Still My Friend, Right?

Q should've been my man, and not Downey.

"I need you," I texted him on a Saturday afternoon.

"What you need me fah," he replied.

"To fix something," I told him.

"Where Downey at, LOL," he replied.

Downey was my boyfriend who was best friends with, "Q," short for Quincy. Downey and I were together five years, but finished at a phase where we just didn't care for each other, or were just tired of one another. Downey started stepping out, and I was just looking, when Q came into my view.

"Stick it out Dee. Everything will work out," Q would tell me whenever I vented to him.

He'd become my friend and like a true one he didn't take sides, despite knowing Downey for a longer period of time. One day I advised Q of my pending departure from Downey, and he'd help me move my stuff into another apartment as I officially left Downey alone. I went through it the first few weeks as I poured my heart and soul into Downey, and Q proved to be the shoulder I needed to cry on, giving sound advice, yet still remaining objective to keep his loyalty in both directions.

"I respect you enough not to cross that line with you," Q told me when I reached out randomly.

Maybe it was the rain, or me just being lonely to make me want to reach out to Downey's closest friend. I didn't feel I was being vindictive as much as addressing a need, for I knew Q, like me, was single, and not seeing anyone regularly.

"This has nothing to do with Downey," I told him.

"You're his ex," he messaged.

"And by his ex, meaning he's already working on the next," I replied in jest.

Q needed to know that he was the one I should've been with on that night me and Downey met. We were at a skating party of a mutual friend, and I was feeling good with some other friends, and caught the eye of both of them. Q was shy, Downey wasn't, and he would make the first move that landed me on my back the same night, getting pummeled by that sweet meat of Downey's. We became regulars and would often meet out on the town, and Q was always near, whether it been him dropping Downey off at my place, or me coming to Downey's. When I moved in with Downey, Q was there temporarily as he needed a place to crash, and so Q caught many nights where Downey was wearing me out in the bedroom. Some of those nights had my mind wandering to Q, with me wondering what it'd feel like to get fucked by Downey's best boy. I thought of all this while Q and I went back and forth, with me thinking I had a chance for him to continue to text back and forth. I ended up calling him.

"I need you," I said.

"No bro," he replied. "No way in hell I can fuck my homeboy's ex."

"So you're thinking about it," I asked.

He got quiet.

"Boy, can you handle all this ass anyway," I inquired.

I had Downey measure the circumference of this butt of mine, and the tape resulted in 40 inches. My genes didn't allow for me to have a slender, solid ass, for all of my family is big boned, and I took pride in having a nice rump.

"You probably can't handle this pussy," I baited. "Downey said you like 'em slim."

"Me liking 'em slim don't mean I won't break your back out," he said. "Watch yourself."

"Prove worthy," I told him as we exchanged words.

I had Q right where I wanted him, and that was him being enticed enough to take a drive to my place.

"I'd swallow that little dick up anyway," I added.

Q rose to the challenge to show he was more than a fly-dressing pretty boi. Two hours after we asstalked, Q was walking through my front door and was trying to wrap his hands around this ass of mine. I was on my tip toes trying to kiss this fine, black specimen while he parted my ass cheeks, and made me feel like the bitch I was. I'd bring him inside and fix his favorite drink, and would pour myself a cup as we sat on the couch vibing.

"This won't supposed to happen," I told him.

"But it is," he replied. "And ain't nothing gon' stop it either."

Either of us weren't worried of Downey, and I made sure Q parked his truck in the closed garage. We drank and talked, with Q charming me enough to give me goosebumps and want to jump his bones.

"You sure about this," he asked me before he stood up.

He undid his belt, then his zipper before pulling his jeans to the floor and showing off that floppy dick.

"Why your eyes so big," he asked me.

I was amazed by how long it was, and how fat, for Q easily doubled Downey with the length of a regular ruler. Q walked closer, and I was licking my lips to keep from slobbering on myself. He stood in front of me and I grabbed that thing by the base, and it was half my hand's circumference in girth. I looked up at him with a smile.

"Gobble up," he said, and I did just that, putting my lips on the tip.

I took the shaft in, and closed my eyes as I needed to focus on this thick sausage. Q was an upgrade entirely from Downey, from mannerisms, to his gorgeous body, and the piece attached. I sucked on Q and heard thunder, and felt his hand rubbing through my locs as he massaged my scalp. This encounter rose from tryst, to a moment of intimacy as I felt I couldn't pleasure him enough.

"My turn," he said as he pulled out of my mouth.

I knew what he meant, and so I got up, and laid back on the sectional to purposely spread my legs wide before he applied that tongue across my hole. I was on fire the moment I felt that pink device swipe my rosebud, as Q ate my ass so good making that tongue brush my walls, and my flap. He had me sucking my own tits for I was so turned on from the actions of that long tongue.

"Deep," he whispered.

Deep was an understatement for at some point he even hit the prostate area, causing me to wince, and make my toes curl while I felt like I was going to cum.

"Downey ain't do you like this," he said as he took a break.

"No, he ain't never do me like this," I told him as he fingered my hole with velocity.

I once again felt like Q was the real one over Downey, and even fell in love with this man as his oral session had me head over heels. I'm vocal, so he felt the need to shut me up by putting that thing down my throat, and hovering over me as we had a "69," with him on top, gyrating his hips over my face while he continued feasting on me.

"That's right, gobble that dick," he told me.

"Q, I'm ready," I winced.

"You ready? Ready for what," he asked sarcastically.

He rose then made me remain where I was while I pulled my legs back to prepare for him. I watched him rub that big dick against my lips, then he pushed in, causing me to wail as he gave inch by inch. I looked up at Q while he looked at me with a serious face, and still pushing that dick in me as my ass opened willingly. I felt every inch through my taut tunnel, to include every vein, every ridge for his cock thickened from the shaft, to the base. He was inside me fully when I felt his big bush surrounding the base, brushing against my balls, and yet I still felt his girth to where it reverberated to my stomach.

"You said you like it deep," he asked.

He leaned over before I got the chance to answer and began sucking my tits, then drove that dick back and forth out of me, making my pussy whistle. Q had me gasping and breathing heavy, and making my hole milk all over that dick for him to ease in and out.

"This the one here," he said as I felt his cock weaving inside me.

He hit the prostate, then the lower side, the left side, and would go deep before repeating this rhythm, and ultimately hitting my sphincter. He leaned upwards and held my feet together to pound me, and made my tight bowl loose. He praised me for being able to handle him, but it was a joy and honor, for he hit the right spots and knew exactly how to fuck.

"Good pussy gets tapped right every time," he said to me.

Right then he dug deeper and faster, and was "hitting it" harder as I whimpered louder. I couldn't stop the climaxing as he nailed me repeatedly, grunting and talking down to me like the slut I was.

"Downey ain't hit it right," he kept telling me as my ex was far from my mind, and I was contemplating Q.

Q just knew how to work me and made me look like a fool baiting him. He worked my big ass, and my big tits to boot with that 12 inch dick. He smacked his slim body harder against mine as now the orgasm raged through my body. Q made me scream as if I was in a horror film, then he pumped me twice before feeling his pulsating dick shed that hot wax deep inside.

"You cum," he asked.

I wasn't sure, but when my legs came down, I had a huge puddle of my own sperm near my navel.

"That never happened before," I told him as I never came on my own.

He'd leave shortly after, with me seeing him drive off down the street in my robe. Q was the true friend that was needed, and he learned his loyalty to a friend wouldn't wilt to his needs.

He and I would meet regularly until he found someone, but I would remain man-less, and the horny slut I'd become.