Kellie and I had been neighbors for the last seventeen years; even though there had been almost ten years between us, we had become close friends within the last year or so after her parents had died and she'd gotten their house. Before that, she'd just been a pesky kid that had driven me nuts over the years prior to our friendship.
For being only twenty-five, Kellie was very mature for her age, not to mention growing up from a shy, chubby little girl I had met all those years ago to one voluptuous, sexy young woman.
At least I thought so, but I love my women with a little meat--no size 5 skeletons for me.
To the casual observer, Kellie seemed to have the world at her feet, but her luck with men seemed not so stellar.
Still, we would laugh about her dates from hell and would often go places together in between, of course, just as good friends.
But one night would stand out forever.
I had been up late when I heard Kellie come home from yet another date; the door had slammed, which gave me the indication that this latest venture of hers hadn't worked out either.
I picked up the phone and dialed her number. "So buddy, how did it go?"
She sounded as if she was ready to cry. "Oh, London," she complained. "What is wrong with me? Why do I always get the losers? It's nights like this I wish I had been a lesbian."
"No you don't, kiddo," I teased, trying to lighten her mood. "You love looking at us guys too much. You think I don't see you checking out their asses?"
"You are terrible!" she managed to giggle. "Can you come over? I could use some good company."
"Now there is an offer I can't refuse. I'm always ready to keep a good buddy company."
I had been naked in bed, but now I got up and pulled on a pair of shorts, not even bothering with underwear or shoes. It was just Kellie, after all, and she'd seen me like this before.
"Hey, girlie," I grinned when she answered the door.
She had changed into a nightshirt and though she had panties on, I could see that her full, 34D tits were braless.
Kellie brought us sodas, and we sat on the couch for awhile and chatted about her evening. By the time she'd finished the recap, both of us were howling with laughter.
Then she got quiet.
"Something wrong?" I finally asked after a few minutes of silence.
"London," she began. "People think since my folks passed, I have everything. But there is one thing missing that I always wanted."
"Sure, the right man," I nodded. "You're a beautiful lady, Kellie. You're still young and will meet the right guy."
"It's not just that," she sighed. "What I really want the most is to have a child of my own. I don't care about a guy, really. You know....just have sex so I can get pregnant. The guy wouldn't even have to be involved with me or my baby."
"Wait," I said. "You want to find a guy to fuck so you can get knocked up?"
"Well, my dating and relationship record is nothing to brag about," she said. "So why not just find...well, basically, a stud?"
"Wow....that's the first I've heard a woman say that."
Kellie placed her hand on my leg. "London," she asked. "Would you do me a favor?"
"What?"
"I want you to fuck me. You know, just a friendly sex thing."
