After our breakup, my ex’s best friend [f] brings me [m] homemade dinner and a handjob

I was in a short and abusive relationship, but got through it a few years ago. Though my ex and I struggled a lot, one place where we got along very well was in bed. We had a very rich sex life with a lot of roleplay. One thing my ex loved to do was to fantasize about us cheating on each other with our friends. She'd tell a story about one of my friends secretly fucking her behind my back, or one of her friends pulling me away at a party and giving me a blowjob. My ex especially liked to fantasize about her best friend, who I'll call Dana. Dana is a slight and very beautiful East Asian woman who my ex knew for years and years. We both knew that Dana had something of a crush on me. Any time we hung out she'd stand close to me, touching my arm during conversations, and blushing if I gave her a hug.

I never realized how serious Dana's infatuation was until after I broke up with my ex.

I went through a bit of a dark period after the breakup. I didn't see a lot of friends, and I isolated myself inside my home.

One night there was a knock at the door. I opened it to find Dana there, holding some tupperwares. She told me she'd cooked me dinner and that she could drop it off or come inside and prepare it for me.

I invited her in. Dana was wearing an old faded t-shirt and running shorts that showed off her long, tan legs. I followed her to the kitchen and helped her prepare the food. As we talked, Dana kept touching my hand, rubbing my shoulder, and generally being comforting. Part of me remembered my ex teasing me about Dana's crush, but mostly I was just happy to have company.

Dana's food was delicious. We ate and I opened a bottle of wine for us to split. The mood lightened and soon we were laughing and really enjoying ourselves.

Dana asked how I'd been holding up, and I was pretty honest with her about how depressed I'd been. She offered to help me relax by giving me a massage. Dana is a physical therapist and her hands are honestly legendary. One time my ex woke up with a kink in her neck that prevented her from even sitting up in bed. Dana came and helped ease the pain until finally my ex could move.

We spread some blankets and pillows on the living room floor, and we put on a calm nature documentary. Dana had me sit down and she kneeled behind me and started working on my shoulders. Dana's hands felt amazing and I instantly relaxed.

Dana's strong fingers pierced my stiff muscles, but she also swept her palms down my arms and back, and sometimes over my chest. It just felt so nice to be taken care of and touched in a loving way. I told Dana how much I'd missed being taken care of.

Dana said, "You deserve to be cared for. You're amazing." And she gave me a little kiss on the back of my neck.

I gave a contented sigh and leaned back against her. Dana wrapped her arms around my chest and just held me for a while.

I told Dana that the kiss had felt nice, and she asked if she could give me another. I told her yes, and Dana softly kissed my neck. I turned my face to meet hers and we kissed for the first time. Dana had soft lips, but she kissed hungrily, darting her tongue into my mouth. I moaned with pleasure.

Dana kissed me from behind, our kisses growing bolder, opening our mouths to taste each other. Her hands wandered over my body and slipped beneath my shirt to feel the skin of my chest. "Is this okay?" she asked before she took of my shirt. She asked it again as she slipped her fingers beneath my shorts. I said yes every time.

I was growing hard with all of Dana's kisses and caresses. Dana asked if I wanted her to touch me. I moaned "Yes" into her mouth.

Dana's hand found my cock beneath my shorts. I was already swollen, my shaft thick and hard, my head big and purple. Dana wrapped her fingers tightly around my shaft and just held it, feeling my girth, my stiffness. I groaned and she started pumping my cock beneath my shorts.

Dana was straddling me from behind, kissing my neck and playing with my dick. I just groaned, moving my hips with the rhythm of her hand.

Dana asked if I had any lube, and I told her there was some in the bathroom. She told me to take off my shorts and underwear while she got it. I quickly stripped, and Dana returned with the lube. She told me to lay down.

Dana straddled my lap so that my cock stood stiff before the crotch of her running shorts. She carefully poured some lube over the head of my dick, then teased me, slowly spreading it over my entire cock. It felt amazing. Shivers ran up and down my body. I groaned her name, and Dana responded by taking my slick cock in two hands and rubbing its full length.

Dana proceeded to use her wonderful, magical hands on me. She pumped my cock slowly, then sped up, then paused to play with my head. She got more lube on her hands and gently squeezed my balls. Her legs were spread and I kept looking at the smooth flesh of her thighs in her tight little running shorts. Sometimes Dana looked me in the eye as she pumped my cock, and other times her dark eyes were just on my dick.

I told Dana I was getting close to cumming, and she picked up the pace. She started pumping me faster and faster, and then squeezed my balls hard. I groaned and came, shooting ropes of cum up on my stomach and chest. I kept cumming and cumming as she relentlessly pumped me. My hips bucked, lifting Dana off the ground. She laughed.

My whole body felt incredible after. Dana told me to take a shower, and I asked if she'd stay longer. She said that of course she would.

After the shower I found Dana in my bed. She was still wearing her little outfit, but she invited me to lay next to her naked. She spooned me from behind, holding me tightly. We lay like that, just talking, enjoying the afterglow of her incredible handjob.

Unfortunately Dana moved away a few months later. But in the meantime we got to explore our passions for each other. She helped me move on from my ex and feel like a man worth desiring again. And I'll always be thankful for that.