This story is based on true events.
Fuck Buddy: n. A sex partner to whom you have no special attachment. A person you occasionally have sex with who is not your significant other.
Chapter 5:
It was about noon when Felecia came knocking on the door. She gave her signature 2 knocks, then walked right in. I just got back from an 8am class and was cleaning up the kitchen. "Hey, didn't you go to class this morning? Where's Jeff?" Felecia asked looking around.
"Jeff left this morning. He needed to get back to school. We got up together and he headed out when I left for my 8 o'clock. What about you?" I asked.
"Just got back. Are you going to our 3 o'clock?" She continued.
We have a 3pm Macro-Economics class together. Good thing because that class is a Bitch and we are able to study together. "Yeah, I'm going. So, did you have fun last night?" I finally asked, thus broaching the subject.
"Yeah, it was fun." Felecia said with a very casual tone as if she was preoccupied with something else. She didn't even look at me.
"Fun?" I asked, surprised by her response. "Just fun? That's it?"
"Ok, fine. It was wonderful, magical, spectacular, amazing." She said sarcastically rolling her eyes.
"Do you have any regrets?" I asked, cutting to the chase.
"No," she said finally looking at me, "As long as you're not looking for a girlfriend!"
This pissed me off. Why did she think she was so damn special all of a sudden? "And why would I be doing that?" I asked staring straight at her.
"I'm just making sure." She said, avoiding eye contact again, "because lesbians don't date guys."
I finally had enough of the lesbian shit! "Well, guess what Felecia? Lesbians don't let guys go down on them. Lesbians don't get off on watching two guys together. Lesbians don't let guys fuck them." I snapped, "You may be many things, but you sure as hell are not a lesbian!"
"Excuse me!" She exclaimed not believing the way I was talking to her.
I kept going, "I'll bet you next semester's tuition that you grew up living a sheltered life. You were a dork in high school and guys never looked your way very often. Then one day a guy was into you and you were flattered. So you dated for awhile and the time came when you gave it up to him, thus losing your virginity. But the sex sucked. He didn't care about you or getting you off. He was after one thing and he got it, probably hurting you in the process. Then he didn't speak to you anymore and you were crushed. Then along comes some chick who was into other girls and she took a shine to you. So you picked yourself up and went with her. She opened your eyes to sex with a woman and it was so much better than the only other sexual experience you've had, which was with a guy. So naturally, you went with the women. However, you are still attracted or maybe even curious about good sex with a man. Then I came along and blew your mind!"
Felecia stood there in utter shock, "You think so? You think you've got me all figured out?" She was so angry, her voice was trembling, "You don't know shit about me! Who, when and how I fuck is my business! So fuck you!"
She practically ran out of my apartment slamming the door behind her. I was so pissed, my blood was boiling.
Felecia avoided me at all costs. I saw her at our Economic class. I sat in back like we usually do, but she sat in front. All week she avoided me. Maybe I was out of line. Maybe I should apologize. But maybe what I said was sinking in and she might be thinking about it it. Who knows? But her not being around definitely sucked. She had quickly become one of my best friends.
It was Saturday afternoon and I was contemplating going to her apartment to apologize when the doorbell rang. I opened the door to see Felecia standing there. She looked at me with a straight face, "The Saints and the Falcons play each other tomorrow. Do you want to come to my place and watch it?" She asked.
"Sure." I said a little surprised.
"The game starts at 1pm. You bring the beer and tequila. I'll provide the pot and the food." She stated.
"Ok. Sounds like a plan." I smiled.
Felecia didn't. She just turned around and walked away. I thought about stopping her to clear the air about our fight, but decided not to. Maybe it was best not to rock the boat. I was relieved nonetheless. It seemed like I was getting my best friend back.
Felecia was a huge New Orleans Saints fan and, of course, I'm a big Atlanta Falcons fan. So, Sunday around noon a went to her apartment. I was sporting my Atlanta Falcons jersey. She answered the door and was looking smoking hot! She had new braids in her hair. She was wearing a New Orleans Saints jersey that cut off at her waistline. She had on denim shorts that cut off high up on her thighs. Felecia worked out every day, so there was nothing on her body that was not firm. She had great muscle tone and I was completely turned on by what I saw before me.
"Come on in." She said walking back to the couch where she was rolling a blunt on the coffee table.
I popped us a few beers and sat down next to her. She took a swig of her beer, looked at me and smiled, "I hope you know that your Falcons are going to get their asses kicked!"
So, the smack talking had commenced. I rolled my eyes, "What-the-fuck-ever! You are so dreaming. The Falcons are going to put a foot in your Saints' asses!"
"Oh please! The Falcons don't even know where the end zone is, much less actually get there!" She laughed, "Hey, I'll tell you what....if the Falcons beat the Saints, I'll suck your dick."
"What?" I was flabbergasted.
"No, seriously. That's how confident I am in my team. If the Falcons win, I will suck your dick. Right here immediately after the game." She stated with confidence. She pointed to the tequila, "And we're doing a shot per touchdown regardless of who scores."
Well Ok. Football, beer, pot, tequila and possibly a blow job. Nice.
Over the next three hours we screamed, cheered, drank and yelled at the TV. The football gods were looking out for me that day because the Falcons kicked the winning Field Goal in Overtime!
When the game was over I grinned at Felecia. She had this look on her face that showed she was really uncertain of what to do next. I stopped grinning and gave her a serious look. "You don't have to do this if you don't want to." I said remembering how much hell last week was without her.
"No, I made the bet and I'm going to own up to it. Now lay back." She said trying to push me back on the couch. I didn't move.
"I'm serious, Felecia. I will not hold it against you if you truly do not want to do this." I stated.
She pushed me back again, this time using her muscles. I slammed against the back of the couch. "Shut up and lay back!" She snapped.
She quickly unbuttoned and unzipped my pants. She pulled my pants down to my ankles dragging my boxers with them. I sat there, my cock starting to come to life. Her forcefulness along with her attitude was a turn on. She slid down to the floor on her knees, kneeling between my legs. She grabbed my cock and started stroking it. Then she looked up at me. She had changed to a slightly humbled demeanor. She gave a half smile and said, "Ok, I've never done this before. So, if you want it to be good, you may have to coach me a little."
I laughed a little and said, "Well you're doing a good job stroking me. So, try to do that motion with your mouth. Keep in mind that the head is the most sensitive, so spend a little time on it, too. You'll get the hang of it. If you start doing something that doesn't feel good, I'll let you know."
She then took my cock into her mouth, slowly going down the shaft until she had me all the way in. Then she pulled her mouth up my shaft slowly and she made the stroking motions with her mouth, up and down, in and out. It was feeling so good. I moaned little, "Oh, that's it.