A Helping Hand From an Old Friend [MF] [Cheating]

The sun had not long set on a bitterly cold Winter’s day that I’d spent the entirety of lounging around my empty apartment aching for something to do. It was the university break, and I’d grown sick and tired of watching TV shows, playing video games, and attempting to start writing the same novel over and over again. All of my friends were busy with work, relationships, or other tedious commitments, and my girlfriend was a thousand miles away, on the other side of the country holidaying with her best friend. I checked my fridge to find I was well stocked on beers, but before resorting to drinking on my own, I decided to scroll through the “Online” portion of my Facebook Messenger app and see who I could possibly invite over.

Scrolling through the many names and accompanying photos, it didn’t take me long to send a message to Lauren, a girl I’d been very close friends with since I was a kid in school, but had sort of drifted away from since starting university. We were the sort of friends who could not see each other or talk for months, but as soon as we did it’s like nothing had changed and we picked up straight from where we left off. We’d always sort of understood one another, and were very open with each other; despite being told we’d make a “cute couple” by more or less everyone we knew, it never eventuated for reasons neither of us were entirely sure of. I messaged Lauren asking if she wanted to catch up, have a few drinks, and watch a movie or something to that extent, and in a pleasant turn of events she said yes. 30 minutes, a shower, and a shave later, she’s knocking on my door; clad in black boots, dark jeans, a white blouse, with a denim jacket over the top, and a bottle of some cheap vodka in hand. She was a surprisingly heavy drinker for a small girl. We hugged, exchanged the usual pleasantries and I invited her inside. Together we sat down on the couch in front of the TV. She complimented my outfit, I told her she looked pretty. It was true, her piercing blue eyes looked exceptionally breathtaking in the warm lamp light, while her expensively maintained, soft blonde hair flowed down her shoulders and back. We each got ourselves a drink, while music filled the apartment, and the pair of us began to catch up in the way only old friends can; exchanging gossip of people we’d grown up with, sharing stories of recent adventures, and laughing over terrible jokes. The hours flew past, as the drinks were poured with ever increasing frequency and shakier hands. Several drinks and a couple of hours in came a question I should have expected.

“How are you and Kate doing?” Lauren asked. Kate was of course my girlfriend, who I hadn’t even thought of in the last few hours. I explained that in fact we were doing great; I honestly couldn’t remember a time I’d been happier. Kate for me was an almost perfect match, and my best friend – the kind of girl I really could see myself being with forever. The only downside I explained, was that we were going through a bit of a dead bedroom patch, and by patch I meant several months. Don’t get me wrong, the sex when we had it was incredible, but for a myriad of reasons on her end, it hadn’t been happening much at all as of late. Lauren and I were very open with one another, and she knew that as a very sexual person, this was difficult for me. She sympathised with my issue, but told me to hang in there, because if I was happy in the relationship otherwise, things would work out in the end. I thanked her for the words of wisdom, and agreed that it wasn’t worth leaving someone I loved over something so trivial that likely wouldn’t last forever. From there, inspired by the topic at hand, and our drunkenness, the conversation turned overtly sexual. Swapping stories of encounters, though all of Lauren’s, being an attractive, single, 20 year old girl, were far more interesting than mine. It eventually got to the point where we were just flat-out asking one another questions like; how often do you masturbate? What kind of porn do you watch? What’s your favourite position? What’s the kinkiest thing you’ve done? Darkest fantasy? Biggest turn-on? We were open and comfortable with one another like I said, but the booze helped. If Kate knew what was happening I’m sure she wouldn’t have been happy, but I didn’t care in that moment. I wasn’t flirting, it was just fun; there’s something so liberating about talking openly about sex with someone, especially when you’re in a borderline sexless relationship.

After a while, the conversation died down, and the drinking slowed from a party animal pace, back to a more respectable level of slight alcoholism. It was getting late, and so I suggested we throw on a movie until we were ready to sleep. I went to the closet and found a blanket to throw over the two of us, and then scanned Netflix for some light-hearted comedy I’d seen a million times already and started it up. It didn’t take long for Lauren to work her way over to my side of the couch, huddling against me underneath the blanket. I didn’t think much of it though, given how cold it was. A little while later, her hand found its way to my knee, then my thigh, then rubbing up and down it. I didn’t think much of this either, she’d had a lot to drink, and we were very close friends; perhaps a sober version of me would have displayed greater concern, but at the time I was too drunk to notice or care. It was only when that same hand worked its way from my thigh to my crotch that I reacted; but I didn’t move away, I simply turned my head towards her.

“What are you do-” I asked before she cut me off.

“Shhhhh. I want to help you, but it’ll be easier if we don’t talk.” She replied, without taking her eyes off the TV, her hand now rubbing the front of my pants, as my penis swelled up to rock hard in almost an instant. This fact however didn’t seem to bother her, as her hand stayed under the blanket, and her face stared straight ahead. I could have told her to stop, but I was drunk, and I was horny, and so I didn’t. It wasn’t long before her hand slowly slipped down the front of my pants, and her fingers wrapped around my dick which I was sure was about to burst. I let out a quiet moan as she began to slowly stroke up and down, but still she didn’t react and continued watching the movie. Eventually she pulled back her hand, and leaned over close, just centimetres from my ear.

“Take off your pants.” came the command, in a barely audible whisper; her breath in my ear was addicting. I certainly wasn’t going to deny her her wish, and quickly unbuckled my belt, and pulled my jeans and boxer briefs down to my ankles under the blanket, trying not to seem too eager. Finally unleashed, Lauren turned back to face the television screen, and once again wrapped her fingers tightly around my dick and began to jerk it off properly, with long, fast, hard strokes. My breathing got faster and louder, I could feel my heart racing in my chest, and the way she worked my cock – it was impossible not to let out moans of pleasure. Then, when I thought it couldn’t get any better, Lauren turned to me and with her other hand, pulled the blanket off of us and onto the floor, exposing my throbbing member gripped in her hand; and before I even knew what was happening, she lowered herself down and wrapped her soft red-coated lips around my penis. She began by sucking gently on the tip, swirling her tongue all over the sensitive head of my cock, before diving literally head first into what was undoubtedly one of the best blowjobs I’d ever received.

“Oh my fucking God.” I managed to gasp out between moans, as her tongue, and her lips worked up and down my shaft. The temptation to push her head down, or grab her by the hair was oh so tempting, but I didn’t dare strain my luck and took on a passive role in the literal affair. In our previous conversation Lauren had mentioned she was quite proud of her blowjob skills, and unlike most girls, actually loved having a cock in her mouth, and it showed, as she expertly utilised her mouth and hand to drown me in ecstasy. It was unusual to say the least; while the way she handled my cock felt incredible, it was so professional and business-like, so devoid of emotion and intimacy. She made no sounds other than the sucking and slurping noises that came as she sucked on my cock, and didn’t look up once, preferring to simply deal with the task she had given herself. That didn’t stop me from loving every single second of it mind you. My mind was no longer occupied by the movie, or thoughts of Kate. All I could think about was how good it felt being sucked and jerked off by my friend, whose platinum hair spilled out on my lap. It was just the right amount of sloppiness, as her hand and mouth worked in tandem to form an astonishing partnership that left me writhing in pleasure. Time seemed to have stopped in my apartment, and while I would have been happy for Lauren to keep doing what she was doing all night long, eventually I could feel an orgasm building, as my balls ached with cum that begged to be released.

“You’re gonna’ make me cum.” I moaned, gripping the couch tightly. This sent Lauren into another gear as she sucked, licked, and stroked harder and faster, and just before I came, she buried her head into my lap taking the entirety of my dick into her mouth as wave after wave of hot, sticky cum spilled out and filled her throat. I practically roared, and felt like I almost blacked out. Lauren sat up, licking her lips; there was no comment, no mischievous grin – she simply composed herself and settled back on the couch, with the blanket, and started watching the movie again. I sheepishly reached down and pulled my underwear and jeans back up and on, and clambered underneath the blanket with her once more. Soon after, the movie finished and as Lauren let out a long, tired yawn, I knew that was the cue to call it a night.

“I think I’m gonna’ head to bed then.” I proclaimed, stretching my arms into the air with a yawn of my own. “Are you right to set yourself up on the couch?”

“Yeah, I’ll be fine” She replied with a smile. It was almost as if nothing had happened. I could feel myself being to sober up and I assumed she was doing the same. I stood up and turned off the TV. The apartment was silent.

“Alright, well, just come and get me if you need anything. There’s water in the fridge, and more blankets and pillows in the linen cupboard. Otherwise, I’ll see you in the morning”. I said, doing my best to play the gracious host, with a smile I prayed seemed genuine.

“Okay, no problem. Goodnight James.” She breathed with a smile so intoxicating that made my heart come close to melting.

“Goodnight Lauren.” I replied almost sadly, as if I didn’t want to accept that the night was over, but as she began to make herself comfortable on the couch, I knew it was, and trudged down the hallway to my room. Closing the door behind me, I didn’t even bother getting undressed, choosing instead to collapse onto my bed as the alcohol, late night, and exhaustion I was feeling physically, emotionally, and mentally all consumed me. I was asleep before my head hit the pillow.

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