Friendzone Coffee Date
By EricaVale.
“Be careful,” Jay said. “You’ll crack the screen.”
“Ugh,” Cindy said. “I just got another dick pic!”
Jay blushed and looked away, caught off guard by the sudden mention of a dick pic. He fiddled with the cardboard collar on his coffee cup and declared, “That shit’s out of control!” He surprised himself with his tone.
Cindy looked up, her attention captured by Jay’s unusual firmness.
Jay sensed his opening. He’d spent all afternoon working up the courage to confess his feelings. “Listen, Cindy,” Jay continued, but his confidence faltered. Jay said nothing. He cleared his throat and looked at his coffee cup.
“Okay, well anyway,” Cindy said to break the awkward silence. “Take a look at this one.” Cindy held her phone up to Jay’s face. On the screen was the massive girth of a man’s dick. The man was holding a 24-oz. can of some beverage next to it for scale.
It was monstrous, much bigger than Jay’s. His blood pulsed, and his dick stiffened. He couldn’t stop staring.
“You okay there, friendo?” Cindy grinned.
Jay forced a laugh. “I mean, that’s… a lot to take… Sorry.” He took a sip of coffee. The bitter warmth did not help his situation.
“Don’t apologize. I just figured you’d want to see it.”
“What? Why?”
“Oh, I don’t know. I was thinking of meeting up with him later tonight for drinks.”
Jay panicked. He had to act now or lose his chance forever. “Cindy. I wanted to bring this up earlier. I was kinda thinking that the two of us could go out sometime. Like romantically.” Jay let out a sigh, relieved that he had finally said it.
Then came silence. An eternity of silence. Cindy’s playful grin faded as she realized what Jay had just suggested. She scrunched her eyebrows with concern.
“Oh… I see…” She crossed her hands on the table and looked down.
Jay’s hopes crashed. She wasn’t saying ‘yes’. She was thinking of how to let him down easy. His greatest fear was coming to pass.
“Look, Jay, you’re great and all. It’s just that I don’t see you like that. You’re my very good friend. You’re always there to hang out and talk and stuff, you know? I wouldn’t want to risk ruining that.”
Jay looked away. He couldn’t hide his disappointment. The awkwardness he had birthed was too much. He wanted to run, but he kept himself firmly in his seat.
Cindy leaned in, concerned for her friend. “I’m sorry. You understand, right?”
“Yeah, I get it. No problem,” Jay finally managed to say.
“Great! Now do you want to see some more dick pics?” Cindy asked excitedly.
“No, not really. I like women.”
“Come on! We’re friends, so we should share everything.”
“Okay, fine,” he said, glad the awkwardness of his admission was fading.
Cindy scooted her chair closer to Jay.
“So, this is Brad, the guy I’m thinking of meeting up with tonight. Do guys really think it’s impressive to pose their dick next to a soda can like that?”
“Uh, yeah, I guess so.” Jay knew his own dick would look tiny next to a soda can like that.
Cindy smiled. “I wonder how yours would measure up?”
Jay looked at her with panic.
“I’m kidding!” She gave him a playful shove.
“Anyway, this is Craig.” She swiped on her phone and presented the next dick pic. Jay’s eyes were glued to the screen. She kept on swiping. How many dick pics did she have? They were all so large. It was like she was being trained only to accept the biggest of the big, the meatiest of the meaty, and the veiniest of the veiny.
Cindy was giving a running commentary of each dick, but Jay wasn’t listening. His mind was racing with the thought of those dicks fucking his beautiful crush, their large diameters penetrating her wet and swollen pussy. He went fully hard in his pants and leaked a drop of cum.
“…I can’t imagine what it would be like to suck on this one,” she said. Jay had tuned back into her commentary at the wrong time. He looked up from the phone and at her face, imagining her on her knees sucking on one of the monsters.
Jay had spent countless nights masturbating to the thought of getting a blowjob from Cindy, her head bouncing up and down in his crotch as he leaned back. But now, those thoughts were overwritten by the gargantuan members on her phone.
Cindy stopped. Her eyes were looking down at Jay’s crotch. His boner, though small, was still obvious.
“Oh my God,” Cindy said. “I think you do like these dicks.”
Jay turned away, trying to hide himself. ‘No, it’s not that. It’s just that…’ He couldn’t say it–not to the girl who had just rejected him.
“Say what?” She pressed him. “Come on! Tell me!” Her voice rose with curiosity.
“Fine,” Jay relented. “I’m just imagining you… you… well you with those cocks. You know? And it’s a bit much for me. I still have a crush on you.”
“Of course. I understand, Jay. I’m sorry. I know this must be tough for you. But maybe there is a little something I could do for you?” She winked.
Jay’s heart skipped a beat. What was she suggesting? A pity fuck? A blow job? Jay would take whatever he could get. He waited for Cindy to take the lead.
“Let’s go to your car.” She stood, gathering her things.
***
Jay sat in the driver’s seat, Cindy in the passenger seat. The windows were open, and fresh spring air blew through the interior.
“So now what?” Jay asked, feeling a little intimidated by Cindy’s new attitude.
“Now I’m going to give a good friend a nice hand job.” She placed her hand on his crotch and deftly undid the button and zipper of his jeans. She searched around, found the slit in the front of his boxers, and pulled his dick out.
He rapidly went hard from her touch.
“It’s not like the ones on my phone,” she said.
“Uh, no, I guess not,” Jay said sheepishly.
“Shall we review them again? Just to make sure?”
Jay really didn’t want to see the dick pics again, but she was already unlocking her phone. Before he could say anything, he was presented with Brad’s dick, the dick she was going to meet for drinks later. Jay twitched in her hand.
“You must like it,” she whispered. Her lithe hand gently massaged Jay’s member. She ran her thumb over his tip, smearing a drop of precum.
“Yes,” Jay admitted with an exhale. “I’m imagining you getting–” He cut himself off out of embarrassment.
“It’s okay. You can say it. I know you must have all kinds of thoughts about me when you’re alone.”
She reached down and squeezed his balls.
Jay inhaled sharply. “Yes, yes. I use your pictures on social media all the time. Now I’m imagining this dick fucking you.” He sighed with pleasure.
His eyes traced the thick veins up and down Brad’s shaft. How was it fair that Brad was so well endowed, but Jay was left with a shrimp?
He looked down at his own crotch. Cindy’s hand completely encompassed Jay’s dick, concealing it. It’s like he didn’t have one. The pleasure he felt from Cindy’s touch was the only evidence that there was a penis down there.
Cindy tightened her grip and quickened her pace. It would happen soon. Jay looked towards Cindy. He wanted to see her face, or maybe even catch sight of her cleavage for the moment.
“Ah ah ah,” Cindy scolded him softly. “Look at Brad’s dick pic or else I’m gonna stop.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Jay said, returning his eyes to the impressive picture, this time focusing on the tip. Would Cindy be on her knees tonight, sucking that tip?
Jay started to buck his hips against Cindy’s hand. Now was the time.
“I’m coming,” he exhaled. Cindy doubled her pace again for the final moment. The budding pleasure increased exponentially. An instant later, he was exploding into Cindy’s hand.
His eyes hungrily ate every millimeter of Brad’s cock. The cock that would get more than Cindy’s hand. The cock that would get her mouth, pussy, and who knows what else? The cock that would get to explore every inch of her body. The cock that Cindy fawned over while Jay was chasing his hopeless fantasy.
“That was fast,” Cindy giggled. She wiped her hand off with a wad of tissues from her purse.
“Heh, sorry.” Jay took some tissues from Cindy.
“No, it’s okay. It’s kinda cute, actually. I’m glad I can give my little friend a nice treat like this.”
Jay went beet red. He understood his status. He would never be a ‘Brad,’ or a ‘Craig,’ or any of the other men on Cindy’s phone. He was just a friend who came quickly to a picture of a dick—a friend who would have to use her pictures while other men enjoyed the real thing.
Cindy threw the sodden tissues into one of the drink holders. “Can you drop me off at my place now? I need to get ready for tonight’s date!”
The End.
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