Cyndi & Friends Ch. 01: Popcorn

Cyndi's Story

A slumber party when you're nearly 30? Well, why not? Kate and Jacob invited me to one last weekend, and it was more fun than I've had in ages.

We've been friends since college, but we don't hang out as much as we used to. Work, life, (but not kids at least, yay!), all that stuff. So when they asked if I wanted to come over for an evening of movies and popcorn and staying up late and spending the night, of course I said yes. Then we decided to make it a full-on slumber party and have me stay the whole weekend! They would put their big futon on the floor in the rec room and we could spend two nights watching movies until we crashed.

I needed a break, and really wanted some time with them. Especially Jacob. I have a big crush on him. Have since we met. A whole weekend around him sounded great to me! We flirt and tease each other all the time, maybe a friendly touch on his arm or shoulder. Or his butt. He's got a really nice butt. He does the same with me, and the best thing is Kate's fine with it! She even joins in sometimes. They've been together as long as I've known them, and our flirting has never bothered her. Which is good, cause I had packed my sexiest PJs.

I showed up in a tank top (no bra) and tight jeans around 7:30 on Friday, an hour late as usual, and we hugged and kissed hello. Jacob grabbed my backside longer than usual as we hugged, and I felt my nipples poking his chest. After a very fancy dinner of takeout pizza and soda we all changed into our pajamas, grabbed a bottle of wine and three glasses, and bounced down the half flight of steps to the bottom floor to watch silent movies on DVD until we fell asleep. They still have a working DVD player! They also have one of those cinema style large screen TVs with the light behind so you can make the room real dark, however that works. Anyways, Jacob says it's great, and he's the tech guy. "Kind of cold down here," I said.

"Maybe you should've worn real pajamas instead of... underwear," Jacob laughed, looking me up and down. I was wearing a loose-fitting pair of dusty pink satin short shorts and a tiny camisole in the same thin material. It covered my boobs and not much else. My arms and belly were coming out in goosebumps, and my nipples were poking against the fabric.

"Says the guy in mini-boxers, look at you!" I answered. Jacob's shorts were barely longer than mine, and just as thin. Was I teasing him or was he teasing me? Kate's tall, muscular form was more sensibly but still seductively dressed in skin-tight athletic pants and top. The stretchy material accentuated her muscular frame, and the crease between her butt cheeks made her ass look nearly as yummy as Jacob's.  

"Anyways, don't complain, you know you like it," I said to Jacob. He shrugged in agreement. "I just didn't expect it to be freezing down here."

"I'm not complaining!" he replied. "You can wear skimpy shorts around me any time you like." I wiggled for him, the loose edges of my outfit swishing daintily and my boobs swaying under the camisole. "Also a top like that," he added, "Especially in a temperature like this." I turned to give him a profile view of my tits. Kate rolled her eyes. Yep, this was going to be a night of serious teasing. Weekend. We had a whole weekend ahead. Flirting with Jacob was the closest I had been to sex since I broke up with The Last Guy, geez, over a year ago. And now a whole weekend of it? Might be more than I could take. But I was gonna try my best!

He interrupted my daydreaming. "But yeah, sorry about the chill, the heat sucks down here. We're having a mini-split put in as soon as our contractor can fit us into their schedule," he continued.

"A what?"

"One of those heat pumps that mounts on the wall," Kate answered quickly. "Jacob's been going on about them ever since he got back from Europe." Jacob grinned and shrugged. "It will be nice to have some heat down here."

"Plus it can dehumidify in the summer," Jacob piped up. "And they're super effi--"

"Hush! See what I mean? Here, have a blanket." She tossed me one. It was big enough for all three of us. Oh boy!

I poured us each a glass of wine and plopped down on the couch. Jacob turned down the lights and settled in the middle of the sofa with me on his right and the blanket over our laps. Kate started the DVD and crawled under the blanket on his left.  

"Much better," I said, leaning lightly against Jacob. Kate snuggled up against him on the other side.

"Yeah it is." Jacob was in his happy place for sure. I liked the way Kate was so accepting of our flirting, even when it got physical like this. Honestly I was more interested in snuggling with Jacob than in watching the movies. Obviously nothing was going to happen, but there was a devil on my shoulder saying "what if" as I settled in. And isn't that what flirting is all about?

It took about 15 minutes for Jacob to finish his wine. He handed me his empty glass and I set it next to mine on the side table, pulling the blanket up to my neck. Jacob and Kate did the same. I was so happy to have them next to me. Especially Jacob. I know he's happy with Kate, and he and I wouldn't work as a couple anyway. He's so concerned about getting everywhere on time, for starters. That would drive me crazy. But I hadn't even been on a date all year, and he was warm and strong and smelled good. My crush was flapping inside my chest like a sheet on a windy day. I knew it was silly, with Kate right there, but between the wine and the blanket and the scenarios I had dreamed up the past couple weeks, I kept slipping into the land of imagination. A land with a lot of images of his fingers, and lips, and tongue.

Kate was leaning on his left shoulder and I was looking at his face, trying not to stare too obviously, enjoying his profile in the light of the screen. Not exactly hunky in a typical way, but there's something about him that I find hot. Mostly the way he flirts, I guess. Confident but unthreatening. And fun. He's always fun. Plus he has those long eyelashes, and his lips are so... Okay, no. I shook my head to clear my thoughts, and he turned to me with a half-grin. "Caught you looking?" he asked.

"No!" I blurted, before remembering the game. "I mean, yes. I was looking. I thought you liked it when I looked at you." I pouted, nearly recovering.

"Don't worry, you can point those beautiful eyes at me any time."

"Oh get a room!" Kate said with a smile in her voice.

I looked around in mock confusion. "Room? Sorry, we've just got this blanket." I was grateful once again that she takes our flirting so cheerfully. Also that she couldn't see the images in my mind. Those had progressed from fingers and lips to something a little heavier. That might go beyond her tolerance level.

Jacob smiled at me in the half-light, and I melted. I took a breath, and pressed my bare leg against his. His skin on mine was tender, warm, and inviting. He made a happy sound as our legs touched. I think. Did he? Did it even matter? Nothing was going to happen with Kate right there. Still, nothing wrong with a nice flight of imagination. And I had an entire airline worth of those. The blanket wasn't the only thing warming me up. Okay, stop. I needed to get ahold of myself. I sat up and concentrated on the TV.

But I kept my leg pressed against Jacob. And he didn't move away.

There was some motion under the blanket, and I felt Jacob's hand on top of my thigh. My eyes went big, and he grinned at me. Okay, more flirting. Settle down, Cyndi, he touches you like that all the time. It wasn't calming my state of mind though.

"Mmmm," I hummed quietly.

His hand started gently squeezing my thigh. Was he touching me in more than a friendly way? I tensed in confusion, then quickly relaxed so he wouldn't think I wanted him to stop. I didn't want him to stop. New images muscled into my brain. Images of Jacob. With no clothes on. Naked Jacob, the guy in all my recent dreams. His name even rhymes, how could I say no? Say no to what though? His girlfriend was right there, it couldn't mean anything. But... it was more than just a touch, wasn't it? Suddenly I was back in high school on the bus home from an away game late at night, wondering if a touch meant something, and what do I do. This couldn't really be happening, could it?  

But it was. Something was. I decided to relax, enjoy, and see how far he would go. How far I would go. I took a deep, quiet breath, reached across my chest and put my right hand on his upper arm to show him I approved.  

At my touch, he pulled his hand off my thigh. Rats, he misunderstood. I petted his bicep to make my meaning clear. Nothing. I found a combination of courage and foolishness, slid my fingers down his arm, took his big warm hand in mine, and placed it back on my thigh. Too much?

No, not too much. The gentle massage started again, his hand comforting and strong on my skin, my thigh muscle relaxing under his touch. And every other muscle in my body tensing. To clarify the point, I gently rested my left hand on his bare leg. Both of us had chosen well when selecting our pajamas. Yay us!

My brain knew this wasn't going any further, but my pussy was getting different ideas. I started dragging my fingernails slowly up and down his leg, from knee to mid-thigh, closer to his shorts each time. He did the same to me. This was definitely more than our usual flirting. The images in my mind were growing more explicit with every stroke. I slowed. He slowed. I took longer strokes. He took longer strokes. Would he follow anything I did? How far was I willing to go?

A minute went by, both of our touches light, down and back, so slowly. I grew more daring each time, getting tantalizingly close to... well, I didn't want to think about how far this would go. Would I really? Would he? A quick glance confirmed Kate was still engrossed in the movie. Okay then.

My fingers reached the hem of his shorts just as his brushed the fabric of mine. My hand snuck around his leg and started drawing small circles on the inside of his thigh, inches from his... shorts. And then his fingers were on my belly, sliding along my lower abdomen to the other side. I gasped audibly, and tried to cover it with a yawn and stretch. A little awkward since my left hand was occupied, but I made it look pretty realistic. I think. As I settled back down, Jacob rearranged himself slightly.  

"Getting bored? We could skip ahead to a different movie." Kate suggested.

"No, no, I'm fine! This is great!" I said, hoping it didn't come out too huskily or hastily. Jacob turned and waggled his eyebrows at me. Yup, confident and fun. Like god damn Groucho Marx. But he had me on the line, for sure. I was ready for whatever was going to happen. Or whatever I could make happen. I decided to see how far I could push things.

I continued scratching lightly with my fingernails on the inside of his leg. His hand moved down my right thigh, which responded with goosebumps. His fingers moved inwards.

I was determined to keep raising the stakes as long as he was, so I continued until my fingers were resting lightly on his inner thigh. His legs were spread wide to make room. I stroked in circles along his leg, feeling the muscles under his warm skin, slowly working my way closer to his body. His hand returned to my left leg and began mirroring my action. I still didn't know where this was going, but it was clearly going. I think I was looking at the TV, but my mind was focused on the sensations under the blanket. On the tingling in my fingers, the stimulating touch gliding up and down my thigh, and on the warmth growing between my legs. I was hungry and moist. His hand approached a tiny bit nearer every time it made the journey back up my leg. My hand drew closer to his shorts each time too.

After all these years of crushing and flirting, was I about to touch his cock? Was he about to touch my pussy? We were a finger length away, and getting closer. I had never been jealous of Kate, but there were plenty of times I imagined Jacob between my legs, or over me, or under. Particularly these recent few months, he had been a regular presence in my completely imaginary sex life. I didn't want to steal him permanently, but a quick borrow for a jump in the sack had been a regular fantasy to support my fingers during those personal moments.  

And support them it did. My main thoughts of him lately were about fingers and tongues and nipples and lips and his enormous stiff cock. In reality I knew his cock was normal size (Kate and I cover lots of subjects in our Girl Talk sessions), but in my imagination it was extra. Not so big it would hurt, of course, just the right size. And now, was part of my fantasy happening in real life? The part with the fingers? With Kate right there? It didn't seem right. It didn't even seem possible. In my state what it seemed was inevitable.

Meanwhile his fingers were creeping closer to my shorts. Close enough that surely he could feel the heat radiating from my vagina. Inches away. Tracing slow circles on my inner thigh, closer, further, closer. Tempting, denying, gently gliding over my skin as I did the same to him. My pussy was leaking juices, wanting him. Another stroke, closer still. Brushing the fabric of my shorts, oh for god's sake Jacob touch me!

And, back down my leg. Not crossing that boundary. I closed my eyes and calmed my breath. I was likely to come instantly if he did touch me, and I would definitely be leaving a wet spot on their sofa. Oh god, can Kate smell my arousal? I ventured a look. Nope, still being entertained by the TV and nursing her wine. Thank heavens for a fruity bouquet.

I took the lead again. While he continued his little circles on my flesh, halfway down my thigh, miles from where I wanted him, I went back to dragging my fingernails back and forth along the full length of his. All the way up to the top, making contact with his shorts, across the top of his leg, right at the edge of the material, and... What I wanted would be a lot less awkward with my other hand. I turned toward him slightly and rested my right hand on his leg.  

Kate looked over at us snuggling from her position on his other side. "You two are so cute!" she said, nuzzling up to him on that side. "You love this, don't you J?" He nodded enthusiastically. Kate laughed. "I'm so glad we decided to do this. How about you, Cyn? Are you having as much fun as I am?" All I could do was nod. Was I really going to have...? to touch his...? while Kate was right there?

Apparently I was. I was too far gone to stop. But then what? How could either of us orgasm quietly? Or cleanly? Not important! We'd figure something out. Maybe we would stop before we got that far. Reality hit again. Yes, of course that's what we would do. And I could go to the bathroom to finish myself off. Or in bed after they'd gone to sleep. Or both. Except shit, we were all going to sleep on the futon down here like a bunch of hippies. It had sounded like such a great idea earlier. A whole night sleeping next to Jacob! Now I was wishing for some privacy when we went to bed.  

Jacob's hand started its long trip back up my leg, and I jerked back to the present. I wasn't going to stop. Not yet. My right hand on his thigh began moving, a slow but direct path sliding my fingertips up to his shorts. It was time for the next step, and see how he reacted. I slipped two fingers under the fabric, tracing across the top of his thigh. An inch from his cock? Less? His hand stopped, squeezed my leg, waited. But didn't withdraw. I slid my fingers out from his shorts, across the top of his thigh, tracing the lower edge of the cloth slowly down between his legs. I felt him twitch. Further down. He was holding his breath. I kept going. Further still, slowly, until I felt warm flesh on the back of my hand through his shorts. My mind collapsed into the sensations in my fingers. Creeping further, I turned my hand around. I was holding his balls.

It was happening. I started gently massaging him through the fabric, intoxicated by the feel of his warm scrotum in my fingers. My mind was twisting into knots. After all these years of dreaming, I was touching him. Was this supposed to happen? Had I gone too far? He answered by putting his hand on my shorts. He pressed down softly, tickling my mound through the silky material.

His balls squirmed in their sack as I traced my fingernails over his flesh. His hand crept lower, I spread my legs further, and three fingers reached my pussy, separated from it by only a thin layer of damp fabric. He pressed inward, and one finger slid between my wet outer lips. My juices were seeping through the material, coating his finger as he slid up and down.  

My hand stole upward from his balls, finding the base of his rod. It was firm and hot, and felt as thick as in my imagination. I caught it between my thumb and forefinger and squeezed lightly, caressing the root of his shaft with slow, short strokes, while his finger slid up and down over my shorts, pressing them between my dripping labia. Down to my opening, then back up to the top. He started tracing little circles around my clit, and fire flashed through my body. Down my legs to my toes, up my belly, to my nipples, to my face. I was glad it was dark, because surely I was flushed. I needed him to touch my skin.

As if hearing my thoughts, he moved upward, drawing a trail across my belly with his slippery fingers. Tracing the top of my shorts back and forth, warming and tickling the bottom of my exposed belly. I expanded my motions on his cock, dragging my fingernails across the fabric of his shorts. He made little circles around my navel, and back down. It felt glorious, but my midriff was not where his touch was needed. I took his hand and pushed it downward until his fingers were at my shorts. I pressed it gently against my plump belly until it formed the delightful gap between skin and waistband that would allow him in. Under the elastic he went, slipping gradually downward. I needed his fingers on my clit, between my lips, inside me. Slowly, achingly he crept on, exciting my skin, titillating the upper edge of my bush. Edging so slowly toward my desperate vulva. I squirmed as Tim Curry burst into my head talking about antici...

Jacob's Story

The night was going better than I had expected. I hadn't been sure how Cyndi would react to me massaging her leg, but she was evidently enjoying it. We'd been playing friends-with-flirts for years, and lately she had been getting a lot more physical. Lots of touches on the arm, making contact when sitting next to me, rubbing my shoulders while standing behind me. It had been nearly a year since she broke up with her last boyfriend, and I think she was feeling the lack of intimacy. She's always been keen on physical contact, and I had to assume a year without sex was hard for her. Honestly I was worried about her, and was hoping as her best friend to supply some of that missing physical touch.

I had mentioned my thinking to Kate a month or so ago, but we hadn't come to any decision at the time. Kate is the love of my life, and has never been jealous about Cyndi and me flirting with each other like randy high-schoolers. It's all in fun, and has never extended to anything physical. Maybe an occasional touch on the arm or shoulder squeeze. Or butt-grab. Cyndi does have a butt that's soft and full and perfect for grabbing. Okay, so a little physical, but nothing overtly sexual.

Kate and I fit together almost perfectly, and she knows Cyndi would drive me nuts as a permanent partner. And she knows I know it. Cyndi is a lot of fun and a good friend, and I while wouldn't kick her out of bed if I caught her driving my nuts, she's no threat to Kate and me. Even during the last few months, as she had become more physical with me, it had still been friendly teasing. But she clearly needed more of the human touch. And I wanted to give her what she needed, if that's what she needed. But in terms of details, I didn't know what should or would happen.

Fast-forward to this weekend. We had decided to invite Cyndi over for a marathon of movies and slumber party, and maybe a shoulder rub or whatever. I didn't expect more than that, but I'd be lying if I said I wasn't imagining it might go further. Imagining, or hoping for? To be honest, I had envisioned a few scenarios that involved her ending up naked. But it was only fantasy. I figured if I was lucky I would get to gently touch her thighs and make her discreetly wet, and she could finish herself later.

So I guess I was lucky. We had been petting under the blanket for the last 10 minutes, caressing each other's legs and slowly ramping up the level of excitement. I was basking in the sensation of how smooth and warm her thigh was under my fingers. And she was not only allowing it, but responding to my touch. The goosebumps were not because she was cold. She had dressed to show off her charms, and her pajamas were more useful for exposing her than keeping her warm. They were barely pajamas, for that matter, covering only her pubic area and her tits. And not doing a particularly great job of that; the coolth of the downstairs had made her nipples deliciously perky. And her belly was completely uncovered by her short top. Over the years since we were in college, her body had filled out to a perfect level of roundness, and her skimpy PJs showed more of it than I had ever seen. I love Kate's athletic frame, but if I'm being honest Cyndi's curves are even more physically attractive.

And now we were under a blanket on the sofa, petting each other's legs, and she was following every move I made. Or was I following her? I was caressing the uppermost part of her inner thigh, about as close to her shorts as I could get without touching them. No more than an inch from her crotch, and her response had been to part her legs and drag her fingernails along mine.  

She had already had to cover a gasp, when I had first touched her belly. I started hoping it wouldn't be the last time her response to my touch made her louder than she meant to be. Images of her screaming in joy thrust themselves into my brain. But I was getting ahead of myself; it was just light petting, and might not go any further. Probably wouldn't. Still, it was obviously more than simple friendly teasing. I had already had to rearrange myself to allow for some expansion in my shorts.

I decided to be bolder and lightly touch her pajama bottoms, hoping I wasn't going too far. But before I could work up my nerve, she slipped her fingers under the leg of my shorts and started stroking me there. Maybe she was going for my dick! I twitched, then relaxed and let her continue, enjoying her touch on my flesh. No, she moved her hand out of my shorts and down, sliding between my legs. Disappointing, but expected. I was hard under my boxers, and the position of her hand so close to them was sparking thoughts of her fingers wrapped around my erection. And then back up my thigh, and suddenly she was brushing my balls with the back of her hand. My disappointment reformed itself into desire. I crossed the same boundary from the other side, moving my hand to her shorts, fingers resting lightly over her mound.  

The situation was awkward due to how we were sitting, but I didn't want to spoil the moment by repositioning. My arm was resting on her voluptuous belly, her silky skin warm against mine, my elbow pressing against her breasts. I could feel her nipple through the fabric of her top, while my hand caressed her curly hairs through her pajama bottoms.

The feeling was so hypnotizing I didn't notice she had turned her hand around and started fondling my balls. I felt like a teenager with my first girl in the back of my parents' SUV. This was far beyond what I had expected or hoped for. And she was getting ahead of me again. I slipped my fingers further down over her shorts until they were right against her pussy. She was as wet as I was hard. Her fluids were soaking through the material and making my fingers slippery. I stroked her slowly, sliding my middle finger between her lips. The material separating us was so flimsy it might as well not have been there. In which case...

I moved upwards. My elbow grazed her breasts again. I stopped when my fingers reached her bud, making slow circles. She was squirming under my hand now, and a quiet whimper escaped. Kate glanced over at her, but didn't say anything. I withdrew from her clitoris and began stroking the velvety skin of her belly, side to side, up and around her navel, back down to her shorts, back to her belly. Too much teasing at last; she grabbed my hand and moved it back down to her shorts, pressing it gently against her yielding flesh and sliding my fingers under her waistband. I took over, easing slowly downwards toward her goal. My goal. As my fingers stole through her short curly hairs, I realized her hand was on my cock, gently stroking the base. When did that happen? She was staying one step ahead of me the whole way to... wherever this was going. Where was this going, with Kate right there?

Then Cyndi was dragging her fingers over my boxers along the length of my penis. She could play with me through fabric if she wanted, but my fingers wanted direct contact. I slid further under her shorts and touched her clit. She gasped quickly, then yawned and stretched again to cover. I stifled a laugh and glanced over at Kate.

"Don't fall asleep yet, Cyn!" Kate said.  

"No, I'm fine! Everything's great." Cyndi replied. I squeezed Kate's leg with my left hand and smiled.

We had just reached the end of a movie. "How about I make some popcorn?" Kate suggested. "We need popcorn." She paused the playback.

"Yes!" Cyndi and I said in unison.

Kate laughed, and asked "One bowl or two?"

"Maybe you better make three," I answered. "One for each of us."

"Okay, but that'll take a while," she said, holding my gaze for a second. Cyndi and I held as still as we could while Kate climbed out from under the blanket. "I'll be back in about 15 minutes. I hope you can entertain yourselves until then."

"No problem," I croaked.  

She gave us one last look and disappeared up the stairs. I was sure she wiggled her butt more than necessary as she walked. Her exercise pants molded tightly to her lithe body as she climbed the steps, and she does look especially good from behind. But I had someone else at the front of my mind. And the tip of my finger. My god, this was really happening!

When Kate had disappeared around the corner, Cyndi and I looked at each other and giggled like schoolchildren. I pulled my hand out of her shorts.

"What are you doing? Don't stop!" she blurted.  

"Just switching hands." I turned toward her and placed my left hand on her belly. It was soft and inviting. She looked at me with hunger in her eyes.

"Are you sure this is okay?" she asked.

"Do you want me to stop?" 

She shook her head no. I looked into her eyes and slipped my hand into her shorts.

Kate's Story

Something was definitely happening on the other half of the sofa. I could hear wet sounds and uneven breathing, and every now and then the whole couch jerked a little. Cyndi's head was back and her eyes were closed, paying no attention at all to the movie on the screen. And the scent of arousal had filled the room. I was pretty sure my boyfriend had his fingers in my best friend's pussy. The night was going as planned.

Well, "planned" is a bit of an overstatement. The goal was to cheer Cyndi up, by whatever means we could. I was certain it would involve sexual release, while Jacob didn't believe she would go that far. Right again, Kate!

I found myself surprised at how much the thought of J making her come was turning me on. I love Cyndi, we both do. And as far as I was concerned, the entire point of inviting her for the weekend was to get her off at least once. And maybe Jacob as well, if it happened that way. But Cyndi was the guest of honor, even if she didn't know it yet. I knew she needed release, and Jacob and I were both willing to make it happen in whatever way she wanted. Eager, maybe, is a better word. Our sex life hasn't been entirely vanilla, but it had never extended beyond the two of us. This was a new experience for us. It was definitely meant for her benefit, but now that it was happening I was starting to question the purity of our motives. Were we truly doing it for her? Still, we were only a couple hours into the evening and from the sound of it the primary goal was moments away from happening, so apparently the plan was working as desired.

Jacob turned to me briefly and squeezed my thigh with his free hand. I figured that was my signal. "I'm off to make some popcorn!" I said, "Don't have too much fun while I'm gone." Or something like that. I was too excited to remember what I was saying. I do recall wiggling more than necessary as I climbed the stairs to the kitchen. And hoping it was dark enough that Cyndi couldn't see the wet spot between my legs. Maybe workout pants hadn't been the best choice.  

Or maybe they had. I wiggled again as I rounded the corner out of view.

Cyndi and Jacob have been flirting with each other as long as we've known her. For some reason it never bothered me. No, I do know the reason. Reasons. I'm not the possessive type, and it was cute how they found ways to tease each other. And she and Jacob both knew they wouldn't work as a long-term couple. To start with, her inability to arrive anywhere on time would make him crazy. Besides, who was I to argue when she got Jacob's sexual energy cranked up and he brought it home to me? But I was feeling bad for Cyndi lately, since she hadn't had anyone to relieve her sexual tension for a year. Nobody to suck on those perky tits, with those bitable nipples? Nobody to make her scream in joy by licking her juicy...

Okay, whoa. I was getting ahead of myself. And surprised how turned on I was getting from thinking about her and Jacob together.  

I'd noticed she had been flirting with him more than usual lately, and touching him at the slightest excuse. For the past couple months it seemed like her hands were always on his arm, or his shoulders, or his butt. Short touches, but lots of them. Which was fine with me. More than fine; it was sexy.

I had mentioned it to Jacob a month or so ago. We agreed she was definitely more of a tease lately. "She probably tells you things she doesn't tell me," he had said. "Has she said anything about being particularly, well, horny? Cause it seems like she is."

"She hasn't said anything. You think she's turning into a nympho?" 

"No, not a nympho, geez!" he had answered. Then, "I mean, kind of? You're better at, I dunno, reading people? So yeah no, not a nympho. Just, lately, well, I feel like she would jump my bones if you weren't around."

"She probably would," I had said. "Does it bother you?"

"Not at all! I mean, not for me. I feel bad for her though. Cause you are around."

"Well, did you want to do something about it?"

"I just, I hate to think of her frustrated all the time, is all." He wasn't getting my meaning.

"You sure that's all? You haven't exactly been discouraging all that teasing."

He blushed a little. "What are you saying?"

"I'm asking if she's getting to you. She's been touching you a lot. And she's a very sexy woman."

"Are you asking if I'm hot for her?"

"That's what I'm asking." Finally he got it.

"Well, maybe I am, a little."

"How little?"

"I'm not really sure. Maybe kind of a lot. I don't know." He's so cute when he's flustered.

"I'll take that as a yes. So, same question again. Do you want to do something about it?"

"You mean like...? No! I love you, Kate! Cyndi is only a friend. I don't--"

I cut him off. "Sshh, it's okay. I just thought you should think about how you feel and what to do. We should think about what to do. We both want Cyn to be happy."

We didn't talk about it again for two weeks. Time enough for me to fret over my feelings. The thought of the two of them together was exciting me in ways I couldn't figure out. Transference? Was it a way for me to have sex with her vicariously without being a lesbian? No, that didn't make sense. I'm not a prude or homophobic; some of my favorite Girl Talk sessions with Cyndi involved her tales of sleeping with women. I decided not to overanalyze it and just go with my feeling. I wanted Jacob to have some kind of sex with her. Not all the way, but fingering maybe?

Jacob brought the question up again. "I was thinking about what you said a couple weeks ago, that we both want Cyndi to be happy. Did you mean you're hot for her too?"

"'Too'? So you are hot for her?" I dodged.

"You're not answering my question." He grabbed my ass and pulled me against him.

I could feel how excited he was. "Oh, you're definitely hot for someone." I rubbed my hand over his crotch.

"Still not answering."

"Okay, for serious." I pulled him down next to me on the couch and took a deep breath. "No, I don't think so. I mean, I've never had sex with a woman, plus she's my best friend. It would be weird." I paused. "She is hot though."

"So you might want to?" he asked hopefully.

"I... No, I don't think so. Anyway we're talking about you. She turns you on, right?"

"Yeah, she does. But I love you, Kate! I'm not gonna--"

"Shh. It's okay. And it seems like she feels the same about you, so--"

"We don't know that!" He interrupted me. "She could just be horny in general and we happen to be around to see it. We don't know that she likes me that way."

I rolled my eyes. "'Likes me that way'? What are you, in high school? J, she's been flirting with you for years and you don't think she 'likes you that way'?"

"That's just playing! But okay, say she does."

"Okay, I say she does."

"So then what? Are you saying... you want me to have sex with her?" He asked.

"Well no. Not sex sex anyway but... If she wanted it, and I were okay with it, would you want to?"

He paused, searching my face. "She is beautiful..."

"Is that a yes?"

"Um, yes?"

"Okay," I said, relieved. "Because I think she needs it. Or needs something."

"So, like what?" he asked. "You mean like oral sex? Would you actually be okay with that?"

"Yes. Maybe... more than okay," I admitted.

His eyes lit up. "Oh!"

I just looked at him with love.

"Okay. Uh... okay!" he said, warming to the idea. "So, how do I do that? Start with petting, and see what happens? Like in high school?"

I laughed. "Just like in high school!"

He relaxed, back in his comfortable place: problem-solving. "Okay! First question: where?"

"Why not here? The thought of you being with her in our house is... makes me warm."

"I like making you warm. So, do you want to watch? Or join?" he asked.

I wasn't sure what my answer was. "I told you I don't have the hots for her."

"Did you though? I don't think you ever specifically said that. But okay, what are the rules? We need rules."

"You're so good!" I said. "I love you!" I leaned over and kissed him. He kissed me back, his tongue snaking between my lips. A warmth began to grow between my thighs. I put my hand on his leg and slid it up to his crotch. "You're excited, aren't you?" I could feel him beginning to grow.

He slipped his hands under my shirt. My nipples stiffened against his fingers. "And what about you?" he asked. "Are you sure you aren't hoping to slip your fingers into her pussy?" His bulge hardened more as he said it.

"Whoa, hang on!" I broke the kiss. "We have work to do first." 

We talked about what we wanted and what we thought was safe, physically and emotionally. Before long we had written down a list of rules, to be revisited and amended after the the first experience:

1. No Penis-In-Vagina sex

2. Jacob makes the first move

3. After that, let Cyndi lead

4. No watching or joining in (unless overridden by rule #3)

"Nice short list." He looked at it studiously. "So, anal is okay." More a statement than a question.

"Oh my god, Jacob." I thought a moment. "I mean, yeah, I guess. If she asks for it why not?"

"Yes!" He pumped his fist, laughing. "Wait, really?"

"Yes." I was shaking with... something. Nervousness? Anticipation? Was this really going to happen? We had talked about trying anal, but I'd always been too nervous to actually do it.

"What about kissing?" he asked.

"Absolutely! Kissing is highly encouraged."

He looked surprised. "You're not worried that'll be... make me fall in love with her or something?"

"Nope." Not a gram of doubt in my voice.

"That's a lot of trust. Thank you."

"I guess, but mostly I know what kind of woman you want at home, and I know you know she ain't it. She doesn't even like Firefly."

"Fair point. It's true though, you have nothing to worry about."

"Damn right I don't. Now take me to bed."

"Work, work, work."

An hour or so later, we got back to planning. We decided to invite Cyndi over for a weekend-long slumber party. We would set up our futon on the floor of the rec room, find the DVD player and make sure it still worked, watch some movies until late, and let her choose what happened beyond that.

"It's kind of cold down there," I pointed out.

"All the better for nipples!"

"Oh my god J, you're such a horndog. You know she'll probably wear thick flannel pajamas anyway. She knows it's cold downstairs. Hmm, or does she? Has she ever been down there?" I paused. "She does have really nice nipples though. Anyway, I'll make sure we have plenty of blankets."

And now the weekend was under way. We had both underestimated how ready she was. We hadn't even been under the blanket for an hour and I was already upstairs making popcorn while my boyfriend and best friend were having their first sexual experience with each other. And we had the whole rest of the weekend for more. Maybe I would get to watch. The thought was getting more exciting.

The noise of the popper made it impossible to hear what was happening downstairs, but my imagination filled in the details. Was that laughter? Were they kissing? Were they fucking? No, I could absolutely count on Jacob to keep to the rules. Wait, he could be fucking her ass, that was legal. Oh god, they'd only started; of course he wasn't fucking her ass. Yet. But he might later, if she likes that. I know she's talked about fingers, but did she ever have a guy put his... No, no ass-thoughts; popcorn. I stared at my fingers as I twisted the lid off the jar. Jacob has such talented fingers. He was probably fingering her, like he was earlier. Only now with her shorts around her ankles for better access. And no need to stay quiet. Or, now that her shorts are off he could be licking her pussy! Was that a cry of joy? Oh, he has such a good tongue. Maybe she's sucking his dick. Is he moaning? I could barely think straight. Okay, popcorn goes in the popper. Butter goes in the tray. Press the button. Is he pressing her cute little button, making her squirm? Stop! I needed to give them some time. And there was one other thing I needed. I peeled down my pants, leaned back against the counter, and put my hand between my legs.

Cyndi's Story

... pation! Jacob's hand slipped into my shorts and his finger touched my clit. Finally! Just when I thought I couldn't take any more, Kate had gone to make popcorn, leaving me alone with Jacob. Then he pulled his hand back out and I was alone in the void again. I begged him not to stop.

He didn't. He was just rearranging, switching to his left hand, so his fingers could enter me more deeply. I yanked the blanket off us, revealing the tip of his cock poking out of his shorts. I tugged on them but our position was too awkward to get them down very far. I teased his tip for a moment, but his hand was in my shorts and his middle finger was sliding between my labia. I moaned quietly and melted into a puddle. And I mean that literally; I had never been so wet and ready. The sofa was going to need cleaning. His thumb circled my sensitive nubbin while his fingers teased my opening, circling around the edge but never penetrating me. My heart was beating like a teenager making out under the bleachers. "I'm going to be really loud in about 30 seconds," I warned. Upstairs the popcorn popper started up, and we smiled at each other. "Do you think she'll really be 15 minutes?" I asked.

"She takes popcorn very seriously."

I laughed out loud. "Okay, then put your damMMMMM--" Before I could finish, two fingers pushed into me, slippery and hot, curling against the front of my vagina. He was grasping my whole pubis, his thumb against my clitoris on the outside and fingers inside pressing against my g spot. Good fingers. Good thumb. Stimulating me inside and out, further stoking my fire. The tip of his penis was warm in my fingers, and a wave was rolling in to shore between my legs. My breathing was short and vocal. "Oh, yes, keep--" I couldn't finish. He curled his fingers. Maybe I could finish. He pressed down on my clit with his thumb. I was going to finish. He leaned over and lightly bit my nipple through the pajama top. I finished.

The wave broke, flooding my entire body, sparks jumping from my clitoris, air shimmering in my lungs, the earth moving under my convulsing thighs, my nipples straining toward the sky. I cried out, arching my back against his hand, my body lifting off the sofa. Another wave followed as his fingers thrust into me again. My legs were shaking, I couldn't breathe. Again into me, and again, and again, and still I kept coming. Gasping, shuddering, releasing a year of waiting. One more spasm surged through me. My eyes opened as I started to breathe again. He returned my gaze, clamped his thumb harder against my clit, and I orgasmed again. A year of waiting? A decade. All the time I'd known him, I had needed this without knowing. Ages of wanting, and here he was, his mouth on my nipple, his fingers inside me. I convulsed once more at that thought.

A thousand years later, my body returned. I slumped onto the sofa, trembling and drained. He smiled at me, slowly slipped his fingers out, leaned over and kissed me. Oh god, I needed that too. I wrapped my arms around his head and pulled him to me, losing myself in the serenity of his mouth on mine. His tongue brushed my lips. I parted them and let him in. We lovingly explored each other's mouths as he ran his fingers through my hair. I stroked his back as I slowly recovered from the deepest orgasm I'd ever had. He broke the kiss, gently stroking my cheek. "Feel better?" he asked.

"Oh my god, yes! You have no idea how much I needed that. I had no idea how much I needed that!"

He smiled, a disheveled angel in the half-light, and kissed me again, strong and caring. When we were finished, I asked if he was still okay.

He licked my secretions off his fingers and smiled. "Yes. Very much."

"I mean you and Kate." He touched my lips with his finger. It smelled like satisfaction.  

"Everything is fine."

I glanced toward his lap. "How much of our 15 minutes is left?" I asked.

"About 14 minutes."

"No, really."

"Yes really. It took you about two seconds to come."

"Oh. Yeah, I guess I did." As my body recovered, desire was creeping in again. "Good, plenty of time left for you." His shorts were halfway down and his still-hard penis was poking amusingly out the top. I giggled, and grabbed his shorts with both hands as he raised his hips to let me pull them down properly. After years (years!) of imagination, the fantasy was real. Here was his erect cock, no longer a vision in my dreams, but solid and firm and real in front of me, standing proud and waiting for my touch. "Nice," was all I could say as I reached for it.

There was a drop of clear liquid on the tip. I gathered it with my finger and brought it to my mouth. I licked it off, luxuriating in the flavor. It tasted of lust, salty and slippery. I returned my finger to him and slid it slowly down the full length of his shaft. It twitched satisfyingly. I sighed. "Beautiful." The warmth continued to grow inside me. I needed to touch him, stroke him, squeeze him, make him come.

I grasped the base in my hand, stroking him with the same slow motions as earlier, but now skin to skin. So much better without shorts in the way. He was warm and firm and soft and smooth and so inviting between my fingers. The fire in my chest started glowing again as I saw him react to my touch. The intake of breath, the quivering of his penis as I slowly worked it. My other hand moved to the tip, forming a crown of fingertips around the head. More precum was leaking out, shiny and slippery. I pressed my fingers against him slowly, letting him thrust lightly between them. I stroked him gently, allowing just the tip in and out of my wet finger-pussy.  

He closed his eyes and laid his head back, then opened them and turned to me with a look of pure desire. I returned his gaze, staring into his eyes as I stroked his rigid penis. He thrust upward, wanting more, but I pulled back.  

"Do you have to tease?" he complained, his voice ragged. I smiled and continued stroking, tip and root, up and down. Slowly. Lightly. Gently. Little moans escaped him, punctuating the quiet squishy sounds my fingers were making on his penis.

"Did you want me to stop?" I offered. I was being bad, and I knew he loved it.

He didn't answer, just kept staring into my eyes with need written across his face. I moved my right hand to his testicles, massaging them like I had earlier. Also better without fabric in the way. Before, I had been bursting with nervousness: should I touch him at all? Was it too much? Now here he was, his balls moving in my palm as I confidently teased the end of his rod. Up and off the tip, then back, surrounding it with my fingers, slippery with his liquid. Down an inch, my thumb tracing slow circles around his frenulum. Twitching and a moan. Back up and off, down again. His breathing was strained. I had him under my control, and it was glorious.  

Keeping my left hand on his glans, I used my right to begin massaging him below the balls, pressing against his flesh in small circles. Another moan. I tightened my left hand and slid it all the way down his shaft. A gasp. The heat in my chest continued to grow. I reveled in the glorious reality of his penis, wet with his juices, more liquid oozing out the end. So irresistible, shiny, slippery, and delicious.

I had to taste him. Without thinking, I slid my left hand down to the base, exposing the gleaming head. As if in a trance, I leaned down and took him into my mouth. His breath caught, and he thrust up to meet me. No more teasing. I engulfed him deeply, at last drinking in the cock I had dreamed of for so long. Years of hunger converged inside me. I needed to finish him, to hear his cries as he ejaculated in my mouth, to taste his warm semen and swallow it down. His flesh filled my mouth, warm, slick, and salty. I stroked his length with my lips, from a light kiss on the tip to as deep as I could take him. His breath quickened. I moved slowly, wrapped my thumb and finger around his root, pressed harder below his balls, tightened my lips around his shaft, stroked with my fingers, moving faster as his moans grew, sucking him deep, up, down, up, down.  

He cried out, shuddered, and filled my mouth with a gush of warm liquid. I kept squeezing, stroking, sucking. "Cyndi!" he gasped. Another jet of cum, and another. I gloried in the taste of his spurting cream. Pride, relief, joy. I had given him this orgasm. Not in imagination, for real. Wordless groans. Shudders. More thick liquid filling my mouth. I swallowed, squeezed, stroked. Another tremor, another surge of cum. Another swallow. Still sucking, still stroking. Another groan. More jizz. I swallowed again.  

At last his spasms subsided. I squeezed his shaft firmly with my lips and slid upward, urging the last of his cum into my mouth. One final swallow and lick around the tip, and I reluctantly pulled off, letting his softening dick flop onto his belly, still twitching.

I figured we had about 13 minutes left, so I took my time. I held his balls in my hand and enjoyed the scent of him. Looking up at his face, I gently kissed his penis up and down its length. It was sticky and soft, and smelled of sex.

Aglow with love and warmth, I raised my head from his lap and brought my lips to his. We held each other like that, our arms wrapped around each other in a tender kiss.  

"That... Wow!" he said.  

"Sounds about right," I replied.

He exhaled deeply. "I think that was the best blowjob I've ever had."

"Better than Kate's?" I asked as devilishly as I could manage. Inside I was glowing.

"Don't tell her, but, um, maybe."

"Really? Well, thanks! You did seem to enjoy it."

"I think it was probably the anticipation," he said. I winked at Tim Curry in my head. "I was so ready."

"You sure were. It took you about two seconds to come."

He laughed.

"It may be the best blowjob I've ever given, too," I said.

"Any better and someone might die of orgasm."

"Can you die of orgasm? In two seconds?" I grinned at him.

"I think the actual orgasm lasted longer than that."

"Sure did. That was about a gallon of cum!" I agreed. "Oh, speaking of which..." There was one final dribble leaking out the tip of his limp penis. "Let me clean that up for you." I bent down and sucked him back into my mouth, slowly licking him clean and savoring the last drop. I sucked as languorously as I could, not wanting to leave his beautiful cock alone.

"Do you actually like cum?" He asked doubtfully. I nodded, his dick still in my mouth. "I thought girls didn't like the taste. Kate certainly doesn't."

I let him out with a plop. "Oh god, does she not let you come in her mouth?"

"No, she does. Cause she loves me. But she doesn't lick off the last bits like that, for instance. You seem like you honestly enjoy it."

"It's the best part!" He looked unconvinced. "Okay, maybe not the best best. But yes, I do like it."

"It doesn't taste gross? Even in Kate's pussy I don't like it."

"It does taste kind of funky," I admitted. "Earthy? But, I dunno, I guess I associate it with fun times, so I've grown to enjoy it. To me it tastes like orgasm. And who doesn't like orgasm?"

He laughed.  

"Taste and smell is funny that way isn't it? Like, for a long time I enjoyed the smell of diesel exhaust because it smelled like an airport, which reminded me of flying off somewhere fun."

"But you don't any more?"

"No. That changed."

"So you might stop liking cum someday?"

"I doubt that. Diesel smells like destruction of the planet to me now."

He laughed again. "Okay, my to-do list now includes 'hide any evidence that cum causes global warming'. Anyway, I'm really glad you enjoy the taste, that was spectacular!"

We sat still for a moment, enjoying each other's presence and the after-sex glow.

"Oh, and, uh, sorry I didn't warn you," he said.

"Don't worry, I could tell. That wasn't my first rodeo." 

"Blowdeo?" he suggested. I punched him on the shoulder. "Anyway, we should clean up before Kate gets back."

I was reminded of that part of the situation. "Are you still okay after that? You two."

"Yes." He took a breath, then paused.

"Yes? Is there more?"

"How about you?" he asked, with a look of concern.

"Me? I'm fine. I'm not going to try to steal you from Kate, if that's what you're asking."

"I mean we're still good as friends?"

"I love you just as much as always, friend. The benefits are an extra."

He laughed.

"And you're sure you're good?" I asked again.

"I promise."

We ran to the bathroom to wash the smell of sex off our hands. There was nothing to be done about the wet spot on the sofa where I had been sitting. And the scent in the room was... well hopefully the butter on the popcorn would cover that. At least I had finished him in my mouth, or the whole sofa would have been soaked in jizz.  

By the time Kate got back, we were chastely sitting under the blanket.  

"I could definitely use some popcorn!" Jacob said.

"Well I'm glad I went upstairs then," Kate replied.

"Me too. Very glad." I added.

She unpaused the movie and crawled under the blanket with us. "Okay, let's have some fun!"

~~to be continued~~