came, that he cared, that her best friend was there for her. But more importantly, she felt happy that despite being in this state of heartbreak and mellow sadness—despite being in a **** state—that she was still useful and attractive enough for Liam to harass her, to **** her in a manner that Liam himself was satisfied with. Mara didn't see this as inappropriate, at all. So even though she didn't feel attractive at all, it gave her this small, happy and proud feeling that Liam still found her so.

"Sorry I'm this way right now. I know I’m a messy pile of sadness, I’m pretty sure you don’t like your toy broken like this,” she sobbed again as she let go of the hug, her face still looked red from crying, “Well, I know you like to break your fuckmeat and I'm okay for that, I think, but I'm not really sure if I can be a fun one for you. What with me being a bother and needy like this."

"You're not a bother at all Mara," Liam said with a smile. As he let go, his hand moved to hug her from the side as they walked into her house, his left hand still on her ass.

"You're my best friend, of course I'll be there for you. I don't care about being woken up in the morning, if you need me to be there for you then that's where I'll be." Liam walked with her, side to side. His right hand slid upwards, moving up until it latched right on her breast, “And no, I’m sure you’re still fun to use regardless.” Liam continued while squeezing her tit from the side with each step, it felt soft in his grip as he did so.

It was almost like it was happening naturally, something that in any normal circumstance would be so wrong to do, yet for her, for any woman ever since The Universal Realization Event, it just felt normal. If it was with him, then the women would love it. It would bring them comfort instead of disgust, and that was how life should be for them, an improvement in their eyes.

"Aww thank you Liam, that means a lot." She sighed in relief and happiness as she felt Liam's hand on her tit, squeezing and rubbing all over it through her pajamas.

"But yeah, I guess I should be better prepared for it, right? Oliver was a nice guy but he can be so..." she trailed off, her face still looked red from all the crying and her eyes looked puffy. The sadness she felt was so obvious to Liam.

"—So like how men are, you know?" She finally added while wiping her tears.

The irony of Mara saying this while Liam was feeling up her ass and her left tit, was so blatant and palpable to Liam, an enjoyable, contrasting taste for him. Yet, Mara didn't even regard it as a double standard. While the juxtaposition still occurred in her mind she knew that Liam was an exception whenever she referred to ‘men’ in general, or to anything really, in regards to them.

"Hey let's continue this when we're inside okay? Let’s get comfortable first so you can pour it all out." Liam said, Mara nodded at him with a slight smile.

It was so obvious that Mara still felt really sad about it, but it didn’t hurt seeing that smile of hers. Even in her weakest moments, Liam loved that smile.

"Of course, can't have the neighbor see the sad blob that is me in my pajamas. Right?" Mara chuckled softly while smiling, trying to lighten the mood as they went inside her house—all the while Liam's hand was busy being latched onto her like it was glued.

"Linda is coming, yes?" She asked in between soft, low moans as she started to feel more of the effect of Liam’s hand.

"She's already on her way. Should be sooner than later, don’t worry." Liam said, giving her ass one last squeeze of reassurance before letting go and entering her house, making Mara smile as she entered with Liam.