Pick Me - Sex Stories

Pick Me

... other. But once again, even though it’s unorthodox, it’s still helping him. So I’ll allow it.

“Wow, your tits are incredible,” he says,

“Uhh…thanks,” I reply, unsure on how to respond,

“This is really helping me out a ton. You’re the greatest friend anyone could ask for.”

Yes! I knew I could help him. He’ll forget all about her in no time.

“So what else do you need me to do?” I ask, remembering that he said there were a few things he wanted,

“You sure you’re up for it?” he replies, still massaging my chest,

“Of course. What are friends for?”

“Alright. Well, I really miss how she’d sit on my lap. It was so cute. I’d really appreciate if you could do that.”

I give him a grin, saying,

“No problem.”

I stand up from the couch as he positions himself. I then bring my legs on either side of him, straddling his lap. He then wraps his arms around my waist, prompting me to lean down on his chest as he rubs my lower back. This feels nice. I can practically feel his heart piecing itself together. It sure sounds like it. It’s beating a little quickly.

But as I’m lying on his chest, listening to his heartbeat, I feel his hand maneuvering lower and lower down my back with each rub. He stops right on my butt, rubbing it instead. Ok, it’s weird again. Wait. No. It could be instinct. We are making him forget about his girlfriend, after all. His muscle memory is probably so used to doing it to her, he’s just subconsciously doing it to me. That sounds right. ...

... So I can’t really fault him for that. It’s just science.

He then brings his other hand to my butt, rubbing that side, too. Old habits die hard, I guess. So I try ignoring it again, just focusing on his heartbeat. But then, he starts slightly moving my hips back and forth. Now I’m curious.

“Uh…whatcha doin’ there, pal?” I ask,

“Oh, it’s just something we’d do with each other,” he responds, “She said it’d calm her down after a bad day. I’m sorry. I could stop if it’s making you uncomfortable.”

“No, no, it’s fine. Just do whatever feels right.”

I knew he wasn’t doing anything mischievous. It was all in my head. I really need to listen to my instincts more. I settle back on his chest and he continues his therapeutic methods, rubbing my butt and moving me back and forth. It’s so good to help those you care about. It just gives you a warm, fuzzy, delicious feeling inside. There’s nothing like it.

Now I’m feeling something in between us. Is that…no. It couldn’t be. He can’t be turned on by this. I’m his friend and this is just his way of coping. Why would he be hard from this? No, it’s just my imagination.

“Uh,” he starts, grabbing my attention, “Sorry. I got kinda… worked up. I was just thinking of all the fun we had and I must’ve gotten carried away.”

“It’s fine,” I reply, “It’s not your fault.”

“But you know…since I’m already like this…I’m gonna need some…you know…relief.”

“Oh, ok. Sure, I’ll just turn around for a bit.”

“Uh, I don’t think that’s ...