Enhanced Version of "Friends?" Part 1.
Emmett and Quan decided that being "just friends with benefits" is better than being romantic partners.
Quan and I ended our relationship in 2021 after eight years together. He and I were not a good match because I was advancing in my career as a nurse while he was still in the Navy, content with what he had.
"Do you have anyone in your life now?" Quan asked me a few weeks after our separation.
Though we were no longer together, we still had mutual respect, and we could be friendly and civil.
That question about his love life led to us discussing our lives, from Quan losing family members to Quan to me buying a new house, a new car, and getting a better job in a convalescent home. My life was going uphill, while his was struggling.
"I haven't been with anyone since you," Quan said.
I was still single, though I could choose any of the many admirers I had, but I wasn't interested in casual sex.
"So you're still a virgin," Quan joked.
I laughed because it was true, and I didn't really mind.
"I have an idea," he suggested. "Let's do like we used to."
I didn't understand what he meant until he explained that he just wanted to have sex now and then.
"That works as long as we're both single," I told him.
I had needs, and even though we could never be a couple, our sexual attraction was strong enough to maintain the occasional encounter. Being together without commitments or having to settle for less than we wanted suited both of us.
"Can we make it happen tomorrow?" he asked me on a Friday.
I laughed as I originally had plans to go out with friends, but that big cock was tempting, and I didn't want to miss it.
"Sure, 6 pm? Are you coming here or should I go to yours?" I asked while I told my friends about the change in plans.
I showed no hesitation as I thought about being with Emmett again, and how amazing it felt to be taken.
The time arrived, and I sat on my porch as he pulled up in his pickup truck. The 35-year-old slim man got out with a new haircut and beard trimmed to my liking.
"You really came to impress, but it's just me," I said.
I stood up to greet him, then we hugged and kissed.
"Why didn't we stay together?" I asked.
"Quan, you already know the answer," he said.
We sat back down and talked. We discussed our lives, the sun setting, and the world around us as the country silence closed in.
"Eric Benet has always been your favorite," he mentioned as I played one of his songs.
I loved the way Benet's voice would send shivers down my spine. I left Quan on the porch to grab two glasses, ice, and a jar of Blanton's, our favorite bourbon. I poured drinks and returned to the table on my porch.
"We should have done this earlier," he said.
I ignored his comment because I was already tipsy due to my size and age, but I was still a "lightweight" when it came to liquor.
"Nothing changes," he said.
Emmett finished his second drink, then stood up and walked toward me.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"Don't you know?" he answered.
I smiled at his boldness, knowing that the alcohol had loosened him up. His shorts dropped, and I leaned forward, stroking his hard penis.
"Make it nice and hard for me," he said as the music and nature's sounds played on.
I shut my eyes and sucked, reminding him of what he'd been missing and how no woman had ever treated his dick like me. I moved at different speeds, pulled hard, licked the tip, and took it right to the back of my throat in that rhythm, often moistening his cum shooter to the sync of the music. He then pulled off my shirt, making me pause before he tossed it into the yard. He slid his massive dick between my breasts.
"You're still a dirty boy," he said to me.
He rocked his hips gently, and I pressed my chest together, placing my tongue at the tip of his cock each time he thrust upward. The precum poured out with each yank, and so he could only stand it for five minutes before he knelt to feed my bosom.
"I'm just as naughty as you," I responded.
Emmett was well aware of how much I enjoyed my nipples played with: licked, sucked, bitten, and sometimes even tugged. He did it all while the music continued, creating a lovely backdrop for us to caress each other's bodies. Emmett knew that licking my left nipple would make me cum instantly, and so he teased me until I had to pull away, subsequently stripping my clothes off.
"We're about to have sex on the porch," I told him.
We didn't care where we were, for our animal attraction for each other was unending. He also got undressed and settled into the rocking chair where I had initially been. I kneeled between his legs, paying his member another oral visit.
"Damn, your dick is so thick," I remarked as I marveled at the impressive girth, as when he was fully hard, it was quite a challenge to take him inside my mouth.
He didn't hold me back, and I loved the challenge, knowing all along I wanted to open up my entire ass.
"Come sit on it," he instructed.
I did, believing I wouldn't need any lubrication as he had gotten me wet just by thinking of him.
I got back up, turned around, and spread my buttocks wide before slowly sitting on his lap. Then, his organ slid inside my hole, causing an immediate wince due to the initial stretch as his last partner had filled me up. I lowered myself onto him completely, wincing once more due to the intense stretch, but he massaged my chest and tugged my neck to soothe me.
"Relax, sweetheart," he urged.
I was trying to become accustomed to him again as I laid back and gripped his legs. The wind picked up a bit and I slowly swayed, just rocking back and forth as his thick knob pressed against my prostate and into my rectum. I stopped breathing a couple of times as his head pressed against my prostate, with the second time him massaging my boobs, and me pushing forwards in response to the urge to urinate.
"Emmett, darling," I implored as my buttocks clung to his cock, feeling as though it was splitting my ass in two. "Your dick has got my pussy in a turmoil."
"Doing my job. Just shut up and hump, darling," he instructed.
As I kept humping, the sensation ran through me, culminating in powerful orgasms. Unable to remain silent, I yelled as my ass muscles contracted around his organ and my body shook from the sheer pleasure. I bounced up and down slowly on the gigantic man who was about six feet one and 170 pounds, pouring sweat due to my extremes of excitement. I was full of pride that I could handle a man like him - strong, sturdy, with a lengthy sex drive, and his powerful tool always managed to tame me. I believed I could ride it like a playground jump-rope, screaming loudly as each ascent felt like a new explosion of happiness.
"Loud ass. Just ride that dick, Quean," he told me.
It felt like I was imitating porn stars, galloping up and down as each time I rose, his head swiped against the correct spot. I kept it up as best I could, knowing he could always make me shoot.
"We've gone back to how things used to be," he said to me, pulling me down to his face and spreading my buttocks wide while he pushed up, beginning an energetic pounding.
I couldn't stay quiet if I tried, for he was slamming it so well that I would ejaculate all over the porch, watching the semen spout from my small penis. He then pushed me down to my knees, and finished me off by pummeling me as he fucked me for less than a minute. I felt my prostate contract as I gushed spirit-stirring fluids all over the veranda floor.
"Your dick feels even better now than it did before," I observed.
My body shook as I lay limp on my stomach, whooshed onto the damned porch.
"I've never experienced you like this before," I told him.
He chuckled, explaining that we'd never been apart for so long or desired each other this much. I pondered over his words later when he was gone, recognizing that the absence between us had deepened our emotions for one another and enabled us to engage in these intense encounters more often than when we were together. While lying in bed, I massaged my opening and sniffed the remnants of his semen from my now-puffy manhood, ultimately climaxing as he reignited my arousal.
Simply breaking up was all it took to reach this stage.
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