A Friend in Need: Part 4 (Reader Plus Short) (Patreon)

A blond brow rises at the transparently amorous tone.

“Don’t play coy with me, cutie.” Cleo chuckles. “A little birdie told me what you and my boyfriend have been talking about me behind my back.”

At being called a ‘snack' and a 'cutie’ Jules’ eyes flit to me, seeking some sense out of what to him was a completely random change in energy. I stare back at him, momentarily tongue-tied as I scrambled to think of a way to signal to my best friend that my girlfriend had connected dots that weren’t there while also not revealing to her that I had stayed silent and allowed her run wild with a misunderstanding. Either way I risked bruising feelings or causing embarrassment. But how the hell could I just casually drop in ‘my girlfriend wants to fuck you with me watching while I still don’t even know how I feel about it’ without it being a bombshell? I needed to get him alone for a moment, though my hesitation costs me the chance. Seeing the panic in my eyes Jules’ pretty face relaxes, a gentle smile playing across his glossy pink lips. I knew that look. I’d seen it more times than I could count. It’s meaning was simple. ‘I got you, bro’

Confusion turning to curiosity Jules’ giggle lights up the room. Careful not to undermine anything he returns his azure gaze to Cleo to begin to gather information.

“Oh?” Jules tilts his head. “Those pesky birdies do a have a way of chirping.”

Cleo squeezes my hand, her body buzzing with nervous energy. “Tony told me.”

“I see.” Jules nods, bluffing that he knew exactly what she was talking about. “And?”

“And…” Cleo’s grip tightens as she glances at me, her wide hazel eyes alight with the taboo thrill of pushing boundaries. “…we agreed that we want to do it.” My heart is hammering in ears as the scene plays out before me as if on a screen. Queasy and horny all I could do I stand transfixed. “But Tony has to be there. Non-negotiable.”

“Of course. Tony has to be there for…it.” He says as one of the pieces start to connect. It is subtle, the moment that things click, just a flare of his blue eyes that shoot across to meet mine. As if our gaze was a bridge between minds Tony’s random suggestion from this morning plays out in that shared space between us.

Finally finding my courage I don’t leave Jules dangling any longer. “I trust you, Jules. I Couldn’t trust my Cleo with anybody else but you.”

The final piece settle clicks into place in Jules’ head as he realizes that his idea of non-monogamy had sparked into a flame during our hours apart. In real time I could practically watch his thought process piece together my day between that moment and this one. Internally I am panicking as I truly recognize what I had just blindsided him with. This morning it was nothing but a vague suggestion, a random piece of friendly advice on a whim. He hadn’t seriously proposed it and he had no experience of and expressed no interest in such a transgressive lifestyle himself. Even as he mentioned it he had added ‘…or so I’ve heard’, clearly signaling he was familiar with it only in the abstract. Completely invisible to Cleo, as her eyes were only Jules, I am wracked with the worry that I might have just taken advantage of my best friend and was right now doing damage to our friendship. Though Cleo couldn’t see my struggles Jules could. Just as I was reading him he was reading me. For a moment things hung in an uncertain balance…until his smile warms. He gazes into me with such…love that it takes my breath away.

“Jules…” I begin, ready to confess everything.

“Tony.” He says, saving me the need to. Letting me save face as he rolls with the fiction. “Didn’t I say that Cleo might be more adventurous than you thought?”

“Uh, yeah.” I grin, nervously rubbing my head. “You sure were right about that.”

He hold my gaze a few more moments, ensuring that I was serious about this. Seeing no warning signals beyond my first time jitters his eyes snap back to Cleo. In the blink of an eye his entire demeanor changes. His elegantly tapered chin lowers and his blazing blue eyes rise as a naughty grin spreads across his slender pink lips. Subtly, almost imperceptibly, his hands pull deeper into the sleeves of his hoodie and his feet shift slightly so he was now slightly pigeon-toed. Jules had put his ‘game face’ on! Other guys would puff their chest and suck in their gut, deepening their voice in a display of masculine power. Not Jules. When Jules wanted a woman he got…cuter! Though the hunger in his eyes gave away that there beat the heart of a virile heterosexual man behind that feminine appearance. His femboys charms didn’t work on all of them but the ones it did work on it really worked!

Catching the shift in his vibe from harmlessly cute to devastatingly adorable Cleo gasps and presses into my side.

Gripping at the hem of his hoodie through the long sleeves he says too sweetly. “In the mood for a snack, huh? You really want little ol’ me, Miss Cleo?”

“Rrrrm” Cleo growls with a lust that gives me the strangest flutter in my belly and balls. “Darlin, you ain’t old and…” She glances to his package and boldly allows her gaze to linger. “…and you certainly ain’t little.” Cleo looks at me then kisses my cheek before slipping out of my hand to close the distance between her and my roommate. “You’ve been stealing my boyfriend’s time and attention for as long as I’ve known him. I think it’s the least you could do to pay me back in kind so I can see what all the fuss is about.” Striding boldly, her wide hips swaying, she approaches Jules, stopping an arm’s length away. Due to their equal height and the fact that Cleo was so much thicker hand Jules she ecclipses him from my sight completely. I have to step to the side to continue to watch them. Placing a single finger on his slender chest she runs it down his effete body then back up again before tracing the line of his delicate jaw, her mahogany brown skin contrasting beautifully against the pale white flesh. “You know, Jules, I think I’m already starting to notice what he sees in you.”

Holy fuck! She was touching him! This was happening! RIGHT NOW! GAH!

Jules doesn’t shrink from Cleo’s take charge energy, he grows into it. This was a man who KNEW he was beautiful, who KNEW he had the size and skills to make a woman melt, and who carried none of the mental baggage that I did. He doesn’t simply meet her gaze, he holds it with supreme confidence all while his head bobbles to make his blond hair bounce. “I’m starting to see you in a new light too, Miss Cleo. He he he!”

“Mmm.” My girlfriend hums with rising desire. “Let’s get a few things straight right now. We’re doing this by MY rules or not at all.”

Again Jules’ brow rises, this time in surprise at Cleo’s dominant tone. Even I was taken aback as she’d never used that voice on me. Where had THIS come from?

Splaying her fingers across his chest she shoves him back to pin him to the wall and in a firm voice says. “No kissing on the lips. No romance. No sweet little whispers promising me forever. Just fuckin and suckin and showing me how you made that April scream.”

“May.” I whisper.

“Whatever.” Raising her chin proudly she points to me. “You see that man right there? That smart, sexy, wonderful, loving man right there? THAT is my man. That is man who owns my heart. That is my king. This…” Jules peeps as Cleo suddenly grabs his package and gives it a squeeze! By girlfriend was fondling my best friend’s penis and balls! A rush of hard heat stretches my pants. “…this is tool. A bit of fun. Nothing more.” His blue eyes wide and gleaming with mischievous delight he stares at Cleo as she continues massaging his junk. “When I moan I am moaning for him. When I scream it is for him. It’s his name I’ll cry out and his arms I’ll be crawling to when we’re done.” She leans into him, nose to nose, and growls. “If you do ANYTHING to get between me and my man I swear to God I’ll burn you to the ground, pretty boy. Do you understand me?”

The apartment goes dead quiet as Jules and I are each stunned in our way by Cleo’s fiercely protective conditions.

Another man might have been insulted at being treated as a ‘tool’ or to hear that a woman would be moaning for another man as they fucked, but Jules was not another man. He was my best friend. He didn’t see her fire as a threat to himself but a testament to her loyalty. Once the surprise had worn off a bright smile returns to his face. From the bottom of his soul he says. “I would never do anything to hurt Tony. Yes, I understand you, Miss Cleo.”

With a firm nod she says. “Good. Just so we understand each other.” She steps back, his cock the last thing she lets go of. “So…your bed or ours?”

“Yours.” Jules says without hesitation. “My room’s a mess.”

“Right.” She nods again, suddenly all business. “Ten minutes. Tony’s room. Clothing is optional, condoms are not.”

Jules laughs, Cleo’s fearless audacity slicing through his cute act for a moment. “Yes, Miss Cleo!”

“And Jules.”

He tilts his head like a curious puppy. “Yeah?”

“Thank the man.” She nods over to me. “He’s the one sharing me. So thank him proper.” Technically it was Jules doing us a solid by being my ‘stunt cock’ yet through sheer brazen audacity she had flipped it to Jules being the lucky one. And, to be fair to her, she was every bit a prize to treasure. “Go on.”

Jules looks at me, beaming, both amused and touched by the moment. Looking into my eyes he says softly. “Thank you, Tony.” After a pause he adds, his voice even softer. “Thank you for trusting me. I won’t let you down.”

Staring back at him I project to him my gratitude for rolling with this outrageous blindsiding with grace and acceptance. He smirks as I unconsciously shift my trousers to hide the erection that had yet to wane since Cleo and I’s hot and heavy making out when we walked in. With a guilty grin I shoot him a look as if to say ‘shut up!’. The pair of us laugh at our unspoken jest.

“Alright. Well…good!” Cleo says, standing there awkwardly a moment before spinning away from him. Grabbing my hand she hauls me toward the bedroom. The moment we were out of Jules’ line of sight her dominant facade crumbles and she clutches me as if as surprised at what just happened as the rest of us. “Oh my God!”

I grin. “Oh my God indeed! Where did that come from?”

“No, not that.” She whispers then holds up the hand she had grabbed Jules’ cock with and repeats. Staring at her open hand in awe as she curls her fingers and thumb around a thick imaginary shaft she whispers again. “Oh my God!” Pulling me into the bedroom she says. “I’ll get ready, you find the lube!”

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