My Straight Friend's Girlfriend Lets Him Experiment With Me | E5 (Patreon)

All characters in this story are over 18 years of age.

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I Let Him Touch Me, Just Enough to Make Him Want More.

I didn't let go of his hand.

We looked at each other for a long moment, without words, only through our breath, through the tension in our bodies, through the invisible thread that had stretched between us from the moment I first touched him with my tongue.

Now, it was about to be the other way around.

"Are you sure?" I asked quietly, stroking the inside of his hand with my thumb.

"Yes," he replied immediately. Without hesitation. "I want to try. I want to do this for you."

There was more than just curiosity in his voice. There was something else. Respect. Desire. Readiness.

I smiled, stood up, and slowly began to undress. My shirt slipped off my shoulders, my pants followed, along with my boxers. I was naked, without shame, without tension. He had already seen me like this, but now he was going to touch me in a whole new way.

"Look at me," I said calmly, climbing onto the couch.

I took exactly the same position he had been in a moment earlier. I knelt down, spread my knees, and leaned on my forearms. I raised my hips high. I could feel him looking at me. I could feel his gaze moving over my back, my butt, the inside of my thighs.

He knelt behind me. Slowly. Quietly. As if every move he made mattered.

His hands touched my thighs first. Gently. Warmly. And then my buttocks, timidly. He spread them apart. He was breathing louder now.

I closed my eyes. I focused on his touch. On the tension in the air. On the fact that I was allowing him to enter a space where, until now, he had only been a passive participant.

Jeff was still kneeling behind me, motionless. I could feel his presence, his warm breath on my skin, his gaze fixed on the place he was about to approach for the first time in his life. I knew he was hesitating. That his head was still trying to analyze everything. But his body had already made the decision.

I turned slightly over my shoulder, without moving the rest of my body.

"Jeff, can you hear me?"

"Yes," he replied quietly.

"You don't need to know what to do. I'll tell you." My voice was calm, low. "First, spread my buttocks. Wide. Slowly."

His hands touched me hesitantly. But when he started to spread me, his breathing quickened. I could feel it. I could feel his fingers holding me tighter, spreading me open so he could see everything. No barriers.

"Now lean in. Close. Breathe through your nose. And just... touch me with your tongue."

I heard him swallow. Then silence. And suddenly... his tongue. A brief, uncertain contact. A moist trail between my buttocks. He pulled back immediately, as if surprised by himself.

"Good," I said, my head lowered between my shoulders. "Again. A little harder. Longer. Where you feel I'm most sensitive."

He leaned in again. This time he didn't stop. His tongue touched me more slowly, more consciously. He moved from bottom to top, then back again. He made circles. At times he just pressed, as if testing the limits.

"Mmm... yes," I let slip. "Take your time. Enjoy it. I can feel everything. And I want you to feel it too."

Jeff breathed through his nose, his tongue working deeper and deeper. He licked me from the inside, then sucked on the hole itself. I gasped louder, my hips pulling back slightly, giving myself to him more.

"That's it," I whispered. "Relax me. With your tongue. As if you were opening me with just your breath."

His hands held me more firmly now, without hesitation. His tongue was wet, rhythmic, deeper and deeper. I felt him relaxing me, my body opening itself to what was coming. I didn't have to control anything. I guided him with my voice. But he already felt me. He really felt me.

"Jeff..." I gasped. "You're damn good."

He didn't answer. But his tongue said it all.

With his tongue still on me, Jeff sighed deeply and straightened up. I heard him open the little bottle. He knew what to do. But he waited. He waited for the word.

"Pour it on your hand," I said calmly, still leaning on my forearms. "A lot. It should be warm, slippery, smooth."

Silence. The splash of liquid. The rustle of skin. And then his hands on me again. Warm. More confident. Massaging my buttocks with sensitivity. He slid lower and spread the gel along the crack, right up to the entrance. I shuddered with pleasure.

"Good. Now one hand spreads," I said quietly. "Put your finger with the other. Gently. Don't push. Give your body time."

His finger touched me lightly. He stopped at the very edge. I felt him tremble.

"Breathe, Jeff. Feel me. Where you're pressing... that's where I want you to enter."

He started slowly. His finger pressed minimally, stretching me subtly. I felt it inside me right away. The air thickened, my body tensed under his touch, but I didn't fight it. I wanted it.

"Go slower," I whispered. "No rush. Let me take you in."

His breathing was heavy. I could feel his whole body focused on that one point of contact.

And then he entered.

His finger moved inside me. Smoothly. Wet. Perfectly. He froze inside me, as if afraid to move.

"Everything okay?" he asked.

"Yes," I replied. "I can feel you. And I want you to move. Just a little. Let my body get used to it."

He started gently. He slowly pulled his finger out, then slid it back in, all the way to the knuckle. I felt him inside me with my whole being. His presence. His concentration. His respect.

"This feeling..." he murmured. "I'm inside you. I'm really inside you."

"Yes," I whispered with a slight smile. "And you're doing it damn well."

His other hand rested on my hip, stabilizing himself. And his finger began to move more confidently. He was looking for a rhythm. And he could feel me opening up to him.

"Now one more," I said. "But only if you're ready."

"I... I want to."

He added a second finger. Slowly. Carefully. My body trembled. I felt pressure, stretching, warmth. Jeff was breathing heavily, deeply, as if he could feel everything that was happening inside me.

"It's trust," I whispered. "Not technique. You're entering a place where not just anyone is allowed."

He paused for a moment. Just to comprehend what he had just heard.

And when he moved again... I felt that he really understood.

I felt Jeff start to move differently. His fingers were more confident, his rhythm more steady, his breathing deeper. He was no longer just responding to my instructions, he was starting to want it. I could feel it in the way his hand held my hip tighter. In the way he moved a little bolder inside me, as if testing whether he could go further.

"Matt..." he said quietly. "I think... I can still..."

I stopped him by placing my hand on his wrist. Gently but firmly. His fingers froze inside me.

"No," I said calmly. "That's enough for today."

He withdrew his fingers slowly, as if he didn't quite want to pull them out. I felt a brief, empty twinge before his hand disappeared. I leaned on my forearms and took a deeper breath. I gave my body a moment to recover.

I turned on my side, then sat up. Only then did I look at him.

And that's when I saw it.

Jeff was still kneeling behind me. Naked. Seemingly calm. His shoulders relaxed, his face neutral, as if he were trying to pretend that everything was under control. But his cock... was hard. Clearly aroused, throbbing with every breath he took.

He noticed me looking. He instinctively moved his hand as if to cover it.

"It's nothing," he muttered quickly. "Just... a reaction."

I smiled slightly. I knew better.

"I see," I said calmly. "And that's why we're stopping."

He looked at me questioningly. His eyes were a mixture of frustration and excitement. Desire and dissatisfaction.

"What you're feeling right now," I added more quietly, "is tension. And it's good. I don't want to release it right away. I want you to remember it."

There was silence. Thick. Charged.

"Next time," I continued, holding his gaze, "we'll take a step that can't be undone." And then you'll be ready. Really ready.

He swallowed. He didn't deny it. He didn't try to joke.

He just nodded.

And I knew that what I saw between his legs was the best proof that this "experiment" had long since ceased to be just curiosity.

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