[25F] Helping out a friend [M] in need…

I’ve always had a bit of a savior complex when it comes to my friends. A few months ago I hit it off with Alan, who just moved to town for his new girlfriend. He’s a sweet guy, tall with large blue eyes, thick black hair, broad shoulders, and a vaguely European accent. Reserved, but funny and eager to laugh. We’d met at a bookshop and instantly clicked – soon we were hanging out twice a week, sharing projects with each other and exploring the city at odd hours. He started opening up to me about his relationship – it turns out his girlfriend had a bunch of problems that ended up with her constantly screaming at him, accusing him of cheating, and disappearing for days at a time.

I didn’t want to cross any boundaries, but one night I got a call from him after she had locked him out of their apartment. Apparently she accused him of cheating on her with me, and after a huge fit decided to go stay at her ex’s. At this point Alan and I had grown pretty close, and since I was his only friend here, I insisted that he come crash at mine for the night instead of looking for a motel.

Alan showed up around 1am, pretty obviously shaken up, with just a backpack and some of my favorite snacks in hand. I was touched by the gesture of thanks, and suggested that we watch a film we’ve been chatting about to get his mind off things. We scoured the apartment for pillows and blankets and settled into a cozy spot in our loft space, and pretty soon I could feel him softly smiling. We were sprawled out under the blankets, and soon enough I started drifting off to sleep.

Halfway through the movie, I remember him trying to nudge me awake, and in my drowsy state I rolled over and nestled into his chest. After a quick breath, I felt him pull me in tightly. I drifted off again, vaguely feeling him running his fingers through my hair and gently massaging my neck.

I woke up again when the movie ended. By then it was past 3, and we were both ready for bed. He started moving the pillows to the couch, but in a moment of brazenness I pointed out that we just cuddled for hours – he was more than welcome to share my bed. He blushed, but didn’t protest as I grabbed his hand and led him into the bedroom. When we got under the covers, he immediately pulled me against him, and in the instant we made eye contact he tilted my head up for a deep kiss. I could feel him pushing into me, and suddenly became wide awake – it’s been too long since I had last fucked, and his touch was sending all sorts of shivers down my body.

I pulled back a little bit, and saw his eyes searching mine. Grinning, I slipped my fingers under his shirt and started tracing the lines down his stomach, dipping under his boxer waistband, while gently nibbling on his ear. His breath hitched, and he tentatively pulled my shirt up. I’m pretty petite at 5’2”, and when he took a nipple in his mouth, my small but hypersensitive breasts immediately started aching. This drives me crazy, and I started trailing little kisses down his body while tugging his boxers off. I absolutely adore giving blowjobs, and was eager to please Alan after a rough night. I started slowly; breathing on him while gently touching his tip with my tongue, right around the edge; dipping my head down as if to take him completely into my wet mouth, but pulling up at the last second and watching him throw his head back, panting in anticipation.

After a few more minutes of teasing, massaging his inner thighs and licking around his shaft, I could feel his frustration building. I made sure that he was watching when I let out a giggle and pushed him deep into my throat. His whole body bucked involuntarily to meet me, and I still think about how wide his eyes were, and his moan as he filled my mouth.

For the better half of an hour, I went back and forth between stroking him while rubbing my tongue along the underside of his shaft and around the ridge of his head, and deepthroating him. I started lightly playing with his balls while slowly going down on him faster, gripping him just a bit more firmly with each thrust. I loved watching the frustration build in him every time I brought him close, just before loosening my grip and returning to licking him lightly while he throbbed in my hands. He started pleading with me, saying please over and over again, while gripping the sheets so tightly his knuckles turned white. After the fourth time, I formed a ring with my index finger and thumb and started stroking him fully, focusing the pressure just under his tip and following closely with my willing mouth as I steadily pumped up and down. By now he was so on edge that the slightest touch sent him throbbing, and I was ready to finish him off. Peeking up at him through my lashes, I told him to fill my mouth with his cum. With both my hands wrapped around him and with my tongue firmly rubbing him underneath, I felt his legs immediately tense, and his hot cum squirting down my throat as he let out a string of expletives, his entire body convulsing for what felt like an entire minute.

I kept him in my mouth as he rode the orgasm out, and grinned when, with both hands still covering his forehead, he asked what on earth I had done to him. Apparently it was the first time he had ever finished from oral – and he was so much fun that I don’t plan on it being his last. Needless to say, he slept pretty soundly for the rest of the evening.

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