How my [M22] bff and I [F21] became FWBs and fuck on campus [MF]

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*(First post, hope you’ll all be kind please)*

We’ve always been wild, and I guess that’s probably why we were friends. I’ve never been the type to shy away from sexual experiences, and neither has my bff. While I gravitated to high-adrenaline activities like midnight street racing, he’d be hooking up with girls over Tinder night after night at some motel. I’ll call him Mitch for the sake of the story.

We go to the same university and major in the degree. I had an apartment unit in the vicinity of the campus, a little studio that fit a bed, a bathroom and a small kitchen I never used. I was also lucky enough to have no room-mates to share it with. After classes Mitch and I would go for a beer in one of the nearby bars to relax and blow off steam. He’d tell me about his latest conquests or newest campus crushes, as well as tease me about my lack of an exciting love life.

I had recently broken up with my then boyfriend because the relationship was one sided and I felt like my life had gone into a rut. So there I was at our usual table at the bar, not really having a good day, when he slid in the seats across from me. He looked about ready to launch into another sex-capade story but paused. “Hey, what happened? Why the sad face?” he asked, his expression changing immediately.

So I told him. He let me talk it out and we fell into silence. Under the table his feet were kicking lightly at mine. It stared with a kiss, him just leaning over the table suddenly and taking hold of my hand while doing so. “You wanna get out of here?”

It was around 5PM. We didn’t have much options, since my condo unit was then being cleaned out and I didn’t feel like waiting in line for the elevators. So we headed back into campus and headed to the library where it was quiet and devoid of chatty freshmen. One section had large seats that somewhat hid the occupants if you were in the right spot. Mitch and crammed ourselves into one corner. I could feel his body heat, like it was drawing me in.

“I miss being touched properly,” I joked, and he put his arm around me and rested his chin on the top of my head. (I’m almost a foot shorter than he is.)

He laughed, voice husky now. “Your boyfriend doesn’t know how to treat a woman properly. Sorry ’bout that.” His fingers were tracing my collarbone. I leaned into his side further.

“Oh, and you do?” I teased him back. His hand went down to the hem of my shirt, before inching their way up my side. They paused at the bottom of my bra. Nodding a yes, I stuck my tongue out at him playfully. I felt a hand palming my breast and a slight pinch around my nipple. My face felt hot. “Okay, point proven.”

“C’mon babe, I told you I’m good.” He grinned at me, then suggested he take me up to the condo. His wink was almost comical, I had to laugh. “Or…we could go find an empty classroom.”

“Devious. Classroom and threat of possible suspension it is, then.” We left the library and went into one of the buildings. After checking a few doors, we found a room that was empty and didn’t have a scheduled class listed on the timetable on the door. Since the doors had small windows, Mitch pulled me down behind the rows of desks at the back of the room. His hands cupped my face, pulling me into a heated kiss (and also into his lap). When I pulled away, my lips were swollen.

I flicked the tip of his nose. “Damnit, Mitch.”

“I’ve always wanted to do that to you. And also this.” He pulled me down back down with him. My heart was pounding in my chest. Holy shit, I was about to fuck my best friend. Never mind that he probably thought of himself as some kind of sex god, and never mind I was most likely feeding his ego. The thought of someone walking in on us suddenly turned me on so bad. It wasn’t only that, I couldn’t deny there had always been some sort of sexual tension between him and me. A tension that was about to see fulfillment.

“You got a condom on you?” He breathed, detaching his lips from mine for a second. I was still kiss drunk, and barely heard his comments on how sexy my lace bra looked.

“Fuck that, you can have me raw if you want.”

“Glad you’re down-” It felt so good to have him on top of me, his massive presence compared to my tiny body. I had somehow lost my shirt by this time and was tugging his off as well. “Quicky, then dinner?”

I shut him up again with my tongue and felt him groan as my own hands went south. He was deliciously thick, not that long for his height but knowing how small I was compared to him, I was a little anxious. Giving his dick a few slow strokes, my other arm clung to his shoulder, trying to pull his body closer.

I could hear the evening bells on the campus chime, and the linoleum tile on the floor getting sticky with our sweat. He pulled my shorts off- I helped by kicking them free- and pushed my panties to the side. His hand covered mine on his dick, and rubbed the head over my clit, his pre-cum mixing with my own quickly growing wetness. I was craving for a good fuck so badly by then. When he finally pushed into me after what felt like hours, the feeling of fullness almost pulled me over the edge. I moaned and cursed into his shoulder, trying to muffle myself by pressing kisses to his skin.

“Next time, condo, so you can make all the noise you want.” He grinned, taking me roughly. Just how I needed to be taken. I found myself getting even wetter as his mouth found the sensitive spots on my neck. He fucked me into the tiles missionary style, hands in my hair tugging on it just hard enough. My legs wrapped around his waist as I felt his dick go into me even deeper. And my hungry body welcomed it. One of his hands found and kneaded my breast, playing with my nipples until I came, my body shivering with orgasm.

He came soon after, pulling out and decorating my stomach while hissing my name. We spent a minute or so catching our breath, and I used my panties to wipe away the mess on my belly. “Never question my powers again, got it?” Mitch joked breathlessly, and his voice cracked a little saying it. We both couldn’t help but laugh as we shuffled around pulling clothes back on from where they were haplessly disregarded on the floor.

“Fine, but-” I started.

One of the university’s janitors came in through the door. We froze. He paused mid-step at seeing us.

“Good thing it was a free-cut, right?” Mitch blurted out, shooting a look at me with a mischievous glint in his eyes

“Yeah, the prof should have announced an online class schedule instead.” I replied, shifting discretely to pull the hem of my shirt down further. My cunt was still dripping from our little session. The janitor nodded without a word and left, and we took our own leave soon after.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/f8awjb/how_my_m22_bff_and_i_f21_became_fwbs_and_fuck_on