by Jodi Sylph
What Friends Are For
By Jodi Sylph
Published by Jodi Sylph
Copyright 2012 Jodi Sylph
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PART 1
Proposition
“I want you to sleep with my boyfriend.”
Janet stared at Megan in disbelief, her mouth open. “Excuse me?” She looked around the coffee bar, but no one else seemed to have heard. The radio played something from the nineties, but suddenly she couldn’t hear it.
“He wants to have sex,” Megan replied, “And I’ve never done it. I’m scared. I thought if maybe you had sex with him instead, I could keep him happy.”
“There’s nothing to be scared of,” said Janet, “You don’t even have to do anything, just lie there and let him do you.”
“It’s not like that,” Megan ran a hand distractedly through her long brown hair, “I want to be good at it. You’ve been with your boyfriend Trevor for six months, and sleeping with him longer than that. You know what you’re doing, right?”
Janet shrugged and took a drink of her mocha while she considered her friend’s request. “Sure,” she said hesitantly, “but I don’t understand what you’re asking of me.”
“I want to learn,” Megan said, “But I’m afraid. I thought maybe if you were there with me, if I watched him have sex with you, then maybe I’d be more comfortable with it. Eventually. I thought I could maybe just watch?”
“Oh my God,” Janet replied, “You’re still a virgin, aren’t you?”
Megan pouted. “Please Janet, do this for me? You’re my best friend. I’ve thought this through, and there’s no one else that I’d ever do this with. You’re the only person that I trust. I know Mark won’t mind. It’s every guy’s fantasy, right?”
“But what about you? Will you mind?”
“You’ve been my best friend for fifteen years. Please say yes.” Megan grabbed her friend’s hand across the table and looked imploringly into her blue eyes.
“So let me get this straight, you just want to watch Mark have sex with me?”
Megan nodded. “And then maybe afterwards I’ll try. Maybe.”
“He’s okay with this?”
Megan nodded. We’ve discussed it already.”
“And what did he say?”
“He said that if it’s what I want, then he’ll do it.”
Janet took another sip of her drink and considered. Of course he would do it. Mark was fairly attractive; Megan had done quite well with her choice in men. Of course, Megan was also quite beautiful, and always had plenty of admirers. The fact that she was a virgin nearly blew Janet’s mind, especially now that they were both in college.
The biggest factor was her own boyfriend, Trevor. He would never go for it, and if he found out… well, he’d dump her in a heartbeat. He’d told her that he’d never cheat on her, and if she ever wanted to see others, then they’d need to go their separate ways.
“There’s a big condition here,” Janet said, “You can never tell Trevor, he can’t find out. Ever.”
“Oh thank you Janet,” Megan said, “Thank you so much. You don’t know how much this means to me.”
Janet nodded, and brushed a strand of blond hair out of her eyes. What was she getting in to? “So when do you want to do this?”
“Tomorrow? Please?”
“Wow, that’s fast.”
“I know, but he’s been talking about having sex and I keep putting him off. I’m not even quite comfortable with being touched yet. I don’t want to keep denying him. What if he loses interest in me?”
“If he loses interest, then he’s not worth it. Your first time is supposed to be special anyway.”
“Oh it will be,” Megan said encouragingly.
“So can I ask you what you’re scared of?”
Megan nodded. “I’ve never seen one before. His… you know.”
“His cock,” Janet supplied helpfully.
“Yes,” Megan said, “I’ve seen it bulging in his pants when we kiss. He’s asked me if I want to see it or touch it, but I’ve always told him no.”
“Why not?” asked Janet, “You could take it slow. Take advantage of him offering. There’s nothing to be afraid of by just looking at one, or touching it.”
“I just feel so stupid,” she said, “I just don’t want to be alone. What if he wants me to… touch it or… put it in my mouth?”
Janet laughed out loud. “You mean a blowjob? I blow Trevor all the time.”
Megan stared at her in open shock. “Really? What’s it like?”
“Kind of like sucking on a finger,” she said, “But much bigger. And sometimes a little salty.”
“I don’t know if I want to do that,” Megan said, “It sounds a little gross. I can’t imagine putting his thing in my mouth.”
“I’ll show you how, and you can try it. So how far have you let him go?”
“We kiss sometimes,” Megan said, blushing, “He put his hands on my boobs once, but I pushed them away.”
“Why?”
“It wasn’t proper,” Megan said, “He kept squeezing them. I felt weird.”
Janet shook her head. “Oh girl, you really do need help. There’s nothing wrong with letting him feel your tits. He’s going to want to do more than that. Has he even seen you naked?”
“No!” Megan said in horror, “Absolutely not!”
“Why not?”
“Because! It’s embarrassing!”
“Megan, you’re beautiful! You do aerobics three times a week. You’re in great shape. What are you ashamed of?”
“Being naked,” she said, “I’ve never taken my clothes off in front of anyone before. What if he doesn’t like what he sees?”
“Well that’s got to change, or you’ll never have any fun,” Janet said, “And he’s going to love your body. Why don’t you spend the night at my house, and we’ll practice? We can go over a few things before we have any real pressure. You can practice being naked in front of me.”
“Okay, I guess.”
“And I don’t mean in your panties, I mean full bare ass nude.”
Megan’s face turned bright red and she bit her lower lip. Janet couldn’t help but laugh again and gave her friend’s hand a warm squeeze. “You’ll be fine. There’s absolutely nothing to be afraid of.”
Megan seemed to relax a little and smiled, if a bit nervously. “I hear it hurts,” she said, “Is it true? How bad? You know, when he pops my cherry?”
“It hurts a bit,” Janet said, “But it’s worth it. Once it’s over with, you’ll enjoy it a lot more. I promise.”
Megan sighed. “Okay. I’ll try. I’m just happy that you’ll be there with me.” She squeezed Janet’s hand back.
PART 2
Practice
The sun set over the valley, creating a beautiful sky of orange, reds, and yellows as the girls arrived at Janet’s small apartment. The June night felt sweltering, even with the light breeze that teased their hair as they entered Janet’s place, giggling like schoolgirls. Megan entered first, giving Janet a moment to observe her friend.
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Megan wore shorts that were nearly obscene in public, old denim things with frayed edges that showed a bit of ass when she walked. Her pink tank top revealed her soft, lightly tanned shoulders that only accentuated a flawless neckline cloaked by her shoulder-length long brown hair. She didn’t wear a bra because she didn’t need to. Her breasts were small and perky things that didn’t need any support, not like Janet’s own boobs. She always wore a bra; her large chest demanded it.
Megan made her way to the sofa while Janet slipped into the kitchen, pouring each of them a glass of wine. She carried the drinks in one hand, the bottle in the other, and joined Megan. She could hardly believe that Megan was a virgin. Those large brown eyes must’ve driven a million men crazy.
Janet handed Megan her wine and sat the bottle down on the side table. “The wine will help you relax,” she said.
“I don’t think I can,” Megan replied. She took a long sip. “I have so many questions.”
“I don’t want to bother with questions. I thought we’d practice.”
“Practice?”
Janet nodded. “That way you’ll be more comfortable tomorrow night. Maybe you won’t need to watch.”
Megan’s hands fidgeted with the wine glass. “Do I need to take off my clothes now?”
Janet shook her head. “No, not yet. You don’t want to just rush into things. Things are better slower. It’ll put you in the mood.”
“Okay, so what am I supposed to do?”
Janet reached over and took the wine glass from her, and sat their drinks on the table next to the bottle. She slid over next to Megan, their knees touching. Janet also wore shorts, her long legs a bit less tanned next to Megan’s. As a blond, she was paler than her friend, and damn, those legs were sexy.
She put a hand on Megan’s leg, fingers touching her inner thigh. Her skin felt warm and smooth, and she smiled as goosebumps broke out across her friend’s flesh. Megan shivered a bit, as Janet slid her hand up her leg slowly, letting her fingertips lightly brush their way over the skin.
“What are you doing?” Megan asked, voice barely louder than a whisper. She blocked Janet’s hand as it slowly slid upward, almost reaching her shorts.
“This is practice,” Janet said, “I want you to be comfortable with being touched.
“I don’t think this is very proper,” Megan said, “We shouldn’t do this.”
Janet brought a hand up to Megan’s chin and turned her face until she looked her in the eyes. “There’s nothing wrong with what we’re doing. Nobody’s going to know. I’m not going to tell anyone about this, and neither are you, what happens here will stay here. Tonight, you can do anything you want, and you’ll never be judged. You can practice anything you want, and I’m going to help you through it.”
Megan’s eyes were wide. “I’m a little scared, I think.”
“Don’t be afraid, we’ve known each other most of our lives. And this is just practice. It doesn’t mean anything.”
“I guess it’s okay then, isn’t it?”
Janet nodded. “Just remember, I’m your best friend. I’d never do anything to hurt you. I only want to make you happy.”
Megan took a deep breath and sighed. Slowly she moved her hand away, unrestricting Janet’s access to her thigh. Janet rubbed her leg lightly against Megan’s, relishing the feel of skin on skin. It was so different than touching Trevor. His skin was rough, hairy, muscular, all man. But Megan’s… she felt like silk.
Janet felt the first hint of heat beginning to build between her legs. “You are very pretty, Megan,” she said, mildly shocking herself at the sound of her own voice. She didn’t mean to sound so lustful! She slid a finger into the leg of the shorts, letting it dwell where Megan’s leg met her torso. “I want tonight to be special for you.”
Megan leaned back into the couch, responding to Janet’s touch. “Have you done this before?”
Janet shook her head. “Never… not with a woman, that is. I’ve never even thought about it… until now.”
“Then maybe we shouldn’t… Ahhh…” She gasped as Janet’s finger slid across her pussy folds. She wasn’t wearing panties!
Janet brought her other hand to Megan’s side, sliding it just under her tank top. “This is practice, remember? It’s all okay.”
Megan’s eyes fluttered. “It’s all okay,” she sighed, arching her back a little.
Janet leaned forward, brushing her lips against Megan’s, just slightly, feeling her warm breath. They both hesitated, afraid to take the next move. What if they kissed? Was this really just practice, or was there more here? She loved Megan, as a friend. What would this mean for their friendship?
But it was Megan that made the next move, bringing her mouth forward, slowly, tentatively, her tongue tasting Janet’s lips. Janet’s tongue met Megan’s, and then slid into her mouth. Oh my God, she thought, I’m really doing this! I’m kissing her! I’m kissing a girl! And what was Megan thinking?
Their mouths devoured each other hungrily, their tongues exploring in newfound passion. Janet parted Megan’s pussy lips with her fingers, bringing another gasp to her lips and she pulled from the kiss, her hands pushing Janet’s hands away. “I’m not ready yet,” she breathed, “It’s too fast. Maybe you shouldn’t touch me there.”
Janet nodded. “It’s okay.” However, she noted that her fingers had come away wet. She leaned forward, back into the kiss. Her other hand, meanwhile, continued to sneak upward under the tank-top. She brushed them up and down Megan’s side and out of the corner of her eye, noticed her nipples pushing against the fabric of her shirt. She wanted to touch it.
She slid her hand upward, touching the soft flesh of the bottom of Megan’s boob. She began to cup it, but Megan grabbed her by the wrist, and breathed against her mouth, “Not yet, it’s too much.”
Janet fought her grip, but Megan firmly denied further advances. “You have to trust me,” Janet said, “He’s going to want to touch you too. Everywhere.”
“I know,” Megan admitted, “I don’t know, I’m just not comfortable.”
“You’ve got to relax more,” Janet said, “Go with it. Maybe touch me.”
“Can’t we just kiss?”
Janet laughed. “Let’s get undressed first.”
If possible, Megan’s eyes got wider, and her cheeks redder. “I’m not wearing any panties.”
“I noticed. There’s less to take off, anyway.”
“But, shouldn’t we maybe have something on?”
“Absolutely not.”
Janet stood up. “I’m going to strip for you,” she said, and grabbed her shirt, peeling it slowly off, lifting it over her head, and tossed it aside. She cupped her breasts through her bra, smiling at Megan and that look of shock painted on her face. “Don’t you dare look away,” she warned, as Megan’s eyes darted about the room. She slid a bra strap down, letting her own fingers stroke her shoulder, slowly pulling the strap down lower until the bra barely hid her nipple.
Megan sucked in on her bottom lip, hands cupped to her own chin as she watched. Janet reached back, undoing the bra clasp, and held the bra to her breasts for but a second more, threw it aside, to join her shirt across the room, on the floor. She cupped a breast, lifted it to her mouth, and ran her tongue over the nipple, never taking her eyes off of Megan’s.
Next her hands slid down, delighting in the feel of her own skin, down over her hips, to her shorts. She unbuttoned her shorts, and with a wiggle, let them fall to her ankles, leaving her standing there in nothing but her panties. Smiling, she slowly slid them down, bending over so that her breasts hung heavily and free, and in full glory for Megan to see.
She stepped out of the pile of clothes and extended her hands to Megan. “Your turn,” she said.
“Oh god,” Megan said, “I don’t’ know…”
“You have to,” Janet said, “You can’t let me do this by myself. You agreed. And no one else is here.”
Megan stood up, hesitantly, awkwardly. She lifted the
tank-top off, revealing her small perky breasts, with nipples fully taut. She quickly unhooked her shorts which she removed with slightly more difficulty; they hugged her ass and hips way too tightly. Janet couldn’t imagine anyone looking and feeling any more awkward, and she couldn’t help but smile. Megan covered her tiny boobs with an arm, and her pussy with a hand.
Janet stepped forward, grabbing her friend’s hands and pulled her forward until their chests touched. Her body felt deliciously warm, radiating heat, and suddenly Janet wanted to feel it against her own. “Why Megan,” she said, “You’re blushing!”
“I can’t believe that we’re doing this,” She said.
Janet slid a hand into Megan’s hair and pulled her head close, their lips nearly touching. “I told you, there’s nothing wrong here. Everything we’re doing will never be mentioned again. It’s just practice.”
She pulled Megan’s mouth to her own, sliding her tongue into her mouth. Her hands slid down Megan’s back coming to her ass. She gripped it firmly, squeezing her tight cheeks.
“I want to ask you something,” Janet said, “You are beautiful. I want to pleasure you. Will you let me?”
“I don’t know,” Megan said, breathing heavily.
“I’m doing something really big for you. I’m going to sleep with your boyfriend tomorrow. Let me pleasure you. It’s not a big thing, and you’ll still be a virgin. Let me show you that there’s nothing about your body to be ashamed of.”
“But…”
“You have to let me do this. What I’m doing for you is so much bigger. You owe me!”
Janet stared into Megan’s big brown eyes. The poor girl was scared of her own sexuality. She didn’t mean to bully her, but she couldn’t just let Megan run away from it. The poor girl would be a spinster her entire life! She would not let that happen.
And thankfully, Megan nodded. “What do I do?”
“Just have fun. And no more pushing my hands away. You’ll have to trust me, and just let me enjoy you.”
Janet leaned in to Megan, bringing her lips to her neck. She started off by kissing her lightly, smiling to herself as Megan let out a soft, quivering moan. She lingered at the base of the neckline, tracing her collar bone with her tongue, and relishing the shiver it brought to Megan.