“She gave you a blowjob?” Dana sat back on the couch and pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose. “Then you slept with her?”

The smile on her face was not what Brad had expected. He lifted the glass of red to his lips before answering. “Yeah. It was more her taking me along for the ride, really.”

“Right on this couch?” Her green eyes peered at him through loose strands of red curls that had escaped the clutches of her ponytail. “This very couch.”

“You’re not angry?”

Dana’s tongue slowly slipped across her lips as her hands played either side of her in circles on the leather couch. “Why would I be angry?” Her black skirt came down to mid-calf where her nyloned right foot was flat on the carpet. Her left bounced with her leg crossed over her right towards him. “Blowjobs are hot.”

He sat facing her on a backwards kitchen chair as though the dark wooden slats of the chair back would be some sort of shield had she been angry. Straightening up, he shrugged.

“My two best friends, both gorgeous, had hot sex on this couch. This should be celebrated.” She pushed one of the strands of hair from her face to look more directly at him.

“Gorgeous,” he said with raised eyebrows, “Look who’s talking. Wait? Are you turned on? Priscilla and I are still just friends. Not like we’re dating or anything…”

“I know.” She patted the couch beside her. “Come sit here.”

Just the command had him rising, but he stopped before lifting a foot over his straddled chair. “Why?”

“I’m not going to bite.”

He lifted the leg.

“Well, not hard, anyway. You know what, you’re just going to have to stand right here.” Uncrossing her legs, she spread them apart. Her skirt rode up to just under her knees.

He stood in front of her and pushed her skirt up her thighs to where he could see the lacy stocking tops. “No, wait, I’m not going to…”

She interrupted with her hands at the zipper of his jeans. “I’ve always been curious how big you are.”

He stood and just watched her work his jeans and belt open. “One thing last night taught me was not to say no to a friend.”

“Is it weird that I’m turned on knowing you two played? Now I want to give you a blowjob.” She tugged down on his black briefs. “Holy fuck, that’s awesome. I always knew.”

“I guess it’s good to have friends,” he whispered.

Her green eyes locked with his blues as her mouth opened to wrap her lips around his shaft.

“I’m starting to get used to this…of fuck, yeah,” his words trailed off from the enjoyment of wet and warm.

Dana used only her mouth on the shaft. Her hands reached around to his ass and pulled him closer. Lips moved further on him until her tongue was able to slip out and lightly lap at his scrotum.

“Shit, no one has taken me that deep before.”

“Mmmm.” Before gagging, she pulled back and started again. Hands releasing his ass, they moved around to assist her mouth with its work. Taking her mouth off him, her right hand lifted his cock out of the way so she could kiss, lick, and suck on his balls.

Brad locked eyes with her, resting his hand on the back of her head to direct her to take it back in.

She did not argue, nor resist, as her lips again opened over the tip and sucked him in deep again.

He shuddered. “Ummm…should I warn you before…”

Pulling his cock from her mouth, she held it a couple of inches from her face and aimed at her mouth. A moment later, she caught the first stream of white on her tongue. The second was lashed onto her left cheek and the third on her chin. Still stroking, she grinned up at him and swallowed.

“Fuck, that was awesome.”

“Seems you weren’t the only one that thought so,” she said with a laugh and pointed to the window behind him.

Turning, Brad looked out the window to see a couple on the balcony of the next building over…about twenty feet away.

They both smiled back and raised the beer cans in their hands.

Brad blushed and waved.

“We may have to invite them the next time,” Dana whispered. “We can use more friends.”

Feeling his cock rising again, just looking at the female on the other balcony, Brad turned back around. “I suspect her blowjobs aren’t as good as yours.”

Dana shrugged. “Should we invite them over now to find out?”

Brad smirked. “Yes.” He turned around again, but they were already gone. “Well, maybe next time.”

“Yeah,” Dana agreed rising to her feet. Her hand wrapped around his erection. “Take me to your bedroom, Earthling.”

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