Sneaky [F]uck Outside a Party with [M]y Ex’s Best Friend

I’m sharing the follow-up to my first story about myself and Kristen from my college days [link here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/a14c6s/revenge_fuck_with_my_exs_best_friend_on_her_desk/), glad people enjoyed hearing about it, writing it up was a nice break from my endless mountain of work. Fuck I miss college, and freedom.

Just a quick recap / scene-setter if you didn’t read the first story. I’m a mid/late 20’s dude now, but reminiscing on my college days. I’m 6-foot exactly and on the slimmer side, I do a lot of bouldering so I manage to keep solid muscle definition, I have pretty much the stereotypical skinny-climber-dude body type. I’ve got a nice set of tattoos and at the time of the story was going for a pretty hippy college look, I’d grown my dark curly hair out pretty long and paired it with a mix of scruff / five o’clock shadow I never paid enough attention to. Also I know it’s an r-gonewildstories stereotype of every story, but I do have a pretty solidly above average dick which is something that has always boosted my confidence in bed.

Kristen was a petite 5 foot 1, brown wavy hair, pale skin, lovely curves, a wicked smile that always made her look like she knew something you didn’t, and a wicked ass that she was almost too proud of, even if she deserved to be. She was also my most recent ex Jenna’s best friend, so really we shouldn’t have been fucking at all, and most certainly not in Jenna’s private study room on her desk. (See previous story obviously)

After we cleaned up and pulled ourselves together I walked her back to her place, stopping in most nooks and crannies along the way to make out and bask in the afterglow, but we were both spent from a night of partying hard and fucking harder, so there was no act 2 in store. Also realizing that we really shouldn’t be seen together when it was so obvious what we’d been up to, unless we wanted to become the latest piece of titillating gossip around our college, meant there was no sleepover in the cards. Still, the image of her looking back over her shoulder at me, bent over the desk, begging me to fuck her harder, was burned into my retinas as I went to sleep.

The next morning I woke up groggy, hung-over, but still distinctly triumphant. Some eggs and potatoes and I was feeling better than I had in weeks. My roommates and I all gathered most Saturday’s over the breakfast table to debrief from the night before and face the hangover together, but even when pressed about where I disappeared off to, I wanted to play the Kristen thing close to the chest. Not sure how well I pulled it off though, because immediately a snapchat notification from Kristen lit up my phone. It was her bare back in the mirror, the band of her underwear surreptitiously snuck into the shot. She’d captioned it simply “look what you did.” Bruises up and down her spine marred her pale skin, clearly the desk wasn’t the friendliest surface to go to town on.

I got some suspicious looks from my roommates as I ducked back into my room and snapped a quick pic in response, of the long tiger scratches her nails had left in my shoulders. “Hey you left me some souvenirs too.”

“I’d argue those are just a sign of a job well done” she shot back.

“I never said I was complaining. Sorry about your back though, I owe you one healing massage whenever you want to claim it.” I included a picture of the fancy looking massage oil I kept on hand to really drive my offer home.

She responded a little later “Not sure if having you on top of me again would be a good thing, you’d probably just do more damage.”

“I promise I’d be a perfect gentleman, honestly I’m really only concerned about your health, girls like you are delicate you know.” I knew that’d get her riled up, but I also wondered if maybe she’d found her moral compass in the morning and felt bad fucking around with her best friend’s ex. I wouldn’t begrudge her it but I was readying myself for disappointment.

I got a cheery snap back of her best smiling innocent look “I guess I’ll just save that massage for when I really need it ;)” It was very Kristen to keep me on my toes a little, so I went back to my breakfast and the snickers of my friends who already figured something was going on, but I powered through, my good mood couldn’t be phased.

The next week passed by in a haze of schoolwork and other bullshit, but Kristen and I kept up the pattern of exchanging pictures and banter throughout. I made sure to highlight my chest tattoo or abs in mine, with her snapping back plenty of yoga pants outfits and a towel selfie or too, just enough so both of us felt the undercurrent of energy without being too forward and ruining the interplay. The specter of Jenna hung over us too, and I still wasn’t sure whether we were just back to flirty banter, or the texts and snaps were building to something.

Still every time I got one teasing picture or the next my mind would go back to her clasping her hands over her mouth to stifle her moans, or how taught her fingers were in my curls when I had my mouth against her, and how sweet she tasted and tight she was and fuckkkkk…

I couldn’t be the first to lose my composure though, if there was anything else in store I was determined to be the one to make her lose control and beg for it, and so I managed to keep distracted till Friday rolled around again.

My college, like so many party colleges, was always big on theme parties, and people really went all out. Pajama Parties, Blacklight blowouts, Homecoming, whatever weekend some socialite extraordinaire or greek-life board decided was significant we’d slap a theme together and go all out. I was nowhere near the most dedicated in my outfits, but I like to think I made up for it in drinking and enthusiasm. As fate would have it, that Friday was a classic, ABC party (Anything But Clothes).

My friends all started to assemble the standards, beer carton kilts and duct tape faulds, but my memories of last years ABC, where the morning after I woke up to chafing from cardboard in all sorts of unpleasant areas, meant I needed to call in reinforcements.

Kristen was actually the queen of party crafts so I shot her a quick text pleading my case and she responded right away.

“I can sneak off from the girls place in a bit and help you but you’re gonna owe me.”

I smirked “Hey that sounds like a good deal on my end.”

“I’m on my way then, no takebacks!” My smirk switched to a grimace as I remembered her cruel streak.

I let my friends know Kristen was en route again and of course caught some flak, I tried to profess that she was Jenna’s best friend still and so on but I’d been hearing plenty of jabs about it since last Friday and my case was looking pretty thin. Still I planned to stay out of the rumor mill.

She showed up a little while later bag in hand and I pulled her into my room. She took out a stack of magazines and a collection of craft items that might as well have been black magic to me, and quickly assembled me something approaching a magazine-skirt. Her work product was even more impressive because she’d clearly already been drinking that Friday, when she hugged me upon arriving I could smell the sickly-sweet scent of flavored vodka on her breath.

I’d stripped down into boxer briefs to try it on and was doing my best to keep from bulging obscenely and giving her more ammunition in our private little war. Still, she eyed me up and down after she’d worked her craft miracles and gave me a trademark knowing grin.

“Looks like you’re all set I guess I’ll just go, don’t forget you owe me!” And before I could muster a witty response she stood up, lightly ran her fingernails along my chest, then turned and practically skipped off.

With those ominous words on my mind, and my outfit for the evening all settled, it was time to start pre-gaming for the night ahead. My sixth sense was warning me I might need more than a little liquid reinforcement so my friends and I got to work.

The night proceeded as usual with my close group of friends congregating at ours to play drinking games, run our own aux cord, and resolve any last little outfit issues. Once we’d all gathered and started things off right, we set off for the actual pregame. This was inevitably somebody who had a larger house with lower cleanliness standards so they didn’t mind packing the place every Friday and Saturday with an assortment of college kids looking to ramp up the energy levels. I was good and drunk there, and had brought my knapsack of liquor with my wallet and phone in it too, since ABC party meant a dearth of pockets.

Checking my phone it showed exactly what I wanted. I had several snap from Kristen. She’d clearly been drinking more and enjoying herself too, and I got a full-fledged view of her costume. She’d gone a little stereotypical and assembled a bikini-type getup out of bright yellow caution tape, and sent me several poses, the last looking down her back to the swell of her hips and ass, where she’d hooked a thumb through the barely-there yoga-shorts she had on underneath the tape.

“I think these are too small to technically count as clothes right?”

I responded, “I don’t know… seems like you aren’t really in the spirit of ABC.”

Almost instantly she’d typed back “Well what if I don’t have anything on underneath them?”

I let myself drool a little over the image that called up and before I could fire back she’d sent me another message.

“Calling in my favor by the way, we’re headed to the party already, when you get here you have to come find me and dance with me ;)”

As fun and flirty as that might sound, I am a notoriously bad dancer. Not too many things make me feel self conscious but any sort of dancing is one of them, I much prefer drinking on the sides of the dance floor or at most tapping a foot along to the beat. Of course Kristen knew that and of course she would use it to fuck with me, and given where my mind was at of course I was going to still find her and let her mock me if she wanted.

A game or two of beer pong later and we’d marshaled the group out into ubers on our way to the frat house where this bash was being hosted. We got some glares from drivers not too happy to be ferrying around a bunch of weirdly dressed college kids but I promised to tip and our city was a little numb to our endeavors at this point so off we went.

Just picture the stereotypical frat house / mansion mashup you get in most college movies and that’s close enough to where we ended up. The real jewels in the crown of the good party houses at my college were the giant basements that could be easily converted into dance floors. They’d get a DJ set-up down there, black out the lights and some raver kids would bring their equipment, and the scene would be set for a perfect time to dance and bounce around. Unless of course, you were me. But I had a debt to pay, and all the whiskey buzzing around in me had some other ideas about how to pay it, so I steeled myself and pushed my way into the basement.

It was dark with only the occasional flashes of the colored lights to guide me, and bodies were pressed in against each other in a crush. It was hot and sweaty and the alcohol hung heavy in the room, but the energy was still intoxicating, and I was on a mission. I had to find this petite girl and was doing my best to scan the crowd for some caution tape when I felt someone grab me and pull me abruptly.

I stumbled and bumped into the rando’s around me and gestured to apologize, then looked over to see who was responsible, and of course Kristen was laughing away.

She leaned in and shouted in my ear, “You look like such a dork!”

I tried to think of some riposte but instead she grabbed my wrist and dragged me towards a corner of the room. Somehow she managed to part the crowd of bodies in the way only beautiful women can, (any regular concertgoer has seen the skill) and pretty soon we found ourselves tucked away. We were still in the sea of bodies and the music was jostling the crowd around us, I was feeling that familiar feeling of anxiety bubbling up I get in any overly-dancy situation when Kristen reached up and grabbed my chin.

“It’s kinda cute how bad you are at this!” She shouted again. “It’s easy!”

She still held my chin and even in the dark I could feel her staring into my eyes as she swayed with the music, my hand instinctively went to her hip to feel her movement and as we touched she pressed closer up against me.

I playfully grabbed at her caution tape and leaned into her ear, “Should I be listening to your warning?”

I wasn’t sure if she managed to hear or not, but she grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me down to her level. “You think too much.”

At that she spun me again, paying no head to the people around us, and pushed my back up against the wall. She stood on her toes and leaned in to kiss me, quickly and aggressively, and as she pulled away she bit my lip, hard.

“You’re drunk.” I said.

“And you like it.”

As she caressed me she slowly started to turn, drawing little circles with her hips in time to the music as she spun. Fuck this girl was sexy, and in her element. I had completely lost the upper hand and I couldn’t do anything but sit back and gape. My hands started to grasp at her hips aggressively, greedily, and she smacked them off and stepped back for a second, wagging her finger. The crowd around us faded away and I was just entranced by her. She and the music were in sync perfectly, and again, painstakingly, she started to press back against me. She hiked the material from the caution tape up onto her waist, leaving her ass in just the yoga shorts, grinding back against me. For a moment I stifled a laugh because grinding was desperately ineffective given my magazine skirt situation, but then I felt her hand dance over my abs and trace my waistline.

I reached down and ran my fingers along her jaw-line, letting them trace along her neck, before turning her head to kiss me again as she ground herself against me. She’d taken the initiative but I wasn’t going to give up that easily. I let my hands begin to explore her more gently, running over her soft skin and pressing downwards towards her waist, teasing, prodding for her sensitive spots. I let one hand run downwards and start on her thigh, running upwards even increasing the pressure, directing her ass up and against me as I grasped at her.

Finally she managed to slip her hand down the front of my boxer briefs and wrapped her fingers around my cock. At that she tilted her head back and moaned. I felt her other hand tighten in my hair and she arched her back against me. Fuck how was she everywhere at once?! I could feel myself pulsing in her grip, and I stopped being as coy with my touches, pressing my fingers directly into her pussy from over her yoga shorts. Through the fabric I traced tiny circles around her clit. She was soaking wet. Her breath was hot in my ear. She was raking her fingernails along the side of my face. I needed her.

Mustering all my energy I pushed her away. I leaned in again and panted as close to her ear as possible. “Not here, lets go.”

She set off through the crowd towards the stairs but this time it was my turn to lead. I yanked her arm and had her follow me. There was another door that exit into the backyard tucked away in a corner of the basement people less acquainted with this frat house mostly overlooked and I pushed out into the cool fresh air of the evening.

Outside in the backyard it was mostly unoccupied, with a few groups of partiers enjoying a break from the heat inside, smoking cigarettes and posting up on the porch. I was focused though, glancing around I pulled Kristen around the side of the house where it was dark and out of sightlines. Immediately she threw herself at me, pushing me back against the wall. She had to stand on her tiptoes to get her teeth at my neck and I took advantage to leave a bright red handprint on her ass. Her fingernails only dug deeper at that, then she abruptly raked them down my chest as she dropped to her knees.

Something like a growl snuck out of me in response and she looked up at me, her eyes catching the light, just staring into me hazily. Not breaking eye contact she slowly tugged down my ridiculous ABC outfit and peeled back the waistband of my boxer-briefs, letting my cock spring free, wholly erect.

Still staring at me she shifted her face and ran her tongue up my cock, taking it into her mouth leisurely, and again I gasped. My fingers worked to hold her hair back, tightening my grip as she did her best to work me deeper into her mouth.

“Fuck Kristen you don’t know how good you look.” At that she paused and giggled, before going back to working me into her mouth.

I let me head tilt back and closed my eyes for a spell, just enjoying the moment, before I used my grip on her hair to pull her off me.

“Lets get out of here.” I said, and motioned to go and get my stuff. “My place will be empty.”

Kristen nodded, “Ok lets get an uber.”

I started to pull myself away from the wall where I’d been half crouching because of her height, but she put her hand on my chest and stopped me.

“I want your cum in me for the uber back though.”

What had I gotten myself into with this girl? Just around the corner was a whole party of people, and even with the music thumping through the walls I couldn’t help but look around apprehensively. Then I looked back at Kristen. There was that stare again, and her hand was down the front of her yoga shorts as her legs quivered, her other hand still daintily wrapped around my cock.

What had I gotten myself into with this girl? Fuck, I was loving it.

It was my turn to spin her around and pin her against the wall. She braced herself with both her hands up high for support, and arched her back, sticking that perfect ass out at me. I tore her yoga shorts off with one hand while I put my other hand over hers. I’d been getting pushed and ordered around enough tonight, I knew she’d won this battle, but I was still going to take charge when I could.

I pressed the very tip of my dick against her pussy, feeling the warmth, and waited. She wiggled her hips enticingly, but I let my dick just stay there, rubbing against only the very outside of her lips. Finally, she started to push back into me, gasping as the first inch went in, before I used my other hand to grab her waist and hold her.

“What, do you want me to fuck you or something?” I growled at her.

She looked back at me first looking angry, then pleading, her lips pursed. Then she nodded.

I slowly pushed another inch or so into her, again enjoying her gasp, before I stopped and pulled back out ever so slowly. She shuddered and tried to push back harder but I held her firmly.

“Please… fuck me.” She whispered out.

At that I pushed myself all the way into her abruptly and she screamed. I quickly clapped my hand over her mouth and she instantly sunk her teeth into my palm. I paused with my cock deep inside her and looked furtively over to the side of the house, then she started grinding her ass against me, moaning into my palm, and I lost all control I had over the situation.

I gave up on trying to keep my composure or torture her and just started railing her into the wall. She had both hands braced up against the sideboards as I thrust into her, smacking her ass and again marveling at how perfect it was. My hands were gripping her waist and I was sure I was leaving bruises.

“Yes yes yes yes fuck me.” She moaned out, some part of me somewhere knew I should be covering her mouth but I didn’t care. Some part of me knew she had won, she’d driven me crazy and I was fucking her with wild abandon outside this party just like she’d planned it and I didn’t care.

I pulled one of her arms behind her back and pinned her even more roughly as I pushed us together, needing to be stronger, needing to fuck her deeper and harder than ever before, and then all at once I felt myself about to finish. I hammered one last time as far into her as I could and heard her moan.

“Yes baby yes yes yes” her voice rang out sharply through the air.

My legs almost gave out as I came hard, pulsing again and again inside her, as she ground her ass against me over and over, drawing little concentric circles again. I could feel my pulse pounding in my ear louder than the base from whatever electronic music was blasting through the neighborhood.

Finally I pulled out and stepped away, letting her free from the pin, and she stretched, her legs still quaking. I scrounged around in the grass till I found her yoga shorts and my boxers, and we re-dressed ourselves as best we could.

“I’ll go inside and grab our stuff you just chill here.” I managed to pant out, my breathing labored still.

Kristen nodded and I journeyed back around the side of the house. Doing my best to not make eye contact with anyone in the backyard, I swept into the house, grabbed my knapsack, her coat, and started calling an uber.

Back around the side of the house Kristen was shivering a little in the cold, but when we made eye contact she smirked like crazy.

“Would you say you were the perfect gentleman again tonight?” She stretched laconically and put her arms out demandingly, and I dutifully put her coat on her. For once I didn’t have anything to say. I know when I’ve lost the upper hand, and I didn’t manage to wipe that self-assured smile off her face until our uber had gotten us all the way back and I’d dragged her to my bed.

Sadly I wasn’t the only one that lost something that night. Despite how incredibly ‘discrete’ we were, somehow the rumor mill got a hold of our hookup. Jenna was of course furious with Kristen, and that friendship never recovered, and I’d also mostly lost my moral high-ground from getting cheated on, at least in the eyes of the gossipy college masses. All things considered I don’t think either of us was really too bothered.

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2 comments on “Sneaky [F]uck Outside a Party with [M]y Ex’s Best Friend

  1. Hot damn, do I love it when a girl completely takes control of me, and not in the whips and chains way. You’re lucky having gotten to bang a perfect little minx like her, who knows how to perfectly use what she’s got.

    As for your moral superiority, I say fuck it. College kids are gonna be horny, and you were technically single. Just because your particular lay happened to be your ex’s best friend shouldn’t mean anything.

    Although, it’s definitely a good thing she never learned about that other story. That’s totally a dick move. A fucking *hot* dick move, but a dick move nonetheless.

  2. That hookup was hot as fuck. I loved how she declared she needed your cum in her for the ride home.

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