The Voices in my Head 3

I slept in, coming downstairs just as my parents were leaving for work. I scrambled some eggs and made toast for my breakfast, wondering when Becky would show up. As I chased down the last bit of egg with the last bit of toast, Becky breezed in through the front door, carrying a gym bag. She got a cup of coffee for herself, cocking an eyebrow at me. I nodded and she poured a second cup for me. Becky knew my habits well, sitting quietly across the table from me while we sipped our coffee. About half way through my coffee as I was finally awake, she pulled out her phone and punched a number, handing the phone to me. Peter’s voice answered.

“Peter?” I asked, “it’s John, Becky’s here.”

“Oh, yeah,” he came back, “that girl is a little crazy, not that I mind. She told me she was going to have you do her ass.”

“And you’re okay with this?” I replied doubtfully.

“I guess so,” he said, “she has some kind of plan.”

“Okay,” I said, “I guess we’ll find out soon enough.” I said, “See you later.”

I ended the call, handing her phone back across the table. She watched my face looking for some reaction.

“Well,” she said, “you didn’t run off screaming,”

“I get the feeling it wouldn’t have made much difference.” I said, swallowing the last of my coffee.

She jumped out of her chair, grabbed my hand and pulled me along, upstairs to my room. Once inside, she kicked off her sandals and pulled off her baggy shirt and shorts. She stood there, naked while I just looked at her. Her breasts were large and firm. She had an improbably narrow waist and wide hips. She hopped onto the bed, sitting cross legged, totally at home in her skin. She held out a hand in invitation. With a sigh, I dropped my pajama pants and sat facing her while my prick rose, having a mind of it’s own.

“I’m glad to see you like what you see.” she said, nodding down at my prick, “The first thing we need to do is get you out of the friend zone.”

She hitched herself closer until our knees touched. She took my hands, placing them on her breasts and sighed, leaning slightly into my hands. My fingers started kneading her soft flesh, and brushing over her nipples. She reached for my prick, stroking it slowly.

“John,” she said softly, “I would have jumped you years ago if we hadn’t been friends. I was worried about messing that up because I didn’t, and still don’t, have many friends.”

“But . . .” I trailed off.

“Something clicked between Pete and I,” she continued, “the other night up on the hill. Before I knew it we were fucking like rabbits. I like sex, John, but I’ve been very careful. With the right clothes and makeup I can easily pass for twenty one or better. I go to the next town over and let myself get picked up in a bar. I’m picky about who I let pick me up and, so far, have been pretty lucky. None of them had any serious kinks, some were actually pretty sweet to me. I never spent the night and never went with the same guy twice. I made them use condoms, got myself checked regularly, and, as I said, I’ve been lucky.”

While she talked she slowly crawled into my lap, pushing my prick down so it slid past her pussy to nestle under her ass. Her breasts were flattened against my chest and she pulled my head down to kiss me. I was speechless.

“I’m a girl, John,” she whispered, “a girl who wants you. But if you don’t get off the dime, we’ll sit here like this until you’re late for work You have to decide.”

Speechless or not, there was a limit to my resistance. I pushed her onto her back, moving up slightly to kiss her. My prick entered her pussy without any guidance, plunging balls deep into her. She gave a happy gasp, wrapping her legs around me to hold me in and clenching her muscles around my prick. We rolled our hips together, trying to get my prick even deeper into her. She set the pace, moving faster and faster. I stopped for a second, pulling her legs up, holding them wide spread and started to pound into her to the tune of our slapping flesh and and her ascending cries of passion. Her pussy clamped down even tighter, the muscles rippling along my prick. She was squeezing her own breasts, pinching and pulling at her nipples. I could feel that familiar tightness in my balls telling me I had only seconds before I came. I slammed into her pussy as hard and fast as I could, forcing grunts out of her between her cries in rhythm with my own grunts of effort. Her own cries became a full throated scream as she arched under me simultaneously with my own release. I buried my prick in her pussy, shooting my cum deep into her. We both went limp at the same moment. I was just able to catch myself and roll to her side, jerking my prick out and causing her to spasm again. We lay there for long moments, getting our breathing under control.

“And we could have been doing this years ago?” I gasped out.

“If we had,” she gasped in reply, “Peter wouldn’t be our friend now.”

“Huh?” I managed.

“Peter has had a crush on me for years,” she said, “but if I had gone with him, or you, it would have broken up our happy gang.”

I thought about that for a while, playing the scenarios in my head. If either of us had scored with Becky, the other would have been hurt to much to be friends anymore.

“That’s why you were so careful about your nights out.” I said.

“Right the first time.” she agreed. “You might take a while, but you can think things through when you want to.”

I realized that Sandi had been the catalyst that had moved us forward. If I hadn’t chosen to fuck her that first day, I wouldn’t have given Peter and Becky the push that had them together. I was so lucky that Sandi was agreeable to our little private orgies. I had a feeling that most girls wanted exclusive, private relationships. Or was I lucky? I had asked for Sandi to be ‘adjusted’.

“Beyond the initial attraction to you, as an individual, she has been acting according to her own wishes.” said the quiet voice in my head.

We cleaned ourselves up in the bathroom, with a lot of touching, and quick hugs, and not a little laughter. Soon we were back on the bed.

“The key to anal sex is control,” said Becky, “you can’t just pound away in a girl’s ass. Doing that will hurt her, a lot, and probably injure her as well. You can rub her raw, damage her sphincter, or even rupture her bowel leading to a life threatening infection.”

“Okay, I can see that, I replied, “it sounds like anal sex should be avoided.”

“Not really,” she said, “With proper preparation and lubrication, and a guy who can control himself, anal sex can be fairly safe and for many girls, enjoyable. It goes without saying that most guys like it, the ass is usually tighter than the pussy. There are several factors to consider. Most girls who don’t like anal are afraid it might hurt. A lot of girls have had a bad first experience with it and wont try again.”

“I think I see what you mean,” I said, “if I were too rough with Sandi, she might not want to try again.”

“Exactly, she said, “You may not know it yet, but eventually you and Sandi are, most likely, going to try anal.