While BestFriend and I will have conversations about sex and kink, they're all straight-up gossip, or advice. We trade porn blogs, and tricks and tips. Some of our stories are bragging --"guess what my sir did!". Sometimes we swap dreams --she wants to be a stripper, I want to be a pro dom. We know each other's scores on the purity test, and every single sexual conversation we have is marked by the fact that it's purely platonic.
FriendPup and I have many of the same conversations. We gossip about my boyfriends and her girlfriend, and what we've done and like to do. Sometimes we swap marks, left on our bodies by overzealous lovers. But there's a big difference between the conversations I have with FriendPup and the ones I have with BestFriend.
Namely, when FriendPup tells me her exploits, it's not platonic. Oh, don't get me wrong, we're not at all interested in each other, and she's mono and taken. We're just friends, and it's an awesome way to be --too awesome to try and change. But when FriendPup and The Lesbian and I get together, it's a wonderful wonderful experience.
They'll lean over and whisper in my ear "guess what we did last night." They show be text messages hot enough to almost make me whimper. On a couple memorable occasions, I've gotten to watch them kiss on the subway, watch The Lesbian nip at Pup's ear, and the way FriendPup just melts.
I've watched them turn each other on, and oh, does it make my little voyeuristic heart happy. I'm probably never going to watch them have sex (and a part of me is appalled at the very concept) but I've seen enough. Their gasps and subtle moans and whimpers meant for me alone are, in a word, beautiful.
FriendPup's just a tease, I suppose. Part of me feels it ought to be concerned that hanging out with friends makes me want to go home and masturbate. But the rest of me? Just can't wait to hear what dildo they're buying next, or how many times The Lesbian came.
What can I say, I love my friends.