Have You Ever Had a Perfect Jump-Off? (My Special Friend)
Courtesy of Dave Jackson
It started off as playful banter. Janice and I sat and talked for a while about how we kept missing each other. At some point in our lives we were always the odd person out in a relationship, but we still made “time” for each other—if you know what I mean. It was never anything so detrimental to our situations, but we were “special” friends.
Janice and I talked about how we felt when we first met each other, how we tried not to like each other and ultimately how that played in friendship to this day. I reminded her of the first time I let her see it…
I sat on the bed, leaning back and slowly loosened my belt, unbuckling my pants and pulling it out.
We talked about how she played with it…
She shook it and stroked it until it was awake.
I recalled how she looked at me, laughing and saying, “If you would’ve told me you were packing like this I would’ve given you some already.”
We laughed like we did when it happen.
At that time Janice was with someone, so we were really just playing around.
She stroked me gently before putting me in her mouth. She blushed at the recollection and apologized for being so forward. I, of course, didn’t mind in the slightest.
What made this conversation so odd was that it had been a long time since Janice and I had been intimate with each other. We had decided a long time ago to be friends and regardless of how much I truly loved licking her pussy and she enjoyed having it licked (because her man wasn’t doing it like me), we had made peace with our decision.
We chatted all day long, not just about our past intimacy, but also about our lives. We had lunch, talked some more. We watched a movie, talked some more until the dusk descended upon us. We returned to my place to listen to some music and talk some more.
I lit candles, shuffled through my CD collection for something that we used to rock out to back in the day. I put on some Intro, the first CD, the one that was like the premier new jack album of its day.
I sat on the floor and Janice lay across the bed. She was short, about 5’1” dark chocolate complexion and compact. Still, her ass and thighs were grown from running track.
We talked for about an hour and the CD changer had switched from new jack soul to jazz piano. Janice looked at the time and said, “I should be going.”
Easing herself off the bed, she straightened out her jeans and blouse before revealing, “I miss you, boo.”
Janice wasn’t facing me so she couldn’t see me smiling. I knew what she missed and walked up behind her, inching down towards her ear, “I miss you, too.”
I wrapped my arms around her waist and bolted my fingers together. Gently, I kissed her neck and shoulders. My hands rose up her blouse, slowly caressing her breasts.
Janice moaned with excitement.
I pulled her blouse up with my left hand and discovered she had no bra on. I licked my fingertips and rubbed them across her nipples. She moaned again. My other hand stroked her stomach and entertained myself with her belly ring before traveling down to unbuttoned her jeans.
I pulled down her zipper and spread her legs apart. I reached deep inside her panties to rub on her clit, causing Janice to moan once more. I turned her around so I could see her face. It was clear from that dreamy look in her eyes that she was open, and so was I.
I grabbed her and pulled Janice close and kissed her softly. Our tongues danced as I tightened my grip around her waist. I put both of my hands around her plump chocolate ass and lifted her off the ground. I took her petite breast into my mouth, while Janice ran her fingers through my fade. She whispered in my ear, “You know how I like it, boo.”
I looked up at her with my mouth still full and nodded.
I placed Janice back on her feet and turned her around again so that her back was to me. I gripped her loosened jeans and slowly pulled them down to her knees revealing her luscious apple bottom.
I loved Janice’s ass. I loved to watch her walk with or without clothes on. Frozen in time for a moment, I snapped out of my haze and promptly smacked her on the ass. I curled my thumb into the lowest part of Janice’s panties and pulled them out of my way. With her moist pussy exposed, I licked my fingers and stroked her from the back to the front and back again.
Janice tried to step out of her jeans and panties but I wouldn’t let her. I gently pushed her forward towards the bed and instinctually she positioned herself into the doggy style position. Janice looked over her right shoulder waiting for what was to come.
I stood directly behind Janice and she lowered her head, raising her ass in the air in anticipation. I inched in closer to her and placed my hands between her legs so that I could massage her clit some more.
Next, I dropped down to my knees and before Janice knew it my tongue was in her asshole. I rolled my face in it, pushing my tongue deeper. I placed both hands on her butt cheeks and spread them apart even further. As my work continued, Janice buried her face deeper in the mattress as her fingers grasped the sheets tightly.
I treated her asshole like a secret video game code, as I licked Up, Down, Left, Left, Right, Up, Down, Down, Right, Left, Right…
Janice writhed in ecstasy and her body began to spasm uncontrollably. She tried to resist, but could not escape my grip until I was good and ready. I leaned in, one hand holding her ass open while still licking her forbidden zone.
My tongue dipped below to taste the gap between her pussy and ass before slowly working its way back up to the top of her crack. That’s when I snuck two fingers in her pussy to double her pleasure.
It must have gotten good to her because Janice began to go back to her Jamaican roots, slow grindin’ it back on me. Reaching over her shoulder, she pulled me in closer and I willingly obliged.
Janice started moaning and breathing heavy. I caressed her clit harder until Janice reached an orgasm. Still panting heavy, she turned around to face me. Her forehead was full of sweat, and her eyes were filled with the look of revenge, victory, ecstasy, love and friendship all in one.
Now I was ready to get started.
Our eyes locked and we shared smiles as I slide her jeans and lace panties the rest of the way off. I left her in only her blouse and socks.
I wasn’t in the mood for talking—I wanted to finish her off, to put the spit shine on this open jar of sweet pussy. I wanted her to feel like I owned every square inch of her flesh when I put my mouth on her.
I rose up to kiss her and licked her nipples again. One by one, passionately and intently, before reaching down and spreading apart her pussy in search of her buried treasure. Pretty in pink, her throbbing clit stared back at me and I devoured her.
My licks are slow, then fast—all focused on one specific spot. Since I’m such a good friend, I make sure licking is not all I do as I suck on Janice’s pussy. I glide my tongue down her walls, working both sides equally.
I gaze up at Janice and catch her eyes fluctuating from open to close. She wants to watch my mouth work, but the feelings of pleasure are too much for her.
I treated her pussy like a secret video game code, as I licked Up, Down, Left, Left, Right, Up, Down, Down, Right, Left, Right…
Janice loses control of her body once more. She grabs me by the head and pulls me up so she could sit up for a better view of the exhibition show. Now, with a full audience of one, I slurped at her nectar and used my fingers to tunnel further into her.
My mission was to paint myself all over Janice’s pussy, so that even when she went back to “him,” that it was clear that all of this was mine.
I climbed on the bed knowing my limits and pulled her athletic frame on top of my face and said, “Ride it, boo.”
Without hesitation Janice planted her hands over my head, using the bed as leverage, and perched herself on my face. She grinds slowly at first, but puts a hard twist on it soon enough.
Arching her body up, so that her clit is right above my lips, Janice dropped it. She popped it. She clapped it. She rolled it. She did any and everything to make sure that when she exploded her pleasure would be drenched all over my face.
Janice and I embraced and basked in the afterglow—but not for long. As much as we would have liked to just lie there the realities of our situation would not allow it. Janice got dressed soon after.
As she laced her shoes up, she looked at me the way two mature people who defy circumstances do and said, “You’ll always be my special friend.”
Fin!
Have you ever had a “special” friend? Have you ever been the side person? If so, did you ever feel guilty about it or were you turned on by the non-committal sex? How would you feel if your partner had that one person in their life that no matter whom they’re with could always hit it? Would it make a difference if the physical stuff were strictly oral? Do you consider oral sex cheating? Have you ever engaged in the art of “tossing salad?” If so, how did you get turned on to it? What did you think of the guest blogger’s entry?
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“Have You Ever Had a Perfect Jump-Off? (My Special Friend)”