Typically, in pop culture, a bachelor pad is supposed to be an absolute pigsty. After moving out on my own, a number of those close to me were seriously concerned that I’d effectively destroy my first apartment, which riled me up to no end. I was almost fanatical about cleanliness. Every week, the whole place got a scrub down and the only times my clothes were in a pile was in the laundry basket near the washing machine or during spontaneous sex. Surprise guests would’ve been treated to a place that may not have been literally spotless but damn close to it.
This was, of course, a big positive when it came to dating. No need to excuse the mess, there isn’t one. Sit down, make yourself comfortable on the soft, deep couch with a nice drink while cuddling up to me. Hell, once upon a time, I was the very grateful beneficiary of an enthusiastic, nearly hour long oral session just because I had a tidy place for us to go to after she didn’t want a date to end yet. But that’s not what the story I wanted to tell. No, this story is about two friends who came to see me on cleaning day.
At the time, I worked long, odd hours and refused to compromise on my cleaning. So, after a rough day of toiling over a hot laptop — some days literally — having a friend coming over for dinner wasn’t going to stop me. Just as I was finishing my vacuuming, there was a knock on the door. Wearing nothing but loose shorts, I carefully looked through the peephole to see my friend standing in a colorful, short sundress, holding a large bag of takeout, a good twenty minutes or thereabouts before the agreed upon time.
“Hi! Sorry I’m so early,” she apologized as soon as she walked in, “they were done earlier than I thought.”
“Not to worry,” I said, “I was just finishing up. Let me put some real clothes on and let’s eat!”
“Nah, don’t bother,” she shrugged. “It’s not like I haven’t seen you with less on.”
“Ditto,” I winked.
“Save that attitude for later,” she laughed. “Speaking of later…”
She held up a little handcrafted desert that was supposed to go in the fridge, noting that she thought we should have something special tonight. I put away the cleaning supplies and helped her lay out the food on the coffee table so we could eat adjacently on my large, L-shaped couch everyone joked was perfect for sex. And yes, it was used exactly for this purpose at just about every opportunity.
We took our time eating and talking with the TV off, just enjoying each other’s company like we tried to do at least twice a week. While I can’t remember exactly what led to her uttering “that’s like having sex with clothes on!” while shaking her head in disapproval, I very clearly remember what happened next.
“Well, I mean, you can have sex with clothes on, so whatever works,” I mused.
“Hmm, I suppose,” she agreed, pulling up her sundress. “If you’re wearing a dress, you can just hike it up and slide your panties to the side,” she added, flashing me with a sly grin.
“Hold it right there!” I warned, standing up and putting down my plate.
She did exactly as asked as I slid down to my knees between her parted legs. Running my fingertips up her legs and down her inner thighs sent shivers up her spine. After enjoying her sudden hungry look for just a few moments, I kissed the inside of her thigh and started working my way closer, alternating sides and letting my hands roam around her hips.
Just as my lips got close enough to feel the heat coming off her body, I gently wrapped my mouth around her vulva and let my tongue part her pussy lips, slowly narrowing my focus to some tender suction on her clit. She moaned and grabbed my face, pulling it to hers, kissing me deeply and wrapping her legs around me. Her hand quickly traveled down my stomach and started tugging at my shorts, trying to pull them down.
“Need some help?”
“Please!”
Just as soon as I pulled down the shorts, her hand wrapped around my already hard cock, stroking me while her other hand explored my chest and stomach. As I moved, I made sure that my tip was brushing up against her clit, one of my fingers making sure to hold her panties to the side. With her hand already in place, she quickly guided me inside, breaking our kisses to gasp and beg me to slide all the way in.
Kicking my shorts off completely, I obliged, pinning her to the back of the couch, buried to the hilt in her pussy, completely naked while she was still fully clothed.
“Oh my God,” she let out, “I wasn’t expecting this!”
“Do you want me to stop?” I asked.
“Fuck no! Keep going! Keep fucking my that little pussy!” she moaned, her talent for dirty talk during the act kicking in. “Move me however you want me, just keep fucking me!”
I could feel her fingers now clawing into my back, her silky warmth enveloping me, her pussy walls throbbing. Suddenly, she started to shudder underneath me with a warm gush of wetness exploding over my cock.
“Please cum for me,” she whispered in my ear. “Please. I want to feel you explode…”
She kept begging me as my breathing became labored and felt myself getting closer and closer. I grabbed her tightly while passing the point of no return. As I filled her pussy, she squealed in delight and showered my face in kisses before finding my lips and hers. We collapsed in a shuddering, breathy heap for a minute. The comfortable silence was broken by her infectious giggling.
“Well, that was a new one!” she laughed.
“Yeah, definitely a new experience for me too. Also, we should probably get cleaned up.” I agreed.
“You don’t want to cuddle for a little longer?”
“I do but your panties are cutting into one of my balls now,” I seethed.
She gasped with concern and helped me disengage. We quickly cleaned up and returned to the couch. While I picked up the plates, she asked me to get the desert from the fridge.
“Although we already kinda skipped to the dessert,” she winked.
Suddenly, her phone rang. She moved to silence it but seeing the contact apologized and rushed into the bedroom to take the call. A minute after worried questions about someone at a hospital she emerged to profusely beg my forgiveness and attend to a relative’s health emergency. Leaving me with all the leftovers, she promised to make it up to me and quickly dashed out, much to my disappointment. She was planning to stay the night and we were just getting started. But oh well, life happens and she later texted me that it was just a false alarm and the relative in question was fine.
Less than an hour later, I plopped back onto the couch in more, and more comfortable clothes to fire off some work emails like the lonely workaholic I was. Just a few brief messages in, an IM notification popped up on my screen. “Hey, what are you up to tonight?” it read. I immediately recognized the handle as another friend of mine, a nurse with an equally odd schedule who also liked to come by a few times a week.
“Hey! I had some plans but they didn’t quite work out,” I wrote back. “Did you want to come over?”
“Uh huh. See you in 30 minutes,” came the reply.
True to her word, less than half an hour later, her car pulled into a parking spot right outside my window. After welcoming her in and making her comfortable with a drink, I listened to a story about her day at my request while trying to figure her out a little more. Up until a month prior, she seemed like she didn’t care for me at all, which was fine. Hell, I’m not everyone’s cup of tea, just how the world works. But one night, she basically invited herself over to my place, jumped me at the first opportunity, and would regularly call me almost every other day to try and meet up for sex. I’m not quite sure why I went along with it. Well, other than the sex and her flattery about my experiments with music.
“Oh hey, that reminds me,” she said, snapping me out of my brain fog. “Did you make any new music or mixes?”
“I remixed a few things,” I nodded.
“Wanna put them on?” she asked, her signal that it was time to wrap up the pleasantries and move into the bedroom.
While I put on the music as requested, she extracted herself from her jeans and sweater, and climbed onto my bed. I climbed on alongside her and after a brief pause gave her a light peck on the lips. As a smile flashed across her face, I kissed her deeper, rolling over her, pinning her to the bed and working my way down her neck, collarbone, and stomach. As my hands grabbed on to her panties at the hips, she raised herself so I could smoothly slide them off. Quickly leaning forward, she unhooked and tossed away her bra, then plopped right back down.
Diving between her legs, I showered her mound with long, slow kisses, feeling her already wet pussy flush. Giving it a teasing lick, I jumped back to my feet to quickly and efficiently strip down as she rolled over to her stomach so I could give her a massage like always. After a few minutes of touching and rubbing, she pushed me off so I‘d walk around the bed while she rolled her head off the side, her mouth eagerly welcoming my cock. It was a fine tuned ritual by now. Climbing over her, I once again kissed down her body, this time pausing to let my tongue play with each nipple and my hands to fondle her F cup breasts.
I ate her out until she bucked and moaned, relentlessly deepthroating me as she did. After it seemed like she was ready, I disengaged and gave her swollen, wet slit just one more kiss. Propping up her legs on my shoulders, I put on a condom and slowly entered her, teasing as much as I could.
“Oh my God,” she growled, annoyed. “Can you just fuck me already?”
“Yes ma’am,” I laughed in reply and dove inside her, letting her legs drop so we were now in missionary.
As my hips began to move, so did hers. Her full, soft breasts pressed against my chest, her lips played with mine, and her hands tenderly ran up and down my back. After really getting into the groove, I felt her pussy start to pulse around me. Knowing she was fully warmed up, I wasted no time putting her on all fours and entering her in doggy, no longer taking my time and being gentle but pounding her while my hand came down with the occasional hard spank.
Withdrawing from her after a while, I laid on my back as she immediately and eagerly climbed on top of me without the slightest prompting. Grabbing my still hard member, she mounted me with a happy grin.
“Oh wow, you’re very tight right now,” I groaned as she worked me inside.
“That happens after I cum a few times,” she said.
“Goddamn it,” I snarled, “I can never tell with you. You’re like a fucking orgasm ninja.”
With a shrug, she finally got me fully inside, shuddering and almost inaudibly moaning as I came within millimeters of bottoming out in her. Expertly grinding her hips, she tried to make me cum too, letting me play with her soft breasts, almost smothering me with them as I sucked on her nipples between giving her deep kisses, the tips of our tongues dancing together.
“Ok, no, it’s not going to happen,” I told her in frustration after a while.
Breathing hard, she dismounted and pulled off my condom.
“That’s ok. Just tell me what you need to cum,” she said, starting to stroke me as the tip of her tongue played with the underside of my tip, occasionally letting half of my cock vanish in her mouth.
“Just tell me what you need,” she repeated seductively. “Do you want to cum in my mouth?” she asked, kissing my balls.
Her hands gently stroked me while her tongue went back to work. It felt good, but wasn’t quite enough to get me over the edge.
“Do you mind if I…?” I began, reaching for my cock.
She shook her head to say no, letting me take over the stroking while her hands roamed my inner thighs and her tongue worked the underside of my cock, periodically taking the whole tip in her mouth for a few vigorous bobs of her head. After a few minutes, I finally felt it.
“I’m going to cum,” I warned.
She silently nodded, keeping up her efforts until with a gasp, thick ropes of cum exploded on her tongue, across my lower stomach, and even splashed her breasts. Satisfied, she plopped down next to me. It wasn’t exactly a cuddle. The two of us never cuddled, just laid next to each other. But it was still nice as we touched each other and periodically kissed or played with whatever parts of our bodies we wanted without question.
“So, your plans didn’t work out, huh?” she asked.
“Nope, they did not,” I confirmed.
“Well, there are worse ways to spend an evening,” she said.
“That’s true,” I agreed as she got up and got me a wet towel to clean off a little.
After another brief, post-coital chat, she got dressed and left for home while I turned on the TV and made myself a nightcap. She was right, I nodded to myself. There were much worse ways to spend an evening.
I never had another double header again. A few months after that night, my nurse friend found someone serious and after a few last minute cancellations told me that she didn’t feel like she could see me anymore. I wished her well. Shortly after, I too found someone serious and had to put an end to the benefits part of my other friendship with benefits. She wished me well too. In a way, everyone was happy in the end. Just not with each other.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/iecyqq/mf_when_two_fwbs_end_up_visiting_you_on_the_same