I started to say something, but, she put her finger to my lips and asked me to let her finish. She emphasized her point by clenching her pussy muscles around my erection, and reminding me that I had no choice but to stay where I was and hear her out.
“Brad,” she continued, “I’ve had a few relationships with guys while I’ve known you, and a couple of them have been serious, as you know. For the most part, though, every one of my relationships broke down after a while. I’m not sure why, but, I started to get this complex that there was something wrong with me. Maybe I just pick the wrong guys, or, maybe I expect too much in a man. Maybe I’m looking for something that doesn’t exist – but, I didn’t want to start something with you and then have it go wrong. If that happened, I could very well lose my best friend and maybe the only guy in the world that has stood by my side when I needed someone to lean on.”
As I listened to her words, I thought about some of her relationships and I completely understood what she was saying.
“But, even now,” she said, “now that you poured your heart out to me and I know you were in love with me, that’s even more of a reason why we can’t be together, don’t you see?” She asked. “I couldn’t stand it if I had a relationship with you that broke down like the others did. That would be horrible.”
Her eyes were pleading for me to understand, and she was waiting for me to respond now, glancing back and forth across my face, anticipating what I might say.
“Sharron,” I replied, “first of all, there’s nothing wrong with you. You’re pretty, and smart and sexy, plus you’re compassionate, thoughtful and giving. Those other guys were just jerks and ass-holes. And believe me; I know exactly how horrible it would be to lose you for a friend, so I understand what you’re saying.”
“So, we can still be friends even if I don’t love you the same way back?” She asked.
“Of course,” I replied, “but, are you going to be okay knowing how I’ve felt about you in the past and maybe still do?”
“Yeah,” she answered, “I think so. It’s kind of nice knowing someone loves me. And if I ever change my mind about you, or figure myself out, you’ll be the first one to know.”
“Well,” I sighed, “I guess I can live with that. I can try not to love you, Sharron. You know, I might slip from time to time and say or do something stupid. Then there’s those times I get those uncontrollable erections when ever I’m around you. That’s not intentional, Sharron, it just happens. I can’t control that. You’re going to give me a break on those things, right?”
She laughed and answered, “Brad, I’m glad I turn at least one man on like that. I mean, it’s kinda nice to know I have that affect on you. And. Yes, I’ll give you a break if I see your pants all puffed out behind your zipper…. it will be our little secret, I promise.”
I thought about it and then thanked her. Somehow, it felt like we were going over the terms of our ‘break-up’, as if we had already been boyfriend and girlfriend, asking each other if we could still be friends.
After a minute, she tapped her finger on my nose, smiled and said, “There’s something else I wanted to talk to you about tonight.”
“So, go ahead,” I urged, “we might as well get everything out on the table.”
“It’s just that,” she paused, “well, you know I’m no different than you or anyone else when it comes to sex. I mean, I get horny, too! And I was just thinking maybe you wouldn’t mind being my ‘Naked Guy Toy’ and doing the CFNM thing for me every now and then.”
My eyes shot open when I realized what she was asking. This meant we could continue to be friends and see each other. It also meant, I assume, that she was interested having me be naked when I was around her.
“Hell yes!” I answered. Then I cautiously asked, “Does that mean I might eventually get the chance to make love to you?”
She smiled as she spoke. “Well, I’m not going to promise anything, but after the ride I just had sitting on top of your cock, if I get desperate, you’re definitely the top candidate right now. What I was getting at, though, is this…. I was hoping you would be interested in a friendly CFNM agreement from time to time. You know, what I mean right? Being completely naked in front of me when we’re together.”
“Brad,” she explained, “Honestly, I really enjoy looking at a naked man, especially if he’s excited and erect. And you, my friend” she said, “look absolutely adorable when you’re excited and erect. You’re perfectly sized and shaped….. and to be completely truthful, I really got off on watching you stroke yourself in front of me.” She said.
“But you have to promise me,” she warned, “that we’re just going to remain friends through this…. friends helping each other, and we’re not going to let yourself fall in love with me again. Eventually, I might even find a guy that’s not a jerk or an ass-hole, and when I do, you’re going to have to back off and let it play out. Do you think you could do that?”
“Sharron, you know I’ve never been anything but supportive of your relationships and more than anything else in the world, I do want you to be happy, so I wouldn’t ever dream of interfering.” I answered. “So, yeah, I think it would work.”
As I answered, she smiled, wiggled her hips and scooted herself down on me, lightly grinding her pelvis against mine.
“Oh, Brad! I’m so happy you’re willing to do it.” She said. “Now, just a few more tiny details and I think we’re set. I was thinking we need to agree on some CFNM rules so there are no misunderstandings. That’s fair, right?” She asked.
“Sure.” I replied.
“So,” she continued, “the first rule has to be that you’ll get naked for me any time it’s safe for you to do it like here in the condo, for example. And that means no covering yourself up, Brad, you have to let yourself be seen….. even if you, uh, have an erection.”
“Fine with me,” I said, “that sounds easy.”
“Now, its okay for you to stroke yourself,” she added, “I understand you might need to get some relief if you’re walking around all day with that cock of yours poking out and leaking all over the place, so that’s perfectly fine with me. All I ask is that you let me watch while you do it. You’re free to make yourself cum if you want to, in fact, that’s something that would really turn me on to see.”
“Next, I want you to promise me you won’t go snooping around in my lingerie without me knowing.” She said. “That means either clean or dirty, Brad.” See looked directly in my eyes when she said this. There was a bit of a smirk on her face when she said it, but, I could see she was trying to make a point.
“We both know you have this fascination with women’s lingerie, Bradley, and I’ve read some things about that on the internet, and I guess it’s pretty common, but I don’t want to have to worry that you’re perving out on my bras and panties behind my back.” She explained. “I would much rather know when you’re doing it and maybe we can make that part of our CFNM time.”
“Since you’re going to be naked for me,” she went on, “I think I can allow you to use some of my lingerie if it keeps you hard and helps you cum. But, I don’t want you digging around in my things without my permission. Are we cool with that?” She asked.
I blushed as she spoke. It was like she was scolding me for what I did with her panties when she wasn’t home. It was embarrassing to hear her talk to me about my secret desire to have her lingerie, but, she seemed to understand why a man would be interested in his fantasy woman’s panties, so I agreed and promised I wouldn’t violate her trust. Besides, if she was going to give them to me anyway, there wasn’t a need to sneak around about it. I was just happy she understood why I wanted her panties.
“Good.” She said. “Now, I do have a favor to ask, and you don’t have to agree to this, but I’m hoping you’ll at least think about it.”
“Okay, what is it?” I asked.
“Well, would you mind if I take a few pictures of you while you’re naked?” She asked. “I won’t take any with your face in it, but, I would dearly love to have some pictures of your cock, and maybe a few of you stroking it and cumming for me. Maybe we can take some with you using my panties,” she continued, “and maybe I can lend you a pair or two to keep for a while in trade for some pictures, which of course, I would promise to keep totally private, you know, uh, just for my private use when I’m alone.”
“Sharron,” I replied, “Do you mean you would actually masturbate while looking at pictures of my cock?”
She must have thought I was serious, but I was only joking, adding “I trust you totally with any pictures you might take, Sharron. You wouldn’t even have to give me your panties, but, if you want to do that, I would cherish them. I guess you know that. So, yeah, I’m okay with the pictures as long as you keep them to yourself.”
“I know it’s kind of a super personal thing to ask, even ‘kinky’ I guess,” she replied, “but, so is giving you my panties to use while you masturbate. Don’t you think?”
I had to agree with her and I told her so. I also told her that I trusted her implicitly with any pictures she wanted to take. We talked a few more minutes about the rest of the rules she wanted to put in place and then finally, she wanted some assurance I wouldn’t try to make her love me.
“I just want to see you happy,” I answered, “I can accept the fact that we’re not going to be boyfriend and girlfriend, Sharron. I know you’re going to date and go out with guys, and I really hope you meet someone that will make you happy and not turn into an ass-wipe.”
“Well, Brad,” she sighed, “I have to say that this went a lot easier than I thought it would. I know I broke your heart today, but, it’s turned out okay. Hasn’t it?” She asked.
I felt tears start to well up in my eyes. I tried to keep her from noticing, but there was no way I could fool her. Then, as a lone tear started to run down my cheek, she wiped it away immediately and kissed my cheek. It felt good, though, to have finally told her everything. At least she knew the whole story and if there were any doubt in her mind that she wasn’t lovable, hopefully they were put to rest.