What are Friends For
by
Lazlong

“I know you mean well, Karen, but I just don’t think I’m ready for this yet,” I said as I watched my smiling friend.

“Mike, it’s just like falling off a horse. You have to get back on immediately, or you may never get back on,” Karen Welston told me. “I know you’re still hurting from Amanda dumping you, but the best way to get over the hurt is to get back out there and find someone to help take your mind off of it.”

“And you think Julie with the big tits is going to help me get my mind off my wife leaving me for an insurance salesman?”

Karen’s laugh rang through the house. Karen had been my best friend since… forever. I’m Mike Adams and I guess I was maybe five or six years old when I met Karen. She is the same age as me. We grew up living next door to each other.

When we both started dating in high school, I’d tell her about the boys who bragged about their conquests and she’d tell me about the girls who teased a guy then bragged about how frustrated she’d gotten him. For some reason we had never even considered dating each other.

I think Karen cried on my shoulder every time she’d break up with a boyfriend or had a bad date. She helped me get through high school English Literature and I helped her get through Algebra. Both of us went on to college at different schools, but we kept in touch and saw each other on breaks.

Karen met Jim Tate when she was a freshman and almost immediately fell in love with him. They were married during their sophomore year. They lived together, off campus. Karen finished her sophomore year, then went to work full time to help Jim get through school. They planned for Karen to go back to school as soon as Jim graduated. Instead Jim divorced her as soon as he graduated. 

I met Amanda Stewart during our junior year. We got along well from the start. I don’t think there was ever any burning passionate love between us, but we were compatible and the sex was great. We were married the week after graduation.

We had been married less than a month when I got a call from Karen, telling me that Jim had left her. We were living in the same town again, so I told Amanda what was going on and went over to see Karen. She cried on my shoulder again and I consoled her as best as I could.

I think Amanda was a little bit jealous of Karen. I never could understand why. When Karen would come over to the house to ask my opinion on something or just to visit, Amanda always seemed a little defensive. When I’d ask her about it, she’d tell me I was full of shit.

I had managed to get a good job as a junior engineer right out of college. I had gotten a promotion when I had been with the company for one year and had gotten another one just before Amanda left me.

I had no idea anything was going on, but I found out later that Amanda had been sleeping with the guy she’d left me for for almost a year. The guy had sold us a life insurance policy on me right after I had gotten my first promotion. 

“Mike, you could spend weeks just mapping those mammoth mammaries. You’d need a transit or maybe a GPS just to figure out how to get around them. If that wouldn’t get your mind off Amanda, I don’t know what would,” Karen laughed.

“Yeah, Karen, but I always thought of boobs as something I could hold in my hands, not something I’d have to haul around in a bucket.”

By now we were both cracking up. Karen tried to get a little more serious, then said, “You really do need to start dating though, Mike. It would be better than you just sitting home and moping all of the time.”

“Yeah, like you get out and date all of the time?” I asked her.

“Hey! That’s unfair, Mike. I have to wait for someone to ask me. The problem is, no one wants a twenty-four year old, divorced, college dropout with no prospects.”

“Karen, you are still as pretty as you were when you were a seventeen year old prom queen,” I told her.

“Mike, you can pay me all of the compliments you want, but the topic of conversation is your dating. Dating Julie in particular,” Karen said. “Remember, you promised me you’d let me set you up on four different dates. We’ve never broken a promise to each other and I’m not going to let you start now.”

Okay, she finally wore me down. Karen could always do that when she tried. I guess that should have told me something, but it didn’t. I’ve always been a little dense when it comes to women.

So, I went out with Julie Chrisswell. Julie is a nice girl and she does have humongous hooters. She also has raven black hair, a porcelain complexion, and blue/gray eyes. The problem is, her IQ isn’t much bigger than her bra size.

I took Julie out to dinner on a Friday evening. We went to a nice restaurant and right after we ordered, she told me, “I don’t fuck on the first date, but I’m free tomorrow night if you’d like to go out again.”

The thought of mauling those massive mountains made it tempting, but common sense won out when she started talking about how cute and how smart her cat is. She went on about her fabulous feline all through dinner, which kept me from thinking about the only pussy she had that I might even faintly be interested in.

I took her home right after dinner. She invited me in, but I told her I had to catch a plane to Japan in the morning.

Karen showed up Saturday afternoon. “So, how was your date with Julie,” she asked with a big smile.

“Karen, she is gorgeous, but she certainly isn’t my type.”

“What’s wrong with her?” Karen asked.

“For one thing, her IQ is about equal to her age. She can’t carry on a conversation about anything but her cat. Besides that, she says she doesn’t fuck on the first date and I could never force myself to have a second date with her.”

I thought I was going to have to pound Karen on the back, she was laughing so hard. When she finally got herself under control, she asked, “Was it really that bad?”

“Worse. She does have tremendous tahtahs though.”

This set Karen off laughing again. This time, when she got herself under control, she said, “Well, I really didn’t know Julie that well. I haven’t talked to her that much, so I didn’t know she was a dim bulb.”

“That’s okay, Karen. Can we just forget about those four dates though? I don’t know how I’d be able to get through three more if they’re like the last one.”

“No way! You made a promise and I’m holding you to it. I do know the woman you’re going to be taking out this Friday, and I know she’s intelligent.”

“Do I really have to do this?” Even to me, this sounded like whining.

“Yes, you do. Cindy Wilson is a very nice girl. She’s smart and she’s funny. I think you’ll like her,” Karen told me.

I’ll have to say this kind of dating wasn’t hurting my performance at work. I was really getting into a new project and the week flew by. The first part of a project is always the most interesting. That’s where you get to do all of the neat design stuff. It’s later in the project when you are ordering materials and the like that it gets boring.

I met Cindy at the restaurant. I must say, Karen was right about her being intelligent and funny. We had a very nice time during dinner. We talked about any number of things. When she put forth an opinion, it was well thought out and she could back it up with facts. When I would crack a joke, she would catch it immediately. The jokes she made were hilarious.

She was also very pretty. The problem was that although she was very pretty, I just wasn’t attracted to her physically. Before the meal was over, we both agreed we owed Karen a big debt because we knew we were going to be good friends. We also agreed, we’d probably never be anything but friends.

Karen showed up on Saturday afternoon again. “So, how did you like Cindy?” she asked.

“Cindy is a great person,” I told her. “She’s smart and funny and pretty and a great conversationalist. The problem is, I was not physically attracted to her and she wasn’t physically attracted to me.”

“Better than your last date though?”

“Infinitely. I think Cindy and I are going to end up being very good friends. I really wish the attraction was there because otherwise, she’s perfect.”

“Well, your date for next Friday is gorgeous. She’s also very smart. She’s also an engineer, so that should give you something to talk about,” Karen told me. “Her name is Beverly Green.”

“Okay, I’ll meet her. At least I found a new friend from the last date.”

After another fast paced week at work, I met Bev Green. Karen was right. I sprouted a woody as soon as I saw her. She was also very smart. We were talking like old friends within minutes. We ordered our meals and settled in.

I’m no comedian, but almost everyone who knows me tells me I could be. I love to crack wise, tell jokes, and make plays on words. The first time I made a wisecrack to Bev, she just looked at me with a puzzled expression then went on talking. I waited until another opportunity presented itself then made another wisecrack. Again she just looked puzzled. I stopped trying to be funny after that.

Not once during the meal did Bev make a joke or a wisecrack. I started to feel like I was talking to a mannequin. Needless to say, my hard cock shriveled to nothing.

When Karen showed up the next day, I lit into her. “What the hell do you think you’re doing? I thought you knew me. Bev has a stick up her ass. Every joke I tried to make bounced right off of her.”

“Well, I know Bev is a little serious, but she is beautiful and she is smart.”

“Yes, she is beautiful and she is smart. What I want in a woman is someone who is as smart as I am. I want someone who will get my jokes and give me back some of her own. The woman I end up with should be someone I’d be proud to be seen with. She should also be someone I’m attracted to physically.”

Karen came over and sat on my lap. She hadn’t done that since I was sixteen. I’d gotten a boner and she had squealed and jumped up.

She put her arms loosely around my neck and looked me directly in the eyes. “Mike, I do know you. I’ve been saving the best for last. The woman I have you fixed up with for Friday is perfect for you,” she said.

I was looking into her eyes and listening to what she was saying when I realized I had another boner. “Oh, my God, what’s she going to think of me?” I wondered.

Karen didn’t pay any attention to it, so I asked, “Who is this perfect woman?”

“She may not be perfect, but I think she’s perfect for you,” she said. “I’m not going to tell you her name because I think you might know her and I want it to be a surprise.”

“You’re not going to bring Amanda in on me, are you?” I asked. “She’s anything but perfect for me.”

Karen laughed. “No, it’s not Amanda,” she said. Then she kissed me on the end of my nose and ran out of the house.

I must have called Karen at least half a dozen times that week. Every time, I got her answering machine. I left messages for her to call me every time, but she didn’t even attempt to call back.

I didn’t really know what to do, so I went back to the same restaurant I’d been going to and got a table. I had been sitting there for about twenty minutes when I saw Karen walk in the front door. She looked around and spotted me.

She walked to my table and sat down across from me. “So, did my perfect woman stand me up?” I asked.

“No, she’s here,” Karen said.

“You mean you?” I was astonished.

“Yep.” She had just a hint of a smile.

“But, Karen, you’re my best friend, damn it.”

“Shouldn’t your wife be your best friend?” She said, her smile getting a little wider because she was teasing me.

“Yes, she should, Karen, but that should be something that develops over time.”

“Didn’t our friendship develop over time? Look, Mike. Amanda was never your best friend and Jim was never mine. I’ve had one friend in all of my life who I could really count on and that’s you. You’ve had one friend you could really count on and that’s me.”

The waiter came up to ask if we were ready to order and I told him we needed a few minutes.

“But, Karen…” I started to say as the waiter left.

“I don’t want to hear any but Karens,” she said. “We’ve always been able to talk for days at a time. I’ve told you things about me that no one else has ever known and you’ve done the same. I finally realized about a year ago that you are the only person I’ve ever felt this close to.”

“But what about… Uh… You know… Sex?”

“What about it? I have set on your lap a total of two times in the last eight years. Both times you’ve gotten a boner. When I left your place on Saturday, my panties were so wet I thought I was going to have to wring them out before I could drive home.”

“Yeah, but you know, we’ve never even really kissed.”

“That little problem can be taken care of quite easily. Your place or mine?” Her smile had become a smirk.

“Mine, it’s closer,” I said as I pulled a twenty dollar bill out of my pocket and threw it on the table.

Karen giggled when she saw the condition of my pants. I looked like the flag bearer in a parade.

We left Karen’s car at the restaurant and drove quickly home. I don’t know if Karen was a little apprehensive or what, but she didn’t say a word until we had gotten there.

As soon as we were inside the door, Karen turned to me and said, “Now, let’s see what it feels like to kiss our best friends.”

It felt wonderful, stupendous, spectacular, and any other superlative you could think of. I had been afraid that kissing Karen would be like kissing my mother or my sister. It wasn’t. It had to be the most toe curling kiss I had ever experienced.

“Wow!” I said as we pulled apart. “Where’d that come from?”

“I think that was about eighteen years of repressed desire. Do you want to try to relieve some more of it?”

“I think we should, or there might be an explosion or something.”

Karen started unbuttoning my shirt, so I returned the favor by unbuttoning her blouse. The damned thing must have had twenty buttons down the back. She waited patiently for me to undo all of them, then shrugged it to the floor. I did the same for my shirt and watched as she reached behind her and unhooked her bra. 

Karen kept the cups of her bra pressed against her breasts as she pulled the straps over her arms. She looked me in the eyes then dropped the bra. As my eyes darted downward for my first glimpse of her treasures, Karen turned and ran toward my bedroom.

We left a string of clothes and ended up standing toe to toe by the side of my bed, me in my boxers and her in her panties. We tackled each other onto the bed and our lips found each other again. The passion was still there in the kiss, but it was loving as well. We both knew what was going to happen. We were both anticipating it, but we weren’t in nearly as big of a hurry as we had been when we came in the house.

I think we both realized that we had all the time in the world. I kissed her nose then her chin. Next I kissed the base of her throat then started kissing across her collar bone and out to her shoulder.

I worked back across the upper part of her chest, kissing and nibbling. By the time I reached the upper slope of her breasts, Karen’s pelvis was raising rhythmically off of the bed. I kissed and licked the globes of her breasts and eventually found my way to one of her nipples. 

After kissing her nipple, I ran my tongue in circles around it. I’ve never seen anyone with more responsive nipples. Her nipples were large and very firm. I sucked one of them into my mouth and nursed on it like a baby. Just before I moved over to give her other nipple the same treatment, I gave it a little nip. Karen gasped and her panty covered pussy must have raised a foot off of the bed.

After I had worshipped her other nipple for a while, I started to kiss my way down toward her panties, but Karen grabbed me by the ears and said, “Enough foreplay. I want you inside me.”

I couldn’t argue with that, so I pulled her panties down and then off. I kind of regretted not getting to taste her pussy right away, but I knew there’d be time for that later. Karen sat up, grabbed my boxers, and pulled them down. I very ungracefully managed to get out of them.

Karen giggled as I moved up between her legs. I wasn’t laughing. She had to be the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen. She grabbed my cock as I leaned toward her and rubbed the head up and down between her very wet nether lips. When she thought I was lubricated enough, she positioned me at her opening.

Okay, I wasn’t even close to being a virgin. I knew about sex and I knew about vaginas. This one was the tightest I had ever been in. The walls of her vagina gripped me and caressed me like it had been made for me alone. I stopped as soon as the head of my cock was inside her and waited for her to adjust. Karen gripped the cheeks of my ass and pulled, so I started moving.

It was a few minutes before our pubic hair meshed. When I felt her clit press against my pubic bone, I stopped again. I looked into Karen’s eyes then tenderly kissed her. “That has to be the most wonderful thing I’ve ever felt,” I told her. Karen just nodded.

We started moving against each other in a rhythm as old as time. I knew I was building toward a climax and from the way Karen was spasming around me, I could tell she was too. I picked up the pace slightly, but this evidently wasn’t enough for Karen because she kicked it up another notch.

I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer and I started to tell Karen just when she started to moan. The moan grew in volume as I pounded into her. Her whole body seemed to explode as her moan became a shriek. Her pussy was gripping and releasing so fast I’ll swear she pumped the semen right our of me. My scream matched hers as I filled her with my cum.

We collapsed as our orgasms started to subside. I managed to roll us over so we were facing each other, still joined. We laid there for a few minutes, gasping for breath then I opened my eyes and saw her looking at me.

“Not bad for a couple of old friends, huh?” Karen asked.

“Not bad at all. In fact I’d say it was fantastic. Karen, as far as I’m concerned, that was the best there’s ever been.”

“I have to agree, Mike. I knew it would be though. Everything else between us has always been the greatest. Why wouldn’t sex be the greatest too?”

“So, what are we going to do about this?” I asked.

“Well, when you divorce is final I think we should wait a respectable amount of time, like maybe two or three days, and then get married.”

So, that’s what we did.
