This is my first attempt at writing down some of my experiences two years ago while I was a British student studying abroad in the US. While I was there, I started a passionate affair with a gorgeous American girl called Natasha. I say affair because, unfortunately, it involved her cheating on her long-distance Spanish boyfriend, whom I never met. I also had a girlfriend when I first met Natasha, but I decided to end the relationship before things got physical with Natasha as I didn’t want to cheat. I feel bad that Natasha didn’t do this, but I didn’t question her decisions. Still, our affair was probably the hottest sexual experience I’ve ever had, so I hope you’ll enjoy reading about it. What made it particularly exciting was that it suddenly escalated from a very close friendship to an extremely sexual relationship.
Natasha and I met in our first week (we were grad students), and we were immediately very close friends. Natasha was taller than me, and had long, dark hair and a beautiful smile. She was beautiful, intelligent, opinionated, and yet sometimes a little bit awkward, which I found extremely cute. She liked wearing black dresses, which beautifully both concealed and emphasised her medium-sized, but perky and perfectly proportioned breasts. It was only much later that I learned how she moaned with pleasure when her nipples were pinched, and that she liked it I came on her breasts during sex… But for the first 13 weeks of our friendship, sex was hardly mentioned, and she even seemed a little bit prudish. Natasha was studying Spanish Literature, and we bonded over many late night chats about music, philosophy and academia. We often ate together with a small group of close friends, but we were the closest in our friendship group. I was attracted to Natasha as soon as I met her, but because I was still with my girlfriend from home I tried to stop thinking about that for a time.
I wouldn’t be able to keep this up for long. Occasionally, flirty signals were dropped: I remember asking her one day why she wasn’t wearing anything black one day, which she almost always did. She responded that her bra and panties were black today, then flushed and looked as if she hadn’t meant to say it. Another time, we were looking for something on Amazon on her computer and I saw she’d recently bought a vibrator. She snapped the laptop lid shut, awkwardly said something apologetic, and then laughed and said that as a feminist she shouldn’t be embarrassed about her masturbation habits. I laughed and said of course not, we all do it! She grinned and it felt like we’d got a little bit closer.
We got closer still when we started watching films together in the evenings. She’d started to come round my room most evenings to chat, and she started to introduce me to some of her favourite movies. Sitting on the couch together in the dark was heaven, and over the weeks we started sitting closer to each other. When our shoulders eventually touched, a thrill shot down my spine, and we sat like that all evening, feeling each other’s warmth. We didn’t made any further moves at this point – we both still had partners, and I was both extremely tempted and very guilty about it, even though I hadn’t done anything or even said anything properly flirty to her. At this point, I still wasn’t even 100% certain if she saw me as anything more than a friend.
A turning point came at the end of the first semester. We’d gone to a party together, and were on our way back. I was desperately hoping we could spend some more time together watching films that evening before she flew home. To my annoyance, another friend got in the taxi home and we were dropped off separately – I guess it says something about our intentions that neither of us ever discussed our film-watching with anyone else. On my way back home, we texted each other. After several messages, she told me she’d been hoping I’d come back to finish the film I was watching with her. Even though it was late, I immediately turned round and jogged to where she lived. Instead of watching Netflix, we just talked – for hours. Only towards the early hours of morning did the conversation turn even slightly sexual. We were talking about the ethics of the porn industry, but only in the abstract, when she suddenly said ‘but of course, that’s not my sort of porn anyway.’ I was shocked – we’d never spoken so explicitly about sex before.
Suddenly there was an outpouring of information – we talked about our masturbation habits, our favourite types of porn, her favourite porn stars (I’ve never been a big watcher of porn), and eventually, her favourite sexual positions. ‘I might as well just be explicit’, she told me, ‘I’ve always loved giving a guy oral sex. I know a lot of girls don’t like it that much, and my best friend thinks its gross and would never do it, but I’ve always found it extremely sexy to put such a sensitive part of a man in my mouth.’ I was turned on beyond belief, but I tried to remain cool. I told Natasha about my hottest sexual experiences, and you could almost smell the raging pheromones in the air. Eventually we lay down to sleep, but we were simply too horny – one thing led to another, and I was suddenly lying on top of her, both of us clothed, with my cock pressed firmly between her legs.
She gasped when she felt it, and her face and neck were flushed bright red. ‘Oh my god’, she said, ‘we can’t fuck now. Even though I want to so badly. I’ve got a boyfriend.’
’I know; I’m sorry. I want you so badly… but we mustn’t even kiss.’
‘God I want you to kiss me. And to touch my breasts. Fuck.’
‘I want to do so much more. I want you to suck my cock… I want to cum in your mouth’, I said with trepidation, not quite believing I had dared to be so explicit, or even rude.
But the reaction it had was unlike anything I’d ever seen. Natasha turned bright red and panted breathily, ‘Oh FUCK, FUCK, you do not know how much you just turned me on. FUCK. I want you to do that so badly. But you know I have a boyfriend… please… I want that so badly, but I don’t want to cheat, not now…’. She tailed off.
With a tremendous effort, I picked myself up, hugged her, and we decided to say goodbye – not without pressing into each other one more time so she could feel how unbelievably hard she was making me.
My head felt dizzy and spaced out; I was shattered and extremely horny. I eventually got back to my room, where I fell into a dreamless sleep. When I woke up, I had a message from her on my phone. ‘I can’t believe any of that happened. I’ve wanted you for so long and had no idea you felt the same way about me. It feels like a dream. I wish we could have done what we said we wanted to do to each other. But I’ve got a boyfriend, and I don’t know what to do. I want to see you again when I come back’.
So she went home for Christmas, but we kept texting each other, and our daily messages slowly escalated from discussing what had happened to increasingly explicit sexting marathons. When she came back, we ended up having the hottest – and most anticipated – sex I have ever had. I won’t give all the details now (I’ll leave that for next time), but we rapidly went from desperately trying to resist the temptation to touch and fondle each other, to her deciding that ‘just a blowjob’ would be enough to satisfy our urges for each other, to me gently sliding down her soaked panties after she begged me to spank her naked ass, to gently sliding my tip into her pussy ‘just to get it wet’, to finally lifting her legs up over my shoulders and pounding her hard, without a condom, against the bedposts while she covered her mouth with her hands so she wouldn’t scream with pleasure, before I pulled out and shot line after line of cum all over her naked body.
Our previously platonic friendship had suddenly changed a lot. But our new friendship, which involved almost daily sex and blowjobs and increasingly filthy conversations, had only just begun…
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So here’s a little more detail on what happened when we did finally meet again after the holidays. We’d been texting and sexting for weeks, slowly breaking more and more boundaries – she’d gone from saying ‘You’re my best friend and I never thought you’d like me like I like you… I can’t believe I told you I watch porn’ to saying things like ‘I want to lick your cock when I next see you : )’ We also sent a lot of sweet messages to each other as well – our relationship was very caring as well as hot, and this is one of the reasons it was so sexy.
When I did next see her, she’d just flown back. I was crazy with anticipation, and it took her a few hours to get ready and shower. She was nervous, and when she came round my room she looked beautiful and very innocent and sweet. Although we’d sexted a lot, we hadn’t had much experience talking that way in person, as we had always been a little reserved with each other as friends. When I saw her I hugged her. She froze, and hugged me back tightly. ‘Are you embarrassed?’ I said. ‘No! Yes!’ she replied, smiling shyly. We sat down on my sofa and I put my arm around her. She was tense and didn’t reciprocate immediately, but slowly she leant into me softly and I felt her surprising warmth against my side.
‘I’m so happy about everything that’s happened’, I said. ‘I really enjoyed our chats while you were away.’
She said nothing at first, but blushed and looked like she was fighting competing emotions inside her. Then she timidly placed a hand on my thigh.
‘I loved it. I loved everything we said’, she replied softly.
‘Me too. I love how sweet we were to each other… and how dirty we were too.’ She opened her mouth a little and made a little moan and I saw she was breathing fast and shallowly.
‘Everything we said… I want to do with you’, I said. We had agreed earlier in our messages that we wanted to take things a step further than last time, though we had also agreed that we mustn’t actually have sex since she still had a boyfriend. I had broken up with my girlfriend by this point, as I didn’t want to cheat on her. I accepted that Natasha might not want to cheat on her boyfriend, but I had done enough to appease my conscience, and I would not refuse if she changed her mind.
We had fantasised in our messages about getting naked in bed with each other ‘as friends’ and talking about our past sexual experiences. With this in mind, I suggested we get into bed. She got up and followed me. We got under the covers together and I put my arm around her, and my erection grazed her side through my trousers. Suddenly she blurted out, ‘I can’t have sex with you! And I can’t suck your cock! Even though I really want to!’
I was turned on by her sudden explicitness, and I said ‘I know. Of course.’ But I told her I wanted to at least see her breasts this time, and she hurriedly unbuttoned her shirt. She was wearing a lacy black bra that I could tell she’d chosen for the occasion, and, gently kissing her neck, I unhooked the clasp. Her milk white, B-cup breasts looked fantastic, like peaches, and her small nipples were pert and erect. I immediately fell to sucking and playing with them, and she moaned loudly. ‘Fuck! I wanted you to do this so badly last time!’
We had talked in our messages about masturbating next to each other instead of having sex, as (in her mind) this could just about not be considered cheating. With this in mind, I unbuttoned my jeans and pulled down my boxers. Then I lifted the covers. Her gasp was one of the hottest sounds I’ve heard – I still remember how it sounded. ‘But I can’t suck you off…’ she whispered. Nevertheless, she gently took my hand, placed my finger in her mouth and licked it instead. I then took my finger, now wet, and slid it along my engorged dick right up to the tip; she took it again and put it in her mouth, sucking gently. We continued this several times, growing more and more horny, the fact that we had promised not to have sex making our desire even stronger.
Suddenly I said ‘I want to put my cock on your cheeks’, and she nodded quickly, wide-eyed. I kneeled over her, and – I have no idea why I did this – pressed my cock shaft onto her cheeks, one after another. Her eyes practically rolled back in her head. As I moved my cock from one cheek to another, I felt her lips on my shaft, and I looked into her eyes. She looked wild with desire. Slowly, I pulled my cock back until the tip was just resting on her lips. A drop of precum glistened on my tip. She watched it start to roll down my dick, and then lapped it up with one lick of her soft tongue.
‘A blowjob isn’t really cheating’… she whispered, more to herself than to me. ‘It’ll stop us from doing anything really bad.’
And she slowly took my penis into her mouth, in by inch, her tongue swirling round my tip and my shaft, tasting and exploring me. She was very gentle to begin with, gradually taking more of me into her mouth and caressing me softly with her tongue.
Suddenly I was on my back and she was leaning over me, her lust taking over as she picked up the pace. Her tits jiggled slightly as she bobbed up and down, and the air was full of wonderful squelching, sucking noises.
‘Spank me…’ she whispered, taking my cock out of her mouth for second. We had talked about this before – nothing turned her on more. I had already pulled off her skirt; now I gently slid down her soaking panties to her ankles, feeling their warm wetness on my fingers. I told her to get onto all fours, and caressed an ass cheek softly. Then, without warning, I gave it a sharp, ringing slap. ‘FUCK!’ she moaned. I gently ran my finger along her pussy lips, and then slapped her ass again.
‘Harder!’ she cried. ‘Can you tell me I’m a cheating slut?’. We had established that she liked being degraded during sex, as long as she knew I cared about her and would never say it any other time.
‘You’re a filthy little whore, Natasha. I never even knew how much you liked to suck cock, or how wet having your ass slapped makes you. I hope you suck your boyfriend’s dick as well as you suck mine.’ I gave her a hard, ringing slap on the fleshy part of her ass cheek, and it left a stinging, red handprint. She groaned and spread her legs wider. I feasted my eyes on her glistening vulva and slid two fingers into her, feeling the warm texture of her pussy around my fingers. ‘Oh my god oh my god…’ she moaned into the mattress.
‘Let me jerk you off, please’, she begged. ‘I’m so worried I’m going to give in and really cheat’. She put her hands round my dick, and started to give me half a handjob, half a blowjob.
‘It’s a little bit dry’, I said. ‘Can I get some lube?’
‘Would you like me to spit on it?’ she said.
‘Sit up’, I said, and I lifted her so she was almost sitting on my dick. I gently slid my tip around her pussy lips until it was covered with her wetness. Then I slipped in the tip. ‘FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, I wish I didn’t know how good that felt’, she moaned, her breathing shallow, her pert nipples looking like they could cut glass.
Then with one movement, as if we both decided what we needed at the same time, she threw herself under me and spread her legs wide. I immediately lifted them up over my shoulders and sank my cock deep into her warm, wet pussy. We didn’t have time for a condom; she was supposedly on the pill because of her boyfriend, and we weren’t thinking about anything except how much we wanted each other.
‘Oh my god, I have needed this for so long!’ she shouted, as I thrust deeper and deeper into her. My room had neighbours next door – there was no chance they hadn’t heard we were having sex. She started to scream with pleasure, then clamped her hands over her mouth, resulting in a muffled moaning sound. I grabbed the bedposts with my hands and fucked her as hard as I possibly good.
‘Oh my god I love that!, she shouted. ‘No one has ever fucked my like this before!’ The talking in my neighbour’s room had stopped; I thought I heard girls giggling.
We fucked for what seemed like hours, trying every position known to man. I fucked her over my desk, up against my wall, over the sofa, and against my window, so anyone walking past would have seen her jiggling tits, her messed up hair, and her flushed body, streaked with sweat.
‘Where are you going to cum, baby?’, she moaned. Without saying anything, I pulled out of her pussy and shot ropes of cum all over her neck, tits, and stomach. I hadn’t fapped in days, and I was suddenly emptying my balls all over my best friend. ‘Fuck, fuck’ she gasped, ‘I love this!’ She later told me that it was like being rained on, and that she had found the fact that I had ignored her question and just done it the hottest thing of all.
Afterwards we ran to the bathroom and showered together, washing my cum off her body, kissing, giving each other oral sex and giggling. We stayed awake all night, talking, cuddling, kissing, and sharing dirty stories. In the morning, we fucked again (without a condom), and this time I came deep inside her. We didn’t leave the room until the afternoon, when we left to get the morning after pill. Before we left, she got down on her knees, fully clothed, and blew me once more. One of her signature moves was to open her mouth after a blowjob and show me her mouth full of white before swallowing. I think she had learned this from porn – it was extremely hot. The best displays were to come, though, as by this point I was pretty drained! It was the start of a long and very sexy friendship.
Hot as fuck. Occasionally, it pays to go off piste and look at stories outside the top rated. Good work, A Fellow Brit.
Why get the morning-after pill if she was already on birth control pills?
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Holy fuck those are hot stories! Well done!