Emmy and I had been living together for several months when it happened. When you’re in a relationship with your life long best friend, lines can get blurred and it’s easy to miss signs. It took me longer than I care to admit that she had become romantically distance. We lived together as friends but the touching and words of love had dissipated.
It was also Spring 2020 and tensions were running high. As a nurse, Emmy’s job had become immensely stressful and as a mechanic my work had slowed immensely. Luckily my boss was able to secure one of the small business loans.
On top of the fear of my job, my boss Sal had hired this really sketchy guy as a service writer. We all talked shit at work but we also worked together and had each other’s back. From Sal to the writers to the techs. All except William worked as a team. We couldn’t pin anything down, but the way he talked and acted towards us plus the work he was getting wasn’t what we thought was necessary.
It was also nearing our one year anniversary. The girls had finally accepted our relationship though I figure they’ll never celebrate it.
Still, things were off with us and one night at dinner I anxiously brought up the subject.
“You noticed, too, huh?” Emmy asked.
“Yeah. I mean our friendship is as strong as ever but everything else seems…off. Is it our work stressors or something else?”
“Both.” Emmy took a deep breath. “Nathan.”
I knew who she meant. The tall, handsome resident with curly sandy blonde hair. I met him in passing once or twice. I knew he was frequently liking posts on her social media, but neither of us were the jealous type so it didn’t bother me. In fact, we were the type to comment on people when out, so it wasn’t a big deal.
“He flirts with me a lot at work.” She continued. “And it’s really messing with my head spending time working that closely with him and then coming home to you.”
“Look. I trust you. And I understand if your feelings are getting mixed. Do what you need to do. Friendship first. If we have to be roommates, we can make it work.”
That night, I moved from our shared bedroom to one of the others. We still talked like old friends, ate together, but let the subject rest.
A week and a half later, I was planning to do some work on Emmy’s car. At 16 she got her Grappa’s ridiculously low mileage 2009 Acura RDX. Sal was great about letting me use the shop after hours for that kind of stuff. I had Emmy drop it off at lunch, though, in case I was slow enough to start early.
Before Emmy arrived, I heard crying outside of my bay. I walked out and it was a regular customer. She was in her early 30s and had been through a lot lately. Within a week of losing her baby, she found out her husband was cheating on her and he left her. Leaving her to raise their 3 year old alone.
“Ms. Fountain! What’s wrong?”
“Apparently my car needs over $1000 of work and it’s not safe to drive. I can’t afford that. My ex is refusing child support, my hours have been cut, and I can’t seem to get my unemployment approved. I have to get to work when I have work. I don’t know what to do!”
Emmy had pulled up during this exchange, but stood outside her car.
“What?! I did your oil change last time. I didn’t see anything. Why did you come in today?”
“It’s squealing when I start it. It’s sluggish and I hear a groaning noise when I drive. Plus when I try to stop it pulls left and shudders.
“And what were you told you need?”
“An alternator, belt, wheel bearing, an axle, and brakes all around. Probably an alignment, and tires.”
The guy in the bay next to mine had come out at this point after hearing the commotion. Mind you we loved this customer. She was so sweet and often we were treated to lunch by her brother who owned a local pizzeria.
“Trav, go get Sal.”
“Do you mind if we go for a ride so I can hear the noises you hear?”
Sal came out and agreed she was over quoted and found no reason her car was unsafe.
“Emmy, I’ll be back in 5 minutes if you want to wait. If not, you know where my car is.”
After the drive, I took the car in the bay. I diagnosed the problems. Sal tore William a new one and fired him after talking to us and finding out how many times we had been replacing perfectly fine parts. His business was built on honesty.
That evening, Emmy showed up in a tight tank top and form fitting jeans as I was finishing up her car.
“Hi, I’m here to pick up my RDX.” She said with a giggle.
“Oh, yes ma’am. I’m just finishing.” I played along, thinking she was playing a game.
“How much is it going to be?”
Obviously it was paid for, but I wanted to tease her.
“Oh, for all the work done today? $695.73.”
“But I can’t afford that! I’m just a poor college student.” I began to catch on. “There has to be another way I can pay you.” She bent over in front of me. Her breasts slid out of her tank top.
“I don’t know. We’ll have to keep the car until you can pay. And we charge a storage fee after a week.”
She pulled her tank top off, stepped close and began to rub my dick through my pants.
As she unzipped my jeans, she said “are you sure we can’t work something out?”
She began to suck my dick. It had been so long since we were intimate that I was so overwhelmed feeling her mouth around me. I moaned. She licked around my cock and her mouth slid up and down.
I picked her up and took her around to the back of her car. Opening the rear hatch, I picked up her tiny body and set her inside. I pulled her pants off and slid my own off. Then I slid into her. She let out a gasp and coo.
Here we were acting as strangers, but having sex. The most intimate thing we had done in months was sexy as hell, but lacking the romance we previously had.
I grabbed Emmy’s breasts and squeezed as I pounded her. A squeeze of nipple and she came.
I flipped her over and leaned her over the bumper and took her from behind. I slapped her ass and she screamed in pleasure. I continued my thrusts. Grabbing her hips to get more leverage I went deeper as she came around my cock. I slapped her ass as I pulled out.
Emmy got on her knees and furiously stroked me. With a shout I let out my cum all over my body.
We dressed in silence. Not a word was said. No questions were answered. I finished up Emmy’s car and we went home.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/guo7ho/my_best_friend_part_7_role_play_and_the_rift
That was so hot and a Brilliant story I must say! When is the next part up?!!!