Victor and Victoria

Food came and went. As did many more glasses of wine and lessons of loving openly. The limits of their friendship was once again pushed to its limits by the time Eric had escorted his date back to his car.

"See, like, now is a good time."

"For what?"

Jodie pulled Eric's hand from the wheel and placed it on his leg. "See? Women love this stuff."

"You can't possibly have figured this out on your own." Eric laughed but his hand remained.

"Maybe…, okay, don't tell anyone but, cosmo has really good tips on this kind of stuff.'

Eric's eyebrow arched inquisitively, "Been reading Cosmo long?"

"Nah, just recently. I have an image to maintain ya know." Jodie laughed.

Eric didn't bother to ask what he meant, deciding it better to not ask too many questions and spoil the mood.

When they arrived at their apartment door Jodie stopped him again by stealing his keys. "What are you doing?"

"It's the end of a date. What do you think?"

"I don't need help with this part of dating."

"That's not what I heard." Jodie giggled drunkenly.

"Jodie, I,I don't know about this."

"Oh come on." Jodie stood in front of Eric, doing his best to smile demurely. "I had a great time tonight."

Eric sighed, getting back into his role. "Me too."

"Yeah?" She fumbled with the keys nervously.

"Yeah, it was sort of like being on a date with my Best friend. Only you're prettier." Jodie playfully slapped Eric's large arm.

"So…" Jodie's face flushed and his body trembled as the sobering reality of what he was doing broke through the fog.

"So…" Eric echoed. "I'd invite you in but someone stole my keys."

"Oh." Jodie coughed awkwardly and unlocked the door. "Yeah. Right. I guess that's that. Kiss goodnight and go on." Jodie immediately went to the kitchen and uncorked a bottle of scotch.

"Hey, are you okay?"

Not bothering with a glass Jodie took a long pull straight from the bottle. "I'm great." He lied. What was he trying to get him to do? Helping his friend is one thing but...that's too far. It had been far too long since he last got off let alone had sex. The thought of what almost happened made him feel... fuzzy.

Eric caught his friend before he could fall to the floor. "Yeah, I don't think so." Eric picked his friend up once again carrying the tiny Jodie with ease.

"Wait!" Jodie snatched the bottle from the counter. With Eric's hands full it was impossible to stop him without hurting the drunken smurf. Jodie wrapped an arm around Eric's neck and tried with many failures to take another drink.

Lauren, awakened by the noise, smiled as she saw through sleepy eyes Jodie kissing Eric as he carried her off to bed. "Damn I'm good." She congratulated herself then placed earbuds in her ears to play music to drown out all the things she didn't want to hear and finally, rolled over on the couch and fell back asleep.

In their shared room, Eric sat Jodie on the bed. "Okay. You stay here." Jodie nodded hugging his precious ****. "Give me that." Eric stole the bottle before his drunken friend could react.

"You're mean." He pouted.

"Yep." He carried the bottle into the bathroom, closing the door behind him with a sigh. He pinched the bridge of his nose after setting the bottle on the counter. After a minute, "Fuck it." He grabbed up the bottle and chugged the bottle emptying its contents into his waiting stomach. Eric went through his quick nightly routine of brushing his teeth and disrobing down to his boxers. As he was leaving the bathroom he was finally feeling the effects of the ****. The problem with being a big guy who can drink most people under the table is it takes a lot to actually get a buzz. Even more so to be drunk enough for what he saw next.

Jodie was struggling to reach the stuck zipper on the back of his dress. Eric watched with good humor for a second before Jodie saw him. "Hey, fuzzball. Help me out of this thing."

Eric chuckled and slowly unzipped the dress. It fell silently to the floor revealing the black garter belt and corset. Jodie removed the corset but the intense waist training coupled with skipping anything resembling a lunch had left their mark giving him the slightest of feminine figures. He arched his back now that he was free of his **** device not realizing how much this was putting his perfect ass on display. "Oh, God. You don't know how good that feels." Jodie bent down to free his feet from his heels, begging for the day he can be used to their ****. But he was stopped because out of the corner of his eye he looked over his shoulder to his friend who was staring like a dog in a kibble factory. "What?" Jodie turned around to face Eric, cocking one hip to the side.

"You... you look…" Eric pulled his friend in and kissed him hungrily. His tongue forcing its way into Jodie's mouth claiming its territory. Suddenly Eric broke the kiss and pulled away. "I-I'm sorry! I don't know what-" Jodie's lips cut him off as they returned to their passionate kiss.

Eric's strong hands cupped Jodie's perfect butt and hoisted him into the air. Jodie's legs locked around Eric. His tongue fighting to claim Eric as his own.

The pair fell to the bed but still, Jodie persisted to mark him. Eric pinched Jodie's puffy, pink, nipples. Jodie bit Eric's neck and ran his nails down Eric's back leaving claw marks along the way. "Fuck!" Eric yelled out a mix of pleasure and pain in his voice.

Jodie took that moment to roll Eric over and take position on top of his lap. "I win." Jodie giggled. "Wha?" He gasped feeling Eric's large member between his ass cheeks. "What's going on here?" He laughed drunkenly giving it long, slow, strokes as he spoke. "I think someone had fun with his girlfriend." Eric moaned and gripped Jodie's hips as he continued to stroke. It doesn't take long under his skillful hand for Eric's shaft to become slick with precum. "I think someone wants more than a kiss goodnight. But, the question is" he lay on Eric's chest and whispered into his ear, "will you respect me in the morning?" Jodie's laugh turned into a gasp by Eric pulling his thong to the side and his finger into his waiting hole. "Fuck me." Jodie moaned.

"If you insist," Eric smirked slowly fingering his friend sending shivers all over Jodie's body. "You ready?" Eric whispered to the mewling creature on top of him. Jodie bit his lip and nodded slowly. Whatever part of Jordan that still remained conscious deep inside of him wanted to protest but was too lost in the numerous new sensations he never wanted to end.

Eric slowly pushed his cock inside of Jodie. Eric stopped, he knew if he wouldn't be able to control himself. Jodie groaned unsure if the new sensations were pleasant, painful, or both. Once she made up his mind that it was good he slowly began gyrating her hips.

Eric gasped under Jodie's eager undulations. "Jodie-"

Jodie cut him off once again with a kiss. "Don't talk. Just. Harder." She managed to say between moans. "Harder!" She moaned loud enough to wake the neighbors.

Eric did as he was told and gripped Jodie's hips, taking control and rolling over pinning the beauty beneath him. Eric grabbed her leg and drove himself deeper into her. Jodie lay helpless in ecstasy, a victim of Eric's animal lust. A happy. Orgasmic. Eager. Victim.

Time had slipped by the lovers, at some point, they had fallen off the bed but that didn't stop them. Jodie's bra was long ago torn off and thrown away somewhere. Eric's chest was marked with hickies. At least one lamp was broken, another victim to the fray of lovemaking.