Naughty Friend Buys My Silence Ch. 06

February 7, 2021

DISCLAIMER: All characters engaging in sexual conduct are 18 years or older, and legally permitted to engage in such activities, irrespective of pet names used for each other.

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- CHAPTER 06: Sharing -

- SATURDAY, DECEMBER 19: Early Evening -

Sarah only ended up crying for about ten minutes before she finally collected herself, beginning to apologize repeatedly when she finally pulled away. Amber was now sitting next to her on the middle bar stool, wearing faded jeans and a purple spaghetti-strap camisole that revealed an exorbitant amount of her cleavage, beginning to gently rub the short chick’s upper back over her poofy coat once I was no longer holding her.

Amber and I were both pretty tall, so between us Sarah almost felt like a young teenager due to her five-foot stature, even though she was four years older than Amber and a whopping six years older than me.

Of course, I reassured Sarah that I didn’t mind the mess, but all she could do was repeatedly stare at the snotty offense she’d made on my black shirt, looking like she felt just miserable about everything.

I finally decided to excuse myself to throw on a different T-shirt, only to then end up staying upstairs for a little bit when I realized Sarah was finally sharing everything that was going on. Because the last thing I wanted to happen was for me to come downstairs, only for Sarah to revert back to apologizing instead of getting everything off her chest.

It wasn’t until about an hour had passed that I decided to head back down and begin working on an early dinner, suspecting that our guest wouldn’t be leaving anytime soon. After all, I doubted Amber would kick her out in her current predicament, especially given how much my older friend seemed to sincerely care, and I likewise suspected that Sarah wasn’t interested in going back to her empty home anytime soon.

Honestly, it was pretty obvious that Amber considered this short chick a sincere friend, despite her earlier semi-ambiguous comment, because I was well aware that she’d be a bit less sympathetic toward someone she was more casually acquainted with.

Because in Amber’s perception, she had enough of her own shit to deal with to have the time to play therapist to every chick who was having an arbitrary crisis. And often Amber might be much less accommodating even for an acquaintance who was truly having a semi-serious melodramatic meltdown.

But Amber wasn’t giving off her usual, ‘I’ve got enough drama to deal with, I don’t need yours too,’ vibe. Instead, she seemed sincerely invested and concerned as she continued to occasionally give Sarah a reassuring rub on the back, listening intently while the girl poured her heart out.

Thankfully, my reappearance didn’t stop the conversation completely, even though Sarah paused briefly when she realized I was back downstairs, but they were pretty much done talking about her husband anyway, now socializing more about less important things.

Amber had just finished mentioning my parents delayed return home when I made my appearance.

Going straight for the freezer, I grabbed out a pack of frozen ‘sizzle steaks’ and placed them in the sink under hot water to begin thawing, before returning to the fridge to figure out what else I wanted to make for dinner.

Amber took the opportunity to finally get Sarah more comfortable.

“Here,” she said gently, standing up out of her seat. “Let me take your coat and hang it up.”

“Umm, okay,” Sarah replied quietly, finally unzipping her jacket and shrugging out of it.

I glanced in their direction to see that the short brunette was wearing a thin dark-gray sweater underneath that was fitted enough to reveal her curves, noticing how she immediately pulled her sleeves down over her small palms after handing over her jacket.

Fuck, she was actually pretty hot, her chest definitely small but looking much plumper thanks to her overwise tiny frame. Of course, she was very attractive in the face, but I wasn’t expecting her proportions to look so sexy.

At the very least, her waist tapered in so much that her small hips looked proportionally wider than Amber’s, even though my blonde friend was objectively bigger than this chick in every way.

When Sarah unexpectedly focused on me, and I realized I’d been caught checking her out, I cleared my throat as if I was about to talk to her anyway.

“Have any preference for vegetables?” I wondered casually, assuming she ate healthy given how thin she was.

She frowned as she considered that. “Umm, I’m fine with whatever.”

I opened up the freezer and pulled out a bag of frozen broccoli, holding it up for her to see. “This fine?” I wondered.

Her blue eyes brightened. “Yeah, that sounds good.”

“Cheese or no cheese?” I wondered.

She laughed at that. “What is it with your family and cheese?” she asked playfully, seeming to loosen up again.

I grinned as well. “I mean, it’s yummy, and goes well with just about everything.”

She shook her head with a grin on her face, taking a deep breath. “Yeah, I’m fine either way.”

“Cool,” I replied, moving over to the microwave to toss the whole thing in, since it was designed to be cooked in the bag. Then, once that was going, I turned my attention back to the sizzle steaks, grabbing some hamburger seasoning and then turning on the oven, followed by pulling out a cookie sheet to start prepping the meat.

The nice thing about sizzle steaks was that they were so thin, they’d easily cook in under ten minutes, which meant the whole meal would be ready by then.

Amber came back around the corner a second later, in the middle of typing on her phone.

“What’s up?” I wondered, having glanced back at her.

She shook her head as she stuck her phone in the back of her jean’s pocket. “Nothing wrong. Mom just sent me a message to ask how things were going, and kind of rehashed the same stuff your mom had told me earlier, about the vacation being delayed. She also said she might still visit here, even if dad still has to work.” She shrugged. “I just told her that would be great, that we were fine, and that Sarah was over visiting. My mom hasn’t met her, obviously, but knows about her.” She then gave the person in question her attention. “So Sarah, do you want to hang out in my room for a little bit while he gets dinner ready?”

Unexpectedly, Sarah’s face flushed intensely, looking embarrassed as hell for no reason. “Umm…m-maybe after dinner?” she stammered, seeming uncertain.

Amber shrugged nonchalantly. “Sure,” she agreed, casually having a seat next to her again. “Hey Ryan, can you grab me a hard lemonade too?” she wondered, resuming her princess act, and asking me when she could easily get up to get it herself.

But I didn’t mind, since I was more than happy to wait on her. Problem was, I was working with raw meat at the moment.

“Just a sec,” I replied. “My hands are messy.”

Unexpectedly, Sarah slipped out of her seat. “I’ll grab it for you,” she commented, her tone almost sounding affectionate and very ‘willing to please’ as she headed for the fridge.

Which left me confused as hell.

I glanced at her over my shoulder as she opened the fridge door, only to look at Amber, who immediately winked at me while Sarah’s back was turned. Amber then proceeded to smirk when the short chick returned in a hurry and handed the drink over.

“Here you go,” Sarah replied, her tone a bit more intense than I felt like the situation merited.

Instantly, I turned back toward what I was doing, suddenly frozen solid in place.

Holy fuck.

Like, seriously, holy fuck.

What in the hell was going on right now?

I quickly had to try to clear my mind before it began wandering too much, but I absolutely couldn’t understand what had just transpired. Was Sarah just that desperate for friends right now, after finding out that her closest companion was cheating on her? Or was the warmth in my cock telling me something that I couldn’t bring myself to even seriously consider.

No, I must just be imagining it.

I had to be misinterpreting the situation.

It was just my own perverted mind seeing things that weren’t there, likely influenced by the fact that we’d just fucked to lesbian porn barely a couple of hours ago, prior to taking our little nap together naked on the couch.

Sighing, I gave all my attention back to the meat in front of me, finally washing my hands and then getting the steaks in the oven.

Sarah and Amber were socializing again, seeming much more relaxed as they talked quietly, with Amber currently complaining about how much of a bitch one of her teachers was this last semester, and how she was glad she’d never have to deal with the ‘old hag’ again.

I suspected Amber’s real problem was that the woman wasn’t a guy that could be seduced, even though I was well aware my slutty friend probably fucked a few of the male students to do the busywork for her. Still, it seemed as if this professor sincerely pissed her off by the sound of it.

Not that pissing her off was overly hard to do in the first place.

It wasn’t until Sarah unexpectedly glanced up at me when I leaned against the counter, only for her cheeks to flush, that Amber stopped midsentence to focus on me too. She then grinned and looked back at the short brunette.

“Ryan’s pretty cute, isn’t he?” she boldly commented.

“Fuck, Amber!” I exclaimed in sincere shock. “Way to be awkward!”

Sarah shook her head, averting her gaze now. “N-No, she’s right.”

Amber continued, practically smiling ear-to-ear now. “And you think Sarah’s pretty cute too, don’t you, Ryan?”

I glared at her, wondering what in the hell she was doing right now. My tone came out a bit harsher than I was intending, even though what I was saying wasn’t anything bad. “Yeah, she’s cute, Amber. Really cute. What’s your point?”

She laughed. “No point, I guess,” she said cheerfully, abruptly wrapping her arms around Sarah’s thin shoulders. “Just wanted to point out that you’re both hot as fuck.”

I frowned at that, suddenly uncomfortable when it felt like Amber was treading way too close to the line of disclosing our semi-taboo relationship, only to quickly realize that probably wasn’t how Sarah was perceiving it at all.

No, I could tell from the chick’s expression that she probably assumed Amber was only trying to hook us up, with the idea that my blonde friend might be specifically implying that she personally thought I was hot not being a thought that was crossing her mind.

But then, how was I supposed to handle this situation?

Because it kind of did seem like Amber was trying to hook me up with Sarah, and at the same time I knew she had made it clear she didn’t want me to get into anything serious with anyone. Which meant, Amber was trying to get me to fuck her friend, just to fuck, and yet I had zero idea how to even get to that point even if I wanted to.

Was I supposed to ask this girl if she wanted to go out with me sometime?

Or should I ask if I could come over tomorrow to hang out?

Or something else?

Certainly, it wasn’t like I could just suggest she come up to my room right now so we could fuck before dinner. Right? I mean, that would just be weird on so many levels, especially with Amber in the house, assuming that we wanted to keep our relationship a secret.

Fuck.

I really didn’t know what I was supposed to do.

Amber grinned widely as she watched me visibly struggle with the position that she’d suddenly put me in, seeming to enjoy that I had zero idea how to handle this awkward situation.

“Anyway,” Amber finally continued, letting go of Sarah’s shoulders as she spoke to her. “Let’s have dinner and then hang out in my room for a little bit afterward. Sound good?”

Sarah visibly swallowed, before nodding. “S-Sure,” she agreed simply.

I used the prompt to focus on getting out plates and silverware, thankful the broccoli was already finished in the microwave so I could put it in a bowl, add cheese, and then get it cooking for another minute. I then gave the steaks my attention, knowing they were close to done, turning on the oven light to check on them.

In the meantime, I tried to process more of the situation, realizing that the biggest issue was that I had zero idea how to even approach a chick for casual sex. I mean, shit, I felt like just walking up to someone and asking to fuck would only get me slapped in the face, and I certainly didn’t want to make Sarah feel like a whore by somehow getting her to fuck when I had zero plans on actually having a relationship with her.

But then again, maybe that’s all she was interested in.

Maybe she didn’t want a relationship.

I mean, she was married after all, and even though her husband was cheating on her, she’d given no indication that she wanted a divorce. No, in fact, now that I thought about it, she hadn’t even given any indication she was going to approach him about it.

Did that mean she planned on ignoring his adultery and continuing to remain with him, even despite the cheating?

Maybe being financially secure was really important to her, and the idea of abandoning her huge house, nice car, and otherwise comfy life wasn’t worth it. Maybe she was willing to put up with the adultery to have those things, even though it meant rarely seeing her husband and having to put up with him sleeping with other women.

Which meant, maybe she truly didn’t want another relationship.

Maybe she just needed a hot guy to fuck every once in a while.

But I still had zero idea how to even get to a point where that kind of stuff was out in the open. Because there was absolutely no way Sarah would ever take the initiative to start something with me. On the contrary, I’d have to make all the moves, with my only source of information coming from her nonverbal body language, since I highly doubted she’d flat out tell me what she wanted.

Shit, why did this have to be so complicated?

Then again, I supposed that was the whole reason why Amber forced us both to admit we found the other attractive. Because, unlike me, she could pick up on the subtle cues Sarah was giving, and had taken the time to make me realize something I wouldn’t have otherwise noticed on my own.

And I also realized that Amber might be doing this because she actually needed this from me.

After all, she’d made it pretty clear she might try to hook me up if I didn’t fuck around on my own, and I was concerned that completely refusing to get more experience myself might actually push Amber away, since she could be really stubborn in certain situations. It was the reason why I was trying so hard to walk that line with her, trying to avoid being too intense, or doing anything that might make her backpedal and pull away from our budding relationship.

Which meant, I really needed to accept the bait Amber had offered and take some initiative here.

And hey, maybe I’d get lucky and make her jealous in the process.

Granted, I had no idea how Amber would react to sincere jealousy, but I felt like it could be a good thing long-term.

Sighing, I filled a plate with some cheesy broccoli and a sizzle steak, only to set it in front of Sarah, keeping my hand on the plate as I paused to speak.

“Hey,” I said gently, giving her all my attention, causing her to look up at me with wide eyes, looking like that deer in headlights again. “Not to put you on the spot, but if you ever want to hang out sometime, I’d be happy to keep you company.”

Holy fuck, Sarah’s face immediately flushed, and Amber grinned ear-to-ear like she couldn’t be more proud.

“S-Sure,” the chick stammered, forcing herself to continue holding my gaze, even though her face was turning even brighter red. “I’d really like that,” she admitted.

“Sounds good,” I agreed, letting go of her plate and turning around to fix one for Amber too.

I could hear Amber whisper to her short friend behind my back. “I’ll give you his number later, so you can chat whenever.” She then raised her voice, so it was more obvious that I was meant to hear too. “He’s actually going to move back closer to home and go to school someplace around here.”

“Oh, really?” Sarah said, sounding like she was directing her words toward me. “Was something wrong with the other school?”

I glanced over my shoulder, seeing Amber’s emerald gaze on me, expecting me to take over the conversation. “Umm, it was fine,” I admitted, giving Sarah my attention, her bright blue eyes looking sincerely concerned. “Just don’t think it’s worth the expense. I could get the same education for much less if I just went somewhere In-State.”

Sarah nodded in understanding. “Yeah, I actually regret getting my degree Out-of-State,” she admitted, taking a deep breath. “Now I have a ton of student loan debt, and almost no way to pay for it.”

“Oh?” I replied, setting a plate down for Amber. “What did you major in?”

She frowned. “History,” she said with a grimace. “Which means the best job I could probably get is a curator at a museum.” She paused to shake her head. “And you know how much those people make when they have a degree, versus when they don’t?”

“No idea,” I replied.

“Fifty cents,” she stated flatly. “A whole half dollar for having a four-year education. Biggest waste of money of my life.”

I nodded as I got myself a plate. “Yeah, when I was looking through the degree options, I kind of felt like most of them were useless,” I commented, only to glance over my shoulder at her, afraid she’d take offense, since I was kind of indirectly calling her dumb for majoring in history.

Instead, she gave me a small smile. “Yeah, wish I’d realized that when I was first starting,” she agreed. “But everyone was just saying that it didn’t matter and that the only important thing was getting the four year education.” She then scoffed, glancing at Amber as she held up a piece of cheesy broccoli on her fork. “You know, when we got my car, the guy selling to us was talking about how he had a bachelor’s in architecture and a master’s in leadership, or some shit like that. Now he works as a car’s salesman, since everyone wants experience, and he can’t even get hired for an entry-level position, never mind the fact that his master’s degree is too vague and architecture stuff is too competitive.” She paused to take a bite of her food.

I decided to grab the stool next to Amber and pull it around to the other side so I could face them as we ate, prompting another wink from Amber for some reason.

“Yeah,” the busty blonde agreed, focusing on Sarah. “I was actually only going to get the graphic design degree initially, but my dad was kind of like ‘What are you going to do with that?’ and I realized there weren’t exactly a ton of jobs that it led to. Aside from risky freelance stuff, where getting customers can be difficult.” She shrugged. “So I’m doing business too, since I kind of want to have the skills from both.”

I frowned at that, recalling what Amber admitted earlier about studying and passing her exams, even though she was sucking and fucking for most of her assignments. It caused me to suspect that her interest in the material meant she was sincerely learning, especially since it sort of applied directly to her online porn business, whereas she was very much not interested in doing all the pointless assignments most teachers gave out as busywork.

But it seemed obvious that when Amber graduated, she’d probably be just as knowledgeable as the students standing next to her, if not even more so compared to those who only did the assignments and never actually took the time to really understand the material.

In a weird way, I was willing to bet Amber was actually getting more out of her education than most, simply because she wasn’t wasting her time on all the pointless stuff.

“Makes sense,” Sarah replied, unexpectedly looking up endearingly at her. “Kind of wish I had my head on better like you both do.”

Amber laughed. “Nah, both our dads are just super practical is all. Ryan’s dad actually tried to get him to go to a trade school, instead of doing college.”

“Oh, really?” Sarah said in surprise, focusing on me.

I nodded. “Yeah, and honestly electricians and plumbers make amazing money, even just starting out.” I shrugged. “But long-term, it’s just not something I’m super interested in doing. Not that I have a problem with manual labor,” I quickly added. “But I just felt like career opportunities would be really limited, even if the money was great.”

Sarah laughed, being very intentional about eyeing my chest and arms. “Umm, yeah, I can see pretty clearly you don’t have a problem with manual labor,” she said cheerfully.

“He’s pretty hot, right?” Amber chimed in, not at all seeming worried about walking that line.

And sure enough, Sarah just laughed. “Don’t know how you even live in the same house together,” she chuckled. “If I had a guy living with me that hot, I don’t know if I could handle it.”

I glanced at Sarah’s hard lemonade, wondering if half the bottle was really enough to loosen this chick up this much. I mean, she was super tiny, and possibly drank on an empty stomach, so maybe that’s all it took to make her tipsy?

“I know, it’s rough!” Amber said playfully. “Sometimes I just want to forget how our parents would react to it,” she added, giving me a wink. “But his mom would kill me for sure.”

Sarah laughed more. “Oh, his mom would absolutely kill you. I love her to death, but I bet she’d shun even me, if she knew I had sex before marriage.”

Amber gasped playfully, as if she was truly shocked by that disclosure.

And while I knew they were just having good fun, I decided to interject before it got too out of hand and Amber sincerely said too much. “Okay, okay,” I sighed, pretending to be annoyed. “Enough teasing you two.”

Sarah laughed again. “Maybe I should see if his parents want to adopt me, so I can join in the fun,” she chuckled.

“Oh, you know his mom would adopt you in a heartbeat,” Amber chimed in. “And then you’d have a sexy younger man living with you.”

Sarah chuckled even more, only to shake her head and grab her hard lemonade. “You guys are so much fun,” she said cheerfully. “I hate it that it seems as if everyone I know is so uptight.” She scoffed, glancing at me. “I say anything even remotely dirty around my family, or even most of my friends, and they look at me like I’m a heathen. Like I’m the most perverted person on the face of the planet.”

Amber chimed in, so I didn’t have to respond. “Well, we’re pretty much in the same boat. Can’t say anything around our families either, but I personally don’t see anything wrong with being a little perverted.” She then laughed too. “Or even a lot perverted,” she added with a huge grin.

“Me either,” Sarah agreed with a serious pout, glancing at me again.

I just focused on eating my food, feeling the conversation had gone in a direction I didn’t know how to deal with, having no idea how serious Sarah was being right now.

Like, if Amber admitted we had actually crossed the line, would Sarah be cool with that? Or was she talking purely about making dirty jokes? Certainly, I felt like the average person our age wouldn’t think it was a big deal at all, even if Amber and I had grown up together, so maybe she really would be cool with it. But then that brought up the issue of her potentially having blackmail on us, since our parents would decisively not be cool with it.

Especially not with us practically living together at this point.

On the contrary, they definitely trusted us to not perceive the other as a romantic interest. And if they had thought that might be the case, then they never would have allowed Amber to start living with us. And I probably would have gotten an earful about how marrying her would be inappropriate for whatever arbitrary reason, likely pulling the ‘she’s practically your sibling’ card on me.

Thus, I just kept my mouth shut for now.

Thankfully, Amber kept up with the conversation. “So how late do you think you want to stay over?” she wondered casually.

Sarah froze solid, her expression dropping. “Umm, well, how late can I stay?” she asked quietly.

Amber shrugged, glancing at me. “Honestly, I’d be okay if you wanted to just stay the night, but it’s up to you.”

Sarah nodded slowly, beginning to poke at her food with her fork. “Umm, yeah, if you wouldn’t mind…”

“Kind of depends on what you want to do though,” Amber added, seeming oddly cryptic.

Sarah only nodded. “R-Right,” she said hesitantly.

Amber then glanced at me expectantly, prompting me to speak up, realizing our earlier plans were out the window at this point.

Oh well.

“I think it’d be fun to hang out,” I agreed, causing Sarah to look up at me in surprise. “You seem like a lot of fun, and honestly we didn’t really have any plans. The most we were probably going to do was watch a movie later.”

“Are you sure?” she asked hesitantly, seeming to really direct her question toward me.

I glanced at my blonde friend as I responded. “Yeah, that’s totally cool. I’m fine with whatever.”

Amber gave me a reassuring smile, before focusing down at her plate. “Ugh, I’m kind of full already. I think I might be done for now. Want to save room for hot chocolate.”

“Yeah, I’m kind of stuffed too,” Sarah admitted quietly, seeming like she didn’t have much of an appetite to begin with.

“Hey Ryan, mind cleaning up while we head up to my room for a bit?”

I nodded, trying not to wonder too much about Sarah stiffening in her seat as her face flushed. “Umm, yeah. Sure thing, Amber.”

“Great,” she said cheerfully, only to stand right up and pat her petite friend on the back.

Sarah immediately grabbed her hard lemonade, chugged the last of it, and then slammed it down a little too hard as she slid off her seat. “Oops, sorry,” she whispered.

“It’s fine,” Amber said reassuringly, wrapping her arms around the girl’s slim shoulders. “Come on.”

I watched them walk away, unable to help but focus on their tight asses, Sarah’s being much smaller but still plump and juicy, definitely feeling like they were up to something, but having no idea what it could be.

Deciding to finish off my food, I then proceeded to grab containers to stash away their leftovers, only to clean up the kitchen as well.

Once I was done, I wasn’t really sure what to do, so I headed to my room to get on my laptop, figuring Amber would come get me whenever she wanted to hang again. I had to admit, I paused in the hallway after I reached the top of the stairs, but I couldn’t hear anything coming from her bedroom, so I just shrugged it off and stepped into my own room.

Thankfully, I didn’t have to wait too long, as there was a knock on my door barely five minutes later.

“Come in,” I called out, unsurprised when it was Amber who opened the door. “What’s up?” I then wondered, realizing she looked kind of somber.

“Can we talk for a second?” she asked hesitantly.

My brow furrowed at that, uncertain of what could have caused the change in her demeanor in only the last five minutes. “Yeah, of course, Amber. What’s up?”

She sighed as she stepped into the room and closed the door behind her, only to move over to my bed and have a seat. I closed my laptop and twisted in my chair to give her my attention, wondering what was wrong.

Amber took another deep breath and then let it out slowly. “So, I need to tell you something, and I’m a little worried about how you’ll react to it.”

I tried to lighten the mood. “You and Sarah are actually a couple,” I teased.

She smiled weakly at that. “Ha. No, we’re not. I definitely would have told you about something like that.”

“Figures,” I scoffed in mock disappointment.

She smirked a little more, but still seemed hesitant. “No, we’re not a couple,” she repeated. “But I was kind of misleading when I said I don’t have any female clients.”

I froze solid in my seat. “Wait, you mean?”

She grimaced. “Umm, yeah. I don’t really consider her a client though, since I don’t charge her at all.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “I…I don’t understand,” I admitted.

She sighed heavily. “So basically, she’s suspected her husband has been cheating for a long time, and they haven’t had sex in forever. Not in at least six months. And rarely before that.”

“Okay?” I said simply, just waiting to hear more.

“And she’s been really depressed about it. Like, really depressed. It’s why I took my time coming downstairs. I didn’t figure it was that urgent, since it’s not unusual for her to be bummed, and wanted to make sure I douched in case she wanted me to make her feel better later on.”

“Fuck, Amber,” I said in surprise.

“I’m sorry for not telling you,” she said sincerely. “And it wasn’t like I was trying to hide it or anything. It’s just, she’s literally my only female client, literally the only reason I now own a strap-on, and I’ve only fucked her four times total in the five months since I’ve known her.”

“So about once a month then,” I pointed out.

She paused at that, only to grimace. “Sorry. I guess you’re right. I just fuck so much that I didn’t realize it was that frequent.”

“No, it’s…fine,” I replied hesitantly. “Like, it’s kind of hot, to be completely honest. But I just don’t understand how she even became a client in the first place. Or why you don’t charge her,” I added, just hoping she was being honest about it not being anything more serious than that.

Amber sighed. “I don’t charge her because she’s my friend,” she began, only to frown. “But I don’t do this for other friends either,” she quickly clarified, only to take a deep breath and backtrack. “Let me just start from the beginning. Basically, we got close, and she admitted she’s kind of a sex addict, and it was really rough for her staying faithful to her husband when they never fuck. She even admitted she was so desperate that she’d let a chick fuck her, and actually kind of preferred that, since she thought she might feel less guilty afterward.”

I cleared my throat, shifting in my seat slightly, but otherwise didn’t say anything.

Amber paused to sigh. “I actually really do like her as a friend, and felt bad for her.” She paused. “I kind of teased her about buying a strap-on to take care of her needs, and could immediately see in her eyes how desperate she wished I wasn’t joking.” She shrugged. “So I decided to do it. And she was much happier afterward, and it’s kind of fun having her wrapped around my finger.”

I had to admit, my cock was really hurting at this point from straining against my jeans, which Amber gracefully ignored.

I cleared my throat again. “So, she’s sort of a friend with benefits then,” I commented, only to pause when she shrugged. “And how does that even work anyway?” I wondered. “Especially since it sounds like you’re not doing it for your own enjoyment.”

Amber sighed. “I just treat it like any other job. I focus on making her feel good, which mostly involves some kissing, and then a lot of fucking with the strap-on.” She paused. “Believe it or not, Sarah actually likes it really rough. She likes it best when I push her around, loves it when I pull her hair, absolutely melts when I bite her on the neck and inner thighs, and overall just wants to be fucked like a cheap whore.”

“That’s very charitable of you,” I commented.

She frowned. “I promise you I don’t do it for anyone else. And I wouldn’t do it for anyone else. We’re just a lot alike, both of us coming from very traditional backgrounds, except that she’s got morals holding her back from experiencing what she wants. And I just think she’s a ton of fun, and decided I wanted to do this for her.”

I nodded, pensive now as I thought about it.

“I’m really sorry I didn’t tell you sooner,” she replied. “Or that I was misleading earlier when you asked if I had female clients.”

“I mean, technically you didn’t say no,” I recalled. “You only said something like ‘You wish.’”

She nodded. “Yeah, because I really don’t take on female clients. She’s the only exception. And like I said, I don’t charge her. But I do treat her more like a client. Just one I’m also friends with outside of the bedroom.”

“Okay,” I replied simply, taking a deep breath. “So why are you telling me this? Is it because you’re going to be hanging with her for the rest of the night, instead of me?”

Amber perked up a little, unexpectedly regaining her confidence as she got a mischievous glint in her eye. “Nope, actually it’s because I’ve decided to give you some homework.”

I gawked at her. “I didn’t realize you were my teacher,” I hedged.

She laughed at that. “Oh, baby, I am very much your teacher. Your sex teacher. And I’ve got a cute chick waiting in my room who needs a good fucking.” She paused. “I’ll probably fuck her too, after you’re done, just to make sure she’s completely satisfied in case you aren’t rough enough, but I figured this was the perfect opportunity for you to get some experience fucking someone who has different needs.”

I couldn’t believe this was really happening. Couldn’t believe she was serious right now.

“And…she doesn’t like, know about us, right?” I said hesitantly.

“Hell no,” Amber hissed, looking appalled. “I mean, realistically she’d probably think it was hot as hell, since she already thinks it’s super kinky that we live together, but I’m not going to chance that. The most we’ll be doing is sharing her, again like she’s a cheap whore. That’s what she wants. And needs.”

“So I’m really supposed to be rough?” I said in disbelief.

She nodded. “Yeah, I mean, obviously don’t hit her hard enough to leave a bruise, but she loves being spanked, and loves being bitten and pushed around.” Amber grinned. “Seriously man, she’s a lot of fun. You almost can’t be rough enough with her.”

I still couldn’t believe this. “Will I even be able to fit in her?” I asked seriously, thinking about how small she was compared to me.

Amber laughed. “Oh baby, you should see the strap-on I use! You’ll definitely fit. Just take control and assert your dominance a little to get her wet, and you’ll be fine.”

“Amber, I’m really not sure if I can do this. What you’re saying she wants kind of goes against everything I’ve ever been told about women.”

Amber frowned. “Ryan, you’re just going to have to trust me, okay? She’ll act nervous and maybe even a little scared, but if you asked her to leave, she’d beg to stay. So I need you to man up and fuck this chick for me, okay? And then send her to my room after she cums at least once, so I can finish the job.”

“Shit,” I hissed, my cock already feeling like it was going to explode.

Amber stood up. “Ready for me to send her in?” she asked seriously, almost sounding like she wasn’t really asking a question, but more telling me her expectation -- she was sending her in, and I needed to be ready.

I sighed. “Yeah, I guess. I’ll do my best.”

She grinned, only for her tone to become lusty. “Do a good enough job, and I’ll reward you later on,” she promised playfully.

“With what?” I wondered seriously.

She grinned widely. “While you’re fucking her, I’ll get my computer set up to record in my room, so you can watch me fuck her later.”

“Shit, Amber,” I said in shock.

“Don’t worry,” she replied reassuringly. “I won’t tell her, and I won’t use it for anything. It’ll just be for you, and only you.”

“And we can fuck while watching it?” I said hopefully.

She grinned. “Well, of course, silly!” she said cheerfully. “Anything for my baby.”

I gulped, taking a shaky breath. “O-Okay, I guess send her in then.”

She chuckled. “Don’t look so nervous,” she teased as she headed for the door. “And don’t forget to do a good job,” she added more seriously. “Otherwise I might not reward you.”

I nodded, trying to get into the mindset I’d need to have to make this happen. My tone was firmer as I replied. “I’ll fuck her brains out,” I promised.

“That’s more like it,” she praised. “She’ll be around in a minute.” And with that, she closed the door behind her and slipped down the hallway.

I couldn’t help but start feeling nervous once she was gone, but then I thought again about what Amber said, recalling that I’d have to pull this chick’s hair, push her around, and maybe even bite her and such. Which meant, I really did need to treat her like a cheap whore, like a chick that was a sex doll to be used and nothing else.

Trying to put aside the uneasy feeling that gave me, not feeling as if anyone should ever be treated like that, I stood up and reminded myself that this was what she needed.

Sarah wanted this.

She needed it.

And now that I was thinking back to how she first looked at me when I opened the door, almost as if I was a male stripper, or a magazine model about to sweep her off her feet, I realized how true that really was. Especially when thinking about everything else she’d said that evening as well.

She was a kinky sex addict, and wanted someone to dominate her, guy or girl, only to toss her aside afterward -- no commitments, no relationships, just a quick rough fuck and then she went back to her normal life.

Shit.

She literally just wanted to be used.

When my door unexpectedly cracked open a minute later, and then when I finally laid eyes on Sarah a second after, seeing that she’d removed her sweater, now just wearing a pink camisole and looking as vulnerable as hell with her hands clasped tightly in front of her, I suddenly realized something important.

I could do this.

No, my confidence was greater than that, especially after fucking Amber so much, and having her do so many things to me. Like assaulting me with kisses, slapping my ass, pushing me around, and most importantly acting like a haughty bitch toward me.

Yeah, I could do that for someone else.

I had this.

I was going to make this chick whimper and cum hard, and make it so Amber was beyond impressed with my performance. Then I was going to get to watch this chick get fucked a second time later on, by my slutty friend no less, with me looking forward to this potentially becoming a regular competition to see who could do the better job.

Fuck yeah, between the two of us, this chick was never going to be unsatisfied ever again.

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