A Friend in Need: Part 5 (Reader Plus Short) (Patreon)

In a sort of horny daze I find the lube for Cleo while she peels out of her clothes with all the efficiency of getting ready to shower at the gym. Shirt, bra and the rest are peeled off of her luscious brown body until she stands boldly naked at the foot of her bed. As my eyes glide over her soft sienna flesh, full, heavy breasts with their big burnt umber nipples, and I think about how long I’d had to wait to lay eyes on her voluptuous magnificence. And now she would be sharing that body with Jules with less than hour’s worth of ‘convincing’. Things were moving SO FAST! I knew I could slow things down if I wanted to yet I felt helpless to do so, as if I was caught in a rushing current. Seeing her body exposed, not for me but for another man, I again feel the prick of jealousy nick my heart while a flash of raw, primal lust sparks off from it. I wasn’t the only one feeling it either. When Cleo takes the bottle from me to give herself a little pre-lube it is impossible to miss how her pink slit already glistened. I could tell myself that it was because of our making out from earlier and all our talking in the park, but I knew that would be not capture the full truth.

She sits on the edge of the bed and spreads her legs. As she applies a little dab of the lube, working it up and down her juicy slit, she says that she was undressed and ready as she didn’t want to waste a second on unnecessary build up or making out with someone not ‘her man’. She is insistent that Jules was only coming in here to provide a specialized service that we couldn’t address ourselves, like a plumber showing up the clear a blockage, and though the tone was all business the underlying timber of her voice reveals that her rush was inspired as much by her pussy as her mind. She says all the right things. She assures me that this was just a naughty experiment we were doing together, that she would always respect me, that this would change nothing between us. The more she talks however the more nervous I became as it was hard to tell which one of us she was trying to convince.

She hands the lube back to me and wipes off her hands with some tissues. She’s about to put the box of tissues back on the dresser when, with a little smirk, she instead pass it to me. I stand with lube in one hand and a tissues in the other. Realizing what it looked like my cheeks warm with a blush as she teases. “You might need those.” With an excited giggle she thrusts into me, her nude flesh warm against my clothes. Her cheek against mine she whisper. “I love you so much for this. For everything.”

“I love you too.”

Ten minute had passed like ten seconds as the very next moment we hear a soft knock on the door. As one we look to the door. A rush of doubts and panic and jealous emotions surge inside of me. We should have taken more time with this. I should have waited longer to make sure this is what I wanted. This was happening so damn fast! FUCK! Was this a mistake!?

While I am seized with paralyzing second thoughts Cleo turns fully to the door, her arm around my waist as we stood side by side, and she sings out. “Door’s open.”

In slow motion I watch the knob turn and the door slowly swing open. Framed by the doorway Jules stands and takes us in, his big blue eyes devouring Cleo’s hot naked body in particular, as we stare back. He wore a pink silk robe the hung down to his knees, the chest open to his lower sternum revealing smooth creamy white flesh without a hair to be seen. Beneath the liquid sheen of the bubblegum pink silk the contours of his lithe body tantalized like I’d never seen, the silk belt around his hips revealing a gentle curve not usually seen on a man. Had I not seen his head I would have sworn this was a flat chested woman. Although, once my eye rose, even his delicate face wasn’t the clue it might have been as he’d applied a touch of makeup around his eyes and across his cheeks. The pink gloss on his fine lips had been refreshed as well. Fuck. Jules was hot! The man OOZED graceful femininity…until one’s gaze settled between his legs. The thick tubular shape hinted at through the silk was ALL man. In his right hand was a stack of three condoms of a brand, and a size, that I did not recognize.

“Take a good look.” Cleo says brazenly. “See something you like?”

“Wow!”

“You damn right, wow.”

Jules opens his mouth to reply when he at last sees the items that I was still holding, only because I hadn’t had a chance to put them down, and whatever he was about to say is erased by giggles. “Damn, Tony. You’re prepared for a good time too, huh?” His azure eyes flash with amusement. “Good! Don’t hold back on my account. You get it, man.”

My already warm cheeks burn hotter. “Ahem!” I put the box and bottle on the dresser as if they were burning, getting a chuckle out of both Cleo and Jules. Their laughter was good natured but given the circumstances it was stinging to be the butt of the joke, even if it was innocent. The sting to my pride however only excites that same strange jealous lust.

Standing apart from me now Cleo crosses her arms beneath her fat titties, pushing them together and up as if presenting them. Leaning her weight to one hip she looks Jules up and down as if she were expecting more.

“Alright, pretty boy. Here is how this is going to go.” Pointing to the end of the bed she says. “I’ll be here on hands and knees. You come in behind me, doggy style, and wield that magic wand of yours.” She nods to his crotch, her hazel eyes lingering. “You do your thing and you do it good. When you’re done you make yourself scarce so I can be with my king.”

“Magic…wand?” Jules stares at her for a long moment, taken aback by the instructions being listed out like they were read from a corporate training manual. His eyes then soften. Tossing the rubbers onto the corner of the mattress, two of them slipping off the mattress without him even noticing, he raises his hands in front of him, as if trying to settle a belligerent drunk. “Okay. Nerves are frayed I see. Let’s just…relax.” He smiles a pretty smile with an effortless calm. “This is supposed to be fun, remember? Fun with friends.”

Cleo’s stern dominance cracks at his soothing words. Glancing to me then back to him she says. “No kissing. No romance.” She grips her thighs nervously. “I want to see Tony while we…you know. This is for us. Don’t forget that.”

With admirable calm he says. “I’m not here to cause problems between you.” He looks at me, gazing into my eyes for a few long seconds. “That’s the last thing I want. I am here for Tony.” Nibbling his bottom lip he whispers. “I love Tony. I only want what’s best.” He blinks and snaps his attention back to Cleo. “Listen, respectfully, I am more than just a walking talking cock. And I don’t do well with instructions.” His giggles help ease the tension. “As Tony well knows. Right Tony?”

“Yeah.” I say, rubbing my head. “Even when the instructions are in picture form he doesn’t even look at the manual. That’s why the TV stand is wonky.”

He smirks. “It hasn’t fallen down yet.” Looking back to Cleo he says. “You say you wanted what May got. If that’s true…” His gaze glides up and down her buxom body. “…you gotta let me take it slow. I gotta find my groove.” Crossing his chest he says. “We’ll keep it purely physical. Promise.”

With a sigh Cleo glances at me then back to him and nods. “Sorry. Of course. I’m trying to force an artist to paint by numbers here. We’re not building a bookshelf here, are we.” She takes a deep breath. “We’ve just never done anything like this before.”

“I assure you, this is as wild to me as it is to you.”

I stood there already feeling like a third wheel as the pair of them share a laugh and negotiate their coupling.

With Cleo’s confidence momentarily shaken Jules takes up the mantle with unsettling ease. “Let’s set the stage.” He says as he lays a hand gently on Cleo’s shoulder, the contact making my heart skip and my cock twitch. “Here’s what I’m going to need to get into the zone. Cleo, my dear, you sit here and leave things to me.” He indicates the foot of the bed with a graceful wave of his slender hand. “Your only job is to feel good tonight.”

Cleo stares at Jules a moment then nods. She sits at the foot of the bed gazing up at him with bedroom eyes, a look I had ONLY seen directed at me before now. DAMN!

“Tony.” He says in a tone I’d never heard him use with me before, gentle yet commanding. “For this first bit I’m going to need you out of the way. This is weird enough as it is without seeing my best friend staring.” He nods to the corner near where I was already standing. “Just sit there until she calls for you. Try not to talk unless you need to or one of us talks to you. Once I’m in my flow I’ll be fine, but I’ll need to find it first.”

My head slowly turns to look at the corner where Cleo kept her sewing machine and stool. He was clearly indicating that I should sit on the stool, the word ‘cuck chair’ tickles the back of my mind. My soft spoken roommate had just strolled into my room and taken charge of this whole situation. He was like no ‘bull’ I’d ever heard of but it seemed to be coming to him naturally. My trust of him was unshaken but not in all our years had I felt so…vulnerable.

“Let’s do what he says, Tony.” Cleo says, rubbing her palms up and down her thighs. Licking her lips she takes a long glance at the looming shape inside the pink silk, her legs subtly pressing together, then looks back to me again. “Don’t worry, baby. He can’t see you over there but I can. I’ll be watching you, baby.”

“And…I’ll be watching you.” I whisper, my mouth and throat suddenly dry.

“Like he said, I’ll call for you when I need you.” She winks. “And you better be there.”

“I will.”

“Ha ha!” Jules claps his hand. “There we are. We’ll have an awesome time tonight. Let’s make it one we’ll never forget.”

Cleo smiles and nods. “Let’s do it!”

Jules nods then looks over at me with a grin meant to convey confidence though bordered disturbingly close to…smug. “Just say the word, Tony.”

Part 6