Drinks with my old friend

Nonfiction story that happened to a friend of mine, with names changed.

It began when I had too much to drink. My boyfriend wasn’t with us tonight because in all honesty he doesn’t know my friends that well. It was me and him and our good friend Rose. Rose and I had been drinking a fair amount and we began to feel tipsy. It was fun seeing Rose like this, she was more confident and way more flirty. She shamelessly made jokes about bedding Jay, and he would just laugh them off. He offered to stay sober to help us drive home. After we started feeling a little drunk, we asked him to drive us to Rose’s house where I would spend the night. Ride home alone in Jay’s car? After I’ve been drinking? I know my boyfriend wouldn’t say a word but I could read it on his face that he wouldn’t like that. And I don’t like making him worry. He’s probably already worried enough about me out here with these two.

We’re driving to her place and she keeps making jokes about how handsome he’s gotten since high school, and how he should just let her have a chance at him. He would laugh and just remind her she’s drunk. Between the two of us we carry Rose into her apartment, and close the door behind us. We fumble our way to the bed and finally plop her down on the bed. She kicks off her shoes and to my surprise gets up and puts her arms around Jay’s shoulders. At this point I’m sitting on the floor beside the bed, trying to take off my shoes. She begins to kiss his neck without question, and although he’s telling her no, he doesn’t seem to be making too much of an effort to push her off. Maybe he wasn’t so innocent to this idea after all.

Rose kisses his neck and runs her fingers along the collar of his T-shirt, and begins to make her way to his lips. She begins to kiss his lips and I feel myself get turned on a little bit. It was like watching the beginning to a porn video. Live. It felt guilty.. and sexy.. and wrong. Holy shit my boyfriend would be so pissed. But I’m not doing anything so maybe I just might watch them kiss and keep it secret?

She turns a kiss into a full blown makeout, and she giggles and opens up her blouse. She reveals her red lace bra, and gently unclasps the front while she leans back onto the bed. I see a look in Jay’s eye that I never thought I’d see. Lust. He wants her. At this point they’ve forgotten about me, the sole audience member to their performance. She leans back and giggles and closes her eyes, waiting for him to make his move. He fumbles around with his pants and shirt, and when he’s down to his Calvin’s he begins to kiss her stomach, up to her boobs and realizes… she’s fallen asleep. Of course she would, with how much she drank. She’s fast asleep. Breathing gently with her boobs out and legs hanging over the edge of the bed, she’s asleep. Jay sighs in disappointment and looks over to me.

I laugh. “Almost got it didn’t ya?”

He laughed and slumped down onto the floor, looking almost ashamed of his situation. He started talking but for some reason all I was drawn to was how his shoulders looked while he was propping himself up on the floor. His abs showed, and his thighs looked beefy and muscular under his tightly pressed Calvin’s. I thought to myself about my boyfriend sitting at home, worrying, while I’m here eyeballing my friend. All because of those drinks. Then something he says snaps me out of my trance.

“But Jen, you look so fucking good in that outfit.”

Did he really just say that? No way. No fucking way. I felt almost angry that he was talking to me like that. But at the same time I’m getting mad for him giving me a compliment? I think the alcohol is playing a part to these stupid thoughts. All I could think of telling him was that my boyfriend might not be too happy with him talking that way about me. He kept staring at me, and this was when things changed. He looked at me with that same look of lust he was giving to Rose earlier. But at the same time he has this longing look, almost hoping that if he tries something that it won’t go as bad as it did with Rose. And for the first time I notice, he’s bulging through his underwear. Oh. My. God. That cock looks so good. I’m in a tipsy haze and because of that it takes me a second to realize he’s shifting positions. He’s moving. He’s.. crawling towards me. My heart rate is beating. I haven’t done anything to stop him. Oh god, wait, why can’t I move. Maybe I want to see what’s happening next. Maybe part of me is convinced this is still an innocent hangout between some old friends.. while Rose is on her back with her tits out and Jay is crawling towards me in nothing but black Calvin Klein underwear. Now he’s close to my face.

He’s looking at my lips, looking down my blouse, and I feel scared.. but excited. I could smell him and it’s a mix of cologne and what I’m guessing is a bit of anxiety sweat. He looks up at me and doesn’t say a word. All I manage to whisper is “My boyfriend..” and he leans in slowly. Why haven’t I done anything to stop him. He’s closing his eyes. He’s so close to my lips.. and it hits me.. I want this to happen.

I want it to happen because it’s so wrong. Because Jay was always that good friend of mine who would never think of such things. I’ve always thought he was extremely handsome, but perhaps that’s because I know his personality and know he is an amazing person. I had drinks. Drinks make me feel confident. I’m sexy. I know it because of how he looked at me. And the way I was looking at him when he was talking. And he kisses me. It’s like a sigh of relief but a huge wave of guilt all at once. It feels amazing but I’m sick to my stomach at the same time. I fucking love it.

He keeps kissing me and he begins to pull open the buttons on my dress. All I have on are my black stockings I was already wearing to work, a long dress I found that happened to be clean, and my panties. I wasn’t even wearing a bra this whole night. And he’s letting them free now. He pulls open the dress with a desperate yank and grasps one of my tits with his big hands. He’s breathing heavy now and I want to hear more of it. Before I could stop myself I hear my voice saying “Baby no, he would get so pissed if he found out it’s got to sto——“

And it’s like it only made him want it more. Why did I call him baby? He put my nipple into his mouth and it made me moan. Oh no. Only my boyfriend hears me call him baby or moan. Now so does Jay. It turns me on so much I almost can’t handle it and we haven’t even gone below the belt yet. He’s tugging at my dress and once it’s off my body, leaving only my panties and stockings, he stands up and begins to pull down his trunks. He looks at me like I’m the hottest thing he’s ever seen. Like I’m some model. Or some pornstar. I like when he’s looking at me like that. He wanted to look at me like I’m some pornstar? Let me show him what his little pornstar can do. I get up on my knees and stop his hands from pulling his underwear off. I pull it myself while kissing his V taper line by his waist, and lean back to finally see what that cock looks like. It is big. Not huge but just a big thick cock, it looks delicious.. wait what the fuck am I saying?

I grab it with one hand and shake it a little. Then before I can stop myself I’m slobbering all over his cock trying to make it as wet as possible, jerking and sucking, trying to get him to breathe heavier and moan for me. I sucked his cock for I don’t know how long before he leans down and picks me up and puts me on the bed. Adjacent to Rose’s head. She wakes up with the shaking of the bed when I land, and giggles and says “THAT’S MY GIRL!”.. clearly still drunk. She slurs her words when she says “I’ll give you two some space.” And then lays down on the floor and knocks out again. When I look down, Jay has my panties around my ankles, along with my stockings all bunched up. He’s fumbling with them before finally getting them off and then hops on the bed to kiss me on my chest and neck, before meeting at my lips. Then he stops. He looks at me with that same bashful smile and says “I didn’t uhh.. I didn’t bring any condoms.” And drops down to kiss my neck, accepting his fate. Then it’s my voice talking for me again, the voice of my desires. I push him up for a second, look at him in his eyes and say “Fuck me Jay, please just fuck me.”

He looks wide eyed and slowly reaches down and starts caressing my clit. It feels so fucking good. And he says in a shaky voice “and your boyfriend?”.. and I reply “Fuck me daddy.. please.”

I never talk like that. What the fuck is going on.

He lines his big dick up with my soaking wet pussy and slowly starts to slide it in. I thought he wanted to go slow but the lust wins him over and he slams his bare cock into me. I felt myself dripping all over the bed because of how wet I was. This felt so fucking sexy. It’s not my boyfriend inside me. He’s waiting at home. He doesn’t know. Why does this feel so horrible but so fucking hot at the same time. I wrap my arms around his shoulders and lay back onto the bed, him in my arms. He presses close and I can feel my tits squeezing fast against his chest. And he starts fucking me. Hard. He wants me and it feels so good. We fucked like that for a while then I get on top and ride his dick like I’ve never rode before. I loved being in control. I bend it over for him and let him hit it from the back. I keep thinking about what happens when he’s gonna cum. I don’t care right now.. all I can think of is that huge cock ramming inside of me, turning my already drunk mind into mush. After what I think is an hour or so of fucking like it was our last time ever, he starts to slow down, I’m on my back again, and he’s leaning close into my ear. He says in a deep voice “I’m about to cum.” And I’m so turned on at this point that the only thing that felt right to say was “cum inside me baby. Please. Please cum inside me.”

And shortly after I felt him pound me harder and harder until he started moaning. He presses his cock as far as he could, and I felt it. The warm cum. Spraying out of him, and filling my pussy. It was warm and it sent me over the edge, cumming all over his cock and all over the bed. All I remember next was me laying back and rubbing my hands over my pussy, feeling how his cum was dripping out and onto the bed. All while he was still licking and kissing my tits. And then my heart started to hurt.. my boyfriend. What have I done.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/fbs8c7/drinks_with_my_old_friend