Fuck Buddy

by Scott Hildreth

  I crossed my legs, uncrossed them, and fidgeted in my seat a little. “We’ll see.”

  She grinned. “You’re thinking about it right now.”

  She was right. I was, and thinking about it had me hornier than hell. I had always considered myself to be horny, but after Luke and I were truthful about our love for each other, it seemed I couldn’t stop thinking about sex. The timing of me admitting I was submissive coming at the same time may have had something to do about it, but I wasn’t sure. The only thing that I was certain about was that I seemed to be a walking orgasm waiting for a little stimulation.

  “Are you horny all the time?” I asked.

  “Twenty-four seven.”

  “Really?”

  “Yeah, really,” she said.

  “I don’t feel so bad, then.”

  “You know,” she said. “People are born addicted to drugs or alcoholics or whatever. Their chemical make-up. It’s off. And as soon as they try a drink or like smoke a bowl, they’re fucked. Hooked for life. As long as they never try it, they never know. Little sluts like us with an insatiable sexual appetite just need a man capable of satisfying us, and we’re like a morphine addict waiting at the clinic for his next shot.”

  “I can go without sex.”

  “Really?” she waved her hand toward my purse. “Even now that you’ve had that cock.”

  I nodded. “Yep.”

  “Okay,” she said. “Two weeks. Go without that cock for two weeks.”

  “I don’t want to.”

  She laughed. “You can’t. Shit, I bet you can’t go a week.”

  “I most certainly can.”’

  “Prove it.”

  It was ridiculous. I didn’t need to prove anything to her, but there was no way I was addicted to sex or Luke’s cock. I had gone months without sex, and going a week was absolutely nothing.

  “Fine,” I said.

  “No dick whatsoever,” she said.

  “None.”

  She clenched her fist and held it over the center of the table. I looked at it, glanced at her, and wrinkled my nose.

  She nodded toward her hand. “Pound it.”

  “Oh.” I giggled.

  I pounded my fist against hers and grinned.

  Chloe had somehow transformed from some slut I went to school with to being my sexual mentor, and I was grateful for the change.

  “Honor system,” she said. “You’ve got to be truthful.”

  “Okay.”

  No sex for one week. No problem. All I had to do was convince Luke to focus on other things.

  It seemed lately all he enjoyed was surfing, spending time with me, and fucking.

  There was no fucking way I was going to make it.

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  LUKE

  Liv had been crossing, re-crossing, and adjusting her legs repeatedly the entire night. What little time she wasn’t nervously fidgeting in her seat, she had spent daintily walking back and forth to the kitchen. For the life of me I couldn’t figure out what was wrong, so I finally decided to just say something.

  She narrowed her lips and squinted as she pressed her palms against her thighs.

  I leaned away from her and stared. “You seem nervous.”

  “I’m fine.”

  “Is your stomach bothering you?”

  She grinned. “No.”

  “Something’s wrong.”

  She wiggled her hips back and forth, forcing herself deeper into the cushion. “No, everything’s fine.”

  “You’ve been wiggling all over the couch since this show started.”

  I didn’t watch television, and since moving out of my father’s home immediately following high school, hadn’t even owned a television. From time to time, however, Liv and I enjoyed a movie on Netflix or Hulu. This particular attempt at doing so seemed to be a bust.

  “Just trying to get comfortable.”

  I exchanged glances between the T.V. and Liv. “What’s keeping you from it?”

  “From what?”

  “Form getting fucking comfortable,” I said. “When I was a kid and my sister used to wiggle around like that, my dad would say it looked like she had ants in her pants. That’s what it looks like.”

  “I uhhm. I’m just…” She uncrossed her legs and quickly crossed them again.

  I leaned away from her and against the arm of the couch. She stopped wiggling, glanced at me, and quickly looked away.

  “Spill it,” I demanded.

  She looked like the cat who had just eaten the canary. “What?”

  I reached for the remote, turned off the television, and glared at her. “What in the fuck is going on?”

  She sighed. “I swear. I can’t keep anything from you.”

  “I thought we agreed there’d be no secrets.”

  “We did,” she said. “I wasn’t keeping a secret. I mean, not really. Eventually I was going to say something.”

  “Well, what’s the secret you weren’t really keeping from me?”

  She stood and slowly walked toward the kitchen. Her manner of walking was different. She no longer strolled along with the grace of a runway model – she looked more like her butt was chafed and she was trying to keep her ass cheeks from rubbing together.

  Half the distance to the kitchen doorway, she stopped and turned to face me. She looked like she was walking on broken glass. Barefoot.

  “I uhhm. Well, you know Chloe and I went to lunch. And, well, we were talking,” he said.

  I tossed my left arm over the back of the couch, slumped into the seat, and craned my neck toward her. “I’m listening. I can’t wait to see where this goes.”

  “Well, this might sound crazy at first, but it’s actually not that crazy. I mean not really.”

  “Spill it, Liv.”

  She sighed. “I’m just going to come out and say it, then we can talk about it.”

  I glared. In the middle of me taking a breath, she continued.

  “I’ve got a butt plug poked in my butt right now,” she blurted.

  I coughed half the air out of my lungs, choked, and laughed until my eyes watered. “What?”

  She smiled innocently and shrugged. “I know. I told you it’d sound crazy, but really it’s not.”

  I caught my breath, stood from the couch, and folded my arms in front of my chest. Her and Chloe’s definition of sanity and mine were apparently much different.

  “You have a rubber plug in your ass right now?”

  The innocent smile returned.

  “You get one of the big ones?” I laughed.

  “No!” she snapped back. “The one I’m on now is medium-sized.”

  I chuckled. She was adorable. Her discovery of her true sexual self was an entertaining feat to witness, but keeping from laughing during the process was proving to be quite difficult.

  “Now? Medium-sized?”

  She wagged her knees back and forth and twisted her hips. “I got a kit. There’s three of ‘em in it. I’m on the middle one now.”

  I pointed at her knees and grinned. “Looks like it might be a little bit too big for you, huh?”

  “No.”

  I chuckled. “You look a little uncomfortable.”

  She shook her head. “I’m not. I’m just really horny.”

  “Simple fix, Liv. Let’s fuck.”

  Guilt seemed to wash over her. Her mouth went into a full pout and her eyes fell to the floor.

  “What?”

  “I can’t. I bet Chloe I could go a week without fucking you,” she murmured.

  I uncrossed my arms and pressed my hands against my hips. “You what?”

  She nodded. “A week.”

  “You two need to be separated. She’s a bad influence. What did you bet?”

  “Like how much money or whatever?” she asked.

  “Yeah. What was the wager?”

  “Uhhm. We just bet. Like a bet. No money or anything.”

  “Lose the bet.” I shrugged. “You’re not out anythin
g.”

  She pressed her hands into her thighs and bent slightly at the waist. “I don’t want to lose; I want to win.”

  “Fine,” I said, tossing my hand toward her. “What day are you on now?”

  “Two,” she said. “Well, if we include the day we made the bet.”

  “When did you make it?”

  She swiveled her hips a little more and apparently found just what she was looking for. The corners of her mouth curled into a smile. “Yesterday.”

  I laughed out loud. “Yesterday? You’re on day one. You haven’t even made it one day?”

  She rubbed her palms up and down the length of her thighs as her knees knocked into each other. “Do you know anything about anal sex?”

  Valerie and I had anal sex a few times, and she didn’t enjoy it at all. I didn’t find her lack interest surprising considering the size of my cock. I enjoyed it immensely, but inductive reasoning convinced me it would be something Liv and I would never agree on.

  “A little,” I said with a laugh.

  “This thing’s diving me crazy,” she said. “I want to try it.”

  “Six more days.” I laughed.

  “Fuck Chloe,” she snapped back.

  The thought excited me, but Liv was six days from a getting a green light. “Well, it’s not that easy,” I said. “We’ve got to get lube, and we’ve got to…”

  “Got it,” she interrupted.

  I widened my eyes. “You’ve got the lube?”

  “Yep.”

  “Well, I don’t know what you’ve got for plugs, but we should really get some toys to tease you with and prep you for…”

  She raised her hand and extended her index finger. “Got ‘em.”

  I laughed. “Seems all we’re down to is desire.”

  She unfastened her shorts, unzipped the zipper, and began forcing them down along her thighs.

  After spending my entire life being friends with Liv, discovering we were sexually compatible was very comforting. Determining we had been in love with each other and were merely too afraid to admit it was even more reassuring. The most encouraging of all, however, was finding out Liv was as much or more of a sexual deviant than I was.

  As I watched her, I grinned, wondering just what kind of trouble we were going to get ourselves into.

  Whatever it was, I was prepared to find out.

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  LIV

  No matter how uncomfortable I seemed to feel as a result of my odd sexual desires, Luke’s acceptance of me was all the reassurance I needed. He made it obvious that although I may not fit into the world’s mold of a typical 25-year-old woman, I snapped into place in his perfectly.

  After an hour-long session of kissing, sucking his cock, vaginal intercourse, and experiencing having him tease my ass with various toys, I was mentally prepared for my introduction into the world of women who had tried butt sex.

  “Please don’t fuck me in the ass,” I whined.

  “I thought you wanted me to…”

  I pressed my bare chest into the comforter, reached behind me, and spread my ass cheeks as wide as I could.

  “You can fuck me, Mister. But, please. Whatever you do, don’t shove your cock in ass.”

  I was done playing around. Knowing Luke had more hang-ups than I did, I thought maybe the please don’t fuck me, Mister routine may coerce him into taking the next step.

  Spreading my ass cheeks only made matters worse. For whatever reason, spreading my ass apart was turning me on. Hell, everything turned me on. As I felt Luke gathering my hair in his hand, I pressed my face into the comforter and prayed.

  I felt cold lube on my ass. Something, but definitely not his cock, began sliding in and out of my ass. I sighed a shallow sigh of boredom into the comforter and although he couldn’t even see me, rolled my eyes.

  A few seconds later, and I felt his cock slide into my overly anxious pussy. We had exercised foreplay for so long my twat had opened up like a flower. The introduction of his cock into my wet crevice was like tossing a cucumber down the hallway. Two or three full strokes of his cock later, and I fought to convince myself that I was satisfied.

  Quickly becoming bored with the thought of having him fuck me, and feeling terrible for harboring the feeling, I raised from the comforter slightly and leaned forward. Hoping to cause him to at least tug against my hair slightly, I was disappointed when I felt no resistance whatsoever.

  He slowly slid himself out of my wetness.

  I sighed, wondering if another session of me sucking his cock was next. Hopefully, if nothing else, I could convince him to fuck my face.

  It would be better than nothing.

  I felt slight pressure on my asshole as he pulled my hair tight. Then, a little more pressure against my ass. He forced his chest against my back as he lifted my head and shoulders by pulling my hair even more taught.

  “Not in the ass, huh?” he breathed into my ear.

  Oh, God. Please.

  “No, please no!” I whimpered.

  I felt his girth slowly slide inside of me.

  Holy shit.

  With great care, he worked himself in and out of my tight ass, giving me a little more length with each stroke. I chewed against my lip as I tried to identify just what it was I was feeling, knowing nothing more than the fact that I liked it. It was much different than being fucked in the pussy, but I was in heaven regardless. The feeling of cold lube against my ass startled me, but not near as much as what followed.

  I clenched the comforter in my hands and gasped as he slid his entire length into me. I tried to collapse into the comforter only to have him pull against my hair and breathe his warm breath into my ear.

  “Too bad I don’t let little girls call the shots,” he growled.

  Apparently all of the anal foreplay was for good reason. Without further warning, he began to work his girth in and out of my ass. My eyes bulged and I opened my mouth wide, but for all the right reasons.

  It was incredible.

  Chloe was right.

  Being fucked in the ass was everything I had hoped for.

  And more.

  He continued to fuck my ass deeply but not savagely. Confused on why I was enjoying it as much as I was, I simply exhaled what little breath I had left in my lungs and allowed myself to relish in the odd sensuality of having Luke balls-deep inside my ass.

  With his muscular forearm pressed into my upper back and my hair clenched in his fist, he gripped my neck with his free hand. Now pulling against the front of my neck and squeezing it slightly, he had me on the verge of what was undoubtedly going to be the most intense orgasm I ever had the luxury of experiencing.

  “You sexy little bitch,” he breathed into my ear. “I love that tight little ass of yours.”

  Jesusfuckingchrist.

  He released my neck and continued to punish my virgin ass. As my mind continued to swim in the pool of sensual bliss anal sex had cast me into, I felt his finger slide deep into my pussy. Within a few seconds, he was finger fucking me into a complete state of confusion. My body, my mind, and two of my three available holes were all fighting for a means of expressing their pleasure. Realizing I was on the cusp of something earth shattering, I opened my mouth and waited for whatever it was to escape me.

  He continued to simultaneously jackhammer his finger in and out of my twat and fuck my ass with the precision of a trained professional. And, just like that, he found my threshold.

  As he methodically proceeded to tickle my g-spot with the tip of his middle finger and fuck my ass with the entire length of his throbbing cock, every muscle in my body tensed, released, and then began to quiver.

  A mild groan escaped me.

  Then, it evolved into a growl.

  And with the growl came a sensual explosion.

  “Ooooohhhhh.” I moaned in a sixty-second-long blood-curdling howl.

  From well within me, an orgasm of epic proportion unleashed. Unlike any other climax I had ever experienced, it ca
me from deep inside of me and not from my outer extremities. I opened my eyes wide and let it flow through me like a sexual river rushing to its final destination.

  My ears rang, my vision blurred, and the two holes that were filled with Luke’s love felt like they exploded at the same time.

  Luke had once again hit spots in me I didn’t even know I had. Fabulous sex had quickly been redefined.

  I collapsed face-first onto the comforter. A few minutes later, and I found myself staring blankly at the ceiling, not necessarily knowing how I got there.

  My legs were shaking ever-so-slightly, but uncontrollably.

  “Come here, Baby,” he said.

  I blinked a few times and stared as he picked me up and into his arms.

  “We’re going to go take warm bath,” he said.

  Incapable of responding, I simply gazed up at him and nodded.

  He provided me what I wanted, what I had begged for, and what I thought I needed, but on his own terms. I wasn’t prepared for the intensity of the orgasm that followed, but I doubted anything I could have done would have prepared me.

  Luke wasn’t only my best friend, sexual partner, and lover.

  He also protected me from myself without making me feel like an idiot.

  And, for that reason alone, I loved him even more.

  One orgasm at a time.

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  LUKE

  I had been in love with Liv since we were in high school, and although I never acted on my feelings, my love for her never escaped me. Based on my opinions of myself, I had made an effort to protect her from me – choosing to love her from afar. In the many years that followed, I felt the depth of my love slowly diminishing until it was something I was comfortable living with. In looking back on what I allowed myself to feel – and to express – I realized not only was I protecting Liv, I was attempting to protect myself.

  Now loving her without limitations or reservation, it seemed that nothing else mattered in my life. Surfing had not become unimportant, but it certainly wasn’t on the forefront of my preferred leisure activities. My midnight strolls along the beach turned into uninterrupted nights of dreamless sleep.