From friends to FWB (Part 1)

I have a friend I have known since nursery school. I had a crush on her on her when we were in primary, then again when we finished university. I asked her out and she told me she wanted us to stay friends, so I moved on, but we still met quite often, as we were part of the same group of friends. It was tough at first, but not long after I started seeing a very attractive girl that took my mind off it and encouraged me to take care of my body a bit more (mainly exercise, but also styling clothes).

Flash foward 7 years after being rejected, I am at her home having lunch with her after participating in an activity from a board game association we are both part of. She was wearing a loose blouse with a big cleavage and I apparently stared at it for too long or too obviously.

- I have got eyes, you know?

- Sorry, what?

- Can you please stop staring at my boobs?

- Fuck... I... I am so sorry. I hope I didn't make you uncomfortable.

- We had a conversation about this years ago. I want us to be friends.

- I remeber. I promise, I also see you only as a friend.

- Then, why were you staring at my cleavage?

- M, you can as me to see you as a friend, and my brain can rationalise it and act in accordance. But... you can't ask my body to stop being attracted to you because... well, because you're very attractive.

This was probably not an aswer she expected, because she just looked at me with her mouth and eyes wide open. Then, she said:

- That means you still have feelings for me.

- It means you're my fiend, but that I can see something that objectively true, that you are beautiful and have a great body. But I have enough self control not to jump on you and try to eat your pussy.

Once again, she looked shoked, but she bit her lip (probably because of my choice of words and because she hasn't had any bf or hooked up with anyone for years). She looked to the side and said:

- Truth is... I would like someone to seat me out.

I stood up and went around the table, next to her.

- I could do it.

She looked at me for a moment and lowered her gaze again.

- I don't like you in that way.

- I'm not asking you to date me. I'm offering to eat you out. Making a woman moan in pleasure turns me on, and I am apparently quite good at using my mouth.

She looked at me, half shocked, half intrigued. That other girl I talked about before... let's say almost nobody knows about that (none from our common groups, at least).

- Have you...?

- Yes – I answered before she could finish the question.

- Whom with?

- With S. –her eyes opened wide. S is, as said, very attractive and popular. Many would say more attractive than M, but I have been attracted to M all my lifr, so nithing can beat that – Please, don't tell the rest. I'd like to keep this a secret.

- You're just making it up.

- I'm not. Remember that party I left early with her?

- Yeah...

I raised my eyebrows, as if saying "there you have it". At this point she was looking at me in a different way. Kind of conflicted and curious.

- I don't know.

- You don't know what?

- It has been a long time since last had sex. It would feel great but... I don't want things to be awkward after it, like when you asked me out.

- I don't think it has to be awkward. I eat your pussy, you enjoy it, I go home, life goes on. I don't think you're going to catch feelings because I made you cum.

- And you?

- Did you see me cry when I stopped having sex with S? No, because I knew it was only that. And this is exactly the same. We don't even need to tell anyone, in case that makes you uncomfortable.

She bit her lip again and looked up at me.

- Ok. Just this once. It stays between us.