From Best Friends to Lovers [MF] [long]

This tells the story of a first encounter with a woman I had a relationship with while Kay and I were on a break. It is long, but hopefully worth the build up!

Alicia and I hit it off immediately after her arrival to campus. She was a freshman and I was a junior, but she was possessed of a maturity that belied her age. She was from the Midwest, and had that Midwest Nice personality that made her fundamentally pleasant to be near. She was adventurous, always up for a bike ride in the woods or a jaunt into the city. She loved long hours spent in darkened rooms watching movies and noshing popcorn. She had big, brown eyes, plump, richly red lips, beautiful, brown hair that reached halfway down her back, a smile that lit me up every time I saw it, an infectious laugh, curves in all the right places…looking back, it is a wonder I didn’t jump her the first week.

It wasn’t long after her arrival to my university before we became friends. While most college kids I knew spent most of their days and nights seeking out booze and random hookups, I found myself spending more and more of my free time hanging out with Alicia and her roommate, wandering the city or the nearby countryside on various adventures. I just flat out enjoyed her company — even if I didn’t yet understand there was a potential romantic spark between us.

Finally, one spring evening, I found myself meandering down the hall toward her room. It was raining outside, shutting down most adventures, and it felt like a good night to stay indoors. I knocked on Alicia’s door and heard her familiar, friendly voice beckoning me to enter.

The room was dark except for a few strings of party lights that hung below her loft bed, suffusing the room with a soft glow. She jumped up from the futon beneath her loft bed to give me a hug. Alicia was by nature a very affectionate person, which I appreciated. She was dressed in a white t-shirt and candy cane-striped boxers. She looked really cute.

“Julie went to the other side of campus to spend the night with Paul (her boyfriend),” Alicia said. “Want to watch a movie?”

I said yes and plopped myself down on the futon beneath her bed. She put a movie in the combo TV/VCR (this was JUST before the advent of DVDs), and sat down next to me.

About an hour into the movie, my back, which not infrequently suffered from stiffness and spasms, began to act up. I knew from previous hangouts that Alicia had fantastic massage skills (she would later get a certificate in massage therapy), so I turned to her and asked if she would try to massage the stiffness out of my back. She happily agreed, and went to work while we watched the movie. About 10 minutes later, she stopped massaging and began to let her nails skate lightly across the skin of my back.

I sat, enjoying the sensation, and then realized my skin felt like it, in a pleasant way, was burning under her touch. I felt flushed, and then aroused, and thought to myself, “Oh my God, it feels incredible when she touches me.” Then I thought, “Oh my God, I WANT her. I. WANT. HER!”

“Alicia,” I half-stuttered. “Mmmm,” she replied, still watching the movie while absently rubbing my back.

Without turning around, I said, “Alicia, when you touch me, it feels like my skin is on fire…in a good way.”

Her hand stopped, and I heard her breath catch.

“Alicia,” I continued, “I…I’m going to turn around now, and I’m going to kiss you.”

The room went dead silent except for the sound of her heavy breathing. Then she spoke. “What are you waiting for?”

I turned around and stared briefly into her eyes, then grabbed either side of her head and brought our faces together. I kissed her gently on those plump, red lips, then kissed her more forcefully. Her lips opened to me, and I tasted her tongue as it tangled with mine. We began to make out vigorously, and I tasted her lips, tongue, ears, eyelids, and neck.

Our breathing quickened. She moaned as I nipped at and sucked on her neck. I didn’t care about leaving marks.

No, that’s not true. I wanted to leave marks. I wanted people to know she was mine, this awesome girl I had been friends with all year, that I was about to make my lover, that it had been me ardently kissing and tasting her, causing her to moan and gasp. I sucked hard on her neck, and she moaned loudly.

A moment later I pulled back and stared at her again. She looked back, and just said, “Uh huh.”

I reached for the bottom of her t-shirt and pulled it over her head. She was wearing a white, scalloped lace bra, and I was immediately enthralled. I kissed her hard again, then trailed kisses from the side of her neck to the top of her shoulder. I slipped my fingers beneath one bra strap and let it fall to her side. I repeated the process on the other side. Then, I traced loops on her bare skin from the side of her neck to the tops of her breasts. She moaned, and goosebumps formed on her skin. I saw her nipples jut through the lace fabric. I ran my fingers across the fabric, feeling the hard nubs of her nipples beneath the fabric. I loved the coarse feel of the fabric and the feeling of her nipples just beneath it, and even better I loved the noises issuing from her lips.

I grabbed each breast and lifted it out of the cups of the bra, then lowered my head to her breasts, sucking in first one nipple and then the other. I loved the rough feel of her hardened nipples against my lips and tongue. I sucked harder and grazed them with my teeth.

She moaned loudly and ran her fingers through my hair. “Oh, God,” she breathed, that feels so good.” She ran her fingers through my hair and moaned more. I unhooked her bra, let it fall to the floor, and took hold of one breast in each hand. I reveled in the feel of her smooth, hot skin under my fingertips. I tweaked both nipples, eliciting a yelp.

I then took her by the hands and stood her up. I looked at her lustfully, then bent over, grabbed the futon, and pulled it out to its bed form. I didn’t want to wait to find out whether we would fit between the loft bed and the ceiling. I pushed her backward into the futon, stripped off my shirt and pants, and jumped onto the bed with her. I kissed her hard again, grabbing her ass, relishing the firm curves beneath my hands.

I pulled her to me, then trailed kisses down the length of her body to her candy cane-striped boxers. I had always found it cute and kind of sexy that she often lounged around in boxers, especially the way they hugged her ass. I peeled them off of her, to find her wearing a little pair of white, cotton string bikini panties with blue flowers on them. I looked up the length of her body and met her gaze. Lord, how I wanted her.

I slid back up to her, kissed her, and placed a hand between her thighs. I slowly traced patterns up the inside of her left thigh, and heard her groan as my fingers wandered closer to her center. I could feel and smell heat, moisture, and arousal. I placed my hand over her center, and dear God, her lips were swollen, such that I could feel them easily from behind the cotton. She groaned again and opened her legs more.

I slid a finger to the edge of the side of her panties, and she whispered, “Please!” I slipped a finger beneath her panties and slid it between the lips of her pussy, then slowly slipped it inside her. She felt heavenly. Slowly, ever so slowly, I slid my finger in and out of her. She was so wet, and she almost instantly pushed back against my finger, driving it more deeply inside of her.

I plunged a second finger inside of her and mimicked the movements of fucking her. She moaned and groaned and gasped, and it wasn’t long before my fingers were soaked. I pounded my fingers in and out of her, until she looked at me and said, “Enough. I need YOU inside me.” I hesitated, and she, recognizing the query on my face, laughed and said, “I’ve been on birth control since I was 17.”

I pushed my own boxers off, yanked her panties down, and dove back to her. She opened her legs wide, and I positioned myself at the gaping opening between her pussy’s lips. I pushed myself inside her, and quickly slipped all the way inside her. She was hot, and wet, and silky, and it was astonishingly good. She groaned aloud as I penetrated her, and again as I began to move within her.

She let her legs splay out wide as I pulled back, plunged deep, then repeated that progression again and again. I could feel every ripple inside her pulse against my skin, and I lost myself in the feeling. At some point, I vaguely noticed her hands clutching my back, her nails scraping against and impaling my skin. She moaned and groaned and screamed as we moved together, and those sounds combined with the vision of her legs flailing in the air as I pounded her with growing intensity, drove me wild.

We lost ourselves in each other, all sweat and grunting and groaning and sliding, and it was glorious. I fucked Alicia with everything I had to give, until I felt her tightening around me. She began to yell incomprehensibly, and then started with “OhGodOhGodOhGodOhGod, OH GOD!!!,” and then I felt myself tip over the edge, and I slammed myself into her as I came three, four, five times.

We collapsed against each other, covered in sweat and cum and satisfaction. We lay panting and silent for several minutes. Finally, she rolled toward me, grinned and said, “When you knocked on the door…I was fingering myself fantasizing about you.”

I smiled. I had just found a fantastic lover in a good friend. It was going to be a lot of fun to explore with her.

More to come.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/5zf13b/from_best_friends_to_lovers_mf_long