Quarantine sucks a fat one [M], and I [F] want to too

So, a week or two after I [dented my fridge](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/i9ygml/trying_to_keep_my_f_wandering_mind_occupied_and/), I really started to get stir crazy. Sure, I saw people at work, but I missed Paul, and friends like Megan and Bill. So one day I had enough, and invited them over for drinks. I figured what the hell, I need some fun, and some real dick, but to be safe I got tested and showed them all the negative result when I invited them. Paul was more than eager to come over and spend some time with me, and Megan was about to kill her brother, so she dragged Bill with her to have some fun.

We had a blast playing games and drinking, forgetting for a brief moment that the world was going to shit. When we were starting to tire out, we realized that no one was sober, and I made up the futon for Megan and Bill, while Paul and I retired to my room to try and have some fun. I say try because while we were playing “Never have I ever” it seemed like Bill was purposefully trying to get Paul drunk off his ass, and I was starting to wonder if he had it in him to get it up at this point. Luckily for me, he still had some willpower left, and after blowing him for about 10 minutes he was finally hard enough for me to climb on. Paul usually had no problem getting me off, but this time something was different, like he didn’t seem too into it. I couldn’t tell if it was the alcohol or what, but I wasn’t gonna let him stop me from getting mine. I started bouncing up and down on him without restraint, with one hand darting down to play with my clit. I started to get close when I felt him getting closer underneath me, irritating me. Then, without warning, I felt him start to cum in me, but I didn’t stop, not while I was so damn close myself. I started grinding back and forth on him, using him cum as lubricant to help get me off, until I finally got what I was after. I clenched down on his softening cock as I came, hard, while also trying to muffle my own moans because we had company. When my orgasm was done, I rolled off of Paul and started to whisper yell at him for cumming too soon, but the asshole was already asleep!!!

Frustrated, I started to nod off myself until I heard some funny noises coming from the front room. It was Megan and Bill, starting to go at it on the futon. I know some might find it a bit tacky to try and fuck at a friend’s house, but I didn’t mind one bit. Hell, listening to Megan try and stifle her own moans was enough to get me flustered again, and I started rubbing myself. I even managed to time my orgasm to hers, but after my second one I started to doze off for the night.

I woke up the next morning with a decent hangover, really glad I had the foresight to take the day off. I crawled out of bed, not caring if I disturbed Paul, because A, I was still miffed about last night, and B, he’s a **very** sound sleeper. As I stumbled out to the kitchen to start some coffee, I noticed the mess of pillows and sheets on the futon and thought “at least someone had some fun last night”. Once I got the coffee started, it dawned on me to wonder “Hey, where are Megan and Bill?”. It was then that I realized that the shower was on, and that Bill’s clothes were still jumbled among the mess of sheets, but not Megan’s. So, while the coffee was brewing I gathered the sheets in a pile to wash, and got Bill’s clothes together and was gonna bring them to him in the bathroom so he wouldn’t have to run around naked now that someone else was awake (me). I guess in my hungover state I didn’t hear the water turn off, because when I opened the bathroom door, Bill wasn’t in the shower anymore, he was drying off, he had the towel in his face, and I couldn’t help but look down.

Holy Fuck, even soft, this thing was bigger than Paul, and it was just swinging back and forth, almost in a hypnotic way, still glistening in the light. My gaze was so fixed upon this weapon that I didn’t notice when it stopped moving, followed by Bill coughing to get my attention. I shifted my gaze upwards to discover a big shit eating grin on Bill’s face. All he did was reach forward and grab his clothes I had forgotten I was holding, say thanks, then shut the door in my face. I just stood there for a bit, still in awe of what I saw. When I finally remembered how to walk, I realized that my panties were damp. I quickly went back to my room and threw some lounge pants on to help conceal the now damp panties, and went back out to the kitchen.

When Bill emerged from the bathroom he didn’t say anything as he came over and sat at the counter as I got him a cup. After he took his first he started off with one of those long “Soooooo”s, and I was kinda dreading him bringing it up, but I didn’t expect him to bring up what he did. I was sipping my coffee when he says “Soooooo, what’s up with that dent in the fridge?” I hadn’t told anyone, not even Paul, how that happened, and was quite shocked that he had even noticed it, so I naturally proceeded to hide my surprise by promptly choking on my coffee a bit. After I recovered the ability to breath, I told him I was moving a chair and accidentally bumped into the fridge. Without any hesitation he said short of banging it out from the other side, he did know of a way to get it out. He knew a girl once who had dented her dad’s car door, and she saw a video of another girl getting a dent out with a suction cup, specifically a dildo.

It took every ounce of willpower not to lose my shit, considering that’s how the dent was made. I told him thanks for the tip, and then he left after finishing his cup. I peaked into my room to see if Paul was still sleeping (spoiler: he was), and I immediately went into the bathroom and stripped my now soaked panties and got in the shower. I grabbed the massaging shower head and in very little time brought myself to a massive orgasm, thinking of what I saw before, flopping around, and how good it’d feel…

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oh, and later after Paul left, I was able to pull the dent, all thanks to Bill and Bill Jr.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ib1fz0/quarantine_sucks_a_fat_one_m_and_i_f_want_to_too