As you could guess, this isn’t word for word. I don’t speak as pre-planned as I write.
This is part 2 of my [story with Isobel](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6psy7v/highstrung_preppy_girl_giving_me_a_helping_hand/), if you want a more detailed description. Let me know if this story’s format confuses you since it’s a story about telling a story. I indent whenever I go back into my conversation in the car.
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I usually drove Courtney home from her boyfriend’s house whenever we’d all hang out. He lived 20 minutes away, she had no car, and we were practically neighbors, anyway. Vodka stained her breath while she exhaustedly reminisced about our long past. Her legs were sheathed in a pair of tight jeans crossed in the passenger seat of my Elantra. It was the point in the summer in which her pale skin was lightly tanned – I noticed so under the passing streetlights while her mouth hung slightly open, poshly waiting on me for an answer.
“Uhh, I think only [my ex] and Isobel,” I admitted.
“Oh wow. You’re practically a virgin,” she poked.
“Well, I was dating [my ex] for the entirety of high school.”
“I thought Isobel just -” Courtney pushed the inside of her cheek with her tongue to simulate a blowjob. Her shoulder-length brown hair shook along with her rippling chubby breasts that were suffocating in a slim black top.
“She jerked me off at the park that night of your party, but, yeah, eventually we ended up fucking.”
“Oooh lala.”
She took a drink of water as we stopped at a red light. It was 1:30 in the morning, so the roads were empty and the air was quiet.
“Good, I’m glad. You’re too much of a hermit. Screw that boring bitch,” she added about my long-term ex, who recently tried to reconnect with me. She rebounded with one of my best friends, Dave, the year prior, and I ended up getting into a short altercation with him. A few hours before, I recently told this to Courtney, but I didn’t tell her that Isobel was the “love” of Dave’s life – he was just always too afraid to talk to her. Anyway —
“I mean, don’t screw her. She suuucks.”
Courtney was fairly liberal about sharing sexual energy. She openly loved talking about sex, how she loved to dress up for her partner or recording herself playing with her tits while riding him, then offering the videos to the dudes who pursued her. She wanted guys to get off to her. It fed her self-esteem, which was vital to her. She would sometimes talk them off via sexting. I wasn’t sure if she counted that as cheating, but she physically cheated, also, so it didn’t matter.
Courtney leaned over the middle console, probably trying to hypnotize me with her cleavage. “Sooo… What’s the storyyy??”
A red Scion pulls up to the light in the lane to our immediate right. We both look over at the man behind the wheel who sleepily stared ahead. For some reason, we both laughed. Must’ve been the exhaustion making us loopy.
Courtney looked back over to him and rubbed her finger on the car window, then, abruptly slid her top off over her head, revealing her white bra that was doing its best from keeping her voluptuous tits from gushing out. *Huh. We’ve been friends since elementary school, and this is the first time I’m ever seeing her without a shirt, bikinis included.*
The guy threw a couple glances her way while she giggled.
*Green light* —
She unhooked the straps to her bra and out jiggled her white lavish tits. The guy did a double take as he slowly turned away from us, probably trying to strain what he could commit to memory.
She just giggled with no attempt to cover herself. She rarely took our tense, flirtatious relationship to that next level. My curiosity peaked.
“Isobel was… a lot of fun. She was so short and easy to force around.” I tried to excite her imagination.
“Like a bite-sized fuck buddy,” she added while making sure her boobs were still picturesque. God, there’s something about a girl wearing only jeans…
“We frequently had to find public places to get together,” I said.
“Mmmmm, I love fucking outside. Where’d you guys go?” Courtney squirmed.
She remained shirtless all the way to her house, where I parked and turned off my car under the umbrella of a tree.
“We met up at Triangle Park a lot.” This was right across the street from Dave’s house. That wasn’t exactly a coincidence…
“We’d just sporadically meet up when we were horny. One night, she came wearing her black hair in a French braid and a plaid red sweater that buttoned up to a V-neck. It was hot because, well, you know how she is – the rigid, preppy overachiever – and she was texting me specifically to ride my dick.”
“Mmm I never hear you talk dirty,” Courtney said as she reclined the seat. She wasn’t ready to go inside. *Guess I’m telling her a story.*
“We walked around the park with our hands around each other’s waist, and her hand eventually found its way into my pocket. I made fun of her for wearing a scarf when it was rarely ever chilly.”
“She’s such a fucking hipster,” laughed Courtney. “But I love her. I wonder why she never told me any of this. Maybe you and I are too close?”
“I think she’s still relatively private. She admitted she was going to miss a lot of her friends and didn’t know how to say bye. I wasn’t really her friend, so maybe she felt it easier being with me. It was like a ritual how she dragged me underneath the large tree overlooking the baseball field and told me her most vivid memories.
In the middle of me sharing mine, she interrupted it by blindfolding me from behind with her scarf. She grabbed my hand and guided it from the bottom button on her sweater to the top one, which was being pushed out by her rack.”
“Mm, kinky,” Courtney let out a soft moan, and casually clasped her hands together in between her thighs. “I don’t think hers are as big as mine,” she stated proudly as she peered down at her chest, hugging her prized possessions together.
“Nope,” I said staring at her mounds, “but they’re so perfectly round. I texted her whenever I fantasized about squeezing the flesh around her areola and circling her nipple with my tongue.” Courtney’s own nipples drifted slightly as she relaxed. I wondered what I could get away with…
“She put my hand on her shoulder and let it drift down to her right bosom. I slipped into her bra cup down and traced inside when I felt her hand dive into my pocket again. She started fondling me while I felt her nipple puff up. With a huff, she impatiently unzipped my jeans and faked foreplay by rubbing me through my underwear maybe twice before pulling my actual cock out.”
Courtney giggled as she bent one leg up and turned her head toward me. Her face fell from flirty to focused as she made sure that I was watching her hand travel up her stomach to her chest. The moonlight made a pond in the valley between her breasts.
“She sculpted me with such determination, shaping my hard cock as if making me erupt was the only thing she ever wanted. But once I began squeezing her nipples, I knew things would escalate right away.
‘Have you ever been wine washed?’ She asked in breathy vowels. I didn’t know what that was. She stopped rubbing me and I heard her reach into her bag. She apparently brought along a small bottle of wine and a towel.
‘You have to stand against something for this…. Mmmm.. The tree?’”
“She steered my waist against the tree, close enough to where I wouldn’t have bark all over me, and held the tip of my erection, which was hiding in my rumpled up tank top. She traced the surface of her lips with it. ‘It’s like flavorful lube. It probably feels much better than it looks,’ she said, referencing the fact that I was still denied my vision. So, she planned all this? I heard her take a swig from the bottle.
She put her lips on my tip and let my cock bulge through her mouth. Some wine escaped and trickled down while my dick soaked in the pool of wine. It was a bit cold and startling, but I loved the idea of her flavoring me for her pleasure… I moaned and she grabbed my hips to keep me inside her mouth. She started swallowing the wine and swirled it around, literally sucking my cock dry from the wine.”
Courtney was hanging onto every word now, and somewhere along the lines, she unbuttoned her jeans. The outer lining of her light blue panties rose above her pants and her fingers were slipping into them. Her eyes were fixated on me.
“It felt sloppy, and, against her judgment, I wanted to see it. I ripped off the scarf so I could watch her take another mouthful of wine. She smirked. She was still wearing a bra, which I thought was cute. She sank her mouth to my stomach as far as she could before choking. I secretly wanted her to gag a little. I brushed her hair back with my good arm, the one not in a cast, as she swallowed the wine again. The liquid felt so good on the underside of my dick and the sounds of her slurping were just too much. [I might be romanticizing it for Courtney. It was messier than I made it sound] I held a tuft of her side hair in my palm and the root of her braid in my grip and drove my veiny cock down her throat.”
“Oh, fuck,” Courtney whispered as her fingers stayed inside her panties. Her eyes closed again as she rubbed herself, her other hand toying around with her nipple.
“Her tongue caressing my shaft as I was abusing her mouth drove me crazy. She grunted in, what sounded like, surprise and moaned as I fucked her mouth. I wanted her sore. When I finally let her regroup, saliva dripped from my throbbing cock as I pulled out of her, bits of drool still lightly connected to her mouth until it fell to the dirt. She looked up at me like a frenzied animal ready to pounce, and I looked down ready to force her legs apart.”
Courtney, by now, was tugging on her tit and writhing her legs at my floorboard. The fingers on her right hand flushed out to form an even plane for her to grind her pussy, still hidden by her panties, against. *I want to finger her so badly,* I thought. Not only did I not know how to initiate that, but I kept forgetting she was in a relationship. Obviously, she already broke those rules tonight, but I just kept talking.
I contemplated telling this next bit without context, but it meant a lot to me given my personal circumstances.
“Instead, I took her to the edge of the road. Dave kept his blue Camaro parked across the street from his house. If we were going to end up having sex anyway, well…”
Courtney let out a short gasp, “Ohhh my God, you didn’t!” She expressed how proud she was of my “evil”-ness. It slowed her hand down momentarily, so I jumped right into it.
“I made it seem spontaneous by holding her hand suggesting we go to my car, but as we passed the Camaro, I pinned her against it and opened her sweater. She was braless by now. I nibbled on her and pressed my pulsating dick into her lap. I told her ‘I need to be inside you right now.’
In a daze, she said, ‘ok, let’s get to your ca-’
‘Right now. I can’t wait.’
I grabbed her ass [as best I could with a cast on] under her white skirt and spread her cheeks against the car’s passenger door. I unzipped my pants, again, slowly enough for her to stop me if she didn’t consent to do it here. She threw her leg around my hip, hidden by her skirt, hooked her arm on my neck, and started grinding the base of my cock. She stared into my eyes as a way say she was onboard with fucking on ‘a stranger’s’ car.
— In case you’re thinking this is way too risky to be spur of the moment, we discussed it during this and decided to test our luck since we haven’t seen a single car on the road all night. —
“Her scarf was still coiled around her neck above her exposed chest. For some reason, that really turned me on. I always thought partially-clothed was hotter than fully nude. It feels impatient and dirty.”
Wasn’t sure if my hint landed, but Courtney’s hand was already stroking my erection towering underneath my pants.
“I fixed the angle I was standing so I could tease her by tracing the pouty walls of her labia with my tip. Before she blindfolded me, I was planning on ending the night with my mouth covered in her pussy juice. It was always a fight for who would give the other head first. I prodded the very end of my dick into her soft soaked hole and retracted it. She was petite, so I had to break her in each time, easing in each bit of my girth with every thrust. She bit down on her scarf to muffle herself as I settled my weight into her. Her grip around my neck strengthened to hold me as close as possible while I stretched her sopping hole.
Her being so small and light and the angle I had her propped up at, she was able to wrap her other leg around me. Her weight dragged my head down toward her, so I rested it against the Camaro door to tear into her the deepest I’ve ever been.
‘I can’t… believe… we’re doing this…’ she whispered in between thrusts. I lifted her skirt so her bare ass pressed against the cool car door.
‘Bend over,’ I commanded.”
She did it. Courtney had my pants loose enough to snake my cock out. She wasn’t stroking me for my pleasure because she wasn’t trying to stimulate me. It was more like she just wanted to feel me. Her hand worked slowly and almost carefully.
“She bent over the hood, [Camaro was the perfect height for being bent over – thanks, Dave] and waited for me to saddle her small but meaty hips. Grabbing her braid, I sank myself inside the dripping walls of her pussy again and watched her head arc back the deeper I bore into her. Each time I slammed my hips into her, her ass quaked and she let out a whimper as her elbows stood on the hood. She was on guard still and looking around for witnesses. Soon enough, I had her face down on the cold hood with her arms reaching out above her and letting my raging hard cock take her over. I wrapped my hand around to cup the inside of her thigh. At this point, she didn’t seem to care about being caught.”
–I still wonder if someone saw us from their window, but it was a blessing how not a single car drove by–
“…I wish I was there…” Courtney said mesmerized. She had to have been contemplating sticking me in her mouth by now. If I just outright suggested it, she would have had her hair ponytailed behind her before I finished the sentence.
“I have to admit something,” I lied. “While I was fucking her from behind, gripping onto her scarf while she was sprawled out on the hood, I thought back to the night of your party… When you two made out.“ I was trying to drill my intentions home.
“Oh *really*,” she became sharp. “What… did you think of?”
“Of being in the middle, of course. While I was about to cum all over her cute little ass, I pictured both of your lips skimming each side of my cock… your eyes up at mine… while my cum oozed down… “
Courtney took a breath. She gave me a kiss on the cheek as she rubbed the entire surface of my beating erection once last time. “I have to get inside,” she lamented. “I’m so sorry leaving you like this. I’ll make it up to you.” She winked and got dressed to go inside. Although I still exercised restraint, as she was dating someone, I think this was the night she decided to try to fuck me. Fighting her intentions was fun. Months went by where we only drunkenly made out, [she actually locked me in the bathroom] but –
Eventually, [she did](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6ncbpr/my_childhood_friend_forcing_me_to_fuck_her/).
Just as a little bit of closure for my bitter heart, I texted Dave days later. Something along the lines of: *You know how you’d always talk about banging Isobel in your Camaro? Well, ontop of it was pretty great. Sorry for the ass marks.* He tried calling me numerous times, but I let it ring. I was over it. I got my form of revenge.
It was a childish eye-for-an-eye scenario, but I was really close with my ex, and he knew this. We were best friends and she was my first love. I haven’t felt bad thinking about them together since. The scar I thought I would have forever is gone. Thanks, Isobel. Whereas those two didn’t last long, Isobel and I remain good friends to this day.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6shjlc/getting_my_friend_off_with_story_of_revenge