A Favour For A Friend

Much of my twenties were taken up with studying for the professional qualifications that I now hold. Much of the work was done by correspondence but four times a year we had a residential week at a University where we would have intensive lectures.  These turned out to be great fun; we would work hard during the day and play hard amongst the plentiful pubs and clubs in the city at night. I made some lifelong friends during these times – some are now business partners, some are competitors, but we share that common bond.

However, on my first week away, I knew no-one … or thought I didn’t. Arriving on the Sunday night before the course started Monday morning, I went off into town looking for nothing more than a quiet drink.  The first pub I went into was dead, but the second more lively.  I sat nursing a pint and listening to the rather excellent jukebox when I noticed two girls come in. One of them looked vaguely familiar.  They went up and got some drinks at the bar whilst I tried to puzzle out where I knew her from.

I studied the two girls. One was taller than the other, slim with very long legs and clearly a very neat ass inside her jeans.  The other, the one I thought I recognised, was short, overweight, a little frumpy, wearing clothes that were perhaps ten years too old for her.

Having got their drinks, they turned to survey the room. The short girl caught me looking, looked hard at me, and then both walked over to me.

“You work at Walker’s, don’t you?” she asked

“Yes, I do. And I’m trying to think where I know you from?”

“I work at Smith Hewson’s” she said. This firm was my Dad’s major competition in our area.

“Small world” I exclaimed “I’m Bob … Bob Walker”

“Oh yes, you’re the boss’s son, aren’t you? I’m Gayle and this is Lynda”

It clicked then. I hadn’t met her in a work situation but she had a degree of local fame for her horse-riding skills with talk of her perhaps representing Great Britain in some games or tournament or whatever. I recognised her from her pictures in the local paper

And so started a friendship with them both that exists to this day. Gayle and Lynda did not know each other but had met when registering on arrival.

Over the next six years, Gayle and I would share driving duties going to these courses. She lived about 30 miles away from where she worked, so we didn’t socialise much when back at home although we met for lunch to and swap notes on a regular basis. However, when on the course, Gayle, Lynda and I, along with several others we swept into our little circle, were virtually inseparable. We got up to a lot of high jinks and there were nights out we still talk about today.

Jump forward three years

I’m in my room getting ready for a night out. It was the Thursday before we went home the next day, always a good turn out of the sixty or so of us doing the course. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

I opened it and Gayle walked in.

“I’ve got a problem and need your help” she said

“Gayle, what is it?” I asked urgently, fearing some dreadful tragedy or mishap had befallen her.

“My garter belt is broken and I can’t fix it, and I’ve got no clean tights to put on. Can you try and fix it for me”

Now, it must be said I am not known for my practical skills, having neither the inclination nor the aptitude for manual tasks. However, here was a damsel in distress who needed a knight

“What do I need to do?” I ventured

With that, Gayle lay on my bed and pulled her skirt up just far enough to expose her stocking tops but still preserving her dignity. 

“You need to fix that back on and push that through there”

I really had no idea what she was talking about but started by taking hold of the garter strap that rested on her inner thigh. As soon as I touched it, she quivered. She literally quivered. I pulled my hand back as if I’d had an electric shock. 

“Sorry” I said, even though I wasn’t really sure what I was apologising for

“That’s OK” she said, and opened her legs a little further.

I again went to take hold of the garter strap. The same reaction

“You OK?” I asked

The reply I got was certainly not one I was expecting

“No, I’m not! I’m as horny as fuck, have not brought a dildo with me, and if I don’t come soon I’m going to be fucking the first bloke I lay eyes on this evening. I’ve tried bringing myself off, but it isn’t working. So I thought the best thing to do was to get you to fuck me, seeing as how we’re mates. I intended to ask you as soon as soon as you opened the door, but I shit out so made up this stupid story about my garter”

I didn’t reply. I just stood there totally open-mouthed.

“So, will you fuck me. I don’t want any kissing or any romantic shit, I just need to come or I’ll go mad. I haven’t been fucked for a week”

I stood there, nodding dumbly.

With that, she stood up, pulled her knickers down and off, and lay back on the bed, pulling her skirt right up to her waist. I could see that she was already wet through the thick bush of her pubic hair

I undid my jeans and pulled them down. I was completely soft.

“I don’t turn you on, do I?”

“It’s not that, Gayle …. I’m just a bit … well … shell-shocked, really”

With that, she sat up, said “Oh, come here” and took my cock and put it in her mouth. She worked me expertly, running her tongue around my shaft and over the head, and I grew hard very quickly.

She lay back down again and lifted her legs, supporting them just behind the knees with her hand

“Condom?” I asked

“I’m on the pill. Please put that inside me”

I put my hands either side of her thighs and slid into her.  She squealed at first, then started to make ever louder noises as we fucked.  She got so loud that I had to tell her to be quiet, because there were people in the rooms either side of me.  She didn’t get any quieter. Laughing, I put my hand over her mouth and that seemed to turn her on even more.  She got her mouth free and said “Grab my throat”

I did, and she started to buck and wail and sucked my cock ever deeper into her. Suddenly, her whole body started shuddering and she let out a single scream.  I could feel her throat getting hot under my hand and a flush spread right up her face. 

She stopped shuddering and dropped her legs back onto the bed, before pushing me off.

“Thank you” she said

She then looked at my cock and asked “Did you come?”

“No”

“Sorry about that”, she said as she picked her knickers up and put them back on.

And with that, she was almost gone. On her way out the door, she kissed me on the cheek and said “That was nice. Meet you downstairs in an hour”

An hour later, I walked downstairs where she was waiting for me with Lynda and a couple of others. Other than a smile, a normal smile, there was nothing to indicate what we had been doing just sixty minutes before

Now it was me who was frustrated.  Towards the end of the night, we were in a club and I dragged her onto the dancefloor for the “smoochies”.

“I didn’t come”

“I know” she said

“I want to come. Inside you.” I said

“Not a good idea, Bob!”

“Think of it as a favour for a friend”

She laughed

She did come back to my room that night. As soon as we got inside, she stripped naked and I noticed she’d trimmed her pubes since our last meeting. I also noticed that she had wonderful, full breasts.  She lay on the bed. I lay next to her. Propped on one arm, I looked down on her.

“No soppy stuff, Bob”

“Fuck off, Gayle” and I kissed her

She responded. And we made love. Not fucking. Proper love-making. Twice. And we fell asleep in each others arms

The next morning, she was gone when I woke up. We were in different lectures that morning, but met up at lunch as she was driving. 

She said very little for the first hour of our journey home, but in the end I said “Last night was great. Both occasions”

She smiled, at last “I enjoyed it too, but it will complicate the fuck out of our lives if we do it again”

I looked at her “Mates forever, lovers for one night”

And that was true. We never repeated that night and have never spoken about it but have shared the odd wry smile on occasions when others talk of sex and experiences.  I am godfather to her eldest daughter and she is godmother to our second. We will be mates forever!