The time [m]y [f]riend asked me for a favor

This takes place a year ago, but I met Lisa about a year before that. I was dating another woman at the time and we posted on reddit looking for another woman to join us in the bedroom. Lisa (not her real name)responded to our ad and expressed an extreme interest in exploring her bi side. We traded pictures, talked about bedroom stuff, yadda yadda… but by the time the day of our date rolled around, she had to cancel because she had just started seeing someone. So I was bummed, but no big deal. We kept in touch and I sent her sfw snaps occasionally.

Several months later, we reconnected, and eventually did see her in the context of a threesome, but that’s a story for another time. After said threesome, she decided that women weren’t really for her, so again, no biggie, We stayed in touch and I even went rock climbing a few times with her. It was apparent, however, that there was still chemistry between us. And at the time, my partner and I were in an open relationship, so while I wasn’t sure what Lisa wanted exactly, I was definitely open to something sexual.

I should describe her here– she’s Indian and 23 at the time, with a great tone of brown skin and big light brown eyes. Curly black hair, a thin figure with b-cups, maybe standing at 5’6 or so. Gorgeous smile, too. I was 29, 5’10 and athletic, covered in tattoos and body hair. Bearded, short black hair, and brown eyes. Nothing special on my end, but I do alright for myself so I suppose something’s working.

So after a few times climbing, I saw her on tinder and texted her about it, which led to some flirty texts. She told me she was moving into a new place and that I should come check it out, and we could have dinner. At this point, I’m texting my partner and having her analyze Lisa’s texts with me– it was around seven months after our threesome so while I know there’s chemistry, I’m trying to temper expectations. I tell myself that if she wants to, she’ll make the first move. Nonetheless, I plan for a date. I shave, shower after work, throw on a dress shirt and khaki shorts, and buy a bottle of wine as a moving-in gift.

I was a little disheartened when I got there and she was wearing jeans and a t-shirt. Not that she didn’t look great, but I was hoping for ‘date night’ attire, like when we first met and she was wearing a dress and stockings. But the conversation flowed easily, and we talked on the rooftop overlooking DC, had some wine, and got dinner. Side note– it’s a little weird navigating the social taboo of double dipping mozzarella sticks when you’ve had someone’s pussy juice in your beard, but I digress. We return to her roof top, and several glasses of wine later, she says, “Can I ask you a favor?”

Here it is. We’re sitting pretty close to each other, and there’s definitely sexual tension in the air. She’s about to tell me to fuck her silly, or she’s going to admit that the tension is too much and we can’t be friends anymore. But since I’m writing this on gonewildstories, you know where this question is going. She adds, “It’s been a while for me… I haven’t been with anyone in a few months (which I’m floored by; she’s hot as fuck) and we definitely still have chemistry, plus I know you and I know you’re good in bed… I was just wondering if you’d… well, I didn’t know exactly what your relationship status was…” God, her nervousness made it even more hot. I give her a grin, knowing I look confident as hell, and explain that I’m still non-monogamous, and would love to take her back to the bedroom and fuck her brains out. We start making out feverishly, wine glasses held precariously and free hands roaming as we moan into each other’s mouths and feel the tension break in magnificent fashion. I suggest that we should go downstairs and she agrees.

We get to her bedroom and she puts on Childish Gambino and we get to business. Clothes are flying off and Lisa, bless her, is an easy girl to make cum. Just tweaking her nipples beneath her shirt had her gripping my shoulders tightly and shivering. I fucking love that. She’s already cum several times over by the time I’m naked and she’s left in just her panties. I’m aching to go down on her by this point (my bar none favorite thing to do in the bedroom) but she’s begging me, literally begging me, “Please Daddy, let me suck your dick.” So how do I say no to that? Of course I let her. She takes her time, too, licking every inch of my veiny, diamond-hard cock. I’m not a huge fan of blowjobs because I feel like I need to be doing something, but I keep busy by grabbing handfuls of her ass, spanking her a little, teasing her nipples and her pussy and making her cum at least once more that way before I warn her I’m about to get there too. She keeps going and hungrily takes a thick load of cum in her mouth, swallowing every last bit.

After a quick breather, I lay her the fuck down on the bed and rip her soaked panties off, because I’m about to ruin this poor girl’s whole career with some of my own oral game. I kiss her neck and down her collar bone, I lick circles around her nipples and make my way down her stomach and to her pussy… but just as I’m zeroing in on her labia, I bail out down her inner thighs and down her long legs. All the way down to her feet, in fact, and then back up, slowly, patiently, even though I’m already hard again and can’t wait to fuck her. But ya boy can be patient. So trace my tongue up her labia and tease her outer lips, and she’s already losing her mind at this point. I know she’ll cum if I breathe on her the wrong way, but I want to build her up first. So I take my time, easing off every time I feel her begin to get close. I taste her and good fucking lord she tastes amazing. I bury my tongue inside of her and suck on her clit after coaxing it out of its hood. I slip one finger inside of her and then just let it chill. I let her grind against it, which lets me know exactly how she wants me to finger her. I add a second digit. Only then do I finally start curling my fingertips against her g-spot. That unleashes a whole new type of moan; a deep, primal one that tells me she won’t be able to keep from cumming much longer. And then I go ham. I trap her clit between my lips and lash my tongue against it back and forth as I firmly stroke her g spot. Five seconds later, she’s cumming.

But I don’t stop there.

I bring her over the edge a couple more times before repositioning my fingers to get a better angle and boom, she starts squirting. My beard, my mouth, my hand my forearm. Her sheets are getting soaked and she’s screaming silently, her body wracked with heavy shudders until my fingers run out of steam. I *gently* bring her down and ease my fingers out while aftershocks are still hitting her. I grab a condom and she’s lost the power to speak, she can only nod and spread her legs as I kneel in front of her and gently slip the head in. Her eyes go wide and lean in to kiss her and tell her to be a good girl for me as she digs her fingernails into my shoulders and pulls me in, inch by inch. Bottoming out is too deep for her, but I build up a decent rhythm before her first orgasm hits. When she cums, she gets this amazing look in her eyes, as if she’s begging you to please never stop, never take this pleasure away. And god, I usually try not to look at her face during sex because that makes me bust almost immediately. And that’s exactly what happens. I my throbbing, pulsing cock deep inside of her ekes out another climax on her end, and we stay like that for a while, kissing and giggling at the deflation of the tension earlier in the night.

We fall asleep not too long after and wake up at least once more in the middle of the night to have sex… then again in the morning, then again after breakfast, then again after a nap before I finally leave. I’m writing this now because although we were fuck buddies for about a year, she just got an (exclusive) boyfriend, so our sexy times are done for now and I thought I’d take a stroll down memory lane. I hope you folks enjoyed joining me!

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