Yeah, the story of my life.

Friendship is something to cherish, especially when that friendship has lasted for many years. I have been good friends with my male friend Evan for about eleven years. In my past history with him, we've actually dated, but both realized that our relationship works best to keep it as just friends rather than to be in a committed relationship with each other. We also agreed that we wouldn't cross the line as friends, as we didn't want to jeopardize our relationship. Well, about two years ago, he moved out of state with his new girlfriend, as his girlfriend needed to move with her job, so both her and Evan mutually agreed to move together. For Evan, it was simple enough for him to relocate to any part of the United States, as his career is centered on consulting with large firms via the internet. So anyway, we kept in touch for almost two years while he's about 600 miles away. Then one day, I get a phone call from Evan at the airport with him stating that things didn't work out with his girlfriend, and that he's on his way back, since he had left family and friends behind in the state he first lived in, and there was simply nothing keeping him 600 miles away. I felt pretty bad to hear of his mishap with his girlfriend, especially that he hadn't mentioned anything going wrong with his relationship earlier. I consoled him and told him that everything was going to be alright. I asked him if he needed to stay over our place for a few days, and as happy as he was for me to offer, he declined my proposition and instead told me that he was going to stay with his brother for a week until he was finally able to get into his own place. After Evan got himself somewhat situated, he couldn't wait to get together and catch up on the past two years that we somewhat missed, even though we did keep in touch, but we weren't that close, with no pun intended there. On the third day, Evan finally came over, and what I thought might have been a gossip catch up turned out to be something more than that. I'll explain:

Evan arrived at my home and greeted me with a big hug. He even brought over a bottle of wine for Jimmy and I, even though it was only late morning, and he wasn't expecting to stay over for dinner. I didn't mind if he did, and I always left the door open for him to stay over for dinner regardless. So anyway, we sat down and just started talking, as we usually had done whenever we had gotten together. Jimmy was out working on a project, so it was only the two of us at home. I was hesitant to ask Evan about what had gone wrong with the relationship with his girlfriend, so I didn't even touch the subject. To the contrary, Evan somehow started on the subject anyway. I won't get into detail about what the cause of the breakup was, but all I can say is that once he got on the subject and I could tell he was hurting, it was time to open up the wine bottle. He insisted that it be saved for Jimmy and I, but I told him he couldn't argue with me as I let out a little laugh. I continued to laugh and told him that he was in my home, so whatever I say goes. He laughed too, and finally let me be the boss. I took out the cork bottle opener, and gently took the cork out of the wine bottle. I then poured it for both of us in one of my beautifully handcrafted crystal wine glasses. I normally don't drink wine that early in the day, as I usually only drink wine with dinner. So I figured, "desperate times call for desperate measures," and this was one of those times that wine would be the ultimate thing to go along with our conversation.

I happened to look at the clock on my wall and noticed that two hours had elapsed since I poured wine into the glasses the first time around. Yes, I admit we actually drank about a quarter of the bottle already, along with snacking on crackers and cheese that I set out on one of my platters. I know I had a noticeable buzz going on already, so I really didn't want to drink any more. With my buzzed behavior, I began to get pretty giggly and a bit flirtatious too. Evan also had a buzz going on. In other words, I was getting pretty horny from the darn wine. I figured I would break up the conversation a bit, so I excused myself to use the bathroom. I had to use it anyway, so I kind of hit two birds with one stone there. However, when I was done and as I left the bathroom and turned around the corner, I just about bumped into Evan. He stood before me with an apologetic look and finally had to tell me how sorry he was for spending so much time on the subject of his failed relationship, which essentially in my eyes, was in no way his fault. To my surprise, he stared me right in my eyes, and placed his hand gently on my cheek, almost caressing it. His face moved closer towards mine until his lips pressed lightly against mine. From there, the most passionate kiss emerged, none even close to when Evan and I were dating. I couldn't resist even though I felt that I didn't want to jeopardize my good friendship with him. It just simply felt he desired me. And boy, was I right! He interrupted the passionate kiss and told me that even though he values our relationship, he lusts after my body, and has fixated himself on it in a fantasy kind of way, until he finally felt like he needed to make his fantasy come true. He told me it was so long since he tasted my body, and doesn't quite remember how it tasted. I reminded him that it had been about ten years since he tasted it. Having felt horny now anyway for the last half of Evan's visit, I couldn't resist his desire to have my body at that moment. So with that, I grabbed his hand and led him into the bedroom.

Once we got into the bedroom, Evan gently directed me on the bed, as he climbed up on top of me where we resumed our passionate kiss. My pussy was so wet as I felt his hard bulge against my pubic bone. We finally stopped kissing when Evan removed my clothing one by one until I lied naked before him. He slowly licked his way down from my tits down to my wet pussy. Once he placed his wet tongue against my clit, I couldn't help but moan. If felt so nice. He ate my pussy out with different speeds and literally, intermittent suctions. It didn't take me long to orgasm right before him. It was quite a long orgasm I had as well. Next, he removed his clothing and he told him what a good friend I was to allow him to use my pussy. I figured he needed it anyway since he didn't have a girlfriend now, and probably hadn't been laid ever since he moved back. Yes, I had to pat myself on the back for being a really good friend to him. A good friend should always provide her pussy to him if he is in need, right? Or unless you think I'm an absolute nut, or even maybe a naughty slut? hehe. But, getting back to our sexual moment, Evan couldn't wait to insert his large cock into my wet pussy. Oh, and did I fail to mention how I forgot to tell you how big he is! You know, it's been a while since I've had his large horse cock. With my wet pussy lips and legs spread for him, he guided his large cock deep inside my pussy. He fucked me slowly but very intimately, as he said he was enjoying every square inch of my pussy. He then told me again how many times he had fantasized about fucking me during our "friendship," but again, he didn't want to break it. So finally, he thanked me for being a slut for him by allowing him to use my pussy like he was. I should also tell you that he knows I love being called a slut during sex; it really gets me excited and wet! Anyway, as I lifted my legs higher and as I told him how much I enjoyed him fucking me, it wasn't more than a minute before he let his load erupt from his large cock. And yes, he came right inside my wet pussy, leaving me a nice white creampie. The thought that lurked in my mind was how much I wanted Jimmy to see it, but it wasn't possible at the moment. After we were done, we both felt slightly guilty about "crossing the line" with each other, but that only lasted for about a minute. As I see it, allowing him to use my pussy was simply very erotic. Our spontaneous sexual moment was over, and it was time to get dressed.

Once we walked back to the living room, Evan had decided it was time for him to get going, as I insisted that he stay over for dinner. Unfortunately, he said, he had a family dinner engagement and didn't want to break it. So when I gave him a big hug and he was on his way out the door, guess who was on his way in? Jimmy. Jimmy was happy to see Evan as they always got along, but was sorry to see Evan leave already. Jimmy had said "bye" to him and that was the end of that visit. Jimmy walked in and had asked about Evan. I told him that we talked for a while and then he made me cum, and then he left a nice wet sticky creampie in my pussy. Jimmy thought I was just saying the sexual stuff to check if he was paying attention to me, but when I told him that it actually happened, he didn't believe me. I had to have Jimmy take his finger and feel my pussy just to see how wet it was and how stretched out it was. Then he finally believed me. Jimmy was so horny that he just had to take me into the bedroom on the bed and fuck me. Needless to say, I never expected to have Evan fuck me again, but will this make our friendship stronger, you know, to have a friend with benefits, or will it destroy our friendship. I'll have to keep you updated. Jimmy, on the other hand, just kept on telling me to have Evan as a boy toy. What do you think?

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