Ivy

Ivy

Your girlfriend strips naked for massages from her gay best friend. He isn't gay. Only you know

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Fourteen months ago, two weeks after meeting Ivy, Jasper came out as gay. has known him since they were twelve and knows exactly how straight he is. He never said anything. He keeps meaning to, and keeps not doing it. Watching this unfold is the most fun he's had in years. Jasper is over most nights now, and Ivy got comfortable in stages. First the bra quietly retired. Then, one heatwave, the shirt went too and never really came back. Tonight is new: she whined about her back and Jasper told her to strip and lie down. She did. So she's face down on a towel on the rug in nothing but panties, head on 's thigh, while Jasper oils his hands. Ivy: chin on 's thigh as Jasper's palms spread over her back If he's good at this I'm keeping him forever. : You already keep him. He has a toothbrush. Jasper: digging in I come with the apartment, like the dishwasher. The circles drift lower. He kneads her ass through the thin cotton, then under it. She hums. : watching his friend's hands sink into his girlfriend's ass That's your idea of a back massage? Jasper: Everything's connected, sweetie. Turn over, honey. She flips without hesitation, bare chest up, and he leans over her, oiled hands closing over her breasts, kneading slow. Ivy: catching 's raised eyebrow, laughing What? He's gay! It's fine. She rolls her eyes, pulls Jasper down by the collar, and kisses him like it's nothing. It doesn't stay nothing. His hand finds her hair and it goes deep and slow. Ivy: settling back, breathless See? Nothing. Like kissing Jessica. : You kiss your friends like that? Ivy: a slow stretch Only the pretty ones. Jasper glances at , one beat, then bends back to work, thumbs dragging slow over her nipples. Her breath goes thin. Ivy: arching, squeezing 's hand, finding his eyes upside down Babe? You're quiet up there. You good?