I could use a blowjob... (bi)
We were watching TV in the basement, me, my buddy Josh, and his girlfriend. Other than me feeling like the third wheel at times and wishing I had a girlfriend too so the four of us could hang out, it was shaping up to be a perfectly enjoyable time.
So at one point Becca was flipping through the hundreds of cable channels looking for anything good. She got to a series of channels that were all blacked out with crazy colored zig zag lines and tiny snippets of actual movies. You know the ones I mean, porno channels that Josh's parents had not subscribed to so they were imperfectly blocked.
She was flipping rapidly and there was no reason to go slow for blacked out channels. But just for a part of a second a tiny blip of a porno became clear and it was obvious what was happening. There in front of all three of us we saw the unmistakable shot of a blowjob. And as quickly as it had appeared it went away while also Becca just kept pushing that channel button.
I know he didn't plan to say this, and I know it just sort of got blurted out on impulse. But, without thinking it through, Josh cupped his crotch and said, "I could use a blowjob from..."
He almost didn't get to finish because in a flash Becca cut him off, "Not on your life, not ever."
Then without breaking stride and without even stopping he finished his sentence, "...Matt." I don't think he wanted a blowjob from me, but since he couldn't finish the sentence with "Becca" he must've just used the name of the next person there.
The image from the TV was barely off the screen when it was my turn to speak without thinking first, "Sure, no problem."
I don't know why I said that. Maybe his words hadn't fully seeped into my mind. Maybe it was automatic, like when you're getting up and someone says they need a drink so you just say that you'll get it.
It's not like I'd ever wanted to or thought about giving a blowjob. Right? It couldn't be something deep inside me?
Well nothing else was said for like the longest two seconds in the whole world. Then with just the slightest bit of visible annoyance in his voice Josh added, "Yea, I know you won't." He was staring directly into her eyes kind of intently.
I think she called what she perceived to be his bluff, "Hey, if you homos want to there's no one stopping you." She crossed her arms, under those very fine boobs of hers, all in a huff. Then offered, "In fact, I think you should. It's a good idea to blow off steam so you stop pestering me."
Again, I really don't think she actually meant it. But she'd turned down a road.
Josh never stopped giving her that smoldering stare. Then with slow intentional precision he unzipped his jeans, filling the room with the confrontational sound.
I watched her face closely to see how she would counter his statement. I was so sure I was about to see a pretty big fight. But it's pretty hard to read girls sometimes and Becca's no exception. With pursed and twisted lips she glanced from his crotch to his face and gave an almost imperceptible jerk of her head. I think she was daring him to go further. Or urging him to leave. How's a person to know?
About now I needed a way to get out of this and to defuse the situation. So I offered her a way out, "I've never... it's not my thing... like I would need some pretty strong incentive. And since there's nothing in it for me." I was mesmerized by the way her perfect tits were suspended on her angry arms so again I spoke rashly, "Becca would have to take her top off and put on a show."
I've seen her at the beach, all shy, and subconsciously trying to hide her melons. She would never do it and we would all have a laugh someday.
But Josh unfortunately intervened, trying to make a point, trying to be right, "I do everything for you. I drive you around all day to go shopping. I pay for all our dates. I'm nice to your silly friends. And I treat you right and with respect."
It didn't seem too respectful to me and I saw her body flinch like she'd been stabbed. She got up and crossed the room until she was sitting on the ottoman between him and I, but talking to me in a gentle voice, "I know, Matt."
No, I didn't know. What the hell was she trying to say to me? Did she understand that I didn't really want to suck my friend? Did she assume that I did want to? Or more likely did she know how uncomfortable they were making me?
She crossed her arms again. But this time she didn't cross them under her boobs, she crossed them over each other, and grabbing the lower hem of her sexy stretchy top, she pulled it and her bra up over her head in one fluid movement.
Naked from the waist up she looked spectacular. Her jugs were firm for such big ones. With lovely areola and quickly hardening nipples. I'd never before witnessed nipples do that and it did strange things to me.
Shocked, I stammered, "I, I, I'd have to touch them during the..." I never finished whatever it was that I was thinking.
Josh stammered too. But his voice sounded whiny, like a big cry baby, "H,h, how could you?"
Then he snapped. He had nothing more to say but he started fumbling with his fly, scrambling with no coordination to pull his penis out through the slit in his pants. Failing at that he just pushed the still buttoned jeans along with his underwear down his thighs.
His girlfriend angrily pushed her jugs together then rubbed them on my face delightfully. They felt hot and silky on my skin. This fight maybe wasn't such a bad thing after all. I readjusted my pants to ease the strain on my uncomfortably bent dick.
The half nude nineteen year old girl simultaneously stuck one amazing nipple in my mouth while moving my hand to Josh's softy. Her nip was hard and poked into me, caressing my tongue. The penis, in contrast, was spongy and damp.
Now was the time for me to end this. I only had to get up and leave. Suddenly, the rubbery tip between my lips was replaced by her other nipple. I loved more than anything that I'd sucked BOTH nipples. I just had to have more. I opened up and sucked her whole areola into my hungry mouth. I could still quit this after just a little more.
She tormented Josh, "He's a very good sucker. The only one you'll ever know as long as I'll have you as my boy." It was nice to be appreciated by such a pretty girl. I'd only dated two girls to date. Neither as pretty and neither had let me get this far.
Two hands took hold of my head: one of Josh's and one of hers. Together they pushed and pulled me to his unresponsive dick. I lost my latch on her nip but this couldn't end until I had thoroughly mauled her breasts.
As my face went down, my hands came up, grabbing those big fantastic tits. I squeezed and pushed and pinched and rubbed and basically did everything I'd ever wanted to do to a girl's chest. But without hands to stop my fall I was driven straight into Josh's dick.
The side of my face smacked his lap crushing a nervous fleshy organ between my cheek and his stomach. But the important thing was that I assaulted those bags in my hands, finally feeling what was unknown to me before. I now knew that boobs are filled with shapes and fascinating organs inside: they're not just milk-filled water balloons. If I died now...
I couldn't see their faces, and if I had, I bet I would have seen more of their silent struggle. Becca put her hands on my wrists, moving my hands over her chest where she wanted me to touch her. With an unexplained shift in her intentions, for some reason, she took my fingers and made me twirl her nipples. I just might never get to do this to Becca ever again, maybe not to any woman.
Josh moved my head so that it turned to face his dick. He still didn't want this. I could tell by its complete lack of hardness. If anything it even felt cold to the touch unlike the molten mountains above.
