1. Bigger is Better

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Come on, come on. Please pick up. Hey you, what's going on? Hey Soraya.

I, um, I got laid off today. Oh no, I'm so sorry. Can I come over? I could use one of your super strong drinks right now.

Of course you can. I'm almost home. You know where the key is.

Just let yourself in. You're the best. Thank you.

I'll see you soon. Today has been a really shitty day. I need some comfort, and the first person I want to see is Soraya.

We've been best friends for years, from holding each other's hand through minor things as kids, to her lending a shoulder to cry on when my college girlfriend cheated on me. We've always had a little chemistry, even kissing a few times in high school. The timing was never right for us to get together.

And by college, we valued our friendship too much to let ourselves play around with each other. But that doesn't mean I haven't thought about it, especially since we both became single last spring. Sometimes I get the sense that she's thought about it too.

Hey, how are you? Soraya drops her stuff by the door and runs over to give me a hug. Her scent hits me as she wraps her arms around my body.

She always smells like the beach on a summer day, warm and sultry. I inhale and then settle into her arms as she holds me close. She always dresses sharply for work, and today is no exception.

She's wearing a black wrap dress with knee-high leather boots. And she looks good. Very good.

Fuck. After hugging for a few seconds, she pulls away and goes to grab us both drinks. They're even stronger than usual.

So, tell me, what happened? So, I was told to meet my boss in his office this morning. I launch into the story of how the company is being bought out, in part because of some very effective problem-solving and growth from my team, and that company is gutting the current staff.

No way! Yeah, when we were first brought into the meeting, we didn't expect. ..

We commiserate and drink together for a few hours. We're getting quite tipsy at this point, but it's exactly the venting I needed on a Friday night after getting laid off. Soraya places a hand on my thigh and gets up to turn on some music.

I can't help but observe her body as she walks across the room. I wonder if she's ever looked at me the same way. She turns around seductively and takes out her ponytail, letting her hair cascade over her shoulders, then returns to sit down next to me, placing her legs in my lap in an almost flirty way.

Wait, is it a flirty way? Is she flirting with me? You know what? You're better off without them.

You were always talking about how everyone's attitude was always shitty, and how they'd always compare people's work and pit you against your co-workers. You're right. The work didn't even matter anyways.

It's always turned into a dick-measuring contest over there. I don't need any of that, okay? I know I'd win if it really came to it.

Wait, what? How would you know that? Never mind.

Well, now you make me curious. Oh, hmm. You're curious about how big my dick is? I am.

I've known you for so long. I guess it would've come up by now if you're that big. Well, I guess you're just gonna have to take my word for it.

She smirks and looks at me with desire. I know she won't let it go, but I want to hear her say it. The drinks are kicking in, and my anger from being fired is starting to turn into something else.

How will I know if you aren't bluffing? I feel Soraya readjust the position of the legs in my lap, so that she can tease me with them. I realize what's about to happen, and my heart starts beating out of my chest.

She looks over at me for a sign of approval, and then I feel her toes start to trace the inside of my thigh, stopping at the bulge growing in my pants. Are you sure about this, Soraya? Her lips are parted, but she just nods and says nothing.

I take one more sip of my drink and set the glass on the coffee table, then slowly start to unbutton my pants, watching her gaze as I do. I push them down my thighs and move to the waistband of my underwear, pulling them down slowly. All the way.

I want to see your dick, Guillermo. Hearing her say those words does it for me. I pull down my boxers and let my cocks spring free.

Fuck. Um, can I touch it? Before I even finish nodding, Soraya is tracing my cock with her soft fingers, trailing them over each vein and ridge as if she wants to memorize it.

Her feather-light touch has me aching for more. I want to be patient and let her explore as much as she wants, but my control is fading. I grab her hand and wrap it around my cock.

She can tell that I need more. Soraya leans forward and begins licking the tip as she strokes me faster. Her tongue feels so good slowly swirling around the head.

Oh. Oh my God, yes. She moans around me as she takes as much as she can.

Her other hand moves down to my balls and starts gently touching as she sucks. Right there, right there. Hold it, hold it.

She looks up at me with those gorgeous eyes and I know I don't stand a chance. She starts moaning along with me as I get closer to cumming. Her mouth is so wet and warm.

My cock looks so good disappearing between her lips. I feel it building and then it all releases. Oh.

Oh. Oh, yes. I flood her mouth with my cum as she gently squeezes and sucks.

Oh, fuck. Fuck. That was amazing.

Can we move to the bedroom? I want you to lay down for me. I need to taste you too.

We move to her bed as I run my hands over her body, pulling the tie on her dress at her waist. Her simple black bra and underwear look so sexy against her skin. I reach behind her and unhook her bra.

I've never seen her breasts, and I take a moment to appreciate the color of her nipples and the way they harden when I stroke them. Damn, you're hot, Guillermo. I slide my hands under her ass and pull her underwear off before settling between her legs.

She whimpers as I lower my face down to her pussy, gently licking her slut. She's already so wet for me, and I need to taste her. Yes.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God, you taste amazing. Oh, good.

Oh, my God, you taste so good. I run my tongue over her clit and dip lower. She tastes so good.

Oh, my God. I flatten my tongue and drag it up. Her hips buck as she grips my head and moans loudly.

Do you want my fingers? Yes. I slide one finger slowly into her pussy as I circle her clit with my tongue.

Her fingers dig into my hair as she squirms beneath me. I can tell she's getting close. I push another finger in and curl it up to press that sensitive spot that I know will drive her crazy.

She moans loudly and tenses around my fingers, stroking her G-spot. I feel her start to pulse and come. I keep my tongue going to draw out her pleasure.

Oh, my God. I know. We both collapse on the bed, and between the delicious sexual release and the drinks, we fall asleep nearly immediately.

Oh, shit, my mom just texted. She's on the way to drop off some stuff. She'll be here any minute.

Mara? Mara's coming here? Damn it, I can't believe I forgot.

Wear your pants. Get your pants on. I slip out before Soraya's mom arrives.

I don't really want to see Mara's face if she catches us waking up together. It would become too big of a deal. Get it? Too big.

In my car, I sit, and I try to think about what the hell just happened. Was it a one-time thing? Maybe she was just comforting me.

That was all. As I pull up to my place, I hear a voice memo come through. I can't stop thinking about that big dick of yours and how it would feel inside me.

When can we fuck? Well, my place. Tonight.