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The Breakup and the Best Friend

Brandi sat quietly in her bedroom, gazing at her blurry reflection in the mirror, flaring her bright red nostrils as she tried to will her pain away.
 

Brandi was never especially good at rejection, so when she met her boyfriend, Brian, she had breathed a bottomless sigh of relief. He seemed like a good enough guy, and it was easy for Brandi to picture them getting married eventually.
 

Boy was she wrong.

They went for lunch earlier that day, and it had started off nicely enough, meeting at her favorite restaurant Montcello’s. They talked about their day over the always amazing pasta, and even ordered dessert once their plates were empty. It was while waiting for the tiramisu when Brian’s smile was suddenly sobered by a dead serious stare.
 

Brandi started to panic as he began discussing their life together. She thought he was about to pop the question.
 

Boy was she wrong, again.

Apparently, Brian felt their relationship had grown stagnate, and felt the need to move forward toward bigger and better things. He didn’t use the words bigger or better, but it was clear what he meant when he said the only way to move forward was to drift apart. He stood, then left, leaving her alone before the tiramisu arrived at the table.
 

Brandi wished he’d left without paying the check, that way she could hate him more.

She stayed at the table for another 15 minutes, trying to keep her composure. She knew if she stood too quickly, tears would spill in the restaurant. Once she was calm, she stood, left the table, and crossed the parking lot to her two year old Accord, in the deep blue she had picked because Brian said he liked the color.
 

Brandi collapsed into the car, fell into a fit of tears and sobbing, and cried the entire way home. An hour or so later she found herself staring at the mirror with puffy, red eyes. The world she knew was gone. Brandi spent the last four years with a man who had left her with less warning than a tornado.
 

She cursed herself, then Brian. The pig could have had the decency to make the decision seem remotely difficult. He didn’t.

Brandi wondered what to do, then did the only thing that made any sense.
 

She picked up her purse, fished for her phone, then pulled it out and called Tim, her life-long friend. They had grown up together and when times were tough, he always got her through it.

“What’s wrong?” Tim asked, entering her apartment. Brandi hadn’t told him anything other than she needed him to come over immediately. She tried to keep her voice natural-sounding but just like she knew Tim, he knew her all too well.
 

Tim could tell something was wrong the second he saw her face trying to swallow her tears. Brandi was silent, mostly because she couldn’t speak. She grabbed ahold of him, then sobbed into his chest. Tim wrapped his arms around his friend and comforted her.

After a few minutes, Brandi finally spoke. “Brian broke up with me today.”

“I'm sorry Brandi,” was all Tim could say. He seemed nearly as assaulted by the news as Brandi had been.
 

Eventually they found the couch and Brandi poured her heartache into Tim's lap. When Brandi was done she nuzzled against him and asked him all the questions she knew he'd answer like only a best friend could.
 

Was she ugly? No.
 

Was she annoying? No.

Was she dumb or dull? No.

 
What was it then? Suddenly Brandi felt angry and resentful towards her now ex.

“What the hell did he want?” she asked Tim. He didn’t even try to answer, just waited for her to continue. “I mean, I did everything he wanted. And I mean everything!”

Brandi sat up straight and stared Tim dead in the eyes. “I mean, what the fuck? Did you know that I let him fuck my ass? Huh?”

Tim looked at her without expression. Brandi could tell he had no idea what to say. Not that it mattered to her. She didn’t really need him to speak, just to listen. To be the same great friend he’d always been. Though she did feel bad for subjecting Tim to the anger that should have been reserved for Brian.

“No really, Tim,” Brandi continued. “He just asked and I let him. I let him stick his cock in my asshole. And that wasn't the only thing I let him do. I let him cum all over me. I swear I dripped from head to toe like one of those sluts in a porno!”

Tim gawked at Brandi, riling her further. She was on a roll, ready to spill every one of her dirty, nasty acts to her friend. She started pacing the room, telling him everything, stopping only when she noticed the massive bulge in his jeans.

“Enjoying this are you?” she asked gruffly. “I'm glad someone is!”

She turned and started to leave the room, but Tim grabbed her by the arm. His grip was firm enough to hold her, but not enough to make it hurt. She twirled her arm from his grasp, then glared at him with her hands on her hips.

“What?” she asked, belligerent.

“I'm watching my best friend have a meltdown over some asshole. You think I'm enjoying that?”

“Obviously you're enjoying something,” she fired back. Brandi reached out and grabbed Tim’s cock, giving it a shake.

Tim batted her hand, then glared at her. “Jesus, Mary and Joseph, Brandi. What do you expect? You've just told me, in explicit detail, about yours and Brian's sexcapades.”

Brandi stared blankly for a moment as she formulated the perfect, hurtful comeback.
 
When nothing came to mind, she simply growled and slapped him across the face.

“What the fuck was that for?” Tim snarled, rubbing his jaw.

“For thinking with the wrong head, bastard,” Brandi spat and turned to leave again.

“Oh, hell no!” Tim yelled and grabbed her by the arm. This time his grip hurt and Brandi winced at the pain as he drug her down the hall. To admit she was scared would have been easy. To admit it to Tim and again give into a man?
 

No way.

Brandi struggled with Tim, but only slightly, mostly letting him drag her along. She felt bad because had she lashed out at him over Brian. She was in the wrong and wondered if Tim would ever forgive her. Right now he wasn't looking for forgiveness; he was looking to get even.

Brandi screamed as Tim dragged her into the bathtub and turned the shower on full. The water was cold and bit into her skin like tiny needles. She struggled at first, but quickly gave up and surrendered to her medicine. She stared up at her friend, looming above her with his arms in an X against his chest.

“Just cool the fuck off!” Tim shouted, then left, slamming the bathroom door on his way out.

Brandi sat in the tub and took the freezing cold shower. As she replayed the meltdown in her head, she realized more and more what she had done to Tim was wrong. He had every right to get aroused, whether he enjoyed her tale or not. In fact, Brandi admitted she had become slightly aroused, too. But was it the words that came from her mouth or the images of those acts replayed in her mind?
 

Or was it seeing Tim with his cock bulging against his pants because of her?

Brand couldn't decide. She thought maybe it was all of it. She knew nothing for sure, except that she was cold and wet. As she reached for the faucet to turn off the water, the bathroom door opened. It was Tim. He held a bathrobe in one hand and an apology on his face.

“Listen Brandi,” he said, turning off the faucet. “I'm sorry I lost it out there.”

“No,” Brandi replied. “I'm sorry. I'm the one who lost it, not you. If I hadn't been such a...”

“A bitch?” Tim finished her sentence, smiling. Brandi dropped her eyes, then laughed and agreed with a nod.

“Yes,” she said. Something in Tim's smile made her forget the hole in her heart. “Yes, a bitch. I had it coming.”

Tim helped her out of the tub, then handed her a towel after discarding the robe on the vanity. “Yes you did. How did you NOT expect me to get aroused with all of the stuff you were talking about?”

“So it did arouse you?” she asked. Considering her recent assault upon him she decided sarcasm probably wasn't the right tone for that question.
 

He told her he would be waiting for her in the den and she nodded.
 

Tim left her alone to dry off and change.

It took Brandi a while to wrap her mind around what Tim had just said. She wondered why they had never dated. She thought they would have been the perfect match. They knew each other thoroughly. Maybe it was their brother-sister-like relationship. Brandi thought about it as she stripped from her cold, sopping clothes, then dried herself quickly and looked in the mirror. She wanted to forget Brian. Maybe Tim was the guy to help ease her heartache, even if only briefly.
 

She smiled, slipped into the bath robe, and only the bath robe, then left for the den.

As Brandi walked the hall, she began to wonder how Tim would react. She hoped she wouldn't shatter their friendship, but she was willing to do what she felt she needed to. As she turned the corner into the den, Tim was on the couch watching TV. He glanced at her, smiling. Brandi slid onto the couch beside him and cuddled. Tim put his arm around her.

Brandi smiled to herself. Tim was about to get his payment for being such a great friend all of their lives. “I'm sorry Tim,” she apologized as she snuggled closer. Tim snorted – clearly still miffed by their earlier conversation.
 

Brandi frowned for a moment, then decided it was do or die.

She sat up and eased herself from the couch, then thumbed the TV off and turned to face Tim. Without a word, she loosened the belt of her robe, then smiled at the hunger in her friend's eyes.

He stayed silent, his gaze piercing through her robe as if he were trying to imagine the beauty beneath. She felt her pussy soften at the thought, then told herself that soon enough he wouldn't have to imagine.

After she untied her robe, she slowly pulled the cotton belt through the two loops, then twirled it in front of her, swatting at Tim. She dangled the end of the belt over his chest and moved it slowly across his body.
 

Brandi planned to make this an afternoon her best friend would never forget.

Brandi drew the belt down over Tim's crotch and he lightly gasped. She could see his cock bulging under his pants as she slid the belt in a circle around it. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the couch in quiet surrender.
 

She knew she had him. After a few more minutes of teasing, Brandi tossed the belt on his body and took a few steps back, then turned around so her back was facing him. She let the robe fall, just enough to expose her creamy shoulders.
 

Brandi thought all she needed was some music and everything would be perfect, so she shimmied a little side to side, swaying her hips in tiny circles as she glanced back at Tim over her shoulder. She could sense his hunger, but was bent on maintaining control.

Brandi let the robe fall further until her entire smooth, toned back was exposed to Tim’s greedy eyes. Her delicate fingers brushed her shoulders and sides, slowly working their way down. Her round ass danced beneath the robe.
 

Brandi hoped Tim was enjoying this as much as she was. Her nipples were rock hard and she could already feel her inner thighs growing slick from her juices.
 

She was loving every second.

Brandi finally let the robe fall completely to the floor, then jutted her round, succulent ass to Tim in full display. She heard him inhale sharply behind her, and smiled at the truth that her ass was her best feature – not just large, but round enough to perfectly fill the apple in the bottom of jeans.
 

Brandi caressed her ass cheeks, then gave herself a little swat, cooing at her self-spanking and hoping Tim would take the cue to spank her some more.

Brandi slowly bent over, running her hands down the insides of her thighs to her ankles. The cool air from her air conditioner washed across her smoothly shaven pussy, nudging her into a shudder. Her outer pussy lips were slightly swollen, framing her slit like a gourmet meal.
 

She imagined Tim sitting on the couch drooling over her exposed snatch.

Brandi ran her hands back up her thighs and across her juicy slit. She didn’t realize how wet she was until her finger started massaging the soak of her insides. Her digits were covered in juices and her hole made a wet squishing sound as her fingers danced through her slit. She wanted Tim so badly right then that she considered ripping his pants off and mounting him right on the couch.

She tilted her head to one side to look back at her best friend. Her eyes went wide as she saw Tim stroking the most beautiful cock she had ever seen. He was clearly enjoying the show.
 

Brandi couldn't take it anymore and surrendered to her desires.

She turned around and pounced on Tim's shaft, straddling his lap and guiding his cockhead into her overheated hole. They both groaned as she popped his throbbing head into her drooling slit. Without warning, Brandi quickly pressed her hips down and her pussy fully engulfed Tim's cock.