Edward and I have been friends for ten years. He’s witnessed me going through my share of ups and downs, especially when it comes to love. And I’ve seen him endure similar triumphs and heartaches. Through long-term and short-term relationships with others, we’ve remained close. And I’ll admit, occasionally we’ve strayed into the area of friends with benefits.

After the last time we got a little frisky, we vowed not to do it again. It seemed wise in order to keep our friendship strong.

Recently, when Brenda dumped him, it made sense that he texted me.

I told him to call, so we could talk it out during my long drive home. My commute was about an hour, and I had plenty of time to listen to his problems.

We chatted nonstop as I made my way through the predictably bad traffic.

“You’ll be fine,” I said. “It will all work out. You know it will.”

“I know,” he said. “But I feel too damn old for this.”

“Me, too,” I said, realizing it was true.

We said our goodbyes, promising we’d get together for dinner and drinks soon.

After I pulled up at home and parked, I opened my phone and texted him: I’m always here for moral support. Then I hit send.

A moment later my phone chimed, and there was a single lurking question mark on the screen.

I looked at my previous text and shook my head. I’d actually texted: I’m always here for oral support.

The phone chimed again.

Are you? Really?

It only took me a beat. I shrugged. What the hell.

Yes. I am.

Almost immediately, another notification arrived: Can I come now?

I typed back: I don’t know. Can you? ;)

I’ll be there in 20, Ed replied.

I hurried into the house, grinning like an idiot. We’d sworn off fooling around, but the idea of it was so exciting. It also felt so damn right.

I freshened up and put on some leggings and a soft tee. I checked myself out in the mirror. I looked sexy, but comfortable.

Ed didn’t knock. The door was unlocked, and he pushed it open and came in, calling out for me.

“Up here!”

He came through the bedroom doorway, bright-eyed and eager — and as handsome as ever. Twin flames of color glowed on his cheeks. His dark hair had fallen down slightly on his forehead, giving him a boyish look. His eyes were hungry, though. And I could tell his cock was already hard.

I licked my lips, my pussy thumping along with my pounding pulse.

“Take your pants off,” I said.

He worked his belt buckle so fast it sounded like jingle bells. I smiled.

He pushed down his jeans and then his boxer briefs. He held his hard cock in his big, strong hand and gave it a few strokes. He just watched me. Doing that. Waiting.

“Are you going to stand there or come over here?” I asked.

“Take your clothes off,” he said.

I obeyed. I pulled my tee over my head and tossed it aside. It was cooler now that fall had set in. My nipples grew hard from the chill and my arousal. I peeled my leggings down slowly, making him wait. It backfired, though, because the whole time I was doing that, he was stroking his thick cock and watching me.

My cunt contracted around nothing but my own anticipation. I sighed and scooted to the edge of the bed. I spread my legs and reached my hand out. He stepped closer to me and brushed my hair back. He slid his cockhead along my lower lip. I darted my tongue out to taste him. He grunted and ran his fingers through my bangs.

I pushed my lips down, sucked in just the tip of him and swirled my tongue. His skin was warm and salty.

Ed’s hand moved to the back of my head and applied just the slightest amount of pressure. At the same time, he thrust his hips forward slightly. His cock slid along my tongue, moving forward and filling my mouth and my throat.

I shut my eyes and inhaled deeply.

We’d been together enough times that he knew how far he could push me. He fucked my mouth harder and tugged my hair a little. I gasped around his driving cock. That small sound made him grunt. I grabbed his flanks, holding on as he moved in and out of my mouth. I dragged my tongue deliberately up the underside of his dick, caressing the rigid planes of his member with my tongue.

He pulled free of me so suddenly that I gasped again. Then he pushed me back on the bed and shoved my legs high and wide. He rubbed his hard-on along the folds of my pussy, giving my clitoris just enough friction to feel good — but not enough to get me off.

Ed grinned and said, “I appreciate the oral support.”

Then he kissed me, his tongue warm and tasting sweet like soda. With one hand, he pinned my hands above my head, and with his other hand he parted my pussy lips. Then one finger delved deep, no doubt testing to see if I was ready for him.

“So wet,” he mumbled in my ear.

I nodded, cooing because words escaped me. I only had sounds.

Then a second finger delved in, and I groaned.

“Fuck me,” I finally said. “Please.”

I didn’t have to repeat my request. He pressed his hot body against mine and slid his thick cock into me an inch at a time. I grasped at him with desperate fingers. I tried to bump my hips up to hurry him along, but he laughed and held me still.

“You can’t rush me, girl.”

I groaned.

He slammed into me then, catching me off-guard and hitting my G-spot with expert precision.

“God!” I said. “Right fucking there.”

“I know,” he said, staring down at me and smiling.

He rocked his hips deliberately, repeatedly hitting that perfect place deep in my pussy. My wetness increased, and my breath grew short. I bucked against him, though I couldn’t manage much movement. But what I could achieve helped speed me along. I was so close  to coming that I wanted to weep.

He froze and observed my pleasure-wracked features.

“You’re killing me,” I said.

“Yeah, I know.” He lowered his head and kissed me before biting my neck and nuzzling me.

All the while, I hung there, suspended, so close to coming I could hardly stand myself. I rocked my hips up. He laughed, and I did it again.

Then I raised my head and nipped him on the arm.

He snarled at me, kept me pinned and fucked me like nobody’s business.

“Yes, Jesus — finally!” I said. And I came, crying out like a crazy woman.

I shoved him off me, and he reared back with a grunt before reclining on his back. I slithered my way down his body and took his cock in my mouth once more. I slid my lips up and down his shaft while stroking him with my fist. He shut up then, breathing heavy and clutching the bedsheets in his fists.

He climaxed with a muttered, “I’m coming.” But I didn’t back off. I think he expected I would. I worked him until the last spasm had passed and I’d swallowed his cream. He grabbed my long hair and tugged me up to him for a kiss.

There was something different in that kiss. I’d never felt that kind of passion from him before.

Two days later, I was distracted at work and reliving the amazing sex we’d had. We’d talked since, but not about that. He was doing better about the being-dumped thing. I liked to think I had a hand — or a mouth — in that.

In the afternoon, he texted me some goofy meme. I took the chance to answer with a laughing emoji. Then I figured, fuck it.

I texted: I could use some oral support myself. Interested?

The answer was immediate: I’ll be at your place after work. Want to eat first? Or eat after? Either way, I’ll be eating you.

That last remark made my head swim for a moment. Ed was good in bed, period. But when it came to pussy-eating, he was a champ. It had been a while, but I remembered his skills clearly.

We’ll play it by ear, I texted.

I broke practically every traffic law in the book getting home that day.

He was there not long after me.

I hurried inside and slipped on a long tee and nothing else but a pair of knee-high striped socks. I waited there for him, with my heart pounding. Impatient, I slipped my fingertip along my clit just to give myself a delicious jolt.

By the time I finally heard the front door open, I was so hot I’d nearly lost my mind. I managed to continue to breathe as I waited.

He pushed the cracked bedroom door open with tented fingers.

I chewed my lower lip. My body felt like it was vibrating.

I reached out for him, and he came to me. He pushed me back, and it made my tee ride up. “Oh, look. You left it out for me. Easy access,” he said. Then he kissed me chastely on my mound.

I thought I’d lose it right then.

Ed pushed his hands to the tops of my thighs. I let them fall open for him. He exhaled a hot breath onto my pussy, and I shivered. The he ran the rigid tip of his tongue over my clit. I shoved a hand into his hair, gripping his head. I tried to move my hips, but he pushed me down with his strong hands.

“Jesus,” I said.

“Ed,” he answered.

I laughed, but I was silenced abruptly when he used his whole tongue on my pussy. He lapped at my clitoris like I was a fine dessert. I moaned and tried to relax and roll with it. But he kept me on edge, my body tight with anticipation. The more he licked me, the closer I got to my peak. His fingers gripped my skin and added a brightness of pain to my pleasure.

He stopped everything for a moment, just letting my cunt thump in time with my heartbeat. My clit felt like it was pulsating.

“Ed, I know you think you’re funny, but can you… please. Jesus. Can you go back to it?” I pleaded desperately.

That break had been enough to increase my arousal and my need. He sucked my clit, licked it, sucked it, licked it again. He kept me on edge, alternating until I was pulling his hair in my desperation, so out of control with lust I could barely think.

Ed chuckled against the inside of my thigh and then put his mouth back on me. He pushed his fingers into my pussy at the exact right moment, and I came.

“Fucking hell!” was my brilliant exclamation.

Then he was straddling my shoulders and pushing his dick into my mouth, and I was lapping at him eagerly. I swallowed as much of him as I could, willing and eager for him to use my mouth for his satisfaction.

“Dammit,” he snarled after a bit.

He pulled out and flipped me onto my belly. I shoved my hands beneath my pelvis to angle myself for him. He covered me with his body from behind, sliding into my pussy from the rear. His cock brushed tender places inside me that were so swollen and sensitive I could hardly stand the friction.

“Can you feel me?” he said against the curve of my ear. My nipples pebbled at the sensation of his breath on my face.

“You know I can,” I managed, moving back to take him.

“I want you to come with me,” he said.

“I thought I was going to suck you off again.”

“Tomorrow,” he said. “You can suck my dick tomorrow. Today the oral support was for you. And now, I want to come inside you. OK?”

I nodded eagerly.

“I want you to come with me,” he said again.

Another nod. I shoved my hand a bit farther down and found my clit with shaking fingers. I rubbed in time with his thrusts, pushing myself higher and closer. I bit my lower lip, raised my hips and felt the strength in his body as he took me.

“Tighter,” he said against my ear. “That sweet pussy is getting tighter. Come with me. Come for me.”

I squeezed my pussy around his driving cock and then the dam burst. The spasms hit, and I was sobbing into the mattress as I climaxed.

“Shit. Now I’m coming,” he announced.

His body went taut and the air rushed out of him, and then we were laying there in a big heap, laughing.

He rolled over and surprised me by kissing me. “So where do you want to eat?”

“Where do you want to eat?” I asked.

He mockingly rolled his eyes and shook his head in faux irritation.

“Oh, no. Here we go.”

We ordered pizza.

The next night we didn’t even pretend we weren’t going to hook up. He told me he’d be by after work, and I told him I’d be ready.

This time, I didn’t bother with the tee. I put on my knee socks and waited, cross-legged on the bed with a blanket draped over my shoulders.

The front door creaked open, and then I heard his footsteps and was instantly revved up — wet, and horny just from waiting. I was conditioned like Pavlov’s dog to anticipate pleasure and release.

He came in and stripped his clothes off quickly. Then he laid on the bed beside me.

“Today, we’re giving mutual oral support.”

He had me straddle his face, and I leaned over his hard cock. I stroked it, lowered my mouth to him and sucked him in. He grabbed my hips and tugged me down until I was low enough for him to get his mouth on me.

His tongue was warm and gentle at first. He stopped to push the rigid tip into my slick pussy. He nudged me playfully like that until I groaned. Then he went back to circling my clit with gentle laps. As usual he didn’t hurry.

I stroked him with my fist as I sucked his cockhead, pausing to lick and fondle his balls. He groaned and bucked his hips even as he yanked me down closer to his face. His tongue took an idle tour of my folds and then gave eager attention to the pounding knot of my clitoris. He sucked it, and I shivered. He held me tight so I couldn’t move away, no matter how intense the feelings got.

He held me there as his tongue got bolder, and when he pushed it into my pussy again, I felt myself quiver. He returned to my clit as I struggled valiantly to keep my mind on sucking dick. But he’d gotten me so close that I was all over the place. He didn’t seem to mind as he thrust his hips up to push into my mouth.

I lost it, coming hard. I felt my juices run freely and knew his face would be covered. I also knew Ed well enough to know he’d get off on that.

And he did. He pushed my hips up until I was forced to move. Then he rolled me to my side and got in close behind me. Holding my right leg high, he entered me fast. His cock filled me, thrusting in and out even as the final waves of my orgasm worked through me.

He bit my neck, and I broke out in goose bumps.

I moved my body to increase our tempo and get more of that sweet sensation. He reached around and stroked my clit with his fingers. Before long, I was close again. Just like that. Like magic.

He pressed his belly against my back, thrusting hard but slow. His cock pressed deep inside me, triggering another rush of moisture. I took him easily, wanting more. I forced myself back against him, taking him deeper.

He strummed my clit easily, smearing my moisture across it. His mouth explored the back of my neck again. The scrape of teeth. The slide of a tongue.

I came again, my cunt spasming around him.

He kept fucking me, holding me close.

When I’d caught my breath, I moved quickly. Getting on my knees, I pushed him onto his back. I leaned over and slid my mouth down his shaft again, tasting myself on his warm skin. I dragged my tongue along his shaft, circling the head of his cock.

He made an animalistic noise and held my head, but he didn’t press. He simply cupped the back of my head in his hand.

His hips came up to greet me, his thighs tense beneath my hands. His tempo got faster, his breathing more ragged.

Suddenly, he pushed me back and said, “Climb on. I want you on top.”

I didn’t argue. I was still turned on and could probably come again. I was willing to give it a shot.

I straddled his hips and slid his dick along my wet slit. Then I sank down on him slowly, taking my time and watching his face.

His eyes drifted shut, his hands came up to hold me, and he buried his cock deep inside me.

I clenched my pussy tightly around him, rocking my hips from side to side. He gave a small, rough cry, and I went entirely still. Not moving. Just sitting there with his cock buried in me to the hilt.

“Are you trying to kill me now?”

I laughed and responded, “Turnabout’s fair play, right?”

“Or you could move, and we could both come.” His stroked my waist as he spoke, his touch gentle and sensual. He was tempting me.

It worked. I’m just not the waiting type.

I leaned over and put my hands on his shoulders. I moved my hips quickly, working up a fast pace and feeling him hit the perfect places inside me. I stayed there, undulating and working that spot until I thought I’d lose my mind.

“Jesus,” he said. His face spoke volumes. He was going to shoot — soon.

One, two, three more thrusts and I came. I dug my fingernails into his shoulders, and that was that. He held my hips tightly and climaxed with a cry.

We stared at each other as the clock on the bedside table ticked softly.

“I think this should be a regular thing. Our oral support group.”

“Anything to help,” I said calmly, but my heart beat a bit faster.