[M][F] A close friend and I get closer

When I was in college, my girlfriend and I were long distance. We did everything we could to keep each other sexually satisfied, but a lot of the time class schedules and school work got in the way. We would go for weeks at a time without intimacy sometimes, and needless to say it was tough. Luckily for me, I had a friend who understood, who I’ll call Helen.

Helen was as fiery as can be, both in spirit and in appearance. She had ginger hair, was about 5’4” tall and athletically built. Her wit could keep up with the best, and she was always up for a friendly argument; We often fought playfully about anything under the sun. We were good friends, but it was always clear that we were nothing more than that: she had boyfriends come and go, and knew both me and girlfriend very well.

Still, there was undeniably a sexual tension between us, and it was obvious that we were both aware of it. We would never act on it though, of course…

Like the best questionable decisions, alcohol was involved in this one. One weekend some friends and I were at a house party, and I bumped into Helen, literally. The party had turned quickly from low-key beers to a crowded shit show and I was trying to push my way out of the over-stuffed house to get some air and probably head back to my apartment as I was quickly growing weary of the atmosphere, and was nearing my alcohol limit. I made my way slowly through the crowd and finally got to the door, which I swung open with an accidental drunken abandon.

I heard a thud and a cry of surprise. Helen was on the other side of the door, and she looked at me with disgruntlement that started genuine, and quickly flashed to playful when she saw who it was. “Hey, watch where you’re going, asshole!” She exclaimed in mock anger.

I scoffed and flicked her off, smiling as I did so. She huffed and slapped my arm. Moving casually into conversation, I stepped out of the way of the door and asked “how long have you been here?”

“About an hour,” Helen responded in a friendly manner, “but this is more rowdy then I was really wanting.” We were upperclassmen at this point, and were over the need to drink to prove ourselves.

“I know what you mean, I was about to head back to my place,” I responded, having made my mind up to leave by that point.

She nodded, her ginger hair swaying slightly. “I’ll join you, if you don’t mind,” she said.

I shrugged and motioned for her to come along. We walked the few blocks to my apartment, chatting on the way. When we got there, I grabbed us beers and we sat down on my couch. We continued to talk, and the conversation slowly grew more flirtatious.

It had been a few weeks since my girlfriend and I had done anything. She had been extremely busy with tests and papers, and had been spending most of her waking time in the library. I was horny, and my lowered inhibitions and comfort with Helen led me to say so out loud. “I’ve been so horny recently,” I said casually.

Helen laughed casually. “Aren’t we all?” She quipped. There was a brief, quiet pause. “Alright,” she said as she stood up, gathering her things, “go do your thing, I’m going home to do mine.”

I hesitated for a moment, and then said, half jokingly, “Well that seems like a waste. I have a better idea. Let’s do our things together.” I made a jerking off motion as I said this.

She seemed taken aback for a split second, then gave a mischievous smile and looked me dead in the eyes. “Well, what the hell. This will be our little secret,” Helen said. I nodded, and before I could say anything more Helen gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and warned: “No touching! That’s not what’s happening here.” I nodded again dumbly, not sure how to start what I had set in motion. Helen smiled as she shifted to the far end of the couch and stated matter of factly, “well, let’s get to it!” With that she began to unzip her pants.

I had seen Helen in a two-piece bathing suit several times before, so I had a good idea of what to expect. She was slim, her body covered in freckles. Her bra size was probably something like 33C. As she slid her pants off, I could see a wet spot on her panties: she was horny. Tossing her pants aside, she turned her attention to me and asked, “Why aren’t you undressed yet?” Taking the que, I stripped naked. We sat on opposite ends of the couch, taking each others naked bodies in, delighting in it. “First one across the finish line wins!,” Helen challenged, as she spread her legs and began to rub her clitoris.

I followed suit, stroking my rock-hard cock. We continued like this for several minutes, watching each other, the only sounds our increasingly heavy breathing. As I began to feel myself nearing climax, Breaking the silence, I said, “I am getting close. Are you?” I could tell she was close too by the way she was aggresively humping the air, but I wanted to hear her say it.

“I am. Fuck, I want to cum. I want you to cum on me.” I wasn’t sure if she was just talking dirty or really meant it. My confusion was quickly answered when she looked at me wondering why I hadn’t moved closer. I quickly got up and stood over her as she continued to play with herself.

We were both on the edge at this point. When I sensed I couldn’t hold it in any longer, I announced “I’m about to cum” just in time to coincide with my bursting, spraying all over Helen’s chest. This sent her over the edge, and she began to quiver and orgasm as well. Over the next minute or so, we both came back to earth slowly. We looked at each other and smiled. “Guess we tied!” I commented on her earlier challenge.

Helen laughed. “Looks like we may need a rematch sometime then. Can you get me something to clean this up?” she motioned to her glazed chest. I obliged, returning with a box of tissues. She cleaned herself up, we got dressed, and then she went back to her place. There was no further mention of what had just happened.

I am still waiting on that rematch…

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