Be Careful What You Wish For

"Yes," I said, but I felt hollow. Had I so completely misread the situation? Who was keeping me 'anti-social' all this time? Me?

"But you don't need to be embarrassed," she said, "At least, not around me. Larissa, I've always wanted to be your friend. And friends help each other through tough times. Be my friend, let me help!" Everything she said swirled through my mind. A friend? Friends with Wendy?

"You want to be friends with me?" I asked finally. I saw face fall a bit, she looked sad. For the first time, she seemed to realize that I wasn't being even a little bit stuck up. I didn't think I deserved her friendship.

"Of course, why do you think we live together? Aren't we already friends?" she asked. She was giving me an opportunity to get out of my self-loathing. No ambiguity or uncertainty.

"Yeah, of course we are," I said, and I smiled and even felt tears forming in my eyes.

"I am glad I saw you like this," she said and I was shocked, she must've seen it, "I mean, not because I wanted you to be embarrassed. But I think you needed me to see you vulnerable, so you'd know I wouldn't hurt you when you were." And with that she leaned over, despite my nudity, and wrapped her arms around me. My friend Wendy held me close and I felt the tears falling down my cheeks now. Even though she didn't know the real reason behind my embarrassment and shyness over the years, it felt like she was speaking directly to those insecurities anyway. And when she held me in her arms in my bizarre nudity, it felt like a complete release from the constant uncertainty I always felt in social situations. It felt, perfect.

After a long while I stopped crying and she released me from her hug. We looked at each other nervously for a second and then laughed. "Well, I don't know about you, but I feel better," Wendy said and I felt like a weight was lifted off me as well.

"Yeah, thank you so much," I said.

"I didn't do anything," she responded, though we both knew she had reached out to me in my isolation and helped me, "But if you want to thank me anyway, you can let me...look at it." She said the last few works in a conspiratorial hiss. My eyes shot open and I looked back down at my still hard cock. A thin stream of clean, sticky looking liquid was formed on the top of it.

"What!?" I said, completely shocked that she'd want to be anywhere near it.

"Oh come on!" she giggled, "Like if things weren't the other way around that you wouldn't be curious!" I honestly don't know what I'd do in the opposite situation. "I won't hurt it or anything." She looked at me intently, it was clear she was very curious. I thought for a few more seconds. I didn't really want her to look, but I didn't want to say 'no' either. We'd just sort of had a breakthrough about being open in our relationship. I didn't want to screw that up now.

"Fine," I said, "Just, be careful, it is...sensitive," I said.

"Yay! And I told you, I am going to be super careful," she promised. She quickly hopped off the bed and turned so she was facing me. As she moved I smelled her perfume waft over me. I looked at the way her calves tensed as she walked and the way her breasts bounced. It was strange, I'd seen her in the same dress before, moving and it never seemed the same. I had always known she was beautiful, sexy even, but I'd never felt this sort of carnal longing I was feeling for her now. I looked down at my throbbing cock and wondered if it was having a bigger effect than I thought.

I shook my head and looked back at Wendy. Slowly she dropped down to her knees in front of me (I couldn't help but look at her cleavage as did so) and looked. She placed her hands on my knees and then turned her gaze to my eyes. She looked so damn sexy in that position, my cock twitched despite me. She didn't notice, thankfully. Or pretended she didn't.

"Will you spread your legs apart so I can see it?" she asked innocently. My heart was in my throat at this time and I know my chest was rising and falling faster than normal, "I mean not if you are uncomfortable, I just want to see."

"Okay," I said, barely above a whisper. Slowly I spread my legs wide apart. I also pulled my arms in, so that I was sitting on the bed, propped up by my elbows, looking down at Wendy. With my legs spread she carefully moved closer to me. She stopped when she was about two feet from my cock, but completely within the spread of my legs. For awhile, she just sort of gazed at it, tilting her head to one side, then another.

"It's so...girly!" she said.

"What? It's a dick and we both know it!" I said, absolutely incredulous at the first word that she had decided to call it. She giggled and looked up at me.

"No, I mean it is totally a dick. Don't get me wrong. But take it from someone who has seen more than her fair share of dicks: yours looks different." I looked down at it. All of my experience with penises came from blurry, grainy computer images. I had no idea if she was telling the truth.

"How so?" I asked.

"Okay, well look," she said pointing to it, "First there is the color. I mean, depending on a lot of factors, all guys cocks are going to be different shades, but they all fall into a range. But yours is off the charts. It is like a soft, pinkish color almost, like the color of your lips almost." I looked where she was pointing and I supposed she was right.

"I guess," I said, but she kept talking.

"And I know you must shave or wax, but that's a big difference too, your skin is all smooth, guys (except weirdos) don't do that. And yours is symmetrical, smooth (not lumpy) and doesn't tilt to one side. I don't know when you look at it, you can't help but know it belongs to a girl," she explained. I blushed and it felt like she was complimenting me on my looks or something, even though I knew she was just trying to make me feel better.

"Thanks," I said sheepishly and she smiled, then she leaned in farther, so that she was only a few inches from my cock. I could barely breathe. The only reason I didn't pass out was that I was looking so intently at her face, just inches from my naked body. The beautiful curve of her noise, her soft pink lips. For a moment, I thought about my new cock sliding between those lips, but then her hand moved and I shook out of my daydream before I could even consider what it meant. She pointed to my package.

"May I?" she said, indicating that she wanted to touch. I gulped once, completely unsure about what to do. But I was in too deep now, and my body wanted so badly to know what her hands would feel like on my cock. I needed it completely.

"Okay," I croaked.

"So this also," she said and she out and I felt her fingers against my balls. I bit my lip to keep from moaning. It was incredible. My cock was so sensitive and Wendy's hands so soft. I looked down at her, and she was looking intently at my balls, "See you balls are in this tight little, smooth package. Most guys had sort of a wrinkly pouch yours is more feminine." She said.

"Oh," I said, almost grunting. It was like she'd been so interested she hadn't really registered what she was doing until that moment. Then she realized that she was bouncing my robin's egg sized balls on the palm of her hand and blushed a little.

"Sorry, I got a little excited," she said.

"It's okay," I said, and then I couldn't control myself, "It feels good."

"It feels good?" she asked, surprised.

"Yes," I breathed. She kept her hands on my balls, in fact, she squeezed them gently and I writhed on the bed.

"Okay," she said conspiratorially, "Since you admitted that, is it okay if I admit something to you?" She was giving me a meaningful look, taking me into her confidences.

"Yes," I said, biting my lip again. My cock was almost vibrating with excitement, the little stream of thick, clear liquid rolled out of the tip and slid down my urethra. I saw it touch Wendy's finger and I felt weak.

"It smells sexy," she said and the, for the first time ever, I saw Wendy blush. I knew she wasn't fucking with me. She looked so sincere. Wendy had sniffed my cock, and she'd liked it. I was stunned into silence, "It is the least masculine thing of all. Not like a sweaty, salty smell like a man's. It actually, kind of, smells like a pussy. But different. I don't know, it is like... something." I noticed that Wendy's skin was flushed and I could feel her palms a bit wet on my balls. Was it possible that she was as turned on right now as I was? My nipples were now as hard as my cock and wondered what Wendy's looked like behind her sundress and bra.

"I am glad...you like it..." I said, almost surprised by how seductive and naughty my voice sounded. Wendy noted it too. She didn't seem to have even realized the ratcheting up of sexual tension and intimacy in the room. But suddenly, but of us were acutely aware of it now. And judging by the way she was look at me, she was okay with it.

"Have you ever... played with it?" she asked. Even as she was speaking, I felt her hand slide up my balls and then curl lightly around the base of my cock. She didn't move it then, she just let her hand rest on my ball sack and pretended like she wasn't doing anything.

"No," I said, "Not really." Which was the truth. She nodded and bit her lip. Her hand slid up my shaft, putting pressure on the urethra. Soon, just the little pink tip of my cock stood out from between her thumb and forefinger. She stopped there, holding my cock.

"I bet that would feel nice," she said, "Do you think an orgasm would feel the same from a cock as it would from a pussy?" she asked.

"I bet it would feel...similar," I said, knowing full well, at least from my experience, they felt that way. Different and similar at once. Wendy stroked my cock down again, her fingers tickling at my balls. This time, despite my best efforts, I let out a little bit of a moan.

"Have you ever wondered what a blowjob would feel like? Since you got this?" she asked pointedly. She was raising her eyebrows. I couldn't tell for sure, but it seemed like...like she was offering. We were both sort of controlled by our bodies at that point. Or maybe by natural (or unnatural) processes beyond our control. It felt so right to be talking about this, and acting like this.

"Well," I said, "Not until you said something right now," I lied. Wendy giggled when I spoke and her voice sound musical. I looked at her tongue while she laughed and wondered what it would feel like wrapped around the tip of my cock...

"I've given a lot of blowjobs in my day," Wendy said, "I know right? I was like, the slut at my high school senior year. But I got good grades so no one said anything. And I haven't slowed down here. Yeah, I've given a lot (been told I am good too) but have no idea what one would feel like. You are pretty lucky, you might get to feel something most girls never get to feel. Someday." She said. She wasn't exactly subtle, but both of us were feeling overheated now. Her grip released on my cock and she started to run her nails up and down its length slowly and softly. She acted as though it was absent minded. It was clear what she wanted. And that she wanted me to ask for it. Any hesitation I might normally have (if normally is a word that fits in this context) was completely overwhelmed by raw desire.

"You are good at it?" I asked, and groaned as her fingers swirled around the thick, syrupy liquid dripping slowing from the opening in my cock.

"I've been told by more than one person I am the best," she said. Slowly, she moved her finger away from the tip of my cock. She looked at me in the eye and then slowly dipped the damp finger into her mouth. She pulled it out and then slowly licked her lips. My eyes wanted to roll back in my head. I'd never been so turned on. My entire body felt electric, like I was really living for the first time.

"Well, I guess since I have this amazing opportunity, I shouldn't let it go to waste," I said and smiled at her, "And if I am going to get one, I might as well get one for the best."

"What are you saying?" Wendy asked. She leaned forward now. Her face was just a few inches from my excited cock. I could feel her hot breath against it.

"Wendy, will you suck my cock?" I asked. She didn't say anything more. I watched as she rose up on her knees and then opened her mouth. Quickly and skillfully her head sank down, and I watched as inch after inch of my new cock disappeared into my roommates welcoming mouth.

"Holy God Wendy!" I groaned the instant I could feel her throat close around my cock. My eyes rolled back in my head and I instinctively grasped my comforter. My breath came out ragged and I felt lightheaded. This was completely unlike anything I'd ever felt before. Her mouth was hot and warm and while it was only wrapped around my cock, it felt like she was engulfing my entire body. Her mouth felt pillowy and velvety smooth and her tongue swirled around the tip of my cock and pressed my urethra in a way that made it hard not to squirm.

I opened my eyes again and looked down at Wendy perched between my legs. I watched as her beautiful blonde head bounced up and down on my hard cock. Her eyes were closed and I could hear her breathing deeply through her nose. I loved the way her thick lips looked as my now glistening prick slid in and out of her mouth. I could see her saliva dripping down the corners of her lips. I looked down farther and I could see that her nipples were pushing hard against the top of her sundress. She looked like a woman possessed, like she'd never been more aroused in her entire life.

She had hiked her dress up around her waist almost and I could see her pink panties. The outline of her pussy lips was clear through the fabric and the material clung wetly to them. But she wasn't touching her pussy. One hand was grasped around the base of my cock. As she plunged my hard shaft deeper into her mouth, I felt her lips press up against her hand.

And her other hand... oh my God! For a moment, I hadn't realized where it was, but suddenly I felt a gentle feeling on my balls. I bit my lip and looked to the side as best I could. I could see her other hand underneath of my cock, gently rolling my balls around on her soft fingers. For a long while, I just enjoyed these constant motions. Eventually, her hands on my balls got more insistent. Eventually, one of her fingers even strayed slightly, grazing my anus with her nail. It felt amazing.

It felt so good, in fact, that I jumped a little bit, driving my cock hard into Wendy's throat. Her eyes opened and she looked up at me. She must've thought I was signaling because she smiled deviously around my cock. Then she moved both hands so that they were on my knees. Now her hand wasn't on the base of my cock to block her lips and she slowly lowered herself down onto my cock. I watched as her arms bent and my wet shaft slid deeper and deeper into her throat. Finally, I felt her gag around my dick and saw her chin press against my scrotum and her nose press into my belly. Her whole throat closed around me and I saw her eyes watering while she continued to look at me.

Then, she slowly reversed course, sliding my cock out of her mouth. When she finally reached the tip I saw big globs of her thick, choking spit spilling out of her lips and down my shaft. She looked at me once, then closed her eyes. I heard a dirty, slurping sounded and I felt her now cooling saliva slide up my cock and back into her mouth! I groaned, it felt too amazing. Her lips were still wrapped around the throbbing tip of my dick and now her salty spit swished around the tip while I felt her tongue probe my hole, sucking out the little bit of pre-cum as I made it.

I couldn't sit still any longer. I kept my hands grasped firmly to the bedspread but my hips had a mind of their own. I started to thrust them up in time to Wendy's tongue. Wendy stopped moving, just keeping her hands on my knees. Her nail dug into my skin. I moaned loudly at the pleasure of the pain. And then, I started to move my hips faster and faster. I watched as my cock pounded in and out of Wendy's unmoving mouth. She started and me, beckoning me to continue to fuck her mouth.

Her tongue still felt hot and welcoming against my cock and the feeling of driving it into her mouth was amazing. The thick saliva from when she'd gagged was still in her cheeks and it rolled down out of the corners of her mouth as I fucked it. I wasn't even thinking now, my body was just acting. I could feel the tension building inside of me, I knew that I was about to experience something. I couldn't stop moving. I knew that I was winded but couldn't feel it. And I heard myself moaning louder and louder as I fucked Wendy's face harder and harder. Then, I heard Wendy groan loudly around my cock.

For some reason, that sound pushed me absolutely over the edge, "Holy shit!" I moaned loudly and then I felt the dam burst. I thrust my hips up twice more and then sank down onto the bed. My mind reeled and I felt an intense warming sensation emanate out of my body, starting from my cock and rocketing around to every nerve I had. I felt like the separation between myself and the world had ceased to exist and that I'd melted into the harmonious whole of the universe.

And, more than anything else, I felt a release of pressure. I felt something pour out of my body. I opened my eyes and saw big, hot strings of thick white cum spewing out of my cock. It was so thick and my little hole so small that it came out with real pressure. I could sort of feel it whisking through my urethra. It pulled so hard I actually felt a tingling at my anus, like it was pulling all of my muscles in my lower body.

More importantly, I looked up and saw where it was landing. Wendy's mouth was no, since I'd sunk down, just a few inches from my cock. I saw the thick white liquid spray against her lips, her nose, and even against her eyes. I watched it drip back down off of her and onto my legs. Wendy seemed slightly surprised by how much there was and froze for a moment and let two big loads hit her in this way. But then she seemed to realize what was happening and quickly, her mouth dropped back down on top of my dick. I could still feel the liquid pouring out of my body, but now it was depositing directly into Wendy's mouth. I watched for a moment as her cheeks bulged with the stuff.

But by then, the orgasm was starting to subside. It was by far the best I'd ever had and my first with another person. I felt so unbelievably relaxed and content that I just sort of flopped backwards onto the bed. I finally felt the last little bits of my sperm dribble into Wendy's mouth and I felt my cock pop out of her mouth and into the cool air. My cock felt insanely sensitive and I felt like I needed to stretch out. I pulled myself backwards onto my bed so that I was lying on my back on my pillows. My cock was still hard, but looked red and glistened.

Wendy was still kneeling at the foot of the bed. There was a mischievous look in her eye and her face looked more beautiful that I'd ever seen it before. She still had that classic, girl-next-door look to her, but now it was heightened by a sense of alien naughtiness. Her face was still covered in her spit and my sperm and, in fact, a little of my sperm was dripping out of the middle of her lips. Her cheeks were bulging, but as soon as she saw that I was watching she sexily swallowed some of it down. I watched her throat move as my cum worked its way down her throat and into her hungry stomach.

Wendy didn't speak, but she was looking at me like she wanted more. I looked down at my cock. The sensitivity was already waning and it had never really softened. Would it ever? Wendy seemed to see me looking and must've read my mind. Now she got up off of her knees and stood up at the foot of my bed. Her cum-soaked tongue poked out of her mouth and left a thin strip of white liquid as she wiped her tongue seductively across her lips.