Brit Cums Out of Her Shell

Two weeks later, Hal’s friend came to visit. Brian only lived across town, and he made time to see Hal at least a couple times a month. It was early evening when he came through the front door and walked into the living room. Brittany had already worked out that evening, and she and Hal were settled in for the evening.

Hal sat on his EZ chair in a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, and Brittany curled up on the end of the couch with her Nintendo Switch, wearing a pair of old sweatpants and two tank tops to keep her tits from jumping out. Hal didn’t bother getting up to greet Brian as he walked into the living room. “Not bothering with knocking anymore, huh?” Hal asked.

“Nah, I figure you were probably tired of getting up to answer the door for me every time,” he chuckled.

“Yep,” Hal laughed and gestured back toward the kitchen. “Beer in the fridge if you want one,” Brian shook his head and dragged a fold-out chair across the carpet and set it next to Hal. His long legs stretched out toward the TV and he put his hands behind his head. “More for me,” Hal said, shrugging.

“Well, I figure I won’t be able to stay too long. Cally is already home, and I told her I was just stopping to say hi.” Brian had a short-trimmed beard and curly hair, and always seemed to be wearing heavy pants and a worn-out T-shirt. His shoes were well-kept, and despite being greasy from his work, he always kept his hands clean. He was a few inches taller than Hal, and was a little thinner, too.

Brittany stayed focused on her game and asked Hal’s friend, “How’s Cally doing, by the way? I feel like we never hang out anymore.”

“Oh, she’s doing pretty good,” Brian drawled. “She’s been really busy with work, and she’s been taking extra time to help her grandmom out so she doesn’t have to live in a home.”

“Oh wow. Maybe I’ll drop by and visit her sometime. It sounds like she could use some company!”

“She’d like that,” Brian said, nodding. “She doesn’t get to hang out with her friends much anymore.” He wasn’t sure Brittany would actually visit, but he knew that his girlfriend would enjoy the company if she did.

The conversation dwindled and everyone’s attention turned to the TV, their game, or their phones. Hal and Brian made small talk. A few minutes later, Brittany looked across the living room at Hal, sitting in his recliner. “Hey babe?” she asked.

“What’s up, Brit?” Hal looked away from the TV at Brittany.

She bashfully asked, “Will you rub my shoulders?”

They made eye contact, and Hal hesitated. “Please?” she begged. Hal almost never agreed, but Brittany still liked to try. After more hesitation, she joked, “I’ll give you a BJ.”

Brian perked up a bit and Hal laughed, saying, “Sorry babe, ask me tomorrow? I don’t want to tonight.” Brittany pouted on the couch and Hal asked, “Do you want anything else? I’ll do something else if you want.” Brittany laughed too, “Noo, that’s okay,” and went back to her game.

Brian stood up and stretched. “I think I will have that beer.” He walked into the kitchen, and Hal heard him open the fridge when he said, “Do you mind which one I take?”

Hal called back, “Help yourself — what’s yours is mine, man!”

Brian looked at his options and chose the last Budweiser sitting in the door. He opened it with a bottle-opener from his keychain and dropped the cap in the trash can. When he came back in the living room, he sat down again next to Hal.

A second time, Brittany spoke up from the couch. “Hey, Babe?”

Hal gave an exaggerated, playful groan. “Yes, hon?” He asked slowly, smiling and keeping his tone light.

Brittany chuckled, “Jeez, I was just wondering where you put Mario Kart!”

“Oh!” Hal said. “I thought you were going to ask for a foot rub or something,” he laughed. “I’m pretty sure I put it in one of the entertainment center drawers.”

“Oh, okay.” Brittany said. She stood up from the couch, leaving her Switch on the arm rest. She walked up to the TV and bent over in front of the two men to look through the first drawer in the entertainment system.

Brian couldn’t help but glance at her wide hips, her full ass. Her sweatpants were old and worn enough that the fabric had thinned and conformed to her body, leaving the shape of her ass perfectly visible. Her round behind briefly mesmerized him.

Hal whistled, “Damn, I do love that ass!”

Brittany laughed bashfully. “Aw, thanks babe!”

Hal reached forward and gave it a playful slap. “Uh!” she moaned.

Brian couldn’t look away. Hal praised, “You have like, the perfect bubble butt. Doesn’t she, Brian?” She chuckled at the attention, then swayed her hips seductively in front of the two men. Hal sucked in. “Damn, babe!”

Brittany bent lower, intentionally pushing her ass out as she went back on her search for Mario Kart. Hal looked at Brian’s face and gave him a mischievous grin.

Before she could finish her search, Hal grabbed Brian’s hand and guided it onto Brittany’s hip. Brittany mm!‘d appreciatively when Hal pulled his friend’s hand onto the blonde’s full ass. Brian inhaled nervously as his friend guided his hand across Brittany’s round cheek. He couldn’t stop himself from giving her a gentle squeeze. The word juicy flashed in his mind like a Hollywood theater sign.

Hal wasn’t done. He guided his friend’s hand down her ass and pointed his fingers down. Her full ass filled his hand and a stupefied haze settled over Brian as his jaw dropped.

Suddenly Brittany was arching her back, pushing into Brian’s hand. She murmured as Brian’s hand slid down between her legs, “Mm, babe. In front of Brian…?”

Hal bit his lip, holding in a laugh as he pushed Brian’s fingers against his girlfriend’s pussy.

Brian’s fingers pushed along a few inches of the fabric covering her sex. He felt her soft, full lips giving under the light pressure, and realized she wasn’t wearing underwear under the sweatpants. The shape of her lips pushed out against the thin fabric for a second, one on either side of his middle finger. She was bent over so far that the fabric stretched, and the pale color of her skin began to peek through. He softly uttered one word as his brain completely shut down: “Oh.”

Brian’s jaw snapped close at that point, both from the heat of her pussy and because Brittany shot upright with a playful, “Hey now!”

But when she looked over her shoulder and realized it had been Brian’s hand and not Hal’s, an intense blush shot up through her cheeks. “Hal!” she started. But before she could rip into him, he was already laughing hysterically. Instead of launching into a full blown freak-out, she punched him on the shoulder.

“Ow!” he gasped, still laughing.

Her eyes shot to Brian, who still looked dumbfounded. Brittany’s anger quickly turned back to embarrassment. Hal’s laughter continued as Brittany looked back at Hal and shot a weak, “You jerk!” as she turned around and snatched Mario Kart out of the drawer she’d been shuffling through.

Brian eyes were glued to her ass as she bent over for the game, then stomped back to the couch. She plopped onto the couch (her tits bouncing generously against her chest) to see Brian still staring at her, dumbfounded. A small smile crept across her lips. Hal’s laugh was contagious like that.

Hal continued to laugh in fits and starts as she shook her head. Hal recovered enough to glance back at her and say, “Sorry, babe. I couldn’t help it!”

Brittany actually chuckled then, still shaking her head, and said “Yeah, yeah, you ass.” She still sported a blush deep as a cherry.

Hal looked away, calling back to her, “You’re the best girlfriend in the world!” but Brian’s eyes lingered on her. His eyes met hers, and Brian was stuck on her intense blues. She smirked at him as she came to the realization that the whole situation had happened because she’d been willing to play along in the first place.

Brian wondered if it could all happen again. Brittany’s eyes tore away from his and she went back to her game.

A few minutes later, Brian found he already needed another beer. Thinking Cally wouldn’t mind if he stayed a few minutes longer, he went and grabbed another drink from the fridge. By the time he popped off the top and came back out of the kitchen, he found Hal standing in the middle of the living room, typing a message on his phone. “Going somewhere?” Brian asked.

Hal nodded, “Yeah, I’ve gotta run across town to help Pops with some firewood. It should only be twenty or thirty minutes.” He looked at Brittany and asked, “Do you need me to grab anything while I’m out?”

Brittany didn’t look up from her game, but shook her head. “No, I think I’ve been grabbed enough tonight.” She glanced up at him with a half-grin, and it was Hal’s turn to blush.

He hung his head dramatically and headed for the door. “Alright, alright!” he said. Looking back at his friend, he said normally, “In case I don’t see you before you head out, thanks for coming over, Bry.”

Brian headed for the couch and cracked open his beer. “Eh, I might be here when you get back. See you soon.”

Brittany’s heart started pounding when Hal announced he was leaving. She knew Brian would hang out a little longer, as they’d done this plenty of times before. Tonight was different, though. Her intuition told her that Hal had started something.

As Hal left, Brittany took a deep breath. Brian sat down next to her and she stood up. She took her time walking from the couch to the TV. Brian watched her ass sway as she walked over. She bent over at the waist, knowing she was revealing the shape of her sex to him again and plugged her Switch in.

Knowing what to look for this time, Brian paid close attention as the fabric stretched, revealing the pale color – and the shape – of Brittany’s pussy. Brian gulped his beer down anxiously as she stood upright again.

Mario Kart loaded onto the flat screen TV, and Brittany picked up a controller. Rather than sit across the room from the TV, she sat on the ottoman in front of Hal’s recliner. Then she unpaused her game and kept playing.

Brian sipped on the dregs of his second beer, feeling the start of a buzz. He wanted to talk about what had happened, complement the shape of her ass, or the heat coming off her pussy. That would be weird. It’d be weird even if she wasn’t Hal’s girlfriend. Shit, he thought, not sure what to do, but wanting to do something.

Brittany didn’t mind Brian just hanging out. Sometimes it was nice to be able to just sit and relax and have someone to chat with, and Brian was a long-time friend of Hal’s, so they were comfortable around each other, evidenced by Hal’s little prank, and by how she was acting. But she tried not to think about it too much.

To her surprise, after she finished her first race and started another, she felt two big, callused hands on her shoulders. She didn’t mistake them for Hal’s this time. She kept playing, but half-looked at Brian and said, “Oh! You really don’t have to do that!” In her head, she was going back over how it felt to have one of those big hands on her ass, and then, how it felt when his fingers pushed against her pussy…

“You did say you wanted a shoulder rub,” Brian said, interrupting her spiraling thoughts. “I really don’t mind.” He was already rubbing little circles into the knots and muscles in her shoulders, and Brittany was already starting to relax.

Her back was always sore, if nothing else than from the size of her tits. And Brian already had the perfect pressure. “I figured, after what happened earlier, you could use a little relaxation?” He couldn’t help but stare over her shoulder, directly down her cleavage. Fucking hell, he thought.

She couldn’t help it. She barked a laugh. “Relaxation, yeah. That was just,” she sighed, “Hal being Hal, huh?”

She frowned, wondering if it was okay for him to do this. Brian had such big hands, and he was doing such a good job already. It wasn’t really normal, though, and Hal wasn’t there. She thought about some of the things Hal had said, and lost those thoughts as Brian’s hands pushed into her sore muscles.

Finally, Brittany relaxed and leaned into the massage. After all, Hal wasn’t there. “Well thanks.” She kept playing her game and said, “That felt really good. Feels! I mean, feels good.”

“Uh, yeah you, uh I mean, good,” he said slowly. “Cally always has me rub her calves, so I have some experience.” Brian’s massage continued on her shoulders and neck, then down to the middle of her back.

Brittany finished her race and started the next one.

“This game looks really fun. How much was It?” Brian asked.

“I don’t know, like thirty bucks? I think Hal bought it.”

Brian moved a little lower down Brittany’s back and he landed right on a knot.

“Ungh, yeah,” she moaned.

Brian cleared his throat, distracted by the moan. And by her huge titties, barely contained in Brittany’s tank top directly below him. He had to lean down to reach her lower back. He didn’t notice how his breath raised the hairs on her shoulders and neck. “Maybe I’ll get it for Cally and I. It might be fun for the nights where we just stay inside.”

He moved back up to her shoulders, standing upright. She moaned again as he found more knots by her neck. He found himself trying harder to make her moan; it was turning him on.

“Mm, that feels so good,” she groaned. Brian stiffened, and Brittany said, “It’s a fun game for groups. I bet Cally would like it.”

Brittany looked over her left shoulder at Brian. “Do you think you could keep rubbing that one on the left?” She batted her eyelashes at him. As he put both hands over her left shoulder and rubbed, Brittany closed her eyes, inhaled, and bit her lip. “Oh yeah,” she breathed.

She recognized that she rarely made those sounds when Hal rubbed her shoulders. Maybe Brian is just better at this? she rationalized. Besides, he’s not here, she thought again.

Brian continued to apply pressure to the knot on her left side, circling the tense muscles in her shoulders. He couldn’t help it: his cock started to tent his pants.

It felt good to have such strong hands pushing against her. As she finished another race, she couldn’t help but notice she was feeling… warm. She crossed her legs and squirmed.

At first, she was uncomfortable. But Brian’s massage felt good. Hal almost never rubbed her shoulders. She decided to let him keep going despite the soft heat spreading into her thighs and up into her stomach.

Behind her, Brian was concentrating hard on his breathing. He rubbed his friend’s blonde girlfriend carefully, trying not to let his excitement show. His erection pushed hard against his work pants, and he was glad for their heavy construction.

He kept thinking about what Brittany had told Hal when she asked for the massage, and it seemed his buzz was doing more thinking than his brain, because before he could think twice, he carefully unzipped his pants. He contemplated pulling his cock out through his boxer-briefs, but was too nervous. He rested his hand back on Brittany’s shoulder, rubbing the other shoulder carefully.

She thought she heard him scratch himself, but then she felt him rest his hand on her right shoulder again. It felt relaxed, and heavy. He rested it there while he rubbed her left shoulder with the other hand. It reminded her that she’d offering Hal a blowjob for the massage, and she tensed up as a mental image filled her mind.

She imagined that soft, hot weight on her shoulder wasn’t Brian’s hand, but a big, fat cock. Brian’s cock. For a split second, mental images flashed in her mind’s eye. She imagined finding it there on her shoulder, big enough to drape across it. She thought of looking up into Brian’s face, giving him a shocked expression. Slowly, she would admit that she did offer a blowjob for the massage. She could nonchalantly nod her head agreeably as Brian said something, then, cautiously, her delicate fingers would wrap around the veiny shaft. Would it be too big for my fingers to touch if I wrapped them around it? she wondered amidst the brief fantasy. She thought of her soft lips carefully parting for the thick cock. She imagined Brian looking down at her with a mouthful of him in her mouth. Just as quickly as it was there, it was gone. Brittany squirmed again.

It reminded her too much of what used to happen. At the dealership. A wave of mixed feelings washed in with the heat of her situation with Brian. She remembered all the times that Hogan, Cam, hell even that general manager —

No. Nope, not going down that road right now, she thought forcefully. This is totally different, she assured herself as Brian pushed into the knot in her shoulder. Completely — she moaned languorously, different.

The moment passed, the mental images subsiding as she was brought back to the present. Brittany glanced down at Brian’s hand resting on her shoulder — definitely a hand — then back at Brian.

“Um,” she started awkwardly, her anxiety creeping through her stomach. “I know I promised Hal a BJ for a massage, but,” she couldn’t stop herself from glancing at his crotch. Should I just do it? She noticed that his zipper was down, and his pants bulged toward her.

Her anxiety won. She gulped and snapped her attention back to the TV as her anxiety fought down the heat blooming up from her groin. “Uh. Thank you for the massage, Brian,” she said nervously.

Brian instinctively took a step back. “Huh?” he asked, trying to sound surprised. “Oh, no! I didn’t think you would — I mean, I didn’t expect you to-”

“But you want me to?” Brittany cut him off coyly. She wasn’t totally put out. His nervous energy made her just comfortable enough to make the little joke. Making the comment didn’t stop her from blushing a deep red.

Brian stammered for a few seconds, going back and forth between yes and no. Not sure what else to do, he finally managed to say, “I um, think Cally is expecting me home soon, so.”

Brittany glanced back at Brian and smirked at him the same as she’d done after Hal had pushed his hand onto her ass. Her eyes locked him in place. Her gaze flitted back to his crotch, then to his face again.

Her anxiety faded away as she started to feel her own body dictate the energy in the room. “Okay, have a good night. The massage was great, by the way.” She briefly wondered if she meant to say that with such a sultry tone.

“No problem, Brit. So, I guess I’ll see you later then?”

Brittany nodded, “Yeah, definitely.” And went back to her game. “See you later.”

Brian left, his head in a fog. Brittany waited for the big man to leave, then paused her game and peaked out the living room window, toward the driveway where he was getting into his truck. She thought on what had happened and remembered the feeling of Hal pushing Brian’s rough fingers against her pussy.

She still felt the heat in her groin from having him so close to her, rubbing her shoulders and her back. As she watched his truck pull out of the driveway, she snaked one hand under the waistband of her sweatpants and murmured, “God dammit, Hal.” It didn’t take her long to get off.

Hal walked through the door to his house and went straight to the living room, calling out, “Hey babe, I’m back from Pops’s house.”

Brittany called back as he passed through the kitchen, “Hey babe.”

Hal walked into the living room to find Brittany sitting in front of the TV, playing Mario Kart. “Brian left, huh?”

She glanced over at him, saying, “Yep, a while after you did. And guess what?”

Hal smiled. “What?”

“He gave me a back rub.” Brittany stuck out her tongue without looking at Hal.

“Wow, lucky me I don’t have to give you one now!”

Brittany shrugged playfully. “Lucky me I don’t have to give you a blowjob now.”