Lucas and I had been long-distance friends for four years at this point, having been introduced online by a mutual friend. Over the years we grew very close emotionally, and shared every intimate detail of our lives. This weekend was the highlight of our friendship, and the only times we ever had sex together.
See [this](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/5rp77c/mf_our_longdistance_friendship_led_to/) post to find descriptions, and to read about our first night together.
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I woke up with my head on his chest and his arm around me, holding me tight. It was perfect. I mean, I’ve slept next to people before, but I usually need my space. We snuggle until I’m sleepy, at which point I roll over and find some elbow room. It’s not very romantic – but this wake-up definitely was! I was oddly satisfied to wake up in his arms, as if it proved our compatibility. I could hear his heartbeat.
I stirred, then he stirred, and we blinked at each other with a smile.
“I definitely didn’t get enough sleep,” I grumbled. That second round last night had gone way too late. I’m sure my morning croaking was attractive.
He closed his eyes again. “Me neither. What time is it?”
The clock was on my nightstand. “It’s almost eight.” I started drawing circles with my finger on his bare chest. Everything was softly lit with the morning light through white curtains.
I didn’t feel like moving, so I pulled the duvet back up to my chin and nuzzled closer to him, leaning up to kiss his jaw. He gripped my waist tighter, and I draped a leg over one of his.
“When do you have to be at the concert hall?” I murmured, since he hadn’t commented on the time. “Should you be getting ready?”
“Nah, I only have to be there by nine. Walking there should only take twenty minutes.”
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**He moved his hand** from my waist to rest on my hip, and I slid my foot up his leg. Using his other hand, he grabbed my knee and rolled me over onto my back, and in another motion straddled my hips. I was slightly surprised, but satisfied when he bent down for a kiss. While our lips met, he ran his hands down my ribcage, just barely grazing the sides of my breasts. His hands gripped my thin waist, and his thumbs brushed lightly over my stomach. It tickled, and I laughed against his mouth. I could feel him smiling, and I couldn’t help but squirm beneath him. The feathery touches were driving me wild, and he knew it.
“Do we have time for this?” I breathed out as he gently cupped each breast. I had to fight to use my brain, but it seemed like we’d been laying in bed at least ten minutes since I had checked the time, and he still had to get dressed for rehearsal.
His grin was mischievous as he made eye contact and lowered his mouth to a nipple. It got a wet, sloppy lick before he answered, “I’ve got something in mind.”
I didn’t. Everything fell out the back of my mind as he sucked on my nipple, rolling the other between his fingers. I was wet with anticipation before he even started to move down, and my hips were squirming under his weight. Finally he let up, knelt between my legs, and placed his hands on my hips. I spread my legs a little wider for him, but he was taking his time.
Lucas bent to kiss the crease at the top of my right thigh, then slowly passed over my mound to kiss the other side. I could feel his hot breath on my bare skin, and my hips twitched toward him. He ran his hands down my legs, scooping under my knees to bring them over his shoulders.
“Fuck, you’re wet…” he said breathily, experimentally sliding a finger along my slit. My hips twitched again, lifting to meet his touch. “You like what I do to you?” he asked, smugly.
“Mmmmm,” was my intelligent reply. I really, really liked what he did to me. Lucas knew exactly how to turn me on in the quickest ways possible. With one hand I fondled my breasts, and with the other I pulled his head in closer. Finally he dove in, and I immediately tensed up.
There hadn’t even been a lot of teasing, but it was done so perfectly that my clit was already throbbing under his touch. Adding a couple fingers was enough to send me over the edge, and my thighs clamped his head while I came. When my orgasm subsided he pulled his fingers out and licked them clean, then leaned over me to kiss. I reached up to pull myself closer while he supported himself over me, and I could taste myself on his lips.
“Thanks,” I said, kissing along his jaw and nipping an earlobe. “I wish there was time to repay the favour.”
Lucas stood up and went to grab his suit from where it hung in the closet. “It’s fine,” he said, looking at me as he pulled up his slacks. I eyed wistfully the slight bulge hiding there. He laughed at me. “Really, it’s fine. We had two rounds last night, and you just looked so sexy this morning that I knew I had to please you.” He shrugged into his white dress shirt and began to do up the buttons. I lounged in the tousled blankets as he pulled on his socks, then glanced in the mirror to comb his messy hair. We made eye contact in the mirror, and he turned to look at me.
“You look good,” I said.
He laughed. “I was going to say that about you!”
Finally he donned his dress shoes, and I knew he had to go. I got out of bed for one last kiss, padding naked across the room to slide my arms around his neck.
“See you after the show,” he whispered, then closed the door behind him.
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