Friends Can Give Blowjobs?

I'm new at writing erotica. Any and all feedback is most welcome.

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It was a long drive to the beach. The plan was to pick up my friend Daphne first, then make the 80-minute drive out to Grace's place, fortunately quite close to the beach. The southern coast of Maine hardly makes for prime beach season any time of the year, but it was unusually warm at 83 degrees that July day, and the sun feels good even if the ocean is too chilly to swim in. We take what we can get.

I pulled up to Daphne's and was just about to send her an 'I'm here' text when I heard a rap on the rear window. My mirror showed her smiling face. I opened the rear hatch for her, she tossed her stuff in, then bounced into the passenger seat next to me. I say 'bounced' because that's just she did: tits jiggling in one of the smallest bikinis I've ever seen. The minimal white cloth fantastically offset her mocha skin, and she accented the outfit with a white scrunchie holding her hair up in a cute ponytail. Daphne's always cute, with piercing dark eyes, creamy skin, and a quick smile. And that day, I couldn't help but steal glances at her tits. I had never thought much about them because she didn't show them much: more of a casual dresser than strictly a conservative one, fond of loose sweatshirts in the winter and baggy tees in the summer. But her tits were fantastic, with great shape, and as I mentioned, a mesmerizing jiggle.

"Hey Marc!" She said, smiling wide, excited for the day. "Ready for some sun?" She pulled the seatbelt across her body and clicked it, the strap pressing into her cleavage. She smelled of brown sugar and vanilla, spritzed with what I decided was the best perfume ever invented. At least that's the effect it had on me combined with her appearance.

"You know it!" I replied as I pulled the shifter into drive.

I couldn't help but wonder if I had made a mistake, planning on changing into my trunks closer to the beach. I just had on a basic maroon tee and a pair of jeans. But the smooth skin of her belly, lean with soft ridges faintly outlining the edges of abdominal muscles, made me feel like I should be dressed and pre-gaming for Spring Break in Miami, not that I had ever done that. Eyes on the road, Marc, and mind on the day. Daphne is just a friend - don't be a creep.

"Your turn to DJ, right?" I asked, and she nodded and grabbed her phone. She connected with the stereo and started a modern playlist that was somehow chill but simultaneously energetic and sunny.

I asked her about work as I navigated towards the highway, and she filled me in. Just after I left the onramp and was settling into highway speed, she remarked more than a bit wistfully, "I wish Grace hadn't decided to move so far away."

"You know her, always dreaming to live that small-town, Instagram-able, hipster life," I teased. She laughed a bit, but I could tell she missed her 'besty', as they called each other. Seeing she was serious, I offered, "Hey, it's a small place. They barely have enough food trucks for a single event. She'll tire of it and move back any day now." She gave a pondering nod.

Roadside strip malls faded into neighborhoods that faded into the lush green coverage of trees on either side of the highway. That majestic green that makes me never want to leave this state. The motor droned, equal to her playlist, and the wind and sound of tires on the road became constant. We chatted about books we liked, a cocktail bar she found that she knew I'd love, and more.

I asked her about her latest hobby, ceramics, and she filled me in on the nuances of throwing clay and firing in the kiln, and the complete mystery she's found glazing to be, as it virtually never comes out how she imagines. But she loves it, she said with a laugh, and can't wait to grow in skill enough to overcome that particular enigma. I listened attentively, nodding, occasionally glancing over to show her I was following, and trying ever so hard not to glance down at the skin her rather delicious bikini put on display.

We started playing a game of questions to pass the time. 'If you could live anywhere but could never travel again...' and 'What's the worst thing you've ever cooked...' and 'What would you tell your high school self if you could...' I was partly focused on the road - few cars were out that far from the city - partly focused on our game to pass the time, and partly remembering the way her luscious breasts bounced in her tiny bikini as she climbed into my SUV and sat down.

She pulled me straight out of daydreaming with her next question: "Tell me honestly: why do you have a boner?" she asked mischievously, halfway between snark and tease. I felt instant embarrassment, feeling I had dangerously crossed a line without ever intending to, not realizing that I was indeed sporting a hard-on, visibly pronounced even through my jeans.

"Um, I..." I began, trying to figure out if she'd be pissed I was perving her in my imagination, if I had ruined a friendship, if the rest of the day was going to be uncomfortably awkward, if she'd tell Grace when I wasn't around, or worse right in front of me, what kind of answer I coul-

"I said tell me honestly," she interjected into my thoughts, looking at my flushed cheeks and surely reading that I was scrambling to come up with a believable lie.

"Honestly?" I asked. She gave a slow nod. "Honestly, I was remembering when your chest bounced a bit when you got into the car. I, um... I've never seen you in a bikini before. And... you look really nice, " I said, feeling the last part came out beyond corny.

"Nice?" she asked. "Nice, like... sexy? Wearing such a small bikini and showing so much of my tits?"

"Uh... yeah. You look sexy," I said, feeling an incredible pull between embarrassment and sexual excitement, not sure which to believe was appropriate.

"Thanks," she said. "You've never called me sexy before," she said, laughing it off, and asked me what question I had for her next.

"What's your favorite drinking game?" I asked, deferring, but still leaving the game risque if she chose to perceive it that way.

"Oh, easy," she said. "I watch SpongeBob: take a sip every time Squidward gets irritated, three sips anytime something explodes in a mushroom cloud, and take a shot anytime someone yells, 'My eyes!'"

I glanced over and asked, "You're serious?"

Laughter was in her eyes, and she looked a bit embarrassed herself this time, but she nodded. Noted: she's not pissed, but she also wasn't trying to make things sexual.

I laughed and said, "I've never played that one. We'll have to give it a try sometime."

We continued through the never ending tunnel of trees on the Maine highway. The divided highway split so that I couldn't see oncoming traffic anymore. The other lanes rejoined, then split again, this time seemingly for good.

We passed a couple more harmless questions back and forth, all embarrassment forgotten. I asked, "What's your secret skill that most people don't know about?"

"Blowjobs," she said, matter-of-factly.

"What?" I asked, glancing at her, not sure that I'd heard her right.

"Blowjobs," she repeated. "I'm really good at them, and I really like giving them." I glanced over again, and she was serious. Perhaps a little anxious, yet earnest. "Actually..." she started, then paused, "I don't get to give them enough. You know I'm not a party girl. But I kinda miss it when I haven't given a blowjob in a while, you know?"

I was speechless but had to say something. "I'm not sure I do know," I said with a nervous chuckle, feeling my erection coming back with a vengeance.

"I could..." she started tentatively, "give one to you, if that's okay." And then she quickly added, "If you'd like." She glanced down at my bulge then resumed eye contact.

"Uh... when? Next movie night or something?" I asked. I was sure this was a prank or something.

"No. Like right now." I glanced at her again, and she was intently looking at me, dead serious, then smiled as she looked back down at my obvious erection.

"If this isn't a prank," I hazarded cautiously, "I admit, I'm intrigued. But I should warn you, I don't easily cum from blowjobs."

"You don't like them?" she asked with genuine curiosity.

"I like them," I said, "like it feels good, but I can't normally finish from it. I just don't want you to be offended if I'm not able to cum."

She paused a moment, seemingly waiting for me to overtake a slow-driving minivan, as if the family inside could overhear, then asked, "Could I try?"

"I won't stop you," I answered with a playful smile.

She laughed a little, then leaned over, found my zipper, and slowly unzipped my fly. She reached in and grabbed my cock, and I gasped softly. She worked it, angling to pull my cock out of my pants, but threading my erection through first the fly of my boxers and second the fly of my jeans was proving a challenge.

Eventually, it sprung free. I was about as hard as I'd ever been, veins bulging, the head of my cock swollen, a cross between maroon and light purple with excitement. I was incredibly nervous and incredibly turned on. Still leaning over towards me, over the center console, she looked up at me, as if to check for permission. I can't imagine what my face looked like at that moment, but she went ahead.

She dipped her head, and holding my cock with one hand and supporting herself on the center console with her other elbow, she started a slow, long lick from the base of my shaft to the tip. She repeated that motion twice, then angled her tongue towards the bottom of my shaft, and then the top side. She licked with long, smooth motions, and the moisture and texture of her tongue caused my whole body to inadvertently shiver. There weren't any other cars nearby, but I was having trouble focusing on staying in my lane. I dropped my speed by 10 MPH to make it less of a challenge.

After she finished her long licks, she moved in on the head of my cock and started a series of kisses, opening her mouth wider with each kiss as her soft lips and wet tongue invited me in. I audibly gasped at this, and I felt her mouth twitch in what I presume was a smile. Holding the base of my cock with her hand, she swirled her tongue across the head of my cock at a moderate pace, flicked her tongue back, swirled again, flicked back again, and repeated. It felt incredible. I was beyond turned on, losing focus of the road, barely remembering I was in control of a moving vehicle. She looked incredible, with her cute ponytail and smooth mocha skin down her back to her buttcheeks, as her body was barely covered by her tiny white bikini that was far from conservative. I was turned on because of the feel of her lips around my cock. I was turned on because of how hot and cute and sexy and fuckable she looked. And I was extra turned on because this wasn't some stranger or a quick hookup. This was Daphne, my friend Daphne, that I'd hung out with numerous times with our friend group and occasionally alone, for brunch with mimosas and bad movie nights and board games and the book club we all enjoyed but somehow couldn't sustain. This wasn't just anybody. This was Daphne.

Daphne, I wanted to call out. And maybe did. I'm not completely sure.

I braked somewhat abruptly, and she released her lips from my cock and sat up, concerned. "Frontage road," I said. "I'm going to find out if it leads to a turnoff." She looked confused, so I added, "You weren't kidding that you're good at giving head. Good enough that I can barely focus on the road. Getting you killed in a car-wreck is hardly a good way to say 'thank you.'"

"Yeah," she said, pretending to ponder as her left hand snaked over and grabbed the erection still rising from my pants. "It would completely ruin Grace's time at the beach today. We can't have that..." she said with a preposterous amount of gravity in her voice.

I saw a small gravel road pulling off to the right and I took it. A birdhouse mailbox, and a narrow driveway snaking away into the abyss of the tree canopy. Another mailbox and driveway, this pair with a quaint cabin somewhat visible through the foliage. I drove further, looking for a suitably private place to park. Her hand gripped my cock and she squeezed with it with rapid, irregular, tender squeezes that felt better than any sex I had ever had with my last girlfriend.

The gravel road widened slightly, to allow vehicles to turn around. I pulled off to the side, shifted into park, and turned the key off halfway, her chill, melodic playlist rising out of the silenced noise of the engine and road as I suddenly remembered that music was playing.

"Ready?" she asked, looking me in the eyes with the most flirtatious, deadly tease of a look I've ever seen in my life.

I nodded, and she reached behind her back with both hands, appearing to search for the clasp of her bikini top.

"Uh, you're sure?" I asked.

Pausing the unclasp, she gave me a look of mock concern. "You look like you're going to explode, and I can't have a cum stain on my top all day. I'd have to explain to Grace where I got it from," she answered with that playful glint back in her eyes.

"So... Grace won't hear about this," I said. "Good. I was actually wondering about it."

Daphne answered, "Well, I'm not just going to bring it up... unless she seems really horny one night and I joke that the three of us get sexy together to see how she reacts... You know, just to scope it out for you." Her tone was matter-of-fact, as if explaining how we should split a brunch check. I wasn't reassured but did feel a bit curious.

She finally unclasped her top, after what felt like full minutes of suspense to me. She dropped the cups from her tits with only a hint of pageantry and waited for my eyes to take in her body. Her tits were beautiful; bigger than I would have guessed after seeing her in loose clothes so many times. They looked soft and they flexed as she breathed, and they also held their shape well, rounding out from her body. Her caramel skin looked as dewy as a lotion commercial. Her areolas were small and fairly tight, and her nipples were hard.

After waiting for the approval my face must have given her, she leaned over and attacked my erection with a new fury. After a moment, she grunted around the cock in her mouth as she tugged at my pants. I lifted myself, and she tugged at my pants and boxers, then realized she wasn't going to get very far with my jeans still buttoned and my erection still anchoring the works. She paused to work at my button, feed my dick back through the two layers of holes, and then tug my clothes down to my knees.

She went down again. I couldn't help but tilt my head back and curl my toes in ecstasy as she worked her tongue back and forth across the side of my shaft, ever so slowly thrusting me deeper and deeper into her mouth. She cupped and gently massaged my testicles, with one finger extended further to stimulate my perineum. I gasped again, louder this time, as I braced myself with my left arm on the car door's armrest and my right hand splayed across her back, feeling her smooth skin. She let out a soft moan herself, turned on by my arousal. She began pumping her head up and down, fucking me with her mouth, twisting and sucking with each pump. My body tensed then full-on clenched in pure bliss, which caused her to moan again. I was in rapture with every stroke and every brush of her tongue. Beautiful, ever-so-sexy Daphne, topless for me, pleasuring me with exquisite skill, and apparently enjoying it half as much as I was, just turned on to be giving me so much pleasure. And with that last moan of hers, I was past the point of no return.

I rapidly tapped her twice with my right hand as a warning I was going to explode. I expected her to quickly get out of the way, but she didn't: she partially backed off of my length, holding the head of my cock in her mouth, sealed her lips tightly around my girth, and massaged the underside of the head of my cock with her tongue as I ejaculated into her. My load felt unusually heavy and repeated with strength two more times, as my body only ever does when I'm beyond turned on by an incredible experience. She continued rubbing her tongue across the bottom of my head, slowing and eventually stopping as my climax wound down.

A few moments later, she sucked in as she lifted her head off my cock, so as not to drip my cum back down onto me. As she sat up, she curled her leg under her on the seat. She looked me in the eyes and gave me the biggest, most adorable smile, a white glob of cum on her lower lip, thrilled with herself and her performance and excited by my evident enjoyment. Still looking me in the eyes, she made no attempt to hide as she swallowed the cum that she had held in her mouth. That alone was priceless. I could have stayed in that moment forever, looking into her beautiful eyes as she looked back at me, my cum on her lips, topless and shameless in front of me with those beautiful tits that just begged to be cupped and caressed. She was nearly nude with just that tiny, thin, white bikini bottom on, showing a moderately sized wet patch demonstrating her own excitement.

We might have stayed there for hours, reveling in what had just happened, had we not heard a vehicle approaching from behind us. We both went rigid, feeling guilty and exposed. The crunch of gravel loudened as an old Buick four-door passed us on the driver's side. It kicked up a cloud of dust, and I was still wearing my shirt, after all, so the people inside probably didn't see or suspect anything, but my heart fluttered as if I'd just been caught doing something wrong as a kid. The car passed out of sight around a bend of trees, and Daphne and I both let out a deep exhale of nervousness.

I directed her to napkins in the glove box and pulled up my pants while she cleaned up. I started the engine to get the AC running, not having realized until this moment how hot it had gotten in the late morning sun.

To my dismay, she had re-secured her bikini top, though she was still largely naked.

"Well..." I said with a nervous exhale, "Guess we should pick up Grace?" Daphne laughed nervously as I shifted into drive and carefully pulled a U-turn across the snug gravel opening in the narrow road.

"I thought you couldn't cum from getting head," she said with mock accusation in her voice, attempting and failing at a stern look.

"Well, I've never had a blowjob like that before... that was incredible!" I said. She laughed, then beamed with obvious pride.

Silence until I turned back onto the frontage road, retracing our steps, then I ventured, "Any chance I can return the favor?"

"Mmm, maybe next time," she said, delighted but feigning indifference.

Silence again until we turned back on the highway. I nudged up the volume of her playlist as I accelerated. Back at cruising speed and making up for lost time, I confirmed in the form of a question, "And you're not going to mention this to Grace, right? Might make today real awkward..."

"No promises," she said, with a wink.