The Girl Of His Best Friend

The Girl Of His Best Friend.


Written exclusively for XnXX.com





At the sound of an unfamiliar car engine rumbling into the driveway, a puzzled Jennifer stood up and walked to the window to identify the source of the noise. Surely Dave hadn’t bought yet another car?
Being married to a confirmed petrol-head had some advantages, such as always having an exciting motor-car to ride around in, but it also had some disadvantages, such as their garden, garage and often the kitchen filled with oily rags, oil, tools and various scattered automobile parts, strange looking rings, pistons, nuts, bolts and all sorts of engine detritus.

Her brow furrowed at the sight of a 1970’s Ford Capri parked outside the front door of the semi-detached house where she had lived for the past five years, since she had married Dave. It was certainly a classic British sports car, but did they really need it?
Although Dave had a decent job, earning good money, times were tough enough as it was.
Jennifer’s part-time job at the local pub didn’t bring her in a lot of spare cash, and she was always asking the boss for extra hours, just for the money for a few personal luxury items.

She breathed a gentle sigh of relief as she saw Dave’s best friend Andy climb out of the car. Andy was also a car addict, and had been Dave’s pal for years. He’d been best man at their wedding, and had been responsible for organising an honour guard of men in overalls holding large spanners aloft when she and Dave had left the church – a fitting (and humorous) touch. Jennifer grinned at the memory.

As she walked towards the front door, the doorbell rang. She swung the door open and greeted Andy with a smile.

“Hi Andy! He’s not here at the moment, and he won’t be back for a little while yet.”

“That’s ok Jenny, but I kind of needed to see him. Any chance I could come in and wait?”

“Sure, sweetie, come on in and sit down. I’ll put the kettle on.”

Andy walked through to the lounge whilst Jennifer went into the kitchen. Whilst the kettle boiled she added the coffee to the cups, four sugars for Andy as usual, black with no milk for her own.

With the coffee made, she carried the cups through to the lounge. Andy was sitting comfortably in the armchair, so Jennifer set them down on the coffee table, and sat down on the sofa facing him.

The pair of them chatted, making small talk and generally having a gossip. Jennifer asked about the Ford now parked outside, and found out that Andy had only bought it yesterday. It needed a bit of work, but it was basically a clean motor. Whilst they talked, Andy ran through his normal string of jokes and gags, making Jennifer laugh, as he usually did.
Although she hadn’t been unfaithful to Dave since they first met eight years ago, Jennifer had always wondered what would have happened if Andy, and not Dave, had come over and chatted her up that night in the pub.
It was entirely possible that she might’ve ended up dating Andy instead, as Jennifer had always had a soft spot for him.
As they talked, she smiled inwardly as she occasionally caught Andy’s eyes straying downwards to where her boobs nestled under her vest-top. She felt a tinge of embarrassment when she realised that his gaze was also occasionally wandering down to her crotch. She crossed her tight denim-encased legs, but she also felt a slight flush of excitement at the thought that Andy was ‘checking her out’.

She was used to guys ogling her at work of course, she had a good figure by all accounts, and usually wore low tops and short skirts to work – she had found that men bought her drinks a lot more often if she did so.

The coffees now long drunk, she was giggling at yet another of Andy’s wisecracks, when her mobile phone beeped it’s text alert. She scowled slightly as she read the text from Dave out loud – “Gonna be hour yet, see you soon”.

“Oh well, it’s up to you if you want to stay and wait Andy,” she continued “I’m going to have to go and get ready for work in a bit, but I can make you a sandwich or something if you’re going to stay.”

“No, but thanks anyway Jenny, guess I’ll have to get going soon.” was the reply.

Jennifer blushed as she realised that Andy had spoken the words directly to her breasts, no longer even keeping up the pretence of looking her in the eye.

Looking up, Andy caught her eye, and stammered his words hesitantly “Um…er…Jenny, can I … ah … er… ask you something?” As he spoke the words, he fumbled for something from the pocket of his trousers.

“Yeah, go on!” Jennifer answered brightly, feeling all at once embarrassed, flattered and slightly aroused by Andy’s obvious appreciation of her body.
Unthinkingly, she flashed a glance at Andy’s groin, and caught her breath as she realised that he had a very visible erection straining in his trousers.

“Er…um…well, it’s like this Jen,” Andy continued “I’ve always kind of been a bit jealous of Dave, ’cause he’s got you, and you’re a good-looking bird alright.” Jennifer felt her face flush with warmth as her cheeks reddened.