Growing up in high school, Nora and I were part of the same group of friends. We were never interested in each other but were always confidants to each other for relationship advice. We shared a lot of great memories and we both were literature and movie geeks. Many a lazy afternoon passed in the high school years with the two of us watching some obscure film that one of us (usually her) dug up, waiting to dissect it afterwards. Each of us went to different colleges in the same state, and we saw each other a few times per year. Usually this was in the context of getting back together with our friends from high school, but a couple of times she came to my college apartment (a couple hours away) with some indie movie, for old times sake.
She was a journalism major and after college she got a job writing for the newspaper in a major city. I got accepted to a PhD program in that city and we decided to share an apartment to split costs. We explicitly discussed that this would work out because neither of us was attracted to the other, and we had always been such great platonic friends. She was definitely extremely attractive, just not my type. Nora is short (probably 5′ 2″), Asian, small breasts, loooong black hair down to her ass. That ass though! The definition of the bubble butt. Usually accentuated by the yoga pants she always wore when she was hanging around the house.
Living together worked out great. We really were platonic. She brought guys home pretty often, and occasionally I could hear her nighttime activities, mostly because she had a squeaky bed and a telltale pouty whine when she had an orgasm. I brought girls home too, and a couple of occasions we were both hooking up simultaneously in our separate bedrooms. I swear she moaned louder when she knew I was getting some too, like it was some kind of contest.
Dating her never crossed my mind – even though she was attractive, she just wasn’t my type. Though she was an awesome wingman when we went out to bars at night, and had an uncanny knack for drawing hot girls over to talk to us. She definitely indirectly got me laid a number of times. I do recall being proud that such a hot girl would hang around me, it had to make me look better.
Nora working at the newspaper meant she got off work well after midnight. Usually this meant we started our nights out late, which sometimes made for rough mornings in the lab for me. One night she came home in a huff and seemed really irritable. Apparently an old flame who had cheated on her in the past had been texting her all day, trying to get her to hook up again, and she had just found out that he’d slept with her good friend that night too. I knew she wasn’t going out that night as soon as she came back out of her bedroom wearing her yoga pants. She plopped down on the couch next to me, told me the story of that guy messing up her day, and asked for a back rub – not too unusual for us, never sexual.
I absentmindedly obliged, more preoccupied with trying to decide where to go and who to hang out with that night without Nora. I was sitting behind her on the couch, rubbing her shoulders and back. She snapped my focus right back to her when she firmly took my hand, brought it down, and reached it around front into her yoga pants and underneath her panties. A jolt ran through me, and I froze. This was my best friend and I had lived with her now for three years, never a single hint of sexual activity between us. Nora took my fingers and used them to move deeper down past her landing strip, over her puffy clit, and started rubbing herself using my hand. Something seemed so forbidden and hot about this simple act that I basically instantly surged into rock-hard status.
Nora didn’t say a word. She was furiously masturbating using my hand. I took over and started rubbing circles on her clit, and she undulated her pelvis forward into my fingers. My hand found its way lower and my middle finger delved into her pussy, which turned out to be dripping wet.
She stopped and stood up suddenly from the couch. I thought that something was wrong – she didn’t like the way I touched her, maybe she realized that doing this with me would ruin our amazing platonic friendship. Nope. Her t-shirt hit me in the face, and she peeled off her skintight yoga pants. Small, perky handfuls of breast with puffy areolas. Darker than I imagined them being. But That Ass. Framed in a white thong which she had left on, it was a work of beauty. Even rounder than I had thought, I couldn’t resist grabbing it and squeezing with both hands. Nora didn’t kiss me, didn’t smile – she pushed me violently onto the couch.
I was lounging in gym shorts, which she quickly slid off along with my underwear, flipping my dick up in the process. She was moving fast now, like she was possessed. She bent over and grabbed my penis, gently sliding her hand over it a few times while she bit her bottom lip. I had seen her bite her lip like that with guys she flirted with, but never me. Suddenly she was moving again, stepping up onto the couch with my dick still in her right hand. She pulled her thong aside with her left hand and started squatting down on my lap, using her right hand to tease her clit with my head for a bit. Then she pointed my shaft back a little and effortlessly slid it into her vagina. She was so soaking wet that I was instantly in to the hilt. I reached around and firmly planted both hands on that amazing ass as it started quickly moving up and down. I laughed a little as I realized we were having what we both usually referred to as “movie sex” – seconds of foreplay that led straight to penetration.
She was possessed, in a fugue state. I had never been fucked so hard. Her pussy was small; I could feel the tip of my dick jamming against her cervix when she bottomed out on me. She was squatting on me over and over, and eventually moved her legs back, pulled me closer in, and started riding me again. My hands remained firmly positioned on that amazing ass.
I could tell she was getting close when she started thrusting forward her hips and letting out that familiar whining moan that I had heard through my bedroom wall. She slowed down her gyrations and collapsed on me. I hadn’t come yet but was just about to explode. I used my hands’ leverage on her ass cheeks to move her pelvis up and down on my cock, just a little, until I slipped over the edge and exploded into her. Something about the novelty of Nora being such a familiar person and the suddenness of the whole situation made it an incredibly intense orgasm.
Nora laid forward on me, limp, still sitting in my lap, for a minute. I wasn’t wearing a condom but knew she had an IUD. I wondered what did this mean for us – were things going to get weird? Nora sat up, used her shirt to wipe up my dripping cum, and said “Thanks.” She walked into her bedroom and closed the door. I was totally drained. What had just happened? I didn’t feel used at having been the subject of a sexual force of nature, just lazily satisfied. Nora stayed in her bedroom and went to sleep, and I went to mine.
The next day was Saturday, and we went to brunch with some friends. Nora didn’t act any differently than normal. On the ride back home, she finally acknowledged what had happened and said “Thanks for being there last night. I needed to vent. That’s all.” We never kissed, never had sex again, and still never had any sort of romantic entanglement. I moved out two years later when I got my PhD and moved to a different city, and now we’re both married to other people. We’re still friends and stay in touch a few times per year. But that raw jolt of sexual energy still stays with me today.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/4iv6mt/the_time_my_best_friend_and_roommate_jumped_me
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