Old Friends

I’m waiting outside the doctors office waiting for my friend Jill. She’s and old friend, in fact we used to date but that was 20 years ago. She was a nice girl, very pretty, but we didn’t really connect, sexually. I hadn’t had a lot of experience when we first dated so everything was great. She even asked me to fuck her ass! As time went on, I kind of felt restricted. Everything had to be a certain way.

I appreciate a girl telling me what she likes but this was micromanaging. It took the fun out of it. There were other things of course. She was a real home body, never wanted to leave the apartment. Eventually, we drifted apart. No big break up, we both just started seeing other people. We would still get together for a drink now and then.

After we split, she went out with a few guys but then nobody. She didn’t have any other family and I still liked her, so when she needed help I would try and jump in. So this situation has gone on for over twenty years. Through my marriage and divorce, about three or four times a year, I would get a call or text asking if I could help with something.

So today felt no difference. She was getting a test done and couldn’t drive afterward. I’m scrolling through my phone when I see her come out the door. I drive up and she slides in and closes the door.

“Well that was quick.”

“Yeah it was a waste of time. They couldn’t do the test today. The doctor got called away for an emergency.”

“Sorry”

“It’s not your fault.” She turns her head and looks out the window.

“Can I ask you something?“

“Sure, what’s up?”

“Are you seeing anybody right now?”

I’m stunned by the question. We just never talk about other relations.

“No, I’ve been in a bit of a dry spell. Why do you ask?”

“Well,. ..I haven’t been with anybody for 15 years.”

She is still looking out the window. Clearly she is uncomfortable.

“Is that by choice or what”

She turns and looks at me, I feel the tension, so I look out at the road as I’m driving.

“Yes and no. I got frustrated with the guys I would meet. I was wrapped up in work and found my toys could took care of..well you know. When I got to the point of wanting someone again, I guess I forgot how to go about it. Each year made it harder. So I just dealt with it until a few months ago. My doctor prescribed some anti depressants and suddenly my toys aren't’ enough.”

“Look Jill, I don’t know how you made it that long but what does this have to do with me? We’ve been down that road.”

I glance over at her and she turns to the window.

“Oh I know. I’m not asking for us to start fucking and go out to dinner. Here’s the thing. I can live with my toys. They do the job but what I really miss is the feeling of a real, hard, cock in my hands. Feeling the heat of it, throbbing in my hand. The feel of it when I drag my tongue up the shaft, licking the pre cum from the tip and finally sliding it into my mouth. The taste of it and the feel of it in the back of my throat. Sliding my mouth along the shaft and sucking balls into my mouth. Do you understand?”

I glance over and she is looking out the side window. Her hand is in her pants. I’m not sure she even knows.

“I think so”

“I lay awake at night with a dildo in my cunt and one that I’m feeding into my mouth. But it’s not the same. It doesn’t twitch. It doesn’t react to my tongue. It doesn’t cum in my mouth, releasing that hot seed. I can’t lick it off the tip.”

I slow down because I can’t take my eyes off of her. I think she’s unaware of me in the seat next to her. Her hand is buried down her pants and she is grinding against it. Eyes closed, biting her lip. She cums silently. Removes her hand and licks the fingers as if they were a cock. She licks up and slides her tongue around the top then plunges them into her mouth and sucks them. Her body shudders and I think she just came again. She removes her fingers and places her hands in her lap. She looks right at me.

“Do you understand?” There is a pleading in her voice.

“Well, what were you thinking”

She seems more confident now.

“I thought we could meet. Maybe 3, 4 times a year. Like we do now. Maybe more if we agree. You would come over and let me suck your cock. You wouldn’t do anything in return. I would use my toys for my gratification. You would just let me use your cock. If you wouldn’t mind I may ask to lick your asshole. A proclivity you may remember that I enjoyed.”

“Jill that sounds amazing but I don’t think about you in a sexual way anymore.”

She looks over at me and places her hand on my hard cock. She undoes my pants and pulls out my cock. Pre cum already on the tip. She looks up at me and licks it off. Moans, then puts my cock back and closes my pants.

“What the fuck was that! Why did you stop?”

She turns and sits up straight, looking out the front window.

“You said you didn’t think of me like that”

I grab her hand and place it back on my cock.

“I do, I fucking do. I agree. Whatever you say.”

She slides back over, undoes my pants and pulls out my cock. There is no hesitation. She buries it into the back of her throat. I’m doing my best to keep the car on the road. Her tongue is swirling around my tip, then she is sucking on the tip. I place a hand on her head and I start pumping into her mouth. She swallows and collects what seeps out. She licks her fingers clean. She sits back up, wipes her mouth and sighs. She says nothing for the rest of the ride.

When we pull up to her place she gets out then leans in.

“I’ll see you next week”

“Next week? I thought you said maybe 3-4 times a year?”

“Today was just the negotiation. Next week we start”

I pull away with my cock getting hard again.

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