The Night I Accidentally Had Sex w My Close Friend 23 [f] Molly but Very Purposefully Came Inside of Her the Next Morning. [M F].

To fully appreciate this story, I’ll take you back to the beginning and a quick background about how I met Caley.

It was a Sophomore Speech Comm class. Small class of 15-20 students and we sat next to one another and started talking before class.

That would be a conversation that would ignite a friendship, relationship and many firsts that would occur between us.

A bit more about her. Her name was Caley. Her grandparents were of Eastern European descent, mostly Polish, but she grew up with hippie parents in Colorado. She was a total free spirit with natural beauty in her features.

5’ 5”. Blonde hair that cascaded to her middle back. Almond shaped Green eyes, blonde eyebrows with a small circle eyebrow ring, fuller than average B/C cups a tight petite body. She wore minimal make-up and a porcelain like Nordic complexion.

We would ultimately have a lot of firsts together in our relationship. But to get to this story I will need to gloss over how we got here.

Shortly after we met, she was the first person I tried Molly with. We had an amazing night. Got naked, fooled around (I possibly fell in love), but we never had sex. Just touching, making out— more sensual than anything.

About a week after this night, she came to me with “the talk”.

She let me know she had started seeing a guy about a month earlier. She was confused.

It seemed as if she felt the same spark, but ultimately wanted to stay the course with her new BF.

She really wanted to stay friends and blah blah blah we all know how the rest of this convo goes.

We did, however, became much closer (as friends) She became a regular at my house. She would come over about every other week. We would smoke some of that Colorado good good. Listen to Sublime, Bob Marley. She was a cool ass chick. My roommates all loved her. Even her BF would come to hang out from time-to-time.

But I always wanted to fully experience what we had started back in the beginning. My roommates all knew it.

She was my crush. Hell, she was more than a crush, she was my muse.

She was the one that got away.

I digress… back to the night of the story. So here we are approx 2 years later. Caley and her boyfriend have been on a break for the past 6 weeks when a seemingly serendipitous opportunity presented itself.

The opportunity: my buddy was going to pick up enough Molly for 14-15 peeps. We were going to have a super chill rolling party in our basement. Mix of guys and girls. Some couples. Some singles. But all close friends.

I told Caley and asked if she wanted to come. I could see the excitement and also anxiety bursting across her face and knew that the answer was both “absolutely yes”, but also “probably not a good idea”.

After some light convincing, reminding her how she was my first and that she knew everyone who would be there and it would be a chill low key night. She said yes.

I was ecstatic!

***** The Night ******

The night was an awesome set up for 12 ish super close friends.

My basement. One side had speakers, some lights was set up for dancing or twirling or whatever the fuck someone had desired to do— get weird.

The other side was a super chill zone. Soft blankets, plush pillows, velvet scarfs, salt lamps lava lamps and the chillest synth trance and synth chill pop that soothing through the room.

As everything kicked in, the basement was like a mini carnival of love and awesomeness.

Everyone kinda took there own journey. We were all together but every now and again you would find your self with just one-on-one or two-on-one. Talking. Touching. Whatevs.

Feel good vibes, dancing, getting rubs— trying new things like a Jello cube from the fridge. Just awesomely weird and inclusive times.

After about 2 hours Caley made her way over to me. I was sitting on the floor getting a shoulder massage from a girl and close friend named Jessie.

Caley sat down and asked if I was having a good time. We said yes and she sat down next to me and picked up my hand.

She started giving me the most sensual hand massage I could ever imagine. Her thumbs were pulsing into my palms and creating ripples of pleasure through my hands and rippling through my upper body.

I looked at her and we made eye contact. Her green eyes barely visible from her dilated pupils starting back at me. She was beatiful. It was as if her hands were speaking to me and telling me how much she had missed me this whole time.

Without unlocking our eyes she says, “wanna feel something amazing?”

“Ok.” I managed to get out.

She raised my hand up to her mouth. She spread my thump and my index finger and started to gently lick and the suck the sensitive area in between.

Then she started to bite down. Not hard. But enough to feel a tingle of pain. Then she would lick and kiss.

Pressure. Lick. Kiss. All the feels.

She was both causing pain and healing at the same time. It felt like my hand was going numb with pleasure. I was loving it.

I have no idea where my friend Jessie who was giving me the back massage, but she is now gone.

It is just me in Caley in the corner of a somewhat crowded room. Super intimate, but within a gaze of all to see. We were secluded, yet still open for all to view.

She slid herself closer to me and said “let’s go play some more upstairs”.

Again, I don’t even remember saying “yes” or “ok”, we just seemingly floated up the stairs. She leading me by the hand up to the main level of our house and ultimately my room.

As we emerged from the basement we walked through the kitchen. She stopped at the fridge and said, “let’s get us some…” her voice trailed off as she opened the fridge.

I assumed she would entered with some of the Jello cubes that had been floating around downstairs.

She turned around and had a cannister of Whipped Cream and with a scandalous smile looked at me and said “this will do.”

We get into my bedroom. We shut the door. I put the whip cream on my headboard and she gently puts her hand on my chest.

“I have an idea” she says. “Let’s take a shower” she grabbed my hand and led me to my own bathroom.

Click. Door locked. Turn handle. Water was on and we started to undress one another.

At this point, it is still highly sensual. Although people never believe me when I say this. It didn’t feel sexual at all. We hadn’t even kissed.

In that mindset, it just sounded like a great idea to have free flowing water splashing on our backs as we wash each other.

Sensual. Not sexual.

She grabbed my poof and started to wash me. Starting with my shoulders, down my chest and ultimately to my knees.

I remember looking up at the ceiling. Trying to give myself some sort of reality check, a deep breath to confirm this was real when I felt her soft, warm mouth start to engulf my dick.

She licked the head and slowly took the rest of me in her mouth. Softly and slowly. The sensual was blurring into the sexual and I was very ok with it.

She came back up to my lips and we started to kiss. Passionately. I embraced her naked and wet body and pulled her closer to mine. Her breast squished perfectly against my chest as the water continued to flow on and around us.

This is when I felt her trying to lift her leg and adjust her hips onto the back corner shower shelf.

She was pulling me by my lower back and guiding me into her hips. She wanted me closer; she wanted me inside of her.

I got closer and I could feel a small area of me pressing against her pussy. I tried to get a better angle by getting further on my tippy toes, but quickly came to the realization this would not work.

We made the decision to get out of the shower. We toweled off. Listened closely for footprints or any sign of rogue friends who may have wondered upstairs before we scurried in our towels back to my bedroom.

A sigh of relief as we made it the 5-7 steps to my bedroom, undetected. I locked the door and knew we had night all to ourselves.

I grabbed her hand and led her to the side of my bed. I kissed her and took her towel off and guided her down in a sitting position. Nothing was said.

I removed the towel and her beautiful porcelain skin was sitting naked on my bed. A flickering beam of light from a far off glow stick allowed me to see how phenomenally good she looked naked.

I grabbed the whipped cream can and gently pushed her shoulders and back onto the bed.

She was laying with her back on the bed. Her feet were on the floor. Her legs, slightly spread ajar.

I started by putting a line of cream down her right knee holding the canister to within one inch of her upper inner thigh and further opening her to me.

My god was she beautiful.

A perfectly shaved pussy with a pencil thin landing strip of blonde hair just above her clit. I placed some whip cream just under her landing strip and made the same path down from her left knee to within 1in of her inner thigh.

Now I went to work. I got on my knees and started at her right knee. Taking whip cream into my mouth and gently kissing and licking inch by inch until I could feel the heat coming from her.

As I got within a licks distance I hovered my mouth over her pussy. The sexually charged aroma and foreshadowing of what would soon be mine was almost too much to handle.

Somehow. Someway. I managed to hold back from diving in completely.

I hovered my mouth over her perfectly carved slit. Her hips started to lift up to meet me but I simply moaned a breath of hot air onto her pussy and moved to the left knee.

I started slowly. Again, kissing, licking and carefully slurping up the whip cream as I made it back to her hips which were already arching up to me. Begging me to dive in.

I moved back to the right side of her inner thigh and as I saw her hips move down in disappointment, I grabbed her hips and pulled her into my mouth.

I took in the whole thing. All of her. From her taint, to the inside, back up her clit and back down again. Savoring all of her.

I don’t know if the whip cream was fucking with my head, but I swear to god she tasted like strawberries. A sexually infused strawberry.

It was fucking amazing. I savored every lick. I needed to taste every part of her beautiful sex before moving directly to her clit.

Finally, my mouth made its way to her clit and my tongue massaged in a circular motion. Slower, at first with more pressure and then lighter. Over and over with my tongue as my right finger pushed itself inside of her.

Pushed. Literally. Her pussy was so tight I could feel it engulf my entire finger after I pushed it through. I continued licking while making a “come here” motion with my finger and I could tell she was getting close to getting off.

I was in love with the idea of her potentially squirting all of her into my mouth. I wanted all of it.

I placed my left hand above her landing strip and began to rub in a circle.

Tongue. Finger. Hand. I was in the fucking zone!

As her hips bucked strongly into my face her moans were getting louder and deeper. She grabbed my hair and I can see her tight stomach start to spasm first as I continue to soak up everything she can possibly give to me, her legs also now starting to shake. I just stayed there and took all of her in until she was too sensitive and pushed my head back slightly.

Although she was the one who just orgasmed I feel as if I got the reward…

She laid on the bed. Spent. I came up from between her legs and moved her legs onto the bed. She was now in the middle of my bed with her head near the headboard.

We turned on Sublime 40oz to Freedom. Full album.

I climbed into bed. She grabbed my hand, opened her legs and pulled me onto her. We kissed and she moaned into my mouth as she tasted herself. She knew how fucking good she tasted!

She smiled and wiped my still glistening chin with her thumb and index finger and said “I have no words” with a satisfying smile.

As I looked into her big green eyes I could feel the heat and wetness of her pussy on my dick. It was right at the fold and trying to get in.

She lifted up her hips and reached down and grabbed it. As she grabbed me and positioned it, I looked into her eyes and said “you know I’ve never done this.”

She paused slightly.

“I’ve never had sex on Molly before” I continued.

She looked deeply into my eyes and with a sensual smile and smirk she replied “I’ll be gentle.”

With that we each moved into each other and I was fully inside of her. HOLY SHIT!?

So warm. So tight. So much love. This was unreal.

After two slow and deep thrusts I took her arms and pinned them behind her head and pushed deeply inside of her a third time. I kissed the back of her triceps that were now pinned above her head as I continued to move deeper inside of her and keeping a synch pulse with Sublime coming out of my speaker.

We were just starting to fully embrace each other and moving together as one. I had waited 2 years for this moment. Up to this point it was everything I could have ever imagined and we were just getting started.

As anyone who has taken Molly can attest, one tends to time travel through the experience.

Eventually I come back into reality. We are now at the bottom corner of the bed. Opposite of the headboard.

She is now riding me. Softly. Slowly. But very intently. As she continues to look down on me from above, I am fixating on her tight little stomach moving perfectly in synch with the music as she massaged my cock that is deeply inside her.

We are getting much deeper into our Sublime album and I am getting deeper into her.

It is around this point that I have two realizations.

1- We have been going for a really long time (not traditionally my strong suit).
2- I don’t think I’m going to be able to cum.

I move her back to the front of the bed with the pillows and headboard and whisper that we should take a break.

We laid there. Spent. Sweaty but clean. Pure. We could hear the muffled sounds of the party still going from the vents and with her head in my chest eventually drifted to asleep.

The Next Morning:

I’m not exactly sure how long we slept, maybe an hour or two maybe a few minutes. But as I awoke, I felt as if this was all a dream.

From my morning daze I glanced to my right and Caley was there. Totally naked. Beautiful as ever. I admired her naked body as the light slipping in through the shades covered her body in stripes.

I kissed her head ever so gently and she opened her eyes and leaned in for a tight squeeze. Her lips reached up and we started to kiss. I could immediately feel the blood rushing to my already sore penis, but I knew I had to be inside of her.

As we continued kissing, she opened her legs under the sheet and as my head glided down to her inner thighs, I could feel she was already wet.

At this point an almost animalistic instinct took over me. I knew that we had to finish. I had to claim her. I needed to cum inside of her.

I got on top and she lined up our tender and overworked body parts. I moaned in her ear as I pushed inside of her.

Holy shit again! This was not the Molly. She was definitely this tight and her pussy grabbed onto my Dick as if it’s life depended on it.

I pushed in. I pulled out slowly. She looked deeply into my eyes. I pushed in again and pulled out slowly, I wasn’t going to last much longer.

I leaned into her ear and whispered, “let me cum inside of you.”

Although I don’t remember her saying yes, her moan of anticipation and grip into my back spoke all that I needed to know and I started to unload 24 hours worth of my seed inside of her.

It was so tight, I could feel it splashing and recirculating around her tightly locked pussy and with every new spurt she tightened her little grip and her nails dug ever so gently into my back.

It was as if she was guiding me to cum with every pressure. She was unloading with me.

It’s hard to describe how deep I came inside of her.

For me, it was two-years of pent up desire and the way that she loved it flowing though her I could feel that she felt the same.

We laid down for a couple mins before we could hear our friends start to gather in the living room. Echos of last nights revelry started to filter through the thin walls.

She looked over and said, “well, we’ve been bad friends, we should probably head out there.”

I agreed.

As she got up she put her thin black cotton panties back-on. No doubt in an attempt to stop or slow my cum from leaking out of her.

She asked if I had something she could wear. Half jokingly, I reached into my drawer and grabbed a pair of Playboy boxers I had gotten as a gag gift.

I held them up for her. She smirked and said “these are perfect.”

She adjusted the elastic by rolling it down twice to fit her hips, put on a T-shirt of mine and we went out to living room.

One of our friends was laying on the pullout couch. She went and laid next to him. I sat on the couch on the other side of the room.

At first we got some flak about leaving the crew the night before, but it was all in good fun. We had great vibes as we all talked through the epic ness of the night before.

As sat there with all of my friends, I couldn’t have been happier. My smile must have been ear-to-ear.

We were all so close and here was the girl I had held on a pedestal for years. Always so close, but still so far away.

But now she was here. Laying on our futon, talking about what a great night she had.

And although people may have suspected it, there was something incredibly hot about being the only one to truly know that she was recapping, listening and sharing the revelry of last night all with my cum resting fully inside of her.

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