A Friendly Blowjob

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Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Heterosexual, Fiction, Cheating, Humiliation, Oral Sex, Petting, Exhibitionism, .

Desc: Erotica Sex Story: She went in to print an essay. She and her friend ended up watching porn together. After she accidentally makes him jizz his pants, she offers a real blowjob to make up for it. Will he accept?

I banged on the door. "Yo, Chris! Are you in there? Stop jerkin' off! I need to borrow your printer!" I waited patiently for a few seconds. No response. I raised my hand to knock again when the door swung in, revealing Chris's exasperated face, his brown eyes glaring at me. I held up my flash drive. "I just need to print out my essay, is that okay?"

He sighed. "Sure, come on. Make it quick."

"What kind of a greeting is that?" I asked, as he shut the door behind me. "Is that any way to say hello to your beautiful neighbor?"

"Like you're one to talk, Lisa. You nearly gave me a heart attack with that Verdun of a hello of yours. How do you knock so loud? You're like, a hundred pounds."

I flexed my arm and smiled. "You didn't think I did all that taekwondo for nothing, did ya? Don't tell me you need another demonstration..."

He winced. "I'm good. Just thinking about the last time makes me body ache..."

"I really didn't mean to kick you in the balls. It was an accident!"

"It's fine ... Water under the bridge. Just ... don't do it again..."

"So can I use your computer, Chris? Please?"

"I mean, I was going to say yes until you reminded me about your surprise martial arts demonstration..."

"You didn't believe I was stronger than you! I was defending my honor!"

"I don't know..."

I smirked and grabbed the bottom of my shirt. "How about a trade, then? Tits for prints?" Before Chris could react, I flung my shirt up and shimmied my petite breasts. His eyes went wide as his stare froze on my chest. He was adorable when he was flustered. "Now come on, those are worth a print job, aren't they?"

"Fine, fine, you can use my computer..." he said, putting up his hands in front of his face, but not, I noticed, in such a way that would actually block his view.

"Thank you!" I pulled my shirt back down. "And don't be so histrionic. You can't even see anything, anyway. I'm wearing a bra."

"I'm not sure I would glorify that with the name of 'bra.'" he declared. "More like a misplaced, unusually colorful eye patch."

I tugged on my neckline and peered down. "Ohhhh, yeah ... Forgot I was wearing my Gettin' Lucky bra. Whoopsies. Laundry day."

"You wear lingerie on laundry day?" he asked, eyebrow raised.

"Well it's not like I'm wearing it any other day lately. And besides. everything else was dirty. Unless you'd prefer I just don't wear a bra at all? My, my, how salacious ... But if you really want a view..." I teased, playing with the hem of my top.

"Please keep your bra on," he stated.

"Spoilsport..." I sat down at his laptop and plugged in my flash drive, opening its folder and finding my history essay. The printer buzzed to life, light returning to its displays as its insides whirred and kachunked. Line by line, my essay incarnated onto the page. "So how's Rebecca?" I asked, waiting for the printer to finish its task. "I saw you guys outside of the dining hall last night. Were you on a date? Did you two kiss?"

He smiled. "Yeah ... We went and saw Mad Max afterwards. It was awesome! She was kind of creeped out by the beginning, but she ended up loving it. She really liked Nux. We're gonna go to the taiko concert tomorrow night, too, at Schwartz Hall."

"Ooh, nice. You two sure do spend a lot of time together. Must be serious ... You're not going to forget about me, are you?" I asked, opening up his browser history. "We're still on for that salsa class on Sunday, right? I need a partner."

"Of course I won't forget about you, Lisa. You're my best friend. And I'm all yours Sunday. Promise.

"But I think it is getting pretty serious. She's smart, she's funny, she loves listening to me talk about geeky stuff ... I'm happy just cuddling with her in bed, doing nothing but holding her. She's almost perfect..."

But I wasn't listening anymore. I was going through his recent pages. And the page titles left very little room for ambiguity. "Cute chick doing a great blowjob," "Good morning blowjob," "Amateur blowjob contest..." I bit my lip. Guess I knew what Chris's kink was now ... I clicked on one labeled "Asian masseuse deep throats and swallows" and waited for it to load while Chris continued to eulogize Rebecca.

The video started as I watched, eyes wide and rapt as a young woman welcomed a customer to what I was already beginning to suspect was not quite a legitimate massage parlor, based mostly on the masseuse's miniskirt of a kimono and her obvious absence of a bra. Or panties, I realized, as she bowed to her client. Chris stopped talking and looked over at the computer screen. His face quickly turned as red as the masseuse's lipstick.

"H-hey!" he stammered, trying to close his laptop. But I was faster, and pulled it away. "Quit it! What are you watching?"

"You should know ... I found it in your history. It looked interesting..."

He averted his eyes. "Why were you going through my history? I thought you were printing your paper out?"

"I got bored! And I was curious ... It's not like I was expecting to find porn." But I had kind of hoped I would ... I glanced back at the screen. The masseuse was helping the customer out of his clothes and on to the massage table. Her dark brown eyes roamed over his muscled and tattooed body.

"Turn it off..." Chris pled.

"Oh, come on, don't be a prude. Watch it with me!" I suggested. I was curious what sort of porn Chris watched. What did he watch while he sat alone in his room, stroking his cock to orgasm? What did he think about?

He blinked rapidly in consternation. "Watch it? With you?"

"Yeah with me, what's the big deal?"

"Uh, well, let's see, it's porn, aaaaaand ... it's porn."

"So? We've watched sex scenes in movies together before and it wasn't weird."

"There's a difference between a movie with a sex scene and a sex scene that's a movie ... Besides, movies are usually ... simulated. This, uh ... isn't."

"That's what makes it interesting. Come on. I'll give you a backrub if you'll watch it with me ... Please? How can you resist?"

He hummed. I smirked. He was faltering. "Why do you even want to watch it?" he inquired.

I tried my best to appear innocent. "I want to check my technique. Or..." I began, brushing my hand against his thigh as he startled backwards. " ... you could tell me what you think of it." I laughed at his reaction.

"Okay, fine, I'll watch it with you if you promise to behave."

"Promise!" I surrendered the seat to him. He sat down and I stood behind him, placing my hands onto his shoulders right as the customer was turning over on the table, his obscenely skimpy towel doing little to hide his massive erection. That lucky little minx ... It was so unfair ... The last guy I brought home was packing four inches, and she had a footlong to play with. My crotch warmed as I began to give Chris his backrub, both of us watching the laptop screen.

"So..." I inquired, my lips near his ears, "you really like blowjobs, huh?"

He was silent for a moment. I wished I could see his face ... I was just sure he was blushing adorably. "I mean, y-yeah, don't all guys?" he stammered.

"Well, not just guys. I do, too," I confessed.

He turned around and looked up at me, his cheeks still pink. "Really?"

"Really! I love the feeling of a guy's cock filling my mouth, having his hot, hard cock inside me, feeling him quiver between my lips as he cums, getting to swallow every last drop of his orgasm. It's this special little treat just for me. I feel like I'm just totally in control, like I have absolute power over his pleasure...", I explained, my fists clenched as I savored memories of past cocks sucked and loads swallowed before realizing I was getting a little too into my answer. I coughed politely. "What do you like about them? Besides, like, the obvious..."

"Me? It ... geez ... this is so embarrassing..."

"No, it's okay! Keep going, I'm curious!" I said. On screen, the masseuse was reaching under the towel with a wickedly mischievous grin on her face. I glanced down. Chris's jeans bulged outward, a long, thick ridge reaching down his thigh. He'd look pretty good in a towel in a massage bed, I bet. Just how big was that bulge? How did he taste? How much would he cum? Would he be sweet or bitter? I shook my head. I shouldn't be thinking that about my taken friend...

"Okay," he conceded, taking a deep breath. "It feels really passionate to me, you know? It's really hot to see a woman so desirous that she's willing to do that. It feels more, uh, intimate, I guess, than just regular sex. Is that weird?"

"No way, not at all. I agree one hundred percent. I've always thought that the mouth is the center of intimacy. Giving a blowjob is like kissing a guy in his most precious place. Even fucking can feel impersonal with the wrong guy, but I never feel that way about fellatio. It always feels so much more personal, more passionate. I'd rather blow a guy than fuck him, to be honest. I love just being the giver of his pleasure, like he's my master and my only purpose is to bring him to orgasm.

"You know ... my absolute favorite thing is to wake my guy up with a blowjob, so the first thing he sees when he wakes up is my face between his thighs, sucking away, his shaft vanishing between my lips." My thighs felt hot. My panties were damp.

"That sounds amazing..." he admitted.

"Ever tried it?"

"No..."

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