Ask K5: Should I keep eating out my friend who has a boyfriend? By Angelfish in Angelfish's Diary Fri Jan 10, 2014 at 02:49:03 AM EST Tags: Advice, Relationships (all tags)
	It started innocently enough. We were listening to Peaches as I drove her around the city; Peaches mentioned oral sex. "Why are we even listening to this?" she asked. "Shuffle. Change it back to the Frozen soundtrack." She fiddled with my iPhone 5s. "Let It Go" replaced the raunchy rhymes. "Do you think it's that fun?" "What?" "Oral sex." "To be honest, I'm afraid of it." "Really? Wow. You're gonna have to fill me in on that, but I meant oral sex done to women." "Well, my ex really liked it. She told me my tongue was the only reason she stayed with my crazy ass for so long." "You crazy? You're so sweet though." "Oh, there was a time-" "My boyfriend won't go down on me, but he always wants me to suck his dick. That's not fair, right?" "I don't think so. Why won't he eat you out?" "He thinks it'll make him less of a man." "How silly." "I love him, but I really want to experience it once, and I don't think he'll ever do it." "Fine. I'll eat you out." I laughed, but she didn't. "I-" "Really?" It was a good thing nobody else was on the road as I turned to her to see how serious she was. Unfortunately, it was a dark road, and I couldn't decipher her face's nuances, so I just assumed she was. "Well, if you're up for it, then I'm up for it." "Let me think about it."

I ordered only a cherry lime spritzer at Denny's. I could not concentrate enough to have an appetite. As we conversed about the college life, I anticipated her answer. That night, I wanted nothing more than to have her thick, athletic legs wrapped around my head as salivated all over her shaven pussy. I would've even done so in that diner. "Were you serious about your offer?" she asked. "Yeah. Still thinking about?" "It wouldn't be cheating, would it? I mean, it's not like he's offering to do it." "It's technically not sex." "Just this once though, okay? After this, let's never speak of it again." We finished our food and drove back to her dorm. Since we had spent the evening at the gym, we decided to shower first. Since neither of us had any patience, we showered together. We lathered ourselves, but our hands occasionally broke the platonic barrier. "You have a great body," she said as she ran her fingers across my chest. "Why do you hide it with baggy clothes?" "I could say the same about you. You are hot." I took the chance. I reached out and groped her breast. Her fingers slid across the length of my dick before they lifted off my body. "We should do this right now." "Yeah. It might escalate into something more if we wait too long." I moved her back against the wall of the stall and descended to her wet, shaven pussy. I licked her legs before I worked my magic. Her body twitched; she tried in futility to muffle her moans by biting down on her fist. I never heard her swear so much. After she enjoyed a few convulsions, she pushed me away. "Stop stop stop." She let out a long sigh as she slid down until we were face to face. "That was amazing." She licked her lips. "I have never had an orgasm like that before." "I'm happy I could help." "Would you do it again?" "Uh, sure." She caught her breath and then stood up. "Thank you so much." She grabbed the back of my head and pulled me toward her pussy. We stopped when the shower started pouring cold water on us. I needed her help out of the bathroom as my legs had fallen asleep. We sat on the edge of her bed in towels. "I can't believe you just did that to me." "Do you regret it?" "No no no. I don't think I'll be able to forget it though." "Oh." "Let's hang out again tomorrow." "Uh, sure. I could make time for you." "And the next day. And everyday afterward." "You don't think your roommates will get suspicious?" "No. They think you're gay." "That's convenient." "You're a great friend." She kissed me on the cheek. She texted me at ten in the morning the next day asking to go for a jog. It wasn't much of a jog--We only ran two miles--, but it did give us an excuse to shower together again. The days continued like that. I didn't always eat her out in the shower. I occasionally ate her out in the restrooms of pubs and diners as well as in a study room in the library. She soon felt guilty that I gave her so much pleasure while she gave me none, but I insisted that I enjoyed it as much as she did. Nevertheless, she insisted that she repay me. After I ate her out, she'd suck me dry. As I mentioned previously, I feared fellatio, but she is as gentle with my phallus as my ex is. She wouldn't even bite me in the dreams I had of our time together. My problem now is that I fear I am growing too attached to her. I want to fuck her more than ever now. At the very least, I want to kiss her, but we agreed that while groping and oral sex were a gray area, kissing and fucking definitely were not. I don't want to end up as one of those guys who falls in love with a friend and ruins that friendship, because she's really cool to hang out with. Not only that, but I'm attending Promise Keepers in a few weeks, and I feel like this action might violate some of the promises I intend to make to Jesus during that weekend. I'm also starting to think that my breath must smell like pussy and peppermint with how often I eat her out and brush my teeth. Nevertheless, I want more. It's not enough that I get to stick my dick in her mouth; I want it in her pussy. I don't just want my tongue on her pussy, tits, and asshole; I also want it in her mouth. What should I do? Is my worry reasonable or am I being self-destructive like Crawford and trying to ruin a good thing?

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