Usually when a discussion of this kind happens, the decision is a quick yes, but...it's always stickier when you've known the person since adolescense.
"Wait, Corie. You want to what, now?" He asks in shock.
I take a deep breathe and answer, "I want fuck you, suck your dick, and all the other terrible, naughty things friends shouldn't do. Look, Mason, it's not that big of a deal. Say yes or say no. I'm fine with it either way.
"But, why now?"
"Why not? We're young and unattached."
"But, we're friends."
I sigh in exasperation and wish I had never mentioned it. Mason and I meet once a month for a dinner date. We've been friends since we were 10 and this is our chosen way to play catch up in the midst of our busy lives. Our dinner conversation from last month triggered the curiosity behind what I was currently offering. In a nutshell, he hadn't had great sex in a while and I wanted to give it him. But of course, like all men, he had to make it complicated.
After a long and very uncomfortable silence and another glass of wine, I say, "Ok. We'll do it like this. Meet me in the ladies restroom in 5 minutes."
I get up and walk towards the restroom without giving him.a chance to respond. Some men just need you to think for them.
When I make it to the restroom, it's empty. Perfect. I take a look in the mirror, fluff my hair, refresh my lipstick, and patiently wait for this tryst to begin. I hear the door open and heavy solid footsteps hit the smooth concrete floor. He looks nervous. I walk to stand in front of him, I lock the door, look straight into his eyes, and put my hand near his crotch. He stops me.
"Corie...."
"Mason. Relax. It's just sex. We're just friends. We won't fall in love."
He doesn't respond and I quietly squat down to face his dick. I unzip his pants and pull him through the opening of his boxers. I take him into my mouth sucking, licking, and slurping until he is practically whimpering. I stand up and push my back to his front. He pulls up my dress and pulls down my panties. He pauses for a second to retrieved a condom and then it's on.
Grinding, moaning, growling, and scratching are happening simultaneously. The thrusts are getting deeper and more intense and then suddenly we both release a loud grunt.
And it's over. We straighten our clothes and walk out the bathroom nonchalantly. We walk back to the table, Mason drops some bills on the table. We leave the restaurant arm in arm like always and walk to our cars. Mason takes my keys, turns off the alarm, and opens my door. We hug and I buckle my seat belt and pull off with a satisfied grin on my face. I can't wait til next month.
"Wait, Corie. You want to what, now?" He asks in shock.
I take a deep breathe and answer, "I want fuck you, suck your dick, and all the other terrible, naughty things friends shouldn't do. Look, Mason, it's not that big of a deal. Say yes or say no. I'm fine with it either way.
"But, why now?"
"Why not? We're young and unattached."
"But, we're friends."
I sigh in exasperation and wish I had never mentioned it. Mason and I meet once a month for a dinner date. We've been friends since we were 10 and this is our chosen way to play catch up in the midst of our busy lives. Our dinner conversation from last month triggered the curiosity behind what I was currently offering. In a nutshell, he hadn't had great sex in a while and I wanted to give it him. But of course, like all men, he had to make it complicated.
After a long and very uncomfortable silence and another glass of wine, I say, "Ok. We'll do it like this. Meet me in the ladies restroom in 5 minutes."
I get up and walk towards the restroom without giving him.a chance to respond. Some men just need you to think for them.
When I make it to the restroom, it's empty. Perfect. I take a look in the mirror, fluff my hair, refresh my lipstick, and patiently wait for this tryst to begin. I hear the door open and heavy solid footsteps hit the smooth concrete floor. He looks nervous. I walk to stand in front of him, I lock the door, look straight into his eyes, and put my hand near his crotch. He stops me.
"Corie...."
"Mason. Relax. It's just sex. We're just friends. We won't fall in love."
He doesn't respond and I quietly squat down to face his dick. I unzip his pants and pull him through the opening of his boxers. I take him into my mouth sucking, licking, and slurping until he is practically whimpering. I stand up and push my back to his front. He pulls up my dress and pulls down my panties. He pauses for a second to retrieved a condom and then it's on.
Grinding, moaning, growling, and scratching are happening simultaneously. The thrusts are getting deeper and more intense and then suddenly we both release a loud grunt.
And it's over. We straighten our clothes and walk out the bathroom nonchalantly. We walk back to the table, Mason drops some bills on the table. We leave the restaurant arm in arm like always and walk to our cars. Mason takes my keys, turns off the alarm, and opens my door. We hug and I buckle my seat belt and pull off with a satisfied grin on my face. I can't wait til next month.
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