My deets: I’m 20, 5″7 and I mostly wear a size 2 or 4. My bust size is 32C and I have brown almost black shoulder length hair and brown eyes on a wide friendly face. If you wanna see a picture of my backside, check out my other story.
And if you want to skip the non sex parts, head down until you see the asterisks.
About two weeks ago, my Friday night was supposed to be a quiet one. My friend Mary was coming over to hang out and I was very excited to spend some time with her since she’s from out of town. See, my relationship with Mary is a little strange. Allow me to set the stage: towards the end of high school, I was dating this guy named Ron who was extremely attractive but also had strong Christian faith. He had pledged abstinence at his church but we ended up having sex a few times despite his pledge. He felt extremely guilty about this and a few days before he went away to some sort of Bible camp, we broke up. At that camp he met Mary. They connected instantly and has been going out ever since. Mary was from a different city but after high school Ron followed her to college and they actually got engaged about six months ago.
Mary had come down to my hometown a few times a year over the past few years and as Ron and I were still friends, we all ended up hanging out together. I’ve always had a bit of a weird vibe from Mary, which I chalked up to the fact that I had seen Ron’s dick and she hadn’t (both had confided in me that they were waiting for marriage to have sex and Ron has even complained to me that Mary wasn’t up for much more than the occasional over the clothes action). Still, she was super cool and warm and friendly and we had become pretty close, even texting often.
Both are off of school now for the summer and Mary had come home with Ron for a week to spend some time with his family before going back to her hometown. We had gotten a chance to hang out a few nights leading up to the particular Friday. While both Ron and Mary are very fundamentalist Christians, Mary’s parents are ex-hippies that found a church where the pastor espoused that recreational drugs aren’t the tool of the devil. Ron has always been happy to smoke some weed as well and the three of us spent an enjoyable evening smoking some good weed and hanging out. Towards the end of the night, Ron mentioned that he had a men’s only revival at his church on Friday night and Mary asked me if she could hang with me. I was happy to get some one on one time with this cool cat.
Mary and I texted about catching a movie and some dinner but money is a little tight for me, so I suggested she just come over and just hang out. I knew my roommate was going away for the holiday weekend so I figured having the apartment to ourselves would allow us to chill. Mary promised to bring over some good stuff.
Friday night rolled around and Mary showed up promptly at 6, dressed in a black high waisted pleated skirt that came just below her knees and a pretty lime top with a modest neckline and three quarter length sleeves. Mary is Hispanic, a few inches shorter than my 5”7 and thicker, although even in her always modest clothing you can see she has a nice hourglass figure, which she always highlights with colorful belts. Her black hair was pulled back in a loose ponytail and she gave me a wide smile when I answered the door in a pair of khakis and an oversized t-shirt.
“You weren’t working today, were you?” she asked. I shook my head no. “Do you normally wear that when you are hanging out in your own house?” she asked with a laugh. Then she added, “I’m your guest but you don’t have to dress up for me. Wear what’s comfortable!”
It had been pretty hot that day and even with the air conditioner and the fan running, the living room was a little stuffy so I took the hint and changed back into my pink running shorts and an old tank top that said “not a bitch” on it that I had bought at Hot Topic or some place like that back in high school. Mary laughed at the shirt.
We settled down on the sofa and Mary cracked up the bottle of wine she had brought and i grabbed some plates for the Chinese food. I ‘casted a movie to the TV that we had discussed watching, The Longest Ride. I’m obsessed with Scott Eastwood and she said she really liked Britt Robertson from some show she was on. It’s a pretty good movie too for you romance lovers out there (probably not many reading this but just saying…). Anyway, when a super hot sex scene came up, Mary let out an audible gasp. By this point, we were mostly done with the bottle of wine, and I felt a little embarrassed and paused the movie.
“Sorry, I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable,” I said.
Mary smiled at me, her hazel eyes dancing. “No, it’s just that she, well, THEY both look so hot! Don’t stop it now!”
I laughed and hit play and we continued watching. Unfortunately about ten minutes later my wifi cut out, something that unfortunately happens from time to time due to the fact that I piggie-back on someone’s (unprotected) wi-fi, who sometimes turns it off when they aren’t using it. “Shit,” I said.
“I have plenty of data, we can watch it on my phone,” Mary suggested.
“Good idea, do you have chromecast on your phone?”
Mary frowned and held up her phone. “No, it’s an iPhone. But just come close and we can finish the movie.”
I complied and she held the phone, putting her leg up on the coffee table to hold the phone in place. I noticed that her skirt slid down to reveal a brown muscular thigh. We sat shoulder to shoulder and I even put my arm around Mary to get a little more comfortable. I assumed it was my imagination, but it seemed like Mary’s breathing got a little heavier when I did.
We finished the movie and Mary put down her phone, tucking her legs under herself, and smoothing out her skirt, but not moving away. “Great movie! Super cute cast too.”
I agreed and we get to talking. It felt very comfortable pressed up against her. She smelled of lavender and vanilla and I enjoyed the contact with a person I really enjoyed being around. After a little bit, I finally muster up the courage to ask her something that had been bothering me. “Mary, I’m sorry if this is a little rude, but sometimes I get this weird vibe from you, which always seems to be when anyone’s talking about sex or anything. If you are upset that I slept with Ron, I’m really sorry. I really regret it but it’s 100% obvious to not only me but anyone that knows us that he is totally into you and has no interest in me anymore. Which I don’t really blame. You are prettier than me, smarter than me, and much more religiously like him. So not only am I not jealous since I really like both of you I am really happy that you two are together.” My rant over, I blushed and grabbed my glass and chugged the rest of the wine in it.
Mary looked at me, our eyes maybe a six inches away from each other, and laughed. “You think I’m jealous that you slept with Ron? That’s not accurate. I’m jealous that Ron slept with you!” She put her hand on mine. “And thank you for the compliments. I think you are very pretty and very much a wonderful person so don’t sell yourself short.”
A connection missed the mark in my brain. “Huh?” I sputtered.
Mary leaned closer to me. “I mean, I have a bit of a crush on you, silly.”
I leaned back, my eyes wide and held up my hands. “Wait a second. A crush on me?” Mary nodded. “But you are engaged. And super religious?”
Mary laughed again. “Listen, I adore Ron. He is a great guy and I think we’ll have a great life together. But I am not that into guys, you know? And my strong faith in Jesus Christ and his teachings have told me that I need to get married and have a big Christian family. So I’m engaged to a great guy who I care deeply for. But if you think I’m looking forward to sex, well” Mary grimaced.
“So wait, you like girls?” I practically shrieked. Mary nodded solemnly. My brain played catchup. “Have you ever been with one?” Mary nodded again. “But isn’t that like against your religion.”
Mary gave me a big smile. “See the Bible is pretty clear that a man can’t sleep with another man. Never says anything about women. Maybe that’s an oversight, but yes, I have been intimate with another woman.” Mary moved even closer to me now. “I’m just saying, you are a great person and if you were interested, I would be too. Have you ever been with another woman?”
I shook my head. But here’s the funny thing. It had been on my mind. In the recent days I had had several conversations with different people about my feelings about having sex with other women. It had never really been a topic I had thought long about, since I like the feel of a man inside me. But during a particular deep dive, I had admitted to one person that if I was ever going to sleep with another woman, Mary would be my choice. So I told her as much.
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Mary’s mouth opened as I explained this to her, and I could hear her breathing quicken. “Do you want to try kissing me? And see what it’s like?” I could feel my heart pounding as I hesitated and then nodded slowly. Mary leaned in and our lips touched, an electrical spark shooting down my spine. I felt her tongue push against mine. We kissed for a few moments and Mary broke away.
“So?”
“That was nice,” I said, out of breath. “You are a good kisser.”
Mary leaned back in and we kissed some more. I felt her arm move to my shoulder and she pulled me a little closer. Her hand began rubbing my back and her other arm encircled me too. I followed her lead. Mary began kissing me on my jaw line and moved down to my neck. She moved my t-shirt off my neck and kissed my neck and gave it a lick. I felt myself begin to get wet and moaned with pleasure.
Mary tugged at the bottom of my t-shirt and I automatically lifted my arms. She pulled it off over my head, wiping my hair of my face and kissed me more, her hands touching my bare breasts and stomach since I didn’t have a bra on. “Lie down,” she commanded as she broke off our kiss.
I did as I was told and lay down on the sofa. She kissed my shoulders and neck more and then started kissing and licking my breasts and nipples. I gasped as my nipples hardened. Mary worked her way down my body before she came to the waistband of my shorts. I lifted my hips automatically and she slid my short and underwear off deftly. Then she put her mouth to my wet vagina. She began to give very light flicks and rubs with her tongue to my clit. After a minute or two, she slipped a finger into me and I inhaled sharply. I hadn’t been this wet this quickly in forever. Mary moved her fingers around my vagina until she found my g-spot, pressing down when i elevated my hips at her finger’s touch. She started to apply a little more pressure on my clit now and this really got me going. I brought both of my hands and buried them in her hair and pushed her into me even more. I could feel my thighs quiver as her tongue slowly moved around my clit and her fingers continued to press inside me. Mary reached up with her left hand and fondled my breasts to play with breasts. I was close, my hips rose with more force and my hands gripped the back of Mary’s head. Her tongue began flicking me quickly, her fingers moving in and out. I cried out and she went quicker. I could feel the pressure build inside of me. My hips bucked and she stayed with me, and lightly nibbled on my clit. The waves of my orgasm hit hard and i cried out with pleasure, my whole body feeling light and free. Mary slowly removed her fingers and grinned at me from between my legs.
“How was that?”
“Amazing,” i gasped.
“Better than any guy, right?”
“Definitely the best oral I ever had, “I replied not exactly answering her question.
Mary came up between my legs, the feel of her smooth skin against mine sending jolts of electricity through me. She kissed me hard, the taste of my vagina strong on her lips. I kissed back and she moved my hands to her blouse and we took it off together. She unclasped her bra and pulled it off.
I explored her body with my fingers and lips, trying out the different sensation. Mary moaned and pushed my head slowly down her body. But I resisted and shook my head.
“I’m not ready.”
Mary cocked her head and nodded. “At least lie with me, naked.” We stood up and Mary took the rest of her clothes off and we kissed some more, Mary’s tongue hard in my mouth.
We gathered our clothes and made our way back to my bedroom, where we laid together, whispering and giggling like co-conspirators and enjoying the feel of each other’s bodies until we drifted off to sleep.
I was dreaming that I was being fucked by a man with a tiny dick when I realized that no, a finger was sliding around in my wet vagina. I came awake and Mary was propped on her shoulder, staring at me as she finger banged me.
“About time,” she said and leaned into me to kiss. I returned her kisses and slid my own fingers down her body, feeling her full breasts, her soft stomach. She inhaled as I crossed her lower stomach and ran my finger over her short pubic hair.
“Stop teasing me,” she moaned. I slid two fingers into her silky vagina. Mary moaned and kissed me and then repositioned her body so that our vaginas were just inches apart. I matched the movements of her fingers and her hip thrusts, which caused our vaginas to just barely touch. Mary began to pick up speed.
“Lord that feels so good,” she gasped. “Just make me come.” I leaned over her and took one nipple on my mouth. I let me my tongue swirl around it until it was hard than grabbed it with my teeth and pulled lightly. Mary cried out again. “Oh that’s so good!” I repeated on her other nipple, my fingers pumping inside her and she pressed hard against them, her orgasm hitting. She slipped off her elbow into me and cried out into my chest, her hips spasming, my fingers soaked with her juices.
Mary sighed contently and snuggled close to me. “I’ve been waiting for that,” she said sleepily and I put my arms around her and we went back to sleep, satisfied in a way I hadn’t felt before.
PS: If any nerds are going to say, well yes, you can use chromecast with an iphone, I’ve figured that out later. Whether Mary knew that too or didn’t is irrelevant. She obviously wanted to snuggle up.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/4njkv6/sex_with_my_exboyfriends_super_religious_fiancee
Christ this was hot.