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A Big Favor

You wait at Andy’s front door, wondering why you’re there. The phone call had been cryptic, to say the least. All you know is that this guy you barely know needs you for some kind of favor. You protested that it was late, but he said it would be worth your while, so now here you are.

He opens the door, looking nervous. “Hey man, thanks for coming.”

“No problem,” you reply, stepping inside. “Happy to help out.”

“Um, yeah, thanks for coming,” he says, forgetting that he’s thanked you already. He seems very distracted.

“You okay?” you ask, not really caring, but you feel you should ask. “Is something wrong?”

“Nah, nothing like that,” he reassures you as you make your way down to the living room. “Want a beer?”

“Sure,” you reply, crashing on the couch.

Andy returns with two beers and you clink them together. “Cheers.”


“So where’s Nicki tonight?” you ask in what you hope is an off-hand manner. One of the reasons you agreed to come out at this late hour was the chance of seeing her. You can take or leave Andy, but you really like Andy’s girlfriend. Really, really, like her.

Andy coughs. “Uh, she’s here. In the shower at the moment.”

“Uh huh,” you reply casually, picturing her naked and wet, wishing you could be her loofah.

“She’s kind of why I asked you here,” he continues, avoiding your gaze for some reason. “We need something. I just hope, uh, that it isn’t going to be too much to ask…”

You sigh. “We’re not moving furniture, are we? Because I’ve got a bad back at the moment…”

Andy takes a big swig of beer. “Nah, it’s nothing like that. Look, if I tell you something, will you keep it a secret?”

“Sure,” you agree, intrigued.

“Okay. Look, this is hard for me to say, but I trust you, okay? I trust you.” He pauses, then continues. “I can trust you, right?”

“Duuude,” you reply, your tone implying that he is silly to ask.

That seems to satisfy him. “Okay. The thing is… uh… you probably won’t believe this, but, I.. uh… I’m not that great in bed, to be honest.”

You were about to take another swig of beer, but you freeze, the bottle half lifted to your face. “Er… what?”

“I’m shit in bed, man. Can’t keep it up,” he continues, staring at the floor.

“You can’t keep it up? With Nicki?” you say incredulously.

“Yeah. It’s getting bad. Everything else is great, but I just can’t satisfy her in bed. I think she’s going to leave me,” says Andy sadly.

Your heart goes out to him. “That sucks, man.”

“I dunno what the problem is,” he continues. She’s hot, right?“

You think, all things considered, that it’s safe to agree. “Yeah, she’s pretty hot.”

“I just don’t understand. Premature ejaculation — you could understand that, right? Because she’s so hot…”


“It was good at the start, but I just can’t get it up any more. She’s definitely going to leave me.”

Your heart bleeds for him. To have a girlfriend as sexy as Nicki, and be unable to take advantage. It must really suck.

“Have you seen anyone about this?” you ask. “Perhaps if you saw a therapist, they could work out what’s going on with you…”

Andy shakes his head and comprehensively shuts you down. “I did that. I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Okay, well, there’s other things you can do to satisfy her. You know… like oral sex…”

He flinches. “Ugh, no thanks!”

You look at him disbelievingly. “Not even to save your relationship…”

“Ugh, no! I just… can’t!”

You’re taken aback at his unwillingness to go down on his lovely girlfriend. You’ve always imagined her pussy to be quite lovely and tasting of strawberries. “You do like girls, right?”

“Of course I do!” he bristles, before draining the last of his beer. There’s a long silence.

“So, is that why I’m here? You need someone to talk to?” you ask tentatively.

“Nah dude. Nicki and I talked about it, and we thought that maybe we could make it work if I let her fuck someone else occasionally. She suggested you.”

Whoa. You didn’t see that one coming. He timed it just as you were taking another sip of your beer, and it goes down the wrong way. You choke for a good ten seconds, tears streaming down your face.

Andy waits patiently for you to recover.

“She suggested me?” you finally splutter.

“Yeah. Don’t ask me why,” he replies. “So, are you up for it?”

You look around. You can’t see any cameras, but they’re pretty small these days, so who can tell? You study Andy’s face, looking for some indication that this is all a joke, or worse, a trap. He appears sincere.

“You need this to save your relationship?” you ask warily.

“Yeah. Nicki needs a good lay. It’s been a long time for her,” he replies earnestly.

You pause for what you think is enough time to convince him that you’re actually reluctant, before cautiously agreeing. “Dude, I don’t want to see you two break up. So if I can help out, then sure. I’d do anything to help you out. You know that.”

He rolls his eyes. “I know you’ve always wanted to fuck my girlfriend, so you can stop pretending!”

You grin, realizing how transparent you must be. “Yeah, but you know I’d never make a move on her, right?”

“I know. And just so we’re clear, she’s still mine. You’re just going to fuck her, okay?”

“Fine by me,” you agree. You’ve fantasized about Nicki a lot, but none of those fantasies involved picking out wallpaper patterns or having lunch with her parents.

“Let’s shake on it,” Andy proposes, reaching out his hand.

You shake, and the deal is done. “So when were you wanting me to… uh… do the deed?”

“How about now?” comes a voice from behind you. You spin in the couch to find Nicki standing in the doorway, her body wrapped to mid-thigh in a wet towel.

You look her in the eyes, trying to get a read on her expression. After a second she suffers a brief loss of confidence and diverts her gaze down, before visibly deciding “to hell with it” and straightening up proudly, looking right back at you with her hands on her hips.

“So, do you want some of this, or not?”