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A Friend In Need

 

By

Norm DePloom

 

She and my wife had been yapping at each other for several hours when the request came.  Becky was quite the pathetic person.  Besides having spent the last few years taking care of her sober-alcoholic dying husband, she'd been caring for a sickly teenage girl who was not related to either her husband or herself.  She had been in codependent heaven. 

 

Between disability and support payments they had managed to live in a decent apartment in a nice area.  Now that her husband had died, and the teenager had gone back to live with her family, Becky was evicted from the apartment and had moved into a hovel on the wrong side of the tracks. 

 

It was obvious when she showed up at our home that she was there to look pathetic and get a 'loan'.  I was happy to take her back to her shack just to get her out of our house.  I was elated to learn that Carmen had resisted the pathetic act, and had ignored the not-too-subtle hints from Becky about her disparate need for money.  We'd already helped her out all we could afford.  I nodded my head and made sympathetic noises as Becky continued her tale of woe on the way to her home.

 

"Maybe I should just have you drop me off downtown," Becky said with a pathetic voice, "I should be able to make some money walking the street."  I turned into Becky's driveway.

 

"Are you really desperate enough to do some stranger downtown for money?"

 

"I really don't know what else to do," Becky replied with a catch in her voice. 

 

"If your really serious," I continued as I raised the steering wheel and, after digging out a twenty, leaned back in the seat, "there's no reason to go all the way downtown."  I tossed the bill onto the dashboard and nodded towards my crotch.  Becky blushed, then looked away.  I had called her bluff.  

 

I was astonished, and pleasantly surprised when Becky's shoulders slumped and, with a resigned sigh, she turned toward me and began unfastening my belt.  Without looking at my face Becky pulled my dick out and sucked it into her mouth.  Becky knew her way around a cock.  Her tongue found every sensitive spot on my organ and lavished attention on each of them.  Holding the base with her left hand Becky massaged my balls with her right hand.  I leaned back further and spread my legs.  I enjoyed the sight of Becky's stretched lips moving up and down my shaft. 

 

Becky slipped her hand deeper between my legs and a gentle probe of my ass with her fingertip caused my cock to jerk, spewing cum onto her tongue.  Becky swallowed then, after my cock stopped jerking, pulled her mouth off, grabbed the twenty and climbed out of the car.

 

"Thanks," she said looking back at me with no expression.

 

"That's what friends are for," I replied just as she slammed the door.