BEST FRIENDS / SEX WITH FRIENDS / FRIENDS TO LOVERS

Hands On Help — What My Best Friend Taught Me, Part 4

I gasped, shivering at the sensation of her lotion-lubed hand stroking slowly, gently, up and down my thick shaft…

Please read Part 1, Part 2, and Part 3 before continuing.

Skye stood in the open doorframe, first meeting my eyes, then looking down at my crotch. She caught her breath, her eyes growing wider. Then she breathed out and swallowed. I was too stunned to even move my hands to cover myself.

“Yeah,” she said, her eyes still fixed on my groin. “You really need help.”

My heart was beating so fast, I worried I might faint. I was standing completely naked in front of Skye!

She drew another deep breath, then looked up at me and smiled. “Relax, Mike.” But her voice carried an obvious tremor. “You look like you’re about to faint.” She glanced at the bag of grooming supplies and then back to me. “Actually, you should probably lie down. It will make this a lot easier.”

I did so, stretching out on the bathroom mat that covered a good portion of the cheap vinyl floor. I tried to calm myself, staring up at the ceiling and doing my best not to think of Skye right there with me, looking at my most intimate parts. But she was there. And she was studying me rather intently.

She knelt beside me and smiled. Then she reached to either side of her T-shirt and pulled the garment off. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and her perfect breasts shone glorious and free, like a twin sunrise on Tatooine.

I’m a nerd. It was my best analogy.

“Skye!” I exclaimed, my wide eyes fixed on her gorgeous breasts.

Skye’s smile grew brighter. “It seemed unfair, me seeing you like this without a little something for you.” She cupped her breasts for a moment, then let them go, giving them a jiggle. “So, here’s something for you.”

I continued looking as I relaxed onto the floor mat, admiring every curve and contour of her shapely breasts: her warmly flushed skin, the pert nubs of her nipples, and the itty-bitty bumps dotted about her pink areolas. Every part of her was more beautiful than I could have hoped to imagine.

“Well, it’s not exactly the same,” I said stupidly. But in my defense, the higher faculties of my brain weren’t dominant at that moment.

“Hey!” she laughed. “Don’t complain. I know you’re happy to see my tits.” She jiggled slightly, swaying her breasts. Then she looked at my groin again and smiled. “In fact, I can see exactly how happy you are right now.”

I caught my breath. She was right. I could feel my cock getting hard. “Sorry. I can’t help it. That’s… That’s not something I can control.”

She just kept smiling, then looked at me with her knowing brown eyes. “You don’t need to apologize, Mike. I’m flattered.”

Without further ado, Skye gathered up the grooming supplies and got to work. She reapplied the shaving cream and shaved the excess hair from my lower abdomen, inner thigh, and groin. Then she spritzed a little water and went in with the trimmer. She cut low, but not too low, and I caught my breath when she gently took hold of my very erect cock, moving it around as she buzzed about half an inch around the base. Trimming my scrotum was even stranger, as she unabashedly stretched and pulled the skin, buzzing very close, but not nicking me once.

“Now that looks nice,” she said, setting the trimmer aside. She continued to study her handiwork for a moment longer. “Very nice.”

With that, she applied the aloe lotion to her hands and began rubbing it around my lower abs, my inner thighs, and my groin, soothing the sting where the safety razor had been. Then she massaged around my balls, and her hand slid upward, her fingers wrapping around my rigid cock.

I gasped, shivering at the sensation of her lotion-lubed hand stroking slowly, gently, up and down my thick shaft. As good as it felt, my stomach clenched in panic.

“Uh… Skye?” I asked, sitting up on my elbows. “W-what are you doing?”

“Lay back and enjoy,” she said softly. “Or tell me no.”

I breathed out and lay back down, my heart pounding in my chest. I looked at her and smiled, watching her own smile grow wider as she stroked my cock. She went slowly, twisting her hand slightly as she worked up and down, while her other hand gently massaged my balls. I couldn’t believe it. Skye was giving me a hand job! A slow, deliberate, and absolutely perfect hand job. Not that I had ever had one to compare it to.

She gradually sped up, and a building heat stirred deep inside my groin. Pleasure tingled from the head of my cock to the base with every stroke, and before long, the muscles of my groin tightened — the need, the urge, to release building quickly.

“Oh… Uh… Skye…” I managed to gasp, realizing I should probably warn her. “I’m… Getting close.”

“I know,” she said softly. She smiled and stroked faster. “I can tell by the way you’re squirming. Don’t hold back. Just let your body release.”

My hips began bucking while she was still talking, and the muscles of my abs and buttocks clenched tight. I grunted as a wave of pleasure rushed through me, and a thick rope of semen jetted from my cock. It landed somewhere on my abs, followed by another spurt and then another as Skye continued stroking. I gasped, shuddering in pleasure, my entire body buzzing with electric fire.

She bit her lower lip, grinning as one last spurt shot out, covering her hand as she gave a few final strokes.

“Wow,” she said, looking at her hand. “That’s impressive.”

I was panting hard and looking at her, wondering what had changed and what it meant. But more than that, I simply took a moment to admire her. She was just so beautiful! And not because she sat there topless beside me. I wasn’t even looking at her breasts. I was looking at her smile, at her eyes, at her cheeks, at her nose. I was looking at her.

She stood and stepped over me, then washed her hands at the sink. She returned with some tissue paper and cleaned most of the semen off me, then used wet wipes from the gym bag to clean up what remained.

“Let me help you up,” she said, taking my hand.

My legs wobbled as I stood, and she turned me to face the mirror above the sink.

I had, of course, seen myself naked many times, but now I looked different. There was no hair on my abs or on either side of my groin, and the pubic hair around my cock was thin and cut short, and my balls were basically bare. Although I had gone mostly limp following that fantastic handjob, my cock stood out nicely without the nest of hair around it.

“What do you think?” she asked, her eyes fixed on my cock. “Looks good, huh? I think Amanda’s going to love it!”

“You did a great job,” I said. “In, uh, more ways than one.”

Skye laughed and pecked a kiss on my shoulder. She turned away and walked to my bedroom, forgetting her T-shirt, which she had left on the bathroom floor.

“I guess I might as well answer some of your other burning questions,” she said.

I followed her out of the bathroom, wondering what she meant. She fiddled with the front of her denim shorts, then turned around to face me as she unzipped.

“If there’s one thing every guy absolutely has to know…” She pulled down her shorts, then stood in only her panties. “It’s how to eat a girl out.”

Continued in Part 5 — The Art of Cunnilingus!

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