A Very Helpful Friend

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I couldn’t take my eyes off him. He looked just like my dad. About the same age. Short dark hair and a handsome face. What looked like a fine sculptured torso beneath his shirt. He glanced my way and I was caught staring again. He smiled. I turned away quickly, blushing slightly.

“Who are you looking at?” Gina said. She looked over to where I was staring. She knew straight away. “Oh no! For fucks sake Hannah.”

“What do you mean?” I asked innocently. I ran my fingers through my long dark hair, letting the ponytail drop behind my slender neck and bare shoulders. The simple red dress I was wearing was strapless and square across my chest. I noticed Gina’s eyes run over my neckline and collar bone. I felt my skin flush.

We were best friends. I had known her since secondary school and we knew everything about each other. Every detail, down to our filthiest little secrets. She was also hot as fuck. Slightly taller than me, curvier, and long shining dark black hair. Currently with blue tips. Today she just had on tight black trousers and a simple black vest top, but she still looked incredible.

“He’s with his family,” she said, dragging her eyes up to meet mine. I smiled.

“I don’t know who you’re talking about,” I said. My eyes flicked back his way. Shit was my interest peaking. I couldn’t see a ring on his hand, and I had been watching him. My instincts told me that it wasn’t his wife and kids.

“Whatever,” Gina said.

I watched him get up and go to the toilet. This place wasn’t the best to try and strike up a conversation, so this might be my only chance. As he passed he smiled at me. I nearly moaned. God I was horny. I had been way too busy recently with uni, and it had been a little while, I needed some release from all the stress.

If I timed it right, I thought. Maybe just check him out, maybe get a number. I gave him a minute and stood.

“Just going for a wee,” I said to Gina. She nodded and picked up her drink.

I headed to the toilets, slowing as I neared the disabled toilet. The man appeared out of the men’s. He saw me and walked towards me. I ran my eyes over his body, he looked like he took care of himself. Just like my dad, I thought. I wanted his cock. A switch flicked inside me, one that sometimes didn’t end well.

As he reached me I took his arm and pulled him into the vacated disabled toilet. I closed the door quickly behind us, spun us, and pushed him against the door. He towered over me, I was only 5’3″ so it wasn’t difficult.

“Hi I’m….” he started. His eyes looked down and checked me out. I smiled as he appeared to like what he saw.

“Shut up,” I said. “Is that your partner?”

“No, it’s my sister,” he said, an eyebrow raising. “And my nephews.” I ran my hand over his crotch, feeling the length of him underneath.

“Good,” I replied. I started undoing his trousers and crouched down. My skirt sliding up my thighs and tightening over my pert bum.

I reached in and pulled his semi hard cock out. He moaned softly. It was average size, a good looking cock to be fair. He hardened fully in no time, helped by my hand wrapped around him.

I stroked him for a second before wrapping my lips around it. Taking his cock in, deep down my throat. He groaned.

I imagined it was my dad as I started giving him one of my best blowjobs. My mouth and tongue working on his head and shaft, my hand at the base, squeezing and stroking.

It didn’t take long before he erupted down my throat. I swallowed all of him down hungrily. Every last drop. I loved the feeling of cum as it slid down my throat.

When I had milked him dry, I stood. I gave him a peck on the cheek, reached around him to open the door and he moved out the way. I left without a word. I imagine, leaving him standing there with his softening cock dangling.

I headed to the women’s for a piss. As I sat down I examined how wet I was. I was so aroused I was practically dripping. I wanted to touch myself but resisted. The taste of cum was still fresh in my mouth.

Gina was annoyed with me when I got back, she could see on my face I had been up to something. To be honest I was annoyed with myself too. I just couldn’t help it though.

She knew me better than anyone else, but she still struggled sometimes with my actions. It was almost like I was a Jekyll and Hyde character. Usually the bright, dependable, and caring friend, but when horny, I was stupid and reckless.

“I’m sorry,” I said. “I couldn’t help it.” I dropped my gaze shamefully to her cleavage. Her stunning breasticles squeezed together like two mounds of bouncy goodness. Her tight black v neck crop top suited her curvy body perfectly. It was just a shame I couldn’t admire all of her. The black jeans she had on were tight as fuck on her firm round ass and long slender legs.

“Say that to his wife,” she said. “What did you do anyway? You were pretty quick.” I didn’t bother to correct her, I would later.

“I only sucked him off,” I said.

“Jesus Hannah. Is that all!” she said, laughing. “And do you feel better now?”

“A bit,” I replied, honestly. afyon escort “I can still taste him.”

Gina burst out laughing again. “For fucks sake Han,” she said. I smiled at her. She couldn’t stay mad at me for long. She looked over at the man I had just blown. He was carrying on with his meal like nothing had happened.

“Not bad I suppose,” Gina said. “Bit old.”

“Just the way I like them,” I said.

“I thought after your epic girl on girl sesh with that blonde stripper you were joining the cool gang?” Gina said

“That was fun. Very fun,” I replied, smiling as I remembered. “But you know me, I like to keep my options open.”

“Options, or legs!” Gina said, laughing.

I laughed. “Both preferably,” I said.

We carried on with our meal, chatting and laughing. It was always good to be out with Gina. It was never boring. The wine flowed and we were both feeling a bit drunk in no time. Me and alcohol were another bad combination, my mouth tended to get away from me. I glazed over at one point, staring at my food.

“Helloooooo!” Gina said, snapping me out of my trance. She was waving a hand in front of my face. “Han! Are you in there?”

She had been talking but I had started thinking about something else.

“Sorry,” I mumbled. “I was lost in thought.”

“What’s more interesting than what we’re up to after our meal,” Gina said. “It’s Saturday night and we just got paid.”

“Yeah I know,” I said. Gina stared at me for a bit. She knew me better than anyone. I watched her run her hands through her long dark hair, the blue highlights shimmering in the restaurant lights.

“Is anal sex worth it?” I blurted out, before I could stop myself. Mouth before brain was a common problem of mine, but I also knew I could talk to Gina about anything.

“Where did that come from?” Gina said, laughing.

“Oh I was just wondering,” I said. “I’ve never done it before. I nearly have but bottled it at the last minute. I don’t like pain.” Also, I loved regular sex, I didn’t need to push it to anal. I always thought it was something I could save to spice things up later. My mind obviously thought now was the time.

“You must have tried it yourself though?” Gina asked. “With your toys.”

“Yeah of course,” I said. “And it feels okay, a bit weird, but I imagine if it’s someone else in there it would feel pretty hot.”

“It does make it hotter,” Gina agreed. “I’ve never had a man do it though, obviously. A few girlfriends with the right tools.”

“A few!” I said. I started imagining Gina on all fours, another woman fucking her in the bum hole. I quickly shook my head.

“Hey, don’t judge,” Gina said. “You just blew a man in the disabled toilet.”

I laughed. “Fuck off,” I said.

“Hey. I’ve got a strap on if you ever want me to show you,” Gina said, she winked.

I laughed again, and then saw her face. “You’re serious?” I said. Shit, that would be hot. I quickly shook my head to banish the thought.

“Maybe,” she replied.

“You don’t want me babe,” I said. “I’m not girlfriend material.”

“I didn’t say I wanted to be your girlfriend,” she said. “I’m not that fucking mad. For experimental reasons of course. If I got to fuck that tight ass of yours in the name of science, I’m down.”

I laughed, and snorted. Everyone looked my way, I blushed whilst still laughing.

“I don’t know whether to be proud, insulted, or turned on,” I said, when I had stopped.

“All I hope,” Gina said. “Well the offers there if you want it.” She winked at me again.

“Is there something wrong with your eye?” I joked. I never heard her reply. I assumed she was joking about the strap on, she was trying to wind me up. It was working in my current state.

I looked over at the man I had sucked off as he kissed his sister on the cheek and hugged the kids goodbye. They left. He looked my way and then started walking over.

“Shit,” I said to Gina, my hand going over my mouth to stop him seeing what I was saying. “He’s fucking coming this way.”

Gina turned and saw him approach.

“Hi,” he said, as he got closer. “I’m Darren.”

“Hey,” I replied. “I’m Hannah, this is my friend Gina.”

“Nice to meet you,” he said to Gina. He then turned back to me. “I’m in town on business for a few days, call me if you want. I could do with some company.” He gave me his business card.

“What about your wife?” Gina said. Not one to hold back. She nodded towards the door where the woman he was with had just left.

Darren laughed. “That was my sister,” he said. “I was just meeting her for dinner and a catch up. But you knew that right?” He looked at me like I should have told her.

I laughed nervously. “I was going to tell her,” I said. Gina gave me an evil look.

“Anyway. I’ll leave you both to it,” he said. “Call me. If you want. Bye Hannah. Bye Gina.”

“Bye,” Gina said. A fake smile plastered on her face.

“Bye,” I said. I watched his tight ass walk off. “He’s not that bad.” I looked back at Gina.

“For an oldie,” she said.

“Might have to be my anal experiment,” afyon escort bayan I said. It was my turn to wink. Gina groaned.


It was Monday night when I met up with Darren. He had been texting me and wanted to treat me to dinner. He was only around till Tuesday, so sounded like an ideal opportunity for a hook up. We went to the same restaurant. We both knew it was good, and it was near his hotel. Not that I had made up my mind to go back with him, but the anal thing had grown and festered in my filthy ass mind.

I had opted for a little white dress with intricate red flowers on it. Tight to my slender body. It had thin straps with a low neckline, my small breasts squeezed together for a slight cleavage. Nothing like Gina’s cleavage, but It was the best I was going to get. The dress was short. My slender legs on display below my pert bottom. A pair of red heels completed my look.

I wore my hair down, already fiddling with it way too much as we talked. We had finished our starters and were now waiting for mains.

He looked great, but I was already starting to see that he wasn’t my type in the personality department. I thought I could probably ignore that, I wasn’t really here for a future husband.

He had just told me his job title and I stared at him blankly. No fucking clue what it meant. He didn’t notice.

“What about you then?” he asked. “What do you do for a living?”

“I’m studying for a degree in social sciences,” I said. He looked at me inquiringly. “Includes various aspects of psychology.”

“Really!” he said, way too surprised. I tilted my head, he saw my confused look. “I wasn’t expecting that.” I almost choked on my wine.

“What do you mean by that?” I asked, keeping my cool, already guessing what was coming. This probably wasn’t going to be the night I had planned. There had been a few warning signs already. I hoped I was wrong.

“I thought all youngsters were too into Instagram and Snapchat these days,” he said. “Too busy posing for a proper education.” He smirked like he was funny, but I just stared at him. My eyes narrowing. He recognised my annoyance.

“Sorry, but I just imagined a young woman like yourself as not so…….” he stopped. I guess he realised he was digging himself a big hole.

“A young woman like yourself,” I said. “What. A girl who gives random blowjobs, she can’t possibly have some brains.”

“Sorry. I was just surprised, that’s all,” he said.

“Wow shit, you’re a real charmer,” I said.

“I didn’t mean to offend you,” he said. “It’s just the first time I met you…..”

“I gave you a blowjob,” I finished the sentence for him. “Yeah my bad. No wonder you think I’m a dumb slut. I didn’t hear you complaining about it though.” Why is it he got to feel good about a young woman giving him a spontaneous blowjob and I get to feel dirty.

“I’m sorry,” he said. He looked like he meant it. I chastised myself for getting too wound up too quickly, I’d try to put it down to misunderstanding.

“Sorry,” I said too. “I shouldn’t have jumped down your throat.”

We tried to move on. He explained what he did, which, to be honest, I still didn’t really understand when he had finished. Business, money, blah blah blah. He made it quite clear how great he was at it. If I wanted a sugar daddy, he was definitely an ideal candidate, but that wasn’t my thing. The conversation got back to me and what I liked to do.

“I play football, for a local women’s team,” I said. I watched him pull a slight face. I ignored it. “We’re doing well this season.”

“Where do you play?” he asked.

“Central midfield,” I said. He laughed. “What’s funny?” A confused smile crossed my face, not getting it.

“Aren’t midfielders supposed to be a bit, well, a bit butcher?” he said.

“Probably,” I said. “But I make up for it in speed and determination. My team mates compare me to an angry ferret. I can handle myself.”

“I can imagine,” he said. He winked. I smiled. I knew usually this would be a perfect flirt opportunity, but I wasn’t feeling it. It was a shame. I definitely found him attractive, but he wasn’t turning me on anymore. He probably felt the same way. “Do you support a team?”

“I support Arsenal, because that’s who my dad supported, and that’s who I grew up watching,” I said. “I follow the women’s team a bit more these days though, I can actually get tickets for their games.”

“I’ve tried watching the women’s game, but it’s not quite the same,” he said.

I smiled and gritted my teeth. Every time I had this conversation with a man it started the same way.

“Oh, they’re just not as good,” he added. “Never quite be the same quality as the men.”

“Mmm,” I said into my drink. Taking a big swig.

“Well,” he said. “Women just aren’t as good at football.” I watched him, seeing if he was purposefully winding me up. His face said not.

“Holy shit. You’re serious,” I said. He was entitled to his own option of course, but I had literally just told him I played football.

“Well it’s true,” he said. escort afyon “You can’t deny that the men’s game is superior.” I choked on my food.

I stopped and took a deep breath. Now don’t get me wrong, I have been watching football since I was a little girl, and I played it regularly. I knew that women’s football wasn’t the same as the men’s game. It hadn’t been around as long for a start, and girls had only just started playing in most schools in the last ten years, or so. It was a different type of football though, and just as good for other reasons. That didn’t mean that women couldn’t be as good as men if they had the same opportunities. It was an argument I had gone through a million times. Today I couldn’t be fucked though, it wasn’t worth it.

“I need the toilet,” I said. I stood up and walked off, not waiting for a reply. When I got to the toilets I phoned Gina. She answered on the second ring.

“Hey,” she said.”How’s the date?”

“Bad,” I said. “You need to phone me in half an hour and get me out of here.”

“Why half an hour,” she asked. “Why not now.”

“I’m hungry,” I said. She laughed. “My main will be here in a bit. Say there’s an emergency.”

“It’s a bit of an obvious one,” she said.

“I don’t give a fuck,” I said. “I need to get out.”

“Okay,” Gina replied. “What about the anal sex? Are you telling me, you can’t overlook his faults for a bit of back door action.”

“The bum sex will have to wait for another day,” I said. “I’m not that desperate.” I heard a cough come from a cubicle. I hadn’t checked if the toilets were empty. I stifled a laugh. “Just phone. Make it twenty minutes, and then I’ll get a taxi.”

A middle aged woman came out of the cubicle, she smiled at me.

“It’s good to have standards,” she said. I laughed.

“I know right!” I replied, slipping into a cubicle. I sat down and dropped my best knickers and sat down, releasing a much needed wee. I was a bit annoyed, not because of missing out on my bum sex, as Gina called it, but the evening was going to cost me more money than I had planned. There was no way if I was running off I would let him pay for it all.

I went back to the table, his eyes sliding over my body. He did really look like my dad. As much as he pissed me off I wondered if I could ignore the negatives for some much needed excitement. I was sure the sex would be hot. The feeling didn’t stick long though. It wasn’t going to work.

“Sorry if I’ve said the wrong things,” he said, as I sat.

“That’s okay,” I said. “You’ve only assumed I’m stupid, called me weak, and belittled the thing that I love. Apart from that I’m having a great night.”

I saw annoyance flash across his face, but he bit his tongue. I wondered if he still thought he had a chance.

Luckily the food came. I was starving. I ate quickly as we made awkward small talk. I stopped myself on numerous occasions from glancing at the time on my phone. Relief washed through me as my phone rang, it was Gina.

“Sorry. I have to get this,” I said. “My friends not well.”

I felt bad as I used my extensive acting skills, I had none, to listen to Gina’s made up illness. I was soon making my excuses that I had to go. I left roughly my half of the bill and quickly hurried off. Like I said, I felt bad, I had led him on and was now running off.

I left the restaurant and phoned Gina. “Thanks babe,” I said. “You’re a lifesaver. What are you up to?” It was still quite early and I didn’t fancy being home alone yet.

“Fuck all,” she said. “Just watching a film. It’s awful. Are you coming over?” She knew me too well.

“If that’s okay?” I asked. “I’ll bring food.”

“You fucking better,” she said. Hanging up. I laughed.

I got a taxi and got him to go through the McDonald’s drive through. I decided to drown my sorrows in chicken nuggets and McFlurries. Hey, I’m a classy girl. I even treated the driver to a cheeseburger. I was soon at Gina’s and letting myself in with the spare key she gave me. I found her stretched out on the sofa. As usual, looking effortlessly hot as fuck.

She had on a small pair of sporty black shorts, and a baggy white crop top, with a black sports bra underneath. Her flat stomach looked incredible.

“Why are you so sporty,” I asked.

“Well. I was going to do a little work out earlier,” she said, “but I sat down for a sec and never got up again.”

“My kind of work out,” I said, laughing. The laughter didn’t last long though. I headed straight to her kitchen and grabbed a bottle of red and two glasses.

I went back into the living room. Gina lifted her legs and sat up slightly as I slumped down on the sofa next to her, handing over the bag of food. She put her calves over my legs. The touch of her bare skin on mine made me tremble lightly. I glanced at her toned stomach as she rummaged through the bag.

“You should have shit dates more often,” she said. “Especially if you bring me chicken nuggets. You better have dip.”

“Of course your majesty,” I said. I watched her intently as she got everything out. God I was horny. I had worked myself up earlier, thinking I was getting some hot dirty sex tonight. Now I was eating McNuggets and feeling sorry for myself. I downed a glass of wine. Even now whilst I was feeling sorry for myself I wanted to run my hands over my best friend’s legs. What was wrong with me?

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