Jack Rabbit Joe

Jack Rabbit Joe -- 3

Frizzy and Me

Hey guys,

Joe again. I have another story to tell. Hey, if any of you didn't get my first two stories, you might want to search for "Jack Rabbit Joe Ch. 01" and "Jack Rabbit Joe Ch. 02". It will give you a little insight on me, how I got the nickname, and all that. In this story I want to tell you about my FWB friend, Frizzy. That's a nickname of course. I'm not really sure how she got it, or who gave it to her. It had nothing to do with the way she looked. I digress. Let's get on with it.

I've known Frizzy, since we were small. She lived in the same trailer park that almost all of the kids I grew up with lived in. I lived in a house, next to the trailer park. She is a year younger than I am. We never got sexual when we were in our youthful, experimental days. I don't really know why. She was skinny and flat chested, just the way I liked them. We were at the same get togethers, and all that, but I ran around riding dirt bikes and doing guy stuff, and she was just one of the other trailer park girls. I never gave her any thought. We were friends though. Just on different peripherals of our crowd.

Somewhere along the way, we got to be better friends. Still not sexual, but that started to change a bit when she went from a skinny, long dirty blond-haired wisp, to a big titted, young lady with a heart shaped ass. She was almost always barefoot, wearing cutoff jean shorts, and a tight top. Yeah, she knew what she had. She was about 5'4" tall, barefoot.

Fast forward to just a bit after I had turned twenty. That would make her about nineteen. My parents had gone to the beach for the weekend, and of course, I tossed a party at my house. Lots of beer and plenty of school friends from out of the neighborhood showed up for that one. We were all pretty sloshed after a while. Cars started drifting away down the long dirt road we lived on. Soon there was only me and Frizzy left in the living room. My little brother had taken off with a friend. My little sister had spent the night at a friend's house. My fairly recent, baby sister was at an aunt's house for the weekend. I'm pretty sure she was my dad's kid, but after what I'd learned about my mom recently, I wasn't so sure. Eli had gone home early. His girlfriend didn't like me. It was just me and Frizzy, drunk as fuck.

Our house had two sofas. One to the left of the front door, with a gun rack hanging above it. Four guns. All loaded. Everyone knew it. No one got shot. I did run a strap around them for the party so no one could pull one down. We lived in the sticks. It was normal out there, back then, even in the Northwest. The other sofa was to the right of the front door, with the living room window behind it. I sat on the one by the window, and Frizzy was on the other one. I was looking at her and wondering why I hadn't tried to fuck her. I think it was the first time I had really noticed that she was a big girl now. I was usually into skinny girls and perky tits, but Frizzy was anything but that. Not pudgy at all though. Just proportioned perfectly. Like an extra curvy hourglass. I guess she saw me staring.

"Why haven't you ever made a move on me?" she came right out with it. She had never been shy. "You've had the chance for years," she continued, "but you never did anything." I just stared at her. "You can do it now, if you want."

I got up and went to the sofa she was on and sat close, legs touching, put a hand on the back of her neck, and took her big assed, right tit in my hand. Okay, in this case we need to call them boobs. Titties are little to medium. These fuckers were big. Not bulbous, just big, and perfect.

She leaned over and started kissing me. We were making out, hot and heavy instantly. It was like it was always meant to be. After some major heavy petting, she said she wanted to go to the bedroom. We got up and she grabbed my hand, dragging me down the hall. She knew our house. She'd been around forever. She led me to my parent's room, since it had the biggest bed. We sucked on each other's bodies for a long time. All over. Neck, chest and pretty much everywhere. Eventually, I had my face between her shapely legs. She was a true blond. The only one I've ever had. I lapped and lapped into oblivion. I remember the tip of my cock starting to enter her, and I don't remember anything after that. Not a damned thing.

I woke up on one of the sofas the next morning. Frizzy was on the other one. I sat up looking at her. She had hickeys all over her neck.

"Did I do that?" I asked.

"Yes," she grinned, "and you have them all over too."

"What did we do last night?" I asked. My memory fuzzy and incomplete. We'd been pretty drunk.

"If you tell me you don't remember, I'm going to slap you," she exclaimed.

"Just trying to see if it was real," I answered, quickly. I guess we did it. "So, now what?"

"Well, we are not boyfriend and girlfriend, if that's what you're asking. Were still friends though, like always," then she grinned, "but we can do this again, any time you want."

"Really?" I asked.

"Joe, you have always been a good friend. Always around when you needed to be, even if you didn't know it. Last night, was like having really great sex with a really good friend. I want to do it again, but only as friends." She waited for my response.

"Fuck yes," I blurted. "Now?"

"No," she laughed, "typical guy. No, not now," and we both laughed, like friends laugh.

"When?" I kept going.

"Okay, now I know why they call you Jack Rabbit Joe," she laughed harder.

"You know about that?" I blurted.

"Everyone does, Joe," she laughed, then said, "Okay, let's do it again, now." She said, changing her mind, and we went back to my parent's bed, and we did it again.

We lay there together afterwards. Everything just felt so real. So right. So, in tune. But it wasn't love. It was just, well, right, for lack of a better term.

"Joe, we can do this whenever we want, but just friends, okay?" she wanted confirmation.

"Yeah," I said, "I mean, I feel like we've always been just good friends, and we can talk. I don't even think I talk with Eli, the way I can with you."

"Exactly, so here's the deal," she said excitedly, "We share our experiences with each other. You tell me who you fuck, and I'll tell you who I fuck. And if we run into someone, we think the other one of us would like, we set them up. Okay?" She watched me carefully, waiting for my reaction.

"You mean, we find people for the other one of us to have sex with?" I asked, a little flustered.

"I will, if you will, and we can tell each other about it afterwards, and teach each other new things that we learned." She watched me, "Joe, please, this is so sexy for me."

"Okay," I agreed, unsure of what I was really agreeing to. "You are a nasty girl."

"Lick my pussy Joe. Like you did last night. Then I want you to tell me where you learned to do it." And she spread her legs, waiting.

I went down on her already well fucked pussy, and brought her off, just the way I had learned from Carla. Then I told her about Kerri and Carla.

"Next time we do this Joe, I will tell you a story, and you have to tell me one. We can only do this if we each have a story to tell. Okay?" She asked.

"Cool," I answered, starting to really get into this.

"Okay, I know you've been going out with a girl named Talia. Let's start with her?" she said.

"So, are you going out with anyone?" I returned.

"Yes, it's Rick. You already know him, but he lives a little way away," She answered. I did know him. Skinny guy. A bit of a doof.

She continued, "You know Talia is a slut, right?"

"What?" I blurted, "What do you mean by that?"

"Well, I talked to her at school sometimes. She had her eye on you a long time before you started actually going out with her. She always gets pissy and jealous when she sees you talking to other girls. She did that even before you dated. Did you know that? The problem is, she'll fuck anyone with a dick at the drop of a hat. She fucks around on you all the time, Joe." Fizzy explained. "But it's okay."

"Why the fuck is it okay?" I asked, a little steamed.

"Because you're doing it, too, and you're going to do it a whole lot more," She grinned, taking charge. "Now, let's talk about how we're going to get even with her. She's going to love it, you're going to love it, and I'm going to love it."

"How are we going to love it." I asked.

"We're going to change your relationship. We're going to arrange for her to get fucked, and you and I are going to sneak of and fuck each other, or someone else," She explained.

"Are you serious?" I asked.

"Yes," she answered. "There is a party next weekend at Romo's. There are never many people at his parties. Just a few of his jock friends. We'll crash it, with Talia, we'll get her buzzed and the guys will flirt with me and her, and try making moves. When she thinks she can get away with it, Talia will let them mess with her. I'll make sure to get her into another room with a couple of them. Once I see her getting with it, you and I will leave for a while, and come back in a few hours."

"You don't think she'll miss us? What will the other guys think?" I asked.

"I'll make sure everyone knows we're leaving. I promise, everything will work out. Trust me. This is our first test," She explained, with authority. "Fuck, this is making me horny, lick me again," She demanded, and I did.

The following weekend, I took Talia to the party at Romo's. Frizzy rode with us. The girls had been planning things together all week, and I was just the driver. I didn't know what all they had discussed, but knowing Frizzy, and what she'd told me about Talia, it was nothing a girl tells her daddy about.

We got there around 8pm. Not late, but not so early as to be awkward, talking to people you don't normally hang out with. I was a gear head and they were jocks. We got along, just didn't hang out. Talia and Frizzy were flirting in no time. And now that I knew about Talia, I could see it plain as day. How the fuck had I not seen that before? There were a couple of other girls, but mostly just girlfriends of jocks, sticking to their inner circle. Not so much with Talia and Frizzy. Those two were getting around. I floated around, beer in hand for a while, talking to some of the guys, randomly. They were genuinely interested in my motorcycle racing, and we also talked about which cars were cool. I pretended to be interested in school sports, but I wasn't. Years later I would get into football big time, but not back then.

It was after 10:30pm, and pushing 11pm pretty quickly. Time had flown. The girls had been mingling at will. As I made rounds, I got involved with some of Talia's conversations with whomever she was with at the time, and some of Frizzy's conversations, too. They were not always at the same time. The two of them never mingled with the other girls, just guys. The other girls would glare at them. I was pretty much just a buzzing fly on the wall, observing. Some of the other girls kinda seemed to like me. Others paid no attention to me whatsoever.

The couples were gone by 11pm. Talia and Frizzy were the only girls left. Talia was in the kitchen with three guys, standing quite close. She didn't back away when I walked in, just gave me a knowing smile. Frizzy followed me in, took my arm and led me back out.

"It's time for us to go," she said, pulling me toward the door, "don't worry about her, she's staying," she added, as I looked back at the kitchen. Talia was too caught up in whatever was going on in there to even notice me leaving.

"What the fuck, Frizzy?" I asked, alarmed.

"I'll tell you when we get to the car," she answered. One of the guys in the living room slapped Frizzy on the ass as we walked by and Frizzy smiled sweetly at him and said, "Maybe next time Jonny." I think she meant it.

As we got in the car, Frizzy said, "Go to Pietro's. Don't ask, just drive," Then she followed with, "Remember our pact last week? We set things up, and tell stories? We'll that's what this is. Talia likes to get fucked, but she wants you, to herself. I set her up. She's going to get gangbanged by everyone that's still at the party. I told her I would take you somewhere, and keep you busy. I promised her we were just friends and that I wouldn't fuck you. I lied. Of course I'm fucking you. Talia will tell me everything, and then I'll tell you. Are you okay with this?" She asked.

"Fuck no, I'm not okay with this!" I exclaimed.

"You have to be, Joe," she answered. "She's already getting fucked. They were just waiting for us to leave. They tried to get me to stay, too. If you go back now, she'll already have someone between her legs, and you'll likely get your ass kicked."

I said nothing, trying to come to grips with this.

"Joe," Frizzy continued, "I'm here for you. You are going to fuck me tonight, anyway."

"How will she get home?" I asked.

"We are picking her up in the morning, and then you are going to fuck her again." And when I was silent, she continued. "Joe, she's a slut. She's been fucking behind your back since the first day you met, literally. I talked her into being open about it. She was not good with it at first, but I convinced her. She gets to fuck whomever she wants, and she comes back to you. She doesn't know you're going to be getting fucked too. She likes the idea of you helping arrange it. She wants you involved. Joe, you don't have a choice. Keep her, or ditch her, she's doing it."

"Frizzy?" I asked, weakly, "Where did you come up with all this stuff?"

"My parents are swingers, Joe," she said, as if that explained it. I looked at her blankly. "Joe! You don't know what a swinger is?" she laughed, "Oh my god. Okay, I grew up with my mom and dad brining people home to stay the night. Sometimes men, sometimes women, sometimes both. They stayed in my parent's room, Joe. The walls in a trailer house are paper thin. I heard everything. Get it?"

It dawned on me what she was talking about, and I was slack jawed. She laughed hysterically.

"Joe, you just turned into a swinger tonight, too. I love it! Oh, Joe, we're going to have so much fun," she laughed.

I ain't gonna lie. I was starting to get a boner.

I pulled into the Pietro's parking lot, and Frizzy told me to park next to a Chevy van in the corner. I did, and the side door opened. It was Rick. Frizzy's boyfriend.

"Jump in," Rick said, "I've been waiting all night for this."

He jumped in and Frizzy followed, extending her hand to me and pulling me in with her. Rick closed the door, pulled his cock out and said, "Suck my cock," to Frizzy. There wasn't much headroom, so Rick lay on his back and Frizzy was on her knees, cock in mouth, right away. Apparently, this was planned, too.

"Lay down next to Rick, Joe, and get your dick out," she demanded, leaving no room for argument. I did. Frizzy jumped over to me, and started sucking, and then back to Rick. Then she said, "Rick, I want you to watch Joe lick me. He's so good at it. You'll love it when he makes me cum."

She pulled her shorts off, spread her legs and said, "Don't leave me hanging, Joe, do it." And I did. What the fuck, right? When in Rome. I had her cumming quickly, like I always do when I go down on a bitch. Then she got on her knees again, pushed me on my back and started sucking me. Rick didn't wait for an invite. He was in her from behind and we were spit roasting her with gusto. He came quickly, after having been worked up for a while. Then Frizzy told us to switch. We did, and she cleaned up Rick, nice and neat, while I took my turn, filling her pre-slimed pussy with my spunk. Then she rolled me over and cleaned me, too.

"Let's sleep in the van together," Frizzy suggested. "We don't need to pick Talia up for awhile yet. I bet she gets fucked ten more times before we get back," She laughed, Rick laughed, and I gave in and started laughing, too. We dozed off. Frizzy snuggling me, while Rick spooned her. I woke up a little later, and Rick was fucking Frizzy, hard. How was I sleeping though that? Realizing that I was awake and watching, Frizzy started letting her voice be heard. She'd been holding back, until then.

"Fuck me, Rick! Yes! You're always so good. Oh! Oh! I'm gonna cum Rick, fill me now!" And she started bucking and squealing. Rick apparently decided not to hold back and blew his wad, too. He stiffened up and pushed it all the way in. Then he collapsed on her.

"Joe's turn," she said, pushing Rick off. "Eat me, Joe," she ordered. I hesitated. I had licked girls before after they were fucked, but Frizzy wasn't just recently fucked, she was just now fucked, she was spewing cum from her pussy. "Now, Joe! Eat me!" she ordered. I glanced at Rick, and he put a hand on my back, pushing me down, towards the creampie, flowing out of her pussy. I did it. Fuck it. I did it.

I made her cum again. It was my specialty. I decided that I didn't mind. It was weird, but hot. After she came, and I had cleaned her up, she ordered. "Fuck me again, Joe." So, I did. Missionary at first, and she kissed me deep that way. The she said, "Doggy, Joe," and made me flip her over. I slid it in, and started pumping.

"Get under me, Rick," she said, "You know what to do," and he crawled under her, horizontal sixty-nine, and started licking her pussy, while I fucked her, and she sucked his cock. It was the craziest thing ever. I learned later that this was called, fucklicking, but at that time I had no clue. It didn't take long for me to cum with my cock in her, and a tongue occasionally blipping my shaft. I rolled back and saw my jizz flow out of Frizzy's pussy, and right into Rick's open mouth. Right down his tongue and down his throat. Damn that was hot, but I didn't know if I could be the one, doing that.

Rick was hard, and Frizzy climbed on and took him cowboy style. They both came again, with me watching.

"Want some more, Joe?" Frizzy asked, and when I shook my head, no, she grabbed a towel they had in the van and wiped herself off, then pulled her shorts back on. My dick was limp, and not growing again anytime soon. "Time to go, Joe," she announced. Rick and I didn't shake hands, just gave each other knowing looks and nodded at each other as I climbed out of the van.

The drive back was uneventful. We were worn out.

"How many guys were there when we left?" I asked Frizzy about leaving Talia at Romo's party.

"Eight," she answered.

"Do you think she fucked them all?" I asked.

"Yes," she answered, again, "that was the plan. I'm sure they each got het at least twice. Maybe a couple of them did her more. She probably had it in all holes at once, a couple of times. Maybe more. Maybe the whole time."

"You don't hold anything back, do you?" I asked.

"That was our deal, Joe," She answered, "did you like what we did? You, me and Rick. And before you answer, yes, I loved it, and I want it again. Now, did you like it?" I was silent a moment too long. "Well, did you?"

"Yes. Frizzy, you are the best thing that ever happened to me." I meant it.

Frizzy was glowing. "You are my best friend, Joe. No strings. Just fun." She stated, then asked, "Now, did you like knowing Talia was getting gangbanged, while you were sharing me with Rick?" I was contemplating, and she asked, "Well?"

"Damn Frizzy, don't be so impatient," then I continued, "You know what Frizzy? I didn't at first, but now? Yeah, I think it's awesome. And you know what, I don't think I even really like Talia. So yeah!"

"So why go out with her?"

"Because, she likes to fuck me, all the time."

"Remember the deal, you have to fuck her after we go get her. It's called reclaiming, and that's what she wants."

"What if I don't want to reclaim her," I asked.

"That's part of the deal, Joe. You gotta. We'll get her banged again. She's our fuck toy. I'll get you more fuck toys. Hell, I'll be one of them, Joe." She grinned.