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Taking the Edge Off

by Bubonis

Copyright© 2022 by Bubonis

Erotica Sex Story: Friends with benefits helping each other out

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Consensual   Fiction   Interracial   Black Female   White Male   Anal Sex   Analingus   Oral Sex   .

It was a Thursday evening and I was able to get out of work on time for a change, so I was home at 6pm. I felt a little pang of guilt for not going to the gym to work out like I do almost every other night, but I knew I’d make up for it the next time I hit the gym. My girlfriend was at her mother’s house and wouldn’t be home for a few more hours, so I could expect a relatively quiet night until she got back to her apartment and called me.

I had just put some leftover pasta into the microwave when the phone rang. Caller ID showed it to be Naomi, a girl I’ve been “helping out” from time to time, so I picked up the phone.


“Hey. It’s Naomi.”

“Hey. What’s up?” I asked.

“Not much. Uhmmm ... Are you doing anything tonight?” she asked hesitantly.

“No,” I said with a smile, knowing what she was asking. “Rough day at the office dear?”

A big frustrated sigh was my response. “I can’t even BEGIN to tell you. I’ll be over in about half an hour?”

“Okay. Door’s open. Seeya in a bit.”

We hung up the phone and I changed plans for the evening. The pasta went back into the refrigerator and I slammed down a protein shake instead. I spent a few minutes straightening up my already mostly-neat apartment, and then decided to grab a quick shower. I spent most of today lugging around 19” monitors and wasn’t exactly as fresh as a daisy.

In the shower I thought about Naomi and the rather unique relationship we have with each other. We are both attached; she has been dating Rob for the past year and a few months when they first moved in together, sharing a small apartment in Manhattan.

I’ve been seeing Kim for about a year and a half though we don’t live together; I live right across the river in New Jersey and she lives in Manhattan. Naomi and I met on one of those online dating services. She liked my ad and dropped me an email, and over the course of a couple of weeks we decided that we should meet. It turned out that Naomi’s sex drive is considerably higher than Rob’s and she wanted an outlet that Rob wouldn’t know about. I, on the other hand, have an extreme oral fetish that Kim just doesn’t understand the extent of.

We first met in neutral territory: a park near her apartment. I had no idea what she looked like, other than the description she gave me online. I sent her a photograph shortly before we decided to meet. I told her that she could “check me out” in person at the park and, if she liked what she saw, she could introduce herself to me. If not, she would just walk away and send me an email saying “thanks, but no thanks.” This way, I figured, she could be the one in control of the situation.

To my delight she did introduce herself in a most unique way. As I sat on the park bench tossing walnuts to the local squirrel population, a pair of soft hands covered my eyes and a voice whispered in my ear: “If you can guess who this is, I’ll give you my panties.”

I laughed and said, “Hello, Naomi.”

She laughed as well and walked around to the front of the bench, letting me get a good look at her all the while. Naomi is well built with a positive attitude that makes her seem even sexier. She is particularly proud of her legs and rightfully so, and her breasts are firm and well proportioned. Her father was from Jamaica while her mother was from South Carolina, giving her a medium chocolate skin that (we later discovered) contrasted nicely with my own white skin.

I had just finished brushing my teeth and putting on a clean shirt when the doorbell rang. I hit the door buzzer so she could come in and quickly finished tucking my shirt in. I was pouring a glass of cranberry juice when she came through my door.

Naomi plays the part of the corporate professional very well. Standing no taller than 5’6” and weighing maybe 115 pounds, she has a confident aura around her that makes her feel bigger and stronger — or maybe just more authoritative. I don’t often get the chance to see her in her “Corporate Costume” as she calls it so I was curious to see what was beneath her coat. I didn’t get much of an opportunity to look as she breezed through the doorway and handed me her overcoat.

“GOD I hate my job. Why are people such fucking idiots all the time?!?” she ranted. “I mean, why the hell do they hire people to work on a computer when they have NO damned computer skills AT ALL?!?”

“Hi! I’m fine, thanks for asking,” I replied in a cheery voice.

It took her a second to process that, and as the comic relief penetrated she visibly relaxed and smiled a bit. “Want some juice?” I offered.

“Sure,” she said, taking the glass from me and downing half of it at once. “Thanks.”

“No problem. So. A frustrating day, was it?”

“Absolutely, and I need to take this edge off.”

“Your wish is my command,” I replied with a slight bow. “You know the way.” I gestured towards my living room and she walked past me, giving me a quick peck on the cheek as she passed.

“You’re sweet. I have to get home early tonight. Rob is going out with the guys again, but he said he’d be back by nine.” She walked over to my futon and pushed the coffee table out a bit.

“No problem. Just let me know when I should stop.”

“Like I can keep track of time with you?” she quipped with a smile. We both laughed.

Naomi asked me to turn the lights down a bit, and as I complied she hiked up her skirt and removed her panties. I was happy to see that she had shaved recently, her stripped pussy exposed in all its glory. She tossed her panties onto the coffee table, all business as I watched, then reached inside her blouse to remove her bra. It’s always fascinated me that women know how to put on and take off a bra without removing their shirt. Once the bra was off, she undid another button or two on the blouse, hiked up her skirt so she wasn’t sitting on it, and then sit back on the futon.

She looked up at me, an expectant look on her face, and let out a satisfied sigh with a playful smile. “Okay, your turn now.”

“With pleasure,” I said, taking a seat on the floor facing her.

With Naomi, there are no preliminaries. She likes to be licked, sucked, fondled and nibbled until she comes, then she wants it all over again. My lips closed over her already-swollen pussy and my tongue explored her folds, finding the little nub of her clitoris in a few seconds. I let my tongue sway lazily over her clit and the folds of her pink flesh as she started to relax and enjoy the sensations. As she warmed to it her hips started to push against my face, and her hands grabbed the top of my head and pushed my head further into her. My tongue flicked rapidly back and forth across her clit, my lips sucking it a bit further into my mouth as I was doing it. I let my hands caress her smooth legs and she lifted herself off the futon to give me better access. I smoothed over the shapely globes of her ass while my tongue continued to dance over her now-dripping pussy.

“Oh yesssssss,” she gasped, “That’s SO nice. GOD, I needed that!”

I pulled away long enough to reply, “Any time, you know that.” She drew me back to her dripping crotch and I returned to my duties.

We continued this way for a few more minutes before she pulled me closer and harder into her sweet pussy. “More ... more ... MORE ... don’t stop, PLEASE don’t stop,” she cried breathlessly. “Almost ... yes ... yes ... almost ... there ... DON’T ... STOP ... YESSSSSSSSSS!!” she cried, pulling me tight into her. Her whole body shuddered tensely, like a high-power wire stretched tight over a steel plate. She knows that I want to hear her when she’s ready to come and she’s never let me down yet.

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