[MF] Breakup Suck

They do and when Kelly (who I wrote [this later occuring story about](https://old.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/di9ll6/mf_my_new_couch/)) and I broke up, it was necessary but also a big fucking mess for us both. Her best friend Julie was great at being there for Kelly in that stretch, and knowing Kelly had someone to lean on made it easier on me too. As “breaking up” became “broken up” and things felt more final I sent a closing message to Julie thanking her for all the help she’d been and that we both appreciated it. Her response? “Absolutely, I’m going to be there for her. I’m here for you too, here for BOTH of you!”

That’s a nice sentiment, but we weren’t really close enough that I’d feel comfortable adding on even if the offer was genuine rather than just polite. So I said thanks and spent the next month doing some solitary wallowing and worked through things mostly on my own. It was a surprise when I heard again from Julie a month later checking up on how I was doing. Mentally and getting over things? Okay, progressing. Physically? Well this was day 4 of an ass-kicking illness and I was freshly sent home alone from the doctor’s with a 104 temp.

Hearing this news, a verbal tussle ensued. Julie triumphed in her insistence she was bringing me soup right now. Within the hour she was banging on my door, materials in hand. She came through like a whirlwind when I opened it, tossing off her coat and bustling straight to the kitchen. Kitchen, living room, dining room, it was all one tiny 8×10 area in this apartment. So when I crashed on the couch I was all of 6′ away, trying to hold a touch of focus so I didn’t fall asleep.

She had clearly interrupted some comfy time to come to my aid. Julie wore black yoga pants and a short tee, scissor cut at the neckline and ending near her belly button, showing a large stretch of alabaster midriff. She had a body ripped out of a Renaissance painting, blessed on the tits and ass departments, extra softness everywhere and all of it a pale white. Of course, she’d modernized a bit, natural black hair was streaked with vibrant color, dozens of piercings, and a tattooed sleeve that had started working its way up her neck. All of this in a package that needed heels to reach five feet tall.

After she knocked something together in a rush she presented her creation and supervised as I forced myself to eat. She’d drawn up a chair next to the couch and as I neared the last bites my focus would go from the food, to her, and back again as conversation mixed in with rote eating. She sat close, leaning forward with her elbows on her knees and I could see nothing but cleavage. I wasn’t staring or ogling, I plain didn’t have the energy to. But every time I looked her way there it was, so much skin it wouldn’t pass in public without a fair number finding it lewd. Behind the aches and shivers I didn’t feel it happen, didn’t even notice until her look towards me carried a light flush. Sick, sore, and feeling like death…my body apparently didn’t care. The tent in my sweatpants was a testament to the fact that horniness trumps all troubles. And obvious, blindingly, screamingly, undeniably obvious. At that moment my soul wanted nothing more than to flee my body out of embarrassment.

Her reaction was different, after just the briefest hesitation she slipped off the chair to her knees next to the couch and slipped a hand into my pants, grabbing firm around the base of me. An extra shudder went through me, it felt so cold. A momentary distraction from the fact and internal freakout that MY EX’S BEST FRIEND WAS HOLDING MY COCK. She kept her grasp with that hand, and with a smooth tug first to one hip and then the other she had me naked to mid-thigh. She studied my cock for a second, her expression gleeful and hungry. Julie’s eyes turned up to meet mine and she asked, “should I help?”

My useless, semi-delirious hamster wheel of a brain went haywire with conflicting thoughts. Like, no, we really should not. No, you really should not. You should probably go, you and your tits and your lips and your eyes looking so so much more eager for me than I remember seeing in a long time. Ever? Ever maybe. Yes, no, yes, no, round and round the wheel went, until I felt her hand squeeze at the base of me and my head nodded.

Julie bit her bottom lip as she leaned forward, planting one wet kiss at the tip before she wrapped her lips around me. The warmth! Such an immediate relief it was. She bobbed once, again, and on the third touched her nose to my stomach. Like it was nothing, I’d never been (and haven’t since) deepthroated with such ease. No preamble, no wiggling push to work down the inch, just the sudden feel of my cock squeezed into her throat and a tongue lapping at me. For what felt like an eternity she stayed there, just moving up and down a half inch or less and sending lighting tingles up my spine. 30 seconds…45 seconds…

Finally with a loud gasp Julie pulled back up and off, leaving me a slimy, spit soaked mess. With a tight grip she stroked me, so slow each took a handful of seconds or more, clear it was just an interlude as she regrouped. Finally, she rises up off her knees and joins me up on the couch, straddling my legs. One or two more strokes and she lets go of me, the wet thwack against my stomach echoed through the quiet. The loss of sensation was a brief disappointment, until her two now free hands came up and over her head bringing her shirt with them.

Something black, something lacy, something doing a lot of work to hold those tits in. That’s all the time I had for impressions before her bra, too, was flung away and Julie’s amazing, massive tits are hanging in front of me. I stared, mesmerized, as she leaned down, stroking me again but now with my cock nestled into them. When I finally broke the spell enough to look away from their sway and met Julie’s eyes her expression was a fierce and conquering pride. Some words were exchanged here, specifics lost to memory. She wanted compliments, she got them, though I doubt in coherent sentences.

Pleased enough by that she shifted lower, tits pressing into my thighs as her lips again wrapped around me. Julie found a quick rhythm and had an obvious intent with it, she was going to suck every drop of cum she could out of me and my soul with it. She’d deepthroat me every handful of bobs, never breaking pace to do it. It was incredible, it was overwhelming, I’d like to have lasted longer than the minute or so I did, but it was hopeless.

With the articulate warning, “oh fuuuuu” Julie took every millimeter of me again and pulse after pulse fired down her throat. It had been days since I’d cum, and it showed, taking eons to subside. As the throbbing quieted she drew back to hold the tip of me softly in her mouth, and used her hand to milk my softening cock for everything that could be coaxed out. When done she planted one more kiss on it before tugging the blanket off the back of the couch to drape over me.

“Stomach full and balls empty, you’ll be better in no time!” she announced, following her words with a bright smile. Back to business, Julie carted the discarded dishes to the kitchen, cleaned up, and returned, still topless. She studied me a minute, in hindsight maybe hoping my body would recover for more, but I was zonked and barely holding off sleep at that point, and I’m sure it was obvious. Nothing else to be done, she dressed, bundled for the weather and headed out.

Not before her voice sang from the doorway though, “Remember, I’m here for you if you need ANYTHING!”

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