I've known my best friend for so long, I'm not even sure of when we met. All I know is that back then, I didn't even like girls yet. But she changed all that without trying. She was kind to me when no one else at school was. Oddly enough, I was the guy who became interested in a girl's personality before I was even interested with their bodies. But enough of that. We've been friends ever since, even after my unrequited love faded. And she's grown more beautiful every day since. I'll describe her for you then, shall I? She's about 5'4", with long brunette hair so dark it's almost black. Beautiful green eyes with slight flecks of gold throughout. Lips so soft it should be a crime and tits that she says are double-D's, but seem even bigger in my opinion.
Any who, she's a manager at a McDonald's whose location will not be disclosed. I happened to be in town one evening and decided I wanted to visit her and her girlfriend/fiancé (another good friend of mine and incredibly hot). It was late, however, and I figured they'd already be asleep. So I stopped off at McDonald's for a late night snack,quickly discovering that I'd picked her store without trying. I saw her giving out orders, doing her thing, and I had to smile.
"Hey, Megatron." I said to her back as I reached the counter, using a silly nickname I called her from time to time. I laughed at her expression when she turned around and saw me there. So, being me, I struck a silly pose with an eyebrow cocked and a hand on my chin.
"See somethin' you like?", I teased.
"Oh, yeah, lemme' tell you," she teased back. We played like this a lot. She pretending to flirt with me, and me hamming it up. We always seemed to get a kick out of it. "So, what're you doing here?" she asked, bringing me back to reality.
"I was in town and figured I'd come see my favorite girls." I reply. "Though I happened to pick this McDonald's by a mere coincidence. When do you get off?" I asked before adding cheekily "...of work?" with a wink.
She chuckled and started to say, "Actually, I get done here in a few-" she started to say before another manager walked up to her and pulled her aside, saying something I couldn't quite hear. A moment later, Meg walked back up to me with a look on her face that just screamed "FML".
"What happened?" I asked, expectantly.
"My jackass boss just told me I need to stay longer because somebody called in sick.", she told me.
"So... what? You're on cash register now?" I asked.
"Oh, no. Even better." she responded, voice heavy with sarcasm. "Window."
"Aai. For how long?" I asked sympathetically.
"'Til two-thirty.", she sighed. "'Cause that asshole" gesturing toward the other manager"-decided he's gonna' hold shit against me personally for no apparent reason. Why the hell I let him in my pants I'll never know.", she growled. I could see the strain the situation was putting on her, having formerly had a "friends with benefits" relationship with a co-worker and her own fiancé.
"Any way I can help?" I asked.
"Not really.... Thanks, though." she said. "Really, though..." she glanced around and then leaned closer to me conspiratorially "I seriously wanna' just go home, have a drink, and fuck Nikki." It caught me so off-guard that I laughed out loud, causing her to stand back up suddenly, looking around. "Well, I've gotta' head over there." she sighed. "You can go see Nikki, though. She should be at home."
As she walked back toward the back of the kitchen, I empathized for her. The place was dead. There really was no point in her having to stay. But, as I watched the aforementioned other manager leave, I realized the reason for my friend's suffering. The other guy didn't want to stick around. Seeing that there were literally only two other people in the place working and one guy in a corner booth on his laptop, I decided to go cheer her up.
I walked outside and around the side of the building to the window. When I got there, she was looking at something else, so I just put my elbows on the edge of the window, my face in my hands, and waited with a look that would have fit a cat with canary feathers sticking out of his mouth grin and waited for her to turn around. When she did, the look on her face was priceless.
"Heeeeey, Meg." I said. "I'm here to cheer you up." I smiled and she laughed.
"You're gonna' get me in trouble." she said, laughing in spite of herself. "So, what's new?" she asked.
We stood there and chewed the fat for quite a while, talking about lots of things, but eventually turning to our sex lives. We started telling our stories, each trying to out-do the other in ways of telling them. She with her tone, me with my phrasing. Before long, I realized that (to my chagrin) I had a raging hard-on. Fortunately, there was no way she could know.
Suddenly, she gave me a very strange look and asked me "So... when was the last time you got laid?" The question itself shouldn't have surprised me, but that in conjunction with the serious and quizzical look on her face made me bust out laughing.
"Well, if you must know," I started, "it was when I had a girlfriend. So... quite a while ago now." She chuckled, so I countered her. "And how's about you? When was the last time you got some?"
"To be honest," she said in sudden seriousness, "things withNikki have definitely cooled down to a once-or twice-a-week thing. Not sure why. That's why I'm so fucking horny lately." She laughed at her own bluntness.
"Well, that blows." I said. "I'd help, but ya' know.... Not part of the relationship."
"True." she laughed. "Though, maybe something new could spice things up." she added thoughtfully.
I laughed and asked her "That an invitation?", deciding to push my luck and run my hand up her arm.
She started tracing vaguely circular lines on my muscular chest through the t-shirt with her fingertips and thoughtfully said "Though I'm not sure if you're up to the task. We get pretty kinky."
I leaned in close and whispered in her ear, "How about I come in there and let you make your decision on that afterwards?", my lips just brushing her ear. Thank you, job interview, I thought to myself, crediting that to my clean-shaven face.
"Dirty boy." she chuckled. She started to say something else, but it was cut off when I bit her neck, sucking lightly on the skin and causing her to moan. "Get in here." she growled at me.
I hoisted myself up and was in through the window in about 3 seconds. I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her lightly, experimentally. I'd only ever done this once before with her, so I was trepidatious about screwing things up. But she returned the kiss with passion, our tongues soon meeting. I wrapped my hands around her ass and pulled her against me, my hard cock bulging through my pants and rubbing against her waist through our clothes. She moaned. I moaned. She wrapped her arm around my neck and pressed her full, soft breasts against my chest.
We continued to make out for a little while, just getting or hands acquainted with each other's (regrettably still clothed) bodies. I had just undone the button on her pants when she jerked her head away in panic, realizing someone had pulled up to the order-speaker-thing. As she took their order, I stood close behind her, slowly grinding against her ass, my hands roaming her stomach and hips, gently cupping her breasts while I kissed her neck.
She was, naturally, freaking out. I had to commend her, however, for her voice staying calm enough so as to no alert the customers. As they completed their order, I lowered the zipper of her black work pants, pulling them down as I knelt to the floor so as not to be seen.
As the car approached her window, I whispered up to her, "Act natural. This is gonna' rock your whole world." as I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her cute blue panties and pulled them down her legs to join her pants in a puddle around her ankles.
I moaned and licked my lips when I saw her pussy for the first time. She was completely clean-shaven and I was as hard as steel. I could see the moisture glistening on her wet lips as I forced her to keep her thighs apart. I brought my mouth up to her delicious pussy and gave it one long lick. Above me, she cut off mid-sentence with a moan and a shudder.
I paused, my tongue on her labia as she quickly covered with the customer by saying something about her back cracking or some such nonsense. I then resumed my licking, slowly teasing her and driving her insane. Driving myself insane at the same time on her sweet juices. As soon as the customer started to pull away, I felt her grab a handful of my hair and yank on it.
"I am going to fucking kill you." she growled at me. Before she could continue, however, I stuck two fingers into her pussy and let my tongue go wild on her clit. Whatever she had been planning on saying next devolved into something that sounded like "You mothe--oohhh my Goooddd...." I continued fingering her sweet pussy as I knelt there, licking her juices and kneading her ass with my free hand.
After a few minutes, I decided it was time I bring it up a level. I withdrew my two fingers from her dripping pussy and instead slowly inserted them into her ass, illiciting a moan and a clenching of her hands in my hair as she humped my face desperately. I stuck my long tongue all the way out and slid it into her hot pussy, tongue-fucking her as I fingered her ass.
Above me, she moaned and groaned and swore a blue streak. It was making me so insanely horny that I could feel the precum leaking out of my throbbing cock. She kept moaning and getting louder, to the point even that I had to stand up and put a hand over her mouth, reminding her to keep quiet. She moaned against my hand as my other hand kept up it's work fingering her tight ass. I dropped back to my knees and went full-throttle on her, licking and sucking her pussy while my fingers pistoned in and out of her ass.
I knew the moment was coming. I tried to warn her to keep quiet, but to no avail. She screamed and gushed all over my face. It was like a dam burst, and she just kept cumming. I grabbed her pants and panties and yanked them back up her legs, closing and zipping them before she even finished with her orgasm. The second I had them closed, I hurled myself out the window and crouched down underneath it.
Inside, I heard her two coworkers come running in asking her what was wrong. She told them something that- apparently- they believed, because a few moments later, I heard her whisper my name, looking for me. I stood up and looked at her. Her face was flushed, her hair disheveled, and her pants had a huge wet spot in the crotch. Sweat was trickling down her forehead. She looked absolutely radiant.
"You okay?" I asked.
"So much better... than okay." she panted. "But now... it's your turn." She gave me a devilish grin and gestured for me to "come hither" with one finger. Naturally, I vaulted back through the window.
As soon as my feet touched the floor, she was on me. Kissing, biting and pawing at my clothes. She practically ripped my pants open and to the floor, my underwear with them. My throbbing cock sprung up into the cool air. I groaned at the relief of it's restraint disappearing. She paused for a moment, looking at it.
I got a bit nervous, knowing that the other guy she'd been with was apparently "bigger than me". But I was quickly relieved when she wrapped her soft hand most of the way around the shaft and started gently stroking it.
"Wow." she whispered. "Greg's might be longer, but... I didn't realize how thick this thing is."
"Uh-huh...." I moaned softly at the feeling of her jerking my cock.
She knelt down in front of me, just a I had done with her, and took my cock slowly into her mouth. What then followed was what I would forever think of in my mind as "the greatest blowjob in history". She sucked, stroked, and licked my entire cock, deep-throating me and teasing the head of my throbbing cock with her metal tongue piercing. She was driving me crazy and had me on the verge of cumming, but I pulled back and left her looking up at me confused.
"Stand up." I told her gruffly.
She obeyed my order and I spun her around, yanking her pants down off of her. I rubbed my saliva-coated cock up and down her ass-crack, teasing her. Taking me off-guard, she reached back with one hand and grabbed my cock, lining it up with her hot pussy and pulling. Hard. I decided not to fight it, so I pulled her hand off and shoved my cock into her, burying it to the hilt. We moaned together at the amazing feeling.
Knowing we had to be careful about things, I told myself to take it easy and keep quiet.
So, naturally, I pounded my best friend's pussy like there was no tomorrow. Skin slapped against skin, we moaned and panted, and I slapped her ass, illiciting small shrieks of lust. I got my hands up her shirt and pushed her bra up and out of my way, finally groping those huge, perfect tits I'd been looking at for years. I pinched her pierced nipples and she groaned, grinding her ass against my pelvis.
I felt her walls tightening around me, my cock swelling deep inside of her. With a scream of pleasure, she came, her pussy clamping onto my cock like a soft, wet vice. That did it for me and I groaned loud and long as I plunged my cock into her one last time and erupted, filling her pussy with my thick, hot cum. She slumped forward and I fell against her back, trying to catch our breath.
As I pulled out of her, I had the feeling we were being watched. I glanced to the window and saw no one. But as I looked around behind me, I saw her two coworkers standing there, faces flushed, the guy with his hand on his rapidly deflating penis and a girl with her own hand in her pants. I was surprised at first, but the exhibitionist in me took over and, instead of panicking, I turned to them, pulled up my pants (keeping my friend behind me to recover, having not realized we had an audience) and gave a little bow. They of course freaked and ran off, rearranging themselves.
Megadjusted her uniform and looked at me with a look I'd never seen before. She glanced at the clock on the wall and told me, "Look at that. Two-fifteen. I'll meet you in the parking lot soon. Then we can go and wake Nikki."
I grinned and said "Sounds good to me", climbing back through the window and giving her one last kiss on the cheek.With that, I headed around to the front of the building.
I strolled inside, seeing the two teenagers at the front counter jump at my approach. I sidled up to them and told them quietly, "So long as you two keep your mouths shut about what you just saw, your boss won't need to know you were getting off watching her like some porn star. Comprende?" They just nodded, shocked.
"Good." I said with a grin. "Now... I'm a bit peckish again. So..." I said as I licked some of my friend's cum off of the back of my hand,"I'll have a Happy Meal."
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