It was a friendly game of strip poker that turned into stripping more than poker and eventually more poking once the stripping ended. That’s how the chips fells.
My ex’s sister, let’s call her Fran, and her friend Lucy had invited James and I over to their place to smoke and swim; a weekend tradition for this particular summer. “Front door’s unlocked” read their text; a tree emoji was our response.
It was 10AM.
Quick background on Fran: known her for years; consoled her through her first breakup; she fed me ecstasy for the first time. Lucy’s was her shadow, not in a puppy-follow kind of way; they were (and still are) inseparable good friends.
We swam, smoked, and joked until a cold summer breeze and hunger forced us inside. With all of us too lazy to go out, we ordered take-out and puzzled over what to do for the next 45 minutes.
Fran, always the smart ass, took a deck of cards out of a drawer and asked James if he’d ever played fifty-two-card-pickup. “Nope” was his response, and regretted it as soon as he realized her trap: she tossed the entire deck up in the air. “Pick ‘em up” she smiled. Lucy and I laughed, tossed a beer over in Fran’s direction, and took a seat and watched James clean up the mess.
My stomach grumbled. “How much longer?” I asked.
“Long enough for a hand.” That was Lucy. She tossed a chip my way and distributed the rest from a stack sitting on the table. Cards were dealt, hands were won, others lost, beers ran out, food arrived, food was consumed, things were smoked.
It was midnight at this point.
“You guys should just stay over” That was Fran. We had stayed over before, crashed on the couch to be exact. “I got nothing tomorrow.” I looked at James; he agreed.
Lucy dealt another hand “Alright, let’s play for shots.”
“Let’s play for shorts!” That was Fran. We agreed, cards were dealt, hands were won, clothing lost; Fran the most.
Quick background on Fran, and really, also Lucy: I’ve seen them both in various states of undressed… hang around long enough with women, they’ll undress in front of you, and I was around them plenty.
James had not; and his erection showed.
“It’s just Fran dude” I joked and leaned over to her to try to poke her cheek. Fran, had one hand covering her breasts and the other held her cards which made it impossible for her to push me away, so she resorted to chomping around, caught my finger between her teeth hard enough for me to wince, and I instinctively poked her on the side to tickle her to let me go. She jumped at my first poke and pushed me off with both arms, exposing her chest to the group.
I caught James pretending not to look. “You’re an ass” That was Fran. She punched me in the arm, hard. She was not happy.
“Alright peoples, let’s keep the peace.” That was Lucy. “Besides, he’s enjoying the show.”
We played a few more hands, James lost his shorts but not his erection. Fran was down to her panties; Lucy and I down to our shorts.
“Enough.” that was Fran. She got up and walked over to James, grabbed his hand and walked him to her bedroom.
“She’s always had a thing for him” that was Lucy. “Makes sense” I poured her some wine “She always extra Fran around him.”
We moved to the the living room and talked about nonsense, pulled a cover over us, and put a movie on.
She never put her clothes back on. I never occurred to either of us to do so. Her skin felt hot and soft against me and I couldn’t help but stroke her sides. She snuggled up against me and reciprocated my touch.
We got about 20 minutes in before Lucy got up, undid her bra, slipped off her shorts and panties, and walked towards her bedroom. I followed, undressed, cunnilingus-ed, grabbed a condom and went inside her.
This was the start of the end of our our friendship.
“I don’t like the way I taste.” That was Lucy. She pushed my face away and ended our first kiss. “Got it.” I responded “Not on the lips.” and continued easing her into a rhythm. She rubbed herself and quickly brought herself to orgasm, tapped my chest and motioned me to stop.
“Get on your back” That was Lucy. She pushed me off completely and swung her legs around. I turned, she slid down my body, took the condom off, put me in her mouth, and minutes later, finished me off with her hand.
She went to the bathroom to wash her hands. I wiped the remainder of cum from my stomach and base with nearby tissues. Her jet black hair caught reflections of streetlights outside as she made her way back into bed.
“If we we have sex again it’s going to make things weird between us.” That was Lucy. I pulled her on to the bed and held her. It was around 3AM by the time I heard her breathing take the cadence of sleep.
Lucy and I ended up making love again that summer, and a few more times in the fall when she came up to visit me upstate. We exchanged thoughts about the future a lot at first, then about next summer, then about weekends, and finally apologies about cancelled plans.
“This isn’t really working out anymore, is it?” That was Lucy. We had not seen each other in a few months; texts between us could be counted on one hand.
She grabbed my drink, took a sip and waited for my response. Her lipgloss covered the tip, the black sheen reflecting the florescent lights reminded me of the first time we made love. “You know” I took a french fry and dipped it in ketchup. “It doesn’t mean it has to be weird between us.”
We finished our meal and sat for a while talking about nonsense long enough for our server’s shift to end. She insisted on paying, then walked-out to our cars, kissed good-bye, and drove out to separate directions.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/cab2a8/mf_summer_long