Hi ! The response to my previous post was kind of sufficiently positive. So, I decided to write more. It is kind of long so, bear with me.
Some background about myself, I am a 21 year old [F].
This happened in my first year of college. I was in a relationship and we were very far. And we also couldn’t afford seeing each other too often. Having an almost insatiable sexual desire, long distance was barely working for me. I wanted to fuck. Since, I was new to the university, I couldn’t be my slutty self. I was scared of being judged (Now I walk around without a bra and one can definitely see my nipples. I don’t mind the attention at all). I made one friend and and Let’s call him Alex. He was very shy. He has very gentle features. He is someone who is extremely pleasant to look at. I won’t call him handsome but, he is definitely above average. Barely spoke enough to sustain a conversation. We just used to hang out in his room and watch random shit. He later told me that he had a gf. So, he was in a long distance thing too.
Once he told me about that, i consciously made an effort to not want to fuck him. Carelessly brushing against each other was quiet common. It used to leave me wet and him hard. We used to spend most of the day just lying on the bed wanting to touch each other and finding excuses to get closer. Both of us were scared and he didn’t want to cheat as well. Obviously, I lost it first. I couldn’t take the sexual tension anymore and I just went ahead and kissed him. To my surprise, he didn’t respond in kind. He pushed me back and asked me to leave. After that incident it got pretty weird. We used to avoid each other and I honestly hated him.
Fast Forward a month, i got to terms with the fact that he was in love with his girlfriend and I was fine with him not liking me. Shit then went south. We started hanging out regularly again. He had three other guy friends. so, it was always late night movies with three other guys. He used to rub my inner thigh in a very annoyingly sensual way and, it was enough to turn me on. He knew he was totally in control of me. He relished his feeling. He used to stroke my neck, grab my hair, run his hands through it, fondle my breasts, nibble my ear, all in front of those other three guys. He also used to “accidentally” touch my pussy just to see how wet it was. And, when he knew it was sufficiently wet and my whole body was basically crying for him to fuck me, he used to move away. They used to pretend to not see anything. These small things – we never talked of them. They used to happen, everyone knew but, everyone pretended to not see including him and me. He used to tease me to the point where i had to vigorously masturbate everyday – multiple times, just to relieve the sexual frustration.
After a month more of this, one fine day during another such late night movie thing, he took my hand and put it on the bulge in his pant. He obviously wanted me to tend to it. Like a good girl, I obliged. I started stroking it. I obviously couldn’t finish as there were others present. After this, we started meeting more frequently and started kissing too. I learned how to give blowjobs on him. And we never talked about us or our respective relationships. We literally never talked. After this point, we were just meeting to sexually pleasure each other. Sadly, it didn’t last long though. I wanted something more substantial and I asked him out. He said no and it was obvious that he clearly didn’t want me. And by then his gf started suspecting him of cheating and he was in a lot of shit. I had multiple problems of my own to deal with. So, we slowly drifted apart and I broke up with my boyfriend and started dating another guy.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/99pg2o/frustrating_sexual_encounters_with_a_male_friend