Driving [f]our hours to cheer up [m]y FWB.

*Disclaimer: This story is probably pretty vanilla as far as this subreddit goes – it’s just a fun, memorable experience I was recently reminiscing about so wanted to write it out. So if wild, kinky, risque stories are your kinda thing, this probably won’t do it for you!*

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James and I first met back when we were both young, horny uni students. We were part of the same friendship circles and while we quickly realised that our personalities were too different for a relationship between us ever to work, we did discover that we were really sexually compatible and started a great FWB arrangement (which I swear was 95% responsible for getting me through uni).

After we both graduated, James moved interstate for work, and so while we’d still occasionally hook up for a night of fun if we were ever both single and found ourselves in the same city, or exchanged the odd dirty messages, it became much more about the ‘friend’ part than the ‘benefits’. We’d update one another on developments in our lives, give each other frank advice on stuff and lend an ear to each other whenever necessary.

Sadly, James’ mum was recently diagnosed with a chronic illness and he was taking it pretty hard. We had been exchanging messages about it throughout the night when he let the following slip:

*”It’s a little embarrassing to admit, but I think I just need a good fuck to take my mind off things.”*

*”Okay, be there in four hours* ?, I teased.

*”Ha, if only! Why don’t you live closer, Kel?”*

Now, I would consider myself a pretty nurturing friend. I’m pathetically empathetic and have a natural response to help out my mates however I can. On top of that, I must admit that I have a bit of soft spot for when guys show their vulnerability to me. I get the female version of a sympathy boner. PLUS, the sex with James is pretty damn good. So, in that moment, I let my female-sympathy-boner speak for me and I messaged back:

*”In all seriousness, you want a visitor? We could fuck or we could just hang – more than happy to come be your distraction this weekend.”*

There was a moment of silence from James as I’m sure he was a little surprised by my offer. I excitedly watched the little three dots on Messenger in anticipation of his response:

*”I mean, you know I always love to have you here, but are you serious? It’s so far for you to drive.”*

*”Dead serious. I’ll bring beers. See you at 10ish x”*

With that, I picked up a six-pack of his favourite beers and started the long drive interstate in the dark. My thoughts were a little conflicted on the drive up – on one hand, I was in serious concerned friend mode, but on the other, images of previous encounters with James filled my mind and I found myself getting rather worked up. As I readjusted in my car seat, I could feel that I was getting pretty wet down there. I was *really* looking forward to getting him naked again soon.

Some 380-odd kms later, I arrived at James’ place. When he opened the door, I could immediately that he looked pretty emotionally drained. But he gave me a half smile and said with a cute little sigh: *”Fuck Kel, I can’t believe you’re actually here”,* before wrapping me up in his arms in a warm embrace.

We cracked open the beers and chilled on the couch while we chatted. The conversation soon moved onto his mum and her diagnosis. He got a little choked up at points while speaking about her, which in turn, got me a bit emotional. I leaned in to give him a hug, and he just buried his face in my shoulder for a moment. In that second, me as a Kel the Awesome Friend just wanted to hold him close and make everything better. But me as as Kel the Fuck Buddy was suddenly very aware of every sensation – the heat of his body, the tickle of his breath against my skin, his hand laying softly on my hip…

I think James must have felt the same way as he readjusted slightly and started kissing my neck (my ultimate weakness… god.). Some involuntary moans escaped me as his kisses moved up my neck, across my chin and found their way to my mouth. I breathed in his familiar scent as our tongues explored each other’s mouths for what felt like forever. He pulled me into his lap so that I was straddling him, and he continued kissing me, incredibly passionately. His hands roamed down my body and pushed up the hem of my sun dress, his fingers cupping my ass and playing with the edge of my lace panties.

We didn’t exchange a single word as we continued to feel each other out, both physically and emotionally. I began slowly grinding myself against the bulge in his jeans. His hands continued to roam my body underneath the light material of my dress. At some stage, my dress came off, but in the blur, I honestly can’t even recall if I took it off myself or if he took it off me. Ditto with his jeans.

He lay me down on the couch as he pulled my panties off me. I helped him out of his briefs, before he gently pushed me back onto the couch, then reached down to circle my very wet pussy with his fingers. Then, with one leg tucked up on the couch and the other on the ground for leverage, he knelt over me and slowly pushed himself inside me. We’d fucked many times before, but each time, I am still somehow shocked at how well his cock fills me up. I gasped as he pushed his length inside me, then started sliding in and out of me in long, deep motions. I lifted my hips towards him with each stroke, so he could fill me just that bit deeper.

Sex with James has typically been very light-hearted. We’d joke around, chat throughout, get a little cheeky with one another. But tonight… this night was different. It was slow, passionate and emotional. This was stare-deep-into-one-another’s-eyes kinda sex. Dare I say, making-love kinda sex. And fuck it was good. At times, he would cup my face with his hand and stroke my cheek with his thumb, and at other times, he would lean in close towards me and keep kissing me, all the while, still fucking me with deep, purposeful strokes. So much more intimate than I was used to with him, but in that moment, it just felt right.

With his hands wrapped around my back, he swept me up off the couch as he leant back. With impressive ease, he lifted my body up and into his lap, and held me close as he continued to thrust into me hard and deep. His pace sped up and, with his hands now firmly on my hips, he guided my body up and down, pushing me harder onto his stiff cock with each motion. Our breaths heavied, our bodies were warm and glistening with sweat. With a grunt, he pulled my body down onto his as he exploded inside me. He held my body close as he emptied his cock deep inside my pussy. Our bodies both slumped in exhaustion onto the couch as we caught our breaths. Once my head stopped spinning, we cleaned each other up and returned to the couch, where we spooned naked and chatted some more until we both fell asleep, both physically and emotionally spent.

I awoke in the middle of the night, still naked and on the couch, to the feeling of hands roughly groping my chest. Then I felt a tongue on my pussy. I looked down in the darkness to find James’ head between my legs. He traced his tongue firmly along my pussy lips, sending a shiver down my body and waking me up and turning me on instantly. Sensing that I was now awake, he buried his face deeper into me and started licking and sucking hungrily, hardly even coming up for air. The more my body writhed from pleasure, the more forcibly he held me down and the deeper he sunk his face into my pussy. It didn’t take long for him to make me cum, and he held his tongue on me as my pussy pulsed away.

He then climbed up the couch to meet my eye line. The room was still dark, but by the slight glow of light cast from the nearby streetlight, I could clearly see a bit of a wild glint in James’ eyes. I knew he was horny and wanted more, and so did I. I shimmied by body down the couch so that my face met his cock. He was already very hard. I took him in my mouth and started sucking him, lapping up his precum and fondling his balls. God, I can never get enough of the taste of him. I usually start off slow and build him up, but tonight, James quickly took over and started thrusting into me. His hands found their way to the back of my head and he pushed me deeper and deeper with each stroke. I opened wider so I could take the length of him, and gagged a little as I felt his cock hit the back of my throat. I was determined to finish him off with my mouth, but James suddenly pulled me off him by my hair and bent me over the coffee table. With his fingers tangled in my hair for grip, he pushed his cock deep into me and fucked me rough and hard. It was like he was taking out all his emotional energy on me right at that single moment. He has using me as his toy, and I couldn’t get enough of it. Our bodies slapped together in the darkness as he continued pounding into me, and I cried out in pleasurable pain as he came inside me once more. Once again, we collapsed back onto the couch and fell asleep.

The next morning, James was more or less back to his usual self. We chatted, joked around and fucked few more times before it was time for me to start the long drive back home.

A night well spent, and I’d do it (and him) again in a heartbeat. The best kind of good deed includes doing the deed, heehee. I always like helping a friend out ;)

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9k5wxw/driving_four_hours_to_cheer_up_my_fwb