A male friend of mine is actually a virgin. I feel like I’ve known him forever. My previous entries should have given you a clue that I’m the polar opposite of him. Because of my naturally high sex positivity and strong sex drive, I find sexual encounters to be extremely satisfying.
Every opportunity I’ve had, I’ve made a point of making him feel very silly. Mostly because I know it excites him, but also because I understand he won’t really do anything about it. In reality, all I want to do is watch him get too giddy and irritated by his sexual desires. I’ve helped him relieve sexual tension through handjobs before. Although I am a troll, I am not a blue-eyed jackass. What you did was extremely cruel.
We sat in the parking lot of the shopping center. I had consumed a pot edible about 30 minutes prior, and its effects were just starting to kick in. It was just the two of us talking, but I noticed that his gaze kept wandering to my chest and legs. It’s no secret that I like to dress provocatively when I go out. I like being the center of interest.
To mock him, I began to move around in my seat. I raised my dress a few inches, encircled my thighs with my hands, made coy eye contact, and bit my lip. Everything one would do to signal a desire to “fuck,” basically.
I could see that he was becoming increasingly agitated, and he was clearly not going to budge. Whenever we first meet, it’s me who strikes up conversation. I finally decided to go for it and stick my hands up there.
He warned me that it had been a few weeks since he’d cummed (which is startling to me because I cummed several times a day). To make sure he wasn’t injured, I peeled back his foreskin and rubbed the back of his head with my thumb. He quickly blew a huge load, which landed on my hand and into his pants. That was the most intense range of feelings I can remember experiencing all at once. He thanked me and gave me a good cumm. One reason why I find virgins so charming is because of this. I felt warmed by the sincerity of the gratitude for even a small favor.
Since there was nothing in the car with which to clean him, I had to actually rub as much of my hands as I could over his dick, balls, and thighs. As I pulled back my hand and rubbed the remaining portion on my thighs, I asked if he was prepared to head inside the mall to clean up and finish shopping.
When I turned around to look at him, he had a bright red face from embarrassment. The mess on his sweatpants was impressive. It looked like he had urinated on himself, and he was freaking out. He asked me to go out and get him some new clothes.
I made it clear I wasn’t going to the mall drunk and alone. I made him wear a hoodie I stole from the trunk tied around his waist as a makeshift blanket to hide his area. We parked conveniently close to the entrance of the department store so that we could run inside and pick up a new pair of jeans.
Even though he was nervous and awkward as we walked through the mall, I couldn’t help but find him attractive. It was very endearing and attractive to me that he was slouching around below.
I slid my hand down behind him as he was picking out sweatpants from the rack and cuddled him tight. Almost instantly, he toughened up, and the gloomy, sticky atmosphere only added to my good spirits. We just stared at the scene in awe for a while. I picked out the pants he liked and paid for them at the nearest register while he went to try them on.
After we met, I simply unlocked the door and told him to undress. Despite initial embarrassment and reluctance, he did so. He was about to change into clean clothes when he saw the chaos that still needed to be cleaned up. After I told him to, he got to his feet and knelt. Almost twenty minutes were spent cleaning up by sucking his dick and licking his balls, taint, and thighs. This time he actually got inside my mouth. It wasn’t as much, but I loved it just the same. I had given him many handjobs over the years, but this was the first blowjob.
He changed into his new underwear while I went to throw away the old ones. We kept on window-shopping and browsing the aisles.
A FRIEND in need is a friend indeed