The one where my friend pimped me out for drugs [MF]

*This one isn’t one of my favorite sexual experiences or anything. It’s just something that happened out of nowhere and ended up being pretty fun with a good surrounding story (at least in my opinion). This isn’t actually something I thought about posting, but somehow conversations with people on here inspire me to post certain memories I never thought would be that interesting.*

C**haracters in this story:**

**Me:** 5’4 brunette of Italian descent. Slim body, nice ass, 32B boobs. 21 at the time of this story (college junior) and wearing a long-sleeved, scoop-neck red formfitting mini dress with a black belt around the waist.

**Grace:** One of my good friends to this day (also 21and a junior in this story), Irish-looking but with her hair dyed dark brown (naturally lighter reddish brown). Wears black all the time, combat boots, and fishnets. Also wears a leather moro-style jacket often, which I have one similar to. Into smoking pot, doing cocaine, and bumming smokes off f whoever when she’s drunk.

**Anthony:** Very attractive pot-head a year ahead of me in college (a 22 year old senior in this story). Always had a good supply of drugs and willing to share with girls. Hot, but literally no real chemistry with him.

Of course, it was junior year of college. I had gone a bit wild, after just getting out of an abusive relationship. One night, I was out with friends at the local college bar up the street from my on campus apartment. Grace and I were the last 2 out after the others went back to their apartments. I was getting a LOT of male attention that night, which I attributed to the fire-engine red dress that stood out in the crowd. However, I was surprisingly not in the mood for sex that night . This is extremely odd for me. Anyway, drunk me was pissed off and only wanted to get back to the apartment for my chips and salsa and cold water that would prevent a hangover back when I was 21 like I was in this story. I was developing feelings for someone who I shouldn’t have , and I found out he was back with his girlfriend he had been on a break from. I was also just annoyed to have feelings in general at that point In all honesty, I just didn’t; have an interest in getting laid.

So Grace and I left the bar right around last call. She saw this guy named Anthony she knew and asked him for a smoke. We chatted a bit while they were smoking, and Grace knew he usually had a supply of pot, which she happened to be in the mood for that night. I was pretty drunk, and didn’t hear every word everyone said during this conversation on the way to the apartment. Apparently, Grace at some point whispered to Anthony that I wanted him. This is why he followed us back to the apartment. When we got there, I just got my food and water and really didn’t pay much attention to him despite his efforts. Grace kept asking him to get his weed and come back, so he did. We smoked in the bathroom of the on campus apartment with the shower on (not in the shower..). After, we were on our way to bed, and I was still oblivious to the fact that Anthony wanted me and thought I wanted him. Instead of leaving the apartment when Grace went down the opposite end of the hall to her room, he followed me past the apartment’s door to my bedroom. I was confused, and after about 2 lines of conversation, he realized what Grace had done. I felt bad, but still wasn’t in the mood for sex. Anthony offered to give me.a.massage because he knew something was stressing me out, and of course, I naively accepted.

So we go into the my room and I finally take my heels off and lay face down on my bed, still in that skin-tight red dress. It rode up a bit as I laid down on those weird extra long twin-sized beds that left no option but for Anthony to climb directly on top of me. He started massaging me on the shoulders, neck, and back, which felt pretty amazing to be completely honest. At this point, the alcohol is starting to wear off, and I really only took maybe 2 hits while they were smoking. I was sobering up, and starting to relax a bit. Yeah, maybe I had feelings for the guy in my classes, but the guy in my bed was hot, despite my lack of chemistry with him. I still wasn’t sure I wanted to fuck him yet, but I was starting to feel turned on. He asked me if I wanted to change to make it easier to massage me,since it was difficult while still wearing a bra under my dress and all. Instead of just changing in to my little pajama shorts and tank top, I just took the dress and bra off, leaving myself naked in my bed with the exception of my red lace thong. I let him massage my back, neck, sides/sideboob , and finally he made it down to my ass. He was really excited about this. I love when my ass is massaged, smacked, and otherwise played with, so at this point I could feel myself really starting to get wet. That was unexpected, but I think I was already sick of those newly developed feelings for the guy I previously mentioned. You know what they say… the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else. That’s what I decided I should do (side note: this has never worked for me and it is not for lack of trying).

My mind was made up, I was going to fuck him, because he wanted to fuck me and I needed to fuck someone to get over my silly crush on the tool from class. I told him to stop massaging, and I flipped over. He climbed back on top of me with enthusiasm and started a frenzied make-out session full of neck-biting and nails digging into my ass and boobs as he grabbed at my body. I have always been a bit of a closet freak, and the whole biting thing really turns me on, so I got pretty into it. However, I couldn’t match his enthusiasm as he literally ripped my thong in his haste to remove it and plunge his dick into my surprisingly soaking-wet pussy. I couldn’t believe that with such minimal build-up he could slide in with such ease. He fucked me hard and fast with my legs up over his shoulders in missionary, then doggy style, while roughly pulling my hair. The rough stuff gets me good, so I came after only few minutes of doggy. He finished shortly after.

Like I said at the very beginning of this post, this was not by any means the best sex of my life or any kind of defining moment for me, but it was some decent sex and it came about in an interesting way. ‘ I definitely have better stories, and will be posting more soon… :)

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/96dw4n/the_one_where_my_friend_pimped_me_out_for_drugs_mf

3 comments on “The one where my friend pimped me out for drugs [MF]

  1. God r/opiates has ruined me. I was expecting this to go something like “our dealer was really disgusting, but I promised my friend heroin and this was now our only option…”

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