[FM] Sharing the bed with my college friend

My first post on here so I’m not too sure where to begin. I have a few more possible stories to share but we’ll see.

I had made plans to visit my then-boyfriend (let’s call him Harry). I was living at college quite far away from where Harry lived and we didn’t see each other much. As a result I often felt quite sexually frustrated and sometimes found myself wishing I could do more but resisted because I didn’t want to be like that.

My college friend (we’ll call him Mark) and I were really close. I thought he was cute, kinda skinny but a nice face. We’d only ever been friends and I would never expect anything else from him. I asked Mark if I could stay at his place for the night since my train to go see Harry was very early and he lived very close to the station. He, of course, said it would be no problem and we were looking forward to having a good time together for the evening.

When I got to his place we had some take out, played some video games and had a few drinks (not enough to get drunk). It got quite late in the evening so we both decided to go to bed so I took my bag into his room and saw he had prepared a pillow and blanket on the floor next to his bed. I didn’t really want to sleep there and he said it was for him so I could have the bed. It was a sweet gesture but I didn’t want Mark to be on the floor because of me so I said “why don’t we just share the bed?”. It made sense, the bed was big enough and I didn’t see anything wrong with it. We were friends and neither of us had any intentions. Mark wasn’t the type to argue with a guest so he agreed. We put our nightclothes on and got into bed. I wore some boxer shorts and a button up top and Mark had bottoms on but no shirt.

We cuddled up a little and it felt really nice, chatting in the dark about loads of stuff. Eventually we shuffled to our own sides of the bed and went to sleep.

During the night, I’m not exactly sure what time, I woke up and Mark’s face was right in front of mine, only a few inches away and I could hear his breathing. Then I realised it wasn’t just his, my breath was heavier and my heart was pumping and it was then, being so close to him, in that moment I wanted to kiss him. I knew it was wrong and I felt terrible for even thinking about it but I couldn’t stop myself. I was about to kiss him when I saw his eyes open. I froze, wondering if he knew what I was going to do.

“You alright?” Mark asked me, his face still inches from mine.

“Yeah” was all I could get out in between breaths.

Somewhere deep down I felt relieved he’d woken up and stopped me. We talked some more, just random stuff friends talk about in the middle of the night. I’d almost forgotten what had happened, but after a long silence, Mark moved his face closer to mine and said “I really want to kiss you”.

That was it for me. Something in me broke. I didn’t even think. I just moved in and kissed him. It was deep and passionate, my whole body felt warm and tingly as if it was my first ever kiss. I can’t remember how long we were making out for, my hands moving over his chest, his hands exploring my back and my sides, occasionally breezing over my ass. It just felt so amazing to be touched again. We pressed up against each other and I could feel how hard he was. I started reminding myself what I was doing, “this is wrong”, “you need to stop”, “we shouldn’t be doing this”, I was yelling at myself in my head.

“I want you. I need you”, Mark said to me. I knew I wasn’t going to be able to stop myself.

“Do you have a condom?”, I asked. I slowly began fiddling with the buttons on my shirt while he searched his drawer.

“No”, he responded.

I remember thinking to myself “that kind of makes me want to do it more”. I opened my shirt and saw him looking at my chest. “Fuck me”, I told him.

“Are you sure?”, he asked. I grabbed him by the hair and pulled him closer.

“Fuck. Me. Now”, I demanded.

He didn’t hesitate to pull my boxers off, followed by his bottoms. Now he was naked and I had nothing but my shirt, open down the middle. He held me down onto the bed and climbed on to me. His dick brushed against my pussy and it made me shiver. He slowly inserted himself and I could feel how wet I was. I hadn’t been touched in ages and I’d forgotten how good it felt to have someone inside me. I moaned and let out a sharp gasp as he went in deep. I could tell he was enjoying it, he was moaning “oh, yes”, “fuck” over and over while fucking me. Neither of us made an effort to keep quiet. By now I was ignoring any thoughts telling me to stop. I didn’t want to stop and I wanted to feel sensual.

We sat up and ground hard against each other. He removed my shirt that was still hanging onto my shoulders, exposing my tits completely. He kissed and sucked on my nipples and in response I scratched my fingers down his back which only made him go harder on my nipples. Now it was my turn to take charge, I wanted to go to town on him. I pushed him back and sat on top of him. His whole length slid inside me easily and I started bouncing and grinding as fast and as hard as I could without falling over. My tits were bouncing uncontrollably until he grabbed them. At this point I could feel a wave of pleasure building and I was screaming “don’t stop”. I came harder than I think I’d ever done and I almost forgot where I was, it was just such an incredible release. I realised I had been so distracted by my orgasm that I’d missed Mark tense up and could now feel his dick twitching inside me along with the tingling of his cum that had filled me. I didn’t much care at that point and collapsed onto the bed next to him, both of us exhausted. We didn’t say anything and waited to fall asleep.

In the morning I went through my usual routine, took a shower, the pill etc. He was still asleep when I had to leave. I felt bad for leaving him without saying anything but I didn’t want to wake him, I was also somewhat afraid to see him naked again, so I left. A few hours into my journey and he starts texting me “sorry I missed you”, “I had a nice time”, “I hope we can hang out again when I’m back”. I reminded him that I was visiting my boyfriend and Mark went quiet. I wasn’t sure what he was expecting and to be honest neither was I. I couldn’t even decide how I felt about the cheating, part of me was devastated I could do something like that but the other part thought that it was selfish but necessary for myself. I kinda hated myself but at the same time it was awesome to do whatever the fuck I wanted.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/g9t801/fm_sharing_the_bed_with_my_college_friend