[M]y girl[f]riend and my jerk off bud. Part 5: Getting comfortable

I took some time to myself in the shower while Kirsten dried herself off and got dressed. As I was drying off, I heard Brandon come home announcing he had Patrón and limes. I also heard Kirsten scamper out of our bedroom down the hall to greet him.

I didn’t hear anything over the exhaust fan for about a minute, then I heard them talking as they walked past the bathroom to the kitchen.

“Wow, thanks, you missed me, huh?” said Brandon in a sly tone.

“Not really.” said Kirsten. “I just wanted to thank you for earlier now that I don’t have cum all over my face. And I was happy to see tequila. Want to do a shot? Dan’s still farting around in the bathroom.”

Ok, so it sounded like she kissed him when he got home. That’s cool, they did just have sex where he made he cum her brains out in like 30 seconds. Come to think of it – that was actually their first kiss.

Be cool, Dan. But also maybe eavesdrop.

“Yeah….Dan….hey, is he OK? Are you ok? You seem ok. This is fucking insane and it all happened so fast.” Brandon said, expressing his post-nut clarity.

“Dan enjoyed himself, and he’s great. This is something he and I had talked about for a while. I’m kinda surprised he never brought it up to you. You’re the obvious choice. But he also didn’t tell me about your special sexy bromance time. Maybe he wanted to keep you to himself.” she started to giggle. I debated wether or not to be insulted, and opted not to.

I heard shot glasses hit the counter and a synchronized “aaaaaahhhh”.

“I don’t know about that.” Brandon laughed, “but I can’t blame him for being a little hesitant to share you. I’m just glad everyone was comfortable.”

“Speaking of comfortable,” said Kirsten slowly, “You didn’t look very comfortable in that condom. I’ve never seen someone struggle with a Magnum before. Most guys that use them don’t even need them.”

“No, they’re not comfortable at all, but you know, gotta be safe, right?” Brandon said sounding a bit disgruntled.

Kirsten got to the point I knew she was angling at from the beginning. “You know, I haven’t been with anyone but Dan in 6 months, and you got tested after Jamie, right? Soooooo maybe they’re not necessary? I’m on the pill, you know. Think of the fun you’ll be able to have with me.”

Jesus Christ, what a conversation to overhear. I noticed I’d begun jerking off subconsciously. She wanted his bare cock and cum inside her so bad, I could hear it in her voice. The whole thing made me hard as a rock.

I heard the telltale signs of another round of tequila shots.

“I did get tested after Jamie dumped me.” Brandon said, “and yeah no shit I’d rather go bare if that’s what you want too. If Dan’s ok with it of course.”

I’d had enough of being a horny creep. I put on a pair of clean basketball shorts and a white T and came out of the bathroom.

As I entered the kitchen I saw the two of them standing inches from eachother at the counter. Kirsten was wearing those ridiculously low rise jean shorts cut so small the pockets and her ass cheeks hung out the bottom and one of my Radiohead Tshirts she’d cut short enough to fit juuuuust below her perky little tittles where it was still technically legal to wear in public. She was all toned slender torso and hips and looked like a fucking snack and a half.

“If Dan’s ok with what?” I asked, playing dumb. “And where the fuck is my shot, bitches?”

Brandon filled two shot glasses and slid them over to me saying, “Catch up then, bitch.”

We laughed and I took the shots back to back.

“Um yeah man” he said sounding like he was about to tell me some potentially awkward, “Kirsten was just saying maybe, if you were good, like comfortable with the idea…”

“I don’t want Brandon to use condoms.” Kirsten said bluntly, placing her delicate little hand tenderly on mine, looking me directly in the eyes and biting her lip adorably. “They don’t fit him, he’s uncomfortable in them, he’s tested clean….”

“And it feels a hell of a lot better, yeah, no I get it.” I interjected, enthusiastically. “Brandon, I told you how much she loves being creampied, haven’t I? It makes her cum.”

Kirsten squealed and actually covered her face in embarrassment, “Daniel!”

“Well then I guess I know what we’re doing next!”, exclaimed Brandon, pouring a third round of shots.

It didn’t take long for 3 shots of tequila to have an effect, especially on 100lb Kirsten. We also passed a bond around. Everyone got nice and loose. At some point Kirsten decided she was ready to get started again, removing her shirt and tossing it playfully in Brandon’s face.

“So who’s bed are you two studs going to fill me up on tonight?” Kirsten asked, using the sexiest possible tone to say the hottest thing I’ve ever heard someone say.

We opted for my room. In no time at all, Kirsten was laying on her back on the bed, legs spread, rubbing her little pink love button and writhing. She was extremely wet and her pussy looked like it was on fire. Brandon and I rock-paper-scissored to see who got to fuck her first which she thought was hilarious. Brandon won, which she thought was fantastic.

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