Avril's Fool, a CFNM story

Ted wanted to say something romantic to her. He wanted to say something more than "I love you," because those words didn't include a mention of their friendship. "Gosh, I really like you," he gushed.

"And I really, really like you, you drunk turd," she said, brushing her lips against his more in the way friends might kiss on the lips. She hopped off his lap and held out her hands to him, helping up from the couch. "Now go to bed and remember to stay naked for me in the morning."

"I promise," he said, holding his dick and wondering why he felt so good. Covering his nudity, he danced on tippy-toes to his bedroom, shut the door, and crawled into bed. Bed felt good. He slept, never guessing that in the room next door to his, his best friend was giving herself two more orgasms before she felt relaxed enough to sleep, too.

* * * * * *

An errant ray of sunshine across his face reminded Ted that the vampires had it right all along, sunlight does kill. He recoiled from the brightness and groaned. His tongue felt pasty while he wondered who had brought a cat into his bedroom for the purpose of shitting in his mouth. He stumbled out of bed, vaguely aware of his nakedness as he stood in front of his toilet. Using the wall in front of him for support brought back pieces of the night before. He remembered the bathroom break he had taken before getting naked.

He brushed his teeth before taking a shower, trying hard to chase away the lingering stink of Chinese food followed by rum, Coke, and tequila. He tried putting together the events of the previous night. He was clear-headed up until he went to the bathroom and from there, things became foggy. He remembered watching porn with the three girls. No, that wasn't right. They had watched YouTube videos together, really racy ones. Hidden deep inside that fog was the memory of getting naked in front of them. Crap.

He showered and was still shaving when Avril appeared at the door to his master bedroom with a cup of coffee. "How you feeling, tiger?"

"Hungover," he grunted. He wiped away the shaving cream from his upper lip so he could take a swallow of the life bringing black liquid inside the coffee cup. A dozen strokes later, he was done shaving. Avril leaned against the doorway watching the entire time.

"I like seeing a guy shaving."

"I know," he said, running a hand across his naked bits. While it felt awkward being naked in front of her, he didn't care. What did he have that she hadn't seen? He caught her looking down his front. "Did I get naked in front of your friends?"

"Maybe a little naked," she confirmed, moving out of the doorway.

"How naked is a little naked?" he asked, following her into the living room and kitchen.

"Naked enough for us to play ring toss with bracelets around your dick."

"Oh God, please say you're joking," he said, desperately racking his brain for any memory he might have of her girlfriends tossing bracelets at his hard prick. He came up blank, but knew that didn't mean anything.

"Relax," she said, refilling her coffee cup and his. "It was fun."

"Did we watch porn?"

"We watched YouTube videos," she said, which matched his memory.

"What about porn?"

"There might have been porn playing while Sally sucked you off."

Ted nearly did a spit take. "No way did you let Sally suck me off."

"Why?"

"Because I know how you feel about her. How did you say it a couple weeks ago? 'She's a skanky whore who fucks anything with a dick after three drinks.' I think that's how you put it."

"Yeah, that's her alright. But she did enjoy seeing you naked."

"And hard?"

"Really hard."

"And Cindy, too?" he asked, though he couldn't imagine being naked for two out of three of them.

"Yeah, Cindy was the one who sucked you off, too."

"Stop it," he groaned. "She has a boyfriend, so I know she wouldn't do that."

"Oh, so you're saying I did it?" Avril asked with her eyebrows raised.

"In my dreams you did," Ted replied, feeling a strange sensation of deja vu as he said those words. Had that happened? Had he dreamt about Avril sucking him off last night? He looked away, thinking about her in a sexual way felt more embarrassing than being naked in front of her.

Smiling, she ran her eyes over him and paused when she reached his middle. "Seems as if you like that idea," she purred.

Ted glanced down, saw his prick getting thicker and longer, and stepped behind his breakfast counter. "This being naked around you thing feels weird."

"It's more fun when you're hard," she said, looking disappointed that he had moved behind the counter.

He sipped his coffee, tried seeing through the fog of last night, and still came up blank. "Can you tell me anything that happened?"

"Well, I might have a picture or two," she said, picking up her phone. "But it's going to cost you to see them."

"What now?" he sighed.

"That you'll do it again next time we have them over."

"Do what again?"

"Well, tea bagging our drinks was fun."

"I did NOT do that," he groaned, sure he would remember something so outrageous. Avril passed over her phone and he groaned again. "Why did you let me do that?"

"I might have liked it," she said, swiping to the next video that showed his bare ball sac in her drink, too. She stopped it before it showed her sucking him.

"We were supposed to get you drunk."

"I know," she grinned, turning off her phone. "And trust me, I had lots of fun showing you off."

Her smile faded when he asked the awkward question, "What about Robbie?"

She sipped her coffee before revealing, "Robbie is why you didn't get laid last night."

"Probably just as well, I wouldn't have remembered it."

Avril smiled and kissed him on the lips. "Last night you promised me breakfast in the morning."

"I have no independent memory of saying that," he said, heading to his bedroom to get dressed. Maybe he had, maybe he hadn't, but it didn't matter.

They took a sick day and spent the rest of the morning and most of the afternoon together visiting the park and going window shopping downtown. Avril teased him about things that had happened the night before and Ted kept coming up blank wondering if she was telling the truth. At one point he threatened to call Sally. Instead, Avril showed him a text Sally had sent earlier that read, "When can I see Ted naked again?"

"I think it's a good thing we're not boyfriend and girlfriend," Ted said. "Girlfriends tend to get jealous when their boyfriends are naked with other women."

"Not me," Avril said, giggling. "I think I'm going to start requiring all my boyfriends to be naked all the time. I like it too much. And they'll have to get naked in front of my girlfriends. Oh, and shave everywhere, too."

"Woohoo! I'm two for two!" Ted cheered.

On the way back to his place, she spent her time texting someone. She looked serious, so Ted didn't bother her until he had parked his car. "Everything okay?" he asked.

"Look, I gotta go. It's Robbie. He came home a day early."

"That's good news, isn't it?" Ted asked, wondering why she looked dismayed.

"Yeah, it's just. . ." she started, trailing off and looking away.

"Hey, he's your boyfriend. Go give him a chance to kiss and makeup with you. Maybe he'll cry in real life, too."

"I don't want things to change between us."

"Why would they?" Ted asked, confused by her comment. "We're still best friends, aren't we?"

"Promise me that won't change."

It was an easy promise for him to make. Then, he added, "It's okay if you stay with him."

"Last night you told me he was playing me."

"I know and I still think you should be worried about that. But he came home early and that has to mean something, doesn't it?"

"I guess."

"And he's still Robbie, right?" When he saw she wasn't buying it, he listed off reasons she liked him. "He's handsome, and motivated, and going places in life. That stuff is still true, right?"

"Probably."

"Go see him. Give him a chance to cry for you in real life."

"He's not going to cry in real life."

"Ten bucks says he does," Ted insisted.

"It's not going to happen," she said, pausing for a moment longer and staring at Ted. "You really are my best friend, you know that, right?"

"Get out of here," he shrugged, grinning at her. "Go get laid. You deserve it."

Ted walked around the car opened her door. "Are we okay?" she asked, still looking pensive.

"We're golden," he said, flashing a big smile. They walked to her car and he waited until she put her car in gear before he went back into his house. It was a habit his mom had taught him: always make sure the girl's car starts before you leave her. He didn't think twice about doing it. As she drove away, he silently wished her luck.

Back inside his small home, he emptied his dishwasher and cleaned up a bit from last night before diving back into his video game. Following the storyline felt harder as his mind whirled. He had no doubt Avril and Robbie would patch things up, much to Chip's dismay. It would serve Chip right for trying to get in the middle of things. He thought about Sally and wondered if she was really as big of a whore as Avril had always said. Would it be weird if he started dating one of Avril's friends?

He lost track of time, barely noticing night had fallen until he was awash in the bluish glow of his TV. He turned on a lamp, snacked on leftovers, and went back to his game. He wondered how things would change with Avril after she patched things up with Robbie. It was unlikely they would kiss anymore, but what about getting naked in front of her and her friends? The stray thought generated a stirring inside his pants that he tried ignoring.

He tried piecing together last night. How long had they kept him naked? All night? He remembered waking up naked in an empty bed. Setting down his controller, he stroked his long, hard prick and imagined they were watching him. Had they cheered him on? Had they kissed him? He couldn't remember. And what about the short video of Sally and then Avril licking his balls? How crazy was that?

Ted pulled off his clothes and carried them to his bedroom. He switched his TV from video games to his internet browser. The browser opened to a porn site he didn't recognize and he wondered why. Had they done more than watch YouTube videos last night? He smiled, wishing he could remember more as he began working through the categories of this new site.

He got as far as starting a video when his phone chirped with a text message. He glanced at the time, seeing that it was just after eleven. That was odd. He usually didn't get text messages or phone calls this late. He swiped at his phone and saw a two word message from Avril, "You up?"

"Yes," he replied, grinning because of the double entendre his answer inferred.

"Can I come over?"

"Sure," he wrote back. "Everything okay?"

"See you soon."

Ted regretted asking if everything was okay. Of course it wasn't. If everything was okay, Avril wouldn't be texting him this late. If things were right, she should be enjoying make-up sex with her boyfriend and not texting a friend. He pulled on a pair of baggy running shorts and a t-shirt, started a pot of coffee and pulled out the big bottle of Captain Morgan's so she could go either way. He got as far as sitting down in front of his TV again when there came a soft knock on his front door. As soon as he swung open the door open, she wrapped her arms around him. "Are you ok?" he asked, holding her close to his chest.

"I'm better now," she said, letting go of him and stepping farther inside his place. She spied the bottom of Captain Morgan's on the table, spun off the cap with a single flick of her thumb, and knocked back a swig straight from the bottle.

"I have glasses," he said. He pulled out the rest of the Coke from last night and tossed a couple ice cubes into a glass for her. "Everything okay?"

"We need to talk," she said, filling the glass halfway with rum. She took a small sip, shivered from the burn, and put the glass down on his table. Taking him by the hand, she led him to his couch.

Ted scanned her face for clues. As near as he could tell, she hadn't been crying, so that was good, wasn't it? "How's Robbie?"

"I owe you ten bucks," she said with a tiny smirk. "He didn't do it right away, but he did cry."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

Avril nodded, but she looked conflicted, too. She started to say something, shook away her first choice of words and made a second attempt. "Why did you let me leave this afternoon?"

"Because you needed to see your boyfriend," he answered, confused by the question.

"But did you want me to leave?"

"Not really," he said. "I mean, I know you needed to, but I like hanging out with you." For the first time, Ted realized Avril had changed clothes before she went to see Robbie. She had been wearing jeans and a t-shirt when she left that afternoon. Now, she wore a pretty sundress and a bit of make-up. She had pulled back her hair, too, and looked, well, wholesome. He could imagine how radiant she must have looked for Robbie. "Want to tell me what happened?"

She starting with the text messages she had received that afternoon. "He caught an earlier flight back home and showed up at the office looking for me, except I wasn't there. Then he drove by my place, and I wasn't there, either."

"Oops," Ted said.

"I told him I had gone out drinking with the girls and crashed at your place."

"How did that go over?"

"Doesn't really matter," Avril shrugged. "He wanted to meet at my house, but I made made him wait. I told him we needed to talk, so we went out to dinner."

"How did that go?"

Avril rolled her eyes and sighed. "We talked, a lot. He was very apologetic about things and honest, too. I don't think I should have told him that Chip had showed me that picture, because then he wanted to know how long I knew he was cheating."

"As if that mattered."

"I know, right? I mean, he was the one cheating, not me. So what difference did it make when and how I found out?"

"I still think it's good you told him," Ted said.

"Maybe, I don't know," Avril said, wringing her hands together in her lap. She fell quiet for a moment before going on, as if she was summoning up the courage to tell the next part. "He told me he loves me."

"He said that on the phone, too," Ted pointed out.

"I know."

"Do you love him?"

"I used to think I might. I mean, we said 'I love you' to each other, but just because you say it, does that mean anything? They're just words, right?"

"Not to me."

"I know," she said, staring at her hands for a moment. "I didn't tell him about the stuff we did together, was that wrong?"

"I don't know," Ted said with a shrug. "Did we do anything really wrong? Things happened with Cindy and Sally, too, so how wrong was it?"

"You really don't remember, do you?" Avril asked with a tiny smirk.

"I think you made sure I wouldn't remember last night," he said, calling her out.

Looking very guilty, she nodded before confessing, "But you know something? I'm glad it happened."

"You're glad what happened?" Ted asked, annoyed with his spotty memory after the shots of tequila.

"You have no idea how hot you are to me."

"Stop it," he said, rolling his eyes. That felt to nice to hear, but he didn't believe it, especially coming from Avril. She had a reputation for dating gorgeous men who could work as models and she deserved that caliber of man, too. "I've got a big nose." It wasn't the first time she had called him hot, but he still didn't believe her.

"You have a great nose," she said, poking it. "It fits your face and makes you interesting looking."

"Interesting isn't handsome."

"It's better than Robbie's boring, pretty boy face."

"Finish telling me about him," Ted said, afraid they were getting too far off topic.

"You know what I liked about Robbie?" she asked. "Sometimes, he could make me laugh like you do."

"That's good."

"Except it was only sometimes."

"Okay, so now I'm funny and funny looking," he joked.

Avril ignored his self-depreciating humor. "You know what else I liked about him? Sometimes, he would open a door for me or pull out a chair at a restaurant."

"That's good, too," Ted said.

"Except you do that all the time. Remember this afternoon before I left? What did you do?" she asked. He shrugged, unsure what she meant. "You stood in the driveway until I drove away."

"So?" he asked.

"But you always do that. Always."

"Uh-huh," he allowed, sure that he had probably missed doing it a few times. No one was perfect.

"And the way you kiss! Damn, Ted, no one has ever kissed me the way you do."

"I can say the same about you," he said, refusing full credit. "But what does that have to do with Robbie?"

"Because you're the reason I broke up with him."

"Me?" he asked, more confused than ever. "But why?"

"Because I love you," she blurted out.

"And I love you," he said automatically. It was an easy, automatic response.

"No, I mean, I really love you."

"And I really love you," he replied, not catching the difference.

"Damn it," she said, looking exasperated. Avril leaned over and kissed him. It was a deep, intense kiss he wasn't expecting. He kissed her back, happy to feel her lips against his again. With Robbie back in town, he didn't think they would do this anymore. Except, if she had broken up with Robbie, maybe it was okay again?

Avril slipped her hand between his legs and began fondling him. Ted pulled away, breaking their kiss, and stared at her. "Are you sure we should do this?" he asked.

"Yes," she said, slipping her hand inside the waistband of his running shorts until she touched his smooth, shaved manhood. She leaned forward for another kiss.

For a long moment, Ted felt himself lost in the joy of her lips against his and the thrill of her caress before he pulled away again. "But you're single."

"I know," she said, standing and fishing along the side of her sundress. She found the zipper hidden beneath her arm. When she pulled down the zipper, her dress fell to her ankles and revealed her perfect breasts. Ted gaped at her nudity, stunned by how perfect she looked.

Ted struggled trying to look at her face instead of staring at her bare breasts. As shallow as it felt for him to admit, he couldn't remember a time when he hadn't admired her chest. He had studied Avril's tits, noticing when her nipples were hard, their size and shape. He had admired her shape when covered by sweaters, vests, or gently swaying inside a tight t-shirt. But none of his conjecturing could prepare him for seeing her topless, wearing only panties.

He gave up trying to be coy about looking at her chest. "They're beautiful," he said with a sense of reverence.

Avril giggled, straddled his legs, and pulled his hands to her chest. "It's okay if you touch." Ted immediately captured her nipples between fingers and thumbs, gently rocking and rolling her twin, stiff points of pleasure. She gasped and smiled. "I should have known you would be good at touching them."

She leaned in for another kiss and Ted continued exploring her breasts, noticing which kinds of touches made her moan or kiss him deeper. In the tiny space between them, she groped between his legs, rubbing his aching hard-on.

Avril broke their kiss, stood, and smiled at him. "Take off your shirt," she said, while hooking her thumbs inside the waistband of her panties. He took off his shirt as quickly as he could, unwilling to miss a moment of her shimmying out of her panties. With a sly smile, she revealed herself from head-to-toe, as naked and well-shaved as him. Bending over, she tried pulling off his shorts, but he stopped her.

"I don't think we should both be naked," he said. His skin tight running shorts were their only protection against going too far.