The young lady Of His Best Friend.


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At the auditory sensation of an unfamiliar car railway locomotive rumbling into the driveway, a puzzled Jennifer stood up and walked to the window to identify the source of the noise. Surely Dave had n't bought yet another car ?
being married to a confirmed petrol-head had some advantage, such as always having an exciting motor-car to rally around in, but it also had some disadvantages, such as their garden, garage and often the kitchen filled with oily rag, oil, tools and various scattered automobile function, strange looking halo, pistons, nuts, bolts and all sort of engine detritus.

Her hilltop furrowed at the sight of a 1970 's John Ford Capri parked outside the figurehead doorway of the semi-detached house where she had lived for the past five geezerhood, since she had married Dave. It was certainly a classic British sports car, but did they really need it ?
Although Dave had a seemly job, earning sound money, times were baffling enough as it was.
Jennifer 's part-time job at the local pub did n't bring her in a lot of give up cash, and she was always asking the gaffer for extra hours, just for the money for a few personal luxury items.

She breathed a gentle sigh of backup as she saw Dave 's best friend Andy climb out of the car. Andy was also a car addict, and had been Dave 's pal for years. He 'd been best man at their wedding, and had been responsible for organising an honour guard of men in boilersuit holding magnanimous spanner aloft when she and Dave had left the Christian church - a fitting ( and humorous ) spot. Jennifer grinned at the memory.

As she walked towards the figurehead room access, the doorbell rang. She swung the threshold open and greeted Andy with a smile.

'' Hi Andy ! He 's not here at the instant, and he wo n't be back for a little piece yet. ``

'' That 's ok jenny, but I sort of needed to see him. Any chance I could descend in and hold back ? ``

'' Sure, truelove, come on in and sit down. I 'll put the kettleful on. ``

Andy walked through to the waiting area whilst Jennifer went into the kitchen. Whilst the kettle boiled she added the coffee to the cups, four sugars for Andy as usual, black with no Milk for her own.

With the coffee berry made, she carried the cupful through to the sofa. Andy was sitting comfortably in the armchair, so Jennifer set them down on the coffee table, and sat down on the lounge facing him.

The pair of them chatted, making low talk and generally having a gab. Jennifer asked about the Ford now parked alfresco, and found out that Andy had only bought it yesterday. It needed a bit of work, but it was basically a clean motor. Whilst they talked, Andy ran through his pattern string of antic and muzzle, making Jennifer jest, as he usually did.
Although she had n't been faithless to Dave since they first met eight yr ago, Jennifer had always wondered what would have happened if Andy, and not Dave, had come over and chatted her up that nighttime in the pub.
It was entirely potential that she might 've ended up dating Andy instead, as Jennifer had always had a flabby touch for him.
As they talked, she smiled inwardly as she occasionally caught Andy 's center straying downwards to where her titty nestled under her vest-top. She felt a tinge of embarrassment when she realised that his gaze was also occasionally wandering down to her genital organ. She crossed her tight denim-encased leg, but she also felt a flimsy gush of excitement at the sentiment that Andy was 'checking her out'.

She was used to ridicule ogling her at work of course, she had a salutary figure by all score, and usually wore low tops and short skirts to work - she had found that men bought her drinks a lot more often if she did so.

The burnt umber now long drunkard, she was giggling at yet another of Andy 's wisecracks, when her mobile phone beeped it 's text alert. She scowled slightly as she read the text edition from Dave out trashy - `` Gon na be 60 minutes yet, see you soon ''.

'' Oh well, it 's up to you if you want to abide and waitress Andy, '' she continued `` I 'm going to receive to go and get ready for employment in a bit, but I can micturate you a sandwich or something if you 're going to stay. ``

'' No, but thanks anyway Jenny, guess I 'll have to get going soon. '' was the reply.

Jennifer blushed as she realised that Andy had spoken the Word directly to her bosom, no longer even keeping up the pretence of looking her in the eye.

Looking up, Andy caught her eye, and stammered his discussion hesitantly `` Um ... er ... jenny ass, can I ... ah ... er ... ask you something ? '' As he spoke the words, he fumbled for something from the pocket of his trousers.

'' Yeah, go on ! '' Jennifer answered brightly, feeling all at once embarrassed, flattered and slightly aroused by Andy 's obvious admiration of her body.
Unthinkingly, she flashed a glance at Andy 's jetty, and caught her breath as she realised that he had a very seeable hard-on straining in his trousers.

'' Er ... um ... well, it 's like this Jen, '' Andy continued `` I 've always kind of been a bit jealous of Dave, 'cause he 's got you, and you 're a good-looking bird alright. '' Jennifer felt her face flush with warmth as her cheeks reddened.

He continued to stammer `` I've..I 've ... um ... I 've always thought you had capital ... er ... tit. '' As he spoke the word of honor, Jennifer saw that he had a bowl of twenty punt banknotes in his hand, and he was peeling off some as he spoke `` If I gave you a 100 quid, would you show them to me ? '' he tilted his head to one side, pulled a typeface and gave one of his daft flash, which always made Jennifer laugh.

She fought hard not to giggle, and attempted to affect an air of aghast indignation, but somehow she knew she was failing to do so. In truth she was by now feeling more than slightly aroused. However, she was for the second tongue-tied, unsure of exactly what to say or do.

Andy pulled some more tone from the bank-roll. `` Ok Jen, two hundred ! '' He made another boldness, gurning madly. Jennifer 's frontage finally slipped and she giggled out loud.
'I know it 's wrong, but what possible impairment could it do ?'She thought to herself. 'It 's not like guy wire do n't gaze at my titmouse and arse all night when I 'm at study, and it 's only Andy, not arrant strangers .'

She fought a legal brief mental battle with herself, trying to find grounds to rationalize why she should or should not comply with Andy 's request.

Finally, she made a snap decision. `` Two hundred ? '' she blurted out `` Ok then, you 're on ! ``

She crossed her arm in movement of her and, grasping the hem of her vest with both script, whipped it off, throwing it up into the air, where it landed on the flooring a few understructure away. Inwardly she was glad she had one of her Nice bras on, she would 've hated to have been wearing one of her old greying mutation bras.

Her hands flew round to the midriff of her back, and unclasped the eye-hooks holding her bra shoulder strap. She hastily flung the garment into the air, where it 's trajectory traced a brief arc through the air, before landing airless by the cast-off vest.

Smiling, she raised her weaponry and clasped her bridge player behind her head, spreading her elbow joint all-inclusive so that her tit stood proudly towards the broadly grinning man face-to-face her.

She slowly rotated her body to the left wing and to the right hand, her dope swaying gently as she did so.

Andy stared wide eyed at her thorax for a to the full minute before he spoke. He swallowed hard, gulping air before he spoke `` Um ... If I gave you another two hundred Jen, could I ... er ... touch them ? Maybe play with them a bit ? ``

Jennifer 's jaw dropped in suprise, she knew it was totally wrong to be doing this but in truth she was secretly enjoying the charged sexual exhilaration she was feeling. She had n't been unfaithful to Dave in the eight years they 'd been together, but this did n't really count, did it ?

Now it was her turn to stammer as she spoke `` Er ... ok, Andy - that 'll make it f-four C dog pound, y-yeah ? ``

'' for certain ! '' said Andy, as he deposited the notes on the coffee table. He stood and walked around the low table, sitting himself aboard Jennifer. Nervously, his hands shook a piffling as he began to gently caress Jennifer 's chest. His warm helping hand grasped the sizeable titty, squeezing and stroking them, his fingertips tweaking her erect mamilla, lightly at first, then more strongly.

Jennifer gave a light moan of pleasure, and closed her optic as she let the pleasurable sensations sweep through her body.
Her eyes suddenly opened wide as she felt Andy 's rima oris close around her right field chest, his lips clamping down on her indulgent flesh, whilst his tongue flickered to and fro across her nipple. His script swirled around her left breast, his digit simultaneously imitating the stimulation his tongue and teeth were now performing on the right one.

Jennifer intended to say 'No !'but the simply sound that emerged from her oral fissure was a low moan of pleasure. She could palpate the warmth inside her inguen now and, guiltily, she knew she was soaking wet down below.

After a spell, Andy 's paw and mouth released their grip on Jennifer 's organic structure, and he sat back a petty, smiling.

Jennifer 's nous was a convolution of disarray - guilty conscience and dubiety wrestled with arouse thrills and intimate arousal. She was astounded at Andy 's future move.

He pulled the curl of line out once more, and cast it onto the table. `` Er ... if I made it a thousand Ezra Loomis Pound, Jen, '' He hesitated, then continued `` ... would you ... um ... er ... devote me a blast job ? ``

Once More, Jennifer 's jaw dropped in astonishment. She knew she should n't, but by now she was so turned on that she would 've agreed to almost anything.

She amazed herself by wordlessly climbing from the sofa, then kneeling in front of the still seated Andy. Her hands trembled as she unzipped his trouser and, fumbling inside them, pulled out his stiff member.
It throbbed magnificently in her hands as Andy undid his bang and unbuttoned himself, to give her sluttish access to his set up penis.
It stood proud in her clench, the end already glistening with pre-cum.

Jennifer eagerly dropped her head onto the turncock and set to work. Pursing her lips, she slurped noisily at the droplets of semen oozing from the meatus at the end of the hard rod. She put out her tongue and pushed the tip of it firmly to the tip of the putz before her, flicking it around the top, then working her way around the purple Alexander Bell, before lifting the jibe with her hired hand and using her tongue to titillate the frenum, knowing that that area where the prepuce attaches to the shaft is a very sensible spot.

Andy groaned out loud, his obvious delight only serving to increase Jennifer 's own excitment. She began to knead her entirely lip over the end of the prick now, bobbing her heading up and down as she did so.
At first she simply took the bell-end into her lip, then released it quickly. Repeating this several fourth dimension, she began to turn it further into her mouth with each brusque stroke, every time sliding her lip a picayune far down the shaft.
She began to alternate the length at which she reached down the cock, one dead stroke followed by one deep one, then one short one followed by low gear two cryptical strokes, then three.

Her free hand fumbled with the sash of her own dungaree, and she wriggled her finger's breadth inside her knickers and began to slide a duo of finger in and out of her moist vagina, then stroking her clitoris before plunging them back inside herself.

She felt Andy 's hand Menachem Begin to caress her whisker, and then firmly get the picture the crest of her head. Jennifer needed very little encouragement, angling the member towards herself to enable her to shove her head all the way down the shaft, right to the base.

Although it felt to be about the Same length as Dave 's it was noticably full, and she gagged a little as the girth of it seemed to replete the back of her throat.

Andy 's handwriting lifted from her header, and she gratefully withdrew for a import. A foresightful drip of semen extended humorously from the end of the phallus to her grim lip and she smiled as she theatrically lapped at it with her tongue.

The grinning fell from her face to be replaced by an expression of suprise as, to her chagrin, she saw that Andy had his Mobile phone in his hand, and was filming her - she realised that he was making his very own POV movie !

disarray reigned in her mind, and she froze hesitantly as Andy, still filming, stood and moved around behind her as she continued to kneel in forepart of the sofa.
She felt his free helping hand tug at her loose blue jean behind her and, to her own amazement, she found herself using one script to support herself on the sofa and the other hand assisting Andy in removing her jeans, pulling at her knickers as she did so, and raising first one leg then the other to facilitate his removal of the last vestiges of her wear.

Now completely naked, she continued to kneel unresistingly as Andy fell to his own stifle behind her. Reacting to an unspoken instruction she obediently parted her legs further to easier ease the penetration that she both expected and desired.

She was n't disappointed, as she felt the tip of Andy 's penis rub up against the wet lips of her pussy. She realised that he was using one helping hand wrapped around the substructure of his cock to guide it in as it nudged it 's way into her, and that he was probably still filming her with the speech sound in his other hand.

Involuntarily she groaned loudly as the length of it pushed deep into her, the extra girth giving unexpected but welcome extra champion as Andy began to get laid her, gently and slowly at first, then harder and faster, hard and faster.
His resign helping hand pushed down firmly on the small of her backrest, and then moved around to grasp her hip tightly as he banged his manhood in and out of her.

Jennifer 's own hands slid down her body. She pressed the slope of her fount onto the sofa to support herself while she used one hired hand to act as with her jiggling bosom, and the former to stimulate her clitoris as the cock rammed into her from behind.

She began to constrict and contract her vaginal brawn, both to heighten her own pleasure and instinctively desiring to break further pleasure to the man penetrating her so forcefully.

It proved more than enough for Andy, and Jennifer heard him cry out loudly whilst she felt his hot load shoot into her interior. The warmly lode, the stiffening of his consistency against her, and the delight of knowing that this man was enjoying her body so a lot also proved enough for her too, and she moaned as her own climax rippled through her body, like a series of galvanizing shocks.

Gasping for air, Jennifer slumped forward onto the sofa. She heard Andy, panting severe, sit heavily on the carpet behind her. As her excitement began to lessen, the fruition of what she had just done began to dawn on her.

Sudden pangs of guilt flashed into her mind, and she thought of Dave, and how detriment he would be if he knew what she had just done.
She felt too ashamed to bend around and face Andy as she heard him, his breath now back to convention, viewpoint and zip himself up.

She cringed inwardly as she heard him utter `` Um, ok then Jen, I 'd better be going. I 'll leave alone that money on the table. William Tell Dave I 've called in will you, and I 'll see him down the pub tomorrow Nox, yeah ? ``

Embarrassed, Jennifer found herself ineffective to speak or even affect as she heard him walk to the social movement threshold and let himself out. She pulled herself up to a sitting spatial relation on the sofa, clamping her leg tightly together l the warhead of semen inside her should leak out.

She glanced around the room.

Her clothes were scattered across the base, her knee pants still entangled in her jean, her vest and bra to one incline. The empty cups still stood on the java table, alongside the hatful of banknotes.

She stared unmovingly at the tantrum, still unable to trust what she had just done. She remained motionless for several instant, then suddenly she leapt to her base. She gathered up the money and looked around.

indecision gripped her head as she began to panic, wondering what to do next.

She knew she had to shower before Dave got home, to cleanse the dirty affair she had just participated in, to purify herself for him, but she also had to tidy up, and hide out what she had done.

Her stomach turned summersault as she put the money back down on the table and gathered up her clothes from the floor. She tucked her clothes under one arm, and grabbed at the handles of the cups.
Jennifer dashed into the kitchen, shoving the wearing apparel hastily into the washables machine, and placing the cups in the swallow hole. She ran back into the waiting room and saw with alarm that her bra had fallen on the floor.
She grabbed at it, and dashed back to the washing automobile and threw it in.

Her hands shaking, she washed the cups, then dried them and put them away.

She returned to the lounge, but suddenly remembered that she had left a report tissue in the pocket of her dungaree so, not wishing to have it disintergrate in the laundry she ran back and fumbled with the dress until she removed the offending article.

Ironically, as she did so, a clump of semen dripped from her, clinging stickily to her thigh. She used the tissue to wipe herself, then hastened upstairs to flush it down the toilet.

She pulled the handle to abandon the cistern, then turned the knobs to bulge out the flow of water in the shower. As she briefly waited for the water to heat up to the adjust temperature Jennifer realised with horror that the money was still on the table in the lounge !

Panicking, she dashed downstairs. She snatched the notes from the table and raced back upstair. Unsure of where to hide it, she burst into the bedroom, and hastily tugged her underwear draftsman assailable. She stuffed the roll of eminence in, hiding them beneath her collecting of lingerie.

She returned to the lav, and showered throughly, spending much farseeing than common soaping down her consistency, and slipping shower-gel crusty fingers into herself to ascertain that all the foreign sperm cell inside her would be gone.

Jennifer sponged her body hard whilst the jets of strong pee shimmered over her nudeness. She paid especial aid to her chest, her back and her hip, all the position where Andy had touched her, as if she could wash off away the tone of his hands on her skin, the sensation of which still lingered in her mind.

She had spent so long in the shower that she had only just emerged when she heard Dave 's key rattling in the ringlet of the presence door downstairs.

With an electrifying jolt of terror and guilt, she grabbed a hand-towel and arranged it toque style around her wet hair, then wrapped a bath-towel around her still-wet body.

Nervously, she ran down the stair to greet Dave in the hallway. As she descended, in her creative thinker she attempted to pen herself, to warrant her actions to herself. Although what she had done was terrible, a thousand hammering was a thousand pounds - more money than she would 've earned in several calendar month at the pub.
She made a promise to herself that she would use some of the money to spoil Dave, to draw up for her dread secluded betrayal.

'' Hey, babe ! '' said Dave, smiling. His eyes took in her eubstance, barely concealed by the towel, making Jennifer blush guiltily.
He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her passionately on the mouth, his glossa seeking it 's way into her unresisting mouth, as his hands strayed underneath the towel behind her, his digit caressing her bare buttocks.
She could feel his erection bulging in his trousers as he pressedd her tightly against himself.

He released her from the embrace and said inquiringly `` Has Andy been here this afternoon ? ``

A sudden flash of panic nip through Jennifer. Did he already eff what had happened ? Had he somehow guessed ? Had Andy phoned him and told him ? God forbid, Andy might 've even sent him the video footage of her unfaithfulness !

Her stomach churned as she momentarily hesitated, unsure of what to say. Andy 's parting words had been 'Tell Dave I 'd called round'were n't they ? There was no point in denying it, and if Andy told Dave that he 'd been around then her lying would be suspicious.

She tried not to blush as she stuttered `` Um, yes, but he could n't wait, he said he 'd see you in the pub tomorrow Nox. ``

Dave breathed a sigh of relief.

Once more Jennifer 's jaw dropped in shock and horror as Dave asked `` Did he go out the thousand Irish punt I lent him yesterday so 's he could buy his new Capri, then ? ''