[MF] Always knew sleeping with a friend’s a bad idea [First post]

Hey all, been lurking here for awhile, but thought today’s a good day to start sharing instead! First post, so please be kind with your comments :D

So it all started like 10-ish years ago, where I started following this sex blog of K’s. She had a lot of opinions that I shared, especially around relationships and cheating/sex. I found out she was local as well, so I started emailing her. We became good friends, had long chats on MSN for hours (during work), and started meeting for lunches because it turned out our offices were 10 mins away. We were both attached then, which meant that we very rarely meant outside work.

It was, purely platonic then, we could tell each other everything and there was no judgement. Who we were sleeping with other than our partners, who we wanted to sleep with, how our rendezvous with other people went, nothing was out of bounds.

This went on for years, while we were still dating our then partners. We drifted apart for a bit, when she got married, but still made a point to meet up occasionally for lunch and catch up. Guess growing older (and more sensible) meant we had less to share, since we stopped being stupid and doing crazy things. And then I had to move overseas for work, so catching up outside work was no longer an option.

Until this one time I went back for a visit, and thought I’ll arrange to meet with her to catch up. Turns out, her husband was out of town for work, so we manage to meet for dinner. That was nice, it was like old friends catching up but the sexual tension was…intense, at least to me. But we’ve been friends for like 7 years by then, so I didn’t want to risk our friendship by trying something silly, like sleeping with my friend who’s married and now has a kid.

So nope, I didn’t make that move, even though she had her hand on my leg on the cab ride home, and said she didn’t really want to go home. (Such an idiot I am, I know. I confess I did go home later and fapped about what could’ve happened…but anyway.)

We shared some text the next day, and decided to meet up for dinner again. This time, she asked if i wanted to just get takeaways to eat at her place instead since it was empty and it was easier to chat. Believe it or not, I actually believed that. (Yep, seriously an idiot.)

Dinner was finished, drinks were had, and we ended up watching tv with her sitting right beside me. By then, she was leaning into me, and rubbing my thigh with her fingers. I recall feeling myself getting harder, and it felt like my boxers were getting tighter, and my skinny jeans was making it really uncomfortable. Then her fingers went higher, and I couldn’t resist it anymore.

I turned around, put my hand on her face and we started kissing passionately. My hands went under her top, feeling every inch of the skin on her back, and her tummy. Our tops came off, and I vividly remember the purple lacy bra she was wearing. I started kissing her ears, breathing into them and worked my way down her neck, her collarbone and part of her boobs that weren’t covered by her bra.

She started moaning gently, so I knew I was doing the right things. Then again, by then we already knew what our kinks and triggers are, so we had something to work from. I reached behind her to unhook the clasps of her bra, exposing those perfect boobs that fit nicely in my hands, and her hard nipples that I squeezed between my fingers. This went on for a bit, fingering her nipple and pinching them with my thumb, until my kisses made my way to her nipples.

Think it was while I had her nipple in my mouth and tongue drawing circles around it when I noticed her curtains weren’t shut, which meant the residents of the apartment block across her could easily become the audience for our tryst. That probably was the first time I knew I enjoyed being watched, and apparently, hers as well.

Then, she pushed me onto the couch, knelt down in front of me and unbuckled my stubborn jeans. They were skinny jeans after all…but once she got her way with it, my eager cock pushed against my boxers, relieved at being released at long last. The boxers were next to go, and now my cock’s exposed to her. Using her fingers, she wet the tip of my cock with my precum, and gave it a few good jerks, while I shut my eyes and arched my back in ecstasy.

It was then I felt her moist mouth wrapping around my aching cock, her tongue now replacing her finger on its tip. I honestly didn’t know how long I could last while she did this, so I tapped her shoulder to get her to slow down. Instead of stopping, or slowing down, she pushed me down again and went even faster, alternating between squeezing my balls, and jerking off my shaft.

Of course I came before long, and…she swallowed all of it, and proceeded to lick my cock clean after. Strangely, my cock was still rather hard but I knew I had to wait, and had to return the favour. I pulled her up, removed her skirt and matching lacy panties, then made her kneel on the couch, butt facing me.

I recall kneeling behind her, and running my fingers up and down her thighs, to where her sex was before stopping, repeating this routine a few times. Every time her moans get more intense, urging me to continue, to go further. I finally gave in, and starting rubbing her pussy slowly, starting with the area around it and then continue spreading her wetness all around it. This drove her (and me) crazy, so I just went harder and harder, until she was close and slid a couple of fingers up her pussy instead.

It wasn’t that long before she came and collapsed on the couch, with my fingers still inside her, still going. I wasn’t gonna let her off this easily, so I took my fingers out and spread her cheeks, giving me a good view of her ass and pussy, before plunging my face into it. That surprised her and she let out a gasp in response.

My tongue went to work immediately, targeting her clit, licking it hard while slurping as much of her delicious wetness. I felt her tense up after awhile, and had to try to slide my tongue up her pussy, only to draw more wetness out of her. Before long, my finger’s joined the action on her clit, while my mouth continued working on her pussy. I think she came again, before turning around and whispered, “I want you inside me…please…”

With that, I felt my cock energised again (though achy) but I really wanted this too. I stood up, took my excited cock with my hand and rubbed it against her wet, wet pussy. Her moans were just urging me to slide it in, so I did, pushing my hard cock into her pussy real slowly, inch by inch.

I felt her wetness covering my cock, and rolling down my shaft, on to my balls. Grabbing her waist with my hands, I started pumping into her. Slowly and gently, before slowly increasing the intensity and soon I was pumping my cock into her. By then, we were both covered in sweat and I was losing my grip on her.

I was glad I had already came once, else this would’ve been over already. Instead, we fucked like that for awhile, before she signalled for me to sit back down again. Straddling over me now, she grabbed my cock and slid it back up her sex. If it was dripping wetness on my cock earlier, it’s now drenching in it, not that I’m complaining. She started moving up and down up my cock, stroking it with every motion, her lovely boobs bouncing up and down, until I decided I needed her nipples in my mouth again.

Again, this went on for a bit until she came again, but I knew I couldn’t be too far away. Pushing her back down lying on the couch now, I entered her again, raising her legs into the air while I pumped into her. My head was light, but the pleasure was immeasurable.

I fucked her as hard as I could, until I was close. I was going to pull out and cum on her boobs, but she grabbed my hand and mumbled, “Cum inside me please. I’m on the pill and I really want you to cum inside me…” Quite honestly, I think that pushed me off the edge and I blew my load inside her, her pussy clenching my cock, squeezing every drop of cum into her, before slumping onto her. I remember we both chuckled at it, and the first thing she said after we caught our breathe was, “What took us so long?”

We then proceeded to have a shower, and laid in the bed as what we were, chatting like old friends, but naked and basking in the after-sex glow. It was great, having a great friend that you can talk to and fuck with. Or so we thought. Spoiler, we’re not quite friends anymore, although we did have a couple more sessions. I still can’t quite decide if the sex’s what made us drift further apart, or would we have anyway?

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/96nkiv/mf_always_knew_sleeping_with_a_friends_a_bad_idea