Giving in to my best friend…and roommate [f/m]

This is a story about how one of the showers broke in my house, and how it led to me fucking my roommate/best friend. Told as if you, the reader, are me.
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Your mind snaps back from its transient haze. Promptly, yet begrudgingly, you begin to work through your normal routine. Pulling the shower curtain back, twisting the knobs ever so slightly, positioning them with precision. Again you turn and face the mirror, wondering how he could have the gall to CONTINUOUSLY suggest you shower together. You scoff. Your relationship had never been more than platonic.

Laid before you loosely in the mist, almost in a projection, your thoughts rush back to the first time you kissed him. That certainly wasn’t platonic. That was fun, more than fun, heated even…and you started it. That day is still clearly impressed upon your mind, despite your attempts to convince yourself it was meaningless.

He wanted more, he wanted to close the bedroom door and fall into you. Part of you wanted the same, but no, it wasn’t right.

Plus, you kind of wanted someone to see. No, that can’t be right either. This isn’t what you wanted.

You remember now the rush you felt, thinking one of the other roommates would come looking for you and find you tongue in tongue.

FOCUS. Stop drifting. You need to be ready for work soon; this shower needs to happen now. You look down to find your hand pressed beneath your towel, firmly between your thighs. Why does this keep happening? You can’t have feelings for him. You don’t.

The towel drops to the floor, already damp from the steam now pouring over the arc of the curtain. Maybe it’s something about this bathroom that’s messing with your mind. After all, if he’s in his room, he’s only a few feet away.

You become frustrated. When will your upstairs shower be fixed? That would certainly help you escape these thoughts, back to the technical banalities of routine. It’s fine. Let’s shower quickly for once and get going. *Let’s*?

You climb over the leading edge of the bath and feel the sharp pointedness of the water, stinging at your back. Maybe you weren’t so precise, it isn’t your normal shower after all. No matter, you’ve adjusted to the heat now anyway.

You let the water run through your hair, wash all thought from your head. Soon thereafter your mind falls into the trappings of work. So much for thoughtlessness.

Work is becoming tedious, you need something new. “Means to a goal, the end is worth the process,” you repeat to yourself. Do you have everything ready to go? Probably not, you can never remember where you put things. Certainly not in their proper place.

Suddenly–a thud.

Shit. Did you lock the door? Did you even close it? It’s never a worry upstairs. There’s certainly no way to check now. After all, you left your towel where it fell, out of reach. What if…? No, he wouldn’t. Sure, he had feelings for you, you were certain. But all those jokes about showering together and make up sex were just jokes. Weren’t they?

You wait several moments. Nothing. It was just your imagination. And then…”Hey, you left the door open. Want me to close it?”

Say something. SAY SOMETHING. “Uh hey”…uh hey? Really?

“So is that a yes?” You hear him call.

“Yeah obviously” you berate.

Your towel! “Wait, grab my towel. Just realized I left it out there. You can just hand it to me.”

A blur motions through the steam. You grab for it. An abrupt jolt runs through your fingers. You’re holding his wrist now.

Grab the towel, what are you doing? GRAB THE TOWEL. You can’t let go. You both wait in silence. Fuck…You want this.

“Uh, here” he says, finally breaking the tension.

You snatch it up and push, forcing it into the towel rack. His hand withdrawn, the noise of the door thudding and clicking shut releases your moment of stupidity.

Your legs are shaking. The water certainly isn’t cold. You could’ve pulled him in.

You close your eyes, realizing the moment’s over, and make quick to return to your regular motions, rinsing the shampoo from your hair.

…You feel a sudden draft then a shift of warmth radiating behind you. Fuck. Should you turn around? Is this your imagination again?

No, this is real. The door was closed so no one would walk in on you…both of you.

You can barely feel the water now, yet you still feel warm. And suddenly he’s there, hands at your hips. You feel an ache run through you. It’s finally happening…yes, finally. There’s no use in lying to yourself anymore. You’ve always wanted this, and you definitely want it now.

The thick of his cock bridges your ass and spine, pressing firmly to your back. It’s so warm, radiating heat. You can feel the muscles almost pulsing in rhythmic flow with the waves of unreliable water pressure.

You whimper, his breath heavy on your neck.

Just below your ear you feel his mouth slide into position. Your mind quickly twitches between his mouth and hands, which are now sliding across your waist to the front of your stomach. And then, seemingly with such ease you never thought possible – you let go. You push back into him and let the feelings that have been weighing you down, torturing you for months, escape with the clouds of steam. This is it.

You feel his fingers trace your ribs. And with the release of each ridge you become more in-tune.

You reach for the soap, pushing his cock closer, harder against your ass as you bend forward. He takes the bottle from your hands and pours it across your chest. The unexpected cold makes you shiver. And as it runs down, his hands again push upward, meeting at the apex of your breasts. Your breasts now firmly cradled in his rough hands, you moan while he encircles and massages them. His fingers begin to pinch at your nipples, pressed between thumb and forefinger. Fuck. They’ve never been this sensitive. He grabs for your hands and your fingers intertwine, exploring the rest of your frame.

His right hand leaves as you immediately ache for it. His legs slide between yours and push them apart. His hand returns, but this time between your thighs. It slowly runs the inner side of your legs, until it stops.

You round your neck to kiss him while his hand rests, and almost instantaneously his fingers push through. Your sudden moan is muffled by his tongue.

Some how he knows. Somehow he knows the perfect rhythm. Maybe any rhythm would be perfect in this moment. Your body tingles and becomes numb, then rapidly seizes around his fingers. You very nearly pass out. Once you regain your wit, or at least as much as you can manage, it’s time to return the favor.

You break from his grasp and turn to face him. You kiss him passionately as his cock squares against your abs. Dropping to your knees, the water rushes down your face. With one whetted lick, tracing the shaft from base to head, you have his full attention. You brace your lips around the tip and push yourself down, deeply. He does his best to rein himself in, but you’ve thought about this moment before and make sure you get your turn to hold complete control.

After several minutes you can’t hold off any longer. You’re whole body is throbbing, aching. Before you even manage to shift, he grabs the nape of your neck and pulls you upward. You wrap your arms around his neck as he lifts you off the ground and forces you into the wall.

Without hesitation the entire length of his cock fills you. It overwhelms you as you scream and bite his lip. Minutes feel like hours, but it’s still not enough. You gasp for air and again you cum, harder than before. A few more thrusts and you’re close again. You begin to shake and lose your grip. You feel a sudden warm burst filling you, he bites into your neck and it puts you over the edge. He tried to mutter something moments before, but you didn’t care. You wanted to feel all of it.

You pour the soap now, into your hand, and begin to stroke the length of his cock, priming it once more. As you slide your grip upwards and squeeze the tip he lets out a heavy grunt and sharply turns you around. You lean forward for your towel and throw it off the towel rack, grabbing the bar firmly with one hand and his cock in the other behind you. You position it right beneath you and he grips your waist, sliding forward and in.

You’re moaning louder now with every thrust. The whole house will hear. Fuck it, you don’t care. The idea of everyone knowing you’re getting fucked wildly only strengthens the intensity of your soon-followed orgasm.

You release the bar as he pulls you towards him. You both turn to face the showerhead and raise one leg to the side of the tub. Rubbing your clit he pulls your head back to rest on his shoulder, whispers into your ear, and cums far deeper than before. You nearly collapse, completely breathless.

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Slowly you return to reality, cleaning the mess you’ve made in the bathroom and of each other. A far better reality now, out of the shower, than before you got in.

Fuck. The only towel is soaked. You take his hand and sprint naked along the wet tile to the bedroom across the hall.

He throws you towards the bed and immediately presses his tongue between your thighs. Seconds before you lose thought once more, you realize you’ll probably ruin his sheets.

“Fuck it. This won’t be the last time I fuck him tonight and there are plenty of other beds in this house.”

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/46nii5/giving_in_to_my_best_friendand_roommate_fm