That's What Friends Are For

"Ravi's been attracted to you for a long time," I say.

"He's your

boyfriend

," Sarah says. "I don't want things to get weird,"

We're sitting in a coffeehouse in Venice Beach, near the bike shop where she works. Ravi and I have known her since college... long before Ravi and I were a couple. We were never close friends, but we were always part of the same crowd. We went to the same parties, saw the same bands. You know how it is.

Over the last few years, though, we've drifted apart. Ravi and I are working real jobs, renting a decent apartment. We even bought a couch together. Sarah though, she's deeper into the scene than ever. There's a tat I haven't seen before on her forearm, a fresh piercing through her left eyebrow. I suspect she thinks my new conservative look is ridiculous. I can't say I disagree with her.

"Things won't get weird," I say. "We have a deal. It's strictly a one-time thing... a birthday present."

"You want to give Ravi a threesome for his birthday?"

"It won't be a threesome," I say. "I'm not into... I mean... it's okay if you are... it's just that I don't...."

"I get it," Sarah says, laughing. "You don't eat pussy. It's cool. Neither do I. So, if it's not a threesome, what is it?"

I shrug. "Just a casual hookup."

"Just casual hookup... with a guy I barely know... while his girlfriend watches."

"So it won't be cheating! If you two were alone, it would be like he was cheating on me. But if I'm there...."

"... that makes it okay?" Sarah's expression is dubious. "Um... whatever you say, girl...."

"Ravi and I worked it out! We have a deal! It's strictly a one-time thing...."

I know how ridiculous I must sound. I can feel my cheeks burning.

"Look, forget I ever mentioned it. It was a stupid thing to ask. I'm sorry I brought it up."

"Hey, hey... don't be like that! I'm not saying no. I always did think Ravi was kind of cute. I just want to know what I'm be getting into. I don't want any drama."

I hold up my hand. "No drama. I swear."

Sarah takes a sip of her latte. "Does he have a nice cock?"

I nod. "Oh yes."

"Long?"

"Long-ish. But thick. You know what I mean? When he's inside you, you really feel it. You're flat on your back, with your feet up in the air. He climbs on top of you, sticks in it, and then he starts thrusting. All that hard thickness is riding in and out of your... uh...."

Suddenly embarrassed, I let my voice trail off. Sarah shakes her head and laughs.

"Damn girl, listen to you! When did you become such a freak?"

"So... um, anyway... are you in?"

"With an endorsement like that, how can I say no?" Sarah laughs

* * *

That night when Ravi gets home from work, I'm chopping carrots in the kitchen. He drops his bag by the door, and kisses the back of my neck.

"Hey babe," he says. "You have a good day?"

"Not bad," I say. "How about you?"

"It's getting better already," he says, nuzzling up against me. His hands are on my hips, pulling me back towards him.

"Hey... watch it!" I say, twisting away. "Woman with a knife here!"

He laughs and lets go, opens the fridge to get a beer. "You know I can't resist you when you're being domestic."

I glance down and wiggle my toes. "I am barefoot, and I am in the kitchen."

"My dream girl."

I nod my head. "Damn straight. Best thing that ever happened to you."

He takes a sip of his beer and glances at the knife. I love the look he's got in his eyes.

"Okay. You're safe for now," he says, grinning. "But after dinner, babe, it's on...."

"Ha! What makes you so sure I'll want you?"

"Because you always want me," he says matter-of-factly.

I have to admit, he's right.

* * *

I wait until we're having sex to tell him.

I'm naked, flat on my back on the living room floor with my feet up in the air just like I described to Sarah. Ravi is on top of me, fucking me hard. He's got my wrists pinned over my head and I'm wide open, taking him deep. I'm going to have rug burns on my shoulder blades.

"She said yes," I mutter breathlessly.

There's a stutter in his rhythm. His face is a mixture of lust and bafflement.

"Who said yes?" he pants.

"Sarah," I say. His thrusts push the words out of me. "I... had... lunch... with... her... today... and... oh fuck!"

Ravi freezes mid-stroke. He's deep inside me, and I can feel his cock throbbing. We stare at each other, breathing hard.

"Wait, what?" he says. "You saw Sarah? You actually asked her?"

I bite my lip. I want him to move so bad. But he's holding completely still.

"Uh-huh," I say, nodding. "She's good with it. With... all of it. Please don't stop."

"Oh shit, sorry."

He starts up again, slower now, gentler and more deliberate. I can feel every inch of him as he slides into me. Oh, fuck that's good. I wriggle with delight, wrap my legs around him, crossing my ankles behind his sweet ass.

"Oh, fuck yeah... just like that," I moan. "Fuck me, baby."

"How did she look?" he asks.

"Is she still hot, you mean?" I tease.

"Yeah, I guess," he admits sheepishly

I nod. "Yeah, she's still hot."

"You're amazing," he says. "I don't deserve you."

I kiss him hard on the mouth. I love him so much right now. The way we're moving together is sublime. We're so perfectly in synch, I can't tell where my body ends and where his begins. I can feel his muscles start to go rigid, so I know he must be close. I'm close too.

"Are you gonna cum inside me, babe?" I pant. "Are you gonna cum inside my sweet little pussy?"

He loves it when I talk dirty.

"God... yes... fuck... yes." He can barely get the words out. His voice is a deep growl.

He lets go of my wrists and grabs my hips, lifting my ass off the ground. He's on his knees, pounding in and out of me. I'm moaning, thrashing. Our sex is generally pretty good, but it's been a while since it's been this good. He pumps me full, then hugs me and kisses me and cuddles me.

* * *

We fuck a lot over the next few weeks. It's like he's trying to prove that hooking up with Sarah won't mean anything. I don't know if he's trying to prove it to me, or to himself. Maybe to both of us.

For his birthday, we don't go out. We have a nice meal at home and Sarah comes over to share it with us.

When I call to invite her, she understands immediately what the score is. I'm grateful she doesn't make me spell it out--dinner first, then Ravi gets his present.

And no drama.

I wear my little black party dress and open-toed heels. I look sexy. I

feel

sexy.

Ravi is just in a normal button-down shirt and blue jeans, but it's his birthday, so it's okay if he doesn't want to dress up.

The two of us are puttering around the apartment, making dinner, cleaning up the place. When the doorbell rings it startles both of us.

Sarah is wearing an old floral-print cotton dress that I'm guessing she got at a thrift store, and battered Converse sneakers with white ankle socks. She's still cute as hell.

When I open the door, she hands me a bottle of wine.

"I hope red is okay."

"Red is great," I say, smiling a little too wide.

We try to make small talk over the chicken tikka masala, but everything is forced and strange. Ravi tries to talk to Sarah about bands we used to follow, but she's into different music now, and the conversation goes nowhere. Eventually we let him ramble on about his job.

By the end of dinner we're all really drunk. We polish off the wine Sarah brought, and also the two bottles I got at Bevmo this afternoon. Afterwards, we retreat into the living room to smoke some weed.

"So how do we do this?" Sarah says with a little laugh. "Just take off our clothes and start going at it?"

I sit off to one side in a plain wooden chair so the two of them can share the couch. Sarah kicks off her sneakers and flops down next to Ravi.

He takes a big hit from the bong and passes it to her. She takes a big hit too, and an after a massive coughing fit, she sets down the bong down on the coffee table and casually lays her hand on Ravi's crotch.

His eyes open wide.

"Just so we're clear--no kissing, okay?" Sarah says.

"Okay," Ravi nods. "No kissing."

I can tell from the bulge in his jeans he's already hard.

Sarah's floral dress clings to her thin body. She's not wearing a bra, and I can see her nipples through the thin fabric.

I feel a pang of jealousy. I can tell why he's so hung up on her. She really is amazingly cute. I also know it's also the "forbidden fruit" aspect of doing it with a white girl.

Ravi reaches out and touches Sarah's bare leg. He slides his brown hand up under her flouncy skirt. Her dress rides up, giving me a brief view of her skinny little white-girl ass and her pink panties.

Meanwhile she's unbuckling his belt. She slips her hand inside his jeans and wraps her fingers around his thick cock.

This is where things get surreal. Up until now it's just been some old friends hanging out, getting stoned and chatting, but now it's a

hook-up

.

Sarah takes Ravi's junk out of his pants. She looks at me as she does it, making sure that I'm cool with this escalation. I have to be, don't I? This is what we agreed to. This is part of the deal.

She's fascinated that he's uncut, and she experiments with it by jerking him a little, pulling his foreskin skin down until the shiny pink head peeks out.

"Is it okay if I suck him?" she asks me.

"Totally," I nod. "Go for it."

Sarah bends over and delicately takes Ravi's big brown cock into her mouth. Her slender fingers stroke his shaved balls.

It's weird. I've sucked Ravi off a hundred times, but I've never had the opportunity to watch his face while I do it. Today, his expression softens into such a gentle look of gratitude that my final lingering misgivings completely evaporate. I'm so glad that Sarah and I are giving him this gift.

He lightly touches the back of her head, like he's trying to reassure himself that this is really happening.

Sarah kisses all along the length of his shaft, then takes him deep. While she's blowing him, she's also unbuttoning her dress. There are tiny mother-of-pearl buttons all down the front, and she undoes all of them one-by-one, then shrugs it off her shoulders.

The delicate wings of her shoulder blades shift under her pale skin. She's really tiny up top--hardly any tits at all--but they're still big enough to sway a little as she bobs her head up and down on Ravi's cock.

Her nipples are tiny too, and a delicate shade of pink, the color of seashells. Ravi reaches out and touches them, again with an air of not quite believing this is really happening.

"Do you want to suck them?" Sarah asks in a husky voice.

Ravi nods. He does want to suck her pretty pink titties.

She sits up straight and stretches her arms over her head. The little tufts of light brown hair under her arms are damp with sweat.

Ravi leans over and presses his lips to her left breast. His cock is standing straight up, all wet and shiny from being in her mouth.

She looks down at him with a pouty expression on her face as he sucks and nuzzles her tits.

"Why don't you take off my panties," she suggests.

She raises her bottom up off the couch to make it easier for him. He hooks his fingers in the elastic waistband and drags her panties down her skinny thighs. But he's so eager he rushes it, and they get all tangled around her ankles. Sarah laughs and helps him. She pulls her panties the rest of the way off herself, and tosses them on the coffee table next to the bong.

Her pussy is as hairy as her armpits--a soft nest of light-brown hair.

She's naked now, except for her little white socks.

Ravi has his cock in his hand, jerking it.

"Can I eat you out?" He asks shyly.

"Sure," she shrugs. "Why not?"

She leans back and rests her heels on the edge of the couch, spreading her thighs.

Ravi groans and shoves the coffee table back to give himself room to maneuver. He eagerly dives in, rubbing his cheek against her furry crotch, coating himself with her scent.

Her pussy lips are pink too--delicate baroque folds, dewy with arousal. Tentatively, Ravi sticks his tongue in her slit. Sarah wriggles her hips urging him on.

She looks straight at me, making sure I'm still okay with what's going on. This is what we agreed to? Right?

I nod. Right.

Ravi's jerking himself like crazy. He's so turned on I think for a minute he's going to cum without even fucking her.

But he's definitely not going to miss out on fucking her. He rests his brown hands on the inside of her pale thighs, spreading her even wider. The dripping head of his cock is just inches away from Sarah's pink little cunt.

"You're protected, right?" Ravi growls.

"Yeah, I'm good," Sarah nods.

I want to look away, but I can't, because we made a deal, right? It's not cheating if I watch them do it. And they're totally gonna do it.

Ravi rubs his big veiny cock on Sarah's bush, giving her a little preview of what's coming next.

"Oh yeah... stick it in," Sarah says.

She looks down to watch him penetrate her. Her mouth makes a little "o" as she discovers for herself just how thick he is.

Then she reaches down between her thighs to guide him, touching the veiny shaft of his cock, touching him where he's going in, touching her delicate pink pussy lips, where she's open to receive him.

She takes it all, the whole thick length of him, all the way to the root.

"Holy shit," Sarah says softly, her eyelids fluttering.

I feel a sympathetic tingle between my own legs--a sensory echo of the last time I had Ravi's cock inside my pussy. I know exactly how Sarah feels right now. That same delicious fullness.

Her sock-covered feet are up in the air, her toes pointed.

Ravi starts to move, plowing her with slow steady strokes.

I go stand next to the couch, inches away from where the two of them are going at it.

It's weird being fully dressed while they're completely naked. It's also weird watching my boyfriend fuck someone else. I can see everything. The way his cock slides into her. The way her pussy lips wrap around it.

She's making sexy little noises as he thrusts into her, little uh-uh-uh sounds.

Ravi grabs her wrists and pins her arms over her head, exposing her hairy armpits, stretching her out long and lean on our couch--the couch we picked out together.

He leans in to kiss her, but she turns her head to one side, offering him her bare throat instead.

"Remember... no kissing," Sarah scolds.

"It's okay if you cum in me, though" she adds, glancing up at me for confirmation.

I nod my head. "Yeah, you can cum in her," I say. "Cum inside that sweet little pussy."

I know what my man likes. As soon as the words leave my lips, Ravi picks up the pace, really starts to pound her, really starts to rail her.

Sarah has her head thrown back and her eyes closed. She's making little whimpering noises. I told you, right? I told you he had a nice cock.

I can tell Ravi's about to cum. His big brown balls are swaying in his shaved sack as he thrusts, slapping against Sarah's pale ass.

His cute butt suddenly clinches, his balls tighten, and he gives one final thrust....

He makes a desperate little noise, halfway between a groan and a whimper.

Sarah herself is goes totally silent. She lays there, trembling underneath him, arms pinned over her head, feet in the air, completely absorbed in her private orgasm.

This was what we agreed to. Ravi gets to fuck her once as a birthday present. No kissing. No drama.

It's done. Ravi lets go of her wrists and slithers out of her. Stunned, I watch his cock emerge from her hairy hole. He's still half-hard, slick and shiny from being inside her. A thread of cum connects them, stretching from the head of his cock to her wet pussy.

Then Ravi gets unsteadily to his feet and looks down in amazement at his handiwork. Sarah is gaping. A trickle of milky semen runs down her ass onto the couch. Onto our couch. I know it's going to stain, and I feel a pang.

Her eyes flutter open. She rests her hand on her tummy above her bush.

"Wow," she says softly, looking up at me. "When you said he was thick, you weren't kidding...."

We're all still really stoned and drunk. Ravi wanders back to our bedroom, his wet dick flopping against his thighs. I get Sarah some tissues so she can clean up. She dabs ineffectually at her leaking pussy. She's in no condition to drive.

I tell her it's cool if she wants to crash on the couch, and bring her a fuzzy blanket and one of Ravi's old tee shirts to sleep in. The shirt is way too big on her.

"How are you doing?" Sarah asks, as I shake out the blanket.

"Okay I guess," I say, looking off to the side.

I'm not feeling okay at all.

Then I follow after Ravi, turning down the lights so Sarah can get some sleep. The last I see of her she's lying on the couch pulling the blanket up under her chin.

Ravi's waiting for me in our bedroom, sitting naked on the edge of our bed, his thick cock hanging down between his open legs.

He watches me take off my clothes--my sexy party dress, my fancy bra, my lacy panties. I don't make a production out of it--this is just me getting ready for bed. I'm still a little tipsy myself and I stumble as I take off my heels.

Completely naked, I go stand in front of him. He rests his hands on my hips, and bends forward until his forehead touches my belly.

"Thank you," he says.

"Happy birthday," I reply, stroking his head.

I don't tell him, but I really want to fuck him right now. Watching him with Sarah got me so turned on... and I also want to make sure he still wants me.

"Should I let my bush grow out?" I say.

"I don't know. I like you like this."

He kisses down my tummy, until he reaches my smooth cleft. He presses his lips to my mound, just above the start of my split.

His hand is up between my legs, playing with my pussy lips. I shift my feet a little, widening my stance, giving him better access. He slips two fingers inside me. He knows how I like to be touched.

"You're really wet," he comments.

My pussy is making little smacking noises as he moves his fingers in and out. I

am

really wet. I play with my titties for a while as ride his hand, pinching my dark nipples. I've got bigger breasts than Sarah, so that's something.

He's already hard again. He just shot off in Sarah a little while ago, but he's already ready to go.

Ravi flops back on the bed, his erection standing straight up. I get down next him and nuzzle it. I can

smell

her on him, the musky aroma of Sarah's cunt. I meant it when I told her I don't eat pussy. Normally the idea of doing it with a girl doesn't do anything for me, but smelling Sarah's cunt on Ravi's cock is the sexiest thing....

I gingerly take him into my mouth. Now I can

taste

her. This is what Sarah's pussy tastes like. It's like I'm sucking Ravi's cock and eating her out at the same time.

I take my time blowing him, playing with his balls a little, doing everything he likes, reminding him what a good little cocksucker I am, how good we are together. I take him right up to the edge, until he starts jerking his hips up off the bed, eager little thrusts.

I'm eager too. I want his cock in my cunt so bad it's a physical ache. I climb up on the bed and straddle him, rubbing the pink head against my wet pussy lips. Slowly I lower myself onto him, impaling myself on his thick cock. Then I lean over so he can suck my womanly breasts while I fuck him.

His strong hands are on my generous hips, guiding me, urging me on.

Does my pussy feel as good as Sarah's? Am I as wet and tight? I do have one advantage over her--I know him better than she does. I know all his kinks and urges.

I play with my tits for him, squeezing my nipples, showing off for him. I bend over so they dangle in his face and he can suck them. I roll my hips for him, urging him on toward his orgasm, showing him what a bad girl I am. I want him to cum inside me the way he came inside her.