Making my [FFM] fantasy come true (LONG)

I had a friend in high school. We were very close – spent almost 100% of our time together outside of school.

I spent most weekends at her house – she had no curfew and very hands-off parents, so we could do pretty much whatever we wanted – we would go out, meet guys, party with them and creep back into her house in the early hours of the morning. We always slept together in her bed. We were both fairly promiscuous, horny teenagers and we both slept around quite a lot now that I look back on it. All in all I had sex with maybe fifteen guys – messed around with even more – when I was in high school. So did she, give or take. We’d be at parties and sometimes she would go off and fuck someone, sometimes I would, and one tme we even fucked a pair of friends in the same room. But it wasn’t a group thing, it was more just two very horny teenagers who are politely ignoring the fact that other sex was happening in the room at the same time. Still… it got me off that that I could hear her.

After that, I kept finding myself thinking about her. When I fantasized by myself, I didn’t imagine riding a cock anymore… instead I daydreamed about staying in her bedroom, naked with her. I would close my eyes and imagine her fingers were sliding into me when I masturbated. I pictured myself eating her out as I fingered myself alone in my bed.

But I was young and had no idea what to do with these sudden same-sex feelings, so I never really made a move – she made a move on me once, though, and I completely blew it by being too scared to bring it up again.

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She and I were hanging out at a guys house. We were goofing off, taking turns flirting with him, pretending to roughhouse and fight over him, when she jokingly pushed me down on the couch and got on top of me.

My heart was beating fast, and *he* said “you should kiss.”

She leaned right in and kissed me.

Time kinda froze and we kissed for what felt like a really long time. She slowly slid her hand down my belly and into my pants. I felt her finger slide in between the lips of my pussy. I gasped as she touched me. Then *he* says “oh my god.” and we both snap back to reality.

She sprung up and away from me, saying “we should get home!” and moving to leave. I followed her to the car. We sat in the car silently for a while, until she quietly said “I guess we probably shouldn’t talk about that” and drove us home. I was frozen on the spot, I wanted to say something, tell her that I’d liked it and that we should not feel ashamed about what we did… but I didn’t say anything. I couldn’t tell if she regretted it or not.

I still slept in her bed that night, my body screaming at me for release, and I wanted to make a move so badly, I wanted to talk about it, tell her that I’d liked it and was attracted to her, and that I wanted to do it again. But I couldn’t make a move. We continued to hang out, meet guys, share her bed after partying til early in the morning. We never did anything again, and we never really talked about what happened.

But still…. I will never forget that electric feeling.

Her finger, sliding between my pussy lips. Easily parting them with my wetness. I replay it in my head over and over. Even now as I’m reaching my mid-30’s, I imagine what it felt like when I finger myself.

Our friendship fizzled out not longer after high school. She moved away, got married, the usual. I thought I’d never really talk to her again – until she contacted me out of the blue several years later, inviting me out to dinner with her and her husband to catch up.

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I met them at their hotel, and we took an uber to get dinner and drinks. We laughed and had an amazing time. I could feel amazing chemistry between them, and I was having a blast hanging out with them. When we got back to the hotel, though, they seemed concerned that I shouldn’t drive, and invited me up to the room ‘to sober up.’ I felt perfectly fine – I had carefully paced my drinking and eaten – but I didn’t want to worry them so I went along with it.

They poured drinks in the room, and said I could sober up if I wanted, but I was welcome to keep drinking and just sleep on the other queen bed in the room.

It was at that point that I had some suspicions. And the thought really excited me.

I drank. They drank. We laughed and reminisced about high school – and she surprised me by talking so openly about all the guys we’d fucked when we were younger. He didn’t seem bothered, in fact, he asked a lot of questions about our conquests – and then she finally blurted out “I told him that I fingered you once.” I laughed – was this really happening? And stammered out something like “yeah, uh, that was fun…“

Then he asked if I still liked to have fun.

I said yes.

She pounced on me like an animal, passionately kissing me as he softly bit my neck and started pulling my shirt over my head. It was a blur of hands and tongues. Clothes tumbled to the floor and they pushed me back onto the bed, lying down on either side of me. They kissed each other, they too turns kissing me.

His hands were all over my pussy, and she squeezed my breasts, lightly twisting my nipples. She sucked them, and he licked his finger and slid it inside my pussy. It was already wet. He stood and positioned himself at the foot of the bed, hooking his arms around my thighs and pulling me down to the edge.

He pushes my legs high in the air, and slides inside me. He starts slow, but speeds up and starts pounding me, hard. I have my hand on my clit, furiously rubbing it as he fucks me. She’s stroking my breasts, kissing me, fingering herself. He flips me over, I’m on my knees. She kisses him as he pushes deep inside me. My cheek on the bed and my ass in the air, I close my eyes and just concentrate on the feeling of getting filled up fucked.

He tells me to straddle his cock. Right as I slide myself down onto him, she straddles his face – we ride him together, kissing each other as he eats her pussy. The sound of him slurping her sent me over the edge, and I started to tense up. I pushed down on this cock hard as my pussy started to pulse and contract as I came.

He moaned and grabbed my hips as I writhed around on top of him. He tensed and shook as he came inside me. It felt incredible.

I slid off him and lay next to her, panting. He wasn’t going to leave her hanging so he dove right in between her thighs and kept sucking on her clit and fingering her. We gently kissed as he fucked her with his face – and her breathing got faster and sharper until suddenly she arched her back and cried out.

We passed out, tangled together.

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I woke in the middle of the night to some movement. She was in the middle, spooning me. He was behind her, and I could hear the wetness of her pussy as he slowly slid his cock in and out of her. I couldn’t believe how hot it made me, waking up to them fucking, and I slid my hand down behind me and rubbed her clit. My other hand slid between my own legs. My pussy felt like it was on fire.

I swirled my fingers on her clit at the same speed as my own, and I felt like I was going to explode. I started to come and pushed three fingers up inside myself so I could feel the pulsing of my pussy squeezing down over and over as I climaxed. He must have liked sound of that, because he pulled out, got on his knees above us and sprayed us both with his cum as we spooned.

The next morning I woke early and whispered goodbyes while they were still only half awake and slipped out of the room.

I find myself thinking about that night a lot.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7b3o5u/making_my_ffm_fantasy_come_true_long