“Oh. My. God!” Liz giggles loudly – almost too loud to be sincere. She stares boldly at the bulge in your pants. Without looking away she covers her mouth, feigning shock and surprise. “You are so ‘boner-able'” she mocks in an exaggerated laugh. Her face hidden behind her soft white hand.
You knew this would happen eventually. You had been friends with Liz since 4th grade. Now as seniors in high school it was obvious that she had blossomed into a gorgeous, popular, young beauty. While you had… let’s say… drifted into another stereotype. Chubby, awkward, and pale. Your isolationist gamer lifestyle had only made it more difficult to rise the social ladder.
Liz had no such problems. She was charismatic, naturally athletic, bubbly, and sweet. She didn’t even have to try. How the two of you remained friends so long was anyone’s guess. Maybe it’s because you had no other options for friends. Maybe it’s because no matter how many times she ran off, and however many adventures she had, you were always there for her to come back to and feel at home. Maybe… you should stop kidding yourself.
You were in love with her. Who wasn’t? She was everything you’d ever wanted. But you knew you could never have her.
Liz was a brunette. With light green eyes, freckles, and a cute turned up nose. At about five and half feet tall, she was a dancer. Her legs were toned and strong, with the right amount of thickness. Her hips and butt were round and feminine, and her breasts – though not large per se – were perky and plump. You had watcher her body change as you grew up together. One day she was just little Liz from down the street and the next – she was a goddess among women. Graceful, flirty, and sweet.
But it’s not just that she was incredibly gorgeous, she was also kind, thoughtful, always smiling. She played video games with you. She mocked your painted miniatures, but then surprised you at birthdays and Christmas by buying you even more. She waiting all night with you for your nerdy movies to come out at exactly midnight. Even if it meant falling asleep on your shoulder. You were in the friend-zone. And deeply.
How you got there was unclear. it must’ve been a gradual, slow, sliding decline. Maybe it was when you started giving her boy advice ini 6th grade. Or maybe it was when you helped her with her homework so that she wasn’t stuck at home like you were on Friday nights. She would go out with jocks, cowboys, and even stoners. She didn’t intervene when they picked on you – at least not when they pretended they were “just kidding around.” And she told you everything – the was best friends should.
She told you about how “Jessica is such a bitch” or how her “uncomfortable bra was cute but not worth it” or how “Chris is so gorgeous” or how “Brad just doesn’t… he can’t really… I just feel like I need morre.” She even told you about how she lost her virginity to David Grayson. You were obviously jealous, and tried to hide your feelings behind a wall of support. But afterward you couldn’t stop visualizing them having sex for at least a month. He was a huge athletic type, with dark hair and a classically handsome face. When you asked her if they were still “sexually active together” as you put it, she blushed and whispered “Of course! He’s amazing! But you can’t tell anyone! If my parents find out that I’m having sex they’ll be sooo pissed!”
Amazing?? What does that mean?
You thought back to the porn you watch. Does he do that to her? Does she… suck his cock? You thought back to the time she kissed you on the cheek after you gave her a ride home from his house late at night. Did… did she suck his cock that night? You were surprised at how “un-upset” you were by the thought.
In any case there you were. At her house. In the basement TV room. Watching a movie. With a throbbing boner.
On a normal hangout occasion like this, you would’ve had more time to feel yourself getting erect. You could duck away and masturbate. Thinking about her perfect smooth cleavage, and the way your pre-cum would glisten on her skin. You could imagine her gentle pink lips around you and you could stroke and rub your penis imagining that your thumb was the tip of her tongue swirling and massaging the swollen head of your cock. You could pump and jerked furiously trying to milk every drop out while visualizing her sweet round, ass, and perfect hairless vagina opening up to you as you fuck her doggy-style, while she begs for more. “Yes! Please yes! Harder babe! Oh yesss!”
Then you’d cum in a blob wash your face, and regain your composure before going back out to your friend Liz. And nobody was the wiser.
But this time it was too late. She had seen. You could feel your face turning bright red.
“Dude! Why do you have a boner this isn’t even a sex scene in the mov…” then she stopped. She bit her lip, and followed your gaze down to the oversized t-shirt she was wearing and the way it draped over her bra-less breasts.
She looked back up at you in disbelief. With her mouth hanging open she realized. You had a boner for her.
You both tried to speak at the same time.
Then you both giggled awkwardly. You pull a pillow over your lap.
“I… I’m sorry…” she said weakly “I didn’t mean to laugh at… I was just-”
“It’s okay!” you blurt out “it’s natural for boys to… I mean.. you know that… it’s just that…It’s more like…” you trial off awkwardly.
“No, no. Yeah. Of course. It’s natural. It’s just that…” she smiles that warm smile of hers, and bites her lip “I just didn’t realize that you… uh… that you had feelings for me, I guess.”
“Oh… yeah. No. I don’t want to make this awkward. It’s not like that… It’s more like… of course you’re beautiful.! I’ve always said so!”
You stumble over your words as she leans forward and crawls across the couch toward you. The deep round neck of her shirt hanging loose gives you a perfect view between her soft, natural breasts.
“uhh…” you forget what you were saying. Mesmerized by the sight of her playful motion, devilish smile, and hips swaying back and forth in shorts so small that their label might be up for debate.
Suddenly she sits up straight. Her breasts bounce gently with the snapping motion “Let me ask you a question. We are best friends, right?”
“Y-yes” you stammer unsure of where this is going.
“And we would do anything for each other, right?”
“Yes” you give her a puzzling look.
“So if one of us – needed help from the other, we the other one would do it right?”
“Of course.”
“Ok. So I am picking up on something that you might need.”
“Well…”
“Shut up. You have a boner. And it is becoming a distraction – for both of us” she puts on her best lecturing face and begins to put her silky hair in a high ponytail. She continues “I propose that we resolve your issue, so that we can get back to watching our funny movie. Now, take your penis out.” She folds her arms scoldingly.
“What?”
“You heard me. Take it out. I’m going to give you a blow job” she snatches the pillow away. Your bulge has clearly grown even more from what it was when you first tried to hide it.
“Liz… I don’t-”
“Stop it. You are clearly about to explode. And I’m very good at this. It shouldn’t take any time.”
“Are you serious!?”
“Look. You have always been attracted to me. We both know it. It’s ok. We are BFFs. I like that you think I’m pretty. We’ve never had a romantic relationship, but we have always been close. I don’t think a simple blowjob would compromise our friendship at this point, right?”
“Well…”
“Right. So. Take your penis out and let me see that we’re working with here.”
Unable to accept that this is actually happening, you unzip your pants, and shuffle them down to your knees. Your cock is now pressing hard against your underwear. Liz puts the pillow she snatched from you on the floor at your feet and kneels down shifting herself into place until she looks like she’s comfortable. You suddenly become aware of your pasty, hairy legs, and the wet pre-cum spot on your black boxer-briefs.
She looks up at you matter-of-factly “are you ready?”
“Y-yes…” you manage to whisper, even though your throat is dry.
As she grips your waistband with both hands and pulls, suddenly your cock springs free in a massive bounce, nearly slapping her in the face.
She stares for a moment. Eyes wide with her mouth hanging open.
“Holy shit” she says flatly.
“Oh.. jeez. Oh my god. Sorry. What?” you stammer.
“Your cock… is humongous” her open mouth quickly curls into a smile and she gives you a reprimanding look.
What? You are in shock. You knew your penis was large – you knew that from all the porn you watch. But you never imagined it would be considered as such by a woman.
Liz has already taken your massive penis in both hands and is admiring it like a kid with an ice cream cone that they couldn’t possibly finish.
“Dude. What the hell!?” she holds up her cute little forearm next to your cock and giggles “It’s almost the same fucking size as my arm!”
“you… you like it?” you ask hopefully.
“Ummm… of course!” She giggles and watches it swing back and forth as she holds it at the base emphasizing it’s mass and length “it’s honestly the biggest i’ve ever seen… I actually don’t even know if I can fit it in my mouth.”
“Oh jeez…” you start to excuse yourself…
“Wait… stop. Silly boy.” she says pressing your hips down making you say seated “we still need to get this taken care of.”
With a wink, she takes it in both hands and moistens her tongue. Then she slowly licks the head. Cleaning off the sticky pre-cum. A shiver of pleasure shoots up your shaft into your spine and makes our hair stand up. Goose bumps form all over your skin. She Liz smiles up at you.
Without breaking eye contact she opens her pink lips wide, and slowly rests her mouth over the head. Her hands holding your erection upright, she begins to swirl her tongue around the head of your dick while massaging with her lips.
It was incredible. It was amazing. It was actually happening. Liz was sucking you off. You unwittingly start to gently thrust your hips up. Liz had set right to work, sucking, licking, slapping your penis gently on her tongue, then her soft cheek. She giggles and smiles up at you, and the obvious expression of disbelief and ecstasy on your face.
Periodically she’d pull her face off and smile up at you to ask an obvious question like “you like that?” or “how does that feel?”
Her face was smeared with saliva her gorgeous white teeth glistened with spit and pre-cum as she smiled. And as you watch her face worship your penis, you look up at the black screen of the sleeping TV and realize you can see her perfect ass reflected in it as her body bobs and sways with enthusiasm.
Soon you could feel the tension was too much. Embarrassed that you didn’t seem to be lasting very long you stammer “I… I think I’m… gonna… cum..” you say. Verbalizing the reality of it only made it that much more imminent.
As if that was a cue, Liz begins to push herself deeper onto you. Her tight throat is clearly struggling over your massive size.
Then upstairs is the sound of a door opening and slamming shut. The voice of Liz’s father rings out “hey Lizzie. We’re back.”
With a look of horror and fear she stands up, a long strand of spit hanging from her lip.
She tries to speak but is caught in her words “Oh… uh… Ok daddy! We’re down here!” She winces and wipes her mouth on the back of her arm.
You scramble to pull your pants up as the ominous sound impending doom makes it’s way down the stairs. Each thump of the steps mimics your heartbeat as you grab blankets, pillows, and whatever else you can to hide yourself. Liz throws herself on the opposite end of the couch and strikes a pose like somebody who has been sitting there, bored for hours. She clicks the TV back on just in time for her dad to enter the room.
“Oh hey kids. How’s it going.”
“Good.”
“Fine.”
“Alright… well. I’m gonna have to ask you to call it a night. We have to pack up for our family vacation tomorrow Lizzie. We need an early start.”
“We probably need to…” she starts.
“Yeah, no. I’d better go.” you mumble, and stand. Your boner has mostly subsided. But you’re still flushed and red.
Liz walks you to the front door and leans in to give you a big hug – the way she always does. Except this time she lingers for a minute and whispers “I had fun tonight.” As you pull back from the hug she smiles “I’ll text you.”