Friends With Benefits Ch 1 - Mandy & Tristan (Part 2) (mf, FWB)

Tristan quickly discovered that Mandy wasn’t the cuddly type when she kicked him out of her room at some point after midnight.  She almost never spent the entire night at someone’s place nor would she let them stay at her room.  She liked to sleep alone and didn’t feel comfortable sharing her bed with someone else. He mentally shrugged, just happy that he was no longer ranked as a virgin.

True to her word, Mandy played the field and always seemed to have a new guy in her bed every weekend.  Tristan played the part of the loyal friend, there to pick her up when she felt down or one of her hook-ups said something nasty as they left. Every few weeks she’d take him to her bed and they’d fuck like rabbits. They’d end the night with him holding her while ‘not cuddling’.  She’d just smack him on the shoulder and insist she was just resting up for round two or five. In between, they hung out and did what college friends did, studied together, got coffee, shot the shit and went out to bars to help each other meet potential partners. She came to realize that he was more of a relationship type of guy rather than a one night stand guy. They both began to value each other’s friendship, despite the wild monkey sex they’d have every few weeks.

Outside of their friendship, Tristan did the typical college things and Mandy was true to her word, talking him up to the other ladies and bragging about his nice cock. She helped Tristan hook up with some girls and he dated a few of them and when he did so, he let Mandy know that he was unavailable for any booty calls. She would take the news gracefully each time, but do her best to tease him unmercifully whenever she bumped into him. A couple of the girls he dated felt threatened by his friendship with Mandy and one broke up with him about it, but he was upfront with them, letting them know about the relationship they had before. He promised he was exclusive to them, but one couldn’t handle it and the other was constantly jealous. Mandy was pretty hot and the other girls felt threatened.

Mandy would always ‘celebrate’ his breakups with a night of kinky, debauched sex.  After the first breakup, she consoled him by giving him her ass, something that she rarely did with any of her temporary boy toys.

The season turned and Mandy needed a date for Halloween.  Tristan was free, without a girlfriend, so agreed to go with her to a fraternity party, along with a bunch of her dormmates. Mandy had become good friends with four gorgeous co-eds and the five of them had been tagged with the nickname, ‘Friggin’ Five’.  Tristan hung out with the girls and he figured that the name was given to them out of jealousy as the other four girls were not promiscuous, at least from what Tristan could see. He never minded hanging out with her four hot friends and he had heard stories about how slutty the girls dressed up for fraternity Halloween parties, so he looked forward to the event. Of the four, Christy was the friendliest with him and she was always willing to chat.

A week before Halloween, Tristan met Mandy for lunch at the Student Union. 

“Hey good lookin’!”

She gave him a hug and a light kiss on the cheek in return.  They chatted about their classes and Mandy’s last hook-up, a jock on the cross country team who was lean, cut and could fuck for hours.  Tristan managed to keep her from spilling too many details, he wasn’t really interested in who or how she fucked someone.

He was finally able to break into her chatter, “So what or who are you going to the Halloween party as?  Should we coordinate our costumes?”

“I was going to go as a slutty pirate.”  Of course, he thought.

“I can come up with a swashbuckling pirate costume that should complement yours nicely.”

“That sounds good.  Or you could go as my Roman slave! ”

“Err, what?”

“Yeah!” Mandy was getting excited and her voice was becoming high pitched, “It’d be soooo hot!  You’d wear nothing but a loin cloth and a collar around your neck. I’d have a little chain that I’d lead you around on.”  She looked him over, “You’ve got a great body, maybe just don’t eat as much this week and let yourself get a bit dehydrated, your abs and muscle definition will be awesome!”

Tristan wasn’t so sure. “A slave?”

“Yeah, it’ll be hot! And kinky!”

“I’m not so sure, I’d rather be a pirate too.”

“Pleeeaaasssseeee!  It’ll mean sooooo much tooooo meeee!” Tristan sighed, he always had a hard time saying ‘No’ to Mandy, but not this time.

“No.”

“What?” she shrieked. “Why not? It’d be so hot!”

“Yeah but no.”

“Pleeeeeeeaaassssssseeee!!!!  Pretty please!”

Tristan stood, “I’m sorry, but no.  I’ll understand if you want to find someone else to go with to the party.”

Mandy just sat there and pouted as Tristan took his tray and walked out. He avoided her that weekend and didn’t return her calls. She finally tracked him down on Monday.

“There you are! Have you been avoiding me?”

“No.” He looked away and couldn’t meet her eyes.

“Tristan. Look at me!”  She put a finger on his chin and turned his face until he was looking at her. “Are you avoiding me?”

He sighed, “Yes.”

“Because of that damn Halloween costume?”

“Yeah, I’m not going as your sex slave.”

Mandy looked shocked, “I never thought or implied that you’d be my sex slave! Why would you think that?”

“You might not think so, but everyone that knows you will think so.”

“Hummph. That’s not fair.”

“But probably true.”

She couldn’t dispute this, so she just chose to look away. Tristan just waited her out, knowing that she’d eventually say something first.

“Ok, fine. Go as a pirate. You’re going to miss out on a lot of fun!”

“How so?”

“Well, if you were my slave, I could loan you out to my hot friends!”

Tristan gave her a look, “The Friggin’ Five? Loan me out to do what?”

“Well, you know.”

He just looked at her.

“Well, to have hot kinky sex!”

“So…sex slave.” He paused, “No. You know I’m not like that.  I’m not adverse to the occasional one night stand with some hot chick, but that’s not really my thing.”

She frowned, “What about me? We occasionally get together for just one night.”

“You’re like one of my best friends here that just happens to come with a side of sexy benefits. You mean more to me than just a casual hook-up.”  He caught her apprehensive look, “No, no feelings other than friendship, but you are one of my best friends, so when we do get together, it does mean more to me than a casual fling.”

She looked slightly mollified, but went back to her original purpose. “I still think that you should go as my slave.”

“I know all your friends and wouldn’t that be weird? So I don’t think…”

“Pleeeaaase?”  

Her pleading finally got to Tristan. “Fuck. Fine, I’ll do it, but I don’t have a fucking slave costume, so you’ll need to get me one or I’m not going.”

Mandy squealed and threw her hands around his neck and drew him in for a big hug, her firm tits pressed against his chest.  “Thank you!  I have a costume for you, I’ll bring it to your room tomorrow night!”

She leaned back and stared him in the eyes, then leaned forward to give him a steamy kiss.  Tristan felt his pants tighten as he had the expected reaction and was breathing heavily when they both finally broke for air.

She gave him a sultry look, “Maybe you can drop by my room tonight?  My roomie will be visiting her boyfriend, so we can have some quality alone time.”

“Are you going to kick me out at midnight again?  It was a damn cold walk back to my dorm the last time.”

“No.”

“Whew.”

“I’ll probably kick you out around 10pm. It’s a school night, ya know!”

Tristan rolled his eyes, “How about I pick you up around 6pm for dinner?”

“Sure!”

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Mandy walked into Tristan’s room right at 6:30pm on Friday evening, a bag slung over one shoulder.

“Happy Halloween!”

“And to you too.  I have take-out Chinese for dinner. Did you bring my costume? You never did bring it by on Tuesday.”

“I know, I didn’t want you to stare at it all week and chicken out.”

“Uh-oh.”

“Yep.  Can we eat first?”

“Sure, I have Kung Pao Chicken, Char Sui pork and some steamed dumplings plus some veggies.”

Dinner was nice, they hung out and talked about everything and nothing, just two good friends sharing some time.  When dinner was done, Mandy surprised Tristan by sitting in his lap and grinding her pussy on his crotch.  She smiled at him as she felt him harden.  He had to pull her off for a moment to readjust himself, then she attacked him with a vengeance, plastering her lips to his as she rolled her lips on the outline of his stiff member.  She shuddered through a small orgasm, then pulled him to his feet.

“Fuck me!”

“What? I thought we were going to a party?”

“We are, I just need this to take off the edge. I haven’t fucked anyone since I was with you on Monday, so I’m horny as hell.  The thought of you in that slave costume has me dripping wet.”

She walked to his bed, exaggerating the swing of her hips, then stiff-legged, she bent over, pushing her ass to him.   Looking back at him over a shoulder, she slowly peeled off her tights and thong, leaving her bare before him.  Muttering to himself about crazy women, he shucked his clothes and strode over to her waiting form.  Taking his cock, he lined it up with her dripping cunt, then swiftly thrust his rod inside of her.  She was as wet as she claimed and he easily pushed his cock to the root as she cried out in pleasure. Tristan knew that she usually liked it hard, even a little rough, so he took a firm hold of her hips and began to pump into her, his thighs slapping against her ass. Mandy worked her clit and cried out as she came, collapsing onto the bed. Knowing how she’d react, Tristan followed her down, staying docked in her pussy.  He adjusted his feet, then resumed pounding on her until he filled her tunnel with his seed. She gave him a dreamy look and slowly closed her eyes, finally satiated.

Slipping out of her, Tristan admired her just-fucked body, his cum leaking out of her swollen pussy, a light sheen of sweat covering her body. He picked up her light form and lay her down on his bed. He set a 20 minute timer on his phone, then allowed himself to drift off.  When he woke, she was resting gently on one of his arms, looking content and at peace.  He fondly watched her sleep, then mentally shook his head and made an internal note to get tested again.  The Student Health Center workers knew him by sight as he would come in every month or so, depending on the frequency of his hook-ups with Mandy.  He had no idea where or who she would spend the night with and she refused to use a condom, although she was on the pill. He had always tested clean, which was a relief but also somewhat of a minor miracle in his opinion.

Mandy was a wild child and claimed to jill off every night if she wasn’t entertaining someone.  She was picky about who she fucked, but she didn’t often sleep with a guy (or girl) more than once, maybe twice if they were particularly good or hung. He refused to think what her body-count might be, but to his knowledge, he was her only regular fuck-buddy here at school.

Tristan looked down at her sleeping form and began to gently stroke her face.  Mandy gave a small hiccup as she woke, then smiled up at him. 

Stretching, she said, “That was nice!  I feel so relaxed, thank you!”  Mandy sat up, “I’m going to clean up, if you don’t mind.”

“I do mind.”

Mandy started, surprised at his answer. 

“I want you to go to the party without cleaning up.”

She gave him a sultry look, “You dirty perv, you want me to go to the party with your cum leaking down my leg?”

“Yep.”

“Ohhh, that’s hot.  Ok.”

Tristan smirked, then swiped her thong off of the floor.  “And you don’t get this back either!”

Mandy laughed and threw a pillow at him, “I’m not sure who’s the slave in this relationship!”

The two finished getting ready - Mandy had to do a lot of repair work on her makeup, but she had brought her makeup kit with her and it didn’t take long for her to put her ‘face’ back on.  They sat and chatted while they waited for the evening to roll around to 10pm, nothing ever started until then.  

“Ok, Mandy, what’s the plan tonight? Are you my date or are you looking to score?”

A thoughtful look came over Mandy’s face, “Hmmm, you were the last guy I fucked before tonight.” She gave him a pointed stare, “I don’t know if I want to go three times in a row with you.”

Tristan shrugged, used to her peccadillos. “Are we going to wingman each other then?”

“Yes, I think so.  A bunch of my girlfriends are going to meet us there and they’re all going to be slutty pirates as well.”

“Of course.”

“Maybe I’ll auction you off for the night and you’d have to do anything the winner wants.”

“Maybe…but no guys!”  She laughed. “And I get half of the proceeds.”

“Deal!”

When Mandy finally pulled Tristan’s costume out of her bag, he almost refused to go.  The costume was almost a true loin cloth with a strip of cloth wrapped around his hips and two small pieces of white cotton fabric, one front and one rear, to cover his modesty. It did have a strip of cloth that was fed between the legs and covered his cock and ass crack. He finally agreed to put it on, but not before Mandy applied a very thin layer of oil to his body, leaving him glistening in the room lights. She made sure to rub his cock, leaving him swollen. Tristan wasn’t happy with the costume until he caught a glimpse of himself in the bathroom mirror.  His earlier exertions with Mandy had left his muscles pumped and rippling.  He had avoided eating too much during the week and at dinner, leaving him with well defined abs and Mandy’s ministrations while applying the oil left a sizable lump under his costume.  He smirked, knowing that he’d turn a few heads tonight.