Straight Male / 24
It had only been a couple of months since I let my girlfriend move into my apartment when she asked if her friend could move in with us for a little while.
I wasn't too thrilled by the idea but I agreed to it. I probably wouldn't have if I had known her friend had a hyperactive and extremely LOUD 2-year old.
Still, I was promised it was only a temporary situation. So I figured I'd just deal with it. The friend was pretty cool. She was funny and always quick to help with cleaning or cooking. She seemed to realize the effect her daughter had on everyone around her and bent over backward to make up for it.
It was my job to drive her to work and then pick her back up again five days a week. Another of my old lady's promises, without asking me first. I didn't mind the driving to part so much because I was heading to work at the same time and in roughly the same direction. It was the picking up that annoyed me. I was usually tired and hungry and just wanting to be home with my ass on the couch, the remote in my hand and food in my stomach at that time of the evening.
Still, the friend wasn't a bad person. She was just in a bad situation. Besides she was cute and being the typical male, I started thinking certain thoughts.
We were driving to work one morning last week, listening to Bob and Tom on the radio and cracking jokes, laughing, having a good time. She was in her Taco Bell outfit, I was in my work boots, jeans and shirt - I worked in construction. I decided to ask her something I'd been thinking about.
"So Breezy," I said (her name was Breanna). "Can I ask you something?? And you have to promise to not get pissed."
"I can't make that kind of promise." she said, smiling. "You might say something that pisses me off."
"Ok, forget it then." I told her. We drove in silence for a while.
"Ok," she says finally. "I promise. Tell me."
I turned into the Taco Bell parking lot just then and she sat beside me waiting for me to spill.
"When I pick you up tonight can I have a blowjob??"
She stared at me with her big green eyes. "A blowjob??"
I nodded. My heart was thumping away like a jackhammer. Now would be when she either flipped out and ran inside to call my old lady or she agreed.
To my relief she smiled. "Yeah, ok."
I watched her get out of my truck and jog inside. She could still call my girl and tell her, I thought. If so my cell would be blowing up in a few minutes. I already planned to call Bree every kind of lying whore I could think of to save my own ass.
But as I worked through the day and then went home to a peaceful house (except for baby banshee) I realized, Breanna hadn't said shit. She really was going to do it. So I was in a pretty good mood that night when I went to pick her up.
She wasn't as pretty as my girl, but she wasn't bad. She was a head shorter than me (I'm 6'' even) and slender with nice tits and a cute little tush. She kept her naturally dark hair dyed blonde with a lot of dark streaks through it. I'd noticed a few stretch marks on her belly from the kid, but I didn't mind those.
I sat outside the restaurant waiting for her, my cock already semi-hard with anticipation. She came walking out with one of those 12-packs of tacos. She brought one home every few nights.
"Hey." she smiled, putting the food on the backseat.
"Hey yourself." I replied as she closed the door.
"We should go somewhere else," she told me. "This place is way too busy."
"We can't go too far." I reminded her. My girlfriend knew how long it took to get home.
"I can do it while you drive." she told me.
That was fine with me. I adjusted my seat to give us more room and pulled out of the lot. Bree leaned down and worked my jeans open, pulling my cock out. Without any preliminaries she popped it inside her mouth and began sucking me off. My state of semi erection became complete erection instantaneously. I reached around with my free hand and felt for a titty to play with. Luck was on my side. I caught a hell of a lot of red lights on the way home. We'd finished before I pulled into the apartment complex lot.
Breanna never said a word.
For the next month and a half I could look forward to getting head and on two occasions pussy from Breezy. By the time she left I was sorry to see her go, demon kid or no demon kid.
I wasn't too thrilled by the idea but I agreed to it. I probably wouldn't have if I had known her friend had a hyperactive and extremely LOUD 2-year old.
Still, I was promised it was only a temporary situation. So I figured I'd just deal with it. The friend was pretty cool. She was funny and always quick to help with cleaning or cooking. She seemed to realize the effect her daughter had on everyone around her and bent over backward to make up for it.
It was my job to drive her to work and then pick her back up again five days a week. Another of my old lady's promises, without asking me first. I didn't mind the driving to part so much because I was heading to work at the same time and in roughly the same direction. It was the picking up that annoyed me. I was usually tired and hungry and just wanting to be home with my ass on the couch, the remote in my hand and food in my stomach at that time of the evening.
Still, the friend wasn't a bad person. She was just in a bad situation. Besides she was cute and being the typical male, I started thinking certain thoughts.
We were driving to work one morning last week, listening to Bob and Tom on the radio and cracking jokes, laughing, having a good time. She was in her Taco Bell outfit, I was in my work boots, jeans and shirt - I worked in construction. I decided to ask her something I'd been thinking about.
"So Breezy," I said (her name was Breanna). "Can I ask you something?? And you have to promise to not get pissed."
"I can't make that kind of promise." she said, smiling. "You might say something that pisses me off."
"Ok, forget it then." I told her. We drove in silence for a while.
"Ok," she says finally. "I promise. Tell me."
I turned into the Taco Bell parking lot just then and she sat beside me waiting for me to spill.
"When I pick you up tonight can I have a blowjob??"
She stared at me with her big green eyes. "A blowjob??"
I nodded. My heart was thumping away like a jackhammer. Now would be when she either flipped out and ran inside to call my old lady or she agreed.
To my relief she smiled. "Yeah, ok."
I watched her get out of my truck and jog inside. She could still call my girl and tell her, I thought. If so my cell would be blowing up in a few minutes. I already planned to call Bree every kind of lying whore I could think of to save my own ass.
But as I worked through the day and then went home to a peaceful house (except for baby banshee) I realized, Breanna hadn't said shit. She really was going to do it. So I was in a pretty good mood that night when I went to pick her up.
She wasn't as pretty as my girl, but she wasn't bad. She was a head shorter than me (I'm 6'' even) and slender with nice tits and a cute little tush. She kept her naturally dark hair dyed blonde with a lot of dark streaks through it. I'd noticed a few stretch marks on her belly from the kid, but I didn't mind those.
I sat outside the restaurant waiting for her, my cock already semi-hard with anticipation. She came walking out with one of those 12-packs of tacos. She brought one home every few nights.
"Hey." she smiled, putting the food on the backseat.
"Hey yourself." I replied as she closed the door.
"We should go somewhere else," she told me. "This place is way too busy."
"We can't go too far." I reminded her. My girlfriend knew how long it took to get home.
"I can do it while you drive." she told me.
That was fine with me. I adjusted my seat to give us more room and pulled out of the lot. Bree leaned down and worked my jeans open, pulling my cock out. Without any preliminaries she popped it inside her mouth and began sucking me off. My state of semi erection became complete erection instantaneously. I reached around with my free hand and felt for a titty to play with. Luck was on my side. I caught a hell of a lot of red lights on the way home. We'd finished before I pulled into the apartment complex lot.
Breanna never said a word.
For the next month and a half I could look forward to getting head and on two occasions pussy from Breezy. By the time she left I was sorry to see her go, demon kid or no demon kid.
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