Pick Me - Sex Stories

Pick Me

... Plus, it didn’t really effect me that much.”

“Well, it’s easy to say that, but just to be sure, I just wanted to come over and make you feel better. Anything you need me to do, you’ve got it.”

And just as I expected, his eyes light up at my willingness to be there for him.

“Anything?” he asks, stargazed as he looks at the logo of my uniform, no doubt reminiscing the good ol’ days of high school,

“Yup. Anything. You name it, I do it.”

His face then takes a noticeable change. His demeanor just drops before he says,

“Well, now that you mention it, I do have moments where all I can think about is her. It gets hard sometimes.”

Damn, now I just feel bad. I just completely reminded him of his sorrows. But that’s why he needs a friend like me. To help him forget them.

“Aww,” I reply, “Poor thing. Is there anything I can do to help you get your mind off it?”

“I mean,” he starts as he looks me up and down, thinking of what I could possibly do for him,

“There’s a few things that come to mind. If you’re up for it, of course.”

“Absolutely.”

He invites me in and I step inside, walking to his living room.

He shuts the door and follows me. We both sit on his couch and he lets out an audible sigh. Jeez, I guess it hit him harder than he expected. I’m just glad I can get him out of this funk.

“So,” I start, “What can I do to cheer you up?”

He brings a hand to his chin, thinking about his answer, before saying,

“Well, there’s this one thing ...

... that…you know what? Never mind.

I couldn’t possibly ask you to do something like that. It’s too much.”

“No, tell me. Trust me. I’ll do it. I’ll do anything you want me to do.”

“Oh, alright. If you insist. It’s just that…there’s so many things about her that I miss. And one of them was how soft her tits were. And the thought of never being able to squeeze them ever again is just heart wrenching. But, you know, yours are really similar to hers. It would really mean a lot if you just let me touch them for a bit.”

Oh…well, then…this took a turn. I thought he’d wanna talk about it or go somewhere else for scenery or something, but this is...different. But whatever. My friend is hurting and he needs to heal. And if this is what it takes for that healing to take place, then I’m more than willing to accommodate.

“Alright, then,” I say, turning to him, “You made it seem like it was something terrible. Go ahead.”

“Really?”

“Sure. Have at them.”

He wastes zero time. He latches his hands onto my tits, grabbing and squeezing them with no remorse. See, this is what friends are for. Doing anything to get the mind out of dark places. No matter the cost. And he looks so happy. I mean, sure, it’s a bit of an odd request, but it’s all in the name of healing. So it’s fine.

But once again, he takes an unexpected turn. He brings his hands under my shirt, toying with my bare chest. Admittedly, it is kinda weird. I mean, this isn’t typically things friends would ask of each ...