Her Closest Friend

Jake’s chilling on the couch when Nia knocks. One look at her face tells him the date was a bust, so he steers her inside, palm pressed to her lower back. She drops onto the cushions and vents, her huge tits shifting beneath her shirt every time she waves her hands. No text, no apology, not even a lame excuse, and now her feet are screaming from the heels she wore for that asshole. Jake laughs and tells her the guy’s an idiot. Then he scoops her bare feet into his lap and starts rubbing, thumbs digging deep. Nia moans, tilts her head back, and her back muscles are clearly still tight. He offers a shoulder rub next. She peels off her top and bra without a second thought, letting those big, natural tits spill free. Jake’s hands glide over slick lotion, working circles around her stiff nipples until she’s squirming. Lower back is next. Nia shimmies out of her panties and stretches out, face-down, ass up. Jake pours lotion over the plump curve of her cheeks and kneads like he’s been waiting for the green light. Her voice is husky when she admits it’s been a while since anyone’s touched her right. That’s all the cue Jake needs. He tells her straight up they can fuck if she wants it, no strings, just two friends helping each other out. Nia stares, processing, then grins like a devil and tackles him for a kiss that says she’s done thinking. She yanks his pants down and swallows his cock to the root, spit running down her chin. He flips her onto her back, buries his tongue between her folds until she’s shaking, then slides in deep. Each thrust knocks the memory of that wasted date further out of her head. By the time he’s finished, Nia’s smiling for all the right reasons.