You request assistance

Your blood races as you sit on the floor, throbbing cock in hand, and stare at your childhood friend as she recovers from her orgasm. It's almost impossible to believe that it was just this morning that you caught Green pleasuring herself.

You realized then that she was a woman, and a beautiful one at that. Now, as she sits less than a meter away from you—half naked and panting, covered in sweat and other juices as a result her ministrations—she is even more beautiful than you realized.

You absently lick your lips, tasting for the first time the tangy fluids she squirted onto your face. It would be so easy to take her, to stand up and thrust your rod into her, press your lips to hers. You're pretty sure she would even let you.

It feels wrong though, well jumping on like that her does. Doing something with her, being with her, seems almost right somehow. Marshalling your courage, you clear your throat and ask, "Um, Green?"

The brunette bombshell above you is still panting heavily. After a few deep breaths, she manages to reply with a simple, "Yeah?"

"I know the bet was just me watching you, and that was amazing, but do you think we could do, um, something?" you request, heart in your throat.

Green quirks an eyebrow and shoots you a cocky grin, the expression only slightly diminished by how exhausted she clearly still is. "Something?" she asks, breathless but still clearly amused.

Your rod twitches in your hand at that look of hers. You've always found her confidence impressive, but now that you're looking at her as a woman, you find it somehow extremely sexy as well. Trying to pull together some confidence of your own, you reply, "Something... sexual. I'm still really, um, worked up—" you give your hardened member a few pumps to demonstrate, a little precum dribbling out of the tip "—and I was hoping you might be up for helping me out."

Green, having mostly recovered from her exhibition, scoots back to sit on the couch normally, leaving a trail of her juices along the cushion as she does. Still smirking that same sexy smirk, she says, "Well, I guess I am the one who got you so 'worked up'. I suppose it's only right that I should finish the job. Call it an extension of what you asked for in the bet."

Somehow that rubs you the wrong way. Not the part about her helping you out, you're fully behind that, but for some reason you don't like the idea of it being part of the bet. For some reason, you want it to be more than that. Risking sexual gratification from a beautiful young woman, you say, "Actually, I was hoping you would help me out despite the bet, not because of it. Just... because you wanted to."

Green grins; not a sexy smirk, but a warm genuine smile, which is somehow even better. "Well, someone just got upgraded from a handy to a blowjob. You said exactly the right thing mister," she says, sounding relieved and excited at the same time. "Trust me I definitely want to do this, bet or no bet, and we're going to talk about why after I'm done with you. For now, get up on the couch and switch places with me."

There was a lot of that you didn't understand, but you immediately rush to follow the instructions that you do. You stand up so quickly that your rod bounces freely, sending a few droplets of precum flying onto Green's chest. You instinctively open your mouth to apologize, but before you can, she scoops it up and licks it off her finger with a sexy grin.

"Mmm... salty," she says, licking her lips. "I can't wait to taste a full load."

Green's teasing makes you move all the quicker, driving you to fill her request as soon as possible. Before long, you're in her previous position, perched on the edge of the now damp couch cushion, while she's in yours, kneeling before you and staring reverently at your cock.

She looks up at you, then back down at the appendage bobbing in the air in front of her, an uncharacteristic look of uncertainty on her face. Slowly, she reaches out and takes hold of your rod, ceasing its bobbing, but making it throb more intensely than ever. Her touch is gentle, almost cautious.

"You can be a little rougher. It won't break," you say, feeling her grip tighten around you in response. When the pressure reaches a comfortable level, you clarify, "Yeah, that's good."

Green smirks up at you with more of her usual confidence. Maintaining eye contact, she slides her fist up and down your sensitive length a few times, then asks, "Is that 'good' enough?"

You shudder in response. The way her sensual hazel eyes have locked onto yours is somehow multiplying the already intense sensations caused by her hand. Shakily, you manage to say, "Maybe good isn't a strong enough word."

"Definitely not strong enough for this," she says, stilling her hand at your base. Before you can ask what she means, she breaks eye contact and lowers her mouth onto your pulsating member.

Her mouth is welcoming, warm and moist beyond belief. As you revel in the sensation, she closes her soft lips to form a seal around your shaft and starts to suck on your tip. Meanwhile, the hand at the base of your member begins to move, slowly sliding up and down your length.

You have to fight to not lose control; you have no idea if you'll ever get a chance like this again and you want to enjoy every possible second of it. You think of pokémon statistics and battle strategies in an attempt to stave off orgasm, and it's almost working, until she looks up at you and starts moving her tongue.

You're in heaven, the texture of her tongue and the pressure it exerts as it swirls around your sensitive tip are more than you would have thought possible. The fact that she's staring up at you, smirking at you with those intense hazel eyes, is just too much.

You let go and blast into her mouth, releasing a torrent of thick white fluid that splashes against the back of her throat. To her credit, Green doesn't spill a drop. She gags slightly at your first blast, but keeps her mouth closed over your member until you're done, teasing out the last few drops with her tongue.

Releasing your head with an audible pop, she rolls the load around in her mouth for a moment, before making a show of taking a large swallow and sticking out her clean tongue. She apparently meant it when she said she wanted to taste a full load.

Head swimming, you mutter, "That was—"

Green smirks up at you and says, "If you're planning on saying 'good', just remember that I'm right next to your balls."

"How about unbelievable," you say with a grin.

"It's a start," she shoots back, pulling down her shirt and grabbing her skirt off the floor. You're full of mixed emotions as you watch your friend fasten her skirt and put her panties back on.

You mirror Green and put yourself together as well, which mostly consists of tucking yourself back into your pants and wiping her juices off your face. Clearing your throat, you say, "So, you said we needed to talk." You're unsure exactly what your friend might want to talk about after everything you've just done, but it seems like it's probably fairly important.

Green turns around and looks down, rubbing her left arm. Uncharacteristically anxious, she says, "So, I'm doing this in the wrong order, but I need to tell you something before we both leave town to start training." She takes a deep breath, then looks up at you, nervously chewing on her lip.

"Um, okay," you reply stupidly.

"Y'know, Red, you're really not making this easy," she responds with more of her usual fire. "I'm trying to tell you I like you; I have for a long time."