My Italian Best Friend [MF]

Recently, I’ve been talking to one of my friends from high school. We never fell out of contact but over the years after we graduated we did drift apart some what. We weren’t best friends but whatever, I digress.

Anyways, she’s been texting me because she needed some support and coaching to get herself out of a toxic relationship.

They guy she’s dating is currently living overseas and seems to be so selfish that he’s sloppily getting caught talking to other girls on social media.

So my friend-who we will call Sam, has been noticing the tell tale signs and decided to cut him off before it gets worse.

She’s been talking to me 24/7 through out this and I’ve been trying to be the friend or whatever but what makes it hard is how hot Sam is.

Sam is Italian, bout 5’4 and slightly thick. You wouldn’t notice her thickness like that because she proportionate. Even her face, she looks like Apollonia from The Godfather. So fucking pretty.
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The other night I got a text from Sam asking me if I could bring her some weed. No issues I get in my car and drive over to her house.

I didn’t think much of it, she’s been getting anxious because of her current situation so I thought it was really just her need weed.

When I get to her door, I knock but as I turned the knob the door was already opened.

“I’m washing dishes, come in”

I walked in without a word, creeping into her apartment making sure I don’t break or step on something I was not suppose to.

When I get to her living room, she’s drying her hands on a towel and watching tv. Some reality tv thing that I refuse to acknowledge.

I handed her the weed, thought that was the end of the transaction. I give her a hug and asked her if she needed anything.

She was silent for a second. I figured she was thinking if she needed something from the store.
“Can you hangout for a bit, I’ve been overthinking wayyy too much”

I obliged without hesitation.

We roll up and smoke. For a while the silence was welcoming, it was late and we were both kind of drained. I didn’t even wanna press the conversation, if we spoke it was cool but I was content just sitting there smoking with this hot ass Italian woman.

As we smoked, I began daydreaming about her lips which might I say are the best feature on her face. I was thinking of thought from A-Z, but these thought stayed in my head. I never even tried to make a move up to this point.

One thing about hot women, they know their hot. I hate pressing the issue or coming off too thirsty. Sometimes you have attractive friends, growing into my manhood I’ve realized that comes with the territory.

So I’m not sure if she caught me gawking at her lips but as she passed the joint, she asked me pretty forwardly what was I looking at.

I tried playing it off like I was thinking about something I gotta do tomorrow, but it was like she could feel the tension radiating off of me or something.

She kept pressing for about 10 minutes before I confessed the truth.

“I was staring at your lips, I just got curious about what they felt like or whatever”

She was taken a back. I didn’t wanna make her uncomfortable so I offered to leave. Almost immediately she protested and insisted that I stay and relax.

I Reassured her that it was okay if she was uncomfortable because I understood the situation and didn’t take it personal.

We went back and forth and before I knew it I had her tongue in my mouth. Kissing and sucking everything from her lips to her neck.

It got so hot so fast.

Almost immediately, I ripped her breasts out of her shirt and started sucking on them. The more I sucked and licked the more passionately she moaned which in turn made me wanna work harder.

Before we knew it, we were naked and I was straddling her missionary style speaking in tongues.

Her skin was so soft and her body was so voluptuous, I couldn’t keep my hands off her. At one point she started cumming while we were in missionary and I watched her face slip into complete intoxication.

I wanted to do it again and again. I was so into it I must have flipped her over and spun her around a thousand times.

After missionary, I made her suck me off while I sucked on her clit and ate her out. She got so wet at one point she begged me to stop so she could put it inside her.

It was such a haze of lust and energy.

We went at it for maybe 3 hours-when we were done; we smoked again and then I left. She was exhausted at the end so I knew she didn’t have the energy to overthink anything.

Since then; sam has been a lot better. She’s moving past her last situation and even been dating a lot more.

We both loved the sex but I didn’t want the drama of converting a friend to a lover. I was honest, and we are still friends to this day.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/f2utl7/my_italian_best_friend_mf