[FM] My boyfriend came inside me while a friend slept only feet away

For our one year anniversary, my boyfriend Henry and I rented a two bedroom Airbnb cabin in Lake Tahoe on a three day weekend with some friends: a couple who I’ll call Samantha and Mary and several singletons who I’ll call Tony, Elizabeth, and George. Tony is bi, and Elizabeth and George had a thing that didn’t end well. As a result of his history with Elizabeth and his homophobic weirdness about sharing a room with Tony, George tried to get Henry on his side about our sleeping configurations so that he wouldn’t have to sleep in the living room with the half of the friend group that he had alienated.

You might be able to tell that I don’t particularly like George. Henry’s a bit of a people pleaser – it’s one of the few recurring fights we have – whereas I’m of the “fuck you, you homophobic shit, you made your bed so lay in it” variety. So, even though it was our anniversary weekend, Henry and I ended up giving up our room to Elizabeth and Tony in exchange for George agreeing to pay for our booze for the weekend. Samantha and Mary were unwilling to cater to George or allow him to sleep near them, pissed off by his childish demands.

When we got to the AirBnB and saw our sleeping accommodations, an air mattress and a pull-out couch in the living room, I was pissed. Henry squeezed my hand, clearly sending a silent prayer that I wouldn’t start the whole bargaining process over from scratch. I sighed and tossed my bag on the lumpy surface of the pull-out couch before dragging the blow-up mattress behind the back of the couch to create some semblance of privacy. I caught Henry looking at me, his brow furrowed, and tried to give him a smile, but it didn’t quite reach my eyes. I didn’t want to guilt him for keeping the peace, but I’m incapable of hiding my emotions from him.

Our first day passed uneventfully enough, exploring the surrounding hiking trails, playing some drinking games, and placing private bets about whether and when Elizabeth and Tony would hook up. Until after dinner. George and Elizabeth got in a drunken spat about something stupid George had said, Tony quickly taking her side while Henry tried to mediate. I quietly slipped away to sit on the pull-out couch, putting in headphones to tune out the bickering and pulling out a book. It didn’t work. I flinched as the doors to the two bedrooms slammed in rapid succession, heated conversations clearly continuing behind them. I glanced up to see George and Henry still at the dining room table, George with his face in his hands and Henry with one comforting hand on George’s shoulder. I leaned back down against my sad, thin pillow and returned to my book to give them some privacy as they hashed things out.

I was under the covers on the pull-out couch but wide awake by the time Henry climbed in next to me, placing a sweet but clearly still drunken kiss on my neck as he settled in. He pulled me against him to spoon, his unseen half-erection slipping between my ass cheeks. I pressed back against him, teasing him with gentle brushes. His hand slipped down to grab my cunt, one firm finger placing delicious pressure against my clit. We rocked against each other for a few moments, and I turned my head to capture his lips in a sloppy kiss. The sudden sound of the creaking air mattress from behind us made us still our movements. George’s head appeared in my peripheral vision as he peering over the back of the couch. “Are you guys fucking?” He asked belligerently.

“No?” Henry scoffed, unsubtly removing his hand from my panties under the covers.

After a few minutes, George’s snoring filled the room. Henry tried to reinitiate, bringing a hand up to palm my breast, but the moment had passed. I took his hand and brought it to my mouth, kissing it lightly to show that I wasn’t angry at him but that I wasn’t interested in continuing.

Breakfast the next day was tense, nobody willing to make up or work through the events of the night before and more than one person nursing an emotional and physical hangover. Only Henry was energetic, cracking jokes as he poured out liberal cups of coffee and dished out plates of breakfast food. Eventually his infectious happiness lightened the mood and got us all laughing and talking again.

Samantha and Mary proposed taking shrooms and going for a hike to a waterfall. Elizabeth and Tony quickly agreed to join, and then turned to us expectantly. I caught Henry’s eye. It was tempting, but then he raised an eyebrow almost imperceptibly and gave me a shadow of a wink. “I think we’ll sit this one out!” I told them innocently, “I want to try out the hot tub.”

They nodded, accepting my flimsy excuse, and turned to George. “I’m going to stay behind too,” he chimed in, “the hot tub sounds fun!”

My stomach dropped. After the four adventurers left, Henry and I changed into our bathing suits in one of the spare bedrooms and raced outside to the hot tub, knowing that George would come looking for us if we took too long to “get ready.” I sank into the steaming water with a groan, relieved to have a moment alone with my partner. He slid in behind me and began to massage my shoulders, methodically rubbing the tension from each muscle in turn. I shifted to settle down on his lap and let my head roll back onto his chest. The thought to slip my hand down his trunks had barely crossed my mind when a loud rapping on the sliding glass door interrupted us. George stood there, stuck inside, holding three beers in his arms. With a huff of frustration, I got out to open the door for him. “Brought us some libations!” He crowed triumphantly. “I figured you guys should get your money’s worth of my booze.”

We all settled into the hot tub and clinked our cans. The interruption was unwelcome, but I did admit that the cool drinks provided a lovely sensory contrast to the steaming tub. We made light conversation, Henry catching my eye briefly and mouthing an apology. I smiled at him and shrugged, disappointed but trying not to let it ruin our weekend. I leaned my head back against the edge of the hot tub and stretched out my legs, placing them in his lap. He began rubbing my feet with strong fingers, clearly trying to make it up to me. A smile crossed my lips against my will, kind of wanting to still be annoyed but the massage almost making it all worth it. George made a comment about PDA but I tuned him out, my eyes closed as I focused on the feeling of Henry’s hands on my soles and the hot tub’s jets against my back. George started on about some stupid shit I didn’t care about, barely taking breaths between sentences, until I went back inside to read, desperate to get a moment of quiet away from him and his chattering. Henry willingly fell on the grenade, staying outside to entertain George and giving me a few hours of blessed reprieve.

That evening we all ate dinner together without any drama, the four shroom-takers slightly giggly and prone to spacing out. I left the merriment early to take a shower and wash off the hot tub water before bed. Minutes after I stepped in, I heard a soft knock on the door and turned to see Henry quietly slip inside, shutting the door behind him with a soft click. He grinned at me as he shrugged out of his shirt and swim trunks to join me in the shower. An excited shiver ran down my body as Henry dropped to his knees and lifted one of my legs to rest over his shoulder, pressing kisses from my knee up my inner thigh until finally reaching my pussy. My back rested against the cold tile wall. He buried his nose in the soft curls between my thighs, running his tongue in a long lick up my vulva. He rolled his tongue over my clit before sucking it into his mouth lightly, his hands coming to grip my ass and hold me in place. My head fell back against the shower wall, and I moaned quietly, trying not to let the sound bounce off the tiles. Pleasure built in my belly and thighs as he increased his pressure, my body tensing as I got closer and closer, until—

*Knock knock knock* “Guys I’ve really gotta pee!”

At least it wasn’t George this time. Elizabeth was apologetic as she interrupted us, clear desperation evident in her voice even muffled through the door. Henry groaned disappointedly as I helped him up, placing a sweet, apologetic kiss on my cheek as he rose to his full height. I rinsed off the remaining suds and turned off the shower, wrapping my large, still-damp pool towel around both us. “Um, we only have one towel in here,” I called through the door.

Elizabeth’s footsteps receded and then quickly returned. She cracked open the door and held out a fresh towel without looking, her face turned back to our friends down the hallway. I smiled at her considerateness and gave Henry the new towel, taking the damp, oversized towel I had used after the hot tub for myself. It wasn’t much, but I wanted to show my appreciation for his positive attitude and relentless attempts to turn this weekend around.

I grabbed my clothes and changed in one of the bedrooms, knowing Henry was next door doing the same thing. I tried and failed not to picture his naked form, feeling horny and pent up frustration at our circumstances and guilt for not being more understanding or accommodating. This trip was before we lived in the same city, so I knew the next time we would be alone together would be the next weekend. The idea of waiting another five days before being able to touch him felt intolerable. What can I say? I’m weak.

When I finally rejoined Henry and our friends in the living room, the evening seemed to be winding down. I yawned and stretched, my breasts pulling my shirt taught and lifting it, showing a trace of my midriff. I caught Henry staring and smiled sadly at him. I couldn’t fake being happy that our anniversary weekend had turned out this way, no matter how much I wished I could grin and bear it for him. Something passed over his face, and he stood up forcefully from the table. “Come on, guys, it’s our last night here!” He yelled suddenly, slapping the table. “We’ve got to make the most of it.”

A grin spread across my face from his infectious enthusiasm. We all helped arrange the table for more drinking games, giggling like teenagers at their first house party. Henry came up behind me under the pretense of fixing my set-up for beer pong. “Don’t get too drunk,” he whispered, “I’m not finished with you yet.”

I wasn’t wearing panties under my sleep shorts, so the instantaneous flood threatened to spill down my thighs. The hours ticked by slowly, but I couldn’t care less – I was having too much fun laughing at our friends’ antics and watching everybody except Henry try to out-drink each other. “Hey George,” he said at one point, making brief but meaningful eye contact with me, “I bet you can’t chug that beer before I finish mine.”

George instantly shotgunned the beer. Questionable ethics aside, Henry was doing a fantastic job of making sure that everybody else in the house would be otherwise preoccupied or fast asleep within an hour. Like clockwork, Samantha and Mary slinked off to their bedroom, giggling and barely keeping their interactions PG as they stumbled down the hallway. Elizabeth and Tony went to their bedroom (supposedly with a pillow wall between them) within minutes of each other, clearing their throats and not making eye contact with us or each other.

And then there were three. “I’m not even tired,” George slurred, “I wanna go back in the tub.”

Henry caught him around the waist and pulled him back from the sliding glass door. “You would drown, buddy.”

George let out a shrug of confusion and protest, barely keeping his eyes open. “Fine. But I’m not going to sleep.”

He was snoring on the air mattress in a matter of minutes. Henry looked over at me, triumphant, his eyes lighting up as he stood up from tucking George into bed. “Get over here,” I whispered, sinking onto the pull-out couch.

He practically ran, pulling off his clothes and tossing them haphazardly onto our bags. I giggled as he tackled me, his hands running up and down my body and his mouth gluing itself to mine. My giggles quickly turned into moans as he lifted my shirt and began sucking on my nipples, his tongue rolling over each of the sensitive buds in turn until they hardened. I wove one hand through his hair as he kissed and sucked across my chest and up my neck, closing my eyes to better drown myself in the sensations. He shoved one hand down my sleep shorts roughly, groaning when he found the pool of wetness flooding the entrance to my pussy. His fingers teased at my opening, refusing to give me what I needed.

“Stop playing around and just fuck me,” I whispered, grinding into his hand helplessly.

He paused his movements and kissed me deeply. “Not yet.”

Maintaining eye contact, he pushed two fingers into my cunt while placing almost painful pressure on my clit with his thumb. A moan bubbled up through my throat, silenced only when Henry covered my mouth with his other hand. “You need to keep quiet,” he hissed teasingly, curling his fingers to hit my g-spot with a knowing smirk on his face.

I closed my eyes and let out a muffled moan into his hand with every stroke as Henry leaned over to suck on my neck, almost certainly leaving love bites. I couldn’t bring myself to care. He increased the pressure on my clit and began nibbling on my ear. My hands balled into fists from the efforts of not screaming out his name as I tipped over the edge, cumming hard against his hand and unable to stop my legs from shaking against the lumpy pull-out couch mattress.

Henry quickly swapped out the hand covering my mouth for his lips, silencing me with a deep, penetrating kiss. Without giving me a moment to rest, he withdrew his hand from my pussy and pulled me to the edge of the pull-out couch’s mattress, expertly removing my sleep shorts in one swift motion as he stood over me. He replaced his fingers with his cock, teasing the tip against my throbbing entrance. “NOW I’ll fuck you,” he whispered matter-of-factly, a cocky smile playing on his lips.

He pushed into me to the hilt, and I instantly felt my face flush. A low exhale exited Henry’s lips, all cockiness gone as he struggled to maintain control. He began thrusting slowly, gripping my tits firmly for balance as he leaned over to kiss me, his feet planted firmly on the floor. I wrapped my legs around his waist, opening my hips to let him sink in deeper with every thrust. A loud snort from the direction of George’s air mattress instantly made us freeze and break out kiss, scarcely breathing out of fear of waking him up. After a tense, silent moment, Henry resumed his slow, methodical, rhythmic thrusting. “Hey,” I whispered, making him look me in the eye, “we need to wrap it up. Quickly.”

“Not until you cum again.”

“We don’t know if that is going to happen,” I whispered out between moans, barely retaining a conversational tone while Henry pumped in and out of my throbbing pussy, “You should just cum.”

“Not. Until. You. Cum. Again.”

Our whisper fight immediately ceased at the sound of another snort from behind the couch. We froze again and locked eyes in momentary terror, afraid that we’d have to stop before either of us could cum. I gave him a pointed look. He nodded.

Henry began fucking me in earnest, bringing a hand between us to circle my clit. I sucked my right pointer finger in my mouth to wet it quickly and then brought him down to kiss me, determined to win. As I slipped my tongue into his mouth, I brought my right hand around his back to slide my finger towards his ass. He moaned into my mouth in assent, and I pressed my finger into his tight hole, immediately finding and pressing on his prostate. Henry broke our kiss to bury his face in my neck, his thrusts getting shallower but rougher as he neared orgasm. “You’re going to cum for me,” he growled, increasing the pressure on my clit.

“You’re going to cum first,” I panted, knowing I was losing this battle.

I’m weak. I couldn’t help it. I began bucking wildly against his hand, my orgasm forcing my legs to clench tightly around his hips. I squeezed my eyes shut until colorful lights exploded behind my eyelids while I exploded around Henry’s cock. He followed me shortly after, groaning into my neck and tensing as he filled my pussy with hot, thick cum. We rested there for a moment, my legs still wrapped around his waist, his hand still trapped between our bodies, and my finger still deep in his ass. Out of nowhere, he started giggling, his body shaking against mine. “What is it?” I whispered, joining his infectious laughter in spite of myself.

Henry’s wheezed with laughter, struggling to catch his breath. It took him a moment before he could speak, tears of mirth leaking from the corners of his eyes. “I guess it wasn’t a pull-out couch after all.”

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/gt7qyl/fm_my_boyfriend_came_inside_me_while_a_friend