[F]ucked my long-ti[m]e friend/ex-boyfriend’s close friend [Part 1]…

I've wanted to write about this for a long time since I often keep reliving it when I masturbate or use my vibrator. I have a couple different stories about Sam, we had sex at least 7-8 times and every 2-3 months talk about our sexcapades and how much we want to fuck each other, but this story is the first time. This first started about 4 years ago, but it is completely factual and still makes me horny when I think about when he fucked me all those times. Skip to *THAT NIGHT** if you don't care about my pre-Sam sexual history. :)

So I had just gotten out of a long-term relationship with someone I had known as a friend for 7 years (we dated for 3 years) and we ended up living together for another year after that, purely for financial reasons. It was a mutual break up, no hard feelings, we both even talked to each other about going on OKCupid and seeing other people. Still, at first it was hard to see him going out on a Friday night and not come home until Sunday morning while I was stuck in the house with nobody. So, in short, I became a whore at my nighttime job. I knew some of the guys I worked with had found me attractive and wanted to fuck me even while I was with my ex-boyfriend, but I was faithful (even though said boyfriend and I hadn't had sex in three months when we broke up). The most I let one guy do was squeeze my ass when we gave me a hug… "faithful" I guess. He was fucking sexy as hell. Tall (~6'4, and I go crazy over tall guys), smooth, etc. I let him fuck me a few times at his house, in the park twice, and in his car but that's another story. In the span of a month of two the number of guys I fucked went from two to eight. I was a virgin until 18, and only been with two guys until I was 21. I didn't even care, I was sex-deprived for three months and have an extremely high sex drive. All six of the new guys were from my job, and I'm sure they all shared their stories of fucking me, but again I didn't care. None of them were too memorable or enjoyable, though. One guy I had been lusting over for a while (shorter, but more muscular) had the biggest, gurthiest (?) dick I'd ever seen or felt. It wasn't even fun. We didn't have foreplay, he didn't eat me out and was drunk off tequila at 10am. He fucked me raw and I was so sore the next day. A few of them I fell for and had feelings for, but of course those never worked out or they never fucked me good enough. That was until I propositioned Sam.

Sam and I have about 8 close mutual friends. We all went to college together, lived together for a few years during and after college. It was fucking wild, living with 8+ other people. You can imagine the crazy nights we had (I also kissed my first girl one night, she was one of my best friends, and years later realized I loved it and was bisexual), it was fun. Sam and I never really clicked that much. I'm not sure why, but I was kind of a prude at the beginning of college and he was a player and would pretty much fuck anything that walked. He is a good-looking black guy, about 6'2, skinny. I thought he was sort of an idiot and he bothered me a lot sometimes. He was a friend of my friends, really. Literally my first few weeks at college, we made out for some reason I can't remember, but it was awkward (and I was awkward of course) and nothing really came of it. I knew he wanted to come back to my dorm room, but I was still a virgin at the time. (side note: my first boyfriend/the one who took my virginity is ALSO in our group of friends, so I've literally dated/fucked 3 out of 8 of my friends… minus the girls, so that's really 3 out of 5 lol) Anyways, I didn't let him and we were weird not-really-friends or anything for a few years.

Fast forward to breaking up with my three-year boyfriend, like I said I was hungry for cock. I didn't know I loved pussy yet, but I needed a steady dick fucking. No one had satisfied me enough and I was feeling frustrated. I basically said fuck it and texted Sam something like this:

Me: Hey, can I ask you for a favor? Sam: What's up? Me: I have a business proposition for you. (SERIOUSLY I said that…ugh.) I know this is random but I haven't had sex in so long so I was wondering if we could make an arrangement lol Sam: Wow. Yeah, I'm down. I always thought you were sexy…

Well, thank god he didn't reject my advances because I was really nervous and thought I would come across as an idiot. I started to get excited and felt that familiar tingle down there. We texted back and forth for a couple days and one night when I knew my ex would be out of the house for the weekend, I invited him over…

THAT NIGHT

I was so fucking nervous. About to fuck one of my "friends" but I knew there was no turning back. I took at least 3 hours or do my hair, makeup, shave every fucking hair on my body and down half a bottle of sweet red wine. I decided to put on some jean short-shorts, no underwear and just a bra. A little about me: I'm a petite black girl (but I look spanish I've been told), about 120lbs, perky B cups, and I have nice legs and a proportionately (not too) big ass. I wanted to come to the door and be straightforward about what was going to happen. We texted back and forth and he kept asking me if I was sure I wanted him to come over (it was already after 1am and he had been out partying) and I was getting frustrated, but eventually I see a car stop in front of my apartment. His friend dropped him off and I watch him walk to the door. Like the nervous, silly (and now half-drunk) idiot I am I started running around the house, trying to figure out what to do and to calm down, so fucking nervous and excited this was actually happening.

He called me and let me know he was outside. After a few deep breaths I opened the door for him. He looked at me, then at my chest and started smiling. He didn't say anything, but kept looking at my breasts. I was drunk at this point and feeling more confident, so I told him to come in. He walks inside and (I'm assuming) pretends to be interested in how the apartment looked, but I'm dead sent on getting laid right now. He looks back at me as I'm leaning against the front door staring him down and biting my lip. He gives me a smile and the "so, what do you wanna do?" line (lol), and I smile and grab his hand, leading him upstairs to my room. I make sure I go in front to slowly walk up the stairs, poking out my ass and giving him a peak of my cheeks beneath my jean shorts. I think he was nervous too, but I would have loved if he felt between my legs, sliding up to my ass. We get to my room, and I let him go in first.

Now, this is where I wish (not really) I could get all seductive and romantical and shit, but I was seriously ravenous at this point. I turned off the light to avoid eye-contact awkwardness and he asked me why I did that. I didn't say anything, but grabbed for his cock, which was a semi at this point. We kiss for a few minutes and I bite his lip and his neck because, my god, he is a great kisser and I am so turned on at this point. I get wet very easily, especially when I shave, and I was soaking. I rub his cock through his jeans and feel it getting harder. I take one of his hands off my waist and put it down my jeans to let him feel how wet I am. He utters a soft moan and says "damn." I smile because I knew I had him, but it quickly turned into pleasure as he started circling around my clit slowly and then eventually put a finger inside. I was feeling so hot at that point and I'm bucking my hips to him finger-fucking me, but didn't want to cum yet so I waste no time pushing him onto the bed. He lies down at the end of the bed and I kneel in front, ready to undo his zipper and taste him. He stops me and goes to turn on the light. He says "I wanna watch you." I feel embarrassed and awkward at first, but thank god for wine and already being horny, because again I just said fuck it. Now, since the lights were on, I had to really give him a show. He's fully erect and I can't take my eyes off of it. It's not the biggest one I've seen, but it was nice-looking. He lies back on the bed and I look at him and smile, taking the cock in my hand. I start licking up and down his shaft, taking quick glances at him to gauge his reaction. He's fully fixated on my mouth licking his dick, but hasn't said anything or made noise at this point. Without warning, and with all the saliva I can muster, I shove his cock in my mouth and deep throat him, taking one hand and holding him at the base and sucking up and down while twisting slowly with the other. He starts quietly moaning after about 20 seconds which turn into "oh my god"s, "wow choloopies" and "damn"s. After only ~3 minutes, he stops me, I'm assuming because he's going to cum soon and looks exhausted. I look at him and smile, knowing I've started something really good…

I have to stop now because a) I'm turned on b) it's late and c) I'm turned on. I definitely want to finish soon and hope you have an interest in it… Part 2 soon?

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/3bu330/fucked_my_longtime_friendexboyfriends_close