After making love to Ally for the first time, (Part 1 here: https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/hlq2ni/a_good_friend_becomes_a_great_lover_mf/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)
I knew I wanted this to be more than a one-time fling based in the crisis I had been dealing with.
Ally and I had kept up communication for the 2-3 days after we’d fucked so intensely, but the talk had been fairly constrained to small talk. I had been dealing with more fallout from my dad’s surgery, so I hadn’t had a lot of free time to think or talk or anything else.
But, a couple of nights later, I made time to go see her.
When I arrived at her place, I was nervous. Things had gone so well between us, and I didn’t want to blow it, and I didn’t know what she was thinking exactly.
She greeted me at the door with a smile, a hug, and a soft, luscious kiss. I took a deep breath and relaxed a bit. She looked dynamite in an off-the-shoulder top, cream-colored, that exposed her tanned, shapely shoulders, and a pair of tight denim shorts.
We opened a bottle of wine while she whipped up and then we ate a light supper. After, we sat and cuddled on a couch. She smelled as good as she looked, all lotion and shampoo and who knows what else on a summer night.
We talked a while and enjoyed each other in quiet comfort. But I had something I needed to say.
“Ally,” I started, “would you look at me a moment?”
She sat forward and spun to face me.
“I…I meant what I said the other night. We have been so close for so long and you have been so good to me, and you are one of the happiest, most positive people I have ever met, and you make me feel so good, and I want that, and you, in my life — not JUST as a friend, but if we can make it work, something more.”
She smiled and blushed, and said, “I meant what I said, too. And I would like that very much.”
She leaned forward and kissed me, softly. After a moment, the kids intensified. I placed a hand on the back of her neck, another entwined in her luscious, dark brown hair, and we made out like high schoolers. After 15, maybe 20 minutes, she broke the kiss and whispered in my ear, “The other night was really intense. But now we do t have to worry about anyone coming home. And I want to show you some of what I have learned. “
She hopped up. “Stay there. I will be right back.”
She disappeared into her bedroom and re-emerged a few moments later, clad only in a white silk robe cinches tightly at the waist. She took my hand and led me to the bedroom.
Once inside, she pushed me down on my back on her bed and jumped on top of me. We kissed again, tongues battling as her hair fell around my face. I grabbed at her body through the silk of her robe. It felt amazing. She has me sit up and she ripped off my shirt. By coincidence, after a decade of sitting in front of a laptop most days, I had spent the last year working out hard with a personal trainer, so my previously flabby torso was now tight and well-muscled.
I laid back down. She whispered in my ear, “Here comes lesson number one.”
She began to kiss and caress my chest, shoulders, and arms with her lips and her long, slender fingers. She skated across my skin with the lightest, most magical touch. She made her way lower, and lower, u til she found herself staring at the rock-hard bulge in my jeans. She looked at me with a devilish grin and used one finger to trace my length. My cock jumped. It felt like some sweet fire was jumping from spot to spot across my skin.
She giggled and began to slowly, torturously unbutton and unzip my jeans. I strained to break free, wanting to bury myself inside her already. Once my jeans hit the floor, she crawled back up to my waist and again lightly traced her fingers over the long bulge outlined by my boxer briefs. Her every touch inflamed me, and it felt as though I was growing harder with every touch.
She hopped off the bed and grabbed a bottle of baby oil from a bedside table, then rejoined me. She peeled my boxer briefs down and off, then came back to me, opening the bottle of oil and rubbing some on her hands.
With that, she wrapped her fingers lightly around my cock, and began to stroke and caress it.
It felt unbelievably good. Up, down, twisting around, base to tip, she gently stroked me. I swelled and hardened under her touch, and groaned at the incredible feelings of arousal building within me.
“Ally, I am going to explode if you keep that up,” I groaned.
She smiled. “That’s the idea, silly.”
It wasn’t long before I couldn’t last a second longer. I arched my back, yelled something incoherent, and erupted in her hands. For what felt like 20 minutes but was probably two, she pumped every last drop of cum in my body out of me.
Ally grinned at me and said, “My my.” She bent her head down and licked and sucked every drop she could find, then crawled back up and whispered in my ear, “When you recover, I’m going to take that cock inside me until I scream.”
I smiled.
A little while later, Ally’s head on my chest, my fingers ranging across her body, I felt myself stir back to life. So do she.
She rose above me and untied her robe. As it fell and revealed her naked body, I drank in the sight of her — what I would later learn were 36C breasts, perky and high, brown nipples erect, long, lean torso and legs, long, brown hair cascading down her shoulders. She was perfect in my eyes.
She impales herself on me, sinking down my length. She moaned loudly as she sank all the way down and then began to glide up and down on me. It felt exquisite.
I ran my fingers up and down her thighs, up her torso to her breasts, and covered them with my hands, feeling their shape and weight, the rough texture of her hard nipples. I squeezed them, pinched them, leaned up to suck on them, eliciting gasps and moans of pleasure.
I wrapped my arms around her and we
moved in time, up, down, bounce, grind, skin on skin, sweat and hair flying. It was delicious and delirious, and I loved it.
Finally near exhaustion, I heard it. Ally’s moans grew more high-pitches, and she began to scream. “Yes, yes, oh Mike, I’m cumming, I’m cumming!!” She leaned forward and bit into my shoulder, screaming wordlessly. She bucked several times and then collapsed against me.
We fell back into the bed, every ounce of energy drained from us.
After catching her breath, she looked up at me. “At least here we don’t have to worry about finding my panties so your mom doesn’t stumble on them.”
I laughed out loud, kissed her, and laid back, smiling from ear to ear.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/hn6jx6/don_good_friend_to_great_lover_part_2_mf