Link to part 1: [https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/o0gtee/the_good_friend_fwb_m20f19/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/o0gtee/the_good_friend_fwb_m20f19/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)
“I did it,” said Jenna, averting her gaze from Katie’s eyes.
Katie’s jaw dropped. “You gave him a hand job?”
“Yeah, and I… Well I didn’t know at the time, but I accidently post orgasm tortured him. Or at least that’s what the internet said.”
“Girl, you bitch!” laughed Katie. “That is so cruel!”
“I didn’t know! I didn’t realize it gets sensitive or something.”
“Of course, of course! But hey! Good job, girl! How did he enjoy it?”
“He cuddled with me after we changed and showered. He said I did well.”
“Aww, he’s so sweet.”
“Yeah he said that when…if I get a boyfriend I’d be a great girl friend and that guy would be lucky to have me.”
“He certainly would,” said Katie with a knowing look.
Jenna didn’t catch the hint, but she still averted her gaze. “I didn’t think it would be *that* messy.”
“Oh, hon, he’s probably been holding that in for a while. Didn’t he just come back from a family trip?”
“Yeah, he said he was really pent up.”
“And you released him!”
“How much do I have to do it?”
“Whenever you want! Or when he’s been a good boy.” Katie winked.
“And when he’s been a bad boy?”
“Then you tease him till he gets close.” Katie mimicked stroking a cock with her hands. “Get him real close. As close as you can. Then…” She opened her hand and moved it away from the metaphorical dick. “Stop. Don’t let him cum. If he does, it’ll suck because it’ll be ruined. But he’ll still be horny. And if he doesn’t he will be even more horny than before. It’s a win win.”
“So like a carrot on a stick?”
“That’s how I treated my ex. I made sure that boy was on track. And he was a gentleman till the end.”
“Why’d you break up?”
Katie’s eyes drooped. “He had to move for his education. But that was a long time ago, hon.” Jenna always forgot Katie was 28 and had years of romantic and sexual experience in her belt. She said she was taking a break from dating for now and just relied on one night stands and flings here and there. “I guess my rewards weren’t worth the prestigious education he was getting.” Jenna spotted a tinge of bitterness. “I shouldn’t be petty like that.” Katie cleared her throat. “So what next?”
“I’ll give him a month to prove himself.”
“A month?? My, my you are a cruel mistress.”
“How often then?”
“A month of edging if he’s a bad boy. Start him easy. He’ll play to your tune.”
“And if he’s a good boy?”
“Then you surprise him. Pleasantly!”
Jenna winced at the memory of his yells as she kept jerking him off. She knew now how to do it and how sensitive he was.
“Okay,” said Jenna. “I can do this.”
LATER THAT WEEK…
“How are you today?” asked Thomas, hugging Jenna and rubbing her back and shoulder. “You feeling good?”
“Yeah,” said Jenna with a smile, but a yawn broke through her ploy. She was feeling very groggy this morning, but she decided to use that as a test. She would try and act normal and see if Thomas saw through her. She wasn’t being be sneaky as her eyes showed it all. However, she knew most guys would miss that, but she had hope for Thomas. He did not displease.
“You don’t look good.” He leaned in and looked at her in the eyes. “Your eyes are bloodshot, man.”
“No, no, I am fine.”
Thomas frowned but did not push. They strolled down the city enjoying the pleasant weather before the snow would kick in. Eventually, Thomas said he needed to use the bathroom and left her on the bench for a moment. As she sat alone she wished Thomas had pressed more. She was clearly lying. Maybe she had too high hopes for him. That was a neutral point, she decided, in the scale of being a “good boy.” A Good Friend.
Eventually Thomas came back with her favorite coffee, and a smirk plastered on his face. “Thought this would cheer my best friend up.”
Jenna wanted to hug him again right there, but constrained herself. This was at least 2 points for the good boy spectrum. She took the coffee and gave him his much adored smile. “You’re too sweet to me.”
“Well, after what you did,” said Thomas. “I just want to see you smile.”
*Aww,* she thought. *He’s such a good friend. That alone is just another 1 point.* She had a feeling this scale was arbitrary. She didn’t care. She just enjoyed her coffee for moment with Thomas and eventually rested her head on his shoulder while he gamed on his phone. She noticed a slight bulge to his pants.
*So he’s already building up quite the appetite. If he keeps behaving like this, he’s going to get a very special surprise.*
*A FEW HOURS LATER….*
Thomas and Jenna listened to music with the same pair of headphones, sharing each of the buds. Music blared and the female vocalist mentioned something about “going down on her lover.” SHe knew Thomas didn’t prefer this kind of music but he knew she did. That was another point since it was polluting his spotify account as she didn’t have premium. He’d hit somewhere around 5 or 6 and decided that was enough for a handjob. She didn’t feel like doing it then, but she realized one of the vocals consisted of the woman moaning as the male rap section began.
She noticed the tent rising in his pants as she cuddled next to him. He was trying very hard not poke her with it. She decided now was the time. She’d packed her boobalicious shirt and bootilicious short shorts for this very encounter.
She said she needed to go to the bathroom and left, and before she lost sight of him, she noticed his cock was fully erect under his pants. She realized it’d been days since her last handjob and he might not have jerked off since then with work and college.
She began changing inside. As she removed her flattening sports bra she marveled at her nude body. Her boobs were indeed sizeable at a solid C. Katie always said that she could get away with wearing a smaller D just as a flex on the other girls that she could fit in that. But Katie suggested the larger to medium C’s to really flex on those who really mattered. The boys.
She played with her boobs for a moment, imagining Thomas playing with them and how much that would please him. That would be odd for her but she could already tell he’d cum from just the sight of her tits. She smiled and posed in front of the mirror soaking in her midriff, and waist. She really was good looking according to Thomas and Katie. She took off her trousers and posed again glaring at her ample ass. He’d love playing with that as well, she bet.
She decided nudes were a special privilege and touching was even further down the spectrum. That number she would arbitrarily decide when he got there. For now, she had a job to do. She adorned the booba bra and booba shirt along with the booty, denim short shorts.
And she strode out.
“You took a while,” Thomas started saying. His jaw dropped and his cock twitched under his pants. “Whoa…
“You’ve been a really good friend to me lately”. She smiled sweetly. “A good boy.”
“I have? I mean, of course. Anything for my dearest of friends,” he said with a chuckle.
She pressed her boobs by leaning forward and closing in her arms. “Do you want your reward?”
“I really do,” he said breathless.
She leaned down and slid off his trousers and out sprang his familiar cock, rigid like steel. Once again, no mighty weapon, but made of steel nonethless. She gripped it, feeling the warm shaft in her cold, hands. She began jerking and he moaned.
“You are such a good friend. No joke.”
“I better be,” snapped Jenna. “No other girl would do this.” *Or maybe a lot of girls would. Katie would.*
“You are so good. Ah, ah, that’s the spot. Uh, uh!” He grunted as she quickened the pace, understanding what spots made him tick. Katie had said to play with the balls, so she paused so she wouldn’t have him burst already and began fondling them. She applied a little to pressure, because Thomas flinched at the pain and shot forward to instinctively hug Jenna as an act of begging. “No, please!!”
Jenna almost laughed at his feeble reaction. Thomas was in no means a weak looking guy. He looked fitter than most men and definitely sported a lean muscular build that many girls liked. But seeing him this frightened of her made her feel…. good? In control?
She patted his back and went “Shhshhshhshh” as she stroked his cock with her other hand. “It’s okay, sit back, I was just experimenting. I know you feel pain from that.” She winced at her mistake. Another handjob tainted by a painful stroke. “I’ll be more careful.”
“It scared the shit out of me.”
“I didn’t press that hard,” said Jenna
Thomas scowled. “It hurts a lot okay? It’s sensitive down there.”
*I’ll have to keep that in mind next time he ends up going down the bad boy spectrum.* “I’ll be careful. Now relax.”
She had to regain the momentum with his cock, but she found it quite easy. All she had to do was fondle his balls (much lighter this time) and stroke in unison and suddenly he was back to moaning again.
“Jenna,” he moaned. “Your boobs. They’re amazing. They’re so amazing. Honestly, Jenna you’re a gifted girl and you got them goods. I swear I mean it. I know I said it that time, but any guy that gets you is going to have a hell of a time.”
*Unlikely. He’ll get frustrated that I’m not into sex. Come to think of it, I’m not into romance either. Thomas fulfills that role for me by just being close and friendly.* She quickened her face for the final burst. *He’s been a really good boy today.*
“uh uh uh uh!” cried Thomas as his orgasm flooded his system.
Jenna stroked him through his orgasm, her arm a mechanical device almost. This was quite a workout. Spunk flew out and this she was read for it. She angled his cock away from her face and forearms and continued stroking him well through his orgasm until finally she let go as to not ruin his day with post torture. Her hands were coated in jizz and she scrunched her nose at the sight. But Thomas lay back in the couch breathing heavily, staring up at the ceiling.
*I’m okay with this. Making him happy like this. It’s not really sex and it’s essentially just getting a little messy on my end but he feels so good from it. It’s the least I owe him.*
“Thank you,” he sighed.
“I’m going to clean this up and then we can watch a movie or something. I hope you’re not going to get horny anytime soon?”
“I might, but this will have kept me good for at least a few hours.”
“Well, I’m done for the day.”
He looked disappointed, but she shrugged it off as his horny nature still lingering after her service. She figured it would go away soon.
She was very wrong.
In fact those good boy points were about to take a hit and dip into the bad boy spectrum.
END OF PART 2
NOTE: Okay here’s part 2 since the first part got like a dozen upvotes so clearly there’s an interest in this story. Please do comment though so I know what you like and what you don’t. This is very much of a side hobby for me that I do when I’m feeling horny myself and I figured I’ll channel it into making other people have a good time. But I still run very much off of feedback (negative as well) just so I know people want me to continue. Since this is a side hobby my motivation is purely off of instant gratification and engagement. I know that sounds like I’m karma farming, but really I’d rather have you comment than upvote just because your words will always mean more than any orange number up at the top. Stay tuned for part 3!
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/o0rp2l/the_good_friend_fwb_m20f19_part_2