Keywords: M/F anal, oral
Author: W R Jenkins
Title: How to Lose Your Best Friend

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	How to Lose Your Best Friend - (nofriend.txt) - Try to do a guy a
favor and see what it gets you. When it involves pride and a woman, you
might as well just keep your mouth shut. M/F oral, anal

	It was so fucking obvious to everyone but Terry. Ginger is a manipulating slut and everybody but Terry knows it. It's not hard to
understand how they know. Everybody's had Ginger one time or another.
	Terry is, or was, my best friend. I'm not the kind of friend to
sit back and say nothing even when what I have to say might be
unwelcome. I had to say something.
	"Man, she's just playing you. I hate seeing my buddy taken
advantage of, when I'm not the one doing it," I told him.
	"You don't understand. You don't know what we've got. I know
she's been around, but it's special this time," he mewled.
	"Dude, she's hitting you up for expensive gifts with that line
and still spreading it all over town," I told him.
	I knew I was right. My sources might be inclined to exaggerate,
even lie, but I knew she was going out without Terry and I knew being 
the kind of woman she was that it wasn't all lies.
	"Hey, I'm sorry if we don't hang as much as before, but curb your
jealousy," he told me. "She's different now and you better quit
attacking her."
	Okay, Ginger doesn't like me much. It has something to do with
her being young and foolish and new at her tricks. It was a long time
ago, like five years, and she was giving it up before she started
coming out with the demands. Well, I got what I came for and then
didn't want to play her game.
	Maybe I was an asshole, but it was a long time ago and I cover
it up better now. Ginger carried a grudge and still didn't like me
much. All that gave me a great idea- or so I thought.
	"I can prove it, man," I told Terry. "You know how much she
doesn't like me. What if I get her to fuck me? Will you believe me
then?"
	I can see why he didn't take to my reasoning. It does sound like
I wanted to borrow her for a ride, but that wasn't my intention at all.
	"I can't believe you're saying that," he said. "I know she
doesn't like you and I know why. I can't believe you're being such an
asshole about this."
	"That's because she's got you fooled," I kept at it, "Her. Not
me. I'm saying put her to the test. I'll show you. You'll have to
believe what you see with your own eyes."
	I knew nothing less would convince him. I was on thin ice as it
was. Unsubstantiated claims I'd fucked her would convince him I hadn't
and that I was trying to slander her. She had almost stolen him away,
but not quite.
	Terry is stubborn and does a slow burn. I knew what he thought
and his motives. He was going to give me enough rope to hang myself.
That was the only reason he agreed; to let me prove I was making it up.
	The ice was slippery as well as thin trying to set it up. I was
counting on heroic powers of pursuasion and a healthy dose of luck when
I had Terry stay at my place. I was pretty sure I could talk Ginger
into fucking me. Getting her to come back to my place to do it was the
tricky part.
	Ginger was more a fuck in the parking lot, fuck in the back room
kind of romantic. She liked to fuck and then get back to the party in case there was someone else to fuck. I didn't see how I could get Terry
there to see that so I had to get her back to my place.

	"Bought you a drink," I opened negotiations with Ginger.
	"You trying to get me drunk?" she asked.
	"Damn right," I told her straight out. "I know you think I'm an
asshole so I figured you'd have to be drunk to fuck me."
	"I know you're an asshole," she said. "You think you can get me 
drunk enough not to remember?"
	"I hope so," I said and laid it on, "It's been a long time and I
really want to fuck you again. I want to see if it's as good as I
remember or if I've been glamorizing it over the years."
	She only gave me an evil little smile, but she took the drink. As
is her habit, she circulated, but I saw that she was looking over at
me. I let her see me watching her, but I didn't watch her every minute.
A while later I took her another drink.
	"You're going to have to keep putting these down if you want to
get drunk enough to fuck me," I told her.
	I was keeping up the pressure. You have to show interest or Ginger gets bored and looks elsewhere. She gave me a little: hmmm.
	I was quicker with the third and fourth. I didn't think it was 
going to be long. She wasn't attaching to anyone else. It seemed to me
she had made her decision, but I pretended I didn't know.
	"Do you need a ride home?" I asked her after the fourth drink.
"You're pretty drunk and you don't want to crack up or anything."

	Okay, lame and stupid, but that's the way Ginger likes her men.
My flattery that she was such a good fuck and my attentiveness to her 
was what got her. Being attentive without hanging on her was my way of
keeping her from taking me in the back for that fuck.
	She was wobbly since I wasn't the only one buying her drinks, but
she wasn't so drunk she didn't know what she was doing. I think she was
just drunk enough to have a 'what the hell' attitude and decide to leave with me.
	That was the drama. From there it was the same old same old,
except for a certain guy waiting at my house. For him it was going to 
be a painful lesson.
	I only said Ginger was a conniving bitch- or was it manipulating slut? I didn't say she was a lousy fuck because she isn't. Sure, I knew
Terry was somewhere and I did feel bad for how he was going to take it,
but I got over it. He was the one that insisted on the demonstration 
and I had to go through with it.
	I was duty bound to show him exactly how she was. Not that I felt
more than a momentary twinge over it. Mostly I was absorbed in alcohol-
rich kisses and the fun of peeling Ginger out of her clothes. She was
a good fuck and mostly I was there to fuck her six ways to Sunday.
	I guess getting her naked in my bed would have proved my point.
Then again, Terry was free to pop out and confront her at any time. He
didn't, and I kept proving my point.
	"You missed this dick too, didn't you?" I asked her as I stood by
the bed with my hard-on pointing at her.
	I didn't expect an answer. I wanted what I got, Ginger rolling on
her side to let me poke my cock in her mouth. It was like a signal to
both of us that the games had begun.
	I fucked her face and she sucked. She would have let me fuck her
mouth until I came in it, but that would be a waste. I just thrust into
her mouth until my blood came to a boil.
	Then I climbed in beside her for some tittie sucking and pussy
fingering to get her as hot as I was. More tequila kisses and some
mutual stroking later I got between her legs and gave her cock. She
took it with a moan.
	Now it might almost seem I was taking advantage of a drunk, as I
heard later, but Ginger pulled up her knees when my cock went in and
wrapped her legs high on my back so I could plumb her deeper, as I
reminded Terry. That's the kind of fuck she was.
	She wasn't the aggressive, climb-on-top fuck. She was more a
counter-puncher in the sense that she did her stuff after you started
yours. She was certainly holding on tight as I fucked her hard. I was
reaming her out deep for what she was doing to my friend, and, yeah,
for the fun of it too.
	She was using her thighs like I was a horse, clamping down as I
thrust and the letting off as I pulled back. It had the effect of
lifting her ass when I drove in and pulling off when I was pulling
back. She was giving out a 'oh yeah' or a 'that's it' with every breath
as we slammed together on the bed.
	So where was Terry? I was fucking Ginger and it was obvious she
was getting into it. I expected to be interrupted at any second. Maybe
I was using that to hold back, but he didn't show in either case.
	Somewhere in this mad lust I got the other idea. I'm sure showing
Terry what a slut Ginger was had something to do with it, but I know
it was mostly for me. Even if I had been the asshole, she hadn't been
innocent before. I saw a chance to get something for that.
	"Roll over, I want to come in from behind," I panted at her as I
tried to pull away.
	I don't know that she wanted to, but she is pretty obliging and 
she let go the leg lock and let me roll her over. I got her up on her
knees and put my dick back in her.
	I wanted her to know what was coming. It gave Terry a chance to
interrupt too. I sucked my thumb and then pushed it in her asshole. She
let out a startled, "oh!".
	"Doesn't that feel good?" I asked her, "You like that don't you?"
	"Fuck me! Come on and fuck me! I'm almost there!" she offered
instead.
	She didn't fool me. She was trying to get me to blow my load
before I did something else. Something else was the point here. I
wasn't going to let her out of this position before I shoved my cock up
her ass. 
	Unless Terry stopped me, but I didn't know what he was doing. I
don't think he was masturbating furiously, because he was pretty upset.
Probably he was crying or biting down on something, too emotional to
respond.
	That was his look out. I had Ginger where I wanted her and I was
going to do what I wanted. I was deliberately stretching her asshole
with my thumb as I fucked her. She knew what was coming.
	"I bet you'd like something bigger than my thumb up your ass," I
told her in case she didn't.
	"No!" she protested, and tried to charm me, "Just finish like you
are. We can do that later."
	Later, as in after she had run away. Maybe I was hasty and she
would have been good about it, but I wasn't trusting her. I pulled my
cock out of her pussy and pushed it in her ass.
	She tried to squirm against my one-handed grip as I was guiding 
my cock so it would stay on her asshole, but she gave up when it went
in and I had both hands holding her hips. She was back to obliging, or
maybe resigned as I went deeper.
	"You have a great ass!" I mocked her. "This is so good!"
	I wasn't lying. It seemed somehow thick, like her asshole was
deeper, the tight gripping part I mean. And I was giving it to Ginger
in the ass. It was everything I wanted.
	"Hurry up then," Ginger encouraged with a hint of begging.
	Not wanting it shouted from her words. That made it better for
me, but it made me wonder why Terry wasn't rushing to her defense. I
was fucking his woman in the ass and he was doing nothing.
	I meant to make it long and painful for Ginger, but I went soft.
Not my dick, which was probing every part of her ass it could reach,
but my rage. It was fucking good. It was just what I wanted and I
didn't want to hold back. I went with the whole scene and fucked her
ass with nothing but growing passion.
	I came in her ass pretty quickly, but at the height of
excitement. I was jerking more than fucking on the last dozen thrusts
as I was shooting off in her.
	"Damn! That was the best ever," I complimented her.
	She didn't say anything, not even thank you, not even when I took
my cock out of her ass. She didn't get up and run away either. She
slumped down for a minute and then said she had to use the bathroom.
	I expected Terry to come out then. It was a perfect chance for
him but he was still not showing. I didn't know what was going on.
	That was proved to me again when Ginger came back and crawled 
into bed with me. I thought she'd run off. She didn't look all happy,
but she wasn't shunning me.
	"Now you can't do that again," she said sternly, "I hope it was
worth it. It would have been nicer if you had waited."
	So I knew that then. I stood by not trusting her. Besides, it was
worth it. No matter what she might offer when she was ready, making her
take it was good for me.
	Ginger was discernably more sober now. If I hadn't pretty much
given up on Terry, I'd think this would be definitive proof she was
fucking around because that was the way she was. She had crawled into
bed with me of her own free will and she wasn't pulling up the covers.
	"I couldn't wait," I excused myself, "I was so hot and it was
right there and I couldn't help it."
	"Not knowing how good I can make it when I'm ready is your
punishment," she said, "That and eating pussy until you can get it up
again."
	That was the kind of manipulation I could take. It was mutually
benefical, not one way. She wasn't even strict about it. There was a
lot of touchy-feely, strokey-tweaky before I moved down to bury my face
between her legs.
	She wasn't even strict about that. I had hardly got her squirming
and moaning before she was pulling at me. She wanted me to turn around
so she could play with my dick while I licked her pussy.
	I stayed true to my mission and she let me. She didn't distract 
me until I had made her cum. Then she rolled sideways and trapped my
head and took my cock in her mouth. I didn't care what happened then.
I licked her pussy while she sucked my dick. If she wanted to suck me
off, that was fine.
	She didn't. I was near enough that it wouldn't have taken much
when she pushed me away.
	"Now tell me how much you want it," she teased me.
	She lay back with her legs spread wide, stroking around the
outside of her wet pussy. I sat up beside her and watched.
	"You can see how much I want it," I told her. "Look how hard my
cock is."
	"Tell me how good it is. Tell me how much you missed it," she
ordered.
	It was still the kind of manipulation I could take. If she was
demanding that I worship her, she was also giving me time to cool off
so I wouldn't pop in four strokes when she told me to fuck her.
	I told her it was hot and tight and she knew how to move it. I
told her it was as good as pussy gets. I told her I'd show her how good 
it was once I got my cock in it. She opened her arms to me and told me
to show her.
	She wasn't as much help the second time, but I didn't need help.
She lay back with her knees up and her feet on the bed and let me
plow into her.
	I guess I was supposed to be demonstrating what her pussy could
inspire me to do. It worked for both of us. I got a pussy to fuck to
my heart's content and she got to lay back and be aroused. Being the
second time, I got her good and worked up while I was just starting.
	Remembering I'm an asshole, don't be shocked when I say I don't
know if she got off. She seemed to, but I was working for me. I know I
came hard after much fucking. It had been a good night and I was ready 
to sleep.
	She woke me early. I had to drive her to her car. We didn't talk
a lot because I was still half asleep. I got woke up when I got back
home.
	Terry, remember Terry?, had stuck around to yell at me. He was
at me like I had seduced his girl away from him.
	"That's the thing," I tried to remind him. "I told you. She'll
fuck anyone. She's using you."
	You got her drunk, he said. Not that drunk, I said. You shouldn't
be coming on to my girl, he said. That was the point, I told him.
	He wasn't hearing any of it. It was my fault, not hers. The funny
part was he hadn't really been watching. When pressed, he admitted he
was asleep for most of it. He hadn't seen me roll her over and fuck her
in the ass. He'd come out of it somewhere after the second fuck and
all he knew was we were in bed together and the room stunk of sex.
	I guess it didn't matter. He got the point. I only felt miffed
that he hadn't witnessed my bravura performance putting it to his old
lady. At least if he'd watched I could feel better about him being so
mad at me.
	So now Terry is an ex-friend. I tried to do him a favor and it
backfired on me. It was all my fault. I was an asshole.
	He might have calmed down after a while. He probably would have
thought it over and maybe not forgiven me, but seen how it could happen
and cut me some slack based on old lang syne. But Ginger fucked that
up.
	Terry went right to her and told her it wasn't her fault. Terry
has a habit of not thinking sometimes. Of course it came out how he 
knew and that he might have been a party to it. She didn't like that.
She dumped him for being an idiot.
	Now that wouldn't mean Terry and I couldn't make up but for one
thing. Ginger had to tell me what an asshole I was to think something 
like that up and do it. I told her she knew I was an asshole, so what
was the news? I was doing it for my friend, and if he wasn't a doofus
he'd have appreciated it.
	She told me it was still a dirty trick and I told her I had a lot
more where that came from. Nasty sparring aside, we ended up in bed 
again and it was good for both of us.
	So now Terry is firmly an ex-friend because he can't forgive
either of us for being together.
	As for Ginger, she is still a manipulative bitch, but I'm an
asshole. If she wants to fuck around on me; I'll fuck around on her.
I'll play her games when it amuses me and I tell her to get bent when
they don't.
	She's still a good fuck and I've found out what I missed by not
waiting to fuck her in the ass. No regrets, I still got to play my
scene my way, but she's more active than any time else with a cock in
her asshole. She can almost twist your dick off while you're ramming
her and she can make it last forever.
	Sorry Terry, I wish you'd get over it, but it was never as much
fun hanging with you as it is fucking Ginger.
	So if you want to do someone a favor, learn from my tale. It
could cost you a friendship. Then again it might get you a woman.
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