A Friend in Need: Part 3 (Reader Plus Short) (Patreon)

Cleo mentioning Jules as our ‘bull’ knocks me entirely off kilter! Though he was the one who had seeded the idea in the first place, Jules being in anyway involved in this hadn’t occurred to me. Perhaps it would have in time but as of right now I hadn’t gotten past the titillating yet safe abstract fantasy phase to even start thinking about the actual who and how and where of it all. Cleo slapping down that name out of the blue was one hell of a reality check. Cleo and my best friend!?

“Baby!” Cleo trills as an excited shiver runs down her body at the taboo idea. “I never knew you were so…adventurous! So…open-minded. So kinky! He he he! My kinky king. You can still surprise me.”

Though my body sits frozen my jealousy was running rampant through my reeling mind. Her interest, her excitement, at being with another man left me stung…and aroused in the most confusing way. I’d been mentally preparing myself for presenting the idea in general but it, without warning, suddenly becoming concrete and specific had blindsided me. Her reaction was genuine, not in anyway meant to hurt or humiliate. She thought she was only supporting what I had proposed so felt free to express her enthusiasm honestly. And it was that honesty that made the moment hit all the harder. This was no performance to get a rise out of me, it was her real feelings. On reflection I saw how our conversation had directed her train of thought to that conclusion. I had lead things off with ‘…I was talking to Jules this morning…’ which had set off a jealous reaction from her followed by stuttering and stammering clarification. Much like the first misunderstanding, where she believed I wanted to bed Jules myself, this second one had been inadvertently set up by own framing. Though what she says next has me wondering if the name drop was more Freudian slip than a mistaken chain of reasoning.

“Remember that girl a couple months ago? I think her name was April.” She says, her breathy voice hushed and her eyes distant as her memory takes her back to that night seven weeks ago. My own imagination takes me along with her. Cleo and I are laying shoulder to shoulder staring at the darkened ceiling, my dick still wet from one of our usual quickies, both of us pretending all was normal as the steady thumping of Jules’ headboard pounds against the wall to join the sounds of his lilting grunts and the woman’s wails of ecstasy. I recall keenly how my cheeks had burned with embarrassment as the sounds and laughter went on…and on…and on all while we pretended to drift off to sleep. In the moment I had felt inadequate but now, looking back on it through Cleo’s eyes, the energy feels charged and bursting with possibilities. “I confess, that night, I was wondering what it might be like. To be with him. Or someone like him. Just as a matter of curiosity, ya know? To experience something different. I’ve never had anybody so…um…pretty. Soft. Never had a twinky little pretty boy, ya know?”

Her words were saying she was curious about his femininity but her fire in her voice and the way her thighs pressed tight together as she squirmed told a different story. Replace ‘pretty’ with ‘hung’ and her breathy tone would have matched the words.

“May.” I whisper.

“Hm?”

“Her name was May.”

“Ah yes. I knew it was a month.” She laughs. “Jules.” She repeats, pressing tighter to my side. “Me and that cute little white boy. Heh! Crazy.” Each time she spoke it into the world the firmer the possibility and the softer her resistance became. “Jules and me…and you. You are incredible, you know that, Tony? Truly. To be willing to give me this…to give US this… I love you so much, baby.”

Hopes were rising! I was getting credit for things I hadn’t even considered. Each passing seconds was making saying ‘no’ that much more difficult. Before I’d even had a chance to clarify things this living, growing, evolving idea was already gaining momentum. I had gone into this conversation convinced it would be a hard sell to even get the idea to leave the station and before I knew it I was now on a runaway train wondering where the emergency brakes were. I open my mouth to protest, to explain where our conversation had left the tracks, but a question injected somewhere between my raw limbic emotions and my vocal cords cuts the signal. Why NOT Jules? The question gives me pause.

Looking beyond the initial pang of gut jealousy I began to realize that the idea wasn’t as crazy as it first appeared. First and most importantly, I trusted him. Without an ounce of hyperbole, if I was forced to choose one person in this world to hold my life in their hands it would be Jules. I loved him and he loved me. Jules, a sweetheart of a man and loyal to a fault, would never mock me or hurt me if he could help it. And if there was anybody that would protect a secret of mine to his final breath it was him. Secondly, he was aromantic. While he was sexually active Jules hadn’t once expressed any interest in coupling up or exploring any kind of deeper relationships with the women he slept with. Since I had known him, which was nearly all our lives, he’d had zero interest in pursuing romantic love. If there was one man I didn’t have to worry about falling for Cleo and stealing her away from me it was him. Then the strangest reason of all strikes me from an unexpected angle. It would be the ultimate act of sharing with the friend I had shared everything else with. To offer to Jules something this intimate, this precious, would show to him that my trust and appreciation of him went beyond the bounds of mundane friendship. To stand before him, exposed and vulnerable, and ask that he be my surrogate to give Cleo what I could not could forge our already soul deep bond into something truly indestructible. And finally, and the part that made my confused dick throb, I knew that he was properly equipped and capable of fulfilling the role. It was humbling to admit but I knew that Jules and I were on entirely different levels when it came to sex. I had no doubt he could make Cleo feel things that I could only dream of and that, at last, I might see that look of complete contentment I yearned to see in my girlfriend.

As if reading my mind Cleo titters, her giggles making my intellectualizing disappear like a puff of smoke on the breeze. “Have you ever…seen it?”

Her hazel eyes are twinkling with horny mischief as I look at her again. “It?”

“You know.” She walks her fingers up my chest. “It.”

My cheeks warm with blush as the question lays bare that her deep desire for…more. “Erm…no.” I confess. “Not since we were little. Not since before puberty.”

“Mmm.” She hums hungrily. Now that she had my permission to fantasize beyond the bounds of our relationship quiet desires she’d been holding back to protect me were beginning to surface. “Those tight pants he wears doesn’t leave much to the imagination, do they?”

“No.” I say, my mouth suddenly dry. “They don’t, do they?”

“Does that…excite you?”

“Does that upset you?” Her voice softens.

“I didn’t say that.”

“To answer your question, I think it excites us both.” She whispers as her hand brushes across the tent straining my crotch. When did that happen!? “Are you SURE about this, Tony? If we do this it’s one of those things we’ll have to live with. This isn’t something we can just erase afterward.” Pressing her lips to my ear, her buxom body half splayed across mine right there on the bench with her not giving a damn who saw us, she growls. “Don’t answer yet. Let me savor this moment. Take me home, king. NOW!”

***

“Ha ha ha!” Cleo laughs with horny glee as she drags me by the collar of shirt through my apartment door. Grinning like a fool I follow as hot lust also courses through my veins. I had never seen Cleo so worked up before! The whole way from the park to the entryway she’d been whispering to me the ways she was going to ‘wreck’ me the moment we were alone. The time of wreckage had arrived! The moment the door closes behind me she slams me back into it, thrusting her soft, voluptuous body into mine to pin me to the door. Lifting a leg and hooking it around my leg she grinds her pelvis against my hard manhood. “Here! Now!”

“Mmm.” I suck at her neck as she gyrates against me. “Here? In the entryway? But…ohhhh…” I shiver as she nibbles my tender lobe. “….but Jules is due home soon. He might…walk in…and…”

“Let him!” She huffs, her breath hot across my cheek. “Let him see how I worship my king! Let him see what he’s…”

“Ahem!” A lilting, feminine voice interrupts from the entry to the kitchen. Over Cleo’s shoulder I see Jules standing in the entry leaned against the frame with his arms crossed. He’d been home long enough to have showered, his blond locks still damp, and changed into some comfy pink cotton short shorts which displayed both booty and bulge equally well and a baggy white hoodie. His blue eyes twinkle at seeing our passion. With a gleeful giggle he says. “Hate to be the bearer of bad news to you two love birds, but Jules is already home. I cut out early as I had no appointments.” Shooting me a knowing wink he adds. “But if you need me to make myself scarce, Tony…”

Cleo pushes back from me, her big hazel eyes ablaze with naughty intentions. My eyes widen as I realize what she was about to do. Shit! We hadn’t talked this through properly! I hadn’t had a chance to clarify things! Jules hadn’t a clue what was coming! Before I could say a word my girlfriend spins to face Jules and croons with a voice oozing seduction. “Jules, you adorable little snack. You are JUST the man we’ve been looking for.”

Part 4