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This short story is the Fourth in the GOOD FRIEND series from Jillian Hoff.
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Excerpt from GOOD FRIEND Volume 4: The Boy In The Window:
“Well, Christopher, with any luck Miss Rowan is going to give you another shot before she tosses you into the trash bin of her sexual history. It’s possible that if you wow her, she’ll let you through those fiery gates a few more times, but another performance like last night and you’ll be done.”
“It was that bad?”
“I’ve had worse, but never twice.”
“She told me she enjoyed herself,” he said in a tone half-pleading.
“Yeah. We lie.”
I almost heard the gears grinding in his brain as he processed that. What must it be like to be a stupid boy with a hard dick? I said a quick and silent prayer of thanks that I’d never have to know, then turned and checked out the view of my house across the street. I cursed myself for not leaving my bedroom blinds open so I could see his view of my window.
“So… What? You have advice for me?”
I laughed out loud. I kept forgetting that he was little more than a child, at least in experience.
“What are you laughing at?”
I answered by dropping to my knees in front of him. He was wearing a pair of gray sweatpants, which I had down around his ankles in a few seconds. He looked shocked, but not so much as to pull away or stop me. His shirt was maroon and bore the logo of some sports team, and I realized it was inside out, probably thrown on in haste when he saw me heading this way.
“Take that off,” I commanded. A moment later it was another crumple of fabric on the floor. I sat there on my knees and looked up at him. He was a beautiful creature. His cock bobbed slightly, half hard now. I batted my eyes at him and then looked at his dick like I had no idea what to do with it. I leaned in and stuck out my tongue, tentatively touching the tip to his head and flicking it with a light lick.
“Is that good?” I asked like a scared little girl. “Do you like that?”
He nodded, and his cock responded by getting very hard. “Yes.”
“Do you want more?”
He nodded vigorously now.
“Grab my hair with both hands,” I said. He followed my instructions, lightly.
“A little harder please,” I said. He tightened his grip.
“Now. Hold on.”
I took him all the way down my throat while I reached up and cupped his balls in my hands. I held there for a moment, running my tongue along the base of his shaft, and then pulled back long and slow with suction, softly massaging him with my hands. He made a noise in his throat that I don’t know how to spell. When I got to his head, I let it come out of my mouth. I sat back and looked up at him again.
“Which would you rather have? The light licker with no idea what to do, or the experienced sucker?”
“Definitely the second one,” he said.
“Good answer,” I said, and took his head back into my mouth. I gave a playful bite and let my tongue circle it a couple of times. He moaned. I backed off again, and this time I stood up. “That’s what we want, too.”
He nodded, but I think he would have agreed with about anything I had to say at the moment. I moved over to his bed and sat down on the edge of the mattress.
“Come over here and get on your knees.”