The Friend Zone

We managed to fill most of the night with this, spanking and fingering me while we binged TV. I must've had a dozen or so mini-orgasms from it – plus one when Todd stuck a finger in my mouth and let me pretend like I was blowing him. So considerate, bringing me dessert. Weird how blowjobs used to be something I did as a favor, but now I just couldn't get enough of them.

Finally, we'd watched to our fill. Kayla had class in the morning, as did I. Todd was a night person, but he said he understood. "Though before I go, maybe a quick induction, just to help you guys sleep?"

I honestly wasn't interested in the least – not unless he was going to fuck my brains out at the same time – but it was important to him, and I was a good friend. He supported me and my hobbies (sucking his cock, dressing slutty, posing for sexy pictures for him), and I should do the same for his.

"Tonight, let's just do you both at the same time," he said, laughing at his own stupid double entente. Ew, gross. I mean, I don't mind seeing Kayla naked or being licked and sucked and groped and spanked by her. That's all part of being cool roommates. The thought of an actual threesome was pretty yucko. She looked like she felt about the same way.

Then Todd got out his cheesy little crystal and started dangling it back and forth. Like always, I ignored what he was saying and used the time to think about actually useful things – what groceries I needed, tests and quizzes coming up, all the numbers from one to a thousand... That kind of thing. Before long, my brain was totally shut off.

I didn't even hear him, honestly. Blah blah "turned on by seeing and touching your roommate, and by seeing your roommate get touched." Yadda yadda "perfectly natural to suck and lick one another when you're in your apartment." "You want to eat out your roommate" and so on and so forth. "Put on a sexy lesbian show for Todd" et cetera et cetera, ad nauseam.

You know, pointless boring stuff. A couple stray words got through, something about "a time when you shared but didn't want to," and I thought about the time my sister and I got into a huge fight over who got to drive the new car, and in the end, I just drove her around and we wound up hanging out and having a great time together.

Weirdly, part of me wondered if my selfish disinterest in having lesbian sex with Kayla was like that – just me insisting on my own way, when sharing would actually be way more fun? It was kinda hilarious, how often I stumbled onto these epiphanies during Todd's pointless sessions, taking some part of my life and learning something from it. So I guess at least some good was coming from what was otherwise a total waste of time.

Eventually he was done, and I brought myself back into the present. I found myself glancing over at Kayla and that wet spot in her pussy. I wonder what she tasted like? Would it be like my own juices, when I sucked them off Todd's cock? Oooh, or I could suck her juices off Todd's cock. I just had to talk her into fucking him – it'd be good for her.

Help us all get closer as friends.

"Whew. Relaxing as always Todd, thanks," Kayla said. Was she looking at my pussy? Man, that'd be pretty cool. We'd look so hot together, Todd would go nuts. That'd be such a hilarious prank, having him walk in on me fucking her ass with a strap-on, or her sitting on my face, or sixty-nining on the balcony. That was technically still part of the apartment, so it wouldn't be weird.

"My pleasure," Todd said. He gave her a hug good night, which was not something he usually did. I was really glad to see how good they were getting along. As he lifted up her shirt to expose her big ol' titties and rubbed his face between them, I smiled at how smoothly things were going for the three of us.

It had been months since Kayla had started her crazy "he's doing something to you" bullshit – to see her now, reaching down her shorts to stroke her clit as he motor-boated her, I was so glad that paranoid shit was behind her. I wanted all my friends to get along, to have the same kind of awesome relationship with Todd that I had.

As Todd took me by the hand to say goodnight to me in my bedroom, Kayla fell back on the couch and just masturbated like a woman possessed. She'd be super pissed when she realized what a mess she'd made – evidently a real squirter, that one.

Back in my room, Todd helped me out of my clothes for bed, planting a soothing kiss on each reddened ass cheek. They really hadn't been that harsh about my punishment, but still, he was always good about reminding me his teasing was only that – teasing. I knew he'd never spank me out of malice, just like he was only kidding when he called me the dumbest, easiest, sexiest, sluttiest cum dumpster he'd ever laid eyes on.

Classic Todd, right? Such a way with words.

After, he laid me down in my bed and mounted my face, fucking my mouth like it was a second pussy, plunging into my throat so vigorously I was glad he did this fairly frequently so I'd learned to relax my muscles to accept him. It wasn't long before he pulled out and sprayed all over my face, my hair, my pillow. The first two I could clean up in the shower in the morning. The pillow case, honestly, was just as saturated with Todd's old cum stains as the rest of my sheets, that I didn't even bother more than bi-weekly.

"Todd?" I said softly as he pulled his pants back up after. My pussy was still woefully neglected, but I knew it was selfish to think he'd satisfy my every sexual whim. (Sometimes I thought about paying him to fuck me, but then, that wasn't what friends did. Was it?)

"What's on your mind, Staceyslut?"

I smiled at his nickname for me. "Do you, um, ever regret that we never... you know... actually decided to make a go for it?"

"Are you asking if I'm bitter you shot me down, or are you saying you wanna reconsider?"

"I dunno. Some of both, maybe. I honestly don't know."

He sat down beside me on the bed, smiling his reassuring Todd smile that always made me feel so safe. Then he put his hands into shape for "the shocker," as they called it, and I moaned in delight as he plunged into me, squirming and wriggling like the slut in heat I was.

"You know Stacey, there was a time when I was pretty down, yeah. But then I realized... you're right. Relationships are messy. But this? This is simple, wonderful, uncomplicated by emotions and attachments. What we have right now is so great, I'd never jeopardize it for anything."

Then I was cumming on his fingers so hard I almost blacked out. When my brain was working again, I saw he was in the doorway, smiling at me, bare-ass naked and spread eagle on my bed, my pussy drooling at the thought of him turning around to come fill it. He snapped a picture of me with his phone, mumbled something about how the guys would appreciate this one.

I ignored the joke about showing the shot to his friends; he obviously respected me too much to ever do such a thing. (He had said something about having his buddy Brian over soon, so he could watch us hang out, but that was totally different.)

"Thanks for that," I said. I didn't say whether I meant the shocker, or his reassuring words. I felt completely at peace, knowing our friendship was working for him just as well as for me.

Todd grinned. "Hey, what are friends for?"