Friday was Fraser’s turn to visit me. I kept thinking about Marc. I really liked him, and I knew he liked me. It made me sad that he would never think of me as anything other than a friend with benefits, even if he had helped to make me that; I know he didn’t approve. I just hoped he didn’t think too badly of me; I couldn’t bear that.
Fraser was strange; he had a quiet confidence and was kind and respectful. I know he had gone out of his way to show me some respect and reassure me when Jack made his proposal. He was tall and broad with red hair and freckles. He had brown eyebrows and eyelashes, not the usual blonde eyebrows and eyelashes of redheads. He wore a kilt to the last Christmas Ball, and I know he was a traditional Scotsman as Lizzie Peat, that well-known tart, had lifted his kilt above his head. We all caught a glimpse of his muscular buttocks. I whistled along with the other girls, but I was still with my last boyfriend then, and I don’t think he liked it.
Fraser knocked on the door at precisely 7:00 PM. I think he was waiting outside. I opened the door. I’d showered after college and put on my nightie. Well, it was a nightshirt, really, with a bear rubbing its eyes. ‘I’m beary tired,’ the speech bubble above its head said. It was just about the least sexy item of clothing you could think of. However, Fraser didn’t seem to mind as he stared at my nipples.
“Hi Fraser, are you OK?” I asked, filling the silence.
“Yes, it’s been a long week waiting to see you. I’ve got a bit nervous.”
“There’s no need. We’re just here to have some fun together.”
“That’s just it; I don’t want to; I mean, I want to; it’s just –“
“Calm down, Fraser, it’s okay; take your time and tell me.”
“I don’t know if I’m ready to have full sex with you yet.”
“That’s okay.”
“I think I’d like to practise the foreplay first, if that’s okay. I want to get really good at that. I want to learn how to pleasure you. I don’t want you to touch me yet.”
“It’s okay. Fraser, we can do whatever you want.”
“It’s not that I don’t fancy you. I often think of you when I, you know, pleasure myself.”
“It’s all right, Fraser, you can say wank.”
“I think you are just beautiful. I’m so confused. I really like you and I want to do it. I’m hard for you already,” he said, uncomfortably shifting himself in his seat. “I want you so much, but I’m just not ready. Can I kiss you?”
“I’m not kissing any of you on the lips. I’m keeping that back.”
“You kiss Marc, though; he let it slip; he didn’t think you’d refused to kiss the other two.”
“I didn’t get a chance to refuse Jack; he didn’t even want to.”
“No, I’m not surprised,” said Fraser. “We all really like you. You were just a convenient hole for him. Sorry, that came out wrong. He’s just such an arrogant little git.”
“You’re not wrong.”
“Well, at least you won’t have to see him again.”
“What?” I said, shocked.
“We threw him out this afternoon. Well, Marc did; he will cover the extra rent and Jack’s share of your money too.”
“He can’t do that. How can he afford to?”
“He sold his mum’s car.”
“But he loved that car. He said it was like keeping her around. It was his memory of her.”
“He said that some things are more important and that he was sure that his mum would approve. He sold it and bought a small, cheaper one. With the money he’s made and the money he’ll save in petrol, he reckons he can afford it.”
“But why? That’s such a sacrifice.”
“Because he likes you. Well, we all like you, but he really likes you. I knew he was upset when he came back last night. He can cope with Jason and me visiting you, as he knows that we’re keen on you, too. He’s never really liked Jack. When Jack started mouthing off about what a good time he’d given you and describing what he’d done, Marc lost it. Jason had to hold him back in the end. I would have let him finish the job. He told Jack that you hadn’t enjoyed it, that you’d cried afterwards and that’s why he wouldn’t be visiting you again. That’s why he was leaving.”
“Where is he now?”
“On a friend’s couch. Marc has been pretty decent about it. He says I can have Jack’s room. I’m grateful, but I quite like sharing with Jason. I’ve got used to his snoring.”
“What if Jack says something? What if he tells people.”
“Don’t worry about that; he’s been warned that we’d soon sort him out if he said anything. Trust me, he doesn’t come out of this well if he does repeat anything. I think he’ll stay quiet out of his vanity and arrogance. We’d all deny it anyway; we’ll protect you.”
We were silent as I took in all that Fraser had said.
He looked at me shyly and said, “Can I see you?”
“What parts of me,” I smiled.
“All of you,” he stammered as I lifted my nightie over my head. His jaw dropped as he reached out and stroked my nipples gently.
“Can I kiss them?” he asked in wonder. I lifted one for him to suckle. He licked and sucked me and I reached out to touch him.
“No,” he said, “Stop. I want to touch you. I don’t want you to feel me. I don’t want you to see.”
“Why Fraser, why?” I asked, gently stroking his hair.
“Because I’m so small, that’s why,” he blurted out, “Don’t laugh; the other lads don’t know; I’m always so careful. Jack would have bullied me if he’d ever seen it.”
“I would never laugh at you, Fraser. I’m sure that you are fine,” I smiled at him. “Does that mean that you are a virgin, too?” Fraser nodded sadly at me. “Well, that makes the hat trick then,” I said quietly.
He looked at me confused before saying, “That’s why I wanted to learn how to make you feel good with my hands and mouth. I know I wouldn’t with this little thing.”
Poor Fraser, that must have been so difficult for him to say. He always seemed so confident, but it was just all an act.
“We won’t do anything you are uncomfortable with; I promise.”
I opened my legs and stroked his cheek, and said, “Kiss me here.”
Tentatively Fraser moved down between my legs and started to nuzzle me, drinking in the aroma of my arousal. He gently kissed my inner thighs before reaching out and tasting me at my very core.
“Oh my God, I had no idea it would taste so good,” he said and spent a very long time exploring me with his tongue and fingers.
“I think I found the reason I was put on this earth,” he murmured enthusiastically, “I’ve found my favourite hobby – ever.”
Nobody had ever licked me and teased me for quite so long. I have to be honest; he didn’t have the best technique, but he certainly made up for it with his enthusiasm. I started to get little fluttery mini orgasms until he suddenly put his finger inside me, hooked it slightly and found my sweet spot. I came, and he was so thrilled I thought he might cry.
“Are you OK?” I said as I fought to get my breath back.
“Yes,” he said, smiling, “If I can do that, if I can satisfy you, maybe someone can fall in love with me after all. Perhaps I can make a wife happy. I’ve always worried that I’ll be a disappointment and that they’ll leave me for someone bigger. You’ve given me hope.”
“Fraser, any girl would be lucky to have you; you are kind and sensitive. You’re nice-looking too. Not all girls want a big dick, you know. The person is more important.”
“You had a big dick yesterday, though.”
“Yes and look at how that worked out. I didn’t enjoy it; I’ve never had such a selfish lover. He thought that big thing was enough. It wasn’t.”
“Really?”
“Yes, really, it’s a boy thing, all this measuring, I promise you. Why don’t you show me? I promise I won’t judge you.”
“I don’t know if I can.”
“Look, we’re friends, and I’m completely naked in front of you. It seems only fair that you’re the same.”
“I suppose so,” he answered quietly.
“Besides, I already know you’ve got a lovely bum. I saw it when you wore your kilt. If you were so worried about showing yourself, how could you wear the kilt in the traditional way?” I asked, suddenly puzzled by this.
“I didn’t; I had a thong on and a heavy sporran that no one would lift, just in case.”
“Oh, Fraser, bless you. Let me see; show me, please.”
He stood and shyly dropped his trousers and, with a deep breath, his underpants too. He trembled as I looked at him,
“Fraser, you’re fine, your lovely – I promise.”
I looked at his penis properly, sitting on a shock of dark red curls; it was a little smaller than average but not much and that could just be nerves. It was nicely shaped and circumcised, which fascinated me.
“It’s lovely, your lovely. I thought you had a micro penis or something. There is absolutely nothing wrong with you at all.”
Fraser’s trembling had turned into shaking, and I realised he was crying.
“Come here, Fraser, it’s OK, you’re OK.” I smiled.
He shuffled forward with his trousers still around his ankles. I rested my hands on his lovely bum and gently kissed the tip of his penis.
“He is lovely. Let me love him.”
I took his penis into my mouth. He was still soft and I could fit it all in. I flattened my tongue against him and took him all in down to the root until my lips touched his soft curls. I carried on licking and sucking all the time with my tongue on the underside of his shaft. I felt him start to grow in my mouth as he hardened. I put my fingertips behind his balls, massaging his taint. I pulled my head away and he came out of my mouth with a pop. I looked at him, now erect in front of me. I took in his balls for the first time too. They were very big, full and low hanging.
“Wait there,” I said as I reached over to my desk drawer and took out my ruler.
“I’m going to measure you.”
“I thought you said it didn’t matter,” said Fraser.
“It doesn’t to me, but I think it will matter to you if I’m right,” I said as I measured along the top of his shaft down to his pubic bone. “Five and three-quarter inches. The average is between five and a half and six. You are perfectly average and perfectly normal.”
“Really,” said Fraser looking at me in amazement.
“See for yourself.” I showed him the ruler “ You’re a bit of a grower, not a shower, but I don’t think these magnificent big balls of yours help that. They are huge. I think you’ve been looking at an optical illusion. If it makes you feel better, you’re about the same length as Jason.”
“But he’s big; I’ve seen him; I share a room with him.”
“Erect, he is the same as you. I’m breaking my rules again in telling you about him, but you need to know you’ve nothing to be ashamed of. You can feel proud.”
All the time I was saying this, he stayed erect, so I took him back into my mouth and sucked and licked him till I felt his knees tremble. I sucked in all he had to give as he came in my mouth. I hadn’t planned to do that, but it tasted better than I expected, and I felt he deserved that special treat.
“Thank you,” he whispered above me, “Thank you for everything you’ve done for me, for making me feel good and like I’m normal.”
He helped me back on the bed and we sat together with his arm around me, holding me and repeating his thankyous until I put my finger on his lips, and we sat in companionable silence. After he left, I felt so different than I did after Jack left me the night before. I didn’t feel dirty or sordid. I felt like I had done something kind for a lovely friend who had been suffering in silence.
A little while after we left, I heard a gentle rattle at the door; I knew it was Marc.
“I thought you might fancy another hot chocolate,” he smiled.
“That would be lovely,” I answered, “You and me have to talk, don’t we? I know you sold your car and I know why.”
“Bloody Fraser and his big mouth. It’s okay. I wanted to do it. I just wish it had been enough money so we’d never had to start all this in the first place. That bastard Jack blindsided us when he came up with this scheme; we only had a few minutes to process before he sprung the idea on you. You know I hated it.”
“What about now?”
“I can’t hate anything that allows me two nights of being with you.”
“Well, don’t forget Sunday mornings, I get to pick Sunday mornings, and I pick you.”
He leaned over to kiss me and again took my breath away with the passion in his kiss.
“Why do you kiss me and not the others?” he asked.
“I’ve told you, it’s because I picked you first. Anyway, it wouldn’t be fair to kiss the others after you. You’re the best.”
He grinned at me as we sipped our hot chocolate. It would soon be Sunday.
Final Part coming soon: Chapter 5 – Endings and Beginnings for the Quartet of Friends.
