The Friend

Chapter One

Joel watched Betsy slam back her third shot of tequila in less than thirty minutes. Squeezing her eyes hut, she quickly sucked on the lemon in her left hand. Joel smiled at the expression on her face. When she looked up again, she gave him a sloppy grin. He loved the little dimples on her cheeks when she smiled. Joel lowered his gaze to her blouse. Betsy's breasts threatened to explode out of her shirt. He could see her lacy bra through the opening between the buttons.

"What should we do?" She asked. Her words weren't slurring yet, but her glazed eyes showed that the drinks were having an effect on her. Her cheeks glowed from the alcohol working its way into her system, causing her light brown hair to appear almost blonde. Betsy favored chin-length hair that framed her face. Joel didn't always like the way it looked on women, but Betsy was one of the few who pulled it off.

"I dunno. What are you in the mood for?" Joel knew exactly what he was in the mood for, but didn't think that was likely to happen.

"You're my host. Aren't you supposed to be showing me a good time?" Betsy pouted slightly as she looked across the table at Joel. He sat on the couch while she sat on the floor of his living room.

"I have some movies we could watch or I could take you out to a bar."

"I don't want to go to a bar. I haven't seen you in years and we would never be able to talk to each other. I hate trying to carry on conversations in a bar."

Joel certainly wanted to have Betsy alone, though he wasn't expecting much from her. They had dated for an extended period of time in college. Betsy had been one year above Joel. When she had graduated from college, they had broken up and lost touch with one another. Then, about a month ago, he had received an email from her saying she wanted to catch up. After several emails and phonecalls, they planned for her to visit.

"Okay. Movie it is, then. Are you in the mood for anything particular?" He picked up the shot in front of him and prepared to tip it back.

"How 'bout some porn?"

Joel almost choked on the tequila. "What!"

"C'mon. I know you have to have some hidden somewhere. You're a guy. All guys have porn." Betsy smirked at him as his face began to blush.

"Well, I don't think your husband would like it too much if he knew you were watching porn with your ex-boyfriend." Joel replied.

"Hey! I told you that we aren't supposed to talk about him tonight. I came here to see you and catch up on the past few years. I don't want to worry about what my husband would think. He probably wouldn't be happy with me talking to you, much less anything else."

"You're right. I'm sorry. But, you're out of luck anyway. All my porn is on the computer and that's in the bedroom. We will just have to pick something a little less, um, exciting." This time when Joel looked down at her chest, he saw that her nipples were poking through her shirt. Joel quickly took the shot to chase away the image.

She smiled at him and the awkward moment passed. When she had told him she was married, he had been very disappointed. Betsy had been some of the best sex of his life. When he had gotten her email, he was excited about the chance to get between her legs again. Those hopes had been quickly shattered, but he was still trying to enjoy the time he had to spend with her.

"Fine. Be a party-pooper. Where are your movies?" She asked, sounding genuinely upset.

"They are in the cabinet behind you." Joel pointed to the entertainment center on the wall across the room from the couch.

He was about to get up to help her when she turned around and began crawling on all fours across the room. Joel froze in his seat, feeling the rush of blood from his head to his groin. Betsy's jeans clung to her ass as though they were painted on. He couldn't stop staring at her firm ass or the black thong that peeked out the top of her jeans. Her shirt stopped three-quarters of the way down her back, revealing quite a bit of skin. A tiny tattoo was visible above the edge of her thong, etched into the skin just above her tailbone, which happened to be his favorite spot on a woman's body. Joel's pants suddenly felt a few sizes too small.

She remained on all fours with her ass in the air as she looked for a movie. She swayed her ass back and forth slowly. Joel wondered if she could feel his stare on her. He adjusted his pants to relieve some of the pressure. Suddenly, she looked over her shoulder at him with a seductive grin.

"What are you looking at?" She asked innocently.

"I was just admiring your tattoo." He lied. "I had almost forgotten about."

"You better not have forgotten about it. You were the one that convinced me that it would be sexy."

"And I was right. It looks great on you." He smiled back at her. She returned his grin before turning back to the movies. She remained in the same position. Joel couldn't help but rub himself through his jeans briefly.

Betsy pulled a movie from the shelf and put it in the VCR. She stood and staggered a little, almost losing her balance.

"Careful now." Joel said. "What movie did you pick out?"

"You'll just have to wait and see."

"Alright then. Get your sexy ass over here and get comfortable." Joel patted the seat next to him. Betsy skipped the short distance to the couch, her breasts bouncing beneath her shirt. Joel licked his lips as he watched them jiggle. They weren't huge, but they seemed much larger on her petite frame. Between her breasts and her ass, she had great curves in all Joel's favorite places.

"How 'bout another shot before we start the movie?" Betsy said, sitting down next to Joel on the couch.

"You sure you can handle it?" Joel wasn't sure she needed anymore alcohol.

"Are you kidding? I used to drink you under the table every Friday night when we dated. Pour the shots and see if you can keep up."

Joel didn't argue further. He filled the two shot glasses with tequila and set one in front of Betsy. He then licked the back of his hand and reached for the salt shaker. Betsy reached over and placed a hand on his. She pushed it away from the shaker and picked it up.

"I have a better idea." Betsy reached over and put her hand around the back of Joel's neck. She swiftly pulled him towards her. Just as he thought she was going to kiss him, she bent forward and licked him. Her soft tongue lightly trailed across his neck.

Laughing at his shocked expression, she poured some salt onto the wet spot. She licked him again and then gulped down her shot. She started laughing at him as she took a lemon in between her teeth. Joel stared at her, unable to believe what she had just done.

"Don't give me that silly look." Betsy said, finishing her lemon. "It's your turn."

She unbuttoned the top button of her shirt, looking expectantly at Joel. Looking at her inviting cleavage, Joel slid closer and grabbed the back of her neck. He pulled her gently towards him and leaned forward, breathing in her sweet perfume. He ran his tongue up the side of her neck. Leaning back again, he looked up into Betsy's beautiful blue eyes. She handed him the salt shaker and he poured some onto the spot. This time, he licked her with more pressure and she moaned, sending vibrations into his mouth. Joel grabbed the shot and drank it quickly. The burning sensation spread through his chest. He happily accepted the lemon offered by Betsy.

They looked at each other briefly. Betsy's face broke into a grin and Joel laughed out loud.

"Wasn't that fun?" She asked

"That was, uh, different. But yes, very fun. Good idea."

"Good. Let's watch the movie."

As Joel turned on the television, Betsy lay down on her side beside Joel on the couch. Her head lay on his lap mere inches away from his swiftly hardening cock. Her hand rested high on his thigh, near his knee.

"Is this okay with you?" She asked.

"I'm comfortable if you are." Joel rested his hand on her back, just above her tattoo, still on cloth. He felt her hand gently squeeze his thigh.

Joel reached for the remote and turned the television on. He pressed play and the movie began playing. Betsy had chosen a rather cheesy film, but one with lots of softcore sex scenes. About as close to porn as you could get without the fluids, Joel thought. Joel settled in and tried to pay attention to the movie. He tried not to think about the sexy woman with her head in his lap or his cock, which was now rock hard.

It wasn't long before the movie's first sex scene came on the screen. The lead character had taken a young woman back to his apartment after going to a bar for a few drinks. Without a word, the man pushed the woman against the wall. She was a redhead with a stunning body, which almost made up for her complete lack of acting ability. The man was the usual, average-looking nobody who got parts in these movies.

The man roughly massaged the woman's breasts through her button-down blouse. They kissed passionately for several moments before he stopped. He reached up and ripped open her shirt, sending buttons flying everywhere. Both the woman on screen and Betsy gasped. Joel took the opportunity to slide his hand down her back until he reached skin. He paused there.

On screen, the man had bunched up the woman's skirt around her waist and was massaging her mound through her panties. The woman moaned as the man licked her breasts. He took her nipple into his mouth and bit it gently with his teeth. The woman moaned again, pressing his head into her breasts. He kissed her again. He quickly lifted her off her feet and wrapped her legs around his waist. He turned her towards the camera, providing an excellent view of her thong panties. The man's hands gripped her ass and squeezed her cheeks. Meanwhile, Joel began lightly caressing Betsy's back, tracing the top of her thong with his fingertips. She began lightly rubbing his thigh with her hand.

When the man on screen made it to his couch, he set the woman down on her feet again. The woman reached down for the man's belt buckle and quickly unfastened his pants. She slid them to the floor along with his boxers. The man spun her around and pushed her onto the couch facing away from him. She went down onto her knees and raised her ass into the air. At this point, the camera maneuvered around the man to prevent any fun parts from showing.

Joel slid his hand around to Betsy's stomach and caressed her belly button. Her hand moved up his leg and her breathing grew heavier. Joel focused his gaze on the screen but his hand continued roaming. When he brushed the bottom of her bra, he paused again.

In the movie, the man reached down between the woman's legs and ripped off her panties. He positioned himself behind her and slid into her. Both the man and woman moaned at the penetration. The man began to pound into the woman, causing her to cry out in pleasure. The man reached down and grabbed the woman's hair in his hands. He yanked her head back, bending forward to bit her earlobes.

Joel was somewhat frustrated that this wasn't a real porn movie. However, the actions made it clear what was happening and Joel certainly didn't need to be more turned on.

"God, that's amazing!" Betsy whispered.

"What is?" Joel asked.

"I would love to be fucked like that." She said, her voice taking a hard edge. Joel was surprised. She usually didn't curse very much.

"But you're married. I would have thought you got fucked like that all the time." Joel was confused.

"No. My husband doesn't fuck me." Betsy said, angrily.

"What are you talking about? How could he resist having sex with someone as hot as you?"

"That's not what I mean. We have sex, but it has gotten so boring since we got married. He only 'makes love' to me." She said, sarcastically. "He never takes control of me and he never just fucks me. You know, sometimes women just need to be fucked hard."

"Wow. That really sucks. I didn't know things were that bad for you."

"I just don't get it. He was great in bed before we got married."

"What? Even better than me?" Joel joked, looking down into her eyes.

"Hmmm." Betsy responded.

Joel knew it was stupid, but he decided to be bold. He slid his hand up Betsy's side until he felt the underwire of her bra. He slid his hand further up and cupped Betsy's breast with his right hand and gently massaged. He felt her nipple harden beneath his palm and she moaned deeply.

"You mean, he doesn't pinch your nipples?" Joel took her nipples between his fingers.

"No." She whispered. Joel pinched her hard nipple, causing her to moan.

"He never pushes you to your knees to make you go down on him?"

"Never." Joel felt Betsy's hand moving up his thigh towards his zipper. He alternated between massaging her breast and pinching the nipple.

"When he is going down on you, does he finger your asshole like I used to?" Joel moved his hand down to Betsy's ass, sliding his finger between her cheeks.

"No." She whimpered as his fingers brushed over her ass and pussy through her jeans.

"Has he fucked you in the ass or are you still an anal virgin?" Joel asked. When they had dated in college, Betsy had lost her virginity to Joel. He had also been the one to introduce her to oral sex. After that, she had wanted to try just about anything. Except anal sex. She would let him finger her ass, but she never let him slide his cock into her. Joel had always been frustrated by this missed opportunity.

"I have never been fucked in the ass. I have asked him to do it, but he thinks its gross. He won't go near my ass and he hardly ever eats me out because of it." Joel could feel her swollen lips through her tight jeans. He squeezed them as her hand continued moving up his leg. Then, just as her hand was about to reach his cock, she sat up and moved away from him.

"We can't do this. I'm really sorry, but I just can't." She looked as though she were about to cry. Joel realized he had made a huge mistake.

"Don't be sorry. I'm an asshole. I shouldn't have made a move on you." Joel said. He took a deep breath to calm himself.

"No, it's not your fault. Here I am, literally throwing myself in your lap. I feel so bad that I led you on." Tears rolled down Betsy's cheek. Joel reached over and wiped them away.

"Did you want something to happen?" He asked.

"Yes, when I first came over. Things have been so lousy with my husband lately and I got so frustrated. After talking to you through email and on the phone, I made the decision to come here and get laid. I just didn't think it would be this hard."

Joel chuckled. "Am I that easy?"

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean…"

"No, it's okay. I'm teasing you. Besides, I am that easy when it comes to you. I couldn't stop thinking about all the great sex we had when we were together. I was kinda hoping to get laid myself. I guess we both got our hopes up too much." He smiled at her. Betsy smiled back. She leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek softly.

"Thank you for being so understanding. Now that I made a fool of myself, I should probably get some sleep. I don't want to impose on you anymore tonight. Do you think there is a hotel where I can stay tonight?" She asked, clearly embarrassed.

"Don't be ridiculous. You aren't supposed to leave until Monday morning. You can stay here this weekend like we planned on originally. I'll just be sleeping on the couch rather than in bed with you." He winked at her. She slapped his arm playfully. Joel was glad they had made it past the uncomfortable moment. His cock was still hard, but that would pass.

"Thank you so much. Do you mind if we call it a night?" Betsy asked.

"No problem. I just need to get my stuff out of the bedroom and it's yours. We'll hang out tomorrow. C'mon, I'll show you the room and the bathroom." Joel took her hand and led her into the bedroom. He had put her suitcase in there when they arrived earlier in the evening.

"Wow. It's a huge bed." Betsy said. Joel smiled, knowing that she was probably still a little horny. He walked to his dresser and pulled out his sweatpants.

"Let me know if you need anything. I will be in the living room sleeping on the couch. Feel free to wake me up. I'll make you breakfast in the morning and then we will head out. Get some sleep." Joel smiled at her again and she returned it. He leaned in and gave her a light kiss on the lips. "Good night."

"Night." She said softly. Joel left the room and closed the door on his way out.

Chapter Two

Betsy awoke groggily, her head pounding from a brilliant hangover. She sat up, but then thought better of it as her stomach began churning with nausea. After a few moments of lying with her eyes closed, she ventured to open them again. Immediately, she realized that she was not in her bed, or her own clothes. She wore a man's button down shirt and a pair of thong underwear, which thankfully were hers. Her heart raced with panic. Where was she? What had she done? Her clothes were strewn across the floor. The door was open slightly and she could hear someone humming from the other room.

Betsy climbed out of bed and walked silently to the door, forgetting her state of undress. She peeked through the open door and saw Joel standing in the kitchen. Suddenly the previous night's events flooded back to her with a mixture of frustration and relief. She stuck her head out of the door and called out to Joel.

Joel spun around at her voice and grinned. "Good morning, sleepyhead. Breakfast will be ready in a few minutes. Get back in bed."

"The food smells great. What's for breakfast?" Betsy said, still hiding behind the door.

"The perfect breakfast to fight a hangover: scrambled eggs with cheese, with bacon and toast. Do you want apple juice or orange juice?"

"Apple, please."

"Okay. Now get your butt back in bed." Joel said, waving her away with his spatula.

Betsy smiled in spite of herself. She was relieved that things were okay with Joel. Going over the previous night's events, she climbed back into bed and covered herself with the warm blankets. The image of Joel popped into her head and she thought about what had almost happened the night before. Before she could stop herself, she remembered how great he had been in bed when they had dated. She felt herself growing aroused again and tried to force the thoughts out of her head. Now's not the time to think about these things, she thought. After a few minutes. Joel came into the room carrying a tray of food. Betsy couldn't help but notice how good he looked in his sweatpants and tight fitting t-shirt.

Joel set the tray on her lap and took a cup of coffee off of it before sitting on the edge of the bed facing her. A look of concern came over his face.

"Are you okay? Did you sleep alright last night?" Joel asked.

"Yea. It took me a while to remember where I was and what happened last night." Betsy forced a smile on her face. "Thank you for taking care of me. And I am sorry for being such an idiot."

"No, don't say that. I really don't mind at all. Besides, it was a nice compliment to know that you still find me attractive." Joel replied. She noticed that his eyes drifted down her body until they rested on her chest. She looked down and realized that her shirt was unbuttoned quite a bit. Joel could clearly see her bare breast and hard nipple. She looked back up at him and he blushed, embarrassed at being caught. "Sorry. Not often that I have a half-naked woman in my bed."

Betsy laughed, blushing slightly as well. She quickly buttoned her shirt. "I rather doubt that. Besides, it's not like you haven't seen them before anyway."

"It's been a while." Betsy looked down and noticed a slight bulge in his cotton pants. She looked away. She began eating the food in front of her while Joel sipped his coffee. Every so often, she felt his eyes on her, checking out her body. She tried to push the thoughts away. They made small talk while she ate.