Anything for My Virgin Best Friend (2 page)

“You’ve never had sexual experience,” I noted. “And I’m not getting what I want in bed. I can show you how to do it.”

“Tara, what the hell?” he said. He looked terrified. I gripped tighter to keep his hands from pulling away.

“You don’t have to. It’s just a thought,” I said defensively. “I think it will build your confidence. Your… inexperience won’t be nagging in the back of your head anymore.”

“Is it that obvious?” he asked.

I kneeled down in front of him. “You worry too much.”

I let go of his hands and ran my fingers delicately up his thighs. He shuddered at my touch. My palm cradled his package. He was erect.

“Oh my god, Paul,” I said, astonished.

“Oh my god, what?” he asked nervously, shifting in his seat.

“Your dick is huge,” I commented.

“Wait, what?” he asked. His face was scrunched up with concern. “Really?”

“Yeah, oh my god,” I said, running my fingers up and down his shaft. It went all the way up and under his belt.

“I’m just warning you, I never like… do anything with it, so if I like, finish quick or whatever, I’m sorry,” he said rapidly.

“Why don’t we go ahead and take care of it now?” I suggested. “I’m sure by the time we’ve gotten further along you’ll be able to cum again.”

“Jesus, Tara!” he exclaimed.

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” I said. His cock throbbed and pressed against his pants, aching to get closer to my touch. I obliged. He let out a boyish moan as I unzipped his fly.

“Lift up,” I ordered. I pulled his pants and boxer briefs down, bunching up mid-shin.

His massive dick was revealed. It was almost comical.

“Holy shit, Paul,” I said in disbelief. My hands were unsure if they wanted to pleasure it or play with it.

“This is crazy,” he said breathlessly.

“I know,” I said.

I began stroking him. He twitched with each movement, seemingly uncomfortable.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

“Yes,” he said.

I pressed his balls and the base of his cock with one hand while I twisted and rubbed with the other.

“I’m going to come!” he yelped suddenly.

Fearing the mess that would happen from an unexpected orgasm, I wrapped my lips around the head of his dick. He pumped his load into my mouth. It was massive. I nearly choked trying to keep it. He kept groaning as his dick throbbed, pouring more into my mouth.

His rhythm steadied. His hips stopped bouncing.

“Oh my god,” he said. “I’m so sorry.”

I looked up at him. “Why are you sorry? That’s supposed to happen.”

“I know,” he said. “Just… not that quick.”

“I’ve got this,” I assured. “You’re going to be fine. Now this is the part where I show you some moves. Can we move to the bed?”

Paul looked around as if he were being watched.

“Sure,” he said.

We entered his bedroom, which was completely empty aside from his mattress and a small nightstand housing a lamp and a phone charger.

“Keeping it simple?” I joked.

Paul smiled weakly and shuffled in front of me, holding his pants up as he made his way to the mattress.

“You can take them off, you know,” I said.

“Right,” he said as he slowly stripped himself from the waist down.

“Why not the shirt, too?” I suggested.

“Okay,” he said, pulling his tee up over his head.

“Do you play sports or something?” I said, noticing his physique.

“Volleyball at the YMCA,” he answered.

“Right,” I said, remembering him mentioning that at some point.

I started taking my pants off as well. Paul immediately began tidying the bed. He fluffed the pillows and straightened the comforter.

“There’s no point in doing that, you know?” I said.

“I just want it to look nice,” he replied.

My clothes were on the floor. The mattress bounced as I flopped onto it. With my legs open wide, I began warming myself up. Paul kept his back to me.

“Okay,” I called. “I’m ready.”

“Are you sure?” he said to the wall in front of him.

“Absolutely,” I said confidently. “Now get over here.”

He slowly turned himself on the bed. His socks were still on.

“What am I supposed to do?” he asked.

“Alright,” I began. “You know the basic anatomy, right? Labia, clitoris, et cetera?”

“Sure,” he said, trying not to look at my pussy as I pointed to the various parts.

“Well, basically, you just rub the inside with a couple fingers and use your tongue all over the outside, the clit, and inside, too,” I explained.

“How do I know if I’m doing it right?” he asked.

“I’ll tell you,” I said. “She’ll tell you,” I corrected.

“So, go ahead?” he said.

“Go right ahead,” I said, closing my eyes.

Paul’s tongue entered me and I moaned encouragingly. His fingers grazed the outside of my pussy. I reached down and assisted him.

Once his hand got going, I let him on his own. He was lapping at my clit, pressing deep. He dipped his fingers lightly in me.

“Oh, Paul,” I murmured, running my palms through his hair. “You’re sure you’ve never?”

Paul hummed an answer from down below. It didn’t matter.

“Yeah, just like that,” I instructed. “You’re so good.”

He continued to pay attention to me. I rolled my hips toward his tongue, wanting it deeper and deeper.

I opened my eyes lazily and gazed down. Paul’s dick was slowly stiffening. I put a hand on his shoulder and stroked the parts of his back that I could reach.

“Is this okay?” he asked, coming up for air.

“Keep going,” I ordered, guiding his head back to my crotch.

Paul continued to rub and tongue me. Nervously, he placed a hand under my ass to steady himself.

“Yeah, do that,” I said. “Grab my ass.”

His grip became more confident. He pressed his face deeper into me.

I let out a moan and grabbed my breasts, rocking my body in sync with him.

My skin felt a draft. I realized one of his hands had left me. It migrated between his legs, where he began rubbing himself.

“Liking it?” I asked seductively.

Paul looked up at me. “Yeah,” he said. His head shook in disbelief.

“Are you ready?” I asked.

“I think so,” he replied. “I have to find a condom.”

“Shit,” I hissed. “Yeah. You have one, right?”

“Pretty sure,” he said, searching the lone nightstand in the room. “These things don’t go bad, do they?” he asked as he produced a small foil packet.

“I’m sure it will be fine,” I said. “Just put it on.”

Paul unrolled the condom over his dick. The lube glistened.

“Get back where you were, put your arms on either side of me, and I’ll help you from there,” I said.

He complied and got into position. His hot breath misted down onto me. I reached down and guided his dick toward me. It’d been so long since I’d been properly fucked that I could hardly keep myself from jamming it in.

“Push forward,” I said. “You’ve got it.”

“Okay,” he said as he slid his hips forward.

Contact.

Paul made a strained face as he slowly inserted his large rod into me. He slipped and fell on top of my body. His head landed on the pillow beside me.

“Yeah,” I said. “Good move.”

“It was an accident,” he whispered. He twitched as his balls pressed against my ass.

“That’s okay,” I said. “Keep your head there and just start going. Hold my ass or my breasts or something.”

Paul’s hands rest on my chest and remained idle as he pulled himself out slowly. His grip tightened as he filled me up again.

“You can go faster, Paul,” I urged. “It feels so fucking good.”

“Thanks,” he whispered.

“Kiss my neck,” I implored. “Girls love that.”

With delicate fingers caressing my nipples, he sucked on my neck. His movement became more assured. His large cock penetrated me steadily.

“This is so fucking good,” I moaned, digging my nails into his back.

Paul drew his head away from my neck and looked me in the eyes. He grinded hard into me and pushed forward, drilling deeper and deeper. He grabbed my ass and lifted it off of the comforter.

“Fuck yes,” I moaned. “Fuck yes! You’re so good!”

Paul smirked slightly but did not stray from his hard thrusting.

“Can we try something else?” he asked.

“What do you mean?” I wondered.

“Well, you always hear about…” he whispered. “Doggy style.”

“Sure,” I said.

He withdrew his member from inside me. I felt the head graze across my pussy as it exited. I got on all fours, facing the headboard. Paul trailed on his knees behind me.

“Do you need me to guide it in again?” I asked.

“No,” he said. “I think I’ve got it.”

His dick tickled my clitoris until it slid in. Without hesitation, he pressed hard, filling me totally. His cock was incredibly big. It felt like it never ended.

Paul’s humping was not nearly as reserved at this point. He bucked into my ass, his thighs loudly clapping against me. He struggled to contain the small groans escaping his lips.

“Fuck yeah,” I said. “That feels so god. Fuck me!”

He went into overdrive, wildly slamming me. I pushed down on my palms to keep myself from bumping against the headboard.

My breasts bounced between my arms. Paul had one hand firmly on my ass. The other reached under me and squeezed my chest. I sighed loudly as he touched me.

I put my weight on my elbows and rose my ass up into the air, allowing his great dick to pierce me with new intensity.

“Oh my god, Paul,” I shrieked. “Play with me pussy. I’m going to come!”

His fingers stroked my clit and the sides of my hole as his meat drove into me. A burning urgency filled my pussy and I cried out loud as he rubbed me to climax.

“Oh, Tara,” he moaned loudly, barely audible over my orgasm. “I’m going to come, too!”

I pushed my ass up into his lap and his thighs beat into me. It felt like he was going to go through me.

His dick began to vibrate as he growled. Fingers dug into the top of my ass.

Suddenly, both of his hands seized my waist and pulled me back. He cried out as he filled the condom with another rich load. I could feel the latex sheath swelling up inside of me. His seed warmed me.

“Oh my god,” he muttered. “Tara.”

I lay with my eyes closed. His dick throbbed as the last squirts of his orgasm poured inside.

“You have nothing to worry about, Paul,” I said.

“Really?” he asked between deep breaths.

“Yeah,” I assured. “That was the best fucking I’ve ever had in my life.”

He gently slid himself out and discarded the condom in a small waste basket.

“So,” he said nervously. “What happens now?”

“The first thing,” I said as I pulled my panties back on. “The first thing is that I’m breaking up with my boyfriend.”