[MF] My Innocent Friend is Full of Surprises

During my senior year of college, a group of friends and I rented an off-campus shithole, the kind of place that would sink into the ground depending on the weather, which was perfect for six college guys. Given the living conditions, rent was dirt cheap and so we left a room unrented, which we turned into a drinking games room, and because we’re millennials, filled it with our childhood participation trophies.

A couple months into the semester, itching for broader competition, we decided to have our own beerfest: a multi-team, multi-event, all-night extravaganza. The event was meticulously organized, with pre-selected rosters, uniformed teams, schedules, and scoreboards. It was both incredibly impressive and a testament to just how far you’ll go to “spice up” drinking when you’re doing it as much as we were in college.

To get this out of the way, I’m a very average looking 5’9”, with an athletic build from soccer. I’ve got naturally tan skin due to some mixed heritage and have dark black hair.

One of the people in attendance was a friend, Shelby, who I’d been hooking up with off and on over the course of college. She lived in my dorm freshman year, and we got along although she was the picture of innocence and I decidedly was not. She was cute, if unassuming, with strawberry blonde hair, blue eyes, and pale white skin. At 5’2” she was petite, relatively flat up top, but with wide hips and strong legs she’d honed from years of dancing. And not high school pep squad dancing, but intensive ballet and jazz, with gave her incredible core strength and flexibility that I would eventually take full advantage of.

We would flirt and some nights she would find her way into my bed, but it didn’t go beyond drunken cuddling and touching. She was a virgin and incredibly shy, which made it easy to avoid really crossing the line. To be honest, especially because we were friends, I didn’t really want whatever potential emotional responsibility would come with going further. Still, on certain drunken nights I was tempted, and my hands would roam across her flat abs, and I’d note the way she started to gently shake when my fingers would reach her hips.

It wasn’t until the next year that things really changed. There was some inane Greek dance-off competition thing, and she’d choreographed her sorority’s dance, so she invited me to come see. Being a good friend, I went and for the most part relived the horrors of high school pep rallies. But Shelby was impressive. She moved well, feeling the music in a way that made her make faces I’d never seen her make before. She’d move in rhythm, flipping her hair and rocking her hips. In short, she was sexy in the way it can be when you see a person in their element.

Within the next couple weeks we went out to some island themed party together and proceeded to stumble back to my dorm. She was wearing a plastic lei that for whatever reason we began wrestling over. She had the lei in both her hands, stretching them out above her head to keep it away from me. I pinned her down at her wrists with one hand, using the other to tickle under her shirt and across her ribs. She laughed and arched towards me, and my hands roamed up her stomach, and her breath got short. As my hand moved up her body, I felt the firm muscles of her abs give way to the soft skin at the bottom of her tits. With her hands still pinned I looked her in the eyes and lifted her shirt high, exposing her small, bright pink nipples to the air.

I kissed her and she attacked me in a way that’s only possible after a period of extended tension. My free hand moved across her nipples and her pinned wrists strained to be freed and she moaned lightly into my mouth. By the time I’d walked my fingers down her body and between her legs, she’d stopped breathing entirely, and it wasn’t until the tip of my finger parted her slit that she exhaled all at once into my mouth and I had to break the kiss, letting her sharp moan cut the silence in the room.

She kissed me again as I struggled to work a single finger inside her. Trust me when I say that it wasn’t for lack of excitement on her part, more that her core strength extended all the way down. As her wetness coated my finger, I pushed it further until she managed to take it down past my last knuckle. Just as I was comfortably working my finger inside of her, literally within a minute of starting, she gripped her hands around my wrist, kissed me harder, and came hard on my single finger, rolling her hips on my hand as she let out high pitched yelps into my mouth.

So. My innocent friend happened to have a vise-like pussy and was incredibly orgasmic. Good to know. I let her catch her breath before kissing down her body and having her more or less repeat that performance on my mouth. I did my best to pin her down, rolling my tongue along her clit as she screamed and lifted her hips, clenching her thighs around my head.

Again, she caught her breath before sitting up and pulling me in for a kiss. “What about you?” she asked. As she said this, her hand rubbed along my inner thigh, pausing once she felt my cock through my jeans. “What about me?” I asked.

“I want to make you feel good too.”

She fumbled with my belt and I helped her with it and the button on my jeans. She pulled down my pants and boxers all at once, and my totally adequate 6” cock sprang free. She tentatively wrapped her hand around it and started to kiss me again.

“Tell me what feels good.”

We kissed and I told her to get her hand wet. She licked her fingers and wrapped them around my cock, but it wasn’t enough spit. She tried again, but there was still a lot of friction, and her hand dragged a little as she worked it up and down.

“Maybe I should just use my mouth,” she said, almost asking a question.

I smiled at her, and told her that I absolutely didn’t want to do anything more if she wasn’t comfortable with it. She looked at me as she lowered her mouth down to me, giving a long lick from the base to the top of my head. She seemed comfortable.

She proceeded to take a couple inches of me into her mouth. As would be expected, her technical skill was a bit lacking, but she bobbed up and down with enthusiasm. I asked her to use her hand and slow down just a touch. She gripped me and found a rhythm, taking me halfway down as her hand met her mouth.

“Does that feel good?” she asked as she popped her mouth off my cock.

“Fuck yes,” I told her between breaths. She continued on like that. It was a bit mechanical, but I found myself getting close. I told her, mentioning that I could just grab my boxers and cum in them.

“I’ll just swallow,” she said calmly, before putting her mouth back on me. It wasn’t long before I was gripping her by the back of my neck, shooting my load down her throat.

“That wasn’t nearly as bad as I thought,” she said before laughing. She looked down at my cock, the last few dribbles of cum pulses out of me, falling to the floor as she stroked me.

We did this a few more times over the course of the year. Right before we were leaving for summer, I ended up taking her virginity. I wish I could tell you it was an amazing time, but to be honest, as gentle as I tried to be, her incredibly tight pussy kind of worked to our detriment.

We both spent the next year abroad, and I only saw her once when she traveled through my city. I met up with her and her friends at a discoteca, and we danced on each other through bad European techno. I brought her back to my place, and given the very cramped living conditions, fucked her on every surface of our laundry room. I remember the first time I got her on all fours, watching her giant ass bounce back on me. Or when I pinned her knee near her ear and realized just how flexible she really was. She told me after that now she understood why people liked sex so much.

When we returned to school our senior year, we’d hook up every so often, with me trying to push her limits every time. I’d fuck her out in public, pulling her down some alley or pinning her to the hood of my car. I’d make her beg for my cock, refusing to fuck her until she said the words. I’d hold off on letting her cum, pulling back every time she got close, until I fucked her through one orgasm in a race to see how many she could have in a night.

In hindsight, I should’ve realized when something had changed in her. There was the time when her roommate was out of town and I fucked her on the living room couch. It was a little chilly, and she’d had some soccer socks she pulled up to her mid-thigh. After we’d finished, I’d pulled out of her and sat down next to her, as she left her legs spread and idly fingered her swollen clit. I told her that she looked really hot right now.

“I feel really hot right now.”

Back in the present, she showed up to the party in a blue dress, cut to her mid-thigh, with dark tights on underneath. She was on a different team from me, and I didn’t see her much throughout the night except for when we played each other. We’d flirt and tease, but per usual, she was a presentable and respectable gal, never crossing the line in public.

By the end of the round robin, three teams were tied for first and given the drunken spirit in the room, we all decided to just keep playing. After another few rounds, half of the people were too drunk to continue and the other half wanted to go out to a bar. Although no one was declared the winner, in the end we were all victorious.

I opted to take a quick shower before we went out. The house was still plenty full of people, and I had to walk through a crowded hallway in my towel to get to the bathroom and back. When I got back to my room after the shower and closed the door behind me, I turned to see Shelby there, standing next to my bed.

“What are you doing in here?” I asked. She took a couple steps towards me and kissed me. Then she dropped to her knees and ran her hand up the break in the towel.

“I just wanted to say hi,” she said, as she pulled my cock out and swirled her tongue around the head.

She looked up at me with her blue eyes and I watched my cock grow in her mouth. I let the towel drop and Shelby gripped my ass, pulling me in deeper. I hit the back of her throat and felt her gag slightly. She looked up at me again and bounced herself on me before pulling herself off completely to catch her breath.

She went back to it, twisting my cock and swirling her tongue around the head. I could still hear the murmur of people talking just outside my door. There was no lock. It’d be so easy for someone to come in and see sweet, innocent Shelby on her knees in front of me, her swollen red lips wrapped around me.

I gripped the sides of her head and pulled her off of me. I could’ve lifted her onto the bed, but there was no time. I could’ve grabbed a condom out of the drawer, but there was no time. I could’ve carefully taken off her tights and underwear, setting them off to the side in a neat pile, but there was just no time.

Instead I threw her to the ground, ripped the crotch of her tights open, pulled her panties to the side, and plunged the full length of myself inside of her. She gasped and held me there, one hand behind my head, the other clutching my back, her mouth just parted in a silent scream. I fought her, pulling back out, only to throw all of myself back inside her all at once. She hiked her blue dress up to her waist and spread her legs as wide as possible, grabbing her ankles to pull herself just a little bit wider.

Spread wide and soaking wet, I fucked her into the ground, until my hips grew sore and my knees rubbed raw on the carpet. For her part, she took it, throwing her hips up to meet me, until she wrapped her legs around me to grind her clit into me.

She started to thrash, turning her head back and forth as she fucked me harder. I reached up and clasped my hand around her mouth, just as her high-pitched yelps emerged. Pinning her down by her mouth, I picked up speed, stopping just short to mitigate the sounds of slapping skin.

It felt like every muscle in her body flexed at once before releasing. She stared at me, violently slamming her hips down onto me before her eyes rolled back and most her body went limp. You’d think she was dead, except for the fact that she bit down on my palm and her pussy clenched so tight it threatened to force me out completely. Instead, I shifted my weight over her, pinned her down, and fucked her through it.

As she came to, she grabbed at my wrist and pulled my hand off her mouth, gasping for breath. I slowed down, thinking she might need a minute to compose herself. Instead, she gripped my arm for leverage, and returned to throwing her weight down on me.

“Jesus,” I told her, “I’m close.”

She rocked on me two, three strokes more, before pulling herself off and whipping around to bring her mouth down onto me. She took me deep, before grasping her delicate fingers around my balls. I grabbed her by the shoulders and shot my cum down her throat. She slowed working her hand up and down my shaft, the other cradling my balls, as a shuddered through the rest of my orgasm.

She popped her mouth off my cock. A spasm forced a little bit of cum to pool at the head, and she made sure to lick it clean, before turning her eyes up at me.

“Hi.”

We stood up and I pinned her against my bed, kissing her. As I pulled away to catch my breath, she started to compose herself, pulling her dress back down and checking to see if the split in her tights showed. Satisfied with the lack of evidence, she looked into the mirror and started to fix her hair. I caught her glance in the reflection and all we could do was laugh.

We went out with the rest of the group to our usual spot. Every so often I’d look her way, see her talking and giggling with everyone, and wonder if they ever suspected what Shelby hid just under the surface.

And every so often she’d look back at me, and I knew we were recalling the same memories, and the rest of the room would fall away, and we’d be alone with the things only we knew.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6tk069/mf_my_innocent_friend_is_full_of_surprises