Disclaimer: This is FETISH content, where a 'lesbian' character is "turned" by her male best friend. It is unrealistic, and problematic in nature. This is purely for the fetish. This story includes dubious consent. If any of this makes you uncomfortable, do not continue on to read.
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Frankie laid out on her best friend's bed, her legs spread and her spaghetti strap slipping down her shoulder. She was braless, of course, which was very apparent by the two dots poking their way through her tank top on each of her pierced nipples. Her skirt hiked up the leg that was pulled towards her body, allowing full view of her thong clad bush.
Anyone else might view her as indecent, but Gerard was soaking it all in. The punky girl was something of his dreams. Short, curvy, and a spitfire. To Gerard's disappointment, they were just really good friends. It wasn't for his lack of trying. She was a lesbian.
He couldn't help but stare, and staring led to getting hard, which Frankie wasn't afraid to point out and make fun of.
"I can't believe you really pop a boner when I'm just laying here," She said with a teasing tone, rolling her eyes playfully.
Gerard wanted to point out that her thong was slightly pulled to the side, and that her snatch was in full view from where he sat at his desk, but he instead decided to keep that to himself. "Yeah, well, I haven't been getting a lot of action lately. Excuse my body for thinking any girl that's in my bed wants to fuck."
She laughed, "You'll get over it. I haven't had any in months. Like, seriously, my hand has been cramped lately from doing all of the work myself." She sat up slightly, pushing her fingers through her short mess of dyed hair. "And forget about a toy. It's been taking me so long that my clit goes numb," She continued with a groan, not bothering to censor herself around her best friend.
A pink flush appeared on Gerard's cheeks as he imaged his friend in her bed, trying to rub herself so fast that her hand can't keep up, only to pull out a vibrator and be let down by it too. He cleared his throat before shrugging, "I mean, sounds like we have an answer to both of our problems."
She scoffed, reaching for a pillow to toss his direction, "Don't even."
He put his hands up in defense before shrugging, "Think about it. I shave. My mouth will feel as good as any chick's. Close your eyes and think about someone else. I'll get off on getting you off. It's a win-win."
Frankie wanted to be mad at him, but the idea wasn't too terrible. She hadn't ever tried being with a guy, but she imagined it couldn't be all that different if she was just getting eaten out. "You're a loser," she shook her head, "Get over here."
He didn't need to be told twice. Before she could change her mind, Gerard got up from his desk chair and made his way over to his bed. "Who are you going to imagine?" He asked with a laugh, reaching down to pull her knees out, off the bed.