Best. Birthday. Ever.
As soon as I came in the door after another night at Craig’s, Beth, my best friend and apartment mate was waiting for me.
“Becky, we have to talk.”
Silently, I thought, “Okayyy, what’s this all about?” Then I smiled and said, “Oooh, sounds serious. If we were dating, I’d think you were about to break up with me.”
Beth didn’t crack a smile. Apparently, this was serious.
“Sorry”, I said. “Is something wrong?”
“Can we sit down?”
Now I was starting to get concerned. Was she feeling sick? Had somebody died? “Umm, sure.”
We walked over to the couch in the living room, and even before we sat down, I asked again, “What’s wrong? Are you okay? You didn’t lose your sense of smell or anything like that, did you?”
“No, no, no! I’m not sick. I’m going out of my mind with loneliness!
Shit. I was afraid of this.
She continued, “You know I love you like a sister, and I’ll be forever grateful for you taking me in when the theater and all the restaurants that I work at closed last year. So, I was really happy for you when you met Craig, and were spending a couple of days a week over there hanging out. But since the two of you got together as a couple a few weeks ago, you’ve been spending morning, noon and night over there. If you’re not at work or coming home for a change of clothes or to do laundry, you’re gone all the time. You know I’ve been going stir-crazy this whole year. The only time I leave the apartment is to exercise or shop for food and other essentials. Aside from you, I’ve literally had no meaningful human contact for months. And now I’m alone all the time!”
I could see tears starting to well up in her eyes as she vented her frustration.
“Jesus, Beth! Why didn’t you say something before! I could tell you’ve been in a bad mood, but when I asked you what was wrong, you always said ‘nothing’. How could you not tell me how you were feeling? Especially if I was the one making you unhappy!”
She shut her eyes tight to keep from crying and looked down as she said, “I don’t know. I mean, I owe you my life, and you’re my best friend, and you were so happy! I didn’t want to get in the way of that. But I can’t keep this to myself anymore!”
“Oh, my Lord, Beth, if you tell me I saved your life one more time I’m going to throttle you!” I put my hands on both of her cheeks and continued, “I need to look me in the eye and listen with both ears. Do I have your attention?”
She nodded.
“I’m going to say this again once, and then I seriously never want you to bring it up again! What was I supposed to do when all your housemates from the theater went home to their parents? I knew you didn’t have that option since yours kicked you out when you came out of the closet! Was I supposed to leave you out on the street when I have a spare bedroom? You don’t owe me your life if I couldn’t have lived with myself by not inviting you here. Besides, you’ve made things so much nicer in this apartment by taking care of all the chores around here for me. Even if you owed me any kind of a debt at all, you’d have paid it off months ago! I still have the family I was born into, but you are the family I choose. We are absolutely sisters as far as I’m concerned, and if I’m making you unhappy, I do NOT want you to keep it inside!”
“Fine, fine. So, I’m telling you now. I need more of your time. But I still don’t want to get in the way of you and Craig being happy. I don’t know what to do!”
“First of all, you need to come here so I can give you a big hug!”
We wrapped our arms around each other, at which point Beth let loose and cried for a couple minutes. I just let her while I stroked her back through her thick, wavy red hair. While we were sitting there quietly as she let it out, I had an idea.
“Why don’t you come over to Craig’s with me tomorrow after church? We don’t do much — just the same board games and TV watching we’ve always done, but I’m sure you’d be welcome.”
“Are you sure, really? He’s pretty strict about maintaining his social distance and the integrity of his bubble. There’s a reason I’ve never been over there before.”
“You leave my boyfriend to me. If I can get him to agree, would you want to join us?”
“Omigosh yes! That would be amazing!”
I got out my phone and called Craig.
He picked up and said, “Hey hon, what’s up? Is everything okay? I figured you’d be in bed by now.”
“Everything’s fine. I’ve got a favor to ask. Can Beth join us tomorrow for cards and TV?”
“Umm, you know I’m not comfortable being around other people, especially inside! Do you remember how long it took for me to invite you over last summer? The only reason I did was that you have all that great personal protective equipment at work and that you get tested all the time.”
“Yeah, I know, but if you think about it, the three of us are already in a bubble together. I share airspace with both of you all the time. If either you or she ever got sick, I’d almost istanbul travesti for sure get it too, and then pass it to the other. And that seems really unlikely at this point. We’ve all been at this for months and nothing’s happened. Clearly we all have good habits.”
“Hmm. Yeah, I guess that makes sense. Sure, bring her along! I’ve wanted to meet her for a long time. I still haven’t thanked her properly for suggesting Morgan to you.”
“You’re the best, my love! We’ll come by tomorrow for lunch.”
I could see Beth’s whole face light up when she heard that. I could hear the excitement in her voice when she said, “I’m in?”
“Of course, you’re in. I told you I could handle my boyfriend, didn’t I?”
The next day after Craig and I finished the Zoom service with our church in the morning, I went and changed into my typical outfit for a date with him. After we started dating romantically, I added a few low-cut tops and dresses to my otherwise very conservative wardrobe. I’d wear one of those with a cardigan or a heavier sweater over it. Beneath I’d have on some very sexy lingerie from the collection I’d built during the weeks that I was trying to get him to see me as more than just a friend. I have to do something to make this 5’3″ mousy brown-haired girl with freckles look sexy after all.
As Beth and I were masking up and walking out the door, I said, “Separate cars, right? Morgan needs to be at work later this afternoon, and I don’t think you’re going to want to hang around for that.”
“Sure, that makes sense.”
“Do you want to follow me, or should I just text you his address?”
“Text it to me. That way I’ll have it in my phone and can just put it in Google Maps anytime I want to go over there.”
Ten minutes after we left, we both pulled into the parking lot of Craig’s apartment community and soon were getting buzzed up to his place.
I knocked, and Craig called out, “Come on in! The door’s not locked! He was walking into the living room to greet us as we entered and said, “You must be Beth! I’m so glad to meet you in person! I’ve heard a lot about you.”
Beth smiled and said, “All good things, I hope.”
“Of course! Come here, I need to give you a huge hug! If not for you coming up with Morgan, I don’t know if the two idiots in the room with you would ever have figured out that they were more than just friends!”
Beth’s jaw hung open for just a second, and she had a slightly stunned look on her face as Craig leaned over and picked her up in a huge bear hug, which she quickly returned. When he started to let go, Beth wouldn’t let him. She was still hugging him fiercely.
“Oh, my goodness,” Craig said as he began to hug her back again.
“I’m sorry,” Beth said. “It’s just . . . it feels so good to touch another human being! Staying quarantined most of the time and maintaining social distance the rest of the time is incredibly isolating. I can’t imagine how people who live alone have survived the last year!”
“Speaking from personal experience”, he responded, “I can tell you, it’s not easy. Those first few months in town right after the pandemic hit were very lonely. Having Becky take pity on me and start hanging out over here was a life-saver.”
I interrupted by saying, “All right, you two, break up the love fest and let’s put some lunch together, shall we?”
The next few hours were great. If I had any concerns about Craig and Beth getting along, they were laid to rest quickly. We all fell into a comfortable pattern of conversation, playful teasing, and just generally having fun. It was like the three of us had been friends forever. A little before five pm, though, I said, “Hey Craig, doesn’t Morgan’s shift start in a few minutes?”
Beth smirked, and said, “All right, I know when I’m no longer wanted.” We all got up and straightened up the mess a bit. Beth grabbed her coat, gave Craig another big hug, telling him how great it was to meet him and how much she appreciated his hospitality. Then she hugged me and whispered, “Go get ’em girl.” I pulled back enough to look her in the eye so that I could smile and wink.
As soon as the door closed, I shifted into Morgan, my alter-ego. She’s supposedly my twin sister and Craig’s personal assistant, but their relationship is hardly professional. More like a mild form of dominant and submissive. I’ve always been very conservative, and before Craig I’d had very little sexual experience. Morgan gives me a way to explore things that I would probably never have done as just myself.
As I took off my sweater, I said, “So, sir, I assume you’d like to start the day with the usual?”
“Yes, Morgan, that would be fine.”
I headed back to his office where we “work”. Craig followed, and when we were inside and he’d closed the door behind us, I asked, “Where should I take my cream today?”
“Let’s start in your mouth and see where things go from there.”
I immediately dropped to my knees in front of him and began to undo his belt, istanbul travestileri button and zipper. When I freed his cock it was half hard, and already something like seven inches long. Craig’s cock was a huge surprise the first time we had sex. He has dark blonde hair, brown eyes, and is about 6’3″ and very slim, with sort of a wiry strength. His cock, though, is absolutely enormous. At full growth it’s almost a foot long and really thick.
It quickly started to reach maximum size as I worked on it with my hand gripping its base as I sucked the rest into my mouth. I love the reaction I get from him as I pull his foreskin back and start stimulating the sensitive head that hides underneath with my tongue, and as much of my throat as possible. It’s a goal of mine to completely deep throat this beast, and I’m slowly getting better at it. I find that it helps if I not only relax my throat as much as possible, but also lean forward so that my throat and mouth make a straight line.
In any case, after a minute or so, Craig started to make happy sounds, indicating that I was getting closer to getting my cream. I sped up the thrusts of my mouth and hand up and down, making him moan louder. I could feel him tense up as he grabbed my head and I felt the first pulse of his salty, delicious cum on my tongue. As he started to fill my mouth I took a quick breath through my nose, closed the back of my throat, tipped my head up and let him pump every drop of his orgasm into my mouth before swallowing, and then licking him clean. When we first got together it took me a few tries to figure this out that involved a fair amount of gagging as I tried to swallow while he filled me up, but now I hardly ever spill a drop.
“You’ve gotten very good at that, Morgan. Thank you.”
“I’ve always said that I will try to meet your every need, sir. I’m glad you’re pleased with my job performance.”
“Well, let’s not over-generalize. You certainly have mastered that one task, but we should go over some other issues that have come up. First, though, why don’t you go make some tea for us, and then we’ll discuss this some more.”
I tried to sound a little downcast as I said, “Yes, sir.” He’s very creative with his criticism, because that’s the supposed justification for him to “discipline” me. I love it when he “disciplines” me. As far as making the tea, well, if he’s going to fill me up with more of his cum, he needs at least a couple minutes to recover. It doesn’t take him long to be ready for me again after his first orgasm. We have an agreement that neither of us masturbates when we’re not together. I told him right off the bat that I never want a drop of his cum to go anywhere but inside me as long as we’re together. Naturally, that means that I need to make sure to keep him satisfied often enough that he won’t feel the need to do it himself.
I came back with the tea. When he tried it, he acted a little stunned and disappointed. “Morgan, how much honey did you sweeten this with?”
“Two teaspoons, sir. Just like you like.”
“That’s two teaspoons of sugar. Or one teaspoon of honey. Honey is much sweeter. Honestly, is that so hard to remember?”
“Oh, sir, I’m so sorry! I don’t know why I can’t keep that straight!”
“I think we need to deal with this screw up right away while the memory is fresh. We’ll discuss the other problems at a later date. I think you know what to do.”
Again, I tried to sound downcast, as I said, “Yes sir”. It’s harder than you’d think to sound down when your heart is starting to race and your pussy is starting to get wet. I stood up from the chair I was sitting in, and Craig stood up from the office chair and moved it aside. I went over and faced the desk, undid my jeans and dropped them to my knees, revealing the crotchless leopard print panties I was wearing. Then I bent over his laptop with my elbows on either side of it and looked straight ahead at the wall.
I could feel his cock at the entrance to my pussy for just a second, and then he split me open with a violent thrust, eliciting an audible squeak from my sometimes comically high voice. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to that first hard thrust, and I hope I never do.
Craig started to pound me hard and fast, stretching me wide and deep every time. You could hear his thighs slapping up against my rear end with every thrust. After a little bit, he also started to spank me with one hand and then the other. When I’m in Morgan mode, I try to be vocal. It’s only fair that if he’s going to look like a porn star with that huge cock, that I should try to act like one. So, along with grunts and more gasps with every thrust, I cried out, “Oh sir, punish me hard! Pound my pussy, sir! Harder! Harder!”
This always gets him to pick up the pace. The first time my forehead hit the wall after a particularly hard thrust, he stopped spanking me, grabbed my upper arms and pulled me violently back as he continued to pound my pussy over and over and over. I’m occasionally travesti istanbul amazed at how long he can keep this up. I guess the blowjob takes the edge off of his need enough that he can go longer the second time around. Eventually, of course, I could feel him grab my arms harder, freeze up and start to fill me with his cum a second time. When he finished, we both collapsed on the desk, breathing hard. I don’t think I’ll ever get his tea right. I love the way he punishes me!
After his breathing slowed but before he pulled out of me, Craig said, “Jesus, Becky, that was intense. I really love fucking you hard like that.”
“Well, good. I love it too.”
“And the crotchless panties are a nice touch, too.”
The deep, satisfied smile on my face widened a bit more as I said, “I’m glad you like it. I like to keep things fresh. Would you like to see the bra too?”
“Would I like to see my knockout of a girlfriend in a leopard print bra and matching crotchless panties? Hmm, let me think about that and get back to you.”
“Oh you! You are such a flatterer!”
“It’s not flattery if it’s true! I don’t get women and their body image issues. You are objectively beautiful! I love your big blue eyes above those high cheek bones. And if you ever showed off that hourglass figure in public, you’d turn guys heads left and right. I can’t believe how lucky I am that you kept all this a secret until I found you!”
I gave him a long, tender kiss and said, “Well, I don’t know about all that, but I can say that you do make me feel beautiful. Do you want to get some dinner? I’ll do a strip tease for you later.”
“Just saying that is already a tease, but sure. We can get dinner first.”
We got dressed, went to the kitchen and made some pasta and salad. Then after dinner we went back to Craig’s bedroom and made love a couple more times, much more gently and affectionately. Generally speaking, Morgan likes it rough while Becky wants it tender. Compared to the banging I get in the office, feeling Craig’s huge cock stretching my pussy bit by bit, and having him slowly build up the tempo until he orgasms inside me again is, well, amazing. He’s also quite talented at licking and sucking my tits and clit until I have a mind-blowing orgasm of my own. He knows just the right buttons to push, and just the right way to build me up slowly until I’m practically begging him to finish the job. As we recover between trading one orgasm for another, we talk, watch some TV, and just enjoy each other’s company. Not a bad way to pass the time when you’re stuck at home, am I right?
Beth became a regular guest over the next few weeks. She’d come over for dinner a couple times a week, and hang out on weekend afternoons with us. She’d leave when Morgan’s shift was about to start. Short of having the world get back to normal, I don’t think any of us could have been happier.
And in other good news, Craig and I got our first doses of the vaccine! I’m a nurse in a pediatrician’s office, so as a healthcare worker I was one of the first people in line. Craig volunteered at a vaccination clinic run by the health department where he works, and was lucky enough to get one of the ones that would otherwise have been thrown out at the end of the day. The light at the end of the tunnel is getting brighter for us, but we’re still staying in our bubble since we need our second dose, and even after that. As far as anyone knows, we’ll still be able to catch the bug and infect others even if it can’t make us sick. It would go against every professional instinct either of us has for us to put others at risk, especially Beth.
Early in March I was getting ready for work while Beth was making coffee for us for breakfast. I called over to the kitchen, “Hey Beth, your birthday is on Saturday and I have no idea what to get you. Do you have some kind of wish list that doesn’t involve me ending the pandemic single-handedly?”
Silence.
“Beth, you there?”
“Yes,” she said, somewhat timidly.
“Did you hear my question?”
“Yes, and I do have a birthday wish, but it requires a confession first.”
Ooookayyy. This will be interesting. I called back, “I’ll be over in a minute.”
When I got to the kitchen, I said, “So, a confession? What did you do?”
She started blushing as she explained. “So, you know last Saturday when I left before Morgan and Craig went back to the office?”
“Yeah?”
“When I got downstairs to the door of the apartment complex, I realized that my wallet wasn’t in my purse. I’d left it upstairs. So, I snuck back into the apartment to get it. By that point the two of you were going at it hot and heavy. And loudly. I, um, sort of stayed to listen for a few minutes.”
“Jesus, seriously?”
“Yes, and I’m really sorry! I should never have invaded your privacy like that! It’s just, it’s been so long since I’ve had sex that . . . oh I don’t know. I was kind of mesmerized. Hearing you both aroused that turned me on, too. After Craig came, I snapped out of it and scurried out of there, embarrassed as hell at what I’d done. But seriously horny, too. I brought myself off right in the driver’s seat of my car, and then again that night!”
“But you and I have fooled around plenty!”