Chapter 1
My best girlfriend has always been so gorgeous that I have envied her since we were children together. She is one of those women who don’t even have to wear makeup to be picture perfect. Huge eyes, straight teeth, perfect skin, and a figure that makes all the guys stare and then cover their crotches so no one sees them getting an erection. And of course she married the Mr. Right that I have always wished I could have landed.
But she is my best friend; she always has been. And she is a very nice person too. Her perfection has never gone to her head.
So I was surprised to notice that she was close to tears. “What’s the matter, girlfriend?” I asked, expecting to hear that her mother was ill or something equally mundane.
She blushed!
I reached for her hand. “Talk to me, Kara. What’s going on?” She got tears in her eyes.
“Let’s go for a walk or something,” Kara suggested tentatively, her voice husky with emotion.
She was quiet until we got to the trail that runs along the river. A short way from there, she took my hand and pulled me to a bench that had a view across the walking path to the ripples on the water.
We sat there for a short while before she finally took a deep, tremulous breath and started to speak. “Our life, I mean our . . . you know . . . in bed . . . sucks.” I was shocked. Kara had never hinted a word about her private marital situation before. I decided that just listening was the best way to go, so I nodded and held her hand a little tighter.
“He can’t last more than a minute or two.” She was obviously embarrassed. “In fact, a minute would be pushing it.” I could see the tears in her eyes. “And I . . . I mean . . . I need . . . more . . . than that.”
I kept holding her hand and nodding. What else could I do? “How big is Jim’s cock? I mean... bigger than this?” She held up her finger and thumb spread apart about six inches.
I had to think. I held my two hands apart about the length of what I thought my husband’s length was. “How much is this?” I asked, feeling like a high school freshman comparing boyfriends.
Kara stared at my hands. “Really?” She seemed to think for a moment. “Really? That big? How big around?”
I tried to circle my fingers as my mind tried to remember. “About like this, I think.” She nodded as she stared at my hands.
“Do you guys keep the light on while you make love?” Kara asked, her voice sounding thick with dread at what my answer might be.
“Well . . . we usually make love in the morning, so the sun is usually up, except in the winter, when sometimes we do it in the dark, I guess.” Kara took a deep breath, held it for a while, then blew it out. She turned to look at me. I could see her expression harden. “Does he make you cum?” She asked as she turned bright red.
I turned crimson too.
I could feel my cheeks burning. “Ahhhhh . . .”
“I mean . . . can you get off while he’s inside you?” Kara croaked. “Ahhhh . . . yeah . . . usually I can. Sometimes he goes down on me if I don’t, and then I go off like a jackrabbit running from a coyote.”
“SHIT!” Kara spat out. Now you have to understand something: Kara is one of those people that simply never swears.
She was silent for a few moments, then suddenly said, “I want to be a slut, just for one night. I want to be a slut that fucks lots of men, gets gangbanged, sucks cocks, takes it up my ass, has three men at once fucking her, and gets cummed in by ten or twenty men . . . a real fuck slut!” Her hands were balled into fists. “There, I said it. I want to be a fuck slut whore. I want to know what it feels like to get fucked so much that I can’t walk the next day.”
She burst into tears, her whole body wracked by her grief. “I want to feel like a sexy woman! To somebody!” I put my arms around her. She laid her head on my shoulder as she cried. After a while she murmured, “Will you please help me? Please?” What could I say? There was so much anguish in her voice.
