Getting a blowjob from the girl I hate [MF]

So this is the story of Marie, the long time best friend of my friend Sharon. Also important to the story is Sharon was dating my best friend Justin at the time. So two pairs of best friends.

Before I ever met Marie, I always thought she was extremely hot based on Facebook photos… tall, blonde, thin… always dressed really nice. Eventually in college I built up the courage to comment on one of her photos (tagged with Sharon) with a joke. I got the best response imaginable (“lmfaooooo”). After that we added each other, with more playfully teasing comments ensuing.

I was feeling pretty good about the situation until one time she responded with: “Do you not have anything better to do than comment on all my pics?” Needless to say it felt pretty harsh, especially since it was done publicly. Channeling my inner 16 year old girl I removed her as a friend and fumed about it the next couple of days. Fuck her.

Fast forward a couple months and I’m back home for break, same town as Marie and Sharon. Justin and I are staying at my dad’s house for the summer. The first day we’re back Sharon invites both of us to come see a middle school play… starring Marie’s little sister.

Justin wants to go and after some convincing, I agree to go as well. Sharon is my friend after all and I hadn’t seen her in a while… and who doesn’t like uncomfortable situations? We get there and in the distance I can see Sharon standing next to a girl with bright, blonde hair. My heart is pounding in my throat as we get closer. I’m already awkward enough meeting hot girls, let alone those I have weird beef with.

We get there and I hug Sharon, talking to her and basically ignoring Marie the first 20 seconds or so. Justin uses that as his cue to say hi to Marie (they had already hung out a few times). Finally I turn to her and offer my hand.

“Hey,” I say chuckling uncomfortably. “Nice to finally meet you.”
“Yeah… you too,” she says with a hint of sarcasm shaking my hand. She pauses for a second. “You’re tall.”
“Thanks. I guess”

***

Not much else worth noting happens afterward. I go home and Justin leaves with them. Later that night he texts me saying Sharon and a bunch of her friends are going to a strip club, since they’re all under 21 but wanted to go out. He offered to pick me up in an hour. I ask if Marie is going. “Yeah,” he responds. “She’ll ride with us.”

Cool. For the fun of it, I decided to wear the most absurd outfit I could think of: flip flops, silk pajamas, long sleeve thermal and a powder blue Armani exchange vest, complimented with a “Dumbledore’s Army” necklace. Probably had some wristbands and a few rings on too, but that was my baseline ridiculousness (this was during my wannabe Pickup Artist peacocking days).

I get the text and head outside. I greet everybody one by one until she’s the only unacknowledged one left. “Marie,” I nod. “… always a pleasure.” Justin and Sharon burst out laughing. She smiles too and rolls her eyes at me.

We get to this shady ass club and sit close to the dancers. Somehow Marie and I end up at the front two seats, across from each other. We didn’t have a whole lot of direct communication that night, but there was a lot of interacting within the context of group discussion… she laughed at a lot of my jokes, agreed on observations, etc. We even made some recurring/inside jokes.

At one point a stripper comes on stage and, upon taking off her underwear, Marie and both notice she has bits and pieces of toilet paper on the front. We look at each other, silently acknowledging the hilarity of the situation. We both start giggling and she leans across the table.

“Oh my God I feel so bad, that’s so awkward!”
“Yeah but at least we know she wipes”

She falls back in her chair cracking up. I’m feeling pretty good about this.

***

The next night Justin comes into my room asking me to come to Sharon’s house, so he can meet her parents (more background: her family is relatively conservative and wouldn’t be cool with him, some random white guy, coming over alone; on the contrary we’ve been family friends for years, same cultural background and her mom knows/loves me). Being the awesome wingman that I am I say sure.

We get ready (this time in normal clothing) and head over. The mom greets us, I give my kisses hello and silently enjoy Justin’s agony making small talk. After a while she relents and tells us the “girls” are downstairs.

And what do you know, there’s Marie.

I turn towards Justin. “What the fuck,” I say smirking. “You said she wasn’t going to be here.”
“Very funny. Don’t be an asshole,” Sharon says as she gets up to give us hugs.
“Me? He’s the asshole!”
Marie gets up and gives Justin a hug too. She turns to me. “You don’t deserve one.”
“You’re really bad at punishing people,” I say looking into her eyes. God she’s so hot. “Not hugging me just spares me your smell.”

Her lips tightens into this angry looking smirk, just before coming at me and giving me a little 2 handed shove. I reciprocate the sentiment with an exaggerated stumble backwards, causing her and Sharon to start laughing. “Fuck you,” she says smiling.

It feels like we’re blatantly flirting at this point and that I might actually have a shot. At least the logical part of my brain was telling me that. It still felt so far fetched though based on our history.

So we settle down and start talking about whatever. One thing I do notice, however, is how frequently I catch Marie looking at me when neither one of us is talking. I can’t tell if I’m overthinking it or not.

Eventually we start watching something. Justin and I on one couch, they another, the couches making a 90 degree angle but separated. This detail is important because from my angle, I could see Marie from the corner of my eye. And at various times during the movie, again I catch her looking at me randomly.

By now I’m not thinking about the movie, and all I can focus on is Marie. Why does she keep looking at me? Is she seriously into me? Am I trippin? Maybe something can happen tonight…

“UMM ABSOLUTELY NOT. NO” I hear Sharon say aloud. “STOP.”

We turn towards the girls and Marie starts laughing out loud and shushes her. Justin and I look at each other quizzically and the girls get up. “We’re getting snacks,” Marie says as they go up the stairs.

“What the hell was that about?” Justin asks.
I turn to him, and whisper with a rush of excitement: “Dude, I really think Marie is into me.”
“What?! Where is that coming from?”
“I don’t know how to explain it but I feel it. And I really think that outburst was Marie telling Sharon she wants to hook up with me or something.”
He gives me a cock-eyed look. “I really don’t think so…”
“Just find out from Sharon. See what she thinks. But don’t be obvious.”

They come back and I ask if everything is alright. Marie laughs and says yes, then throws us a bag of pretzels.

The movie ends but it’s still relatively early. “Let’s play Kemps,” I suggest. Justin looks at me grinning because he knows exactly what I mean.

For those that are unaware, this is Kemps (https://www.pagat.com/commerce/kemps.html). It’s a 2 vs 2 card game that Justin and I have used for years as a way of winging each other for girls. The quick explanation is it requires you to make secret plans/signals with your partner to indicate you have 4 of a kind. Logistically it gives you a lot of good 1 on 1 alone time (after each round to make new signals) in a fun, exciting environment, and when the time comes, an easy way for the two pairs to break off from each other for the night.

(You’re welcome, fellas. Seriously, it’s money. And pretty easy to make into a drinking game too.)

So we explain the rules and first do guys vs girls. For obvious reasons, we dominate them and win 7-0. Under the guise that it’s unfair to them because we’ve both played before, we decide to switch it up. Justin and Sharon vs Marie and me.

Of course it works perfectly. It’s a close game and all throughout, she and I are laughing nonstop. Whenever we break off, it gives me the perfect opportunity to hold her arm and bring her close to me so I can whisper strategy. After a few rounds, she does the same to me. At this point the tension is palpable.

We eventually win 7-6. We celebrate and high five each other, our hands holding contact just a few seconds too long. Sharon excuses herself to go to the bathroom and Marie offers to accompany her.

I wait til I hear them going up the second flight of steps and out of earshot. “Dude don’t even act like-”
“Yeah you’re right,” he starts to say, my stomach filling with butterflies “Sharon said Marie likes you and wants to make out tonight or something”
“I fucking told you!”
“I know, I know. How did this happen? I thought she hated you.”
I tell him about the strip club, and then how I kept catching her looking at me. Remind him of her shove. Gave reasoning behind my couch outburst theory. He nods in understanding. Then we agree to activate phase two of our tried and trusted system.

The girls come back and Justin demands a rematch. We play a few rounds and at one point they go upstairs to make a plan. Marie and I have already made ours and start making small talk while waiting. There’s a little bed downstairs that I’m laying on, on my side, and she’s sitting on the bed facing me, around the level of where my torso is. Two minutes turns to five, and five turns to ten.

“Where are they?” She asks, not yet privy to the plan.
“I don’t know, but something tells me they’re not coming back.”
“Oh yeah?” she asks smirking. “Gee I wonder what they’re doing.”
“Who knows…” I say, my voice trailing off. “By the way, what is this thing on your hand?” I say grabbing it and bringing her closer to me.
“Oh I don’t know,” she says sarcastically as I’m pulling her. “What do you think it is?”
“Shut up,” I say before her face reaches mine. I put my hand behind her head and kiss her a few times but she’s laughing between kisses.

I lay on my back and pull her on top of me, showing I mean business. I coax her tongue out using mine and place both hands on her ass. I squeeze it and push her into me so she can feel how hard I am.

“Ohhh,” she moans up into the air, exposing her neck for me. I bite where it meets her shoulder and she lets out another gasp, so I keep working her nape.

By now we’ve been grinding for a few minutes and I can feel myself getting sore. I flip her to her back and lay to her left, resting her head on my right arm. We start kissing again and I put my left hand on her ribs. I give it a squeeze causing me to groan… I find it really hot how thin she is. I take her hand and put it on my bulge before sliding my hand onto her hip bone. She immediately puts her hand over mine as if to indicate “no”, but doesn’t move it or say anything.

I go back to her neck and again she starts moaning. I give her ear a nibble before taking her hand and putting it back on my dick. She’s still moaning and now more aggressively playing with it. I take that as my cue and go back to her hip bone, slowly moving under her waistband.

Her breathing speeds up in anticipation as I move inward and momentarily stops when I reach her pussy. She’s shaved and wet enough that’s there’s basically no friction against my middle finger as I move up and down against her clit. By now she’s stopped moving, completely focused on what I’m doing to her.

I move my hand lower and put the same finger inside her, amazed but not surprised at how tight it is.

“Fuck,” she says between breaths. She’s now perched herself on her elbows, still on her back, watching me play with her underneath her shorts. I take it as a cue and remove them completely. Although I already felt she was completely shaved, the sight of it made me groan again.

I fingered her G-spot with the classic “come hither” motion, soft and slowly, gradually picking up intensity until suddenly she pushes my hand off.

“We have to stop. I don’t want to go any further.”
“Why,” I ask.
She hesitates for a second. “I’m still a virgin”
“What?” I ask, probably louder than I should have. “How is that possible?”

She starts to laugh and says something about not being a slut. I’m not entirely sure I believe her at this point because of all the stories Sharon has told me about her constantly dating different guys.

There’s a moment of silence as she waits for me to say something. She has this concerned look in her face, as if she’s worried I would lose interest; almost like she’s waiting for some validation that she’s worth more to me than just a hookup. I feel bad for a second… but only a second.

“So,” I say pressing on, my hand back on her hip bone. “What’s your angle then? You just like teasing guys and giving them blue balls?”
She laughs, and I sense some relief in her demeanor, seemingly happy with the way I responded. She looks up at me and asks, “Who said anything about blue balls?”

She pulls me down for another kiss and reaches for my dick. Despite losing some steam during that semi-serious moment I became instantly hard at her insinuation.

I sit her up and reposition on my back, and she starts laughing. “You’re a dick,” she says of my assumptive positioning.

She scoots down and attempts to pull my shorts off, but the combination of tenting and tied strings at the waist make it impossible. We both laugh again.

I untie myself and pull both layers off, feeling kinda exposed as she’s fully clothed. I think she senses it too because she takes her top off right after. She grabs my shaft and looks me in the eyes as she lowers her tongue onto the head. She looked like she was trying really hard to be sexy… and it worked.

She wasted no time, at first pass going down my dick til it hit the back of her throat. “Oh my god,” I said closing my eyes. “That feels so fucking good.”

She took that cue to continue deep throating me slowly, up and down multiple times. “Do you not have a gag reflex?” I ask. It’s not something I would normally say in this situation, but considering she was supposedly a virgin I was caught off guard.

“No,” she said laughing, taking the pause in action to start slowly stroking me. “I’ve never had one. It freaks my sister out.”

“Show me how deep you can go,” I say taking her hands off me and holding it up from the base. “I want to see you touch my thumbs.”

She rolls her eyes. “Okay,” she says with a smile, looking down at my dick. She gets maybe 80% of the way there and struggles for the last second to go deeper but gives up. “That’s as far as I can go.”

I tell her to do it again and this goes on a few more rounds til she switches it up, stroking me while giving me a proper blowjob. I’m getting really close and ask her where she wants me to cum.

“In my mouth,” she says, speeding up. I tell her to open her mouth and stick her tongue out while she’s doing it, and the sight immediately sends me over the edge. The first few shots hit the roof of her mouth causing a lot to fall onto her chin. She controls it by fully wrapping her lips around me as I continue cumming in her mouth. I put my hand around hers and keep pumping so she doesn’t stop.

I let go after a few seconds, prompting her to get off the bed and wipe her chin. She holds her hands out looking for somewhere to clean up, ultimately going with the bottom of the bed sheet. We laugh about the savagery of that move, then get dressed.

We say our goodbyes, kiss a few more times and I leave with Justin. I really did like her a lot and felt giddy about this potential summer fling. I was excited for the prospect of what was to come… and who knows, maybe this can turn into something more.

Little did I know she was still in love with her on-again, off-again piece of shit boyfriend who cheated on her countless times. I would later be warned about this from Sharon after she learned I’ve developed feelings. There’s another really great story from that… stay tuned for the sequel!

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5 comments on “Getting a blowjob from the girl I hate [MF]

  1. > (this was during my wannabe Pickup Artist peacocking days)

    read: douchebag.

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