Written 7/16/08
Code: MM/F
Email: writerseller-feedback@yahoo.co.uk

Ive never seen When Harry Met Sally, but Ive heard the principle  that guys can never be just friends with a girl.

Now as far as Helen and I go, youd think we blow that misconception straight out of the water. We hang out all the time and have tons of fun together. She often tells me that Im her best mate and tells me everything - like wed been friends all our lives.

But while Helen thinks of me as just a mate I think of her very differently. Ive been absolutely crazy about her since I first met her.

Let me tell you a little about Helen. Sure, shes lovely. Tall and slim, with big boobs and a round, ripe bottom and a pretty face framed by an elegant and sleek bob of brunette hair. But its not her gorgeous looks that make her so sexy. Shes just so much fun.

She always laughing. Shes crazy. Shes always cracking jokes and making up silly catchphrases and characters And she tells me everything, which is a double edged sword. While I love being so close to her, it kills me when she laughs and jokes about her sex life with her boyfriend.

Last night he tied me up and spanked me, shed giggle girlishly - and Id have to cross my legs so she wouldnt see Ive just developed the biggest hard on thinking about her beautiful body laying helpless on the bed covers

What a lucky bastard her boyfriend was Id be jealous if I wasnt mates with him as well. 

What am I saying? Even though Im mates with him, Im as jealous as hell.

Anyway. Things got a lot worse just last week.




Helen and her boyfriend were moving house, so they didnt have an Internet connection at their place. I told them they could come over and use mine whenever they needed to.

Helen took me up on that offer immediately.

Ive got this essay to write for college, she explained, so can I come over and do some research? And I mean, like, a ton of it?

I was working that day, but I tossed her my spare set of keys and told her to hang out at my place as long as she needed to.

As it happened, Helen turned up at seven the next morning  I unlocked the door wearing just a towel and she cant have failed to see the instant erection that bulged under my towel when I saw her. She was looking fantastic, as always. She was wearing a slinky Bench t-shirt that made her big boobs look amazing and hip-hugging jeans that could have been sprayed on. The hugged her round, ripe rump deliciously.

Erm Listen Just make yourself at home, I told her, holding a packet of Frosties in front of the bulge in my towel. Ive got milk in the fridge and take whatever you want to eat.

Aw, thanks, Hun, she stood up on tip toes and kissed me on the cheek. Damn that flirt! She was driving me crazy!

I hurriedly got dressed for work and crammed my throbbing erection into a pair of boxer shorts. Grabbing my car keys, I gave her a smile goodbye and reluctantly left her sitting in front of my computer with a cup of tea.

As I drove to the office, I couldnt stop thinking about her. How close her sexy body had been. The scent of her perfume. Her sexy, mischievous smile. I wished that Id been somebody different  some kind of James Bond guy  because Id have thrown her on the sofa right then and there and ravished her.

But I wasnt. I was just her mate.

My erection died down by the time I pulled into the car park. I locked my car and wandered into the office, still woozy from the sensation of her hot, soft lips on my cheek.

What are you all standing around for?

My colleagues were lounging around the conference table drinking tea  normally, by this time, theyd all be hard at work at the computers.

The Internets down, one of my colleagues explained. Considering were a web design company, that pretty much put paid to any work we could have done that day.

We gave it an hour. Then the boss came down and graciously gave us the day off. There was no point paying us to sit around the office twiddling our thumbs (and given how turned on Helen had left me, Im sure Id have nipped into the executive washroom and twiddled something else just to relieve my sexual frustration.)

Just as I was walking out the door, my mobile phone rang. I checked the number. It was B  Helens boyfriend.

Hiya, Mate, I greeted him reluctantly (Im jealous, okay?)

Youll never guess what, I couldnt see down the phone, but by the sound of his voice, B had a shit-eating grin on his face. I just got that new Playstation delivered. Since we dont get the telly until next week, I was wondering if I could pop round to your place and keep Helly company

And use my TV?

He laughed guiltily.

Listen, mate. I just got out of work early, so Im heading home anyway. How about I pick you up, get some beer and well make a day of it?

Sounds like a plan.

So having made the decision to squander my day off with alcohol and video games, I hopped into my car and picked up B from his place.

Helens going to be surprised as hell to see us, B beamed as I roared down the motorway.

And boy, he wasnt wrong

Pulling back into my street, I parked the car and led B up the steps to my flat. Yawning, I unlocked the front door and threw it open, expecting to find Helen sitting studiously in front of the computer just like Id left her a couple of hours earlier.

Except she wasnt

She was in front of the computer all right  but her crumpled jeans were on the floor and her pretty pink thong was around her ankles.

Legs spread wide, wearing nothing but her slinky bench t-shirt, Helen had one hand hard at work between her thighs. The other was squeezing one of her round breasts through the thin cotton t-shirt.

On the screen on my PC was a wide-screen, high definition video of a slinky little blond girl getting reamed from behind by a well hung, muscular black guy.

I paused in the doorway.

Oh my God! Helen span around, covering her mouth with her sticky fingers. Then she gasped again and her hands dropped to cover her neatly trimmed brown bush. Oh Christ!

I stood there like a startled rabbit  watching the object of my lust cover her shame and blush wildly.

In the background, the video kept playing. My speakers were rattling: Fuck me! Yeah! Oh, that cock feels so good, Baby!

Helen didnt know what to do. She tried to pull up her panties with one hand and shut off the porn with the other. Her mouse click was off target. She minimized the video instead of cancelling it. The screen flashed blue, but the loud fucking continued to pump out over the speakers: Oh, yes! Fuck, yes! Harder! Fuck me harder, Baby!

Helen had tugged her tangled panties up mid-thigh when B pushed past me and barreled into the room.

He caught one sight of his blushing, disheveled girlfriend And laughed.

Oh, you dirty, dirty girl

I remained in the doorway, frozen to the spot. With mounting amazement, I watched B cross the room and tower over his blushing girlfriend.

Did I not give it to you good enough this morning, Babe? With his big hands, he grabbed Helens arms and lifted her to her feet. You are a really bad girl, dyou know that?

He kissed her.

B pressed her mouth wetly against Helens and I could see her tension evaporate. Her arms dropped to her sides. Her panties slid down her thighs, leaving her naked except for the slinky Bench t-shirt.

As he roughly kissed her, B slid one hand down Helens curves and slid it between her thighs.

Fucking hell, his fingers came away glistening. Youre soaking wet.

Roughly squeezing one of Helens arms, he wheeled her round until she faced me.

God, she looked sexy. Her hair was a mess. Her cheeks were red. Her lips were parted and her aroused gasps left her big chest heaving beneath that t-shirt.

Boing! I had an instant erection. The front of my boxers suddenly felt incredibly cramped. I gripped the side of the door frame as my knees felt wobbly.

Youre a really naughty girl, Helen, B hissed. I cant believe you came around to our mates place and borrowed his computer just so you could look at porn.

Helen bit her bottom lip. Her big, dilated eyes looked up at me.

B squeezed her arm  hard. She whimpered sexily.

Now youve gone and got porn all over his computer, he growled huskily. And youve made his seat all sticky. Are you going to apologise?

Mmm-hmmm. Helen nodded. She looked at me and sexily licked her lips. Im really sorry.

B squeezed her arm again. I was worried he was going to bruise her, but Helen didnt seem to mind.

I think you can do a little better than that, my love, he growled. Why dont you really apologise.

Erm, listen I finally found my voice. Look, its fine If you want me to give you a moment to get dressed

But Helen had stopped looking embarrassed now. She smiled. It was the sexiest smile Id ever seen in my life.

Come here She ordered.

I stayed exactly where I was.

Come here. Her voice was sharp.

Nervously, I shuffled forward, through the kitchen into the den.

Closer, she ordered.

Come on, mate, B barked. Stand right here. Up close.

Suddenly, I found myself standing right in front of Helen. I looked down. Her sexy, sweaty face was inches away from me. Sniffing the air, I could smell her perfume and something else. The unmistakable, musky scent of sex.

B released her arm. His fingers had left red marks in her pale, flawless skin.

He gently slid his fingers through Helens sleek, brown hair. Then, just as suddenly, his hand balled into a fist and Helen cried out as he balled a fistful of her hair tightly around his fingers.

Now, apologize to our friend, B hissed.

He yanked Helens hair. Fat tears sprung to her eyes. Whimpering in pain and pleasure, she dropped to her knees in front of me.

My breath was ragged. Gazing down, all I could see was the top of Helens head, level with my crotch.

My throbbing erection twitched. I practically came right then, because I could suddenly feel Helens fingers trace a path up my thighs, running over the rough cotton of my trousers.

With one hand, she unbuckled my belt. With the other, she unzipped my flies.

Good girl, B hissed, still gripping her hair painfully tight. Good little girl.

My trousers crumpled around my ankles. I stood there in my shirt and boxer shorts  which were bulging out from my hard on.

Wow! Helen breathed huskily. What have you got crammed in there?

Her fingers brushed the bare skin of my hips. Her thumbs hooked into the waistband of my shorts.

Painfully slowly, she slid my boxers down and released my throbbing cock.

Boing! Up it bounced.

Oh my! Helens eyes widened. If Id known you had this hidden in there, Id have done this a long time ago!

My boxers joined my trousers on the floor.

Her hands slid up my naked thighs. Suddenly, her hot fingers caressed my balls. With her other hand, she curled her fingers around my firm shaft and started pumping gently.

I groaned. I nearly came right then and here.

Oh, you poor baby, she started planting wet kisses on my cock. Where you all snarled up inside those tight boxers?

The kisses continued. They got wetter. Sometimes, they even turned into licks.

Oh my god, I groaned, slumping back against the wall. Oh wow

Helens wet tongue lathered up and down my shaft. Her agile fingers massaged my balls. Suddenly, I felt the hot, heavenly wetness of her open mouth engulf the straining head of my dick.

Mmmm, she groaned, gazing up at me with those sexy eyes of hers. Mmmm!

Oi! B yanked Helens hair. My cock sprang from her mouth and slapped her wetly across the cheek. Its rude to talk with your mouth full.

Yes, she murmured obediently. Sorry.

As B released some slack on her hair, Helens fingers curled around my dick and her talented mouth got back to work.

She licked and slurped my shaft like it was an ice cream cone. Her mouth created suction. Her tongue lathered every inch of my throbbing cockhead. Saliva dripped down my balls.

As she sucked me, I noticed her free hand has slid between her bare thighs. As Helen gave me the most amazing blow job of my life, I heard the wet noises of her fingers as she plunged them into her wet, tingling pussy.

Oh good girl, B was murmuring. Look how fucking good you are at that

It felt crazy to have my friend watching me get blown by his sexy girlfriend. But it didnt feel nearly as crazy as having Helens talented mouth engulf me.

It was too much. I couldnt take it much longer. I was going to

Oh God, Im going to come

Suck it! B warned Helen, using her hair as a lever to pump her mouth up and down my shaft. Swallow it, you sexy little slut

My hips bucked. My balls tightened. Suddenly, I felt myself spurting into Helens mouth.

Her eyes widened, but she never missed a beat.

Her lips kept sucking. Her tongue kept slurping. Her throat bulged as she struggled to swallow my spurts of sperm.

Eventually, drained dry, I slumped back further against the counter and Helens vacuum-like mouth released my flaccid cock. Wet and lifeless, it slapped against my thigh.

Mmmm, Helen was licking her lips. I liked that

B hauled her to her feet with the fistful of hair. He roughly shoved her forward.

Before I knew what was happening, I had Helens arms around my shoulders and her wet, bruised lips pressed against mine.

Oh God Id desired her for so long. Id spent weeks imagining what it would be like to kiss her But Id never imagined it would be like this. With her lips wet and bruised from sucking my cock. With her kisses tasting salty from my sperm. 

I couldnt help myself. My hands wrapped around her tiny waist. My palms cupped her round, naked bottom.

Despite the fact that Id climaxed just seconds earlier, my cock twitched and throbbed, filling with blood again

Suddenly her mouth was yanked away from mine.

B had hold of her arms again and was pulling Helen across the room.

Listen, mate, he winked, pushing Helen down onto the sofa. I need you to do something for me. He started pulling off his t-shirt.

Unbuckling his belt and kicking off his trousers, my friend B was suddenly standing naked in my living room  a massive, throbbing cock standing to attention.

He scooped Helen up, manhandling her like she was doll. B callously slung her over the arm of my sofa, so her pretty face was buried in the cushioned and her round, ripe bottom was sticking up into the air. Helens legs dangled down, her toes inches from the hardwood floor.

B grabbed my shoulder. With the same roughness hed shown towards Helen, he forced me to my knees.

I found myself kneeling behind Helen, face to face with her big, round bottom.

B towered above me, idly stroking his big, fat cock.

Get her ready for me, would you? He barked. 

R-ready?

Grabbing the back of my head, B shoved my face roughly between her thighs.

I knew what he wanted.

My mouth opened, my tongue plunging into Helens wet, warm pussy. My hands grasped her thighs, holding her legs up and open.

Helen gasped in pleasure. 

Oh, baby

With big, wet, slathering licks, I feasted on her wet pussy. It opened like a flower. Her big clit throbbed every time I dragged my rough tongue over it.

Oh yeah, Helen was moaning into the cushions, her small hands balling into fists. Oh, Christ thats good.

I licked harder, pressing my nose between the round, firm cheeks of her bottom so I could lick her longer and harder with my tongue. She pushed back, shoving her beautiful bum hard into my face and grinding her sopping pussy on my slathering tongue.

She tasted musky and salty.

Taste that, do you? B laughed, watching me work. I filled her up this morning. Twice

My mind reeled at the thought of licking her freshly fucked pussy, but I didnt pause. Not for a second.

Oh, God! Helen groaned. Im going to come!

And she did. She exploded on my tongue, her thighs clamping around my head and her cries barely being muffled by the cushions.

I kept on licking she trembled, on the brink of another orgasm.

B towered over his girlfriend. Grabbing another fistful of her hair, he yanked her head free of the pillows and exposed Helens panting mouth.

His knees sunk into the sofa cushions. He presented his enormous erection to his girlfriend and she obediently swallowed it.

Shes got a fucking talented tongue, this one, B boasted, as he watched inch after inch of hard dick sink between Helens lips. She could suck a golf ball through a garden hose

My tongue was beginning to ache. I didnt think I could keep on licking her for much longer.

As it turned out, I didnt need to.

After just a few minutes of heavenly head, B pulled his cock from Helens mouth. His huge shaft was glistening with saliva. He slapped it wetly across her cheek, leaving a big, wet mark.

Then, straightening up, he pushed me aside and stood between her outstretched thighs.

B bent his knees. With his fist, he rubbed his dripping cock up and down the slippery lips of Helens quivering quim.

Ohhhhh, she whimpered, as inch after inch of his enormous dick sunk inside her.

B was soon up to his balls inside her. I knew because I was still sitting on the floor, gazing up at his tight backside as he slammed his hips into Helens upturned arse.

The slap of sweaty skin against skin was rhythmic. His big hands grasped Helens round bottom tightly, spreading her cheeks so he could sink inside her even deeper.

Oh baby, Helen groaned. Oh fuck me fuck me

And he did. Hard and fast and deep. Bs hips hammered into Helens backside and her creamy flesh jiggled as he pounded her.

I was already getting another erection. I was so turned on

Here. Biting her lip and gripping the cushions for leverage, Helen turned to me. Her eyes were huge. Her pupils dilated. She looked drunk on sex. 

Come here, Hun, she murmured.

I shuffled forward, until one of Helens hands stretched over and her fingers curled around my engorged dick.

While B roughly fucked her, Helen pulled me onto the sofa and crinked her neck, so her open mouth could welcome my hardness.

The touch of her tongue on my shaft was enough to get me harder than before. Her swirling tongue was heaven. I roughly shoved my hips forward, forcing her to swallow more of my shaft until her eyes bulged.

Good man, B was watching his girlfriend suck my dick a second time. Going back for seconds, eh?

It was the sexiest situation Id ever found myself in. On my knees on the sofa, the girl I was crazy about adoringly tongue-bathing my erection. Meanwhile, her boyfriend was pounding her upturned hips, hammering into her pussy like a pile-driver.

Fuck, yeah, he roared. Oh Christ, yes!

Suddenly, I felt Bs hand in the centre of my chest. He pushed me roughly back, forcing my cock out of Helens eager mouth and splattering her face with saliva.

B grabbed a fistful of Helens hair. He yanked, arching her back.

Helen groaned in pain and pleasure. Her back was a C shape, her head held high, her breasts proudly jutting forward beneath the material of her sweaty t-shirt.

Holding her short hair like reins, B fucked her roughly, fast and hard. As sweat dripped off his body, he pulled Helens hair tightly and sunk himself as deeply into her willing body as he could.

His buttocks clenched. His face scrunched up.

Buried deep inside Helens pussy, he exploded.

Eventually, Bs hand released her hair.

Exhausted, Helens head flopped back into the cushions.

She lay gasping for breath, bent over the arm of the sofa. B, on the other hand, calmly slid his flaccid cock from inside her and slapped it wetly across Helens sweaty buttocks, planting a big, red mark and a silvery trail of come across her alabaster skin.

B looked at me, grinning wolfishly.

Sloppy seconds? he demanded. He lowered one hand and I saw his fingers force Helens thighs apart. When he lifted them again, they glistened with a mixture of her wetness and his sperm.

I was hard. I was so hard, you could have used my erection as a crow bar.

Awkwardly, I clambered to my feet.

No! B snapped at me. Bending over, he roughly pulled Helen into a sitting position. You, he ordered her. Fuck him.

Helen mewed agreement.

As she straightened up, B padded across the room, his flaccid penis swinging between his thighs as he did so.

He swung the computer chair out and slumped into it, watching his girlfriend as she straightened up.

Come here, Helen murmured huskily, reaching out and taking my hand.

She pulled me closer as she adjusted her position on the sofa.

Soon, she was sitting on it, her bottom on the edge of the sofa. She spread her thighs and lay back, beckoning me forward.

I shuffled between her outstretched thighs. Peering down, I could see her pussy was glistening, Bs come oozing from her moist and inviting folds.

Come here, baby, she pulled me closer.

My erection pressed against the wetness between Helens thighs. Like quicksand, her hungry pussy swallowed me up, inch after inch 

As I sunk inside her, Helens arms grabbed my shoulders. She pulled me down, embracing me.

Her lips met mine.

Soon I was kissing her, my hardness lodged deep inside her well-fucked pussy.

She hugged me tightly. I was delicious. There was an intimacy here that thrilled and terrified me. When B had fucked her, it was rough and impersonal. Now, I almost felt like I was making love to her.

Fuck me, Helen murmured between kisses. Do it Now!

Slowly and sensuously, I ground my hips against hers. She wriggled her body in response, her hips undulating and her pubis grinding against my bony hips.

We kissed, our tongues exploring each others mouths. Her hands ran up and down my shoulders.

I peered into her eyes. She peered back.

I find myself lost in her gaze. I was crazy about her. Here was the friend I adored and lusted after for so long and now I was making love to her. And thats what it was. I wasnt fucking her. I was making sweet, slow, sensuous love to her.

Helen looked back at me. She wrapped her thighs around my legs, urging my thrusts deeper inside her.

I felt a familiar tingling in my groin. I was going to explode any second.

Helen felt it too. Gripping my shoulders harder, she ground her hips against me, urging me on, teasing me to orgasm.

I gazed dreamily into her eyes, on the brink of climax.

Come in me, Helen murmured huskily, so softly that not even B could have heard. Come inside me, she repeated. Just dont fall in love with me

I exploded.

Thrusting myself as deeply as I could inside of her, my balls tightened and I felt my second spurts of come fill her.

Helen closed her eyes. The hotness and wetness triggered a trembling and tightening of her pussy. Im not sure if she came again or not, but I felt her tightness milk my shaft.

Eventually, after the most intense orgasm of my life, we collapsed back into reality.

We were both gasping, locked wetly at the groin. Sweaty. Sticky. Disheveled. 

Oh well done B was clapping his hands. That was amazing



That was over a week ago now.

And Ive seen them since. Helen came over for a drink the other night and B and I have spent a few nights playing on his console at his new house.

But no repeat performances. Nothing  not even a mention of what happened. Its as if it was all a dream. A delicious, sexy dream.

But the worst part is having had it  and then having it all taken away from me.

I cant forget Helens words to me as I exploded inside her  Come in me Just dont fall in love with me.

Too late for that. It was too late for that before Id even had that strange, sexual adventure.

But I know I cant ever tell her how I feel. Even now, after Ive been inside her, she treats me as just a mate.

My phones ringing. Thats her calling right now.

I know how shell answer the phone.

Alright Mate?

And every time she calls me mate, it breaks my heart all over again.

The End


