My year as an escort, and the time my best friend was a customer [FM] Part 3

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The sweat trickled down my temple, gathering at the nape of my neck and slowly trickling into my braless crop top. There it seeped onto my breasts, covering them in condensation and creating small wet spots where my nipples flirted with my shirt. “So what we get drunk. So what we smoke weed. We’re just having fun.” Bruno Mars’ heavenly voice cooed from the speakers over a soft beat as I pressed my body against Ben’s, my crotch pressing against him and my boobs rubbing against his hard chest.

“So what we go out. That’s how it’s supposed to be. Living young and wild and free.” Green neon lights flickered in sync with the beat, illuminating countless hot and sweaty bodies dancing around us. I couldn’t see them, as my vision was filled with the boy in front of me, his eyes blue as the sky on a cloudless day. His hands were shakily exploring the small of my back, soft palms feeling up my bare skin. On occasion, his fingers would venture towards the inside of my shirt, and I would hold my breath, hoping that he would continue upwards. But then he would lose his confidence, and his hands retraced to the safety of my back.

I put my arms around his neck, and dangled off of him. “Won’t you fall?” He yelled over the music, and I smiled and shook my head. I began to grind my very short shorts into his pelvic area, and immediately felt a reaction from his manhood, which began to harden and grow inside his jeans, yearning to break free. I licked my lips and tossed my head back, my long black hair spilling out past my face, and held onto his shoulder with one arm while using the other to brush a few stray locks of hair out of my eyes.

I pulled myself up briefly and whispered into his ear “Then don’t let go of me, daddy” before leaning back down, my hair nearly touching the floor, my thighs and crotch grinding ever more deeply into his. With a worried expression, he tightened his grasp on my back, holding me up like I was priceless china that would shatter into a thousand pieces if he dropped me. I felt his cock rearing to full mast as he processed the vulnerable position I was in. My crop top was hiking up, exposing the underside of my boobs to him, and if he looked down, he could definitely see the black lace panties inside my shorts.

***

A few hours earlier, we’d sat down at our favorite cafe, following up on the plans I’d made with him while getting railed over the bathroom sink. Not that he needed to know about that. I smiled sweetly at him as the waiter set down our cappucinos. He shot back with a solemn expression.

“Sooo…” I took the plunge. “You’re not a bad kisser, you know?” He chuckled and shook his head. “Yeah. Thanks.” He replied, taking a sip of his hot caffeinated drink.
“Not too shabby yourself.”

I smiled back, warming my hands on the cup. There was a loud honking from outside as the rain pit pattered against the glass. He smiled back. And took another sip.
“Look, what if we just forget it ever happened?” He finally said with a sigh. I gave him a sad nod. “That’s probably for the best.”

It took a while to break the veil of awkwardness that hung over us, but once our conversation got started, we quickly fell back into our old routine. He talked about school, our old friends group, and the various grievances in his life. I poked and prodded like I always did, making fun of him and light of things I probaby shouldn’t, and he played the straight man role he always fell into. Our chat drifted comfortably from topic to topic, with me guiding it gently away the subject of my escorting and him away from his relationship and Isabelle.

Until he abruptly turned course and crashed straight into it. “By the way, it turns out that Isabelle’s been sleeping around.” He said matter of factly, as if it were the most obvious, expected outcome in the universe. I scrutinized his face, looking for signs of pain. He was a mask, anything he felt obviously buried deep inside, quanrantined in an area of his brain with warning signs plastered all over it. “I’m so sorry, Ben.” I bit my lip.

“We’re on a break after all.” He said simply, shrugging. “She’s allowed to do that. I could, too. Though I’d probably be a bit more discreet, and not like, tell everyone. I’d call a lady of the night or something. Well, I actually did try that.” He looked at me. “You know.”

I nodded knowingly. “Maybe that’s not the best idea.” I suggested. Then a cliched light bulb went off in my brain. “I’ve got a much better one.” I looked down at my sweatpants and uggs. “But I’ll have to go change first.”
When we got to the club, I flashed the bouncer a smile. “How long’s the wait?” I asked innocently, ignoring the long line of people growing behind us. He looked me up and down, and then motioned for us to get inside.

A wave of heat and loud music washed over us the moment we stepped inside. Glancing around, I led Ben by hand towards the bar. “This is pretty new.” He shouted towards me. “Don’t worry about it.” I shouted back, and ordered a round of tequila shots.

***

Once I felt that I’d sufficiently teased him, I came back to a standing position, bringing my face within an inch of his. The flashing lights occasionally illuminated our faces, which were coated with perspiration, along with the steam of our hot breath mingling together. “Having fun?” I asked him playfully. “It’s not too bad, actually.” He replied, which translated into him having a blast in Ben-speak. I gave him a peck on his cheek, and told him I’d be right back.

There was a stage in that club, atop which the most energetic and most drunk of party-goers would climb to showcase their dancing to the entire crowd. Liquid courage fully taking over, I swung one leg over the bars separating the crowd from the stage, followed by the other. As if taking cues, the song smoothly transitioned to a thumping Calvin Harris song. I leaned backwards against the bars, seductively showing off my smooth, skinny legs and tight butt to the entire club, and began to move to the music. I dropped my butt down and shook it, while steadying myself against the bars.

I heard a round of whooping behind me, filling me with determination to make an impression that the ogling men would remember as a bright moment in the midst of their hangovers. I pushed against the bars, arching my back and spreading my legs, and undulated to the rhthym. I shook my apple-bottomed ass enticingly, and I imagined a hundred cocks growing erect as their owners imagined what they would do to me if they could. At this angle, my shorts would be barely containing my asscheeks, which would droop out for the whole club to see, and the fabric would hike so deeply into my crotch that the thin black strap of my panties could’ve been visible from the right angles. My skinny, bare legs were glistening with sweat as I danced against the bar as if it was my lifelong lover.

After a few minutes of this, I turned around, and leaned forward against the bars, bending over and dropping low enough for everyone to get a good look down my shirt. I felt the tip of my hardened nipple catching against the neckline of my croptop as I danced, just barely preventing my boobs from slipping out entirely. I slowly moved my body erotically, teasing the crowd as the bars held me up. I looked straight at Ben, who seemed to be stuck in a trance, his mouth slightly agape.
In the corner of my eye, I caught a glance from stranger next to me on the stage. Turning over, I saw a beautiful blonde girl, her tight body barely contained by a tiny black dress. Her arms were up in the air, fingers interlaced together as the rest of her swayed to the beat. Her neckline ran down to her stomach, with two succulent side boobs glistening with a sheen of sweat. Her eyes were fixed on me, and I blushed imagining that she’d been watching the show I put on just now.

Then – for the second time that evening – a light bulb went off in my alcohol addled head. A way to cheer Ben up, while potentially preserving our friendship. Fueled once more by liquid courage, I danced my way over to her. Her eyes were warm and inviting, and she smiled at me. Feeling encouraged, I got a little closer, and got a whiff of her perfume. Something with a scent of cherry. I felt intoxicated, and a little weak in the knees.

“I’m Kim.” She introduced herself, stepping between me and the bar, bringing her face within an inch of mine. “I’m S-Selene.” I managed in response. She smiled again, and it was impossible not to notice her perfectly white teeth, her ample bosom pressing lightly against mine, as she and I swayed together to the song.

“You a student?” She asked, and I quickly nodded yes. It technically wasn’t true, but I figured the real story was too complicated for the situation. Then her hands were wrapping around my waist, and our slender figures were melding together as we danced and stepped to the beat. The warmth of her body embraced mine, and her large breasts felt incredibly soft as they pressed against mine. I felt a tingling sensation, and a wetness building down below. Still feeling shy, my eyes were locked on my feet, trying to make sure I didn’t step on her heels, but she pushed my chin up with a finger, forcing me to look deep into her warm hazel eyes.

Then suddenly, her lips were locked on mine. Her hand on the back of my head, her tongue deep inside me, searching for and finding mine, playfully licking and teasing it. I heard the sound of men whistling around us, but it was background noise to the fervent beating of my heart. My hands went limp by my sides as I took in the kiss, but hers quickly found their way towards my ass, giving it firm squeeze.

After an eternity, our lips parted, and I found myself gasping for air. She smiled sweetly at me, and began to dance once more, putting one foot in front the other while bobbing her head. “You’re a good kisser.” She said with a laugh, and her laugh was like the sweet song of a bird, high pitched like a chirp. Gathering my courage, I stepped towards her and returned the kiss, this time my tongue seeking out hers, as my hands brushed over her breasts. She stepped back, and I continued to push forward, until she was leaned back against the bar, long blonde locks with curled tips spilling out over the stage. My body pressed into hers, and I felt the outline of her voluptuous curves against my slim figure. For her skinny frame, she really had an amazing set of tits.

When we finally untangled from another, I could see eyes all around locked on us. I giggled a bit, tasting her lipstick on my mouth. She put a hand to her mouth, giving me a coy, demure look. As if asking: What next?

“I’m here with a friend.” I said finally, my heart pounding away relentlessly. I could feel the wetness growing in my crotch, and I was ready to get fucked in any way possible. I pointed over to Ben, who was looking at us in a dreamlike daze. When he realized we were looking his way, he gave a small, awkward wave.

“Not bad.” She said. “Boyfriend?” She looked back at me slyly. “No, just friend. Well, maybe a bit more than that.” I bit my lip. “He has an apartment. Maybe we could go hang out there? Grab a few drinks.”

She seemed to consider it for a moment, then leaned into me. I felt a warm wetness on the outside of my ear, and a shocking wave of pleasure rocked my body. I bent at the knees, and held onto the bar for support to avoid falling over entirely. She continued to lick away at my earlob, occasionally biting the rim of my ear, and I thought an ocean would spill out from between my legs. Then she stopped, and whispered “Sure, if you’re a part of the package.”

We wasted no time getting off the stage, collecting our coats and calling a cab. Ben and Kim quickly introduced themselves on the way to Ben’s apartment, and when we drunkenly stumbled inside, all formalities and clothes were abandoned at the door.
We were a messy tangle of limbs and hair as we kissed, caressed and squeezed our way to the living room. We came to a halt with me licking the inside of Kim’s thigh, my fingers gently brushing against the lips of her clean shaven pussy, feeling her trembling and the thin coat of cum lining her slit. She and Sam were buried in each other’s faces, her softly moaning as Ben kissed her and gently squeezed her puffy pink nipples. With each squeeze, her moaning got a bit louder, and her pussy clamped down on my fingers, drenching them more as I slowly worked in and out of her lips.

We stayed like this for a few minutes, me on my knees serving the blonde goddess with my mouth and fingers. Taking her in my mouth and tasting her, my tongue fucking her gently as I licked the inside of her labia. My fingers rubbing her clit in a circular motion, reaching down occasionally to wet them on her pussy juices. Ben with both hands groping and grasping at her perfect boobs, a perky pair that rounded out her hourglass. Their lips still locked together, with a voice in the back of my mind wondering if Ben was enjoying it. If he was happy throat fucking Kim, with her long blonde locks that fell past her shoulders to her bust, as he caressed her soft silky skin and gripped her by the curves in her tiny waistline.

Then Kim broke off the kiss, and looked at me mischeviously. I stared back, eyes wide open and suddenly awaiting instructions. She placed her hand on top of my head, and with my tongue still buried deep in her pussy, she pushed me down until I was lying on my back on the ground, her entire weight on my face as her crotch ground against my lips. I began to lick fervishly, as she thrust and fucked my face, her wetness smearing my makeup and covering my eyes and nose. I was basked in the mix of her cherry scent and her own musk, my toes curling upwards and my legs frantically kicking, the warmth between my thighs growing as I got wetter and wetter from being dominated by her. Through the blurry vision of my cum coated eyes, I could see Ben pushing her against the wall, grabbing her by the throat and taking out his cock.

It was my first time seeing it, and I could barely make out the shape. My mascara was smeared all over my face and Kim was still humping me into the ground. My vision was a slideshow of Ben, then Kim’s pussy lips, then her asscheeks, which were round and plushy and nearly suffocating as she fucked my face. Through glimpses, I saw Ben shoving his cock inside her mouth and groaning as the warmth covered his dick, and she began to lick and bob passionately. The sight left me hot and turned on, but tainted with a twinge of jealousy. I lifted my legs up and began to stroke the inside of his thigh with my toes, my years of yoga and attained flexibility finally helping me out in a time of need.

Ben looked down at me, and seemed to take me in for the first time since our threesome began. There I was, laying helpless on the floor, a facefull of Kim’s pussy. My legs and torso splayed out beneath her, my pussy fully exposed to him and coated with built up wetness from the entire night’s debauchery. My tits spilling over the side of my chest, dark brown nipples standing at attention. My toes curled and my back arched with anticipation and desire. If he wanted to fuck me, he would get his wish, and I would not and could not do much to stop him. I looked at him inquisitively, mouthing “Do you want me?”.

And that proved to be the limit of Ben’s self control. In one smooth motion, he stooped down and picked up my legs, placing them on his shoulders and lifting up my crotch toward him. He placed his fully erect cock atop my pussy lips, coating them in my juices and giving him a taste of what was to come. His hands wandered to my butt, and he stroked and squeezed my cheeks gingerly, as if it had been a fantasy of his all along, after years of seeing me in yoga pants and shorts. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and thrust forward.

As he entered me, I felt happy and free for the first time in a long time. It was as if a massive weight had been lifted from my shoulders, and now I was free to feel pleasure and enjoy myself and love life. His cock filled me and stretched me, and he plunged in and out with relentless furor, fucking his best friend with abandon. He couldn’t see my face, but I was smiling with big stupid grin, while still tending to Kim’s pussy. I felt heat between my legs and heat on top of my face, and my senses were overloaded with smells and tastes and pleasure. Kim’s hands – or maybe Ben’s – found their way to my fully erect nipples, and began to pinch them. It hurt, but it also sent waves of pleasure through my body. My mind was a haze, with my attention scattered all over my body, from being ruthlessly fucked by Ben to my tits being squeezed and played with, to my mouth and tongue being drenched with Kim’s juices.

Then it hit me, and I lost control of my body almost entirely. My back arched and I let out a gasp, my legs locked around Ben’s torso and pulled him into me, forcing to thrust deeper than ever before, the head of his cock hitting the walls of my insides. Pleasure and pain rocked me in great rolling waves, and I came for what felt like an eternity. Sensing this, Kim licked her fingers and brought them back to my nipples, squeezing and rubbing them with her wet warmth.

The first orgasm began to fade, but then Ben forced my legs apart and pushed one of them to the floor and the other straddling his shoulder, and began to fuck me from another angle, while holding onto my thigh. In the meantime, Kim got off of my face, and stooped down to lick my ears, coating them in warm saliva, with her tongue licking the interior of my lobe. I felt my crotch growing warm again, and my legs clamping up, with Ben gently licking my curled toes, and another wave of orgasms rocked my body once more. I came and came, all over Ben’s cock and his pubes. I lost track of time, as Ben fucked me endlessly, and Kim continued to bring me to the edge with her fingers on my nipples and her licking my ears. As soon she felt me reaching a climax, she would suddeny stop, and look me in the eyes, until I begged her. “Please.” I would say, and she would smile and continue, and the pleasure would wipe my mind and make me forget where I was, and what my troubles were.

Finally, after what felt like hours, Ben pulled himself out, and sat on the floor, wiping the sweat from his brow. Kim got off of me, pleased with her handiwork. I laid there, having cum what felt like a thousand times, legs quivering, my pussy raw, my face smeared with saliva and Kim’s pussy juices. I closed my eyes, sighed, and pushed myself off the ground, and looked at Ben with determination.
“Hmm?” He managed, in the deep, croaky voice of a man who had spent the last hour taking a woman. I crawled towards him on my hands and feet, tits swaying gently, my ass pointed enticingly in the air. “Daddy” I cooed, licking my lips. “Let me taste you.” Ben eyes opened wide, but the slight smile on his lips told me he would not refuse.

I made my over to his cock, which was standing erect and still drenched with my juices. Finally getting a good look at it, I could see he was just above average, though while he had fucked me, I imagined something huge. They say it isn’t about the size of the tool, but what you do with it, and it seemed Ben knew what to do with it. Then I lifted my hair back, and took his shaft in my mouth, tasting myself on his dick. I licked him gently inside my mouth, my tongue toying with the slit as I bobbed my head up and down. He began to moan softly, pushing me to give it my all though my neck was growing sore. From the corner of my eye, I saw Kim pick herself up and make her way over to Ben. Then she straddled him, and her butt was in my face. Two perfectly shaped buns, likely sculpted in the gym and the kitchen. She bent over, and put her tits in Ben’s face, and shook her torso side to her, slapping his face with her boobs.

Not to be outdone, I took a deep breath and pushed down on his dick, taking the entire length into my throat. Supressing my gag reflex, I began to bob furiously, taking his balls in one hand as I throated him. I licked him while sucking, preserving though my tongue was tiring and my lips sore. I could feel him tightening, as his moans grew quicker and louder. His hands were all over Kim’s body, as he sucked gently on her ample tits. She was rubbing his chest, occassionally running a finger over his nipple, sending a shiver through his body that I could feel through his member in my mouth. We went at it for some time, double teaming him and stocking his spank bank for years to come, her clouding his vision with her round, perky tits, and me pleasuring his cock and licking every sip of my own pussy off of him.

Finally, he gasped, and a spurt of hot cum shot into the back of my throat. I almost choked, but kept my lips firmly pressed around his cock, continuing to milk him as he shot load after load into my mouth. I continued to bob gently as he came, pressing my lips together as I pulled up to create more pressure on his cock. Finally, he finished, all spent and his eyes closed, breathing slowly. But I wasn’t finished, continuing to suck and fondle his balls even as his cock shrunk slightly in my mouth. His gasps turned from pleasure to slightly pain, and I relished in the brief torment as I sucked him beyond the point of him being dry.

In front of me this entire time was Kim’s ass, perfectly round with a clean shaven pussy and tight butthole. I teasingly guided my index finger into her, and to my pleasure, finding her to be still drenched. I stuck another finger inside, and began to blast her from behind. Taken by surprise, she began to scream, as she collapsed on top of Ben, pushing him onto his back, her tits covering his face as she shook from the pleasure of being fingered. I licked thumb, and worked it into her butthole. She stiffened up, but did not resist. So I gripped her like a bowling ball, my thumb in her butt pushing against my fingers in her pussy, relentlessly shoving and making a “come hither” motion inside of her. Ben apparently still had some energy left in him, and began to fondle her boobs while kissing her gently.

Soon, I felt her clenching on my fingers, and with a final scream, she came all over my hand. Then we collapsed into a heap, one of us on each side of Ben, each resting our heads on his chest. Lying on his carpet floor, drenched in our own sweat and juices, the pleasure sensors in our brains fried and the effects of the alcohol starting to wane.

I rolled over, and cuddled with Kim. I felt Ben’s gaze on the back of my head, so I kissed her, while my hands caressed her butt and back, giving the occasional squeeze. I sincerely hoped Ben had washed out all thoughts of Isabelle from his mind, as he was getting the show of his life.

A growing hardness against my back confirmed my beliefs, and I responded with another finger inside of Kim, followed by a gasp of pleasure from her. Channeling the remains of my energy, I began to finger fuck her gently as my tongue toyed with hers, and the stiffness behind grew and grew until I felt Ben at full mast once more. Then I turned to face him.

That night, the three of us licked and fucked and kissed until we passed out. I lost complete track of time, and at some point my memory became hazy as it blended into a blur of naked, sweating bodies, moans of pleasure, various fingers and cocks being stuck in various places. At some point, I poured some more wine, and we moved to the bedroom. It was although we were three long lost lovers who had rediscovered each other, and our feelings were pouring out through our love making.

When I woke in the morning, every part of my body was desperately sore. I was cuddled in a blanket, Ben’s arm wrapped around me protectively. I managed to get out of bed without waking him, and find my clothes strewn all over the apartment. Kim had already left, with a note with her number on it and a heart drawn on it.

I found my way to metro, and rode the line back towards my FWB’s apartment. On the way home, I constructed a text.

“Hey Ben,

I enjoyed last night a lot, but I’m not sure where to go from here. I think you know at this point, but I’ve had feelings for you for a long time. I’m not sure, but maybe you feel a little bit that way too?

Let’s talk when you wake up.”

My finger hovered over the send button for a few seconds, but I closed my eyes and pushed down. I took a deep breath as the message left my fingertips and went off into the beyond, never to reclaimed or taken back again. There would be no coming back from it, nor could Ben and I stay as best friends. I hoped against hope that he saw me the same way. Then it was my stop, and I got up.

When I got back to my FWB’s apartment, I stopped in my tracks.
My clothes, bags, and belongings were packed in an unkempt pile. I rushed over, and began packing my clothes into suitcases. Then I found a handwritten note, scrawled in my FWB’s chicken scratch handwriting.

“Sorry Selene. I’m catching feelings, and you’ve got other guys. This can’t go on for me. Good luck.”

I wanted to scream, but contained myself while I got my life’s belongings into a manageable piles, and tried to stuff them into the undersized bags. Then I heard a “Ding!” of a text message, realizing it could only be from Ben. I pulled out my phone, reading:

“Yea, I did too, and it’s confusing right now.

I think there’s another world where I never met Isabelle, and you and I are together.

Last night was good. It was a lot better than sitting at home and moping over old pictures of my relationship. But I need some time to get my thoughts together. I hope you can understand.”

I stood there, the rain drizzling lightly, my clothes and hair getting damp. But it felt like nothing, as did everything else around me. Like the world had disappeared, and it was just lonely little me, sitting there on the side of the road, crying.
After some time, I finished sobbing, and pulled up another conversation on my phone. To the three messages I’d received a few days ago, but never had the heart to respond to.

“Selene”

“Are you okay”

“Your mother misses you”

With trembling, wet fingers that the touchscreen could barely sense, I began to type a response.

*For those of your following along, I have been & will be posting updates to when the story will be updated on my user page.*

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