Summer Fun: A Freeuse Story

The air smelled of fried food. It was too hot to eat outside, but too crowded to eat inside. Jacob and Beth sat at a picnic table underneath and umbrella, the shade of which provided little relief from the heat. Jacob ate his sandwich in big bites, smearing sauce on his face and wiping it away with the gnawed end of his meal. Beth maintained a small amount of poise as she nibbled her own oversized hunk of meat and bread. While they ate, she peered across the street at the new antique store. “Do you want to go look around in there?” she asked.

“Mmph?” Jacob grunted as he tried to swallow an oversized bite. He knew the determined look in his friend’s eye and doubted she cared whether he wanted to go into an antique shop or not. He looked at the building and shrugged. “When did that move in?”

“Right after graduation. I remember because my parents wanted to bring me here for a post-graduation party brunch. One big truck and a bunch of guys in black jumpsuits. It was weird.”

Jacob wondered why movers would be weird, but didn’t argue. He and Beth had been friends for their whole lives, and he knew once Beth got an idea in her head, little could be done to dissuade her from it. He also didn’t particularly care what they did as long as they did it together. With more emotional maturity, he might have been able to process what he felt about Beth in a more direct manner. Instead, they were both eighteen and on the cusp of beginning their lives in the world, so they clung to old habits and patterns as the summer waned and the fall brought on change. “Sure, we can go check it out. Be the first time we’ve seen anything new in town in like ten years.”

“New old stuff,” Beth mused. “Who would think an antique shop would do well in Holcomb? Everything around here already is an antique.”

“Maybe that’s the idea. Guy sets up shop and buys stuff from all the old people, sells a little while he’s here, and then moves on.” Jacob smushed a potato wedge into his sandwich, examined it, and then took another huge bite, humming with approval.

Beth watched him with the same bemused smile as always. Most people thought Jacob was dumb, but she knew better. He always had a cleverness and worldliness about him that impressed her. Again, with the benefit of several horrible relationships in her past, she would have understood her feelings more. Instead, she looked at his shaggy haircut and blue eyes and thought of him as her best friend, a rapscallion who always wanted to leave the room smiling., and she ignored the other feelings, the ones that wondered what it would be like to brush the hair out of his eyes or to feel his lips press against hers. “You’re going to choke one day, you know. Every bite doesn’t have to be bigger than your mouth.”

“Thas whad thee thaid,” he garbled.

Beth rolled her eyes, “She is, in that scenario, talking to someone biting her…what? Her boobs?”

Jacob shrugged and shoved the last of his sandwich in his mouth. He wanted to see a movie later, anything to stay out of the house for a while, but doubted Beth would want to drive over to the theater. Since she always, sometimes passively, set their agenda, he needed to get what she wanted to do out of the way before she would even consider one of his ideas. He had a girlfriend, Stacy Gibbons, for a while who pointed out his over-dependence on Beth. Stacy didn’t last very long, claiming it was hard to compete with someone else for Jacob’s attention. Jacob was sorry for the loss of a cute girl often hugging him, but also discovered along the way that it took a great deal of maintenance to keep Stacy happy. Beth required no such upkeep, just agreeableness. “Let’s go if we’re gonna go.”

They dumped their sandwich trays into the bins and made the short walk across the empty street, stopping only a moment on the far sidewalk for Jacob to point out some melted tar had stuck to his shoe. Once that was resolved by a nearby twig and napkin, they opened the door underneath a shingle which read, “Curios of Wonder”.

The interior of the shop greeted them with a strong clean smell, lemon and pine masking something chemical underneath. Shelves filled with odd objects ran perpendicular to the street, a dozen on either side of the door. Directly in front of the door was an old fashioned desk, little more than an oak top on four spindly legs. At the desk sat a middle aged woman in a grey dress. The grey continued into her hair, which was done up by dozens of pins in a haphazard effort to keep an odd conical shape. The woman worked at a ledger as the bell above the door rang. Her eyes flicked up and she frowned. “Too young, you should leave.” After a short pause she said, “Not too young. Came in the door, didn’t they?”

The woman was somewhat unsettling, but Beth was rarely deterred from what she wanted. “Sorry, we’d just like to look around a bit.”

“You should go,” the shopkeeper said.

“Do you always turn away customers?” Beth added, causing Jacob to cringe. He hated when she got confrontational with people he considered adult by some definition other than age.

The woman let her pen click down on the ledger as she peered at Beth. “I’d never turn away a customer. Come in, look around! I would love you to buy something.” Her eye twitched. “But, you should go.” She snatched up the pen and went back to her scribbling.

“You can’t want us to stay, but also say we should go,” Beth said, folding her arms in petulant triumph.

The woman tapped her pen three times. “Do you like going to the dentist, girl? You’d be a strange one to enjoy it, like it, or love it, wouldn’t you? In fact, you might hate going to the dentist. But, you should go, shouldn’t you? Helps keep the pearly whites, pearly and white. So, I’d love for you to stay, naturally. Every customer is a good customer. But, should you stay? No, I’d say definitely not.”

“Why?” Jacob said, growing frustrated with the bizarre woman.

She looked at him for the first time, eyes darting back and forth between Beth and Jacob. “Because it’s dangerous.” She spoke the phrase with a slight tremor in her voice that sent a chill through both of the young listeners. The woman’s eye twitched again. “But, I can see when I am outvoted. Some rules. Do not pick up any item unless you intend to purchase it. Each item comes with a card which explains what the item is. You may pick up the card if you wish, though I would prefer you read it from the display — it is vexing to put back a dozen cards due to Beverly Kent’s denial of her myopia. If you do pick up the card, put it back in its holder. Every customer may purchase one item. The two of you count as one customer.” She waved her hand dismissively, smiled, and then said, “Oh, I’m Greenberry. Restrooms are in the back.”

Beth opened her mouth to continue talking, but Jacob guided her away with a strong hand. He didn’t want to get bogged down in more of Greenberry’s clear insanity. They walked to the furthest aisle and stopped halfway down. As Greenberry said, each item had a small card in a holder in front of it. The items ranged from candlesticks to matchboxes to clocks to large platters and everything in between. Nothing seemed to be in any order, and jewelry seemed to be a common thing with rings, broaches, necklaces, and other baubles interspersed among the larger items.

“Golden platter of unending hunger,” Beth read from a card in front of a large, silver serving dish. “Once prepared, the meal will never diminish until swept away, but it will also never sate any hunger.” She frowned. “Oh, so it’s like a gimmick. Cursed items sort of thing.”

“This one says ‘the necklace of forgotten dates, the wearer continually forgets prearranged plans’. Weird,” Jacob scratched his head. “What would the good of that be?”

“Maybe if you like flaking on people, but don’t like remembering that you’re a flake?” Beth said. “Everything seem to be a kiss and curse sort of arrangement. This one is a set of pliers that always tighten in the correct direction, but I think like, always always. Like it’d never stop tightening. Seems annoying.”

They continued up and down the aisles, admiring the objects and, more often, finding the descriptions amusing. Jacob did find one slightly disturbing. A small figurine of a bear tucked behind a jack-in-the-box had a card reading, “Russian Bear Figurine, provides the owner a warm coat of fur and all the other amenities.” The more he looked at the bear, the less it looked like a bear at all and the more it looked like a human wearing a bear skin, and then a human with fur, and then a bear again. It also seemed to smile at him, almost inviting him to pick it up. Luckily, Beth broke his concentration by yanking him over to look at a pair of eyeglasses which granted the owner the ability to see other worlds with the caveat that the user would see other worlds. Beth figured it meant it would drive people insane.

They went down a few more aisles, growing bored of the game. Beth was ready to leave, but a small bottle caught her eye. The bottle was cobalt blue and bore a label in a Nordic language she didn’t recognize. The card in front of it said, “Empty phial of absolute freedom. The owner becomes wholly uninhibited, yet obligated.” Behind her Jacob was reading out another of the cards, but she didn’t hear what he said. The bottle sparkled in a sunbeam. A bizarre desire to touch it filled her. She wanted to feel the cool glass and run her finger over the rough label. Before she knew it, she’d plucked the bottle from the shelf and held it cradled in her palms.

Instantly, they heard the clack, clack, clack of wide heels on the wooden floor. Greenberry appeared at the end of the aisle and held out her hand. “Found something you like, huh?” She lifted the bottle from Beth’s hands and held it like she would a snake. “Hmm, youth does call to freedom. Hope you like it. Ten dollars. This way.” She marched off with no opportunity for discussion. Beth followed.

Jacob trotted behind her, “Wait, you bought something? What was it? I thought we were just looking.”

Beth didn’t answer him. The sound of his voice made her feel funny. The bottle had filled her fingertips with a strange warmth, and she didn’t want to think about anything else until she had it back. “Do you have a ten? You carry cash, right?”

“Yeah, shit. I’ll put it on your tab.” He pulled out his wallet and brought out two fives. Beth snatched them and went to stand in front of Greenberry’s desk. “What about like, taxes or whatever? Is it ten even?”

“Yes,” Greenberry said. “Ten even. It’s more a symbolic price than anything. He’s buying it for you then? I figured. Usually how it goes. I suppose I’d have found it interesting once upon a time, but that time was upon us long ago.” Her eye twitched as she slipped the bottle into a brown paper bag. “Now, listen, this is important. When you want it to stop, either of you, you need to fill the bottle with water. That’s all it takes. Tap water is fine. Fill it until it overflows and twist on the cap. After that, everything goes back to normal. Understand? I should write it down.”

“No, we understand,” Beth said, hurriedly. She didn’t care what the old woman was nattering about. She only wanted the bottle back.

But Greenberry didn’t hand it to Beth. She nudged past the waiting young woman and thrust the bag into Jacob’s hand. “You paid for it. It’s yours. Good then. Thank you for your patronage. We’re closed, get out.”

A minute later, the two friends stood in the street feeling bewildered and slightly dizzy. They couldn’t quite piece together how they’d left the shop. Jacob hefted the bag in one hand and pulled the bottle out with the other. It was pretty, he thought, but nothing else. Yet, Beth looked at it like a long lost treasure. “Here you go,” he said, handing it to her.

She smiled, thanked him, and put the bottle in her pocket. It felt snug against her and brought an unusual amount of comfort. “Alright, what do you wanna do now?”

Jacob didn’t know if she’d ever earnestly asked him that question. “Movie?”

“Sure thing!”

The drive to the theater was unusually quiet for Beth and Jacob. At least, Jacob thought it was. Normally, Beth would go on and on about something she found interesting on the side of the road, or she would speculate on the plot of the movie they were going to see. On this trip, though, she remained oddly quiet, even while buying the tickets and sitting down for previews.

Beth noticed her conspicuous silence as well, but only because Jacob didn’t fill it with anything. Infuriatingly, he seemed fine riding along in silence. The movie came as a relief since it removed the obligation for someone to be talking. Still, she would have rather heard Jacob’s voice than whatever was happening on the screen. She didn’t bother paying attention, instead focusing on the bottle. She slipped it out of her jeans pocket halfway through the opening credits, running her fingers over it again and again in the theater’s darkness. Jacob’s eyes remained glued to the screen and didn’t notice her covetous behavior.

The warmth the bottle initially gave her had faded, but Beth still felt different while she held it. A prickling sensation roved up and down her body, eventually blooming into heat. Her clothes felt awful against her skin. The bra constrained her, and her jeans felt like sandpaper. It grew bad enough that she considered stripping in the middle of the sparsely crowded theater. At the same time, the flushing heat moved lower in her body as a vague desire for touch overwhelmed her. She looped her arm into Jacob’s. She’d done it a hundred times before, but it was still awkward for them in a dark theater. He didn’t notice, so she leaned her head against his shoulder.

“Are you alright?” he whispered.

The words sent a thrill of pleasure down her spine. Her body ached for touch as a hollow feeling grew inside her. She nodded quickly, diverting his attention back to the flashing screen. She realized she didn’t know how much time had passed. The superheroes on the screen seemed at a moment of loss, which probably meant it was near the end of the second act. The bottle remained tightly clutched in her free hand. She breathed deeply, trying to calm herself, but unintentionally drawing in a big gulp of Jacob’s scent. The smell of lunch was still on him, but underneath that was the familiar musk of her friend.

Shit, she thought. I’m turned on. For Jacob?! The dampness in her panties couldn’t be ignored any longer. She could feel the slickness of her pussy lips squirming between her thighs as she shifted anxiously. She clutched Jacob’s arm, running her fingers down his forearm. He spent most days working during the summer, laying sod for his parent’s business. She’d always thought of him as a goofy brother and ignored the other girls chatting about his body. Naturally, the thought of him had crossed her mind once or twice, but it always intrusively forced its way into the fantasy, forcing her to hurry it out so she could resume her private dalliance.

Beth rubbed her cheek against his shoulder. Jacob grabbed her thigh just above the knee and shook her, “What the fuck is wrong with you?” he said aloud. The film was over and credits scrolled up the screen. “Were you asleep?”

“Maybe a little,” she lied. “Big lunch, sunny day. Now what?”

Jacob’s brow furrowed as the room lights came up. “What do you mean now what?”

“What do we do now?” she asked, pulling away from him. The feelings inside her grew twice as strong. She wanted to tear off her clothes. No, I want him to tell me to do it. Fuck, what’s happening to me.

“I dunno,” he said, getting to his feet. He found Beth’s behavior incredibly disconcerting. “Parents are out of town for the weekend. We won’t bother them if we stay up late playing games.”

The idea of being alone at Jacob’s house with him made tingles explode through her body. “Yeah, that sounds fun.”

An hour later they arrived at Jacob’s house. He was the last of four children to leave the nest, but he’d already become nest adjacent. His parents renovated their standalone garage at one point to accommodate the growing family. Jacob enjoyed the privacy of the separate apartment for his high school years after his youngest sibling moved out. It made for a great place to hang out, and it wasn’t unusual for Beth to stay over late. They’d been friends for so long that their parents saw nothing wrong with the two spending nights alone together. Now that they were both eighteen, the respective parents cared even less. As Beth climbed up the stairs to the apartment, her heart beat in her throat. She needed to tell Jacob something was happening.

Jacob remained clueless, grabbing a soda from a mini fridge and going to fuss over a gaming console. “Maybe we order a pizza for later?” he said, stopping dead in his tracks as he caught sight of Beth squirming a few feet away. “Ok, what’s the deal. You’ve been acting weird all day.”

Beth drew the bottle out of her jeans, holding it in her palm. “What if magic were real?” she said, idly. “I want you to try something. Give me an order.”

“Ok, put your hands on your head,” he said.

Beth waited for the burst of tingles and warmth, but nothing came. She felt no compulsion to follow his order. If anything, the feeling diminished. “No, that’s not it. What’d the card say?”

Jacob gave up on the game and flopped back onto the old couch. “I dunno, something about freedom. Hang on.” He shuffled around and drew the crumpled brown bag from his back pocket. From inside, he pulled out the white card. “Absolute freedom, owner is uninhibited, yet obligated,” he paraphrased.

“Uninhibited…” Beth thought. “Tell me to get naked.”

His face turned bright red. “Beth, come on, joke’s over. Not funny.”

“Do it. Something weird is going on. My clothes are all itchy, and I really want them off, but I don’t feel like I should take them off without you saying I can.”

Jacob looked away, shaking his head. “I can get like a blanket or something. You think its an allergic —”

“Jacob!”

“Ok fine! Fuck. Beth, get naked.”

Her body shivered from toe to tip as an invisible weight left her. Frantically, she pulled her shirt over her head and dropped it on the floor. Next went her jeans, wriggling down over her hips until she stepped out of them, leaving her shoes underneath. Jacob had seen her in underwear more than a few times, but she felt no sense of pause at her next step. She hooked her fingers in the bra clasp and pulled. Her breasts bounced free as the bra dropped to the ground. Jacob made a yelp and covered his eyes. She didn’t care. Only her panties remained, she hooked her fingers in the band and pulled them down, freeing herself of the final irritating bit of cloth against her skin. She stretched, feeling free for the first time since that afternoon.

“Are you serious right now? What the hell are you doing?” Jacob kept his hand clasped tight over his eyes.

Beth moved over to him and gently took his hand. “It’s ok. I mean, you don’t have to look if you don’t want, but I don’t mind. It feels good being naked, like this is how I’m supposed to be.”

Cautiously, Jacob removed his hand. He strained to look away for a few seconds, but couldn’t resist. He took in the sight of his long time friend sitting beside him on the couch, fully nude. Her breasts, perfectly shaped teardrops with wide areolas and pert nipples, squished between her arms, while the faint sight of her shaved pussy could be seen between her naked thighs. The curve of her ass remained visible, but he’d missed his chance at seeing her tight butt on full display. Jacob couldn’t believe what was happening and worried it was some cruel joke. Despite that, he could feel his dick growing painfully hard in his pants. “Would you please explain, as clearly as possible, what is going on?”

She shrugged, pushing her tits up gratuitously. “I’m not sure. I think the bottle is actually magic, though.” She held it up briefly before putting it carefully on the overturned cooler Jacob used as an end table. “Ever since I touched it, I’ve felt weird. Like the clothes thing. And….well, I’ve been horny. See?” Without missing a beat, she leaned back and spread her legs. Jacob jerked his head away again, instinctively, but when she didn’t move he was forced to look back. Her naked pussy was on fully display. His long time friend who he’d only ever thought of as sexual in the deepest recesses of his fantasies was gently rubbing her pussy lips not four feet away from him.

He swallowed. “Uh, yeah, I see that.” His own clothes began to feel stifling. He didn’t think it was magic, but a building panic attack. “Beth, I’m starting to freak.”

She closed her thighs and leaned back. “I know. It’s a lot to take in, but I feel better like this. Yeah, being horny is kind of annoying, but it’s not like I’m going to throw myself on you. I think that’s what it means by free, but obligated. Like, everything about me feels like I don’t have to play by the rules. Still, I know you do, so I keep it to myself. I’m free to be naked, free to be horny, free to be used, but not to use.” The last phrase clicked something in her head. “Huh, why’d I say it like that.”

Jacob’s astonishment dimmed for a second, “Free to be used?” He was no stranger to porn. He’d seen more than a few videos about roommates stuck in dryers. “Beth, if…and don’t get mad because I’m testing your theory, but if I said for you to turn around and get ready for me to fuck you, what would you do?”

“I’d turn around and pull my ass cheeks apart so you could see my dripping pussy ready for your hard cock,” she answered. She smiled as if what she said was perfectly normal. It felt normal to her, but she could see the mingled horror and arousal on her friends face and guessed it didn’t seem normal to him. “What? Like I said, I’m free. My pussy has been wet and waiting for cock since lunch, Jacob. I bet yours would feel good, probably the best since you’re the one who technically bought the bottle.”

“The bottle!” He lurched to his feet, not bothering to hide his massive erection. He grabbed it and took it into the nearby bathroom. Beth watched passively from the couch. He turned on the faucet and hesitated, looking out at her. “The Greenberry lady said if I fill it up with water everything stops.”

“What? No! Don’t do that. Jacob, come back here. Turn off the water and come back over here.”

Like a scolded dog he walked halfway back to the couch. “You’re under some kind of spell, Beth.”

“Yeah, but it’s not a bad one,” she said. “I get it hard to understand, but I feel so much better. Everything is simple and straightforward. I’m free of all those worries. I don’t exactly get what the sex drive stuff is about, but if you want to fuck me, that’d be fun. You don’t even have to ask, you could just slap my ass and I’d bend over for you. Most guys would be gagging for a girl like that.”

“It’s not…sexist or anything?”

“Nope. Girls can be horny too, Jacob. Like I said, been horn-dogging since lunch. I’d love for you to tell me to masturbate or to bounce on your dick. Don’t lie and say you’ve never thought about it.”

“Fine, I’m calling your bluff. Bend over the arm and stick your ass up the air.”

“K,” she said. She bounced happily around on the overstuffed cushion. She leaned her elbows on the arm of the couch and wiggled her butt in the air.

With intense anxiety barely suppressed by the sight of his friend’s perfectly round ass, Jacob put the bottle down and fumbled with his pants. A few seconds later, he pulled his cock out, stroking it in his hand as his heart thudded in his ears. He eased himself on the couch beside her while she hummed. “I’m going to do it,” he said.

“Great! Oh, wait a minute!” She hopped off the couch and went to her pile of clothes. She drew out her phone from the pants and returned to her position, but not before getting an eye on Jacob’s cock. She gave him a wink as she presented her pussy to him again. “Sorry, thought I might check my feed while you use me.”

Feeling like a madman about to grab a live wire, Jacob placed his hand on his friend’s ass, fingers pushing into the soft flesh as Beth clicked on her phone. He couldn’t process anything that was happening as his hands moved over her naked butt, squeezing and pulling. She reacted slightly with sounds of encouragement, but largely remained disinterested in what he was doing. As his finger slid down the length of her slit, she shivered. Jacob’s cock throbbed. He stood up and removed the rest of his clothes. Beth remained in the position, letting her ass sway from side to side to keep him tantalized. When he returned to the position behind her, he angled his dick and nudged forward.

“That’s my asshole,” she said. “We can do that, but you’ll need lube.”

Jacob jerked back. “Fuck. Sorry. Beth this is…this is insane. I — I’m a virgin for fuck’s sake.”

She looked over her shoulder, “Really? I thought you and Stacy…”

“She gave me a handjob as a late birthday present. That doesn’t count.”

“No, guess not. Well, no big deal. So am I. Only thing I’ve had in my pussy is Mr. Sparkles. That’s my dildo. It’s see through with like glitter inside it. I named it Mr. Sparkles, that’s not like a brand. Honestly, though, your dick looks bigger. And it’s kind of cool we’ll lose our virginity to each other, right? Come on, I wanna play video games. Stick it in me already. Oh and I’m on the pill, so don’t bother pulling out.”

“What? Why?”

“Cause of hormone things. Geez, Jacob, you’re really over thinking having virgin eighteen year old pussy offered to you on your couch.”

The old Beth broke through for a moment. Instead of jarring him further, it brought Jacob a sense of relief. She was still herself, and bizarrely, now that the pretense had been violently ripped away, he could see his emotions about her for the first time. They scared him more than the raging lust demon threatening to club him senseless if he remained awkwardly on his heels with his dick in his hand. He grabbed her hips, positioned himself and thought lower.

The head of his cock nudged against her slick opening. She paused playing on her phone, letting it loll in her hand as she wiggled her ass back against his hands. He pushed forward, letting instinct take over. The head of his dick slid vainly forward again, but on the next attempt, Beth angled herself appropriately and his cock popped inside her. He stopped dead as the breath left his lungs. “Holy fucking shit,” he said in a whisper as pure warmth enveloped his cock. He slid further and further inside her. Beth groaned appreciatively and returned her attention to her phone. Instinct commanded once again, and Jacob withdrew, plunging back in to experience the bliss all over again.

“Oh wow, Julie Nelson got engaged. She must be pregnant,” Beth said. “Your dick feels nice.” The two sentences couldn’t have been more unrelated and yet innocuously said. Jacob barely heard either over the pressure in his head. He’d never experienced anything so divine. He groped at her ass, pawed at her back, and reached around to grab for her tits. He managed to squeeze the side of one as he curved against her lush body. She arched her back up to meet him, sighing with pleasure as his arm wrapped around her midsection. “God, you feel good inside me,” she breathed, finally dropping the phone altogether.

He moved faster, humping into her with animalistic drive. He’d worried he would cum too quickly, but now it seemed like every second was taking too long. He wanted to explode inside her, fill her up with his cum, and really put a fine point on this joke which had gotten wildly out of hand. With each thrust, he felt closer to her. His body surged with emotion and divine pleasure until he jerked back, fully upright and grabbed her hips. He used all his strength to slam her back on his dick a few times, enjoying the feeling of her rump slapping against his muscular thighs, and then he erupted.

For Beth, it felt like something entirely ordinary and expected until those last few strokes. Wonderful until it was ecstasy. The strong grip on her hips sent her over the edge before she felt the spurt of hot cum inside her. Her pussy clenched around his cock, trying to squeeze him still as he thrust toward orgasm. Each powerful push forced her walls back apart and thrummed her body with bliss. She moaned and quivered, hoping her jiggling ass pushed him over the edge. A second later, she felt his cum splash inside her. Spurt after spurt from his virgin, each one dazzling her head with more orgasmic ecstasy.

They finished, slipped apart with heavy gasps. Jacob rolled back to his corner of the couch, mind trying to grapple with the last twenty minutes. Beth sighed with contentment as she grabbed his shirt from the floor and used it to wipe his cum off her pussy. She threw it in his face with a giggle. “Big load. Who knew you were storing it all up for me?”

“Did you, uh, finish?”

“Yep,” she said, letting the thought trail away. “So, pizza?”

Jacob laughed, flabbergasted. “Really? Out of nowhere, with zero lead up, you get buck ass naked and let me fuck you, and your next thought is pizza?”

“I’m hungry,” she shrugged. “Why? It’s gonna be a few minutes before you can unload again. Might as well order the pizza and get a game going. Maybe a few rounds before you’re hard again. We can take turns. While you play, I’ll suck on your cock. When I play, you can stick it in my pussy again. But we’re gonna get hungry.”

“You’re insane.”

“Nope, I’m free,” she said, getting to her feet and shaking her body, letting her tits and ass sway for him. “And I’m yours. Whenever you want. Just get that big ol’ dick hard and put it in me. Don’t see how that changes our friendship much.”

Jacob continued his incredulous gasps and laughs. “Of fucking course it does. We can’t be friends if you’re my freeuse cum dumpster.”

“Ok, fine, we can be boyfriend and girlfriend then. Now, will you please order your girlfriend cum dumpster a pizza.” She bent down and brought his face to hers, giving him a long, slow kiss. “It’s going to be a fun summer.”