This seems the most appropriate place to post this, so here is my tale:
Several years ago I had been seeing someone a friend had introduced me to for a couple weeks. We had just enough chemistry that we always ended up flirting or kissing when we got together, and we had a decent friendship, but I wasn’t sure if I wanted to pursue a relationship with her or not. We had never done anything more physical than some kissing. I could tell from the way she behaved and the things she said, that she felt the same and seemed to be waiting for me to make a move one way or the other so she could follow suit.
One night we went out to get some drinks. We met up with a couple friends and had a nice evening out. At the end of the evening I drove her home. on the drive my she started to get a little more flirty than normal. I was a little uneasy about the prospect of a relationship with her for reasons I couldn’t pinpoint, so I tried to resist flirting back too much, but she was gorgeous so it was difficult. One of her friends had driven over separately, and when we got to her place she invited me in for another drink. Since I didn’t have to work in the morning I went with her.
Usually if other people were around, she would stop flirting so overtly, and she hadn’t had much to drink that night, so I was surprised to find that she continued being flirty with me even tho her friend was there. Any time her friend would leave the room, she would even get a little physical. She would touch my arms and legs, or inch closer to me on the couch. She would even lift her skirt a little or adjust the neck of her shirt to be more revealing. I started to get turned on, and would try to send her friend out of the room for things when I could. I’d touch her legs and slide my hands beneath her skirt or gently massage her breasts through her shirt. Just as I would lean in to kiss her neck or touch her less subtly, her friend would always re enter the room.
After about half an hour of this I’d had enough. Her friend was clearly too obtuse to recognize the mating ritual playing out in front of her, and had no intention of leaving while we were all having so much fun together. I knew I was being unintentionally cock blocked and it was getting harder and harder to keep my slowly growing erection from being obvious. I am dominant in nature and all I wanted to do was pick her up, carry her to her room, and fuck her hard. I knew if I stayed for a couple more drinks I would probably do exactly that regardless of her friend. I also knew if I did that with her friend present, it would screw things up since we’d tried to keep our ambiguous flirtation a secret till we had it figured out.
With all this in mind, I knew I only had one good option: I got up, said my goodbyes and made some excuse about leaving before I’d had too much to alcohol to drive. Trying to discreetly cover the obvious bulge in my pants, I made my way to the door.
To my amazement, as soon as I announced I was leaving, her friend decide it was time for her to go too. She got up, grabbed her keys and made for the door as well. A plan hatched in my head, and quickly grew… All I had to do was keep an eye on her friend and make my move at the right moment.
We both went out to our cars, called goodnight to each other, and drove off. At the end of the road, we each turned in opposite directions. I waited till her lights were distant enough in my rear view mirror, and then turned down a side street, and doubled back. When I pulled up outside my friends house (idk what to refer to her as), the lights were still on.
I tentatively opened the door and peeked in. There she was on the couch where I’d left her. I stepped in. She didn’t seem surprised to see me, rather she looked as though she had been waiting for me. I went to her and lifted her to her feet, kissing her hard and sliding my hand up her shirt. Before I knew it, she was leading me up the stairs to her room. We stood beside her bed and stripped as we kissed each other until we were both in our underwear. I unclasped her bra, slid it off her, and pushed her back onto the bed.
I sat down on the bed beside her and began exploring her body with my mouth. It was wonderful. She looked so much better than I had imagined her. Her body was tight and she had beautiful round breasts with perky nipples. Her legs were smooth and strong, and I began feeling them as I kissed her breasts and her body. Sliding my hand to her pussy I could feel how smooth and wet it was. I slid my fingers into her and kissed her while she moaned. She reached into my boxers and began stroking my hard cock.
After a couple minutes of this, I moved below her and spread her legs. She sat up a little to watch me, and I began to kiss the small spaces between her legs and her pussy. I kissed up and down until she pushed my head to the middle. I began licking her clit and slowly, in circles. She tensed and moaned and lay back in bed. I ate her pussy for several minutes, edging her and refusing to let her cum.
As I continued to eat her out, I began to feel uneasy. Those feelings of unsureness about our relationship crept into my mind over and over, but I kept pushing them back.
After edging her for a little while, I got up on my knees (I had been laying on my stomach) and lifted my cock out of my boxers. I pressed it into her clit and teased her pussy for a few seconds, feeling those uneasy thoughts growing louder… I ignored them one more time as I pushed my cock deep inside her. She was so wet that I was able to slam it into her quickly and suddenly, and she arched her back and moaned with pleasure. Her pussy felt incredible as it gripped my cock, her juices already dripping down my balls. In spite of how good she felt, those feelings and thoughts I couldn’t shake poured into my head suddenly.
I pulled my cock out of her, stood up, grabbed my clothes and walked out. She didn’t move for a minute. I sped down to the door, pulling my clothes on as I went. I slipped my shoes on and heard her bedroom door open. I knew if I turned back I would fuck her all night, and that I would regret it, so went to my car, got in, and drove home.
A couple days later we got together and I explained everything to her. She said she was glad I didn’t do something I wasn’t comfortable with, but that the way I left was confusing and hurtful. We made up and haven’t seen each other more than a few times since.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/jj744k/the_moment_i_knew_for_certain_mf