Alexis walked into Ben’s house like she usually did. No knocking, no announcement, just flung the door open and waltzed in with bags of take out food. “Hey. So just to clarify, you said we were just friends, right?” she asked, walking by him on her way to the kitchen.
“You just jumped right into that, didn’t ya? I did say we should just be friends. And I didn’t expect you to bring all this stuff.” Ben got up from his usual chair, and followed her into the kitchen.
“It’s what friends do though,” Alexis said, unpacking the plastic containers. “Eat snacks and watch a movie. See? Despite what your texts implied earlier today, I can be normal,” she said, shoving a chef salad at Ben. “We don’t have to do anything sexual with each other. We can just be buddies.”
“Thanks for the salad,” Ben said, taking the offering. “And you’ll never be normal, by the way. I just think we need to dial it back a little. We’re just too comfortable.”
“Oh no, I get it. You probably have a couple hot prospects in the pipeline.” Alexis took out a mozzarella stick and dipped it in the marinara. “No feelings caught, and no feelings hurt. We were friends with benefits. And now there are no benefits.”
“That is correct. And maybe I have a couple things in the works, but I’m not going into details. I’m glad you can appreciate that.”
Alexis licked the marinara off the mozzarella stick. “Aww. But that’s what friends do. They dish the dirt of who is fucking who. And how much. And when. And if they’re any good.”
Ben looked down at his chef salad and tried to ignore Alexis slowly running the mozzarella stick in and out of her mouth. “I don’t want to jinx anything. But I value our friendship, and I’ll let you know what I think you need to know.”
“The suspense is just too much to take,” Alexis said brushing past him with her paper plate of chicken fingers. She even used paper plates at his house because there was literally no trace of her in his life. “I get it. There’s no risk with me. We’ll never amount to anything. So why bother? You need new blood. Totally cool.”
“You make me sound like an asshole,” Ben said as he took his spot back in his chair, scrolling through the movie options.
“Of course you’re an asshole. That was never up for debate. But we need boundaries. I don’t own you. You don’t own me. That’s that.” Alexis took her usual spot on the couch, only she knew Ben was not going to join her like he usually did. He was in his dumb chair, with his dumb phone, and scrolling through the movies where he’d pick one he preffered over what she suggested.
The usual plan was he’d sit on one end of the couch and she’d sit on the other.
They’d eat.
Her feet would find his way into his lap.
He’d begin to rub them.
About half way through a movie, she’d rub them across his crotch so he got a raging hard on.
Then she’d slide up next to him, kiss his neck, and run her hand over his crotch until he begged her to suck him off.
She’d stroke and tease to almost the end of the movie; until he was squirming and whimpering. Alexis knew he was ready when his eyes glazed over and he wasn’t even watching the movie.
He’d grab desperate handfuls of her hair as she rubbed him through his shorts. He’d look at her smiling face with pleading, begging eyes. Desperation was such a turn on to her. Alexis would even giggle at the little, pathetic sounds he’d make. That sweet but evil giggle turned Ben on, although he wouldn’t admit it.
But she wouldn’t indulge him just yet. She’d make him pull his pants down so she had full access to him. She’d squeeze his balls tightly, or gently let her fingers dance along the shaft of his cock. It wasn’t long until he was writhing and humping her hand begging for release. Ben’s eyes would be filled with tears before she would slide down between his legs and rub her check along the inside of his thigh.
He’d try to grab her head and guide it to his cock. This would result in a hard squeeze to his balls until he’d cry out and apologize.
Ben’s pleasure was Alexis’s decision.
Finally, when he quietly moaned, “Please,” over and over, she knew he was really ready. She’d sit up, and put her hair back in a tight ponytail.
This was his way of knowing she was about to suck him off. She’d lock eyes with him as the hair elastic wrapped around her hair, letting her tits rest on his begging, dripping cock. He’d sigh in anticipation. And if she had him worked up enough, his cock would twitch against her breasts.
Then she’d lick the shaft until he was solidly dripping pre-cum, and then slide his entire dick in her mouth, letting her tongue dance around the head. To finish him, she’d tighten her lips as they slid up and down the length until he filled her mouth with his warm load.
But now they were just friends.
Only friends, right?
“Geez it’s hot in here. Why don’t you have the air on?” Alexis asked.
“It’s not that hot,” Ben said, looking at Alexis as she got off the couch.
“Well I’m burning up.” And she began to take her jeans off. “We’re just friends though. So this should be okay.”
“Yeah. Whatever, it’s fine.” Ben tried to avoid looking at Alexis’s long legs. They were so strong, and her thighs were so muscular. He had many fun times locked between them with his face smothered in her pussy. He especially tried to not look at the underwear her sweater barely covered. They were his favorite – cotton with lace around the edges that framed her thick, smooth ass.
He scrolled through the movie lists, and chose one before remembering there was a sex scene right in the beginning. He couldn’t change it now though.
“Oh, that’s a good one. I know you like it because they fuck in the first couple minutes. You’re never one to really wait for the payoff,” Alexis said, taking another bite of chicken fingers.
Ben hated that she knew him better than he cared to admit. “No, that’s not why, but the actress in it is hot.”
Alexis finished her chicken fingers and laid back on the couch, stretching like a tired cat. She saw Ben glance at her bare feet, pointing and flexing, as her leg muscles tightened and lengthened. Her back arched and relaxed; arms above her head, twisting side to side.
The sex scene of the movie was coming up. It was pretty tame as sex scenes go, but she was going to make this as difficult at possible for her “friend”.
She sat up and took her sweater off and sat there in just her tank top and panties.
Ben looked at her flustered and confused.
“I told you. It’s hot in here,” Alexis smiled, “And we’re just friends anyway. So we’re good, right?”
The main character and his love interest began to make out on the screen.
Alexis ran her hand down her stomach and slid it into her underwear. There was no announcement that she was touching herself, but her hips tilted slightly as she parted her pussy lips to stroke her clit.
Ben was having a difficult enough time not looking at Alexis, but the rhythmic movement he saw out of the corner of his eye wasn’t stopping. He made the mistake of glancing over, and quickly looked back at the movie. “Was she touching herself?” he thought. She really was, and his heart began to beat faster. His body had almost an involuntary response to Alexis, and his dick began to swell despite his mind telling him no.
The people fucking on screen wasn’t helping the situation.
Alexis continued to rub her clit, knowing Ben knew what she was doing. A small moan escaped her lips, and Ben glanced over, but quickly looked back at the movie.
Just rubbing her pussy wasn’t enough, so she pulled down her tank top and rubbed her nipples through her bra. It made her back arch against the couch, and her breathing quickened.
Ben still only watched out of the corner of his eye, and started to touch himself through his shorts. He knew it wasn’t a good thing, but his cock and body craved what she was able to do to him.
Alexis watched him struggle between wanting her, and trying to deny her. She stared at him until he finally looked at her.
They locked eyes, and she pulled her bra down so her breasts were fully exposed.
Ben’s eyes began to get the glazed over look Alexis loved to provoke. She was going to push every button, and maybe even find some new ones. Her eyes closed, and her hand slid further into her underwear so she could slip her fingers inside herself. The wetness was beginning to drip, and two fingers easily pushed into her pussy. The feeling of being filled up made her feel light headed and she gasped.
The heel of her hand pressed into her clit as she fingered herself, and she pinched her nipples with her free hand. It wasn’t until she heard the leather of Ben’s chair creak that she opened her eyes to see him standing next to the couch. He loomed over her while she pleasured herself, and the bulge in his shorts was more than obvious. He pulled them down to expose how hard he was.
Alexis loved Ben’s cock, but he wasn’t getting anything out of her this time. He began stroking himself when Alexis didn’t immediately give him a sign of wanting him. Alexis was having a fine enough time by herself, and he could watch all he wanted.
“We’re just friends.” Alexis said, gasping as the feeling of her building orgasm swelled through her thighs.
Ben dropped to his knees next to her and kept touching his rock hard cock.
She was torturing him with her denial. He had to touch her. He had to feel her. He reached out, but just as his fingertips grazed her breasts, Alexis put her hand on Ben’s chest and pushed him away. “Just friends,” she whispered between breathless gasps of lust.
The frustration in his eyes made the wave of pleasure move faster up through her stomach and she moved her fingers faster. She was so wet now you could hear them slide in and out of her pussy.
Ben’s brow furrowed and his eyes begged, but all he could do was rub his aching cock. Alexis didn’t need him at all to get off, and he helplessly watched her fingers fuck her pussy and pinch her hard nipples.
Alexis’s orgasm was going to be more intense than any she had in a long time, and she wanted Ben to witness it in all her glory. She sat up on the couch, knees spread, so he had a full view of her body; so close, but not attainable. Pulling her now soaked panties to the side she resumed rubbing her clit and pinching her nipples. Her hips rocked back and forth as the waves continued to grow within her pussy and radiate out through her legs and stomach.
Her tits were right at Ben’s eye level, and he clearly could see her rubbing her pussy. But all he could do was be on his knees next to the couch, stroking faster and faster, mirroring her rhythm. His longing made her let out her small mean giggle, and she watched a shudder of pleasure run over him.
Ben reached for her again and Alexis swatted his hand away. “Just friends…just…friends,” Alexis moaned as the orgasm crested through her whole body.
Ben watched Alexis’s body react as she came. He watched her thighs shake, stomach muscles tense, and her breasts rise and fall as her breathing quickened. Her head tilted back, exposing her long neck, and she put her hand on the back of the couch to brace herself as her hand worked her clit in the final moments of her climax. The last echos left her shaking, and she collapsed back onto the couch.
Ben was still stroking himself and wasn’t sure if he could stop himself from cumming even if he tried.
Alexis couldn’t resist and reached out to slide her sopping wet fingers into Ben’s mouth. “Taste me,” she whispered, followed by her mean giggle.
The moment he felt the tips of her fingers against his tongue, and heard that laugh, he couldn’t control himself. String after string of sticky cum shot from his cock. He doubled over at the sudden intensity, and eagerly sucked on Alexis’s fingers. It wasn’t even a satisfying orgasm. It was almost as if his body was acting solely on reflex from Alexis finally touching him.
Alexis pushed past Ben to get off the couch and retrieve her jeans.
“But it’s not fair,” Ben said, still on his knees by his puddle of cum.
“No. It’s really not. But you decided what our relationship should be, so that’s where we are,” Alexis began putting her pants on. “I mean, we’re cool like that.”
“But aren’t you going to stick around and help me out here?” He motioned to his still semi hard dick. “I need to try to cum again because that wasn’t even really satisfying.”
“I know. And that’s a shame. But we’re friends. You picked a sexy movie. So you really should have picked an animated classic or something. Not my fault.” Alexis tucked her breasts back in her bra and pulled up her tank top. “I think it’s important we respect boundaries. Don’t you?”
“But…” Ben stood up and brushed his knees off, but had nothing to say. This had been his idea. A very poorly thought out idea. “Aren’t you at least going to stay for the rest of the movie?”
“Nah. I’m going to go.” Alexis put her sweater on. “I think I can still get some errands in. I’m going to leave my chicken fingers so you have a snack for later.”
“Thanks?” Ben stood between her and the door. “But are you sure you have to go?”
“I really should. But I am so glad this ‘friend’ thing is going to work out for us. I mean…who knew?” Alexis gave Ben a big hug and threw him off balance so he moved out of her way. Alexis pointed at the floor by the couch as she walked out the door, “You probably want to clean up that mess before it sets.”
Ben quickly pulled up his shorts since the door was wide open as she walked out.
He stood there watching her walk down his driveway.
“Adios, Amigo!” Alexis said as she got in her car. She rolled down the window, “That means ‘goodbye, friend’ in Spanish.”
The text popped up as she drove home, but she didn’t bother reading it until she was in her driveway. “I was wrong.”
Alexis smiled and typed, “Aww. You’re my best buddy.”
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