This is part fourteen of the ongoing Friends series. Each story can be read independently, but the characters and plot line make much more sense if you have read the earlier parts. The series tracks the growth, personally, professionally, and sexually, of a group of friends, all in their mid-twenties. Alan and Lisa are a young married couple. Audrey and Tim were just engaged and are Alan and Lisa’s best friends.




This chapter overlaps slightly with the end of the previous chapter, right after Audrey returns from visiting Lisa’s art class, where they drew a nude model for the first time. Audrey will be next week’s model. After an ugly this morning between Tim and everyone, he revealed that he had been laid off from his job on Friday. This chapter is told from Audrey’s perspective. It is a little longer than I intended. Much of the early sex is merely mentioned in passing, but it does get more explicit by the end.

*****

“Wait til you see Lisa’s drawings. There is one you are really going to like. You’ll get more of a sense of how exciting this is.”

With that, I finally stop babbling, just before we reached our apartment. We had walked, hand in hand, the two blocks from Lisa and Alan’s condo with me chattering non-stop about nude modeling.

“I am glad you are so excited about this and I will definitely come watch you model next week and I will seriously consider doing it myself,” Tim replies, finally get a chance to say anything.

“What would you like for dinner? I figure we should probably try to eat at home most meals,” I say.

“What do we have?”

“I have some chicken I could bread and oven fry, with some tater tots and a salad. Hardly an Alan meal, but it will feed us for the night,” I say.

I regret the Alan comment as soon as I made it.

“Whatever you make for us is special to me,” Tim says.

We hug for a minute and then I start to work on making dinner. Tim watches me as I put the frozen potatoes in the oven and start breading the chicken. I get the chicken in the oven too and wash my hands before grabbing salad fixings from the fridge.

“I can certainly make the salad. You sit down and relax for a few minutes,” Tim says.

Soon, we are sitting together at our table, eating the dinner we made for ourselves.

“Should I quit my karate and aikido classes?” Tim asks.

“Don’t you dare. You need to keep doing something for yourself. I just got a big raise. We are not going to be saving money for the wedding as quickly as we had hoped, but we will be okay money wise. And we can cut back on some things, like cooking for ourselves tonight. But those classes are important to you. And you need to get out of the house some and see people.

“And I am going to send the deposit in for the venue for our wedding. When I get my next raise and you are working again, we will start saving lots of money. Especially if we learn to scrimp and save a little bit, like tonight. And we will save on gas money on your car.”

“I love you,” Tim says.

“I love you, too. Just remember we are in this together.”

We sit quietly for a minute, before I say, “Why don’t we start working our way through the list Alan made me of all the movies I need to watch to understand you. What’s first on the list? We can watch that tonight.”

Tim pulls out his phone, and after a quick glance, announces, “Tonight’s main feature will be ‘Forbidden Planet’. I think you will like this one, but it’s from the fifties and it looks like it.”

Tim pokes around on his phone and says, “It’ll cost us 3.99 to watch. Oh, miss accountant ma’am, can our budget cover that?”

“We probably should look at optimizing our streaming costs. I think we each still pay for a Netflix account. We should cancel one of those. But yeah, we can splurge four bucks tonight. And I did put the deposit down on our venue while you were looking for the movie. We have a date: May 25.”

Tim and I clean up from our dinner together and then we sit, snuggled on the couch, while Tim starts the movie. I am glad he warned me about the movie; the effects in the beginning of the movie are comically bad.

Once you get over that, the movie is pretty good. And it has a real philosophical underpinning to it. Not truly deep, but enough to give a short hand for some real thoughts. I had heard Tim use the phrase ‘Monsters from the id’ without any idea what he was talking about. I never took a course that talked about Freud.

“We really do both have our own monsters in there,” I say to him, “Mine tend to come out over a pool table, yours when you are feeling especially insecure.”

Tim nods and says, “I am so sorry.”

I hug him and say, “It’s okay, now that I understand what you were going through. Just remember, I don’t have a giant computer made with alien technology to understand what you are thinking. You have to tell me when things are going bad in there.”

We kiss and hug and soon it is going beyond that. Unlike our recent sex, we are making love tonight. topkapı escort There is still plenty of penis in the vagina action, but now it’s in support of the hugging and kissing, rather than the be-all and end-all. By the time we are sleeping in the wee hours, I have cum three times and Tim filled my cunt twice. We both sleep soundly.

Usually, Tim is up and dressed before me, but he is lounging a bit this morning. I guess he deserves a little time to sleep in. He makes it out of bed, but not yet dressed when I am eating breakfast.

“My goal is to apply for at least 10 jobs this morning. Once I get that done, I will let myself play until 1PM, then I want to look at all the MS programs in the area and pull together a list of which ones look interesting. Then I get to play until it’s time to go to karate.”

I give Tim a hug, saying, “I know you will find another job soon”.

Then I am out the door and off to work. I make two decisions on my drive in: I will text with Tim roughly once an hour, just to make sure he isn’t slipping into darkness and I will talk to Marty about this.

Lisa pops her head in to check about Tim. I reassure her that things were okay. We pick a time for lunch and she says she will make the reservation for our usual table.

Once I have made sure nothing urgent is waiting for me, I stick my head into Marty’s office and asks if he has a minute. He invites me in and I close the door.

“I figured I would tell you before you worried what was going on. Tim got laid off on Friday. He didn’t tell me until Sunday morning, when it kind of came out poorly. No real damage there, but there is some real pain inside him right now. He was already feeling inadequate with Alan and Lisa and me doing so well in our careers. It doesn’t help that he is meeting my family for the first time labor day weekend.”

“Can I help him find a job?” he offers, “You know I have connections.”

“Thanks, but for now, don’t try. Alan already offered to get him a job at Zardoz somewhere, but he wants to find this one on his own. His other professional job was working for Alan and I think he feels the need to prove that he can hold a job on his own.”

“Doesn’t surprise me that he wants to do it on his own. We put so damned much of our self worth in this country in our jobs. It’s not healthy.”

“I may work some shortish days and I will probably take a bunch of Wednesday vacation days when I’m not needed that day. I will keep up in the evenings.”

“I trust that you will do the work that needs to be done. Beyond that, don’t stress too much if you leave a little early or arrive a little late. And I will avoid sending you on trips that someone else could cover for the short term.”

“On a happier note, I will be modeling for a class at the Art League next Sunday. I am excited about that.”

“That should be a good relief for you — don’t forget to take care of your own mental health when you are worrying about Tim’s. And thanks for letting me know what was up.”

When I get back to my office, I send Tim my first text:Taking Wednesday off thenthink of something fun to do

I get backThx

I try to stay diligent in my work for the morning, taking a break once to send him another text:Thinking of you and I get back7 in, 3 more chosen to which I respondGood job!!!

At one point, I notice Javi go into Lisa’s office and close the door. He looks pleased when he leaves. I will ask her about it at lunch.

Lisa pops her head back in when it is time for lunch. I ask for a second and text Tim again:At lunch thenDon’t forget to eat. I don’t hear back immediately, so we head over to the lounge and our quiet table. On the walk over, I update her on Tim’s status and his plans for the day. I mention my discussion with Marty and that I will be taking many Wednesday’s off.

Just as we sit down, my phone buzzes withSorry was gaming and thenSay hi to Lisa. I show her the texts.

“Alan wants to know if you are still planning on making your movie?” she asks.

“Probably not a great idea quite yet. And I am not sure what we are doing Wednesday yet so I don’t know whether we will be out somewhere or not. I will have to wait and see if we want to still do a game next Wednesday.

“And thinking of movies, we watched the first movie off of Alan’s list last night, ‘Forbidden Planet’. Parts of it were really hokey, but I enjoyed it. And I used it to talk to Tim about the need for us to talk together. And then we made love wonderfully well into the night. Exactly what we needed after the fiasco yesterday morning.”

“Alan and Tim made me watch that years ago. Hokey is an understatement. But yeah, ‘Monsters from the Id’.”

“I had heard Tim say that, but I had no idea what he was talking about. Oh, what did Javi want? I saw him go in your office.”

“We had a nice conversation. He came in to thank me for us buying Maria’s dress. I think his comment was something to the extent that she was esenler escort so excited and thankful that he reaped the rewards. Twice Saturday evening and once more Sunday morning.”

Audrey laughs.

“He asked if I was really going to draw a naked picture of her. I said I could if she wanted to. She apparently really wants to. She can’t do weekday evenings. so I am trying to figure out a time I can have her pose.

“But then he asked me about my dirty pictures. No, he didn’t ask to see them, but I bet he knows you are in them. He didn’t ask about the movie either, but I think at one point while we were talking, he was trying to imagine me in one.

“I said that Maria had told us his mother was an artist and I asked if she was good. He said she never had any training but she does sell paintings. I asked if he could get her to send me a picture of any of her paintings. He showed me a couple he had on his phone. She is good. I am going to show them to Anne and maybe his mom can submit for the exhibit if Anne thinks it is worth it.”

“Thinking of interesting discussions from this weekend, why don’t you call Mary. We could have another spa day and include her. And then have lunch someplace. And invite Maria to lunch, then she could pose for you mid-afternoon. Tim and I would then come over in the evening for dinner and his movie.”

“Worth a shot. Let me try calling her.”

Mary? This is Lisa. From the Art Class yesterday.

Do you have a second?

Audrey and I are having lunch right now and we thought about you, We are planning a girl’s day at the spa and then lunch. Would you be interested in joining us? My treat.

You would! That’s great. I may invite another woman to lunch as well, She wants me to draw a picture of her. It would be lunch with my three muses!.

I will send you a text when we get a time, but we are usually 10:30 or 11:00. I will send you a link to the place so you can meet us there. Look forward to seeing you then. Bye.

“I assume you gathered the gist of that. Can you make the reservations?”

I nod my head.

“Is Tim still going to karate tonight?”

“I insisted he should.”

“Are you okay on your own? Alan and I are going to see a financial planner right after work.”

“Of course I’m okay.”

“Yesterday was hard on you, too. I think Alan is going to be home Thursday evening. You are welcome to come eat with us if you want.”

“I’ll see, but I will probably take you up on that one. If Tim gets excited about any MS programs, we might stop over for a bit after dinner tomorrow to let him talk to Alan about it.”

“Not a problem. Car pool tomorrow?”

“Why don’t you come by and pick me up. You can say hi to Tim. I worry he will be getting too isolated all alone most days.”

The afternoon flies by. I leave a little early, hoping to catch Tim before he leaves for karate. I text back and forth a few times, but he seems pretty solid.

He is very happy to see me and says, “I have things to talk to you about when I get back. I love you.”

And he is gone. And I have the apartment to myself.

Everyone, well mostly Lisa, worries that I can’t cope with being alone. But I was alone in my old apartment most evenings before Tim. And that was just over two months ago. I am actually looking forward to decompressing by myself. Tim, especially right now, requires a lot of my energy. And I love Lisa dearly, but she is one needy chick. Sometimes I think it would be nice to be married to Alan, to be pampered and fed. And he would love to have alone time, more than she will give him. I realize where this thought pattern is running and halt it immediately. None of the other three should ever have a whiff of me thinking like this. Especially Tim, as vulnerable as he is right now.

I change out of my work clothes into a tee with nothing else. I throw together a garden salad and add the left over fried chicken from last night, at least what is left of it. That must have been Tim’s lunch or dinner. We probably need to start stocking lunch food for him. I grab a scrap of paper and start putting together a shopping list as I eat.

After dinner, I check my work e-mails quickly. Since I am cutting my days short right now, I do want to try to make sure I didn’t miss anything late in the day. Seeing nothing, I go back and lie on the bed reading my kindle. I grabbed a couple of books by one of the author’s that Lisa liked from her dirty books class. They are exactly what I want to read. Well written and lots of sex.

I am definitely comfortable, but feeling very, um, I will call it inspired, when I hear the door open. I jump up, run out to greet him, giving him a big hug. “How was karate? You said you have things to tell me. Sit down and I can get you something to drink.”

He collapses in a chair. Karate always wears him down somewhat. I pour him a glass of iced tea and sit next to him, but our chairs are turned, facing each other.

“Karate was aksaray escort good. I think I put more into it tonight because it felt good to be doing something physical. It worked out some of my emotions.”

I look concerned.

“Don’t worry,” he says, “I am not about to break down or something. But you have to know it isn’t all worked out of me yet. It still hurts regularly. I am somewhere between pissed and wounded at being canned. I will tell you if it starts getting to be bad well before I reach the breaking point.”

“Thank you.”

“I was thinking about just having an easy day Wednesday. Maybe a lazy morning then a picnic in a park and then a nice walk. Something like that.”

“Ooh, that sounds nice.”

“And if you take another day off, I want to go check out the Star Trek Experience. It’s about a three hour drive each way, so it’s definitely a full day. I want to get you to watch a bunch of Alan’s list of episodes before we go so you can appreciate what we are seeing. Doing that with you would be like my dream day.”

“We will make it happen then. Maybe we can watch our first episode tonight.”

“And I looked at schools. Jesus, it’s hard concentrating with you dressed like that. No wonder Alan and Lisa stare at you so much in the mornings. It’s not the same view at all from your side.”

“Do you want me to pull something else on?”

“God no, but it’s hard not just leaning down and starting to lick.”

“Let me hear about you learned about schools and then you can do that if you want,” I say, spreading my legs wider. I can feel my pussy suddenly getting wet.

“There were a bunch of programs that looked interesting, but I need to decide what I want to do with my career before I choose. And I should talk to Alan about these.”

“I already told Lisa that we might stop by after dinner tomorrow evening to let you and Alan talk about this. Not to change the subject, but my pussy heard talk that something else may be happening soon.”

Tim kneels down between my legs and starts in on my pussy. He really is a grand master of cunnilingus and, between his skill and my earlier reading, he gets me off in short order. I start to try to return the favor, but he stops me saying, “I think I only have one time in me tonight and I would rather save that for bed.”

We snuggle on the couch and watch the first episode on Alan’s list. I more or less know the major characters, but I sometimes ask Tim who somebody is or why the black engineer wears a weird thing over his face. It’s a reasonably good story, looking at whether the robot is property or has rights. Unlike last night’s movie, I don’t see any direct connection to our current situation, but it is starting to get me to appreciate the show more.

We head back to bed after the show and Tim is not interested in making love tonight. He wants to fuck, pure physical animalistic sex. I like both, but I would have rather had another night of making love.

We are snuggling afterwards and he speaks, which he rarely does after sex. “I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable with this question, but in the interest of openness and just to quench my curiosity, I am going to ask.”

With that build up, I am a little concerned.

“From the few times we have watched Alan and Lisa fuck and from what she does in her movies and the one time I fucked her, she reaches down to start getting herself off before the guy cums. I think she is trying to synchronize the orgasms, You almost always wait until after I cum. Why?”

“I think you are right with your observations, both of me and Lisa. I am not sure why I do that. I hadn’t really thought about it. I guess partially I don’t want it to end. I want to just keep fucking forever. I did reach down when Alan was fucking me because I wanted to get to the anal sex. I also think some of it is hoping that I will climax without clitoral stimulation, but that only happens rarely. Part of me is wishing that you would reach down and I didn’t have to. If you know you are about to cum, trying fingering my clit. I would love you to do that. You don’t have to do that every time, but sometimes would be really nice.

“Lisa has told me that she really likes cumming at the same time. Remember she was so happy that Alan got her off in sync with herself watching their new movie Saturday night. It’s not as big a deal to me.”

“Thank you for talking to me about it. It makes me feel rewarded for trying to encourage more openness.”

It was an awkward question, but I feel better having had that conversation too. I feel very connected as we drift asleep with my head on his big chest.

We have sex again in the morning and he does reach down just before he cums. I cum quickly after he touches me, getting us almost perfectly timed. I enjoy the feeling more than I remember from previous attempts; maybe I just didn’t really care about any of the other guys like I do about Tim. Or Lisa does about Alan.

I tell Tim that I really appreciated his hand this morning before I climb out of bed to take my shower. It has to be a fast one. I warn Tim that Lisa will come up to the apartment to pick me up. He decides to throw his boxers and yesterday’s tee shirt on for some modesty. I am just chugging a cup of coffee when she gets to the door. Tim lets her in and gives her a hug (with her permission).