Fucking my new friend after weeks of indecisive flirting [FM]

While horny in quarantine I’ve been thinking about the first time I had sex with a friend I was flirting with last year. At the time, it was the best sex I had ever had. I still get off thinking about this night. The fun stuff starts at *****

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J. and I were friends before we ever started fucking. It was about six months after I had gotten out of a long-term relationship (the ex- cheated on me), and I was trying to find a new friend circle. I started mountain biking and met J. on a group ride. 

I’m not a very athletic person, but J. rode in the back with me when I was still getting the hang of things. And he started inviting me to group outings with his friends. 

A bit about me: I’m 5′ 4″, 27 years old, petite and curvy, medium dork factor. I have glasses with a very high prescription, which gets in the way of a lot of activities, including sex, sports and eating hot soup.

J. was an average height, maybe 5′ 8″ or 5′ 9″, with a stocky build. He had thick arms and a slight gut, which I found very cute. He was 35 and self-conscious about beginning to lose his hair, but this didn’t bother me. He had a brownish-red beard and I liked the creases that formed at the corners of his eyes when he smiled. 

Early on I was attracted to J. and we certainly flirted, but I was unsure if I wanted to hook up with anyone in the group. I was still kind of wounded from the break-up. The other thing was J’s friends. His two best friends were women, Becca and Katie, who were nice enough but also seemed kind of territorial about J. They were both involved with other men but I got the vibe that they were saving him in case things didn’t work out. I didn’t really want to deal with that drama, so I decided it wasn’t a good idea to hook up with J and started putting up a few friendly boundaries. 

We had been hanging out for almost two months, about once a week, when J. invited me to go on a ride with one of the other guys from the group. But that morning his friend flaked, so it was just the two of us on a new trail. 

It was a pretty good ride – I was getting the hang of things, and I have to admit he looked really good on his bike. I could see his back muscles through his sweaty shirt and I found myself thinking about what it would be like to have him holding me down. At some point I must have gotten a bit distracted because I didn’t land a jump, skidded off the trail and rolled down a rocky slope. 

“Jesus fuck,” J. shouted, leaping off his bike and running over to me. 

“I’m totally fine,” I said, glasses a little askew, laughing. I had scraped up my leg and was covered in dust but was fine. “Think I can’t handle a tumble?”

“I just wouldn’t be able to forgive myself if you got too hurt,” he said, his hands lingering on my lower back as he helped me up. 

We finished the ride, dusty and sweaty, and sat on the ground in the parking lot gulping water. 

I noticed something poking my boobs and peeked into my sweaty sports bra. 

“How the fuck did I get a rock in between my tits?” I said, reaching in to fish out a sizable and pointy rock. “Maybe it got in there when I fell.” 

“Lucky rock,” J. said. I threw the rock at him. 

J. invited me over to his place to make lunch, and I happily obliged. I hadn’t been over to his place before. 

“Do you live here alone?” I asked when we got to his apartment, a spacious loft with a brick wall and a bunch of plants everywhere. 

“Yup,” J said, flashing a grin at me. “All by my lonesome. What do you want for lunch? I could make tacos, or sandwiches.”

“Tacos, definitely tacos,” I said. 

J. was rummaging through his pantry so I took the opportunity to do some light snooping, fiddling with the stuff on his coffee table. There was a puzzling number of USB drives, pens and chopsticks from takeout, and a tin of gummy edibles that caught my eye. 

“Ooh, can I have one of these?” I said, shaking the tin for him to see. 

“Go for it, and then throw it over here,” he said while pouring corn masa into a bowl.

“Do you want to shower, by the way? I thought I might rinse off after we eat. But you can hop in now if you want, I have extra towels beneath the sink.”

I nodded and hopped off to the bathroom. 

I was halfway through the shower, soaping the grime off my body, when I realized two things. One, I didn’t bring any clean clothes to change into; two, that I was starving and that edible would probably hit me pretty hard. I get very horny when I’m high. And suddenly soaping up my tits felt very sensual and I started to think about J.’s arms and back. 

When I was done showering and sufficiently worked up I wrapped myself in a towel and poked my head out the bathroom door. The cool, fresh air and smell of sizzling meat was so enticing. 

“Erm, I forgot to bring extra clothes – could I borrow a t-shirt or something? I’ll bring it back!” I shouted. 

J. turned around from the stove and waved me off nonchalantly. “Just grab something from my room, I don’t care.” 

I went into his room, which was fairly tidy, and found a grey t-shirt and a pair of his shorts, which I put on without a bra or underwear. The t-shirt was a bit thick, which I hoped would hide my rock hard nipples, and the shorts kept slipping down my hips but I could keep them up if I pulled the draw string all the way.

“Okay, I’m clean!” I said, twirling for J. in my improvised outfit. “Thank you for letting me borrow some clothes.” 

“Good timing, I’m fucking starving,” he said.

I won’t bore you with details about lunch, except that the homemade tortillas were great and as the edible lifted my inhibitions I found it hard to concentrate on being a civilized, respectable lady. The material of his t-shirt was soft and smelled nice and felt like a warm embrace. I was thinking about the muscles in his back flexing. We talked about work and about tv shows and then at some point there was a bit of an awkward lull in the conversation. 

“Thanks for that lunch. It was fantastic,” I said, picking up the plates to wash. “I also didn’t expect to get so high. Did you have plans for the rest of the day?”

“Not really. Why don’t you just hang out here for a bit,” he said. “I guess I’ll go shower now if you don’t mind.” 

While J. was in the bathroom I lay on the couch feeling like an idiot. I felt like maybe I shouldn’t be in his clothes or in his apartment. I actually didn’t even know if he was interested in me or just being a good friend. But lying there on the couch, my mind started to drift. I closed my eyes and slipped my hand under my shirt and began massaging my tits and pinching the nipples. My hand went down my shorts, grazing my bush and the lips of my pussy, when I heard the bathroom door crack open and jolted back to attention. I half, maybe more than half, hoped he had seen me touching myself. 

J. walked in with the towel draped around his shoulders, in a pair of gym shorts with no shirt. He handed me a cold seltzer and sat down next to me. 

“So how’s life,” he said, playing with the pile of USBs on the table. 

“Uh, good,” I said awkwardly, thrown off by my own unbridled horniness. 

“How’s the dating life?” he said, giving me a sideways glance. 

“Oh, I haven’t really been seeing anyone. I guess I’ve been trying to focus on making friends,” I said. I immediately kicked myself for saying that. 

“Oh, okay,” he said. “It’s a bit hard to get a read on you.” Then he looked straight at me, a glance which went straight to my loins. 

“Well, I guess I’m afraid of fucking things up and having no friends,” I said, pausing for a bit, and there was probably a nervous laugh. “I’ve been trying to get a read on you too.” 

The weird oppressive sexual tension and this awkward exchange, at this point, had gone on too long. I was also high as shit and not capable of constructing a good sentence at this point. So I sat up and put my hand on his back. 

“Do you wannaaaaaaa —” I said abruptly, like a complete idiot, staring at the ceiling. 

*****

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Before I could go on, he planted his lips on my neck and gave me wet sensual kisses that sent waves of pleasure through my body. I moaned softly as he kissed my neck, and then my cheeks and then my lips, roughly and urgently. He gripped my waist tightly with both hands and moved my hips closer to him, then laid me back on the couch. 

He pulled up my (his) shirt to reveal my naked torso, my brown nipples completely hard and my chest covered in goosebumps from the stimulation. 

He grabbed my breasts, one in each hand, and started massaging them while kissing right between them, which I did not know would feel so good. I could feel his erect cock through his shorts, wet with precum, grazing the inside of my leg. 

“You have,” he said, coming up for a breath of air. “dreamy tits.” He swirled his tongue around my right nipple and sucked on it.

“I didn’t fucking know I liked this that much,” I said, a little breathless, and he grinned. 

My last relationship was my first relationship, and it went on for four years. Our sex was okay, very passionate at first, but over time it kind of felt one-sided and like I needed to perform for him. Other than that, I hadn’t really dated all that much and slept with a few other guys casually. Sex was decent, but I always felt so nervous, like I would do something wrong and ruin the moment. 

J. was something different. I felt so relaxed around him (also, the weed). The way he kissed and touched my whole body felt so sensual. He was taking his time too, testing how his touch made me react. I don’t know how long we were on the couch for but we made out and groped each other for awhile, until my pussy was throbbing with anticipation. 

J. slid off the couch and propped my hips up on a pillow and started kissing my stomach, while his hand traveled under the leg of the gym shorts I was wearing. He found my pussy, soaking wet. 

“Ooo,” He said quietly. “No panties. Can I see?” 

I slid off the shorts and exposed my bare pussy, shaven along the lips with a trimmed bush. The cool air on my exposed pussy and throbbing clit was almost too much. When he saw my on the couch, holding my legs open for him, he emitted this sexy low growl. Just feeling his breath on my pussy was making me excited. 

“Please fuck me,” I said, followed by the most honest thing I’d said to him all day. “I’ve wanted you to fuck me all afternoon.”

He laughed and got down on his knees. 

“Not yet. This first.” 

He started to kiss my inner thighs and made his way to my pussy, kissing and licking the lips slowly before laying the flat part of his tongue over my pussy. He would tease my clit for a moment and then draw away. It was maddening. By now I was extremely high and all I could focus on was his touch. The way his hands gripped my hips tightly, the sound of his heavy breathing, the view of his hard cock straining against his shorts. Suddenly I felt his finger slip into my pussy while his tongue swirled around my clit and I breathed in sharply, pushing my hips forward so I could feel the full length of his finger. He inserted another finger and started rubbing my g-spot with a “come hither” motion, first slowly and increasing in speed, thrusting his fingers in and out of me. I could hear the schlock-schlock of my wet pussy as he finger-fucked me and my juices running down my thighs onto the pillow. 

“Fuuuuuuck,” I moaned, my back arching with pleasure, and he increased his speed. 

Suddenly I squirted fluids all over the couch and onto his shirt, my juices dripping down his forearms. I felt the warmness wash over me and I started shaking from the intensity of the orgasm. 

He looked up at me from where he was kneeling, covered in my juices and very pleased with himself, with his rock hard cock straining against his shorts. 

I was still catching my breath. But I definitely was not done. 

“Okay, now you definitely have to take those shorts off,” I said. 

He stood up and slipped off his shorts, revealing a beautiful thick cock. He was probably five or six inches with trimmed pubes. They were reddish brown, which I thought was cute. I scrambled to my knees and immediately wrapped my lips around his cock. 

Now, I love sucking cock generally but when I’m high it’s extra fun, like an enhanced make-out session. I loved how the head of his cock felt against my tongue. I loved pushing the length of his cock into my mouth so I could imagine how deep he would go inside of me. I loved feeling his cock throb in my mouth as I increased the intensity and speed. The whole time I just thought about how good it would feel to have his head pressed up against my wet pussy lips, then plunging deep inside of me with each stroke. I could probably get off while giving a blow job, and just fantasizing about his cock inside of me. 

When his cock started to twitch I knew he was close to cumming and he gestured for me to stop. 

“Do you want to go to the bedroom?” he asked, catching his breath.

When we got to the bedroom he pushed me onto the bed on my stomach and lay on top of me. I was still soaked with my own cum. His cock slipped between my slick thighs and rubbed against my pussy, causing us both to moan. I loved the weight of his body on top of mine. He pulled my hair a little and started to kiss and bite my neck.

“No more teasing,” I said.

“Let me get a condom,” he said, starting to lift himself off the bed. 

“No need,” I said, pushing my hips up and pushing down against his cock. “Birth control.”

We fell back onto the bed and he pushed all the way inside of me,  letting out a low, animal groan, and I was proud to have retaken a bit of control, to overwhelm him with pleasure. He wrapped his arms around my torso tightly, one hand on my neck, and took slow, deep strokes of my pussy. I could feel myself getting wetter as he thrusted more quickly, pussy juice flying everywhere. 

He got up and pulled me up onto my knees, spanking me. It startled me and I gasped. I sat back on my heels and he kneeled behind me, holding both my arms back while he fucked me hard from behind. I had never done this position before but it felt amazing. From that angle, each time he thrust deep into me, his head would stimulate my g-spot. I wish we could have fucked like that forever. 

At some point he wrapped his arms around me and massaged my tits while he fucked me, pinching my nipples and kissing my neck. That was it. I was going to cum all over his cock.

As soon as I started cumming, my pussy contracting and squeezing his dick, I could feel his cock start to pulse. His grip tightened around my torso. He started thrusting as hard as he could until his hot cum flooded my pussy. 

We both collapsed onto the bed, him on his back, me on my stomach. 

“Holy shit,” he said between breaths, covered in sweat. Then he looked at me. “How are you?”

I was still recovering from that orgasm, but my clit was still throbbing and as we lay there I kept grinding my hips into the bed. The feeling of his hot cum dripping on my pussy, wet and warm, was so inviting and turned me on even more. I had never been so turned on before. Now I wanted him to fuck his cum deeper into me. But he looked pretty tired. 

I flopped over onto my back and scooted closer to him, resting my head on his chest. 

“So good,” I sighed. “I could do that all night. I mean, I will do that all night, if you’re not too spent.” 

He laughed, those cute creases by his eyes wrinkling, and reached down into his night stand and pulled out a vibrator. 

“Why don’t you enjoy yourself while I rest up for round two?”

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/fzmv2q/fucking_my_new_friend_after_weeks_of_indecisive