New story: A night out with Tiffany, Dave, his war comrade and me

I’m friends with Dave, my French ex-military gentle giant with Senegalese origins who now, in his thirties already, does his studies at the German university in which I work as a librarian. He proposed we could go out together with his friend Claude, with whom he served in Afghanistan years ago. Claude came to visit him in our town only for the weekend.

So Dave suggested I could ask a friend of mine to come with us, so that we are two boys and two girls on a Saturday’s night out. He wanted me to choose another hot friend of mine, as he bluntly stated that he liked to show off to Claude what hot friends he had in the city he now lived in. I asked Tiffany to come with us. Together we attracted a lot of guys’ attention the few times we were partying together: She’s slim, long blond hair, toned skin, a very cute smile and her eyes can flirt so hard! She’s outgoing, daring, and inviting. Me on the other hand am more earnest and introverted, with shorter dark hair, a body you can probably just call thick, pale skin, full tits. Men flock to me as well, probably exactly because I am this quiet girl - and oh my, having these full tits on a thick chassis.

We started the evening in a restaurant. While Tiff is still a medical student, I already have a job, but part time study as well. The restaurant our two men chose was a bit too fancy for us. Though I think we both dressed appropriately sexy as eye candy for these two older guys - the least we could do as we expected them to invite us. It was a pleasant dinner, Dave and Claude trying to outcompete each other in front of their two young companions. They teased and constantly made fun of each other, trying to be more alpha than the other in front of us. But they did this competition in a wholesome, brotherly way. I assume that’s this famous bond that men forge when in war. One could see they were brothers in arms while serving in the army together.

When Tiff and I excused ourselves and we both went to the bathroom, she told me that she found Claude hot and wanted to see what the night would bring. She asked me if I was interested in Claude, too, but I told her he’s all hers. She asked the same about Dave, but I told her once again that he was only a friend to me.

I know that everybody thought Dave and I had something going, as we were matching so well with our personalities and taste: Dave and I are both dorks, interested in quirky people and deep down sexually very open and kinky. But my relationship with Dave was more that of a sister with her brother - well… with one or two little steamy incidents, but we kept that for ourselves.

After dinner we wanted to go to a club that was only a short walk away. So the four of us walked through a dark alley, as we perceived three men on the other side of the road. It seemed to be a robbery by two guys against the third one! They were aggressing him and I could even see that one of them must have had a knife in his hand! Dave reacted first, impulsive as he often was, yelling at them to stop, already moving across the road and approaching the scene.

He quickly turned his head back to us, shouted to Claude “Protège les filles !” and then proceeded to confront the guy with the knife. Claude, who stayed with us, seemed a bit confused shortly, but then took Tiffany’s and my arm, walked us a bit farther away and we observed the scene from our side of the sidewalk. Then all went very quickly: The guy with the knife seemed overwhelmed by Dave’s assertiveness, running towards and yelling at him to leave the victim alone. Though after some hesitation, instead of following Dave’s command, the knife guy approached him! Once the two men met it was over after less than a second: I only saw Dave swing his right arm against the knife guy’s face and we heard a noise as if a thick wooden branch cracked. The guy fell to the ground, Dave towering above him. The other aggressor stepped back, seemingly in shock and unsure what to do: Running away or helping his friend who was lying on the ground, whimpering in agony because of his supposedly broken jaw. He chose the former and off he was.

The same happened with our clubbing plans: Instead of dancing and fooling around with two hot guys, all four of us had to wait for the ambulance and police in the street and later spent the rest of the night at the police station.

When we finally could leave, we all were so tired that we just headed home, each to their own place. On my way back to my place, I was thinking about the raw masculine energy Dave exposed in these few seconds of a fight that just ended by his brute force. At the police station, Claude was rather angry with him: Yes, Dave acted heroically, saving this unknown guy. But he was also very foolish, risking his life against somebody with a knife in a highly risky way - with two girls and a visiting friend just on the other side of the road.

The next morning I took my breakfast at my kitchen table and looked at my phone: More than a dozen voice messages from Tiff! She sent them very late last night. I started listening to them, beginning with the oldest one: She vented about the missed chance with Claude and that on Sunday they probably wouldn't meet again as he would catch the train rather early. Then she soon switched with her thoughts to Dave, giggling what a hero he was yesterday night. And how manly he behaved and what a hottie he actually is, so strong and powerful.

A message later she apologized for fantasizing about Dave, as she assured that he would be all mine of course… if I felt this was what I wanted … or was I open for sharing, she asked, badly pretending as if she was all shy. Then she scoffed and told me that she was too horny to think straight. End of message.

The next message consisted already only of her breathing and moaning softly into the phone, then explaining how she was gently rubbing her clit and caressing her firm breasts, thinking about last evening, about me, about Dave … she didn’t mention Claude anymore.

The next couple of messages she obviously couldn’t restrain herself, but still was purposefully recording everything for me: she started moaning even heavier and told me her fantasies about how Dave would save that guy, then “save” us like a cageman, taking his price of the night - us! - to his place. There Tiff and I would have passionately thanked him for his bravery, we would have surrendered our bodies completely to his desires and would have cared for him all so well.

Her later voice messages became even steamier, breathing heavily, mixed with giggling about her own dirty thoughts and how naughty her brain worked. At one point I think I could even hear her fingers rubbing her wet pussy - while I was munching my toast at the kitchen table, slower and slower.

Then the last voicemail was just an abrupt apology for sending me all that stuff and that we would see each other soon and I should take care. For sure she sent it after she came hard and then she felt a bit bad afterwards. Though I don’t know for sure if Tiff ever feels bad for expressing her sexuality.

While I was amused by her horny messages, it also made me think again about last night and about Dave - he indeed behaved like a true knight, protecting the weak, being all chivalrous to us, his friends and ladies to protect and to serve, but ferocious to the bad guys in this world. The more I thought about his character and these marvelous personality traits he had, this pure positive masculinity, the more I myself became aroused.

Because as I paired in my head his personality with his impressive physique of a tall, bulky giant, I too became aroused. I started caressing my nipples, which I often do when aroused and alone, but don’t want to touch my lower parts yet (I’m kind of into self denial, but that’s another story). I also felt a strange urge of wanting to pay him back for his service, and his kindness, and his bravery.

I became more and more built up. Until noon, when I decided I had to visit him to release these inner tensions I felt. So I took a shower, put some black lacy lingerie on, some light perfume, and then nothing more than a trench coat, wrapping myself up as a perfect present to him. I knew that he was into me because he clearly stated it when we met at the beginning. But I blocked his soft advances and we both were good at being weird friends with some shared sexual kinks we could talk about, but not really act them out on each other. Until this afternoon when I headed to his place.

I rang the doorbell, and Dave opened his apartment door, wearing only a white t-shirt and probably what was his pajama trousers. He seemed happy to see me and invited me in, with his boyish charming smile, demonstrating that we are just good friends and could hang out again and chill, on a casual Sunday afternoon. Yet little he knew that I was all in heat and ready to be unwrapped.

So I entered, waited for him to close the door and positioned myself in front of him. I looked up to him, deep into his eyes. Then I bit on my lower lips and slowly opened my trench coat. I made it fall off, so that I stood before him, exposed, busty and thick as I am, only wearing black lace lingerie. He widened his eyes, opened his mouth wanting to say something.

I expected some bullshit like how we were supposed to just be friends and if I was sure as I was so much into domming men and bla bla bla. So I “ssshhhh-ed” him right away and put my index finger on his full lips. He kept them obediently shut. My other hand slided from his face over his neck, shoulder, muscular arm down his waist. Then I reached behind him and firmly gripped his strong ass cheek, smiling naughtily at him while pressing my body on his. “I want you to take me,” I whispered. And he did.