Message-ID: <29047asstr$983034604@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Message-ID: <200102230411.UAA08531@mail14.bigmailbox.com> Content-Type: text/plain Content-Disposition: inline Content-Transfer-Encoding: binary Mime-Version: 1.0 From: "Deja User" Subject: {ASSM} "My Best Friend's Girl" by Dancer (M/F, MM/F, oral) Date: Sat, 24 Feb 2001 12:10:04 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, RuiJorge Mikel & Nadine - My Best Friend's Girl By Dancer Copyright, 2001 ------- Admonition: It's pop quiz time! Pick two of Michael Jackson's brothers. a) Joe b) Reggie c) Randy d) Tito e) None of the above Not successful? Then please leave off and pester another writer because you aren't older than 18. Author's note: This is an adult story based on the characters of Mikel and Nadine. The names are used by permission of Empath. Certain details and names have been changed to protect the guilty and keep the innocent from getting any ideas. {Empath's $0.02: And for the record, I DON'T *giggle*! I chuckle; there's a world of difference! :)} ============= My Best Friend's Girl - A Mikel & Nadine story Nadine ------ Mikel and I waited at the airport in Omaha for Aaron's flight to come in. The snow was still pretty light and all the planes were on time (so far). Mikel went downstairs for the United arrivals concourse and I stood outside of the front doors smoking a cigarette. Aaron Tovar was my husband's best friend since junior high, much like Cass and I, and would be staying with us in Hastings, Nebraska for two weeks. Aaron was a tri-athlete and made his living competing in Iron Man competitions globally. We were a stopover on his way to New Zealand for one such event. I hoped he had filled out. All I'd seen of him were pictures in Mikel's yearbook and Aaron was rail-thin with a girlish face. Maybe being an athlete had kicked his testosterone in gear, I thought and snuffed my cigarette out. I went inside to find Mikel. On my way downstairs, I overheard two airport security people saying the highways out of Omaha were closed. I hurried up and found Mikel sitting in the lounge area. "Mikel, the roads are closed. Should I see about getting a hotel room?" He looked up. "Yeah, you'd better. Two rooms if possible." I nodded and went in search of a payphone. I called four other hotels before finding one with any rooms available. I reserved two and gave the man my credit card number. By the time I hung up, Aaron's plane had come in and he and Mikel were slapping each other on the back. "M-mmm, m-mmm, good," I whispered to myself. Aaron was totally buffed up with broad shoulders and a nice ass. That was all I could see because his jacket was in the way. He was slightly taller than Mikel, about 5'10", with straight black hair and dark blue eyes. I got closer to the pair and noticed Aaron's face didn't look girlish anymore because of the stubble on his cheeks and chin. I tapped Aaron on the right shoulder and demanded, "Don't I get a hug?" He turned and pulled me into his arms. "Hey, Nadine. Nice to finally meet you in person." I kept my hands on his back and felt the muscles ripple. Oh yeah, the man had a bod! I leaned my cheek against his breastbone and inhaled his scent. It was something spicy and light and made me want to keep my nose buried there. His weight shifted at my continued closeness. I let him go and said, "You smell good." I hit Mikel on the arm. "Hon, you need to get some of that from him." Mikel put his arm over my shoulders. "Oh yeah, I want to smell like chlorine and Brut." "It's a hell of a lot better than smelling like the turd you are," Aaron retorted and got Mikel in a headlock. He rubbed his knuckles hard on Mikel's head. "Pick on somebody your own size, Aaron," I said. I licked my finger and stuck it in his ear. Aaron let Mikel go and rubbed his wet ear on his shoulder. "In case you hadn't noticed, the snow is coming down pretty hard and we've got to get to our hotel." Mikel answered with mock meekness, "Yes dear." I let the two guys walk ahead of me to the baggage claim. I nearly ran into a cement post because I was too busy comparing Aaron's ass to my husband's. I decided Aaron's was the better simply since I hadn't any opportunity to see it sans clothes. The baggage carousel was surrounded and I stood back, allowing Mikel and Aaron to retrieve the luggage. As I waited, I played 'spy at the airport'. Which one of these travelers was an international government spy? I looked for the person who had the best view of the whole room and tried to look unobtrusive (other than myself). I decided the Islamic woman wearing the traditional black gown, wimple and veil was the spy. Oh sure, she had already been pegged by security because she was Arabic, but her black Air Jordans peeking beneath the hem gave her away. "Did you find the spy?" a man's voice asked from my right. I glanced over and recognized him. "Trent Bailey! What the hell are you doing in Nebraska?" I was shocked. I'd met Trent on my failed bus trip to Edmonton two years ago. He played pro hockey for the Winnipeg Jets until he had knee surgery. When I met him, he was playing in the minors. "I'm an assistant coach for my old team. I flew down yesterday to scout a kid and today I'm hoping to find my luggage." He smirked and held out a claim check ticket for his bags. "Did you know I was in town and wanted to finish what you started back in Manitoba?" My face flushed with embarrassment at the memory. We'd gotten hot and heavy after meeting at the Minneapolis bus station but no sex. I remember promising Trent a night of hot monkey love when I got a hold of some birth control. "I'm here with my *husband*. His best friend came in today and we're taking him back with us for two weeks." Mikel and Aaron weaved their way over to where I stood, bags in tow. Trent waited for an introduction. "Mikel, this is my friend Trent Bailey. Trent, this is Mikel, my hubby, and that's Aaron, his bud." "*The* Trent Bailey? Trent Bailey who played for the Winnipeg Jets? 'Hat Trick' Bailey?" Aaron stammered. Trent nodded. "Yep. That's me." "I can attest to the authenticity of the nickname 'Hat Trick'," I stated, smacking Trent's firm butt. He grinned boyishly, obviously recalling my hand job that made him shoot his load three times. "You better go track down your bags," I said to Trent as Mikel led Aaron away. "Call me!" I found a pen in my coat pocket and scribbled my number on Trent's jeans. I waved goodbye and ran to catch up with Mikel. They were just inside the entrance waiting for me. I zipped up and slid my gloves on. "I'll bring to car around, 'kay?" "Aaron's not dressed for this weather," Mikel pointed out. Aaron wore jeans, dress shirt, sneakers and a windbreaker. "It was great when I left Ontario!" "I hope you packed warm stuff. MEN!" I muttered and went out into a raging blizzard. The wind blew straight through you and I kept my head down. The car wasn't too far away. I had picked a spot on the end of a row in case we had to use a cart for the luggage. The bright red maple leaf hanging from the rear view mirror told me the red Chevy Cavalier next to me was mine. I unlocked the doors and got inside. The key slipped into the ignition and I cranked the motor, letting the car warm up. I played with the heater to defrost the windshield and grabbed the scraper off the floor. The car was brushed free of snow for now and I pulled up to the front doors. I tapped on the horn to let Mikel and Aaron know I was here. The two left the protection of the warm building and loaded Aaron's two bags in the trunk. Mikel climbed in the backseat, allowing his friend to sit up front and see the sights. There wasn't much to see because of the thick snow coming down and I just saw the hotel's driveway before I passed it. I let the guys out at the entrance and parked the car close to the building. My gloves got jammed in my pocket as I walked to the front desk. I stood behind a young couple asking about a room. The receptionist told them all the rooms were booked and apologized. The couple walked away disheartened. I asked for the two rooms reserved under my name. The woman at the desk produced two key cards and gave me directions to the elevators. I glanced at the couple and asked Mikel, "Do we really need two rooms? They both have double beds." Mikel looked at Aaron, who shrugged no. "No, I think we can all bunk in one room." I sent Mikel and Aaron a sweet smile and returned to the desk. "Um, I won't be needing the second room after all. Can that couple have it? I'll pay for tonight." The receptionist smiled and motioned for the two people to come over. She explained how I had booked a room I wouldn't be using and that I was willing to let them have it and pay for the night. They were ecstatic and the man offered to reimburse me. I turned him down and mumbled about being a Good Samaritan. Aaron, Mikel and I found the elevators and rode up to the sixth floor. We went down the hall looking for 657. It was next to the ice machine room. I slid the card key in the lock and opened the door. The room was fairly large and most prominent were the two beds in the center. A small nightstand sat between them and there was a table on the far side near the wall. The chest of drawers had a huge television on top of it. I unzipped my coat, tossed it on one bed and went to check out the bathroom. I checked behind the shower curtain and looked through all the drawers. On the vanity were the complimentary soaps, shampoo plus conditioner, four plastic cups and two washcloths. Extra towels sat on metal shelves above the toilet and a blow drier was hooked in a wall jack just in case. I went back to the main room and watched Aaron unpack some of his clothes while Mikel flipped on the TV. The clock on the nightstand read 5.08 p.m. and I asked, "Do you guys want something to eat?" "Room service?" Mikel asked and glanced at his friend. Aaron shrugged. "Fine by me. I'm starved." I found the room service menu and sat on one bed next to Mikel. He curled up behind me and we perused the menu. "Everything's so pricey," Mikel said. "They're charging $9.95 for a ham and cheese sandwich. Call Snowballs and see if they'll deliver." I reached for the phone and dialed up the pizza place. "It's open and Chuck's working. He'll drive in anything," I said. "Aaron, what do you want? They have pizza, chicken, subs and spaghetti." "Chicken sounds great." I spoke into the phone; "We need a family bucket of chicken, two large waters, a large Mountain Dew for delivery to the Five Points Hotel on Riverside. I'll meet you down in the lobby. Nadine Torssen, room 657. Bye." I hung up. "Chuck said he'd be by in thirty minutes and if he's not, send out the dogs." I kissed Mikel on the cheek and got up, swinging my coat over my shoulders. "I'm headed down for a smoke and will return with supper." I figured the guys might want to talk without me around and left the room. Aaron ----- I watched Nadine through lowered lashes as she left me with Mikel. "So, what do you think?" Mikel asked me. "She's...all right," I hedged. How do tell your best friend you think his wife is plain? "What? You were expecting her to be like Pamela?" Mikel replied. I shook my finger at him. "You swore you would never mention Pamela to me. The biggest mistake of my life, hooking up with that woman." I shuddered at the memory of my ex-wife. Pamela convinced me that she was pregnant with my baby and I bought it, hook, line and sinker. I sued for divorce when the baby's blood was typed at A neg. Pam's and mine were O positive and biology don't work that way. I tossed a sweatshirt on my bed. "Do you realize your sweet Nadine felt me up?" "Her hands were on your back the whole time. I know cause I was watching." "She was thinking about it," I said and went into the bathroom to take a leak. "There was this fire in her eyes like a dog who'd just scented a rabbit," I hollered through the closed door. I pulled out my dick and raised the seat. Nadine was overweight but would be beautiful if she were a few inches taller. She reminded me of those funhouse mirrors that shift your image to tall and thin or short and squat. The sounds of urine hitting water echoed and I had to yell louder, "Her voice is fabulous, though. A shade higher than Kathleen Turner's, like you said." "I tell Nadine she has a 'brandy voice', not as harsh and gravelly as 'whiskey voice'. She still laughs like a little girl. Makes me feel like a pedophile," Mikel said. My dick started to get hard so I shook it off and flushed. I washed my hand and went back to Mikel. "How come she knows Trent Bailey?" I asked as I zipped my fly. "Nadine said they met when she was coming to Edmonton a couple years ago." I saw a light flush on his cheeks. "Come on, give. What *really* happened between those two." I sat on my bed across from him. He squirmed for a while before talking. "They met at Minneapolis. When Nadine got stuck in Winnipeg, Trent came to the rescue. He gave her a ride on the team bus since his team was playing in Edmonton." "And..." There was more to it than that. "Nadine and I agreed after we met that I wouldn't stand in her way if she found some guy to sleep with for a night. She uses rubbers and besides, she only gave Trent a hand job." I couldn't believe it. My friend - quiet, shy Mikel Torssen - let his wife fool around on him. "Ditch the bitch." "Aaron, I love Nadine. I won't ever leave her and she won't leave me. Trent happened before we married." Mikel started pacing. "I remember you taking me trolling for women, telling me Nadine was 2,000 miles away and wouldn't know. Was my night Jessie any different than Nadine's with Trent?" I hung my in shame, knowing he was absolutely right. "Hell, if I was gay and Trent came on to me, I'd be all over him like white on rice." A smile curved my lips and a small chuckle escaped. I titled my head back and forth. "Yeah, I would too." "You won't believe the truth of why I let Nadine sleep around." I waited. And waited. The fucker let me hang there before saying, "The woman is amazing. I can't keep up with her sexual appetite. I give her a mind-blowing, screaming- to-wake-the-dead orgasm which, theoretically, should knock her to sleep, and she's begging for more!" He flopped on the bed. "Nadine's been around the block, so to speak, but her pussy is as tight a newly deflowered virgin. I can't figure out why some guy didn't snap her up before I came into the picture." "She's not exactly a beauty queen, Mikel. Looks are important to guys, you know that." "I bet that Nadine can get you flat on your back and hard enough to pound nails in concrete in two minutes. No touching allowed during that time." I lay back on the bed. "If I win, what do I get?" "You can watch us go at it. If you lose, though, I getta watch you fuck my dear wife." Seems like an easy bet to win, I thought. I stuck out my hand and we shook on it. "We say nothing when she comes back." Now I knew I would win for sure. My doubting Thomas side poked his head in as I saw Mikel grin like an idiot. We still had time to kill before Nadine got back with supper and we gabbed about the people from high school. Nadine walked through the door ten minutes later. Mikel and I pounced on the chicken, devouring it down to the bones. She scowled and grabbed a breast for herself. She picked off the crunchy skin, eating it first, then stripped the tender white meat from the bones. The two minutes began after Mikel and I ate and I raised an eyebrow in his direction. I'd never seen anybody eat chicken like Nadine did, peeling chunks of meat and bringing the pieces to her lips. "Did you guys have a nice chat?" she asked and looked at both of us. I watched as her tongue lured the meat between her lips. She bit and used her mouth muscle to draw the piece inside. Her cheeks filled out as she chewed slowly, savoring the taste. Uh-oh, my cock stirred a little and I glanced at the clock. Time's almost up, about thirty seconds to go. I can make it, I thought. ...Until Nadine licked and sucked the chicken flavor off her fingers. One by one, each digit went in and her mouth puckered, sucking the skin dry. Mikel kept his eyes on my crotch. The zipper pressed against my dick and I knew I had lost the bet. "Shit," I groaned and heard Mikel laugh his ass off. "Mikel, what the fuck is going on?" she demanded and fisted his shirtfront. Mikel regained his composure slowly. "Honey, you told me how you'd like to jump Aaron's bones, right?" She nodded. "Well, here's your chance. I bet him that you could get him hard and on his back in two minutes. Since I won, you get to fuck him and I get to watch." "I'm not flat on my back." I pointed out the technicality. Nadine stared right at me and traced her lips with her tongue. I sighed and dropped over backwards. "You are now," she whispered. I gestured wildly with my hands. "I can't do it. She's my best friend's wife." Something landed on my stomach. A condom. "Mikel, Nadine, I can't," I said weakly. "Why?" Nadine asked. "Because I'm Mikel's wife? Because I'm not your type? I know you think I'm plain..." I interrupted her. "You're not attractive to *me*." She stood over my prone body. "Then just close your eyes and think of Canada." Mikel ----- I giggled at her remark. How typical of Nadine. A take-off of the line, 'lie back and think of England' from those regency-era books she read. I settled back, propping the pillows under my head and watching the show. Nadine untied Aaron's shoes, tossing them aside and pulling off his socks. She rubbed his arches for a bit, then worked her hands up to his fly. He gave her a slight protest vocally but made no move to stop her. The metal zipper sounded loud as the teeth separated. Nadine tugged Aaron's jeans down his hips and off his legs. His jockeys were tented from his erection. My own dick swelled as I watched my wife brush her pink lips over the underwear and Aaron's cock. She licked at the bared skin above the waistband. Her hands slipped under Aaron's shirt, feeling his muscles. Aaron sat up and tore the shirt over his head and brought Nadine onto his lap. My hands freed my hard member and stroked myself, enjoying my friend's loss of control. Nadine pulled away and began undressing, teasing us both. Her T-shirt went first and she rubbed the cotton material along her face and breasts. I could see her nipples straining against her brassiere. She glanced at me beneath hooded eyes and traced the hard nubbins. My breathing got heavy. She straddled Aaron and reached behind to undo the four hooks. Aaron drew the straps down Nadine's shoulders. Her big, silky breasts bounced in Aaron's face and he buried his mouth in the deep cleavage. Nadine let her head fall back and beckoned me with her sultry eyes. I went over to her and kissed her fully, sliding my tongue in her mouth. Her pants had an elastic waistband and I pulled them over her full hips easily. As usual, Nadine wore no panties and I kneaded both ass cheeks as we kissed. She broke away and got Aaron out of his jockeys. I saw he was longer than I was and the glans glistened with precum. Nadine wrapped a delicate hand around the cock and stroked. Aaron moaned. I moaned. Nadine simply smiled and ripped open the condom's wrapper. With the rolled up rubber in one hand, she bent down and bathed the cockhead with her saliva, blowing across the wetness. Aaron bucked his hips and the rubber slid down his manhood, encasing it. Nadine rubbed her pussy, making sure she was well lubricated. We changed positions. Nadine lay on her back with her feet on the pillows; Aaron knelt between her thighs and I stood near my wife's mouth. Aaron bent to tongue Nadine's bush. "No," she said. "I want that huge cock in my hot little pussy." I shuddered at her harsh words and saw Aaron's eyes go dark with desire. I guess I'm not the only guy who likes being told what to do. My friend parted her voluptuous thighs and settled his cock against her hole. I pumped my fist faster over my prick. Aaron pushed inside Nadine and her face lit up with pleasure. She held her knees and legs apart, giving Aaron full access. He fucked her with even strokes, resting his weight on his hands by her waist. "Put her knees on your shoulders," I breathed. He complied. I put my hands on her tits and pinched at her ruddy nipples. Nadine got my cock in her hands and went into a nice hand job. She panted and began moaning, "Oh god, oooo, yes. Aaron harder. Fuck me hard. I want you to see me cum. My tight cunt is gonna strangle your fucking cock." She looked up at me, eyes jade green with desire. "Cum on me. Cum on my tits." Her mouth latched on to my dick and sucked feverishly. The orders she gave were followed to the letter. I watched Aaron plow Nadine's snug furrow and my gland sliding in and out of her practiced mouth. Her plump hips pounded against Aaron's. My cock popped out and Nadine panted, "I'm close, I'm sooo close..." Our bodies were slick with sweat. Quickly, I got next to Aaron, beating myself off and diddling Nadine's protruding clit with a finger. "Aaron! Pull out. Get that rubber off and cum on my tits!" Aaron pulled out and got the condom off. Luckily, he's right-handed and I'm a lefty, so our positions worked well. I kept fingering my wife's clit, seeing her cream dripping out. Aaron shoved two fingers inside Nadine's cunt and fucked her hard and fast. Her mouth formed an 'O' and she began singing a beautiful aria of orgasmic pleasure. I saw and felt her whole body spasm, rising off the bed with an arched back. My balls tightened and I started spurting my cum. The white fluid splattered on her rounded belly and flushed bosom. Aaron's cum sprayed across her creamy globes, as directed. We pumped our cocks and kept shooting load after load of cum. The fourth shot dribbled over my fist and down my balls. I collapsed in a heap but Aaron continued coating Nadine's tits with his spunk. He went down after eight, falling to the floor. My breathing was heavy. I turned my head and watched Nadine massage all that cum over her breasts and belly. Licking the creamy ooze from her palms, she got up. "Mmmm, you taste so good. I'm gonna want more of that." She walked into the bathroom, humming sweetly. Aaron pulled his chest over the edge of the mattress. "More?" he asked with a strangled voice. All I could do was nod. "I warned you. Now you know ." Aaron's face rested on his crossed forearms. "She's...incredible." Nadine returned from her trip. She carried a couple of wet face cloths and dry towels for us. I accepted mine with a satisfied grin. "Thanks, hon." I cleaned off my limp dick and balls with a wet cloth. Aaron did the same, staring at Nadine with a dopey look on his face. "I love you, Nadine," he sighed and fell fast asleep on the carpeted floor. I heard her giggle. She came over and helped me stand, walking me to the other bed. Nadine drew back the blankets and we crawled in, snuggling close. "Mikel?" "Yeees?" I wrapped an arm around her warm body and pulled her closer. Her breath tickled my ear as she whispered very softly, "Aaron still looks like a girl." End ------ Mikey's brothers are Tito and Randy. Joe Jackson can be MJ's dad, a British pop singer, or an early 20th century baseball player. 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