Unspoken Pleasure

“Sam?” Jen laughed. “I can see that. She doesn’t look like the kind of girl who minds getting her hands dirty. Probably didn’t even have to worry about what clothes to wear. She looks like that every”

“Jen.” I turned around, putting my back to Sam and speaking lower. “I’ve told you about that. Why do you always pick on her?”

“Why do you always defend her?”

“Because she’s my best friend.”

“Men and women can’t be best friends. One of them always ends up wanting it to be more.”

“Wise for your eighteen years,” I told her.

“It’s true.” She sighed. “You hang with her because she’s like a guy, but without the attitude, and she hangs with you because she … well, she proves my point.”

“That again? Come on, Jen. I’ve told you Sam’s just a buddy.”

“You see it that way. But anyway, thank you so much for helping me with this, Justin! Earth Day’s in the middle of the week, so this Saturday is really the best chance we had to get a lot done.”

“No problem.” Sensing movement, I looked over my shoulder to see Sam slipping her sneakers back on. “So, what are you doing tonight? My mom is leaving in a few hours.”

Sam got up and putting her Red Sox cap on backwards she grabbed her trash bag and headed for another clump of bushes leaving the backpack behind.

“Well, seeing it’s going to take a good part of the day up here, we thought we would make the most of it and throw a little party, make a fire, hang out, have some fun.”

“Really?” Recalling Rob was there, I felt more than a twinge of unease. “How about I come up?”

“Well …” Jen paused, and the twinge grew into a twisting sensation in my stomach.

“Well, what?”

“Look, Justin, sometimes I just want to hang out with friends and, you know, not always be with someone.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I said, raising my voice and glancing over at Sam to see if she had noticed, but she was on her knees pulling beer bottles out from underneath the bushes.

“Hey, don’t get mad, baby,” Jen purred. “I just want to chill with some people I haven’t seen in a while, okay?”

“I just figured-”

“Now, tomorrow, on the other hand,” she said, giggling, “rumor has it my hot boyfriend is going to have his place all to himself until the next day. Hmmm.”

My jealousy was quickly replaced by another twinge, but this one lower than my stomach.

“You know, Justin, you’ve been so sweet about waiting for me, I think it’s time you and I got a lot closer.”

“You do?” It wasn’t exactly smooth, but I couldn’t think about anything but Jen in my bed looking up at me with those big blue eyes, her naked body moving against mine.

“I do, baby. I have some things to do in the morning, but how about I come over around three?”

“Yeah, that sounds great.”

“I’ll see you then, baby.” Jen released a sweet sigh into the phone that caused my cock to throb and added, “I’m going to so make it worth you waiting.”

Jen had no idea how long I had really waited. Grinning like an idiot, I said, “I’m sure you’ll more than make it up to me.”Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

“Oh, I will, and I have to thank you for your help today, too, so I’ll have to find something fun to wear, and come up with a proper way to show my appreciation.”

I was hard as a rock from just her talking about coming over and had to adjust my shorts around my aching dick.

“Justin, speaking of your help … You know there’s a little competition going on at school for which team can do the most clean-up this weekend?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, seeing you’re going to get done so early, would you mind doing that little playground over on Smith Street?”

“Um, well, I was thinking of-” I started.

“Please, baby? I’ll be ever so grateful.”

“Well, maybe-”

“I’ll give you a special treat.” She gave that cock-stirring giggle again.

“Treat?” I repeated. Please mean what I think you mean!

“Sure, I figure if you’re going to clean for me I should get all dirty for you.” She sighed. “I’ve been thinking about giving you a nice blow job for awhile now, would that be a good reward?”

“I-hell, yeah!” I exclaimed, not caring if I sounded like an excited little kid.

“Yeah, baby, you want to feel these lips before those lips?” Jen laughed. “I do like to suck cock. Hopefully you’ll return the favor, you know, a kiss for a kiss.”

“That would only be fair,” I said, trying to sound more casual.

“I’m all about fair, Justin. But I just called to say hi and see how you were making out. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“I look forward to it,” I replied. But she had already ended the call.

“Goddamn.” I put the phone back on the clip at my hip and forced myself to stand up.

Keeping my back to Sam, I adjusted the bulge in my shorts and turning, I picked up the container covering the remaining sandwich and slipped it into the backpack.

I slung it over my shoulder and I tried not to let my mind run wild with thoughts of what tomorrow would bring. A blow job before sex would get me off the hook for being quick. I wondered if Jen would swallow or spit, or maybe jack me off on her amazing tits.

I took a deep breath, pushing thoughts of Jen from my mind. I needed to start helping Sam before she started bitching, and do it without an obvious hard-on. My mind already on oral sex, I thought of what Sam had done with the banana and caught myself wondering if she swallowed? The thing about Sam was that if I asked, she would probably answer me, and fairly crudely.

Sam got upset when she was considered one of the guys, but she brought it on herself with the way she dressed and her language. Some of my friends and I had debated whether she was a freak or all talk. Personally, my feeling was she would be a wild ride, but not with just anyone. Sam had been with two guys that I knew of and had dated both for months before putting out.

“Hey! Helping is one thing, but I’m not doing this shit by myself,” she called out.

“That what you told your last boyfriend?” I joked. A quick check showed my cock was under control. I turned around in time for her retort.

“Coming from the king of doing it himself?”

“Laugh it up, Sam. You won’t be able to make those jokes after tomorrow.”

“What do you mean?” She stood up from the bush she was in front of and wiped the dirt from her jeans.

“That was Jen. She’s coming over tomorrow afternoon, and she’s ready.”

“She’s always ready,” Sam quipped, but she didn’t smile. Instead, she turned serious. “You sure she’s not messing with you? She promised you last month, too, remember? Then all of a sudden she needed to do something with her parents.”

“That was different. She told me after that she was just nervous. Nope, tomorrow is the day, Sam.”

“Are you sure you want to with her, Justin? I don’t think she’s really into you.”