Farther than she planned

“…. Let me have this.”

Dave nodded on sheer instinct, his desire to please his first crush made flesh and general inability to say no to a pretty girl overriding his better judgement for the moment “O-ok.” He added with a dry mouth.

As Bridgets slender fingers started nestling with his trouser once more, Daves conscience reminded him that it was still his friend Jake inside this gorgeous girl and that she had gone on for some length about how conflicted she was about the whole affair before asking Daves permission to drop his trousers. But he couldn’t back down now, could he? Did he even want to? And was he supposed to help? Buttons weren’t exactly complicated technology, but J-Bridget seemed to have some trouble getting his fly to cooperate.

Dave couldn’t tell if her hands were trembling that badly, out of fear, excitement or just nervousness. Well probably all three, but with her head bowed down to the point that her bangs were hiding her eyes it was hard to say which emotion held the reins at the moment.

As much as Dave wanted to help, the idea of moving his -marginally less shaky- hands to pop the button open felt weird. It meant going from a passive observer to encouraging Bridgets course of action.

But lying back and letting Bridget do all the work was also kind of selfish wasn’t it? It wasn’t like he could honestly claim ‘I didn’t make her do it.’ afterwards anyway . So why not put his money where his mouth was and allow Jake the luxury of putting some blame on Daves shoulders.

Despite his best efforts not to startle her, Bridget twitched slightly as Daves hand went from his side towards his crotch. She gently caught his wrist, “I can….” Bridget croaked defensively, swallowed to wet her dry mouth and tried again “I can do this.”.

“Sure.Erm Sure. All the recent pizzas means it’s a bit tight, that’s all.” It wasn’t actually THAT tight, but giving Bridget an excuse to save face helped to soothe Daves doubts about what was going to happen.

Bridget stopped nestling with the button and straightened up to look Dave in the eye “Yeah, I told you having extra cheese without consequences wouldn’t work forever.” Bridget gladly took the offered olive branch, -Daves metabolism had been the envy of his chubby friend since high-school-. but her anxious tone made it clear he had something weighing on her mind “And I am not used to the angle.”

Dave took a reflexive step back as Bridget started forward, before she used her grip on his wrist to stop him in his tracks “Just hold still for a moment, will ya.” she groused, before pressing herself against his side. After testing the waters for a moment she moved Daves arm, that had been trapped between them, around her waist and gave him an anxious smile as her next attempt to pop his button open succeeded.

“Told you the angle was wrong. And…” she jerkily pressed herself a bit tighter against Dave for a moment “…and I can’t really expect you to ‘Look don’t touch.’ Wouldn’t want my girlfriend to be a tease, you know. So, it’s ok to … you know….” Bridgets focus went back to dves crotch as her words turned into incoherent mumbling, her hand pushing his shirt up to caress his stomach for a bit before it finally found the courage to plunge lower. When her fingers found Daves cock they instinctively closed around it “Damn, it’s bigger then I thought!”.

As a teenager Dave would have given everything to hear Bridget – the fictional one- say that to him. But now- nearly a decade of browsing the internet later- he couldn’t help but giggle nervously. Not the most manly reaction, for sure, but…. “ The ‘It’s so big!’-line?”.

“It really DOES feel bigger than….than mine.” Bridget mumbled defensively “And it’s not like I took the time to size you up in the locker-room.”

“Youououor ” Dave nearly lost his train of thought as Bridget started moving her hand up and down his shaft “Your-ahh ha-a-a-ands are probably a bit ah bit smaller now.”

“Hm. Makes sense.” Bridget didn’t seem very keen on debating the finer points of acclimatizing to a new body, so Dave wisely decided to shut up. For a while his moans and Bridgets own ragged breaths were the only sounds, as Dave closed his eyes and tried to loose himself in the sensation of a soft fingers massaging his dick.

If Bridget had been more experienced the whole thing would have been over in seconds, bu Dave was pulled from the brink several time by a fingernail scraping against something sensitive caused him to wince in pain or Bridgets touch grew to light to do anything but tease him. Dave didn’t know when he had started mirroring Bridgets hand movements by stroking her side, but when he cracked open his eyes she certainly looked like she was enjoying it.

When she noticed him watching, she faltered for a moment, her already flushed face turning an even more vivid shade of scarlet. Then without breaking eye-contact she took hold of his wrist in a slow and deliberate motion to guide his hand higher until it was cupping her generous chest. After pressing his unresisting hand slightly against the soft flesh, for emphasis she let go to slowly stroke Daves cock once more.

Bewildered by what had just happened, Dave let his hand just rest on the soft breast for a while, marveling at the fact that he could feel the texture of the bra through the thin shirt. (Something embroidered going by the ridges.)

Daves first cautious caress, was rewarded by Bridgets lips parting slightly as she arched her back to give him better access to her chest.The sight of his teen-crush so obviously enjoying his, scrawny awkward David Morringtons, touch, finally brought Dave over the edge.

“Finally!” Bridget let out a contended sigh as she squirmed slightly to encourage Dave to continue his fondling “My hand was getting really sore.” Bringing it up to demonstrate her point.Most of his cum was drying on the floor, but some of it had hit Bridgets hand as she withdrew it.She stiffened suddenly, a look of disgust crossing her face as she contined to stare at the milky liquid clinging to her skin.

Before Dave could even ask, the blonde suddenly gave the hand a long lick, before doubling over.“Always *cough* always thought I’d love a girl to taste it afterwards.” Bridget explained between dry heaves. “But the idea of swallowing….. . ”

Dave knelt beside his former friend, patting her back as she made another retching sound“Geeeez, Ja-Bridget! You really thought I'd enjoy watching a girl forcing herself to do something she isn't comfortable with?”

The blonde went back to a sitting position, wiping her mouth with her forearm before muttering “Cut the crap. I didn't hear you complain when I was jerking you off.”

“Yeah, because you took the initiative.” Dave shot back.

“Because I didn't want you or your mother using the bone to **** me! When she picked me up, your mother said she'd make sure I knew how she felt. And this way at least I just had to give my best friend a handjob, instead of begging for your cock like.....” she trailed of.

“Like my mother? ” Dave asked quietly “How do you think she felt about suddenly being unable to stop herself from wanting to sleep with her sons best friend. Just she suddenly became addicted to your touch, doesn't mean she thought it was right. You were here so often, she basically thinks of you as family.”

Bridgedts eyes widened “Fuck. I didn't....”

“Think?” Dave interrupted her “Dang right you didn't.”

After that the two just sat in silence, letting the whole situation sink in.