I brought my friend home last night. [FM]

We met up earlier in the day. I was actually out on a first date that was floundering pretty badly. The guy was too quiet and there was zero chemistry. We were at a bar for a party and a concert, super laid back and it was still uncomfortable. I could tell he wasn’t into it. And I wasn’t into him. Then, luckily, my good friend walked up to us. We’ll call him Chris. He chatted with us for a bit before this guy decided he wanted to leave. So off went the boring guy, and I breathed a sigh of relief of being saved from that horribly awkward situation. So now I got to spend the afternoon with my good friend.

We drank a bit, stayed for a few hours, ran into other friends. It was a pretty great evening. We’re both avid bikers and biked to the bar; separately. When the show was over fairly early in the evening, Chris and I hopped on our saddles and ventured onto the next place.

He’s a hilarious guy. And we’d been hanging out a lot more recently, though I’ve known him for quite a few years. But lately we’ve been getting together every weekend. Whether going out to a bar or a house party, or him coming over to play video games or even grabbing dinner. But just friends, not even so much as a flirt.

Well, last night we both got a little drunk and I invited him back over after bar close to hang out for a bit, thinking nothing of it. We had just been having such a great day and were wide awake. So we came back to my apartment, at bar close, my roommate was home but asleep. To be respectful, we didn’t go into the living room because we didn’t want to wake him, so we just hung out in my room. I put on some music and we sat side by side in my bed and smoked a bowl. Chatting. Laughing. Having a great time.

He confessed to me he was too drunk and high to ride his bike home and asked if he could crash, to which I told him would be completely fine. Then he asked where he should sleep. I told him wherever he felt comfortable was okay with me. Obviously at this point, I wanted him to stay in my bed. Because though I’d never thought of him sexually, suddenly with all the alcohol and weed, all I wanted was to sleep with him. He climbed under the covers, told me he was comfortable right where he was. I turned to shut off the light and then laid back down facing him.

Our faces were inches apart. I could feel his warm breath on my cheeks. I inched closer to him, slowly. I didn’t know if I should make a move. I didn’t know if he wanted me in that moment as much as I wanted him. Then his hand moved to my hip, and curved around to grab my ass, thus answering the question going around in my mind. Our lips met, gentle at the first kiss, but instantly turning up the intensity. He was an amazing kisser. Our tongues wrapped around one another’s, each of us letting out soft little moans as our hands explored each other’s bodies, though still fully clothed. I slid my hand under his shirt, grabbing his back and pulling him into me. Then I traced it down to his ass and around to his crotch, grabbing his now incredibly hard cock. I unbuttoned his pants, as he did to me. We both slid them off then quickly whipped our shirts off as well. I unclasped my bra and his mouth was instantly sucking my nipple as soon as I slid it off. One hand cupping my other breast, the other playing with the slit of my pussy. I was so wet for him as I let him play with me. I reached down for his dick as he rubbed my clit. It was bigger than I had thought, and I wanted to suck him off so badly.

I slid my body down, massaging his thighs as I hovered above him. I took his head in my mouth, let my tongue twirl all around it. I lowered my head more. I couldn’t even fit all of him in my mouth, but I got his cock nice and sloppy and I could feel him tensing up, moaning and telling me how great I was as I sucked him off, my hand at the base of his shaft matching the same rhythm. But he didn’t let me keep going for very long. He told me to get on top. He couldn’t wait any longer and wanted to fuck me. I happily climbed over him, rubbing his head against my clit to tease him as he grabbed my tits and played with my nipples. As I lowered myself onto him, I let out a whimper. He felt so fucking good. I started grinding my hips on him as he pulled my body down against his. He liked it rough. And fast. Just like I do. Our rhythm was perfect as he pounded me and I moved my hips with him. I couldn’t control it and let myself cry out, telling him to fuck me harder, pushing my hands against the wall, my tits in his face. We were being so loud and so rough. We completely forgot about my roommate, who I’m sure at this point had to have woken up and overheard us. I wanted to switch positions, but at the same time he felt too good to stop. So I sat back up, leaned my body back, my hands on his shins. He moved my hips back and forth, faster and faster until I could feel myself getting close. He sensed I was about to cum, and he moved one hand to my pussy, his thumb rubbing my clit which sent me over the edge and I caved to the intense orgasm he gave me. I collapsed back forward, short of breath, but he didn’t stop. He kept fucking me until I was crying out in ecstasy. He wanted me to keep cumming for him. And he got to decide when to let me stop.

Finally he did, and I rolled of of him, but he flipped me onto my stomach. Told me he wanted me just like that. So I raised my ass for him. Spread my legs. He went down on me first, his tongue lightly swirling around my clit. He then backed up, grabbed my ass with both hands and spread my cheeks. Spanked me lightly. And I told him to do it harder. So he did again. I still wanted it harder. His hand wrapped around my throat, he told me he’d fuck me plenty hard. He entered me forcefully, his hand moving from my throat to my hair, tugging it back as he aggressively fucked me. I wanted to cum again for him, and wanted him to cum for me. I begged for him to. Telling him to shoot his load all over my ass. I reached underneath to play with his balls as he said he was about to cum. And he did; so hard. He was loud, moaning as I felt his hot load over my ass and back. I couldn’t believe how amazing he was.

He cleaned me off and we laid there together, talking about how hot one another was, and how fucking one another has never crossed our minds but we were really glad this happened. We both dozed off for a bit, but woke a little later. And fucked again.

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