With a handjob

‘Do you know what,’ you started to say, ‘I don’t think this is such a good idea.’

Becky looked crestfallen. ‘Why? I’m looking forward to training with you.’

You tried to look awkward, embarrassed. ‘I just think it will be too hard for me.’

‘Don’t you think I can learn?’ she asked.

‘Oh no, it’s not that. I know you’ll be able to learn. It’s just that… no, I can’t say it.’

‘Oh, please Sam, tell me. Then we can fix it, whatever it is.’

You sigh, preparing to uncover this big secret. ‘It’s just, hmmph. It’s just that if I have to grab you or hold you while we are training, I’m worried about…’ you whisper the next part, ‘I’m worried that you’ll notice if I get an erection.’

Becky laughed. ‘Why would you get an erection? And what’s the problem if you did?’

You look at her seriously. ‘Just sitting here with you, knowing you’ve taken your pants and bra off,’ whispering again, ‘I already have a boner.’

‘Really?’ she seemed impressed. ‘So you can’t teach me if you have a boner?’

‘No, I can’t. And you know the rules, and I wouldn’t want to get into that with you.’

‘The rules?’

‘Yes,’ you looked at her sideways. ‘Don’t tell me you don’t know the rules for erections?’

‘She shook her head, confused. ‘I have no idea what you are talking about.’

‘Seriously, are you fucking with me? If you cause an erection, you have to deal with it.’

That brief eye flicker again, inside she was mentally re-organising files and folders to accommodate this knowledge which should have always been there. ‘Oh, of course! I’d forgotten, silly me!’

‘See, that’s why I don’t think it is a good idea.’

‘So if you get a boner, and if it’s my fault, I’ll follow the rules.’ Suddenly she started clawing at your belt.

‘What are you doing?’ you ask.

‘Dealing with it. It’s my fault, isn’t it? You said.’

‘You can’t do that, we are friends.’

‘But it’s the rules. Come on, get your cock out, don’t be shy.’

‘Not here, somebody might see.’

‘If they do I’ll just tell them it’s the rules. I gave you a boner, so I’m dealing with it.’

Her mind was made up, and even if you were seriously protesting you would have a difficult job. You let her undo your jeans and push them down slightly until your cock bounced free.

‘Well, Sam, I had no idea! Your cock is nice! Just sit back and let me take care of it, then we can get on with talking about my training.

Becky leaned across, curling her warm, slender fingers around your shaft. ‘Ooh, it feels hot,’ she smiled as she started to rub you.

‘Is this good?’ Her face was close to yours as she stroked your cock. ‘Are you going to cum for me?’

‘Can I squeeze your tits?’ you asked. ‘It will probably help me to cum quicker.’

She lifter up her top, nodding, and sighed as your hands began squeezing her soft breasts. Sure enough, this was already making you feel closer to your orgasm.

‘Your cock feels so good in my hand,’ she purred in your ear. ‘And your hands feel so good on my tits. I want you to cum for me Sam.

‘Oh, Becky,’ you groaned, ‘this is good. Go faster, I’m close.

Her thumb passed over the tip, collecting your precum and smearing it around your shaft. With her hand slick now from your fluids she moved faster, squeezing harder.

‘Oh god, yes,’ you sighed, still squeezing your friend’s breasts.

You warned her that you were close, and her free hand moved to the back of your head, gripping you by the hair. With a tug Becky pulled your head back so that you were looking at the ceiling. Then you felt her tongue on your neck, her teeth nibbling your ear lobe, and your hips bucked as the orgasm took over. You felt your cum spurt out, but didn’t feel where it landed. After a few shots you could feel how wet your cock was in her hand, could feel little dribbles of spunk on your thighs and pelvis. When Becky released your head you could see a couple of strings of cum on your shirt, glistening in the glow of the spotlight over the table.

‘See?’ Becky smiled at you, ‘I told you I’d follow the rules. Any time I give you a boner, I’ll make you cum. It’s the least I can do.’