Wednesday, January 19, 2011

Amigos Con Las Ventajas

please click here to read part one of this post.

Jennifer had just gotten herself situated on the couch for a dull night of t.v. viewing when the main entrance buzzer went off. Sighing, she turned off the t.v. and pressed the talk button on the intercom.
“Who is it?”
“Isn’t it kind of late for you to be here?”
“I guess. Can I come in?”

Jennifer pressed another button and a couple of minutes later, heard a knock on her front door. She got up and walked over to answer it. Along the way, she undid a couple of buttons and finger combed her hair. Satisfied with her appearance, she opened the door and standing in front of her was a rather glum looking Bobby.

“What’s wrong?”
“I got into another argument with Jill. Can I come in?”
Jennifer opened the door the rest of the way and watched as Bobby gave her a peck on the cheek, before walking into the living room and taking a seat on the couch. Sighing, she closed the door and went into the kitchen to grab a couple of beers.

Handing a bottle to Bobby, she then took a seat in the lounge chair and popped open hers. Taking a long swig, she pointed at him and asked, “So what did you fight about this time?”
Bobby took a long swig from his bottle, leaned back and propped his feet up on the coffee table.

Jennifer got up and walked over to the couch. Taking up a spot behind him, she began to tenderly massage his neck and shoulders.
“Bobby, what did you fight about this time?” she asked again, this time in a more soothing tone.
For the longest time, Bobby remained silent. The reason why he remained silent had to do with the fact that he didn’t know how to tell Jennifer that the fight he had with Jill was about his close friendship with her.

For the past twenty years Bobby and Jennifer were about as close to one another as two people could get without become lovers or spouses. Theirs was a friendship that knew no bounds and quite often took precedence over whatever normal relationship they had going on at the time.

Jennifer could feel that Bobby was incredibly tense and nervous, and he only got like that when the topic of choice was her. She knelt down and said, “It was about me, wasn’t it?”
Bobby took another swig and answered, “Yeah.”
“Why did you tell her about us? Especially so early in your relationship.”
“She’s into that whole honesty thing, so I thought--"
“So you thought you would tell her about your friendship with me.”
Jennifer gave him a peck on the cheek, before standing up and walking around to the coffee table. Moving his feet, she sat down on the coffee table and unbuttoned her shirt the rest of the way.
“So my good friend, what can I do to put you back in the proper frame of mind that you need to be in so that you can work things out with Jill?” asked Jennifer, who after unbuttoning her shirt had peeled it off and tossed it to the side.

“I don’t know. I really want to make this relationship with Jill work, but she’s such a freakin’ ice queen.”
“Does her being an ice queen make her jealous about me and insecure about herself?”
“So…what do you need from me?” asked Jennifer, who was now straddling his lap.
“You’ll always get that from me.”
“True,” said Bobby, who just realized that Jennifer was sitting on his lap and making googly eyes at him.

Giving her a rather sad smile, he said, “Listen, I think its about time we looked into taking care of your needs tonight for a change. I heard through the grapevine that new boy toy of yours is giving you a world of grief.”
A sad smile briefly appeared on her face and Bobby knew right away that tonight was going to be about comforting a close friend.
“What kind of grief is your new boy toy putting you through?”
Jennifer leaned back, sighed heavily, and said, “This boy has spent the past couple of years living a sheltered life, and because of it, has some incredibly old fashioned ideas about dating.”
“Celibacy. Which means…”
“Which means I haven’t gotten any in the past couple of months.”
“So you need?”
Jennifer leaned in, gave Bobby a passionate kiss, and said, “I need to feel something.”
“Something. Anything. A little. A lot. It don’t matter at this point. I just need to be.”

Bobby unsnapped her bra and took it off, then Jennifer helped him out his shirt. She then accepted his outstretched hands and snuggled up in his warm muscular body. For the next couple of minutes, they stayed in that embrace, each enjoying the other’s warm body on themselves.

“Anything in particular you want to do next?” asked Bobby, who’d started running his fingers lightly all over Jennifer’s back.
Biting her lip, she answered, “Inside.”
“I told you, I haven’t gotten any in the past couple of months….oh man, don’t stop that feathering.”
“I don’t know…the one thing about our friendship that’s been a constant is that I don’t go inside of you like that.”
“I know, but I really need to feel that inside tonight. Look, if it’ll make you feel any better, I’ll be in charge. You just sit there and be your adorable muscular self.”
She gave his neck a little nibble and said, “Bobs.”
It was the rare occasion that Jennifer would call him by the nickname from their childhood, because that meant she really wanted something personal from him. Giving her head a kiss, he said, “Okay.”

Jennifer sat up and moved back to the coffee table. She then unbuttoned and unzipped Bobby’s jeans and lowered them until they were at his ankles. She then undid hers, pulled out his rod and spent the next couple of minutes stroking it to hardness. Once she got it to where she wanted it, she took off her jeans and climbed back on. She straddled his waist, took hold of his rod and carefully worked it in.

Once she had it in, she readjusted her position and using a slow hip thrust, began riding Bobby into oblivion. True to her word, she did all the work and Bobby simply laid there being his adorable muscular self. All he really did, besides enjoying her gentle hip thrusts, was to make sure that her soft squishy chest was satisfied as well.

Several minutes later, Jennifer took hold of Bobby’s shoulders and did one last squat. Bobby held her in that position as the painful sensation he was getting told him it was time to let loose. Locking eyes, they quickly moved to locking lips as each one blew their load into the other.

When the spasms finally subsided, Jennifer carefully pulled him out and stood up on wobbly legs. After flexing them for a minute or two, she sat on his lap cross-legged and whispered, “I can’t tell how much this really means to me, but if you come back tomorrow, I’ll give you a couple of pointers on how you can fix things up with Jill.”
Bobby brushed a few strands of hair out her eyes and said, “Will do. I’m glad that you’re feeling better. I better get going, because I’m gonna need to find a place to crash tonight.”
“Do you want to crash here tonight? I can dig out a couple of blankets and a pillow.”
“You sure? I don’t want to be an imposition if you got plans tomorrow.”
“No imposition. After all, that’s what friends are for. You did a big favor for me, the very least I can do is partially return it by letting you crash here tonight. Besides,” Jennifer paused to give him a sloppy kiss. “I can give you a few pointers tomorrow morning at breakfast.”

Bobby smiled, and as he watched Jennifer walk towards the bedroom to retrieve the blankets and pillows wth her tight ass gently swaying as she walked, thought about how truly special their friendship was, and said, “I am indeed living the good life.”

(c) 2011 by GBMJr. All rights reserved


  1. I really like this, G. I actually find it kind of sweet. One thing I wondered about, though. You changed tone a bit when you got to the intercourse. Why?

  2. The expression "Share and share alike" comes to mind ;)

  3. If everyone had friends like that, why would folks want to get married?

    Fun to read!

  4. Mama Z: Good question. I'll try to answer it for you (actually had to go back and re-read that part to make sure I understood the question).

    I was having a tough time trying to make this upbeat all the way through, so I decided to keep the tone at the same level of the topic in question.

    Sometimes we have that type (non-sexual) of friendship in which one can gauge the mood of the other without really using a lot of words to figure out what the issue is.

    That's what I tried to show with this story, in that this particular friendship was roughly on the same level as two people who where married or intimate lovers.

    Hope that answers your question, which I do appreciate because it did get me to think.

    R: To a small degree. :D

    Snaggle: True.

    And thanks.


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