Years of [m]ounting-tension [f]inally freed.

Longtime Lurker, first time posting. I have plenty more stories, so if this is well received, I’ll be happy to share. Apologies for the long-winded buildup. Fast forward to the line break if you don’t care about the backstory.

This story starts about 9 years ago. I had just got accepted to a university as a Junior transfer student, and I knew absolutely nobody given that I’d moved from one coast, to the other. My girlfriend at the time had also gotten accepted elsewhere, and we decided to try and make things work, 3,000 miles apart. My first week went generally as expected in terms of moving, meeting the roommate, and exploring the campus. At this particular school, there didn’t seem to be much talent, and the student body was not large in the least; it was a smaller school, and everyone at least knew of everyone. It made worrying about being a good boyfriend that much easier. One day I’m walking back to my dorm, and a girl catches my eye. She’s average height, petite, busty, had a fantastic ass. The ass of a girl who has seen some competitive sports. Her hair was long, curly, and black – my achilles heel. Her skin was porcelain, and her lips a vibrant red. Her face was lighlty laced with freckles and she had the cutest, most innocent hazel eyes that popped against the jet black hair and fair skin. She was like an all natural pinup girl you see tattooed on a biker’s arm, except she was very, very real. She checked every requisite in terms of what I consider “hot” and well, fuckable. I missed an opportunity to chat her up, but I knew she lived in my dorm so there’d be other opportunities.

Fast forward to the weekend and I spot her at the local club. The club was the hottest I’d ever been in, and you could smell the sweat and sexual angst of every newly freed, hormone-driven college student. Fueled by multiple AMFs and Keystone Lights, I approached her and said “Hey, I know you, you live in my dorm. I’m CaliThrowAway87”. She smiled and said, “I’m Eli”. We exchanged pleasantries, and I asked her if she’d like to dance to which she thankfully obliged. I nervously grabbed her body, and drew her in. Awkward gyrating very quickly turned into intimate writhing. I closed in on her body more, and she closed into mine. I let my hands explore her hips, her waist, feeling her curves, trying my best to keep it relatively pg-13. I smelled her hair, her sweat, and it was sweet, and intoxicating more so than the blue concoctions I had downed prior to my approach. In that instance, I forgot all about my ex. After tiring of being bumped into, I guided her to a fairly secluded wall, and pressed her against it. I danced against her, and she must have surely felt my throbbing and recently neglected cock, now swelling against her freshman thighs. The rest of the night is a bit of a blur as we were very much drunk, but we exchanged numbers and went our separate ways like a good boyfriend should ensure, right?. The following weeks, we didn’t chat too much, but we ended up joining the crew team together, unplanned. Despite that the men’s and women’s teams seldom practice together or even see eachother, it allowed for a reminder of one-another’s existence as well as a point of commonality. Over the course of the next two years she became one of my best friends, and we chatted, cuddled, watched stupid fucking Dawson’s Creek, cooked together, and basically everything couples do, but fuck. She was so innocent, so sweet. We were one another’s surrogate companion. Eventually I broke up with my girlfriend, and entertained Eli’s awful taste in men. She had a knack for dating well below her level of attractiveness but would argue that “they are great on paper”. Unbeknownst to her, she was exploring and subconsciously exercising an unidentified yearn for control and dominance.

We constantly judged the other’s sexual conquests, relationships, encouraging the other to do better. At that point, I’d not wanted to fuck Eli. Being her friend, I realized how deeply she read into gestures, comments, conversations etc. and I wanted no part of that. We would not have been a good fit and I wanted no drama. I also grew to value her as a friend as she is a wonderful person. Suffice it to say that throughout college, we never kissed, we never played around, and we never fucked despite our admitted attraction to one another and despite the many nights we slept in the same bed, myself hard, and her likely wet and wanting it as well. All throughout college, though, in the back of my mind, I wondered what it would be like to fuck Eli. On many occasions we talked about it, and I told her she’d want it to be romantic, and slow, and that’s not how I like it. I openly told her she would read too deep into things as she often did, and it couldn’t just be “fucking”. That innocence was beginning to fade, but damn could she still pull the act off. That said, believe me, I always wished she was not that way, because I would have loved to be inside her and explore her naked body with my hands, my tongue, my lips, and every other appendage a man could want to run across a willing woman’s body.

Fast forward 2 years and I graduate. She had two years left but we remained in constant contact, skyping, texting, and updating each other on our latest sexual exploits, my new work-life balance and her decision to pursue graduate school. She continued to seek my matter-of-fact advice on cheating, sex, relationships etc as she grew more and more out of her shell, and dove deeper into the waters of promiscuity. She was becoming very well accustomed to not completely divorcing herself of emotion, but being very selective on which desired emotions one male could temporarily satiate; something I pride myself in contributing to, as that’s exactly how I am. I was always her go-to when she needed a man’s outlook in things. “Do it for the story”. “Find something about a person to love. It makes the sex better, the story more grand, and experience more real and memorable. Just don’t fall in love”. These are some of the things I’d say to her when she felt bad about herself, or confused about a man’s intentions. “His intentions don’t matter. Just play the game right, and you’ll always come out on top”. And she did. I loved hearing her stories, and still to this day, she loves hearing mine. At this point, we started getting more sexual with each other. I took the initiative as I realized my sweet, innocent Eli, was crossing over from fantasy, into the world where pleasure is a game, and not getting hurt means you win. We continued to flirt, and send each other sexy pictures. We had a digital affair, often when she had a boyfriend or myself a girlfriend, though at times she hesitated. I sent many at her request. I loved her pictures. She took a while to build the courage to reciprocate, but she did, and my god, those tits. The most perfect C/D-cups I have ever seen, with small, pink nipples. When she was in italy, she sent me a photo of some italian lingerie she had purchased. She’d send pictures of herself in the dress she wore to dinner, but she’d pull the dress down for me, exposing a gorgeous cleavage. She’d excuse herself from friends and to the lady’s room to satisfy my need to see her body. It drove me wild knowing she was thousands of miles away, fucking other men, collecting stories, knowing I’d played a role in her development as a sexual deviant; i was so jealous of them, but I knew in due time, I’d also be of of those men.

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She moved around a lot after joining the peace corp, and finally she landed a gig that allowed her a lot of travel for work. One of those cities was the city in which I resided. When we saw each other that night, it had been for the first time in years. She had slimmed down considerably, which I didn’t think was a) necessary or b) possible, but in the end, she looked drop dead gorgeous. She had black pants on, and a black shirt that complimented those incredible breasts. Her hair was a bit shorter, but her face exactly the same. The cute freckles, the innocent smile, red lips; all around innocent, but I knew that my Eli was different. We went out with her friends, drank, and flirted a bit here and there, nothing over the top. At last we made it back to her room and opened a bottle of wine. We chit-chat on the king bed where we both knew we’d be sleeping. “We should take a bath”, she said abruptly, but with the cutest smile a man can’t say no to. Now I won’t lie. In this instance, innocent Eli was all I saw all night, and it brought me back to college. There was an internal struggle that seemed like eons. I think part of that may have been nervousness, the other part apprehensions to ruin a great friendship. But then, suddenly, I remembered all the sexy exchanges, the stories, the pictures. Everything. And I replied with a “Sure. Let’s do it.

As I drew the bath, the water seemed to take forever to heat up. It was much older, quaint, and “fancy” hotel back in its day. As went throught the motions of drawing the bath, checking the water, I felt myself harden. I stripped down, and was happy that I had prepared by shaving completely clean that morning. I stripped down and got in. Now I’m very much into fitness. I’m 6ft, ~200lbs, very lean but muscular build, and I’m decently endowed and most girls compliment my girth and the physical appearance and shape of my dick. I have dark hair, a blue eyes, but enough about me Let’s focus on the guest of the evening. Eli comes in as I am sitting in the now hot, steaming tub. She slowly undresses, pants first. Then finally, her shirt. She had on a black bra, and in some cases, I love it when a girl keeps her bra on, it’s kind of my thing. In this case, I was glad she didn’t given the time I’d waited to see her naked body. The dim hotel bathroom lighting lightly accentuated all my favorite parts of her. She reached back, and undid her bra, casually as though no one had been watching. Her tits, well, they stayed right where they were. With that, she slid her thumbs under her panties and pulled them down, exposing her pussy, shaved, with just a bit of hair so she “didn’t feel like a little girl”. I sat there, taking it all in. My heart was beating hard, and my dick was equally hard. As she gets in the tub, we sat across from each other, very, very comfortably and made small talk, really just enjoying being together again. I massaged her calves, and she sipped on her wine. She was getting spoiled. Her skin was soft, still fair. As the water cooled, things got silently tense. We knew that once we left the security of the bathtub, and the distance between us from sitting on either end, there was no turning back from the decision we had independently made in our own minds. We stood up, and I grabbed her a towel. I grabbed myself a towel and dried off. She headed to the room, and followed shortly thereafter. I walked up to her, and removed the distance between us. She hugged me, and we kissed, for the first time ever. We stayed like that for a while, just standing, our mouths locking us together. Perhaps we lingered to enjoy the first kiss, or perhaps it was to idly second guess the road we were about to go down together. Whatever it was, it subsided, and I laid her down and continued and it was indeed, passionate, and very romantic. I let my hands trail her body, at last having those tits in my grasp. I rubbed my bare dick on her pussy, and the warmth of and wtness made my senses tingle. My brain was melting and it felt hot; the sensation was like that first hit of a cigarette; a true dopamine dump. She grabbed my dick and stroked it. In 2 minutes we’d crossed first and second base, after knowing each other for 6 years. In three to four minutes, we’ll have gone the entire distance. I was already feeling like I was going to cum. I stopped her and went to work on her with my fingers.

First one, then two. I knelt next to her, watching my fingers slide in and out of my innocent Eli, and fondling her nipples with the other hand. I grabbed her throat lightly, to which she let out a slight moan. I bent over and kissed her. Our tongues danced together, and I bit her lip, sucked her lip, and charged into her neck. I continued to nibble, and bite as I readied her for my dick. I wanted to enjoy the view for as long as possible, her naked body laying there in anticipation of mine. I wondered if this is how she had imagined it. If she ever thought about me while she was with another man. At last I positioned myself in front of her and spread her legs which she graciously invited. I inched my way into her, teasing her with just the tip, in and out. My dick was swollen to the verge of almost hurting. I watched myself disappear into her slowly as she became accustomed to me, and accepted me comfortably. We kissed as we fucked almost never breaking our lips apart. Our fingers we laced together as our now sweaty bodies glided across themselves. I felt like I couldn’t get enough of her, taste enough of her, touch enough of her. I wanted more hands so I could enjoy more of her body. All this and you know what? At that point that had been the most passionate sex of my life. She was right.

At one point, she looked at me and told me to lay on my back. I did as instructed, and she mounted me, taking the reigns. “I’m going to fuck you now” she said. We always had the discussion about what actually defines being fucked or doing the fucking. She insisted it was the dominant party that was doing the fucking, and that just because the man is the one penetrating, does not mean he is the one fucking. We laughed and she slid down onto me, well accustomed to my dick at this point. She bobbed up and down, and then forward and back, making sure my needs were tended to as well as hers. The view of her magnificent tits were in my face, and I wasted no time grabbing them, and sliding my hands from her hips, to tits to her mouth, her ass. Any part of her I could reach, my hands were exploring. We tangled our mouths again, and she was holding on to my waist to secure herself more. She brought her feet up, and started squatting over my dick, fucking me. The slapping of our bodies was rhythmic, and the sight hypnotic. I felt like i was getting closer and I promptly ripped her off of me and turned her over. I got behind her and told her that we were going to finish with me fucking her. I grabbed her hips and drew her into me, and slowly began to thrust into her first gently, then violently. We loved it. I grabbed her throat from behind, bit her neck, kissed her ears while sweat dripped down by body and onto hers. At last I felt myself coming closer and closer. She felt my throbbing dick near orgasm and tightened up. As I came, I slowed my pace but drove aggressively, One. Two. This was the longest and most intense orgasm of my life, and I dumbed buckets. Surely she felt the pressure shooting through her pussy, filling her. Three. As I pulled out, i flopped to her side, and the cum was dripping out of me. We stayed there, covered in each other, and just laid there, playing with our bodies, and laughing. We expressed our feelings of “FINALLY”, and acknowledged it had been the longest sexual tension of our lives. We fell asleep cuddling per usual and today remain close friends and still exchange photos from time to time. On occasion, I have sent her videos (with consent) of myself and a fuck-buddy, which she, with consent has shared with her fuck buddies. Our dynamic has not changed. She is still one of my best friends, and situation permitting, we’d likely fuck again.

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