My Friend – Part I

Here’s a new story I wrote to the specifications of a redditor who would prefer to remain anonymous. She did give me permission to share with you all. If anyone else would like a personalized story, please feel free to message me.

We met under rather un-extraordinary circumstances. Ordinary circumstances, I guess. So ordinary I don’t really remember where or when. I remember that for the longest time I didn’t think she was attracted to me at all, which was tough because I was *so* attracted to her! Zoe was so pretty, a little chubby, with large amazing boobs. I felt embarrassed how frequently I thought about how her breasts would feel in my hands, in my mouth, pressed against my chest, even–heaven help me–rubbing up against my stiff dick. Because we were quickly becoming good friends, and I didn’t want to sully our friendship with the thought of something as tawdry as her beautiful breasts lubed to glistening perfection and smushed on either side of my throbbing erection as she bites her lower lip and looks me in the eye begging me to cum all over her until I just can’t take it anymore and explode again and again until my splooj is dripping down her tits onto her hard nipples. Not that I’d thought too much about it.

Since we’d been hanging out, sometimes we’d just stay in and binge some old 70s sitcom. Our hangouts became very cuddly, which of course I enjoyed. I really liked being close to her, stroking her shoulder, which became stroking her arm, which became holding her around the waist. She started by holding my hand, which became putting her hand on my chest. All that led to her laying her head down on my shoulder, which led to me resting my head on hers. Smelling her hair, giving her little squeezes, particularly at romantic scenes. But, as much as I enjoyed this, it always felt… friendly.

It was one day like this that I felt her kind of squirming a little in my arms. Not like she was trying to get away. I’d move my arm so she could reposition, and she kept nuzzling closer to me. Finally when we were sitting with my hand gently stroking her waist, she squirmed again, so I gave her a quick tickle.

She jumped and squealed.

“So, you’re ticklish!”

“No!” she insisted.

“Okay,” I said, and she calmed down, snuggling closer to me. But I wasn’t quite convinced, so I held onto her a little tighter and gave more tickles up her ribs.

She squealed again. “Mason!”

“You *are*!”

As I tickled she continued squirming in my arms until she was facing me, and before I knew it she was kissing me, her tongue exploring my mouth.

“That was an effective way to get me to stop,” I said, “but I didn’t think that you–”

“I did,” she said. “I just didn’t… until…”

She kissed me again, and I moved my hands up her back, into her hair, and she climbed on top of me. ‘Oh God,’ I thought, ‘she’s gonna feel my hard-on.’ Well, it seems she absolutely did because she kept kissing and started grinding on me. I held her face in my hands as she held my shoulders and moved her hips pressing against my hard dick.

I pulled her face away from mine and looked at how beautiful she was.

“Where did this…?”

“I… I’m not… sure?”

I laughed a little in spite of myself. “Is that a question?”

“All I know is I like you and I want you,” she said. “You… seem to like me, too.”

“I really do,” I said, “and I really want you.”

She slid off me, wrapping her arms around my neck and leaning her head onto me.

“How do you want me?” she asked.

“Huh?”

“How? Tell me everything you want,” she clarified.

“Well… I…”

“Because I want everything right now. Don’t ask me why all of a sudden. I can’t… I’d rather not go into it, but I want you so bad because I’ve wanted you for a while and haven’t been able to… I just can’t go into it.”

While I tried to take this in, she leaned into me and started kissing my neck as her hand moved down my chest and started rubbing my dick over my shorts.

“Please tell me what you want,” she said.

“You,” I said, turning myself over onto her. She wrapped her legs around me and I kissed her and thrust my hips toward her.

I kissed her neck and took a risk. “I want to play with your breasts.”

“Yes!”

Okay, I guess I could take it a little further. “I want to put my hand in your pants.”

“Yes, yes!”

How far could I push this? “I want to feel your mouth on me and put my mouth on you.”

She hopped back on top of me and kissed me, tongue playing what felt like halfway down my throat.

“I’m gonna need to go slow, though,” she broke away from my lips to say.

“Uh…” was all I could get out.

“No, I know, I just…” she started. “I want all that, it really turns me on. *You* really turn me on. I just. It also scares me a little.”

“Okay,” I said, taking it all in. “Can I take you to the bedroom? Slowly?”

She giggled a little. “Sure. Yes, please.”

We stood and walked to the bedroom, holding hands. I think she was a little nervous, and so was I. I really liked Zoe. I sort of saw all of this going… well… very differently. Dates. Dates resulting in kissing. Dates that wound up back at home, on a couch, maybe slowly moving to a bed when we were both really sure. Apparently we skipped all those first steps and we were really sure now.

As we approached the bed, I turned her to me and kissed her. She put her arms around my neck as we kissed and I lowered her down onto the bed. I picked up her feet and turned her legs up onto the bed, taking her shoes and socks off. As I brushed my fingers across her heel, she pulled it away from me, giggling a little.

“Oh, that’s right,” I said, grinning up at her.

“Oh no! No, no, no!” she squealed, as I took her bare ankle in my hand and very slowly pulled her foot back toward me.

“No? No… what?”

“Mason, you *know* what… Mason!” Her squeals turned to more giggles as I started tickling from her heel up the arch of her foot, holding her ankle from being able to pull away as she laughed and squirmed.

“You’ve got really cute feet, you know.”

She was catching her breath. “Do you have, like… a foot thing?”

“Not necessarily,” I said. “But yours are cute. And ticklish.” I gave another quick tickle, and she squeaked again.

I started to run my fingers up her jeans, feeling her legs through them as I moved, occasionally kissing as I went.

“How slowly do you need?”

“This is good,” she said, her breath getting slightly shorter.

I got my hands to her belt-loops, tickled her cute belly again, and then slowly undid her pants button and began peeling them off her, again kissing my way down. Her bare skin felt so good on my lips, so I occasionally gave a little lick. As I went, she shuddered and moaned a little, and occasionally let out tiny gasps.

Once I had her pants off, I moved back up, running my hands along her legs, her hips, up her sides and under her shirt. As I placed my mouth back on hers and she kissed her, I unclasped her bra. Pulling myself away from her lips, which I was only able to do because I knew I’d get back to them, I carefully prompted her to raise her arms so I could pull off her shirt and bra.

I looked down at this woman who I had been wanting for so long, who I ached to be close to, who I just wanted to give all the most amazing sensations in the world. She looked up at me, a little nervous to be practically naked. As she breathed her breasts reached up toward me, her dark round nipples already hard just from the excitement of being seen.

“You’re so beautiful,” I said.

“I haven’t done this in a long time,” she responded.

“As slowly as you need,” I assured her, as I placed my hand on her breast and went back to kiss her again. She gasped as my fingers found her nipples and I used that opening to get my tongue back in her mouth. Her hard nipple felt so good between my fingers and every time I pinched I could feel Zoe moaning into my mouth. I kissed my way down her neck and across the soft flesh of her other boob. Her other nipple wasn’t nearly as hard as the one I’d been playing with, which didn’t seem fair to me. So, I stuck the tip of my tongue out to play with it as I continued pinching the other. I felt it grow firmer against my tongue, so I put my lips around it and gently nibbled.

Zoe’s hand went to the back of my head and pressed my face into her glorious breast as she moaned my name.

“Mason! Mason, I’d forgotten how good this feels. I haven’t wanted this in so long, but I want you! I really really want you!”

While I couldn’t help but wonder why someone as beautiful and amazing as her had seemed to go from seemingly asexual to jumping my bones, I was definitely enjoying myself. I could have stayed attached to her breasts all day, but I knew she needed attention elsewhere. I continued to kiss and nibble my way down her chest and tummy, which made her giggle again. Her giggle when I tickled her turned me on *so much*!

As I got to her panties, the only article of clothing she still had on, I gently traced my fingers around the soft fabric at the top. I kissed her crotch gently through her underwear and noticed her breathing pick up again. As I traced my fingers along the bottom edge, along the outside of her legs moving in, I looked up at her.

“You’re sure?”

“I…” the word held in the air between us.

“We can go back to making out. I can play with your boobs more. You don’t have to do anything yet that you’re not comfortable.”

“I’m not uncomfortable. Just… a little nervous.”

I took my hands away from her panties and started to move back up toward her, when she put her hand out.

“No, I’m nervous, but I… I really want you to. Excited nervous.”

I gave her a kiss and then went back down. I spread her legs and kissed up the inside of her thighs. When I made to to her crotch, I reached up and slowly pulled down her underwear. She took a deep inhale, which she held for a minute.

Staring into her pussy, I said again, “Oh my God, Zoe, you’re so beautiful.”

She let the breath out as I moved my hands back up the inside of her thighs, right up to her puffy mound, surrounded by neatly trimmed dark hair, glistening from how excited she already was. I danced my fingers through her hair, pressing on her outer lips. Fuck, she felt so good, she smelled so good.

“Mason, I–”

“Is everything okay?” I stopped short.

“Everything is amazing!”

That was enough permission for me to part her outer lips and start running my fingers up and down just inside her pussy.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes,” I heard her whispering.

I slowly pulled her clit hood up so I could see the cute little pleasure center of her gorgeous pussy. I moved a finger up the middle of her, collecting her own juices as I went, and rubbed her clit with my now lubed finger. She suddenly gave the most glorious moan.

All I wanted was to make her cum over and over and over.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/dbeoku/my_friend_part_i