[FF]ucking over my friends fiancé

I’m back and with another story for you guys. This one I’m not proud of….. that’s a lie. I’m really proud of this one, though it probably means I’m a bad person. This takes place several months after the my time with Anna. I had just left my job and moved home to sort out my next steps, I’d just turned 20 and was back at home with mom and dad. Wonderful.

I was doing some part time work to keep learning but I was getting more and more fed up. It seemed like my whole family had taken my Ex’s side and couldn’t see why I wouldn’t give him another chance. Also being back at home after having the freedom of living by myself was particularly grating. In the midst of all this my old best friend from high school had was getting married and despite the fact that we’d drifted apart invited me to her low key Hen party to recconnect. Again wonderful.

Now whilst we’d drifted apart since high school. During that time we were inseparable, and though due to this subs guidelines won’t let me discuss it in that time on more than one occasion we did some exploring. Cough cough, wink wink. Though a year or so after high school Jane (as she shall be known) met her fiancé (then boyfriend) and got herself pregnant, I became a Chef. Still trying to figure out who made the more damaging life choice. So now with a young kid they decided that they should get married hence the Hen party. Jane has dyed long blonde hair and she’s a little taller than me, with large breasts that have only gotten bigger after the pregnancy, as has the rest of her. Not to say that she’s fat but whereas in high-school she was slim now she’s curvy and softer I’d say it suits her . For the party she was in a lovely white and pink dress that hugged her figure and showed off her breasts her hair was wavy and free, here makeup as always was impeccable. Sadly in more recent years she seems to have developed an affliction that causes her to turn orange. Weird.

Still I arrived at the future mother of the grooms house leaving my inappropriate gift in the car and briefly banging my head against the steering wheel as the only person I knew was Jane, not to mention the only people she seemed to have invited was other moms, not that that’s a bad thing but seeing as I spent every day in a male dominated kitchen I had to make conscious effort to not swear like a sailor, make dick jokes and avoid calling one of them a cunt. Checking my makeup, I had briefly entertained the idea of toning down my appearance to not draw attention to myself. Instead I had freshly dyed my fringe three shades of purple, green and teal, and done something similar with my eyeshadow. My dress was again teal and lacy, surprising girly for me, though it did show off my tattoos.

As I entered the garden party which I’ve got to say is about the worst excuse for a hen party I can imagine, who wants strippers, vodka and clubs when you can have Prosseco and a fucking hedgehog?(I don’t know if a hedgehog is an English thing, Its not a real hedgehog okay? Though it might be a more acceptable culinary contribution if it was). The chef in me was appalled at the buffet and the cynic in me appalled at the people. I was 20! Why do they look at me with pity because I’m single, unmarried and without any children! Besides that why is that all they want to talk about? Literally all Jane had told them about me was that I’d sort of recently broken up with my Ex, so that was the entirety of every conversation! Thank god the prosecco was cold and plentiful.

An eternity later the party was winding down and me and Jane, after I got roped into helping clean up, walked back to her moms house who was staying at her boyfriends. As we’d both been drinking it had all been arranged before and would give us a chance to catch up properly. Pausing only to grab my overnight bag we got there quickly. Tossing my bag into the spare bedroom we both collapsed on the sofa and started talking and catching up. When away from all her new friends she quickly became the girl I remembered and hours passed quickly as we chatted away. After a few more drinks she nudged me with her bare foot “Do you remember the stuff we used to do?” She asked waggling her eyebrows ridiculously. “Do I remember when I used to get you off and you never reciprocated?” I said taking a sip of my drink as she gasped and kicked me “That’s not true!” She whined “You loved doing it!” Shaking my head in disbelief at her recollections. In high school when we’d fool around it was always based around her pleasure as she ‘wasn’t gay’ but was more than happy for me to please her. I don’t think she ever licked me once, which when I told her made her splutter and almost spit out her drink “Well it’s not like I’ve done that to anyone! You were the only girl I’ve been with!” I stood, becoming a little hurt and angry the entire day catching up with me as I ran my fingers through my hair “Come on Jane. It wasn’t like you were ever really with me. I was a glorified sextoy. Like everything else it was all about you.” Sighing I realised that I probably crossed a line and continued “Sorry. Look I’m just going to go to bed okay?” Leaving her there I made my way upstairs to the guest room.

I stepped inside and quickly took off my dress, hanging it on the back of the door. In matching lace teal panties and bra I lay on the bed. I knew that I’d have to take my makeup off before sleeping and was just trying to calm down before I had to emerge from that room again. A few minutes later Jane entered my room and stood at the end of my bed “Tasha, I’m sorry okay? I know I was a bitch and probably still am but don’t leave it like this we’ve had such a nice time.” She took a seat on the bed “Please Tash,” placing her hand on my bare thigh “I really want to be friends again, I’ve missed you and no one else really knows me, not like you.” I sigh and look at her realising that she was upset and I was making trouble over stuff that happened years ago “It’s fine Jane, I was just being silly okay?” She looked at me and scooted close giving me an awkward hug especially since I was lying down and she was sitting with our cheeks pressed together she whispered “Can I make it up to you now?” I nodded not completely sure what she meant and not trusting myself to speak. Still wearing her dress she got off the bed and leaned over me, kissing be briefly she moved down and slowly slid my panties down my legs setting herself between them and lifting my legs over her shoulders. Now so close to my pussy she looked nervous and looked up at me “Just lick it Jane, like I used to for you.” I said placing my hand in her hair and guiding her. Once she’d been told she gave me a gentle lick as if she was testing it before she settled in closer and began to eat my pussy. Now I’m not going to lie and say it was perfect, but she did her best and to be fair she was enthusiastic. With some gentle guidance it wasn’t long before she had me writhing in pleasure, each small movement of her tongue teasing me and causing spurts of pleasure to course through my body, then she found my clit. “Lick and suck it” I demanded as I pulled her tighter against me, now that I was enjoying myself any worries about her comfort completely gone. Beginning to gyrate my hips on her face and smearing my wetness across her lips and cheeks my legs began to tremble and shake as I gasped and tensed as Jane for the first time made me cum.

Now I’m not usually a fan of making people wait for a second part of a story, however this is getting pretty long. So I’ll get working on the second half, hope you’ll all look forward to it!

Tash

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