[M]y [F]riend is a Phenomenal Wingwoman

My name is Andy. The events of this story take place a few years ago. I was about to leave for Afghanistan, and things were intense over there so I was very anxious about the whole experience. Military people will be able to relate; it’s a strange balance between being nervous for your own well-being and being ready to go because it’s kind of the entire point of military service. This strange dichotomy had me very worked up emotionally to the point where I was on edge for the entire month leading up to the deployment.

A couple days before shipping out I grabbed dinner with my best friend and his girlfriend. They both immediately picked up on my emotional state and reached the same conclusion: I needed to get laid. My buddy and I are not from the town we’re stationed in so it fell to his girlfriend, Perla to come up with potential options for meeting a young lady. Fortunately for me, she is one of the coolest women I know and immediately pulled out her phone and began going through some of her friends’ pictures on Facebook. After a little bit of scrolling, she perked her head up and looked at me.

“Are you into black girls?” Perla asked with a very intent expression on her face.

“Absolutely,” I responded. I can’t explain why, but I’ve always been more attracted to women who were not the same race as me (white). Especially black women.

“Okay perfect,” Perla said. “This is my friend Letisha. She’s cool, played volleyball in college, and just got out of a relationship two months ago. If you’re not a complete idiot on your date, I think she may be able to… calm your nerves.”

Upon seeing Letisha’s picture on Facebook, I was enthusiastic about meeting her. She had shoulder-length hair, startlingly bright green eyes, and one of the biggest smiles I had ever seen. I scrolled through a few more of her pictures and was even more impressed. Her body was fit and toned, but her breasts seemed to be disproportionately large compared to the rest of her frame. I was already a fan.

Perla texted Letisha a couple pictures of me and she was open about grabbing drinks the next night. I started thanking Perla profusely, letting her know exactly how awesome I thought she was for organizing this date to help me out.

“Just do me a favor,” she said. “Be honest with her about the fact you’re deploying. Like at the beginning. Don’t drop it on her after you have sex.”

I assured Perla I would do just that. I am not the kind of guy to deceive women.

The next night I arrived at the bar early so I could grab an ideal seat. When I go on dates I try to sit with my back turned to any TVs in the place so that I’m focused on the woman in front of me. I got a good spot, ordered a beer, and waited for Letisha to arrive.

Letisha showed up right on time and looked even more beautiful than her pictures suggested. I waved to her and saw that brilliant smile as she waved back and made her way over to me. She was wearing a low-cut blouse, jeans that hugged her athletic hips very well, and high heels. I was entranced.

I stood, gave Letisha a hug, and pulled her chair out for her. She ordered herself a drink and we began to talk. The conversation flowed very smoothly. We talked about our respective colleges, experiences growing up, and our favorite pieces of pop culture. I also took Perla’s advice and was explicit with her about my deployment and the fact that it was only a few days away.

At some point in the conversation the subject of her ex-boyfriend came up. Letisha told me that they had broken things off two months ago because he had been cheating on her. She then revealed that while it had only been two months since they had broken up, it had been over a year and a half since she’d had sex. Her ex apparently wanted to “remain celibate,” or at least remain celibate with Letisha while he ran around with a couple of other women. I did my best to control my response since I had no idea what to say.

“Oh okay. Well that’s… cool. I mean, it sucks that he cheated, but I’ve always been really impressed by people who are able to remain abstinent for so long.” My parents used to tell me I should be a politician.

“Believe me, it wasn’t impressive,” Letisha said. “It was torture. So now that I’m through with him I need to get laid. Which is what I told Perla last week, so I’m kind of glad she set us up.”

I immediately burst out laughing. I told Letisha about how worked up I was about deploying and how she had suggested that I needed some “stress relief” too. All the cards were now on the table, and it was clear that Perla was much more of a mastermind than either of us had anticipated. We shared a laugh about our friend’s mischief making, then grew silent. An intense sexual tension descended upon our table as we made eye contact.

“So… your place then?” Letisha asked.

I turned and waved down the nearest waiter and asked for the check.

When we left the bar, I offered to give Letisha a ride to my place, which she accepted. I opened the car door for her, but before she climbed in I reached my hand around to the small of her back and pulled her into a kiss. What started out as a couple quick pecks quickly became a passionate make out, our tongues swirling in each other’s mouths.

Letisha was the one that broke the kiss.

“I hope your place is close,” she said in a voice filled with lust. “We need to hurry.”

I hustled over to the driver’s seat and pulled out of the parking lot as quickly as I could. On the way to my place Letisha grabbed my hand and placed it on her thigh. I quickly began inching it up, drifting closer and closer as her breathing became more labored. I stopped right at the crease where her thigh became her crotch. She let out a frustrated grunt and started running her fingers through my hair.

“I hope you’re ready for a proper send-off, Soldier,” she said before darting her tongue into my ear.

We pulled into my driveway and it was like I teleported from my seat to Letisha’s car door to my front door. As soon as we crossed the threshold of my house we were making out, our hands groping and exploring the other’s body furiously. She grabbed the sides of my button-down and pulled, ripping my shirt off and sending buttons flying. I raised my eyebrows and she gave me a devilish grin.

“I told you, it’s been a while.” Letisha said coyly before dropping to her knees.

Letisha unbuckled my belt and pulled down my pants, freeing my painfully hard cock in the process. She grabbed it, then gave the head a little lollipop lick before taking me fully into her mouth. She slowly began to pull me back out, then dove right back down, taking me until her nose touched my pelvis. She pulled back until just my head was in her mouth, then began to circle it with her tongue while stroking me. I let out a low, guttural moan and gripped her hair.

After a few minutes of one of the best blowjobs of my life, I pulled Letisha to her feet and roughly pulled her blouse over her head. I quickly unfastened her bra, exposing her massive tits. I began kissing her cheek, then to her neck, then slowly kissed down her body until I had one of her nipples in my mouth. I flicked my tongue across it and felt her breath catch. I used my hands to unbutton her jeans and pull them down. I was pleasantly surprised to find that she wasn’t wearing any underwear. My hands began to gently massage and knead her ass cheeks, slowly creeping closer together.

“Put a finger in my ass,” I heard Letisha whisper as she ran her fingers through my hair. I quickly obeyed. I pressed a finger firmly against her asshole, then felt it give as my digit went inside her to my first knuckle.

“Oh fuck!” Letisha cried as she pressed my face deeper into her chest.

I took my free hand and brought it around to her pussy. All pretense had left us and I began to furiously rub her clit as I nibbled on her nipple. Her moans began to fill the house and I realized that we were still mere feet from my front door.

“Fuck me, Andy. I need you.” Letisha moaned.

I stood up, grabbed Letisha’s thighs just below her ass, and pulled her up as I slammed her back roughly against the wall of my main hallway. She wrapped her legs around me as I used one hand to work my cock inside of her. We both moaned in immense pleasure as I entered her.

Trying to keep Letisha pressed firmly against the wall while thrusting was no easy task, but I’m 6’4” and muscular so I could develop a slow, deliberate rhythm. She began to aggressively lick my ear and bite my neck as I thrust deep inside of her.

“Oh shit I’m cumming!” Letisha screamed as I began to feel her pussy pulsate around my cock, her legs quivering around my hips. The feeling of her orgasm brought me over the edge and I began to cum, shooting stream after stream of my white hot load into her dripping pussy.

As we caught our breath, I let Letisha down, her legs still shaking. I brought her in for another kiss, this one not as fierce but no less passionate. I broke the kiss and laughed, placing my forehead against hers.

“So this is my house,” I said. She laughed.

Letisha ended up spending the night, where we fucked two more times. I dropped her back at her car in the morning, and the following day I boarded the plane to head to Afghanistan. We didn’t keep in contact, but I made sure to let Perla know that her machinations led to one wild night for both Letisha and me.

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