We’ve all had that friend. You see him or her often, dressed nicely for class or work, looking good. Clothes nicely conforming to what you assume is a great body, but.. ah.. you two are just friends by association. You barely have anything in common. Still though, you can’t help but let your mind wander from time to time, Do her breasts fill out that bra and what color are her nipples? Is his penis large, small, somewhere in between? Do they shave their pubic hair, trim, keep it natural? No, no, you’ll never know. You two always say hello in passing, you’ve had a few shallow conversations about classes, weather, but you’ve known each other for a few semesters now and it’s pretty clear you would never be a good cople. He’s interested in video games, she’s interested in anime, he’s into college football, she’s into dancing… You two are both relatively attractive and you’ve certainly undressed him or her once or twice in your imagination, but you’re just friends.
Well this is a story about one of those relationships.
A couple of years ago during winter break from my university most of my roommates and neighbors had gone home for the holiday. A few of us worked or had other obligations keeping us up around campus. One Friday evening her roommate, a pretty good friend with most guys in my apartment, was hosting a dorky “popcorn and movie party” at their house. It was for anyone and everyone still around campus. None of my roommates were home, so I went over alone. There were about 10 of us there, plenty of popcorn, soda, and the movie Avatar. I plop down on the couch next to a girl I sometimes have classes with, but zero attraction toward and we chat about the break, when we’re going home, things like that. The movie starts and we all watch rather intently.
You know that girl I was talking about in the first paragraph? She’s sitting about 150 degrees across from me, on another couch. She’s looking very casual and like she’s home. T-shirt, sweatpants, glasses, just a casual movie night, oh but she’s so attractive. Her breasts look so big in that tight shirt, but she’s fairly thin, is this an illusion of a bra accenting her well, or… I try not to focus on it. Avatar holds my interest well enough, but I can’t help but steal a look at her now and then. She’s sitting with her legs bent, feet up on the couch. I wonder if she steals looks at me? I’m dressed a little more nicely, but not much; jeans, sweater …Santa cap. That black shirt of hers is so tight, I can see her bra outline and… oh, great, she probably just caught me looking at her. Oh well, she’s almost right across from me, it’s a natural place to stare, but I’ll stop. We’re have so many mutual friends. I don’t want to make things weird. More popcorn, more soda, eventually Avatar ends.
It’s 11 PM. Most people are putting coats on and heading out. My just-friend suggests putting on another movie. She picks one of little interest, and I don’t even recall what. Most people are putting coats on and heading out, work tomorrow, research responsibilities, but I’ve got no place to be. I’ll stick around for another movie. It’s just 4 of us left. My just-friend, her roommate, some guy her roommate sometimes dates, and myself. The roommate makes some more popcorn and we all pile on the central couch to be in front of the TV. Within about 20 minutes the roommate and the other guy leave together.
Well, just us, and a couch. I tease her, “Well, I guess we scared everyone off.” She laughs, “Hah, yeah. Guess so.” We casually smile at each other, for a few seconds too long. Well shit, I’m pretty sure I just communicated without words that sometimes I wonder how her hips curve or how soft her breasts are, but wait, she smiled back that whole time. Has she had those kinds of thoughts… no… by this point we’re sitting pretty close. She’s cross legged on the couch facing me with her hands on her knees. I’m slouched in the corner. I put my hand on hers and she turns around as she lays in front of me on the couch, her head on the arm rest. I slouch in behind her and place an arm around her. We resume watching the movie, except neither of us are watching. I’m too distracted moving my hand around her torso, feeling just below her bra underwire. She’s holding my other hand, caressing it, exploring it, my arm.. As I lay there behind her, I feel my penis lightly brush her incredibly firm ass now and then. We relax and stop exploring, my heart is pounding, hers must be as well.
A few minutes pass and I start feeling pressure against my groin. Is that intentional? No, we’re just cuddling, staying warm, it’s 20 degrees out. Again, pressure against my groin. I uh.. I’ll press back. She holds firmly. Now I’m starting to get aroused. Oh wow, this is not at all how I imagined tonight going. Does she notice that I’m about 40% aroused? Is she okay with this? I move my hand to her hip, and slip a few fingers below her waistline. With my fingertips on her hip I pull her closer. She pushes her body harder against mine and begins a rhythmic motion. There’s no hiding that I’m completely hard now, and there’s no hiding that she’s fully into it. I run my hand up her shirt, between her breasts. They fill out her bra so well and.. her clip is right here, in front, asking me to undo it. I do, and to my surprise there’s a pressure release as two large, firm breasts push the bra away. I didn’t expect this on her rather small frame, but they’re actually larger than they look in clothes and her bra is too tight. I feel around and explore her erect nipples and cleavage which is now collecting sweat.
We’re in her front room, other people are home, we should go, but… her room is occupied and this is fun!
She turns onto her back, legs apart, fully clothed. I lean in-between her legs and we kiss for the first time. As we kiss passionately for the next couple minutes we are grinding away through our clothes. This feels so silly! I reach down and undo the knot on her sweatpants and slide them down, revealing very smooth and very attractive lady bits. Her hands are at my belt, undoing it frantically, freeing up my penis from its far too tight home. I’m trimmed, but was not expecting this tonight, so maybe not as trimmed as I’d like to be.
Here we are, in her front room, pants at our ankles and other people home. I say to her, “I want you so badly.”
She responds, “I need this.”
I lower myself into her incredibly wet vagina. We both gasp in unison and begin nice and slowly. The rhythm is perfect, like we’ve done this together before, but before about 30 minutes ago I didn’t even know she had any attraction to me. I lift her shirt up, above her breasts which hold substantial form for her being on her back. Light colored, soft toned, oversized areola with large nipples – absolutely beautiful. She pulls my shirt off. We continue, eventually pulling a blanket from the floor over the bottom half of us, and just in time because…
Steps!!
Her roommate and .. male friend? are coming down the stairs. I stop. “No! Please, keep going, so close!” she says as she continues thrusting her pelvis into me, in a slightly-rotational motion. Who am I to question a woman in her own house? I oblige and she yells, “Don’t come in here!” She doubles down on her motion. I’m so turned on by this, I push down the fact that we’re essentially caught. I rejoin her motion and keep thrusting. The steps go away. Muffled moans as she grabs my ass tightly and pulls me balls deep inside of her. I feel little pulsations from her vagina on my penis.
“Don’t stop. I’m close too!” I say. She keeps going, moans now less muffled. About to cum I pull out and she grabs my penis, finishing me all over her stomach.
We lay there, slightly defeated and shocked. “I didn’t see this evening going this direction…,” She tells me. “…but I’m happy it did.”
I smile, “Me too. I’ve been attracted to you for probably longer I want to admit to. I didn’t think we had anything in common, but this.. wow..” I trail off
She smiles, kisses me in that innocent, playful, post-sex manner, “Thank you.”
“No, don’t thank me. That was incredible.”
“I know. I needed that more than you know.”
“Me too. Me too.”
Knowing her room was occupied. I invited her back to my house. She declined. I left 30-45 minutes later as though we just finished watching the second movie. I never did ask why she ‘needed that’. We remained friends for years after that, casually hooking up about once every 4-6 months, sometimes once, sometimes multiple times over a week. We never really dated, or talked about our relationship, but everyone knew and would occasionally tease about it. We were comfortable with that and neither of us tried to push it further. It was truthfully one of the strangest relationships I ever had, but it was beautiful in its own right. Though our lifestyles and interests remained very different, we became more and more comfortable sexually, and it was always incredible. One evening, probably 18 months later, I remember laying under the stars in a canyon, naked, having snuck away from out camping group for some alone time and her telling me, “I love how I can be a slut with you, but never feel like a slut. I’m never ashamed.” I really appreciated that. I reciprocated those feelings fully and I told her this, but still – we were only friends, and barely interacted with each other when among a larger group.
I’ve since moved across the country and we don’t really stay in touch, but I see her photos on Facebook now and then and can’t help but remember some mind-blowing evenings we had together. I wonder if she does the same.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7kyquu/mf_i_suppose_we_were_more_than_casual_friends_or
I loved this story and the way it was written. Thanks for sharing.