Rob and I had been friends with benefits in university. He had gone off across the country for school and I stayed in our home town, but he visited every Christmas, and I flew out to visit friends and family where he went to school a few times, so we saw each other often enough.
He had asked me out during his first visit back home after leaving. Neither of us wanted to start a long-distance relationship, but we did want each other. We went out for dinner before I snuck him into my room past my sleeping roommates. I wasn’t ashamed of him or anything, I just didn’t feel like being interrogated by a gaggle of horny, nosy women who wanted to hear every salacious detail in the morning.
Back then I still had a tiny bed. It was a comical scene, his large frame fucking me on that twin mattress, his feet hanging over the edge when he slept over. We were awkward and janky in the sack, but we learned a thing or two about sex experimenting on each others’ bodies.
Rob was always so encouraging and kind, he told me I was beautiful and an amazing lover, even though no one really is at 19. He’d message me once or twice a year to ask how I was doing, which is more than most other dumbass guys that age would do. One time in a moment of self-doubt, he texted me to ask about the relative size of his penis. I guess I was the only person who he considered both a trusted friend and who had also seen him naked. I answered honestly – it’s perfectly average, maybe even above so, but what mattered more was he was skilled at using it.
The summer after university I flew out to spend a few days with him and his friends before we all went off in different directions to start our careers. I paid for my ticket with babysitting money and spent every last cent I had on beer and bagels. We stayed up until dawn drinking and smoking weed with his roommates on their top floor walk up apartment. It was so hot out that night we were all in tank tops and underwear. We sat next to fans that blew our hair around. I shot a roll of black and white film that night which came out looking like I had travelled back in time to the 1970s. We passed out at sunrise on his mattress on the floor, woke up at 9am, had sloppy hangover sex, and went back to sleep. That was the last time we hooked up. Oh, those dirty, broke college days.
Almost 10 years have passed since those days. He’s a successful Creative Director now. We follow each other on Instagram. He has a beautiful girlfriend, they share a cute townhouse back in our hometown down by the water. He’d always been stylish, but damn he’s been putting some thirst traps up on his feed lately. His acne cleared up, he found a hair style that makes the best of his beautiful dark blonde wavy hair, he’s clearly found an effective gym routine. I couldn’t help but wonder how he’d matured sexually.
My government job keeps me busy now, but I’ve dated around. I don’t really like the apps but from time to time I’ve met someone at a party or event and we hit it off for a bit. I liked my independence though, I could travel when I wanted to, keep my condo exactly how I like it, and I had a pretty strong vibrator to keep me satisfied. I’ve changed quite a bit from those college days too. I never got that late growth spurt I was hoping for so I’m still 5’3”, but I’ve kept active and trim. Recently I cut my long hair into a more refined bob that has defined my look, and works well with my delicate features and light brown eyes.
After he moved back home, Rob and I messaged about all getting together. He genuinely wanted me to meet his girlfriend and thought we’d get along great. We sent a few DMs back and forth, but it took almost a year for us to make a plan.
We settled on a barbecue at their place on a late spring weekend evening. I showed up with a bottle of wine. I wasn’t even sure if Rob drank anymore – at least he probably didn’t drink like we used to. I wore casual flowy pants that cut off at the ankle, and a fitted sleeveless blouse that pulled slightly at my breast line, accentuating my larger than average rack.
I pulled up in an Uber and saw Rob standing in the yard in a pair of well fitted dockers and a technical athletic shirt that hugged his muscular shoulders beautifully.
“Sarah, welcome! You’ve changed so much, I hardly recognized you. It’s so good to see you.” Rob greeted with arms wide open, swooping in for a hug without a hint of hesitation. We were truly excited to see each other.
“Hi Rob, it’s been a minute! You look great.” I returned the hug. He looked better looking than even the pictures showed.
“I want you to meet Colette… Colette this is Sarah, who I’ve told you all about.”
Colette was stunning. She was Rob’s height, they were both just over 6 feet tall. She had on a stylish knee-length dress and her shoulders were wrapped in a cashmere pashmina. Her long blonde hair was set in big curls. She didn’t wear makeup, she was naturally gorgeous, her skin practically glowed. Her lips were naturally a deep rose colour that entranced me. Her and Rob looked like they belonged in an ad for a resort together, the perfect beach-ready couple.
“I’ve heard so much about you!” exclaimed Colette, she leaned in for a hug, she was immediately friendly and warm to me.
“Same here, I can’t wait to hear all about how you two met and how you’re liking living here.”
Colette toured me though their home while Rob manned the barbecue out in the yard. The modern townhouse was lovely, though a little generic for my taste, but clearly they were happy. She guided me through their classy living room and contemporary kitchen, and showed off the downstairs guest bedroom.
“Wait ‘till you see upstairs, we have a patio off our bedroom! It’s amazing!” Colette practically squealed. When we got up into their room, it was so *adult*. It was hard to picture the same Rob that had fucked me in my twin bed in my first apartment, the same Rob that slept on a mattress on the floor of his walk-up, now had all this. A full matching bedroom set, a walk-in closet, and bamboo sheets. I was sincerely happy for him.
The evening sun was beaming in through the glass patio doors. Colette opened them and took off her pashmina, it was too hot to wear the large scarf anymore. I noticed her dress exposed her glorious side-boob that made my sex throb in a way I’d never felt before. I tried not to stare, but the cut of her dress was too revealing, it curved in towards her nipple, which it just barely covered. She was slimmer than I and didn’t require a bra for her petite, perky tits. She stepped out onto the patio, I watched from the side with my eyes glued to her breast, bouncing gently with each pace. I had an urge to reach out and squeeze her round, supple tits right then. My mouth salivated. I suppressed my craving. I was shocked at myself, I’d never been so turned on by a woman before. I joined her on the patio and looked down at Rob, grilling below us.
“We’re up here!” Colette called down. He looked up and waved at us.
“Dinner’s ready, ladies,” he informed us.
We joined Rob on their outdoor patio furniture set. Between the three of us, we finished off two bottles of wine over dinner. The conversation and booze flowed freely, we clearly all needed to blow off a little steam from our stressful jobs. Colette and Rob told me about how they met in grad school, the late nights and deadlines had created a bond between them. She had always wanted to move to the coast, so she gladly followed Rob when he moved back home.
When the food was done, Rob lit a joint which we passed around. I hadn’t smoked much weed since university, but I was loosened up enough to smoke with them tonight. I wasn’t driving home tonight anyways, so why not?
“Now you know how we met… how did you two meet?” asked Colette.
“We met in grade 12, right before Rob moved away. We went to different high schools but we had some overlapping friends, and we always kept in touch,” I explained.
“You stayed friends this whole time?” Colette pried. She didn’t buy our story.
Rob chimed in, “To be honest Colette, we were kind of… friends with certain benefits in college. We used to hook up on my visits home.”
Colette’s lips pursed into a devious smile. She had nailed it, her intuition was right.
“Oooh, little fuck buddies, eh? That must have been fun. I can see why you chose her, Rob. Sarah’s so pretty. I’d bang her,” Colette let that sentence hang in the air provocatively.
Rob and I made cautious eye contact. We weren’t sure where Colette was going with this, or whether or not she was upset Rob hadn’t told her sooner.
“Well, we haven’t… you know… done it… in like a decade,” I defended.
“Why not? Don’t you think Rob is smokin’ hot?” she pressed.
“Umm… yeah, I mean, he is totally different from who he was back when we were friends with benefits. We were practically kids back then, we were just fooling around,” I rambled.
Colette raised her wine glass.
“A toast. To our youth, to our friends, to love, and making love. Santé!” proposed Colette. Rob and I were happy to oblige, we clinked our glasses together and finished our wine.
“Why don’t you two go inside, it’ll get dark soon. I’ll clean up out here,” offered Rob, as he put out the joint on a stone ashtray.
Colette and I were both well tipsy, but the weed took the edge off. We leaned into each other and stumbled into the living room. We collapsed onto the couch, giggling. Rob walked by us on his way to the kitchen, carrying a stack of dishes, and shot me a look that screamed *be nice.* I winked back.
“So… what was young Rob… like? Was he, you know, good?” Colette interrogated as she grabbed my arm with one hand, and brushed my fingers with the other. She gave me shivers from her delicate touch.
“Yeah, I mean, we were young and awkward but we had our fun.” I was starting to blush.
Colette was leaning into me, but she had a new idea. She hopped off the couch and met Rob in the kitchen. I could still see them, she wrapped her arms around him amorously and whispered in his ear. She was swaying back and forth, waiting for an answer from him. They looked at each other and kissed before heading together into the living room.
Colette sat back next to me, so close her breasts rubbed against my bicep. I was turned on by this goddess, who was showering me with attention. Rob joined me on the other side, he wrapped his arm around me familiarly.
“Sarah, Colette and I have been talking for a while about… expanding our… experiences… in the bedroom,” Rob started in a far too formal tone.
Colette cut him off, “do you want to have a threesome with us? Stay the night. Be our third. We both want you. And I think you want the same, I couldn’t help but notice you steal a glance at me upstairs.”
My heart fluttered, I was exhilarated. No words came to me, but I turned to Rob and he gave me a smile and a nod to let me know this was entirely true. He was on board. I turned to Colette and I couldn’t resist her for a second longer. I nodded slightly and leaned in. She caught me in a kiss.
I hadn’t kissed a woman since playing truth or dare in high school, but this felt so right, so natural. Colette’s tongue met mine with enthusiasm. She leaned into me, placing her hands around my hips on the couch, forcing our faces together. Her lips were the softest I’d ever felt, her skin was so smooth. Our breasts pushed together, squishing each other’s and firing off sensitive nerve endings through both of our bodies. I could feel her hardened nipples through the thin fabric of her dress, fuck it was a turn on. I pooled with wetness in my core immediately. I let out an inadvertent moan which made Colette go wild, digging her hips into me and kissing me harder. We made out so intensely we both lost our breath and had to take a breather after a few short minutes.
I sat back upright and helped Colette do the same. I had forgotten Rob was there entirely, he just stared in awe. I wasn’t surprised that I was going to get to hook up with him again, but I was surprised that I’d get to hook up with Colette. Whenever I’d admired Rob’s posts on Instagram, I’d dreamed of his body, of his cock, but never of his girlfriend.
I looked over at Rob, who was smiling approvingly.
“Okay, I’m clearly in.” I announced.
“I’m so glad, I can’t imagine doing this with anyone else. I knew you’d be the perfect fit,” replied Rob.
“Do we need to establish rules?” I questioned. “Like, Colette… do you honestly want Rob to fuck me? Are you sure you’re okay with that? I don’t want to start anything or upset anyone.”
“As long as I get some too. You can share your cock with both of us, right, honey?” reasoned Colette.
“Definitely. To be honest, I could even just watch…”
“No!” Colette and I both exclaimed at the same time. Our heads snapped to look at each other as we burst out laughing. We both *needed* to be pounded by Rob tonight.
She was the most eager, though Rob and I were enthusiastic. Colette got up from the couch and started upstairs, looking over her shoulder and glancing at us to tell us to hurry up and meet her upstairs.
I turned to Rob, he held his arms out and pulled me in close for a moment. We locked in a kiss. He tasted familiar, he had the same movements and ticks, but just so much more control and composure now. I’d known him as a boy, and now I had the chance to know him as a man. I felt his length grow in his pants as we lingered together, tongues intertwined, for a moment in his living room. Finally we disengaged and turned to head upstairs to get it on.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/i4vizt/blast_from_the_past_catching_up_with_an_old
Eagerly awaiting part 2