Fuck Buddy, Page 4

  “I love this tight little pussy of yours,” he said.

  I had so much I wanted to say, but found myself incapable of speaking.

  With the top of his shaft punishing my clit as he ground his hips against mine, a tingling sensation ran through me from my swollen nub to my nipples. I inhaled a slow breath, well aware – at least for me – that the end was near.

  It was coming.

  I sank my teeth into my bottom lip and continued the torturous task of watching him take ownership of my pussy. Even though I repeatedly reminded myself we were no more than friends, I couldn’t help but struggle with the fact that I had never been satisfied by a man’s cock as much as I was by Luke’s.

  And I was certain I never would be.

  I felt my pussy clench against his throbbing shaft, providing its own thank you for being here moment, but the precursor to my climactic exit did little to slow his pace. Contrary to his demands, I closed my eyes and moaned as I reached a level of climax I had never before encountered.

  His pace slowed slightly, his cock swelled, and as I gasped for another gulp of air, he erupted inside of me.

  Thank God.

  My work was done. Not only had I satisfied him to the point of orgasm, but I had done so without turning into a mindless babbling ball of flesh as he suggested I would. Filled with pride, I blinked and wrapped my arms around him.

  As he released my legs, I gazed around the room. Quickly, I became confused. We had been fucking on the floor of the living room, and the last I knew, we were at the end of the couch. Now fifteen feet away, closer to my favorite ottoman, I realized there was only one way we could have traveled so far.

  Luke had forcefully fucked me across the entire living room floor.

  He collapsed onto me, his bare chest pressing against mine. I closed my eyes and listened as his breathing changed from an irregular pattern to a more predictable even pace. Satisfied that I held up to my end of the sexual bargain, I decided remaining mute about the subject wasn’t exactly my style.

  I had gone the distance with the sexual deviant and I needed to claim my successes.

  “I’m afraid the back of my ass might be covered in a few rug burns, but I’m not a babbling pile of flesh, Mister,” I said in a sarcastic tone.

  He rolled off of me and turned to his side. The corners of his mouth curled into an unapologetic shitty little smile. “Not yet.”

  “What does that mean?” I snapped back, still beaming with pride from my accomplishments.

  “It means what I said. Not yet, Liv. You will. I was just seeing if we fit each other.”

  “And?”

  He locked eyes with me. “I’d say we’re good to go.”

  “Did you have your doubts?”

  “Not really,” he responded.

  Fuck yes.

  “Me neither,” I said.

  I rolled to my side, cupped my hand between my legs, and stood. The pain in my shoulders and the top of my butt were all the reminder I needed that I would be covered in rug burns.

  As I waddled to the bathroom, I was further reminded of just how big Luke’s cock really was.

  And I couldn’t help but wonder what his not yet remark would bring with it when the time came.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  LUKE

  My former girlfriend and I began a relationship at a young age, and it was then that I determined something was wrong with me, sexually speaking, that is. As much as my mind enjoyed the thought of sex, and as pleasing as the mental visions of sex were to me, the act of sex had to either include sadistic thoughts or acts. If for some reason it didn’t, I wasn’t able to perform.

  I had my own theories on why I was the way I was, but I wasn’t willing to discuss them with others or attempt to pry deeper into my inner psyche in an effort to resolve issues that were embedded within my being during my childhood.

  Embracing who I was and what I enjoyed was much easier, and allowed a no excuses approach to life. I had my reservations, however, on whether or not Liv could accept my sexual desires once they exposed themselves completely.

  Five years. It had been five years since I had sex. Liv had no real idea what she was in for, and as much as I loved her as a friend, I had to convince myself with each passing minute that being fuck buddies was the answer to each of our problems. I knew one thing. For it to work, I needed to take matters slow and easy.

  Slow and easy wasn’t my strength, unless it was during one of my midnight strolls down along the beach. Sex was something I truly enjoyed, but I only seemed to enjoy it if I was wreaking havoc on my sexual partner.

  It seemed surreal to be having sex with Liv. For a lifetime I had placed her in a protective bubble, and as much as I shared with her, I didn’t share everything. My sexual desires and opinions regarding their origin were things I had always kept to myself. As time passed there was no doubt Liv would become aware of what my sexual desires truly were, and I held onto the hope that when the time came she accepted them. If not, it would be apparent our decision to include sex in our friendship was a poor one.

  Either way I would be satisfied, my preference leaning slightly toward maintaining the friendship already in place and somehow adding sex to it without sacrificing anything else. Succeeding at it would be difficult, but I was driven by a challenge.

  The challenge before me, however, was a much more difficult one than I had faced in some time. I needed to convince Liv not to buy a pair of sandals it appeared she desperately felt she needed. Being her best friend and fuck buddy was rewarding in many respects, but she definitely had her shortcomings, and shoe shopping was a great reminder.

  “Because they’re fucking ugly, that’s why,” I said.

  She lifted her foot and gazed down at the sandal. “I think they’re cute.”

  “You think they’re cute because they’re on sale. How many pairs of sandals do you have in your closet that you’ve never worn?” I asked, glancing one more time toward the hideous shoe.

  “They’re only thirty bucks. Marked down from a hundred,” she said.

  “They’re stupid. They’ve got beads all over the straps, and they’re all rectangular and square, and they’ve got sharp edges. They’ll cut your feet to shreds, and they look like shit. They’re marked down because no one wanted them. If something has a yellow ‘SALE’ tag on it, you’ll buy it. You can’t help it. Your closet is full of unworn shit. I swear. Go ahead, buy ‘em. I bet you never wear those ugly fuckers once,” I said, waving my hand toward the open box.

  Over the years, Liv and I shopped together quite often. I rarely bought anything, only because I needed very little. My wardrobe consisted of a few pairs of jeans, several pullovers, board shorts, shorts, tee shirts, and a handful of shoes – all of which were worn regularly. Liv, on the other hand, purchased whatever was on sale, regardless of her actual need, and the items piled up in her closet like waste at a landfill. No matter what it was, if it had a ‘SALE’ sticker on it, she had to stop and look at it. Convincing her she didn’t need it was difficult, especially if she saw it as a bargain.

  Personally, I believed she shopped the way she did to feel better about herself. Her lack of a male companion in her life caused her to feel inadequate and unattractive. In the past, I let her shop without much opposition from me. For some reason, on this particular day, I felt the need to convince her otherwise.

  “What’s ugly about them?” she asked.

  I reached for the shoe still sitting in the box. “Everything.”

  I held the sandal in my hand and pointed to the sole. What appeared to be a piece of wood was sandwiched between two thin pieces of leather. “Look. The sole is made from a piece of wood and two pieces of leather. It’s not even flexible.”

  She shrugged. “So.”

  “If this was a sole for a pair of heels, fine. But for a pair of sandals? You want sandals to be flexible. If they’re not, this strap is going to tear your toes up.”

  “And these beads?” I drug my finger alon
g the beads that covered the toe strap. “They’ll make sure your toes are torn to shreds. Fuck, just look at them.”

  “They’re only thirty bucks, and they’re cute,” she said.

  “Give your thirty bucks to that guy on the corner with the harmonica.”

  The sales clerk walked past, and as she did, she turned toward us and grinned. I raised my hand to get her attention. “Ma’am, we have some questions.”

  “Luke, don’t,” Liv warned.

  She stepped to my side, glanced at Liv and shifted her eyes to me. “How can I help you?”

  I held the shoe in front of me and smiled. “Why are these shoes on sale?”

  “Excuse me?”

  “These shoes. Why are they on sale? The season isn’t over, so why are they on sale? Is there something wrong with them?”

  “Oh, no. We’re overstocked,” she said with a smile and a nod.

  “See?” Liv said mockingly.

  I glanced around the store. No less than two hundred different pairs of shoes were displayed. I glanced at the sale rack behind Liv. Eight pairs of shoes were on sale.

  I met her gaze. “Overstocked?”

  She nodded and grinned. “Yes.”

  “So, when you get shoes in, new shoes, do you receive random shipments? Like a hundred pairs of this kind, and fifteen pairs of another? Or do you get roughly the same quantity of each pair?”

  She scrunched her nose. “What do you mean?”

  “Simple question. When you receive shoes, do you get the same number of pairs of each shoe, roughly?”

  She tilted her head to the side and stared as if I was asking trade secrets of the industry.

  “I suppose so,” she said.

  I tossed the sandal into the box. As I turned toward the sales clerk, I continued. “So if you’re overstocked, it can only be because no one bought this shoe. The shoes that sell well aren’t here on the sale rack, right?”

  “We typically sell out pretty quickly of the good shoes,” she said.

  I glanced at Liv and grinned. “The good ones?”

  “I meant the good selling ones,” she said. “Any other questions?”

  “Average women’s shoe size?” I asked.

  She smiled. “Eight is the new seven. Size eight.”

  “Anything else?”

  “No, I think that’s it.”

  She turned and walked away. I gazed blankly out the storefront windows toward the Sephora across the street. I didn’t need to ask Liv what size shoe she wore, I had bought her enough shoes for Christmas and birthdays that I knew, but I turned to her and asked anyway.

  “What size is your foot, Liv?”

  She tossed the sandal in the box. “You know it’s an eight.”

  “Well, if they’re not even sold out of the most common size, that can only mean one thing, no one is buying them.”

  “Well, crap.” She glanced toward the sale rack. “I don’t like any of the others.”

  “Do you need another pair of fucking sandals?”

  “If they’re 75% off? Yeah.”

  I shook my head. She had no less than thirty pairs of shoes in her closet that were still in boxes, and had yet to be worn. Loose in her closet and scattered about her home she had to have another one hundred pair if she had one. She needed another pair of shoes like I needed another fucking surfboard.

  I turned toward the door. “Come on. Let’s go across the street.”

  “What’s across the street?”

  “Sephora,” I said. “Let’s go spend that thirty bucks on makeup.”

  “Are you saying I need new makeup? Do I look bad?” she asked as she fumbled to put her shoe on.

  She shifted her eyes to the floor.

  “No, you look fabulous.”

  Liv was many things. She was funny, caring, kind, giving, trustworthy, responsible, and passionate about what she believed in. But, above all, Liv was beautiful. Her beauty was so deeply engrained that it was easily overlooked by passersby, but not by me. Most people didn’t realize just how beautiful she was until they took time to try and find a fault in her appearance. By the time they found nothing, they realized she was a remarkably attractive woman.

  Her level of humility allowed her to be attractive without effort or even the knowledge that her beauty existed.

  Still standing there with her eyes fixed on the floor in front of her, she seemed sad. I lifted her chin with my index finger until her gaze met mine. “You always look fabulous. You’re beautiful, Liv. I was thinking maybe one of the artists could show you something they have to help accentuate your natural beauty. Let’s go over and just look around.”

  She beamed with pride and her mouth curled into a smile. “That might be fun.”

  “I tell you what,” I said. “We go over there and you buy some new makeup, and when we get back to your place, I’ll make you sit in the corner and babble to yourself. How’s that?”

  She grinned until her upper lip thinned so much it revealed her teeth. “Sounds like we’re going to Sephora.”

  The makeup would make her feel better about herself. Making her a babbling mess would satisfy me greatly, and hopefully the satisfaction would last for some time.

  In my mind the trade was a win-win.

  Time, however, would tell if she agreed.

  CHAPTER FIVE

  LIV

  “That just seems weird,” I said.

  “I told you it was going to get weird quick,” he said.

  “And I have to stay on the phone the entire time, no matter what?”

  “That’s right.”

  “I mean, I can do it, but it just…” I paused and studied him, wondering if he was just fucking with me.

  He stared back at me stone-faced. Apparently, he wasn’t joking.

  “Fine,” I said as if the challenge was no big deal. “I’ll get my phone.”

  Luke said he wanted to fuck me, but the entire time we were having sex, I had to be on the phone with one of my friends. He further explained if the conversation ended, he would stop fucking me. He had warned me the sex was going to get weird quick, and he was right. But, as crazy as it sounded at first, as I walked toward my purse I got wet just thinking about it. By the time I got back to where he was standing, I was soaked.

  I quickly decided being shoved full of Luke’s cock while talking to my friend on the phone was much better than getting no dick at all.

  “Okay, here’s what I was thinking. I’m going to text some people, see who has time to talk, and then I’ll make the call. How’s that sound?”

  He shrugged. “Sounds reasonable.”

  “I think it sounds genius,” I said.

  He reached down and tapped his index finger against the very prominent outline the head of his dick was making against the leg of his shorts. “Well, get to it. Thinking about it is making my cock stiff.”

  I fumbled with my phone and sent out four text messages to girls I hadn’t talked to in what seemed like forever. After a few returned texts, Chloe agreed to talk. I couldn’t have asked for a better person to talk to, because if push came to shove and she found out what was happening, I knew she might understand.

  Chloe was a slut.

  “Okay, I’ve got someone,” I said excitedly.

  “Call her and put it on speaker,” he said.

  “On speaker?”

  “Do you really think you’re going to be able to hold the phone against your ear the entire time?”

  “Good point.”

  I stared down at my phone and inhaled a shallow breath. As long as Luke and I had been friends, I had no idea he was such a sexual weirdo. Now that I knew, I was afraid I still didn’t know, and wondered as time passed just how weird things might get. He said he was going to ease into the kinky stuff, and my imagination began to run wild with things he may require of me in the future.

  “Ready?” I asked.

  He wagged his finger in the air. “Better get undressed first.”

  I bobbed my head sid
e to side mockingly, causing him to grin. After getting fully undressed and wondering why he hadn’t done the same, he pointed to my phone.

  “Put it on the counter for now,” he said.

  For now?

  “Okay,” I said.

  I turned toward the kitchen counter, set my phone down, and pressed the button to call her. After a few rings, she answered. Partially just to be a smart-ass, but also to let him know I was ready for whatever he thought he needed to do, I bent at my waist, rested my elbows on either side of the phone, and hiked my ass in the air as high as I could.

  “What’s up?”

  I stared blankly at the phone. It was apparent in my excitement to get started I had called her before I was really prepared to talk. After mentally fumbling with a topic of conversation for a few seconds, I just blurted something out.

  “Are you and Mark still dating?” I asked.

  “No, I haven’t seen him in, I don’t know, like a year. Seriously? Has it been that long since we talked?”

  “I guess.”

  “So what’s been going on?”

  “Well, I tried the dating online thing, and it was awful.”

  I felt the tip of Luke’s cock against my inner thigh. I glanced over my shoulder. Standing behind me, he pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it on the floor beside his shorts. I did my best to mentally prepare for…

  Oh Jesus.

  I grunted as Luke shoved me full of dick.

  “Are you okay?”

  “Yeah,” I said in a muffled groan. “I just bumped into the counter.”

  He began to slowly fuck me from behind, but it wasn’t anything I couldn’t handle while talking on the phone.

  “Ouch. I hate it when that happens. Well, yeah. Like on what? Match dot com or whatever?”

  He increased his pace slightly. I pressed my forearms into the counter and sighed. As I exhaled, he shoved himself balls deep into me and held it. The tip of his dick bottomed out and I lunged forward, exhaling again, but this time slightly heavier than before.

  “Hello?”

  Lost in the feeling of having Luke fuck me again, I had completely forgotten what was going on.

  Oh fuck.