A Helping Hand From an Old Friend – Part 3 [MF] [Cheating]

**[Part 1] (https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6yv2e2/a_helping_hand_from_an_old_friend_mf_cheating/)**

**[Part 2](https://redd.it/70kvax)**

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Hardly believing my luck, I practically jumped out of my car, still struggling to wipe the expression that was somewhere between shock and smugness from my face. Lauren and I closed the car doors, and I somehow remembered that locking it would be advisable, before we made our way up to the house. I followed closely behind, not saying a word, but staring hungrily at her ass in those tight white jeans as she unlocked the door. It was the most perfect size and shape; accented by her slim waist and petite frame. She once told me she wished she had bigger breasts, but her ass… she loved her ass, and so did the guys she got with. I could see why.

We went inside, everything was turned off and it was almost pitch black; Lauren stumbled around in the dark searching for a light. She shared the place with another girl from her work, but luckily for us, she was nowhere to be seen. The fewer people who knew about our arrangement the better, even if Kate and this other girl would never even meet. The lights flickered to life as Lauren found the switch and the house lit up; we were stood in the foyer, which gave way to an open plan living and kitchen area. I hardly knew what to do with myself, standing there like an awkward teenager, hands by my side. and nothing smart to say.

“Do you need anything? A drink?” Lauren asked, playing the part of the gracious host ever so well. I clumsily stumbled over my words, but managed to get out something that sounded like a no thank-you. I was nervous, perhaps more-so than I should have been, but how could I not be? Here I was, standing in my dear old friend’s house, a place I’d been many times before, but this time it was with the sole intention of taking her to bed and eating her out, a fact which we were both well aware of.

“Alright, well, I’m going to go into my room and get ready; I’ll give you a shout when you can come in, okay?” She explained with a smile. It all seemed to make so much sense in her mind. I nodded in agreement to confirm I understood, unable to say much more. With that, she turned and left the room, leaving me to wait on my own. I wasn’t sure whether I should feel excited, nervous, guilty, aroused, or terrified. I took a seat on the couch and tried to focus on calming my shaking hands. Despite what had already happened between us, I’d asked for this, which made it feel all the more real. I did my best to rationalise my actions, telling myself I still loved Kate but I had needs.

Before I could delve deeper into that rabbit hole, Lauren’s voice yelled out, telling me I could come in now. I left my position on the couch and made my way to her bedroom door, which had been left slightly ajar; warm lamp light trickled out of the room, as did the sound of soft music I realised as I got closer. Opening the door revealed Lauren, spread out on top of her duvet, clad in an oversized t-shirt, her smooth, pale, bare legs on display with lacy, navy blue panties separating me from my desires. She lay there on her phone but looked up and smiled radiantly me as I timidly entered this private sanctuary that was her bedroom. The outfit she’d just been wearing was strewn across the floor, but for the most part, it was a fairly unremarkable place, exactly the sort of things you’d expect from a girl in early 20’s – a bookshelf packed with various books, DVDs, and CDs, a dresser stacked with make-up and jewellery, and a wardrobe crammed with clothes to the point where it looked ready to burst.

As I made my way inside and closed the door behind me she mentioned that she wanted to get comfy first, hence her current attire, and offered me to do the same. Even though I came in here to focus on her, I decided it might not be such a bad idea, and stripped down to my underwear, neatly folding my clothes into a pile on the floor as I did so. I figured that slacks and a dress shirt weren’t the comfiest of things to be rolling around bed while wearing. Once I’d got mostly undressed Lauren let out a whistle, though whether it was genuine I couldn’t say; I was pretty unremarkable with my clothes off. Standing at 5’11” and 180lbs, and not being the sort of person who worked out, was why I put so much effort into my hair and clothes; her admiration was flattering all the same though. I climbed onto the bed with her, kneeling up at the end by her feet, she’d put her phone down and was looking into my eyes.

“I’m ready when you are.” She said with a hint of a giggle. It amazed me that she could be so calm. Normally I’m the sort of person who always has something to say, but on this occasion, I was speechless. Rather than saying anything though, I chose to do something, and got to work returning the favours this girl had given me. Under normal circumstances, I’d start by kissing her lips and working my way down, but we hadn’t kissed yet, and as weird as it might seem given what we were about to do, what we’d done, I didn’t know if it was acceptable. Instead, I leant over Lauren and began by kissing and biting her neck, nibbling on her earlobe, and letting her hear my deep breaths in her ear. She began to move on the bed, as my lips tickled her skin, and my hands explored her petite figure. From her lips escaped barely audible moans, as my hands worked their way down her body lifting her shirt up and over her head.

It exposed her beautiful pale and slim body; for a girl who ate whatever she wanted, she managed to maintain an amazing physique, along with a pair of jaw-dropping perky B cup tits, just under a handful, but still utterly incredible. I failed to see why she didn’t like them, because I sure as hell did. I kissed her collarbones, her chest, and then her breasts; slowly and softly at first, before picking up the intensity as I bit at her flesh, and sucked and licked her hard nipples. Her hands lightly gripped the bedsheets, her back arched ever so slightly, and her moans grew louder and more passionate. Much like the blowjob, this was supposed to be for my benefit, but Lauren certainly seemed to be enjoying it as well. We had both been stripped down to only our underwear, and my lips worked their way further down Lauren’s gorgeous body, kissing her hips, the inside of her thighs, and teasing her cunt through her panties with my tongue. My hands ran up and down her smooth, slender legs, and my fingers traced the outline of her pussy through the soft fabric of her knickers; I could feel the wetness which had begun to seep through. Knowing she was so turned on by this, just like I was, made it all the more real and gave me the confidence I needed to take the final dive.

With a hand on either side of her waist, I grabbed her underwear and slid them down her legs as she wiggled her body to help get them off. It was almost like a grand reveal, as they were removed to expose Lauren’s mesmerisingly beautiful pussy, its softness, its perfect pinkish hue, with not a hair in sight. It was perfection, and it must have shown on my face, Lauren pushed me with her foot, giggling with a smile as she bit her finger. She looked so sexy, so angelic, so much like a model as she lay on top of the bedsheets in the nude. I wanted so desperately to take a photo of her then and there, to capture her beauty forever. Now that I’d worked my way down, it was a case of working my way in. My kisses again caressed her thighs, working slowly upwards towards my final destination. My lips and fingertips traced her labia gently, I wanted to drive Lauren wild, make her really want it; by the time I was finished teasing her, I wanted her to be begging for that release. I ran my tongue along her slit, tasting her sweet wetness, smelling the arousal which dripped from her glistening pussy. She writhed on the bed, her moans escalated, and her grip on the sheets tightened. It was time.

With my tongue I began to lick and suck on her clit, and like everything so far, I began slow. I wanted to bask in her beauty, and enjoy every second of this experience, not knowing if I’d get another opportunity to enjoy my gorgeous blonde friend and her incredibly sexy body. It was gentle, but before long I was lapping her up, running my tongue and lips all over Lauren’s shaved parts, from the sneaky lick of her asshole, right up to her soft little clit. I inserted my middle finger into her pussy. “Oh fuck.” She moaned. There was no hiding her pleasure now. I’d had enough of teasing her, and used my tongue to strum her clit, all the while my finger worked away in that classic *come hither* motion, stimulating her G-spot. The sounds, smells, and tastes were extraordinary; she was so wet it was audible as I fingered Lauren. Her scent was intoxicating, as was the taste of her delightful cunt. I buried my head between her legs and ate her out like my life depended on it, as she grabbed my hair and pinned my head between her thighs. “Another finger. Get. Another. Fucking. Finger. In. Me.” Lauren panted, and I obliged, inserting my index finger into her pussy as she let another long moan. I sat up, placing the thumb of my other hand on her clit and began to rub; I was determined to make her cum with the same ferocity she jerked out of me. I wanted her to feel those same waves of pleasure and passion.

One hand ran through her hair, the other grabbing at her tits, pinching her sensitive nipples. I rubbed her clit harder and faster, and inserted a third finger. Her surprised and shocked face gave way to being overcome with euphoria, as I gave the performance of a life-time. “Oh God, I’m gonna’ cum, you’re gonna’ make me fucking cum.” She yelled. Her moans had turned into screams, as her pussy tightened around my fingers, and her legs began to shake. From her lips escaped a long, loud, drawn-out ‘Fuck!’, and I knew I’d had the pleasure of bringing her to orgasm. I collapsed in an exhausted heap next to her on the bed, I was still rock hard, but I don’t think either of us had the energy or motivation to deal with that, and I felt it unfair to ask anyway. Our ragged breathing filled the air, as the music continued to play. I’d later go home and jerk off to the memory of what just happened, still smelling her juices all over my fingers. After she’d come around, she rolled over onto her side and smiled at me.

“That was fun.” She remarked.

“It was.”

“Everything you’d hoped for?” Lauren asked with a wry smile. “Better than I ever could’ve imagined.”

“Good. That’s what I like to hear.” She said, as her hand rubbed my chest. Normally, this is when you’d lean in and kiss one another, but we didn’t. It was so abnormally normal. We lay there together, her still completely naked, my erection slowly fading. It was almost a blessing that I didn’t cum, because I managed to avoid that post-orgasm clarity that makes you see everything clearly. Had that been the case, I might’ve felt incredibly guilty and regretful of the events which had just transpired, but for now I was lusting over them and her. Eventually, Lauren got up and said she was going for a shower. I wanted to join her, but knew it wasn’t an invitation. She thanked me for a fun night, both at the movies, and just now, and said she hoped we got to see one another again soon. I reiterated the sentiment, not knowing how long this affair would continue. She disappeared into the ensuite, and when I heard the water begin to run, I put my clothes back on, left her house, and got into my car and drove away.

I’d left my phone in the centre console of my car when I went into Lauren’s house, and when I arrived back at my apartment, I checked for any notifications. Some emails from work and university. A few messages from Kate asking about my night. What caught my eye however, was a Snapchat from Lauren, sent less than an hour ago. I opened it up, to find a picture of the same sexy body I’d just left behind, stood in front of the bathroom mirror. The caption read ‘Until next time, tiger.’

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