Fuck Buddy

by Scott Hildreth

  Yet.

  I glanced across the table as the waitress walked up. As he pointed to the menu, she eyed him like she wanted to eat him.

  Sorry, bitch, he’s mine.

  Well, kind of.

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  LUKE

  “Everything?”

  “Whatever your perception of naked is,” I responded.

  “Sounds like everything.” Liv responded softly, her gaze falling to my waist.

  Over the years, I had seen Liv in a swimsuit, wearing skimpy outfits, and wrapped in a towel after a shower. I had never, however, seen her naked until we started our new arrangement. Her body was about as perfect as I would imagine anyone’s could be, and seeing her undress was a gift in itself. I stood at the end of her bed and watched as she undressed, treasuring the removal of each article of clothing.

  Liv wasn’t a tall woman, but I wouldn’t describe her as short, either. Standing five foot four, I liked to call her average height. She was graced with a nice round ass, reasonably large breasts, and a defined waist between them.

  Clothed, she looked tempting. Naked, she looked irresistible.

  “Okay,” she said as she tossed her panties into the pile.

  She stood, nervously twisting her hips back and forth, and forced a grin. I raised my hand to my chin and studied her.

  “What?”

  I folded my arms in front of my chest. “Nothing, just admiring you.”

  “Is there something wrong?”

  “No, nothing at all. In fact,” I said as I slowly walked around her. “You look perfect.”

  “Whatever. I’m a little fatty,” she said.

  “I think you’re perfect.”

  “Are you going to get undressed?” she asked over her shoulder.

  Standing behind her, I placed my hands against each side of her waist. I raised them slowly, enjoying every inch of her smooth skin until the tips of my fingers rested at the edge of her breasts. “I may.”

  “Oh,” she cooed.

  I turned to face her and admired her perfectly sculpted breasts. Her eyes followed my hand I reached toward her with an extended finger. With the tip, I gently traced around the circumference of her nipple repeatedly.

  She inhaled a quick breath.

  “So, I was thinking,” I said as I stepped in front of her. “I’m going to have you read a book while I fuck you. Like, out loud.”

  “Huh? Read a book?” she snapped back.

  “Yeah.”

  “I think…” She swallowed, exhaled, and licked her lips. “I think I want you to choke me.”

  I cocked my head to the side and met her gaze. “Choke you? While you read a book?”

  She swallowed again and shook her head lightly. “I don’t care. If the book makes you happy, sure. I really want you to choke me. My twat is dripping down my leg from thinking about it. Maybe we can do it after the reading part?”

  The thought of choking her excited me, but it was something I perceived as taboo, especially with someone I cherished as much as Liv. I often fantasized about such things, but viewed them as off-limits, and therefore never considered introducing them into my sexual activities. Liv had always been special to me, and since our new arrangement began to unfold, she had become even more so.

  I had limited myself to strange sexual situations to satisfy my kink, and to be honest, had been mentally searching for something new and exciting for us to consider. If me choking her was something she felt she would enjoy, I wondered what else may arouse her.

  As much as I wanted to refuse her request, I decided if it was something she truly wanted, and something I yearned to do, maybe I would proceed with caution.

  I cocked an eyebrow. “You really want me to choke you?”

  She nodded repeatedly. “Uh huh.”

  “While I’m fucking you?”

  “It’d be kinda weird if you did it while I was eating dinner,” she said with a laugh. “Yeah, while you’re fucking me.”

  I laughed at her response. Excited at the thought of choking her, but slightly uncomfortable with the implementation, I stood silently for a moment and gazed blankly at her.

  “When you choked me the other day for just a second, I really liked it. Since we talked at the bar, I’ve been thinking. If you want to confuse me while you’re fucking me, choking me is a good way to do it, so maybe it’d be a turn-on for both of us.”

  It wasn’t at all what I expected to hear. “You liked it when I grabbed you neck?”

  “Uh huh. And when I think about it, my pussy turns into a river.”

  My cock stiffened as she spoke. “Alright then, we’ll do both.”

  “Both?”

  “Yeah, while you’re trying to read, I’ll choke you and fuck you.”

  “You know; this is just fucking weird. I’m standing here naked talking about this shit and you’re standing there looking like you’re going to the beach. We need to just do this shit. I mean, I’m up for pretty much anything. Just, I don’t know, do whatever you want. Spontaneity would be nice. But this.” She waved her hand back and forth between us. “This whole negotiation thing ruins the mood.”

  I couldn’t agree with her more. I grabbed her Kindle from the night stand beside her bed. After thumbing through the available books, I opened one and flipped to a random page.

  I handed her the device. “I agree. But, no differently than handing a man a rifle doesn’t make him a trained soldier, a man having a willing participant doesn’t make him a BDSM Master or Dom or whatever. This is all new to me. We’ll get through it.”

  She grinned. “Okay.”

  She glanced at the Kindle and then shifted her eyes to meet mine. “So, what now?”

  “Climb on the bed, lay down, and start reading.”

  “Belly or back?” he asked.

  “Back.”

  As she climbed onto the bed, I pulled off my shorts and tossed my shirt beside the bed. Her earlier complaint was certainly a valid one, as my previously rigid cock was now almost flaccid and seemed to lack interest in even continuing.

  “Start where you have it opened?” she asked.

  My level of arousal had dropped completely. The mere mention of choking her had taken my mind in a different direction altogether. In an effort to convince myself I didn’t need to choke her, I responded.

  “Sure. Wherever,” I said.

  Laying on her back gazing up at the Kindle, she cleared her throat and began. “Although she hadn’t seen Trayvor in thirteen years, nothing had changed, she thought.”

  “Do you want me to keep going?”

  On my knees at the foot of the bed, I glanced down at my cock. “Sure, keep going.”

  “Nervously, she cleared her throat. She had hoped to explain her dilemma without much emotion, but doing so in his presence quickly became seemingly impossible. She studied him as he inched closer, her eyes fixed on his hands.”

  “More?” she asked.

  The most beautiful woman I had ever seen was laying before me, and she wanted me to fuck her. My mind – and my cock – apparently had zero interest. I wanted to choke her, and as I gazed down at her naked body, I realized there was really nothing that was going to act as a viable substitute.

  “Just a little more,” I said.

  “Her fascination with his hands began early in their relationship. He had once…”

  I gazed down at her naked body. With her face obstructed by the Kindle she held in her hands, I cautiously crawled between her legs as she continued to read.

  “A slight shimmer from the chrome barrel caught her attention. Naturally, she took a step back with her…”

  I slapped the Kindle out of her hands and to the far side of her bed. Startled, she stared back at me, her face washed with concern. Without warning, I reached down, gripped her neck in my hands, and began to squeeze.

  Her eyes widened and she groaned out one dry word.

  “Harder…”

  She had said all I needed to hear. I tightened
my grip on her neck as I pushed my hips between her thighs. My level of arousal was at an all-time high. Starving for the feeling of her tight pussy’s clench on my throbbing shaft, I forced myself into her. It was as if a completely different cock was between my legs.

  I began to thrust my hips savagely, shouting as I did so.

  “Focus, Liv. Focus!” I bellowed as I pounded myself deeper and deeper.

  She arched her back.

  I tightened my grip and shoved my entire weight against her, hoping to force every last inch of myself into her.

  “God damn it, Liv. You’ve got to focus. You’ll never amount to anything if you can’t focus,” I screamed.

  I released my grip with my right hand and pressed the web of my left hand against her neck, pushing her down into the comforter of the bed. Her eyes followed my right hand as I raised it high above her.

  Whack!

  I slapped her face and screamed. “For fuck’s sake, Luke. Focus.”

  I felt her pussy tighten against my shaft as I ground my hips between her thighs. I raised my hand again. Her lips parted slightly. I shifted my gaze to her bouncing breasts. I swept my hand down toward her chest, slapping the tips of my fingers harshly against her tit.

  My breathing quickly became labored. I felt my scrotum tighten. I released her neck, gripped her butt with each hand, and lifted her from the bed. The tips of my fingers dug deep into the flesh of her ass as I shoved every inch of myself deep into her soaking wet mound. I held my hips against her inner thighs and closed my eyes. Soon, my back arched and I groaned loudly, feeling a level or satisfaction that was totally new to me. At the same time, Liv wailed into the room.

  “Oh…fuuuuuck,” she cried.

  Magically, our bodies, minds, and spirits seemed to connect. Her pussy clenched against the shaft of my cock, all but begging me to reach climax. In response, it swelled in size, receptive to her inner desires.

  Together, we each moaned into the room, reaching climax at precisely the same time.

  My vision blurred as the cum rushed from me. A few short unsuspecting strokes later, and I held myself deep within her, cherishing the feeling of our bodies being bound together.

  I collapsed onto the bed beside her.

  “Holy. Shit.” She turned her head to face me. “That. Was fucking. Crazy.”

  I met her gaze and grinned. “So, you enjoyed it?”

  She pressed her elbow into the bed and rested her cheek against the palm of her hand. “Fuck...”

  The tone of her voice led me to believe she was extremely pleased. She inhaled a shallow breath and bit into her quivering lip. As she exhaled, she murmured the remaining portion of her response. “I. Loved it.”

  “Me too. Sorry about the slapping. I don’t know what happened.”

  “Sorry, Not sorry.” She chuckled. “It was so fucking hot. Holy crap.”

  “Yeah,” I breathed. “It was.”

  We relaxed side by side, catching our breath and regaining our composure. After a few moments of silence, she tossed her legs over the edge of the bed and stood.

  “I’m gonna pee,” she said.

  “Okay.”

  Her long brown hair hung to the middle of her narrow back. Now a complete mess, watching her walk to the bathroom with it unkempt was satisfying in itself. A few minutes later she returned, her hair still knotted, grinning as she climbed into the bed.

  “Holy crap. I was full of cum. Like full. It leaked out forever. Excited much?”

  “I got pretty excited.” I chuckled.

  She nestled beside me and stared up at the ceiling. “I’ve got a question.”

  “Okay.”

  “Uhhm. When you were slapping me, you said ‘Focus Luke.’ You said your name. What was that about?”

  “I said ‘Liv’, not ‘Luke.’ ”

  “I think you said ‘Luke.’ ‘For fuck’s sake, Luke. Focus.’ ”

  I shook my head. “I think you were confused.”

  She turned her head to the side. “Well, I guess that’s what you were after. To fuck me until I was confused, right?”

  “I suppose so,” I said with a laugh. “Now, roll over here and put your head on my shoulder. I want to just lay here and hold you.”

  She grinned. “Okay.”

  After she positioned herself against me, we talked of life, failed relationships, and our love for all things we found to be beautiful. As the night progressed, the length of time between subjects increased, and eventually – without much warning – we fell asleep.

  Each of us at basically the same time.

  For the first time since I was a child, I slept all night without dreams, without waking, and without the desire to walk down to the beach for comfort.

  My comfort, it seemed, was at my side.

  CHAPTER NINE

  LIV

  “If you say a word, I’ll kill you,” I said.

  She shook her head. “I won’t, I swear.”

  “Dead. Like to the cemetery. That kind of dead,” I said in my most convincing tone.

  She pulled away front he table slightly and squinted. “Okay. Jeez. I said I won’t.”

  “Luke.”

  She scrunched her nose. “Huh?”

  I nodded and grinned. “Luke.”

  “Luke? Like Luke fucking Eagan? The surfer? Your bestie?” she screeched.

  I glanced over each shoulder. “Shhh.”

  Chloe and I were sitting in a restaurant eating lunch. With her arms covered in colorful Asian themed tattoos and rocking a black and purple ombré, she didn’t look much differently than she did the last time I had seen her. Well, with the exception of the hair color, but her hair was always colored wildly.

  “Holy shit, Liv. Are you serious?”

  “Uh huh.”

  “For how long?”

  I shrugged. “I dunno. Like a couple of months. No, maybe a little more than a month.”

  She widened her eyes, swallowed heavily, and stared in apparent disbelief. “One word. Wow.”

  My face washed with pride. “Uh huh.”

  “God, I remember when we were in school. No disrespect, but I wanted that guy to fuck me so bad. He was so fucking hot,” she said, shaking her head lightly. “Then, I saw him on T.V a while back. They did a thing on him on News 8 like a year ago, did you see that?”

  “No, but I heard about it.”

  “It was freaking nuts. He was inside some crazy thirty-footer at Black’s. The swell kept swallowing him up, and he’s inside the barrel just riding it like it’s no big deal. Over and over, he’d just disappear into the tube or whatever, and then bam, out he’d come,” she said, holding her arms out to the side, giving her best surfer imitation.

  She glanced down at the table and quickly raised her eyes to meet mine. “It was when we had that big storm like early last spring. The whole beach was there watching him. Nobody would even try and paddle out. But Luke? Yeah, he was out there, just like always.”

  Chloe was a slut, but she was a funny slut. Although I hadn’t seen her in eighteen months, I really felt like there was no one else I could talk to about Luke without being chastised or criticized. She had always been a little bit of a weirdo when it came to sex, and seemed to always have boyfriends who like to slap her around.

  Since our odd phone sex encounter, I decided to give her another call and see if she had time to meet for lunch and talk.

  She shook her head. “Anyway, holy fuck. So, does he fuck as good as he surfs?”

  “Uhhm. Yeah, probably better. But I’ve got some questions.”

  “About what?”

  “Well, about wild sex. He’s into all kinds of weird stuff.”

  “No shit. Like having you call me on the phone while you’re boning. That was funny. Kavin’s a freak, too. So what’s the question?” she asked.

  I twisted in my seat nervously. “Uhhm. Well, have any of your boyfriends liked to choke you?”

  “Uh, yeah. Like all of ‘em.”

  “Oh.” I gi
ggled. “Sorry.”

  She twirled the ends of her hair around her index finger and snapped her gum repeatedly. “So Luke’s a freak, huh?”

  I quickly remembered what it was I didn’t like about her. The gum thing drove me insane from the first time we met. Apparently she didn’t grow out of it.

  I shrugged and took a sip of my malt. “I guess so. So, I’m guessing you like that kinky stuff?”

  “Kinky? Yeah, love it. But choking isn’t kinky, it’s just whatever. I mean, really, Anastasia Steele’s got nothing on me.”

  I wrinkled my nose. “Who?”

  “Seriously?” She chuckled. “Fifty Shades of Grey? Anastasia? Christian? Hello?”

  “Oh, yeah. I didn’t see it,” I said.

  “Did you read the book?”

  I shook my head. “Nope.”

  “Do you like Luke’s hand on your neck?”

  I stared blankly.

  “When he chokes you, do you like it?”

  “Oh. Yeah, I do.”

  “Read the book. It’s a joke as far as BDSM goes, but it’s a good read. Might make you realize some things about yourself.”

  “Okay.” I took another sip of my malt. “You said choking wasn’t kinky. So, what’s kinky?”

  She stopped twirling her hair. “You poor thing. You haven’t got a clue, do you?”

  I shook my head.

  “I’ll give you a few of my faves. Bondage, spankings, deprivation, piss play, butt plugs, and a good face fucking. I mean, really, there’s not much I don’t like,” she said.

  A lump rose in my throat. I swallowed twice, gazed at her wide-eyed, and coughed. “Piss play? You don’t…”

  “Sure do. He pissed all over me, and I love it. Hey, it’s not for everyone, but don’t knock it. So, are you submissive?”

  I shrugged. The thought of being pissed on, even by Luke, made me cringe. I gazed back at her, filled with wonder.

  “But Luke’s dominant, right?”

  I shrugged again. It seemed like a rhetorical question. All men were dominant as far as I knew.

  “Oh shit. Please, tell me you’ve got a safe word at least.”

  “A what?”

  Her mouth fell agape. “Liv! You two idiots are going to fuck around and hurt someone. Oh my god. Do you have a laptop?”