A Blowjob Between Friends

Over Thanksgiving break, I ran into an old friend from high school. His name is Kevin. We actually didn’t just run into each other. We went to lunch one day.

Kevin was a couple years older than me. You could say I used him. He had a drivers’ license and his own car.

He was into me and a genuine nice guy. You could say I took advantage of him. He gave me rides to and from school. He took me to see my friends. He’d drop me off and sometimes even pick me up. Sometimes he even brought me to see my guy friends, the ones that I was sleeping with. I slept a few times in Kevin’s bed when I couldn’t go home for one reason or another, but always with clothes on.

Sometimes, I gave him some cash for gas. Most of the time, I didn’t have that. He never complained until one Friday night.

To set the record straight, that Friday night he wanted to go to the party too, he wasn’t just driving me there. However, when we got the house, the police were also there, so we drove past and parked in an empty office building parking lot a few minutes away to regroup. We both texted friends, but nothing else seemed to be going on.

For some reason, I unjustly blamed him. That led to him rightfully accusing me of never paying him for gas. A few choice words were exchanged and then I asked “What if I show you my tits? Will it make us even?” Blame the two beers I drank before he picked me up and my low tolerance for that offer.

He hesitated, like the nice guy debating internally with the horny guy. I knew there was a girl he was interested in. I technically had a boyfriend. We were friends and while I was taking advantage of him, we also had a lot of great conversations and fun when we were together. We were just friends, but the horny guy won. “Serious?”

“Sure.” In addition to being a little buzzed, I was a lot horny. Plus, a quarter of the guys at our school already seen my tits. Why not him too? I found later that half of our school thought we were fucking.

I looked around to make sure we were alone, then looked at him. I pulled down the front of my tube top and pulled out my breasts from the cups of my strapless bra.

He stared at me with complete lust and grinned. I felt sexy like a Playboy model. I thought he was definitely going to jerk off while thinking about me and my tits when he got home that night.

He his hands reached out, but he paused. “Can I?”

I nodded a yes.

He cupped my breasts, squeezing and gently playing with them. His touch turning me on more and more. Maybe, I would go home, also thinking about him and touching myself.

“Blowjob?” He asked as he pinched a nipple.

“Really?” I was surprised at what he had asked, not even processing what he said.

“I’ve given you a lot of rides.” He joked, but there was some seriousness to his comment.

“Free rides forever?”

“A week or two.” He said as he leaned back in his seat.

“No one finds out?”

“Of course.” 

We made out for a few minutes. He felt me up as I rubbed his cock through the denim fabric. He undid jeans and pushed them, along with his underwear out of the way. I couldn’t believe this was really happening.

We’d been alone many times before, many of those times were late at night, but never did I think something like this would happen. I looked down and saw his cock for the first time. 

He was hard. His cock long, longer than I expected. I reached to his side of the car and took him in my hand. I stroked him, feeling his long, smooth shaft. Feeling the hardness in my hands.

I looked around for anyone else one more time, then I looked at him. He grinned, I undid my seatbelt and crossed to his side of the car.

I took his head between my lips and immediately started sucking on it. I’ll admit, that at first I was just going through the motions. My head bobbed up and down on his lap, I was just paying him for all the rides that he had given me. I was going quickly, just focusing on making him cum.

Then I looked up and saw the way he looked down at me. This wasn’t just another blowjob I was giving to some random guy, this was Kevin. I owed him more. I wanted to give him more. I pushed my hair back so he could have a better view.

I stopped just going up and down on the top third of his shaft. I start kissing his shaft, running my tongue up and down it. I licked his balls while stroking his cock with my hand. When I took him in my mouth again, I started just sucking on his tip, but soon I had his cock deep in my mouth, almost into my throat, as far as I could go back then without gagging. I worshipped his cock. 

I could taste his salty precum. I wanted more. I ran my lips up and down his shaft faster and faster. I stroked his cock tight and fast with a hand.

He came when I pulled my head back to catch my breath. The first shot of cum was all over my hand and wrist. I quickly put my mouth on his cock and the rest of his cum I caught in my mouth.

He filled my mouth with cum, then I sucked his cock until I was sure he had no more to give me, before I swallowed him.

He looked at me like he wanted to say something when I sat up. But he was speechless. I smiled. “Are we even now?”

“Yes.” 

I pictured as becoming friends with benefits. After he dropped me off, I couldn’t stop thinking about him until I used my fingers to get myself off. We did have sex a few times, however, he got serious with that girl he was interested in. He still gave me rides from time to time, but there was never anything sexual between us. 

I’ll admit, during that lunch I wondered what it would’ve been like if we had sex more than a few times. I even imagined us going someplace private after lunch to finally finish what we had started. There was still a sexual tension there. But he’s married now and there was nothing more than a friendly hug in the parking lot when the meal was done.