Getting eaten out by my[20F] kinky best friend[22M] [MF]

I’m writing this story out a day early as I only made this throwaway account today. I’ve been a bit of a lurker on this sub and love reading all the stories; there are so many talented writers on here.

This is my first post and honestly, I’m a little nervous sitting here writing this up. The thought of my S/O reading this and figuring it out…both scares and excites me at the same time. ;)

So let’s get into what you’re here for.

For anyone wondering, I’m a slim brunette gal, probably what people would describe as decently pretty. I’m impulsive. Ridiculously so. You’ll see this as the story progresses. I’m also currently in a long-term relationship with a fantastic guy I love.

It begins on a late weekend night. Earlier I’d gone out drinking with some friends and we’d gone out for drinks. We’d returned to one of my friends place to settle down a bit and keep drinking. My friend in the title is just over 6ft, toned, and tan. He’s got a dark brown undercut haircut and wears glasses. *(What is it with guys who wear glasses?)* I’ll call him Alex.

>!Alex, if you’re reading this, I hope it turns you on ;)!<

The night had gotten on a bit and I was thinking of leaving. Someone between me and Alex suggested a movie over at his, and I agreed. This wasn’t unusual for us being so close as we were, so we said our goodbyes, and left. I’d wondered in the past if he was into me, and brushed it off thinking it was because we were so close.

We got back to his and started up a movie. We sat down on the couch and in a moment of indecision I sat closer than I probably should have. He put his arm over the sofa behind me and we sat like that. I began to notice little things about him – how he moved his fingers as he shifted around, how his t-shirt hugged his sizable biceps – you get the idea. Over the next 20 minutes of the film as we shuffled around and talked we moved closer and closer. Beginning to catch ourselves finding reasons to touch the other on the arm, the shoulder, the leg. I began to realise we’d soon move past the point of friends, and if I was going to back out, now was the time. The time never came. I’m thinking back now to the moment he leaned in, dangerously close to my lips, and whispered, “I don’t want to make a mistake.”

My breath caught as my eyes fluttered up to meet his. “You won’t.” I whispered back.

The barest trace of a grin tugged on his features as he brought his lips to mine. He was a soft kisser, light and gentle. I felt nerves all over my body sparking at the touch. God, I hadn’t realised how long I had been waiting for this.

Suddenly, as if a light switch had been flicked, the mood changed. I pressed into the kiss and returned with vigor. He turned in his seat to face me, breaking the kiss only for a moment to push me down onto the couch, leaning over me between my legs. He kissed me again, harder, and then began to trace kisses down my neck.

That night I hadn’t dressed up too much – I was in a t-shirt and a denim skirt which I hoped would show off my ass. Lying there, one leg of mine half wrapped over him, feeling his hot breath on my neck and one of his hands gripping my thigh, I could feel my breath catching. I moaned, “bite me,” and he complied, giving my neck a quick nip. *”Harder.”* And he did, causing me to gasp. He noticed, and in a deep, low voice, he murmured, “You like that…don’t you.” I arched my back and pushed myself against him. “Yes, please…daddy.” He hummed in appreciation and slapped his hand against my thigh, startling me. “You’re so naughty.” His hand found its way to my neck and he pushed me harder into the couch, watching me squirm and gasp beneath his grip.

I’d decided I’d had enough of him teasing me. When he let go, I leaned up to him and whispered, “Your turn.” I pushed him off and flipped him over. Now I was leaning over him on the couch, him watching me with curious eyes. “Arms up.” I took his shirt off and bent down, giving him the a small kiss before using my hand and grabbing his jaw, turning it away from me to expose his neck. I went in with kisses, nipping him lightly for a minute before stopping and grabbing his wrists with both hands and placing them above his head. “Don’t move these.” I ordered him, before returning my path along his neck, down past his collarbone, kissing, nipping, and licking all the way. He was groaning lightly as I was doing this, his body shifting slightly underneath me. I made my way down his chest, over his abs, trailing my tongue down the line in the middle to rest at the waistband of his shorts. I slid my tongue just underneath the band for a second and drew back up, giving him a cheeky grin.

His face. He immediately sat up straight and kissed me again, raising my arms to lift my t-shirt off. I was wearing a black lacy push-up bra – one of my favorites – and he ran his hands over my back as his mouth found my tits, staying there for a minute as I writhed beneath his touch. At this point, I was trembling from being so turned on. I could feel myself becoming wet through my panties, and now we were rubbing up against each other, I could feel his hardness through his shorts underneath me. I was so preoccupied with the sensations on my skin I didn’t even feel his hands moving to take off my bra until his mouth closed over my nipple and sucked, hard. He stayed there for a few minutes, teasing me like that, alternating between sucking and nibbling on my tender nipples. I was moaning and gasping at every touch; I hadn’t felt this pleasure in a long time.

I’m quite kinky. My current S/O, however, is not. I’ve had issues with being pent up and not being able to properly relive myself through sex, as it always feels like something was missing. I needed to be dominated, and helpless. It was never like that with my S/O, but with Alex, I could feel old, repressed urges surfacing in me.

Suddenly he stopped. “Hold onto me,” he said, and I wrapped my arms around his neck so he could lift me up and carry me off the couch. We barely bothered with the lights in his room before he threw me on the bed and was top of me again, eager and grabbing at my skin. He stopped to pull my belt off my skirt and lean in close to whisper, *”Hold out your hands.”* I obliged, and he wrapped my wrists together with my *own belt* and held my hands up, above my head. He moved down again and undid my skirt, slipping it off. I was now lying there beneath him, wrists bound, with only a pair of black lacy panties on me. I couldn’t help but find it a little unfair as he still had his shorts on, but a naughty part of me liked the power play of it all.

My turn, apparently. Alex positioned himself between my legs and began to kiss down my body, nipping me lightly across my breasts as he went past them. His fingers traced across my skin, leaving goosebumps across me. He got to my navel and sat up a little to lean on his elbows, licking and nibbling the inside of my thigh, *down.* I was shuddering and groaning at every little touch. His little plaything, so good of me.

His mouth reached the place between my legs and he paused, before quickly pressing his mouth to me and pushing his tongue against me, through the fabric. I bucked and gasped as he did, all the pent up frustration in me running through my body. Alex sat up and with a little grin, pulled off my panties before untying my wrists.

Gently, slowly, he moved back down. That’s when I felt him touch me. The shock of his firm, wet tongue against my flushed and aroused body made my back arch up and my toes curl. He started to go down on me harder, using his tongue in ways I’d never felt before. It was indescribable. I was a hot mess of moaning, writhing and toe curling in seconds. “Mmm, you’re so wet.” I felt him murmur into me. He was letting out little murmurs and deep hums of appreciation and I could feel the low vibration through me as he did, turning me on all the more.

One hand snaked up my body and caressed my left tit, before giving it a quick, light slap. No one had ever done that to me before and the surprise and shock of it, combined with the pleasure of his mouth on me, made me gasp. I felt him make a soft noise of pleasure and smugness. “Surprise surprise, she likes it…” This man had me wrapped around his little finger, and I was loving it. My hands had instinctively gone to his head and both hands were gripping his hair, angling myself on his tongue perfectly.

His tongue was alternating between flicking me lightly, curling around in circles, and going in rough for a few seconds, and it was driving me wild. I could feel myself building up, becoming more tense, and then he’d change pace and leave me wanting again, so close to the edge. I was panting and so lost I couldn’t count how many times this happened, until I felt myself build again. I needed it this time, “….don’t stop, please.” I practically begged him, and he obliged. I let go and I was shaking, hands clapped over my mouth, my orgasm making me thrash against him. His hands gripped my thighs and held me in place, keeping me pinned to him. How I *love* being manhandled.

When I had settled, he pulled away and sat up, a sweet smirk on his face. I was lying there, breaths coming heavy, flushed and butt naked in his room. Alex leaned in over me and sighed, “I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time.” Boy, I could barely move right then. I’d cheated, and it had been *exactly* the kinky, impulsive rush I had needed.

After that, we decided it was super late, so we tidied up and got dressed. He walked me home and I gave him a kiss on the cheek before walking up the drive and climbing into bed with my S/O. I fell asleep almost instantly. The next day we agreed we it was a bad idea, and shouldn’t happen again.

We both couldn’t help emphasizing the ‘shouldn’t’. We’ll see.

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