A Simple Donation

Jack rubbed his jaw. He needed something to do with his hands while he thought it over.

"You want me to do what, exactly?"

Eve rolled her eyes. "OK, which part is tripping you up here? Jess and I are having a baby."

"Right," he said.

"And we're a lesbian couple."

"Yeah, I noticed."

"So we need a third party."

"That's where you're losing me. Don't they have clinics for that?"

"Of course. And what, we're made of money? We're putting everything aside for hospital bills, childcare, education."

"So you figured you'd save on the..."

"Donation," Eve said, finishing his sentence for him. "Right. And since we obviously only want someone we're comfortable with involved..."

"You thought to come to me," Jack said, finishing hers. "If you're, uh, comfortable, why isn't Jess here?"

"Comfortable might be overstating the situation a little. Don't worry, we've talked it through, we're in agreement - but since I'm the one who's going to be carrying the baby she doesn't exactly want to be involved... mechanically."

"Mechanically."

Eve laughed. "Do I need to get you a little book about the birds and the bees?"

Jack blushed. "I think I know how it works. But I mean... how exactly are you wanting to do this? Is the turkey baster thing real?"

"I am not jamming a turkey baster in me."

"But you're happy jamming... I mean, look, something's gotta go in you. In there. You know what I mean." Jack flushed harder. Eve was an attractive woman, he'd been close with her for years, long before she got together with her fiance. She was petit, only a little over five feet, and slender, yet remarkably endowed in other areas. He tried to be a gentleman about it, but as the conversation turned to practicalities, his eyes couldn't help but drift to her breasts, squeezed into a tight t-shirt for a band he didn't recognise. Eve coughed, and his eyes darted back up to meet her gaze. "Sorry," he said, and after a moment they both laughed.

"It's fine," she said, "I know this is weird. It's a lot to ask. If it's not something you're comfortable with you can back out any time. But Jess and me, we want this, and you'd really be helping us out."

"So how did you want to do this?" he asked.

Eve laughed again. "Well for starters, not here," she said, looking around the cafe. Jack glanced around as if he'd forgotten they were in public entirely. "And not right now. We can deal with some of the specifics later. Take some time, think it over. We have, but I'm springing this on you out of nowhere."

After that, he did take some time to think about it. Having kids wasn't really on his radar - he wasn't even seeing anyone right then, let alone in the kind of serious relationship where it might come up. Eve's request prompted him to think about it, though, and despite all the potential complications, there was a part of him that didn't mind the idea of leaving some kind of legacy. Maybe he'd never be in a position to have children, maybe he'd never really want to raise them, but this was a different kind of option entirely. More than that, though, he had to admit to himself that he wanted the excuse to fuck Eve. They'd been friends for a long time, but she'd never shown any interest in men, and especially not him. As far as he knew, she really was only interested in women. It hadn't stopped the occasional fantasy, or some stolen glances at her cleavage when her outfits allowed it. Or scrolling her holiday selfies on Instagram, where she was threatening to spill out her bikini. Her tits weren't huge - he guessed Ds or DDs maybe - but on her small frame they were eye-catching to say the least.

Decision made, they set the ball rolling. They got the least fun part out of the way first - STD checks, at separate appointments - before planning to meet. Eve explained that Jess was going to go away for the weekend, giving them plenty of space to make it work. Jack was a little disappointed - if there was one thing he fantasised about more than Eve's tits, it was a threesome with her and her athletic girlfriend - but he tried to keep an air of professionalism about the whole thing. He was helping a friend, he reasoned, not getting off on it. It just happened that the two overlapped.

"So how did you want to do this?" Jack asked again, this time in Eve's apartment. He was standing awkwardly near the door, holding his coat, while she stood just as awkwardly by the little kitchen nook.

She ran her fingers through her hair, long and blonde and mostly dyed pink, and tied it back. As she did so, she inevitably arched her back and stuck her chest out, drawing his gaze. She caught it and smiled, still nervously. "You can look," she said. "I'm going to need you at attention."

Even with permission, he found it embarrassing to stare at his friend's tits, and his eyes wandered over the apartment. It had been a while since he'd visited. "Did you want to, like, hang out first or...?"

"Let's get it over with," she said, then stopped herself, covering her mouth. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that. It's just, you know, this isn't exactly a date, is it? I just think we should get right to it. We're obviously both nervous about it and I don't think watching a movie or something is going to fix that, it's just going to drag it out."

"Drinks?" he suggested.

She considered it, but shook her head. "No, better not, I want to make sure we've both got our wits about us."

"Yeah, no, that makes sense."

"So here's what I was thinking. We go into the bedroom, the bathroom is connected. You go in there and get yourself ready, and when you're about to pop, you come join me in the bedroom and..."

"Pop?" he asked, making air quotes.

"What would you prefer I say?" she asked, laughing. "Cum?"

"I think we're a bit past euphemisms," Jack said, adjusting the way he was standing. Hearing Eve say 'cum' in this context had him getting hard, nervous or not.

"Fine," she said. "Then I'll be specific. You go in the bathroom, get yourself ready to cum, and then join me in the bedroom and, well, cum in me."

"Just like that?"

"Hey, I might be gay, but I know how guys work. It's pretty much point and shoot."

"I mean, sure, but what about you? I might be straight but I know women generally like a bit of foreplay before anything gets inside anywhere."

She bit her lip. "Look, I'll worry about me, you just be ready to do your bit. If it's a problem, we'll cross that bridge when we come to it. No pun intended," she added, giggling.

It was with that relative lack of ceremony that he was bundled into the bathroom, a small unit just off the bedroom, with not much room for anything other than the shower, sink, and toilet it already contained. Jack wondered what Eve was doing on the other side of the door. Was she getting naked? He hadn't asked enough questions. The plan was for him to be inside her soon and he didn't even know if he should take his clothes off, or just pull his cock out and start jacking off.

"Eve?" he called through the door.

"You're not ready already are you?" she called back in disbelief.

"No!" he shouted back quickly. "No, I was just wondering if you wanted me to, you know, get naked or not. Or just get out the bits that mattered."

There was a pause. "It's up to you," she told him eventually. "I wasn't planning on taking everything off, no."

Pull it out and jack it then, he thought, unzipping and taking his cock out. The awkwardness of the situation had taken the edge off his arousal again. It might be different if he was watching whatever Eve was doing - he tried to picture her peeling off her shirt, getting his first real view of her tits - but when it came to it he was just standing in her too-small bathroom, looking at himself in the mirror with his dick in his hand like an idiot. He looked around, hoping to spot something more interesting - they were lesbians after all, he told himself, maybe they'd left panties lying around? Or a dildo in the shower? Whatever real lesbians did, though, and not just the ones in the porn he watched, apparently involved tidying up after themselves.

"You okay in there?" Eve asked after a while, interrupting him furiously jacking while thumbing through images on his phone.

Jack paused, cock straining, catching his red-faced reflection in the mirror. "Uh, fine," he called back.

"I'm ready when you are," she told him.

He slowed his strokes, thinking about what that meant. "Should I just... come out?"

"Pretty important step."

He nodded to himself and gave his cock another squeeze for good measure. He wasn't quite there yet, but he figured that being inside Eve would be more than enough to finish things off. Besides, he couldn't think of anything worse in the current situation than going too far and prematurely cumming all over her bathroom.

Jack opened the door slowly, awkwardly holding his cock and the waist of his jeans in one hand and working the handle with the other, and slowly walked out, self-consciously hiding his erection. Eve was sitting on the edge of the bed, still in her shirt, but now with a towel wrapped around her slim waist and conspicuously bare legs.

"You're ready?" she asked, trying to keep her eyes from darting to his partially hidden cock.

"Pretty much," he said, laughing nervously.

She exhaled deeply. "OK, I guess I'll, um, turn over then."

"If that's how you want to do it."

She looked thoughtful for a moment. "I think so. I don't want to make you feel weird or anything but I suppose I thought it would be less intense if we're not making eye contact?"

"This whole thing's already pretty intense."

"Exactly. No need to make it any weirder. After all this I was hoping we'd still be friends."

"Of course we will be," he said, and wondered if he sounded like he meant it.

"Oh!" she suddenly exclaimed, reaching to the bedside table. She grabbed a bottle of lube and waved it in his direction. "Here, we'll probably need this."

"Could've done with that five minutes ago," he sighed.

She giggled. "Sorry, I didn't think. Hope you're not too raw or anything."

"I'll manage," he said. He reached for the lube and his cock bounced. He caught her eyes flicking down to it.

"Feel free to use a lot," she told him. He half expected her to turn over then, getting on all fours or bending over the bed, but she kept looking at him. She only moved when he poured the lube down the length of his shaft and started stroking.

She stood, turned around, and seemed to be weighing up her options. Jack continued jerking off while staring at her ass, concealed under the towel. She seemed to make a decision, climbing up onto the bed on all fours, and looked back.

"Here goes," she said, pulling away the towel. She was naked from the waist down, her pale, firm ass pointed directly at him while he jerked off. The pink of her pussy visible between her legs.

Woodenly, he walked over. After a moment's hesitation of how to arrange his clothes he decided that just losing them altogether would be better and dropped his jeans and boxers, pulling his shirt over head, trying not to get lube over everything. He got up on the bed behind her, feeling like an idiot teenager again, about to lose his virginity. None of it had the flow of sex he'd had with other women - none of the buildup, or the emotion, just awkwardness and a worry that he was about to do something he shouldn't. At the same time, positioned behind her, there was no way he wasn't going to fuck her. He needed the release, now, and she was every bit as gorgeous as he'd always imagined, even if he couldn't see her tits, even if the whole thing was absurdly weird.

"Did you want me to...?" he started to ask.

"I better guide you in," she said, reaching back. His cock jerked when she touched it and she flinched. "Sorry," she said.

"No, it's fine," he said quickly. "It's nice."

"Not used to these," she said, laughing. "Not when they're attached to anyone anyway."

His cock jerked again, imagining Eve and Jess fucking each other with dildos or strapons. Did Jess fuck her like this? Eve on all fours, Jess behind her? The imagery had him straining even harder for release, Eve's delicate hand wrapped around his cock, guiding him to her pussy. When the head of his cock touched her he almost came right there, but managed to hold back. He only had to hold on a moment. And yet the moment never came. Even with the lube, there was no penetration. Eve shifted awkwardly, pushing her hips back into his, rubbing the head of his cock along her lips, but getting nowhere.

"Sorry," she muttered, shifting again.

"It's fine," he said. But they weren't getting anywhere. "You okay?"

"Fine," she said tersely. His cock was deflating.

"You've done this before, right?"

"By this do you mean I've had a cock inside me? Yes. Real ones and toys. I'm not a virgin in any sense of the word."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to--"

She sighed. "No, it's not you, I'm just nervous. And I'm guessing you're nervous too," she added, giving his half-erect cock one last squeeze before letting go. She rolled over, making no move to cover herself now, and looked up at him. "Well aren't we a couple of idiots. No - I'm the idiot. You're doing your bit."

"My bit is pretty easy to be fair," he joked.

"Yes, well, I was being stupid about it," she said. "I guess I wanted this to feel, well, clinical, even though it isn't. I didn't want to it to be two people having sex with foreplay and whatever else. I wanted to be faithful to Jess and it was going to be weird enough already, but clearly that was a mistake. We're not getting anywhere if I'm not as ready to go as you are."

Jack nodded carefully, unsure where this was leading. He had no qualms about foreplay. If anything, he sometimes preferred everything apart from fucking anyway. He wanted the women he was with to get off, which didn't always happen with sex, so he'd go down on girls and then have them jerk him off onto their tits, or fuck their mouths while he fingered them. There was nothing hotter to him than cumming in or on a girl while she came herself - but that seemed out of the question here.

Eve wriggled past him and opened the drawer of the bedside table, the one where she'd grabbed the lube from, and came back with a small toy. "New plan," she said. "We both get ourselves ready this time, really ready, and when I'm wet enough this shouldn't be so hard."

"You want me to go back in the bathroom?" he asked.

"I think we're a bit past that," she said, lubing up the little dildo.

It was smaller than his cock, and she soon had it inside her, moving only gently at first but soon moving more aggressively. Jack's dick twitched, and she looked over at him. "You too, mister," she ordered, reaching over to take his hand and place it on his crotch.

"Yes, ma'am," he said with a mock salute, and started stroking his dick, still half-hard, and watching her fuck the dildo with increasing intensity.

"You like watching?" she asked, her breath catching.

"I do," he said. "I hope that's not weird."

"It's kinda weird," she laughed, "but also really not. I might be offended if you didn't." She paused. "You want to see my tits?"

His hand froze mid-stroke. "Yes," he said, staring at them under her shirt.

She eased the dildo deep inside her and squeezed her thighs together, biting her lip, while she grabbed the bottom of the shirt and pulled it up, wriggling out of it. She was naked underneath. If she'd been wearing a bra when he arrived, she'd already taken it off getting ready, and her tits jiggled as she went back to fucking herself with the dildo.

"I always figured you were a boobs guy," she said.

"You did?"

"Well you're always looking at mine," she said, running her hand up her stomach to squeeze one. "And Jess's. And all my friends."

"You noticed?"

"Women notice, Jack," she said. "Like now. You're looking now."

"You basically told me to," he said, stroking faster and faster, watching her tits shake. They were as gorgeous as he'd hoped, big on her slender frame, with slightly puffy nipples that were now rock hard - and a ring through her right nipple. He'd been expecting that, though, having spotted the outline through a thin dress she'd worn once.

"I know," she said. "It's kinda nice. Being watched, I mean." Her breathing was getting ragged now. "What is it you like about tits?"

"I don't know," he said. "I just like them. Catching a glimpse of a nipple, seeing them bounce, fucking them..."

"Fucking them?" she asked. "Nobody's ever fucked my tits." She squeezed hers together with her upper arms, hands still on her pussy, sliding the dildo in and out. Her back arched. "I don't know if I'd like it."

"I would," he said. He was practically leaning over her now, jerking off while admiring her body, his cock aimed at her tits.

"Why?" she asked. "What's so good about... fucking a girl's tits?"

"It's just something I like," he said. "Titfucking, I mean. And cumming on her tits, or face."

"Well, I need you to cum inside me," she said, gasping. "But you can play with them if you want."

"Really?"

"Yes," she said. "I'm close. Squeeze my tits. Play with my nipples."

He hesitated, but that was all the encouragement he needed. He released his cock - sure that if he kept jerking off while playing with her tits, she was going to end up covered in his cum - and ran his hands over her body. Her chest heaved as she came close to her climax, and he squeezed her tits, rubbing her nipples between his fingers. The nipple with the ring in it seemed especially sensitive and she squirmed. Taking a chance, he leaned over and wrapped his lips around the nipple, tugging on the ring with his teeth. She screamed and arched her back as she came, lashing a hand out and squeezing his thigh so hard her nails left red marks.

Jack kept sucking on her nipple and started to jerk himself off again, feeling his own orgasm building, his balls aching with cum. Her hand slid up his thigh and wrapped around his cock, stopping him mid-stroke.

"Inside me," she warned, "not all over me."

"Shame," he said, "that's my favourite way to finish."

"Too bad," she said, pulling him between her legs. This time he slid into her hot, slick pussy after only a moment of pressure. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him in deeper. "Do it," she told him. "Fuck me. Cum inside me."

He grabbed her hips and slid in deeper, then slowly slid back, and slammed in again. She moaned, one hand between her legs, rubbing her clit, the other squeezing her tit, the nipple ring caught between her fingers.

"Harder, she said. "Faster."

He thrust into her, again and again. Her tits bounced. Both of them were slick with sweat and lube and her juices. They came at the same time. Her second climax clamped down on his cock and pushed him over the edge. He reached up to squeeze her tits again as he came, releasing deep inside her.

They stayed like that for a moment, his hands still on her tits. As the glow faded he started to feel self-conscious about the whole thing, about being hip deep in his friend, of what he'd said to her, done to her. He let go and slid out. She tucked her knees up to her chest.

"I read somewhere this helps," she said, when he looked quizzical. His eyes drifted across her glistening tits and the deep valley of her cleavage she squeezed her legs up high, and down to her pussy and the trickle of white cum leaking out.

"Oh."

"You know where the shower is," she continued. She was breezy, as if nothing had just happened, even though her still ragged breath gave it all away. "I'm going to stay here a minute, hopefully help things along."

"Sure," he said, gathering his clothes and moving towards the bathroom.

"Sorry it was a little awkward at first," she called after him. "At least we've got a better plan for next time."