The Size of a Friend

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Chapter 4
Monica​

*Monica:Well, we both know it isn’t Don. ;)

Monica laid back on her bed, still completely nude, and smirked. She loved insulting Don to Samantha and took the chance to do it often. The jerk deserved it.

*Samantha: Ha Ha (This is sarcastic laughter, btw)

*M: …. Is it someone from your job?
:because if it is you know that’s not fair.
:I don’t know all those nerds you work with!


*S: Nope, he’s not a coworker.
:you’ll have to try harder.


Monica, was in fact trying hard to make a good guess. The problem was that she wasn’t aware that Samantha actually “hung out” with many people outside of work. She didn’t want to bring this up though, because Samantha was a little sensitive about being too devoted to her work. It was something that she clearly regretted, and it was obvious that she was envious of how Monica seemed to always have time for her friends.

After finishing college, Samantha had graduated with her bachelors in “computer programming blah blah blah” and was immediately scooped up by a rapidly growing software company. This was a great thing because Samantha had instantly found job that she enjoyed and that actually paid pretty well considering her limited work experience at the time. Monica, from personal, heart wrenching experience, knew that this was not always the case for recent college graduates. The downside, of course, was that Samantha had pretty much devoted the past six years of her life to this company, and had very few opportunities to spend time with friends. Over those six years many of Samantha’s friends had either moved away or lost touch with her completely. It was something that she was very bitter about; and this was why Monica didn’t like to bring it up.

Which brings up the question: if Samantha is always so busy with work, where did she find time to ogle some guy’s giant dick?

While she was considering this question, Monica texted a few halfhearted guesses: a neighbor, the mail man, her brother, Neal Patrick Harris. Nope. Nope. Ew. Nope. Samantha was clearly having too much fun holding this sexual knowledge over her head. It was time to drop her down a peg.

*Monica: How do you even know that what you were seeing was actually a big dick?
:Lol. It was probably just average.
:Have you even seen a big one before?

Monica had seen enough penises in her time to have a very good idea about what constituted as being a laughably small, ho-hum average, and surprisingly big within the world of wieners. She had learned from personal experience that when it came to pleasure, the size of the man’s penis didn’t count for everything. She had had great sex with men with average penises, and terrible sex with men with large penises; in her experience size wasn’t a clear indication that the night was going to be “mutually beneficial.” But, having said that, there was something very special about seeing a big one flop out of a man’s pants. Just the sight of a big dick aroused her in a way that she imagined men must feel when they saw her breasts. Monica wouldn’t consider herself a size queen, but she did enjoy the sight and feel of a big dick, especially when it was attached to a skilled lover.

She thought of how inexperienced Samantha was when compared to her. Monica had been with so many different men in terms of race and size, and she was happy to have had that experience. Samantha, on the other hand, had only ever been with Don. Now, to be fair, Monica had never seen Don’s penis, but from a description given to her by Samantha she knew that it wasn’t very big.

And with that thought, an evil smirk crossed her face. She sent another text:

*Monica: I’m sure any penis looks huge when compared with Don’s tiny pecker.

A few minutes passed without a response and Monica was starting to get nervous that she had crossed some unspoken line. Two knocks on Don’s package in one conversation? That might be a little too much. As she waited for Samantha’s response, she spied her nude form lounging on the bed, from the mirror across the room. She looked like one of those rubenesque women often featured in renaissance paintings. She was lying on her stomach with her round ass in the air and her massive breasts splayed out under her arms. She thought she looked hot.

Right as she was about to send another text, Samantha responded:

*Samantha:Believe me. It was pretty obvious.
: Even for someone with my limited experience.
: Keep guessing. :)


*Monica: I’m more interested in the story of how you saw it. ;)

*S: That comes later….. after you figure out who this humongous dick belongs to.
: Don’t spoil my fun. (I’ll give you a clue… if you want…)


*M: Before I ask for a clue, let me make sure this dick you saw is really as big as you say it is….
:I’m sending you a pic.


Monica opened the photo folder on her phone, and after several moments of flipping through photos, she came to the one she was looking for. It was a photo of a good-looking man with blond hair, smiling into the camera. That was all background information though, because in the foreground, and the very focal point of the entire photo, was his massive erect dick. His hand was grasped around the base, as if he were holding a trophy that wanted the show off. His fingers just barely touching, was a testament to its girth. As for its length, the rest of his shaft towered above his hand, casting a long shadow across his forearm. It was an impressive sight; one that Monica instantly felt the need to capture for future reference.

His name was Chuck, and he had the biggest dick Monica had ever seen in real life. She had met him a few weeks ago at a club downtown. He looked lonely, so she walked over to talk to him. As they talked, trading stories about why they were both at this club alone, she caught him eyeing her figure. She eyed him right back. And after a soft caress of his hand his hand and soft squeeze of his groin, just like that: he was hers. He was picking up her not-so-subtle clues, and he was very into it.

Monica had played it coy as they drove back to her place. A soft touch here, a gentle kiss there. Nothing more than that, just a little something to keep his temperature rising. But once they got back to her place her demeanor changed completely. This was the part that she loved the most: when she could completely enjoy herself sexually with the man in front of her. It was like a hidden side of her took over, one that was hungry for all that this man could give. She kissed him, hard, and he kissed back, matching her force and enthusiasm in every way. The game they played at the club and on the ride there had worked: they were both completely ready. She could feel his hard dick through his pants, pressing against her hip, just as she could feel the moist hotness forming between her thighs. She tore at his shirt, sending buttons flying across the room, and dropped to her knees. She was going to suck this man’s dick.

Monica remembers tugging at his belt, impatiently trying to free his dick from its prison. She knew from experience that she was amazing at sucking dick, and she was ready to blow this guy’s mind. But, all that experience could not have prepared her for what sprang free from his trousers. She had experienced a lot of different men in her lifetime, and knew what a big dick looked like, and this thing was more than simply big. It was massive. The sight of it actually stopped her in her tracks. One moment she was kneeling there ready to give him the best blowjob of his entire life, and the next she was staring up at his dick, mouth agape, with her eyes filled with a child-like wonder.

Monica actually laughed out loud, more like a giddy squeal really. She couldn’t believe it. This was a legitimate “porn star” dick hovering over her face. Like in the movies! She had never actually seen one this big before and that was saying a lot for a woman of her experience. She had seen dicks that were close to this one in length, but those were usually a little thin for her tastes. This one, on the other hand, had both length and girth. She knew from experience that finding a dick this big, both in terms of length and thickness, was a rarity and wanted to savor it for all it was worth.

Once Monica regained her composure, she sprang up (Chuck let out a soft “Hey!” when he realized that she wasn’t going to immediately blow his dick.) and grabbed her phone. She sat down in front of him and said “Say cheeeese!” She didn’t even ask first before snapping several pics of his massive dong. She didn’t have to, she knew that men loved nothing more than to have the size of their member praised by a pretty girl, and Chuck was no different. He didn’t protest at all, he even smiled for a few of the pictures.

After Monica had snapped enough photos to guarantee that evidence of it was saved for future generations, she tossed her phone, ran over to her desk, opened a drawer and came back with a tape measure. Now, this wasn’t something that she did often, but this was a special occasion. If she was going to fuck this man, she was positive that she wasn’t going to without knowing how big it was first. Penis size to women was like fishing to men: when they traded stories, the specifics of size tended to get a little muddy. When Monica bragged to her friends about the massive dick on this man, (and she would most certainly be doing that as soon as she had a free minute!) she wanted to do so with absolute certainty about its exact size.

“So, how big is it Chuck?” She said with a sexy smile.

“I don’t know. I’ve never measured it before.”

What a load of bullshit, she thought as she smiled at him. Of course he’s measured it before; his dick was the center of his entire universe, just like it was for every other man. Also, Chuck struck her as a man with experience with the ladies, just his kissing technique alone and what he had done with his tongue got her excited to imagine what he could do down between her thighs. If he was banging women on a fairly regular basis, there was no way she was the first woman to snap pictures and measure it. Somewhere out in the ether of the internet, Chuck probably had his own tumblr composed entirely of photos of his slong taken by girls.

Monica dropped to her knees and placed the tape measure where his root met the rest of his body, unfurling the tape measure up along the length.

“Exactly eight and a half inches!” She squealed. This was the closest she had ever gotten to bagging a true blue “double digit dick” She wrapped the tape around his cock to measure the girth. “And a solid six inches around!” She almost felt like a game show host calling his numbers out like that. Although, it was a little silly, Chuck didn’t mind. In fact, he was eating this up.
 
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Right now, laying on her bed, in the middle of a text conversation with Samantha, Monica thought about how the rest of that night unfurled. She sucked him off with all the veracity and enthusiasm she could muster. She wasn’t pulling an act either; she was genuinely excited about sucking his dick. Although she didn’t think that a large dick automatically equaled great sex, she did find the sight and feel of a large one overwhelmingly arousing. She supposed it was all psychological, the cavewoman part of her brain simply looking for the biggest dick to ensure the continuation of her genetic line, but it didn’t matter. What mattered was the effect it was having on her, and it was making her wet. Really wet. She was so fucking horny, and her arousal was coming through in her blowjob technique, she was absolutely devouring his dick as if she needed it for sustenance.

Monica’s enthusiasm and technique was so overwhelming that the poor guy barely lasted over a minute. Letting out a deep bellow, he sent several long stings of cum flying up and over her head, some of it landing in her hair and on her right shoulder. But Monica didn’t even wait for him to finish, she immediately wrapped her lips around his cock head, between shots of cum, and started sucking again. This time even harder than before. Chuck began to let out a throaty growl as Monica forcibly sucked every last drop of cum out of his massive member. Even after he had finished cumming, she kept sucking, sending little tremors through his body with each intake of breath. It was almost too much for him as his body straddled that fine line, between ecstasy and agony.

When it was all over, Chuck was visibly drained; he slumped forward panting lightly, staring at her as if she had just performed magic. Monica loved every second of it. Just as her taking photos of his dick stroked Chucks ego, the look he was giving her fed hers. Judging from the look of disbelief on his face, she doubted that any woman had ever made him cum so quickly before. And this thought turned her on even more than his big dick did. The thought of her sexual prowess turned her on like no other thought could. Sure his dick was big, but no man could last long when she was in control.

Poor Chuck looked like he was about to call it a night, but Monica had other ideas for him. She had given him his, now it was time to get hers. A quick glance at his slowly deflating cock told Monica that she had to do something quick or the night was going to end quicker than she had hoped. Luckily, she knew just the thing to give him his second wind. She slowly stood up and made direct eye contact with him. It was a very intimate thing to do, and it instantly brought her back to the foreground of his mind. He looked as if he was going to apologize for finishing so quickly, as if his cumming signaled the end of the night, but Monica stopped him short when she slowly opened her mouth. Inside her mouth was the cum she had collected while sucking him off. It pooled on the surface of her tongue, thick and white, slowly sloshing around her teeth. If she didn’t have his attention before, she had it now. She kept her mouth open for a few moments, savoring the attention, allowing him to enjoy the moment as well.

Chuck had came a lot, a lot more than a lot actually, but Monica kept it all in her open mouth to display it to him. It wasn’t easy, but she did it because she knew how much of a turn on it was for most men. She kept her eyes glued to his as she kept her mouth open, a slight smile playing at the edge of her lips. The eye contact combined with her erotic gesture of holding his seed in her mouth made the situation both extremely intimate and erotic.

Monica took a quick glance down, mouth still wide open, and saw that Chuck had in fact gotten his second wind. His dick was as hard as before, and looked about ready for round two. She slowly closed her mouth, giving Chuck one final look of his jizz sloshing over her tongue, and swallowed the load in one loud gulp. It was almost comical how loud her swallow was, but neither one of them noticed. Chuck was completely entranced with her, and that was how Monica liked it.

She flashed him her gorgeous smile, a small trail of cum following the curve of her cheek and asked “So, Chuck are you ready to make me cum?”

The rest of the night was a sexual blur of positions and orgasms. Chuck had more than gotten his second wind; he had gotten his third and fourth winds as well. “Jesus Christ, this man was made to fuck!” thought Monica as he tore into her pussy from behind. They had shoved everything off of her desk, and he fucked her doggy style; her lying face down on the desk while he held her hands firmly in place above her head. It was as if he wanted to kill her vagina. And Monica loved every moment of it. He brought her to orgasm more times than any single man before him, each time more intense than the one before it. When they had finally finished, having collapsed as a heap of limbs on the floor, Monica actually thought of making him a trophy for his efforts. She knew what great sex was, and what she just had was fucking fantastic sex.

As great as this memory was, Monica was brought back to the present by another text from Samantha: Helllloooo! I’m waiting.

Monica hadn’t realized that she had become lost in the memory of that night. She was still laying on her bed completely nude. Her legs were slightly spread apart and her finger had been lightly grazing her clit while she thought fondly of Chuck. The room was filled with the soft scent of her arousal. “Now, that was a big dick. And a great fucking night.” She said to herself, with just a sliver of contempt. Monica was doubtful that anything little ol’ Samantha could find on her own would even come close to rivaling what she had found on that amazing night.

She stared at the photo of Chuck, smiling like a buffoon in the background of his massive dick. Ha, this will probably blow her mind. It’s time to show her what a real man looks like!

And with a tap of her finger, she sent the photo to Samantha.
 
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Chapter 5
Samantha​

Samantha was having way too much fun. It wasn’t every day that she held some sort of secret sexual knowledge over Monica, and she was going to enjoy it for as long as she could. Also, she was looking forward to Monica’s shock at learning that Derik is the one with the massive slong. She’s never going to see it coming. Not that he didn’t look like he could have a big one, his body was certainly thick enough to make the appendage seem believable, it was just that he didn’t act like a guy with a big dick. He wasn’t cocky, or too sure of himself, he didn’t even seem like an overtly sexual person. He was just Derik, and it still seemed weird to think that this powerful sexual organ was attached to such an honest lovable guy.

Samantha received another text from Monica and had to stifle a gasp. It contained a photo of a man displaying his, rather large, dick proudly to the camera and it had taken her by surprise. The smile on his goofy face was almost cartoonish given the context, but it was his dick that drew the eye. Judging from its relation to the size of his hands, it was big. Really big. Unless this man had the hands of a porcelain doll, his erect penis had to be close to ten inches long. Clearly Monica was trying to prove a point by sending this pic and it was: this is what a big dick looks like, you inexperienced little girl.

She was trying to put Samantha in her place, but little did she know that it only strengthened Samantha’s position. Even though it is always difficult to judge exact sizes and distances from a still image, Derik was still clearly bigger than this guy. Even though Samantha had only seen a portion of Derik’s dick, judging from what she could tell, he looked to be about the same length of this guy soft. And as for girth, it was simply no contest. None at all. If this was Monica’s largest conquest then she was really going to be surprised when she found out about Derik! Samantha was almost giddy with glee over this new revelation. She had always had to listen to Monica’s stories of conquest; she always seemed to have new information either about a new sexual position she had just discovered or a new tidbit about how a man’s body worked. Since Samantha had been with Don for over a decade, she never had anything new to bring to the discussion. Well, that was about to change!

“What are you two texting about?”

It was Don and he seemed irritated. His voice immediately brought Samantha back to reality and she quickly shut her phone and turned towards him with her practiced smile designed to convey “everything’s okay, honey.” He glanced at her smile, keeping one eye on the road ahead of him. They were on their way to the theater, with Don driving and Derik sitting in the back, and when she first started texting Monica she had been very careful to keep her texts hidden from Don and Derik. But, somewhere along the way she got swept up in the fun and completely forgot to be discreet. She was lucky neither one of them seemed to know what she was texting about. She felt her body give a small shudder; she was too lucky. Once again she felt that crushing feeling of standing on a precipice. If Don knew what she was texting about things could spiral out of control quickly. She didn’t even want to imagine the ultimate repercussions of her mistake.

“I was just reminding Monica about our plans tonight. I’m meeting her at the Rock Lobster around 7.”

The Rock Lobster was a dance club/ dive that Samantha didn’t really enjoy visiting. The music was always too loud, the men too scummy, and the drinks were always way too expensive. Monica had been going there for years and had become friends with many of the staff, and as a result it had become her favorite place to go to “blow off some steam.” Walking in there with Monica felt almost like walking onto the set of Cheers, everybody seemed to know her name. As she walked through the club with Samantha trailing behind her, people would shout various greetings and cryptic remarks that seemed to hint at a funny story that she had never been told. Monica had history with these people and that is why she could relax there.

Personally, Samantha thought that the Rock Lobster was more dive than reputable dance club, and if she wasn’t friends with Monica she would have never walked in there of her own accord. There was one benefit to the building though: it had an amazing arcade. The building had been a bowling alley before it was sold and converted into a dance club. The lanes were all removed to make room for an expansive dance floor and seating for the guests, but by some amazing twist of fate, the arcade was left completely untouched. And what an arcade it was! There were sixteen machines in all ranging from classic Mario Bros. to Marvel vs Capcom 2 and, simply put, it was what nerd dreams were made of. Nowadays finding an intact arcade like this one was extremely rare, in North America, at least. To Samantha this was the real jewel of the place, and whenever she came with Monica she spent most of her time on the machines. Monica would dance and flirt, while she would attempt to either rack up high scores or obliterate any challengers that had the gall to place a quarter on the screen to indicate that they were next. It’s what made the Rock Lobster a perfect hangout place for the both of them: Monica could “get her dance on” while Samantha could “get her game on” and they would hang out between gaming and dancing sessions. It was the perfect place for them because of their differing personalities.

“Did you need some quarters? I think I have a bunch floating around in my car.” It was Derik speaking from the backseat. He knew all about the arcade at the Rock Lobster and how amazingly awesome it was. He had been there a few times with Samantha and had made the comment “you know, if you removed the bar, the scumbags, the flashing lights, and turned off the terrible music…. This could be a great place to hang out!” He also knew that the ancient change machine that hid half covered in dust, by the Crusin’ USA machine was busted. So since all the bartenders had a strict “no change for nerds” policy, anyone that wanted to play any of the arcade games had to bring their own quarters from home. Because of this, there were multiple occasions of Derik and Samantha walking into the club with pockets stuffed with quarters, the resulting noise sounding like wind chimes in a thunderstorm. The noise was so loud that some people were actually looking at them as they walked by. Derik and Samantha, clearly both out of their depth, gave matching nervous “nothing to see here” smiles and waddled (because their pockets were so full they had no choice but to waddle) over to the arcade. Despite the awkward start, these gaming sessions were always great and were worth the change filled “walk of shame” that it required.

“No, I’m good.” Samantha said over her shoulder. “I’ve got a bunch saved up from the past month. Monica and I haven’t been in a while.”

“Really?” This time it was Don. “Didn’t you guys just go last week?”

Don didn’t like her going out with Monica, and he made no efforts to hide it. He was worried that she was going to end up sleeping with some man she met on the dance floor, which was completely, utterly ridiculous. She went so that she could spend some time with her friend and to have the chance to play awesome arcade games, not to meet guys. That was the absolute last thing on her mind. They’ve been together for over a decade now and he still couldn’t learn to trust her? She was insulted by his apparent lack of trust, and he was insulted in her perceived need to hang out with other men. It was all in his mind of course, but it didn’t make it any less real to him. This situation, along with his need to control her eating habits, were the two biggest areas of contention in their relationship.

“We haven’t been in over a month, Don. We’ve talked about this. I asked if it was okay last week and you said that you would be busy with a work project tonight, and that I might as well go.”

In truth, there was no such conversation between her and Don, but she knew that he was often so busy with work responsibilities that he probably wouldn’t remember. The look on Don’s face showed that he accepted her story as fact even if he didn’t like it. Samantha knew that he still had a lot of work to do on his most recent project from work and would relish a quiet apartment to get it all done. He actually worked at the same software company as Samantha, different building though, and she knew how stressful a strict deadline could be.

Don spoke over his shoulder to Derik: “Hey, pal, did you want to with them? Could be fun.”

What a slime ball move. Samantha couldn’t believe the nerve of this guy. He was clearly asking Derik if he wanted to go, as a means of keeping an eye on her. He really didn’t trust her did he?

“Man, that would be a blast, but I’ve got school work to take care of.” Derik looked like he really did want to go. “In fact, once we get back from the movies I have to head straight home, lock myself in my office, and magically produce fifteen pages of a research paper by midnight. Besides…” A slight pause. “I don’t think Samantha needs me to chaperone her.”

Derik wasn’t a stupid guy; he knew exactly what Don was doing by asking if he wanted to go to the Rock Lobster with them. Samantha looked into the rearview mirror and saw a glint in Derik’s eye that spoke to his knowledge of his slight dig against his friend.

She risked a glance over at Don and saw that although his face was turning red, he didn’t say anything. He kept his eyes on the road, a slight flare of his nostrils and his unnatural rouge being the only indicators that he was upset. He was mad, clearly, but she didn’t care. He tried to use an underhanded tactic to force her to have a chaperone and he deserved the dig from Derik. They rode the last few minutes to the theater in silence, the awkwardness within the car thick like pea soup.

As they emerged from the car, Samantha received another text from Monica: Well, what do you think? That is what a big cock looks like! :)

Samantha wanted to wipe that smiley emoticon right off her implied face, but that had to wait. They were entering the theater and she wasn’t going to be one of those jerks that texted during a movie.

As Derik and Don were buying tickets, she sent Monica her response: Rock Lobster. Tonight. 7. I’ll tell you the whole story there.

She was about to turn off her phone when, with mischievous smile, she thought to send one last text. It read: Cute pic btw. If that was the largest dick you’ve ever seen, your mind is about to be blown!

Samantha practically laughed out loud as she turned off her phone and joined her friends in their search for good seats.
 
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