Friends United

Brad laughs again and scratches his groin in that masculine way.

'No worries. I treat women like library books - put them back when done.

'Anyone else?' I ask inquisitively.

'Funny you ask.' he grins like a schoolboy, ' I met another girl. Tracey, she was a stunner, long smooth legs, big tits, painted manicured fingernails and a tiny waist. Very similar to my old Donna, they could have been sisters. She had the looks and knew it she teased me on the night flashing her cleavage and showing off her legs in a skimpy tight skirt. Tight bitch accepted my drinks all night then refused to come home with me. I persevered, made another date but then she didn't bother to turn up.' He looked at me quizzically. 'I'm through with birds I think I need to find some other way of enjoying myself.' he gave me a knowing smile and clutched his growing groin again.

My mind went into overdrive. What did he mean? Was he giving me the come on?... Whatever I was determined not to make a fool of myself again so I remained silent.

Very little else was said, life returned to normal. Brad never mentioned my confession and I didn't bring up the subject ever again. But things did change between us. Slowly at first barely recognisable. He would touch me occasionally and... wrestle. We hadn't wrestled since school and though I enjoyed rolling on the floor with this big guy I was no competition as his great weight and powerful muscles always had me pinned defenceless. He would throw me on my back and straddle me like a horse resting his muscular knees on my forearms pinning my hands above my head with his hands. It was quite intimidating and yet I often got excited and I noticed when I looked up as he towered over me he had too. He wouldn't release me until I cried for submission. Did I like it? I loved it and Brad seemed to enjoy throwing his weight around being the master and though I never said it I loved being the submissive.

He began to flex his muscle by being more demanding by setting silly tasks.