This is the conclusion of the story and it only directly involves a little bit of fucking from me. I hope you enjoy it. You can read the first two parts here:
After the first two times Emily and I hooked up we hadn’t gotten a chance to the rest of the summer. She was interning in her hometown and I was working full time. Also, I fully expected it to be a one (or two in this case) time thing. Also I didn’t want my friend to find out – not that he would really have a problem with it, but more so the fact it would be kind of awkward. So overall I wasn’t too disappointed that we didn’t hook up for the rest of the summer. And we kept in contact, texting and talking every once in awhile. I was okay with just being friends since that’s what we were originally to begin with.
When fall came around, most of my friends and I went down to our alma mater for homecoming. Emily went to the same college, and I knew that I would see her there. On the drive down that Friday, my thoughts kept wandering to her despite not seeing her for the last three months. But my mind kept having brief, fleeting flashbacks to her dripping wet with just a towel on, giving me a blowjob, and me handcuffing her and fucking her on my bed. I kept thinking about her facial expressions as I fucked her; from the cute, devilish smile that would quickly turn into her squinting her eyes and then progress into her gasping as we went at it harder… To say that I was a little distracted on the drive down would be an understatement.
We got there Friday evening and started drinking and headed out to the bars. My thoughts of her quickly evaporated as I saw old friends and classmates. Around midnight, I texted her to see where she was at. She texted back and said she was at (the bar next door). I left the bar I was at and headed next door. I saw her as soon as I walked through the door. She was standing near the bar wearing a black tank top that accentuated her tan and her chest, and small cut off jean shorts (think daisy dukes). She was looking extra hot that night with her long tan legs and shoulder length brownish blonde hair. She turned to see me come in and flashed me a smile. She then raced over to me and gave me a big hug. I sensed that it was going to be a good night.
The next two hours are somewhat of a blur. I remember drinking at the bar with her, catching up, then going to dance, and then the bar closing and walking back hand in hand with her to her apartment. She lived in a super nice apartment with a great view overlooking the campus and the quad. I lived in my fraternity house my final three years of college, but I had friends that had previously lived in the same apartment complex as her so I was familiar with the layout. The first 10 floors were all a parking garage, and then on the 11th floor there was an outdoor pool and hot tub on one side, and then an enclosed workout area on the opposite side. She lived on the 12 floor right above this and her room had huge 10 foot windows that looked right out onto their balcony and overlooked the pool and hot tub. It was extravagant to say the least. We hooked up that night and nothing was all that noteworthy except when we were doing standing doggy style with her hands pressed up against her bedroom windows, looking out over campus and watching the lightning in the sky. Every Time there was a lightning strike I would smack her ass and begin to fuck her harder. I felt like Zeus the God of Lightning and Fucking.
The next morning I woke up early and left out to meet up with my friends and fraternity brothers at the bars before the game. I think I was still slightly drunk from the night before when I woke up and left, and forgot my keys in Emily’s room. Well all the better; that was just an excuse to go back for Round 2 that night. I went to the game with my friends and our team lost, like we do every year, because we suck at football and haven’t been to a Rose Bowl in ages. After the game, we went back to our house to eat and meet the new pledges before heading right back out to the bars. After drinking for many hours, I regaled my friends on my newfound status as a drunk Greek God and was able to find out in the process that one of our friends was actually hooking up with one of Emily’s roommates! However, he didn’t hear us nor was even aware that there was a storm as he was passed out in (Emily’s roommate’s) bed. I told him that was a shame and that we could have done a walk of shame together in the morning. Although Emily and her roommates (she had 3) were all pretty hot so I’m not sure how much “shame” there would have been in that walk – and it was better than passing out on a couch or futon at the fraternity house.
As the night wore on, I texted Emily that I left my keys in her room and needed to get them at some point that night. She responded that she had them on her nightstand table. Awesome, I thought – I’ll just continue on with our impromptu bar crawl and then meet up with her later in the night. Well, later in the night wore on and our group met up with two of Emily’s roommates at a bar. I took a lap around and didn’t see her. I asked her one roommate where Emily was and she said she thought she left early since she was really hungover from the previous night. I texted Emily and didn’t get a response and so then I called her and she didn’t pick up. This wasn’t good, because I needed to get my keys in order to drive home in the morning. Eventually I asked her one roommate if I could borrow her key to get into her apartment and grab my keys since she usually stayed with her boyfriend anyway.
With their apartment key in hand I headed off. I just figured Emily had gone to sleep and didn’t hear her phone. Maybe if I was lucky I could wake her up for some surprise sex. There was just something about banging while looking out over the rest of campus… But I digress. When I walked in I noticed that Emily’s door was closed. As I started to walk towards it, I heard her giggling. That was followed by a whisper and some more playful giggling. Either she left the TV on too loud or she was in her room with someone else.
I now walked stealthily towards her room, careful not to make a sound. I had to know. My hands were beginning to get sweaty and my heart began to race. I was beginning to tunnel vision as I got closer to her door. I took another step and then, CREEAAKKKK. I must have stepped on a bad board in the floor. I stood there frozen, not wanting to move and have the board creak anymore. I could still hear the giggling and whispers, but now I could definitely tell that the other voice was a guy’s voice. However when the whispers and giggles subsided altogether my heart began racing even faster. What I heard next though was the unmistakable creaking of bed springs. It started off slow and then worked into a faster rhythm. I don’t know why, but I wanted to hear more; I needed to hear more. For some inexplicable reason, I was incredibly turned on by this, even though Emily was definitely banging another guy.
As quietly as I could, I made my way over to her door. Now that I was next to it I could hear more; the bed springs bouncing louder and her soft moans. Just as I wondered what position they were in, I heard the guy whisper, “turn around for me.” And about 5 seconds after that I heard the unmistakable sound of skin slapping. After what felt like an eternity, but I’m sure was only a couple minutes at most, I heard Emily scream out, “Ohhhhh my god, fuck me harder, fuck me harder! I’m gonna cummmmm ahhhhh!!!” And then everything was silent.
I immediately devised an escape plan so that I wouldn’t get caught just wandering around her apartment obviously listening to the two of them have sex. I swiftly made my way over to the roommate’s room whose keys I had. I sat there in silence just thinking to myself: I just heard two people have sex, one of them being a girl I kind of like, and for some reason that turned me on when I should be angry, embarrassed, or hurt. But I didn’t have too much time to dwell on these thoughts as I heard Emily’s door open and two sets of feet go out the front door. Thinking she was just going to walk him to the elevator I darted into her room, grabbed my keys and then back to her roommate’s room so that she wouldn’t see me when she got walked back in.
Minutes passed by and Emily still hadn’t returned. I remember thinking to myself “how long is this goodnight kiss. maybe she is blowing him in the elevator… whatever it was I couldn’t leave in case she was in the hallway and saw me leaving.” But just then I heard laughing coming from outside. I walked out onto the balcony from the roommate’s room and lo and behold down on the pool deck floor was Emily and the guy she was with.
The guy was already in the pool and Emily was standing next to it taking off her shirt and slipping her shorts off and jumped in. The guy swam over to her and they were instantly lip-locked. He slowly pushed her up against the wall of the pool as they continued making out. Soon they stopped making out and the splashing between their two bodies picked up. I could tell he was really fucking her hard as they were creating waves throughout the pool and I could see that her face was scrunched together and mouth open in ecstasy. She had her arms wrapped around his shoulders and her legs wrapped around his waist, and it looked as if she was trying to hold on for dear life as he plowed into her. I’m not sure why, but I couldn’t look away; I knew it was wrong, but I was so turned on that couldn’t help but continue watching.
After a few minutes they slowed down and the waves subsided. They got out and walked over to hot tub and got in. They were just making out and I thought about making my escape when she stood up in the hot tub and bent over the side. The guy got up and made his way over to her. I could see Emily’s face begin to scrunch up as the guy slowly entered her from behind. Her eyes were squinted and her mouth slightly open, making it look like the perfect cross between pain and pleasure. He began grabbing her tits from behind, rubbing her nipples with his fingers. She tossed her head back in pleasure and with one of his hands he grabbed her wet hair and pulled that while picking up the pace considerably. Even from one floor up on the balcony I could hear Emily moaning and begging for him to fuck her harder. She came soon after and the guy pulled out and sat on the opposite ledge of the hot tub. Emily walked over to him and immediately started sucking his dick. She was just going to town on him quickly bobbing her head up and down. I could tell she was doing a pro job as the guy threw his head back. He then stroked his hand through her wet hair and then pulled it into a ponytail and held it there while she continued working. In less than a minute I could tell that he was coming and she swallowed all of it no problem. Then they both got up and gathered their clothes to come back inside.
I walked back inside from the balcony and thought about leaving then once again so I wouldn’t get caught, but wasn’t sure if they were taking the stairs (so they wouldn’t be seen) or the elevator (if they had put their clothes back on). I couldn’t take a chance so I would have to wait until they got back and make my exit. Soon after, I heard them come in the front door and they went to the bathroom and turned the shower on. After I heard them get in, I began to make my exit. As I was leaving I heard the sound of skin slapping skin as I walked past the bathroom. They left the bathroom door open a slight bit. (Aside: I have an affinity for shower sex, I’m not sure why, but something about being wet and it being kind of taboo). I slowly peaked inside from a back side angle where I couldn’t be seen by them. They had a transparent shower door and I could clearly see him standing behind her fucking her doggystyle and pulling her hair as she moaned with each thrust in and slap of the skin. That finally made made me a little bit jealous and I decided that I should finally leave out now that I had my keys, the original reason I came up in the first place.
I still keep in touch with Emily from time to time, but we haven’t slept with each other since then. She dated the guy that was fucking her for a couple months, but they broke up, and she hasn’t dated anyone since then. At least not from what I’ve heard or can tell from facebook pictures.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/3ik31a/fun_with_my_best_friends_younger_sister_conclusion
Fuck material, not wife material stick with her sister
"Zeus god of lightning and fucking" is pretty accurate.
This reeks of fetish writing.