Friday Night Drinks [MF]

My fiancé and I met when we were 15, kissed, and thought that would be the end of it. We would never come across each other again. Turns out that we met again when we were both 18, and stayed together from that day onwards.

For the next seven years we were soulmates. We became so engrossed in each other’s lives that her nieces and nephews were mine as well. So much so that we were chosen to be one of her nephew’s god parents (despite being not even remotely religious).

I loved her family as well. Except one of her sisters. She was a pain in the ass. There was a time that we lived with her, and she was THE WORST. As in, the kind of housemate that you would just want to kick the ass of. Never did her own dishes, never cleaned when it was her turn, and never even tidied the goddamn bathroom. The worst.

After all that, we moved into our own place and looked forward to the future. That is, until we found out we were living with a brain tumour.
In the end, it was over pretty quickly. I never, ever, thought I would bury the love of my life. But that is exactly what I ended up doing.

The first few months were tough, but eventually I got back into the swing of things. I moved back in with my parents for a while until I could settle myself back into a routine. Then I started seeing her family again. I missed my nieces and nephews, and they missed me. We started spending time together again, and soon enough it was like old times. With an obvious difference.

One afternoon, whilst I was babysitting my nieces and nephews the worst roommate ever decided to come around as well. Her name was actually Ella, in case you were wondering. She thought her sister would be home, and was more than a little surprised to see me sitting on the couch doing a puzzle with the kids. We made the best of it, as our relationship had been salty ever since living together ended sourly. Eventually everyone had come home and we were preparing dinner for everyone. I had intended to head home from there (I had my own place again now) but eating alone is never as fun as eating with company, so I stayed for dinner.

Afterwards I drove home to my dark house and thought nothing of it. I woke up at about 2am to my phone flashing with a new text. It was Ella. She had clearly kicked on for a little bit and just “wanted to let me know she was glad I was still in their lives”. I was thinking that it was a strange thing to send at 2am, and promptly went back to sleep.

A few weeks went by and I was asked if I could come over pretty urgently (on a Sunday afternoon) to watch the kids as something had come up and they needed to duck out. I said yes and drove over soon after. The kids were having a ball. It was a warm afternoon, so we were all playing in the back yard and just mucking around, when guess who should just show up again? This time her reason was that she had, “clearly been asked to come over ASAP”, and was just 2-3 hours late (fucking typical). She was dressed like she had already been out. She was in a tight tank, denim shorts and had left her shoes somewhere inside. Ella was about 5 foot 9, and pretty slender. She had massive breasts for her frame as well, and the family were blessed with phenomenal asses all around. She was attractive in a pixie-ish sort of way. Me on the other hand; I’m 6’ exactly, with a reasonably athletic frame. This of course makes me the walking jungle gym for the kids, and gives me chance to throw them around in the way they love.

Whilst making the requisite small talk with Ella about her life, and job and everything like that, she was directing the conversation towards my dating life (non-existent) and whether I was having any fun on the side (I wasn’t). She even then asked me if I had thought about moving on (I hadn’t). This had my mind reeling when I was driving home, and thinking back to the 2am text message. I was hoping for a follow-up 2 am message. Didn’t even have to go to sleep before I got one. She asked me if I wanted to go for drinks with her and some work colleagues the following Friday to end the work week. I work in operations so usually work late on Friday’s fixing everyone else’s fuck-ups, so am desperate for a drink come beer o’clock. I asked where, got the name of a random bar I’d never heard of and planned to go along. It would be a good chance to meet new people and get myself out a bit more.

Having trudged through another week, I drove straight from work to the bar, found a park, grabbed a pint and wandered around to find Ella et al. I was introduced to her friends, some of who were pretty smoking, but a few really funny ones. There was also a really awesome dude there too who I struck an instant bro bond with (sorry, tangent). An hour or so passed and my pint had emptied and I was in two minds as to whether I wanted another and leave my car overnight, or call it a night and head home. I heard Ella ask me if I wanted another drink as she was heading to bar, and for the first time that night, I noticed how she was looking. She was in skinny jeans, a very fitted t-shirt and a black leather jacket. Her make-up was still perfect and her eyes were just popping. She was looking at me intently, almost as if she would be disappointed if I didn’t stay. After that, I couldn’t say no. Three pints later though, it was time for me to go home. Ella and I lived near enough to each other, and the awesome dude lived a few streets away as well so we shared a cab home. We dropped Ella off first, then awesome dude, and then I get a panicked phone call. “Is my purse in the cab?”… ummm, do I look like I know that off the top of my head? I had a look and did find it. I let her know I would drop it off when I got my car in the morning. She seemed OK with that and I called it a night.

Maybe an hour later I get a knock on my door. Surprise surprise, it’s Ella. She smiles as I open the door and apologises for coming so late. She tells me that her “whole life is in that purse” and says that she would prefer to get it now. As she walks into my house to grab it and notices my TV on pause and asks what I had been watching. I politely told her (in that will you get out of my fucking house now way), and asked if she liked the show (she did) and if she wanted a tea or coffee and we could finish it together (she did). She should have said no like anyone else would have, but now I had to follow through. So there we were, sitting there late at night, alone, tipsy from a fun night with her work friends, and with each other on a pretence that is too clichéd for porn.

About maybe 10 minutes later she goes to the bathroom and my head is swimming with the realisation that she has been hitting on me outrageously obviously and I’m too thick to notice. She comes back and sits very close to me. I toss a blanket over both of us as my house gets cold at night and she settles in. Eventually the episode ends and I think that that will be it. She will go home now. Then she tells me that she was pretty stupid and had walked over earlier, and didn’t want to walk back. As I looked back at her, now standing, all I could see was her big, round, blue/green eyes, and found myself having an overwhelming urge to kiss her. So I did.
As I leant in, I was thinking “What the fuck are you doing you fucking idiot?” However, she kissed back (phew). I had never in a million years thought this would happen. We continued to kiss for a minute or two. She eventually slowed, stopped and asked if it was alright if we continued. Not even sure I responded, of course it was. We began kissing again, I slowly traced my hand around the arch of her back. Slipping my hand under her clothes, feeling her bare skin for the first time. I trace my fingers softly upwards along her back, over her bra strap, and then back down. At this point I had a raging hard on and she would have had to be stupid not to have noticed. I was hoping that this was going where I thought it was as I moved my hand around to her stomach and began to lift her top up. She did not even hesitate in lifting her arms and allowing me to expose her boobs. At this point I was going to go for it all, we had already crossed that imaginary line, there was no going back. Kissing her again, I moved my hand solidly up her stomach and grabbed her breasts in my hand. Yup, as good as I thought it would be. She let out a soft whimper and bit down on my lip a little, letting me know she was enjoying this as much as I was. Next thing I remember was me squeezing her ass under her jeans. Again, as good as I’d hoped it would be.

Eventually we moved into my bedroom, with us both in only our underwear. Hers a matching set (so she had definitely planned this) and mine just my regular weekday boxers (I had most definitely not planned this). Ella then became slightly aggressive, pushing me down onto my own bed, mounting me and now quite roughly groping me. I unhooked her bra, finally exposing her and rolling Ella over and finally getting her naked. She had a shaved pussy with a small patch right about her clit. I ran my hand down her stomach, via a light pinch of her nipples, to her mound. She was sopping wet. I delicately inserted one finger, then two, whilst rubbing her clit with my thumb. I was getting some positive feedback so kept going, sucking her nipple into my mouth, hearing a louder moan, nearly overwhelming myself in process. All I wanted to do right now was fuck Ella. It had to happen. Not long after this was running through my head Ella asked me to stop and to take off my boxers. There was a moment shyness from me, quickly over once she had grabbed my cock with her hand and began stroking me. Oh shit this was going to happen. There was the first sign of hesitation from Ella for the entire night as she was in two minds as to take me into her mouth, or just jump me right in that moment. Luckily for me, I was going to be on the receiving end of one of the best blowjobs of my life. The perfect amount of hand movement, head movement and saliva. I was in agony trying desperately not to lose my load right then and there. I had to make it stop or I would have exploded into her mouth. At this point she was also almost begging for me to fuck her.
Sliding myself into her, I was in ecstasy. Thrusting slowly at first it was quite intimate. More than I would have thought I was capable of after pretty much hating this woman for 5 years. For the longest time it was just the two of us, like nothing had ever been between us and there was nothing to come.
Eventually, it was time for me to ramp it up and I began grinding my hips harder into her. I forcibly moved her legs around so that they were positioned correctly and she began moaning loudly. Eventually she whimpers, “oh my god! I am going to cum.” Exactly what I wanted to hear. Moving faster now, grabbing her ass to help her along, I start to feel the contractions of her wet pussy around my cock. Historically this feeling has almost always pushed me over the edge, and I felt myself getting to that limit again. I didn’t have much time left at all. I kissed her deeply as she was finishing her orgasm and said, “I’m going to cum.” Her quick response was, “come all over my stomach.” Sure. Why the fuck not?
That was enough, I was cooked, beyond the point of no return and ramming in my last few strokes before unleashing myself. I pulled out and to my surprise she was grabbing for my cock. Happily allowing her as I swung my head back, I exploded my first rope over Ella. I swear it must have passed her nipples as when I came to, Ella had my cum all over her chest and stomach.
We kissed again and she went to the bathroom to clean up. My head was swimming and it was now early morning and the alcohol had almost completely warn off. I still couldn’t believe what had just happened. To be fair, I still can’t.

Once we had woken up I went and got my car and drove back home and found Ella had let herself out. I was actually relieved, I had avoided that awkward conversation that was undoubtedly coming.
It did eventually happen though, and we agreed that no one would ever know what happened between us. However, it was not the last time that we hooked up. No one ever knew a thing.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/57k9vl/friday_night_drinks_mf