My Boyfriend’s Best Friend

Very nervous as I have only recently started to write erotica as opposed to general fiction!! But I wanted to share, based on a real fantasy of mine!

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My heart was racing… i took a deep breath and held it, frozen as his fingers moved my panties to the side and started to rub along my pussy…

how had I ended up in this situation?! *“It doesn’t count if its over the panties”* I had told myself. But it had all happened so quickly, and it felt so good…

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My boyfriends best friend had always been overtly sexual around me, and I had assumed that he was like that with all women – just one of those guys. Not that I had minded flirting with him now and then – there was definitely a chemistry between us, and I am a flirt at heart. there was something about the way my whole body tingled and adrenaline rushed through me when he’d lock me in a stare from across the room.

Tonight was different though. It was electric between us, there was no denying it – you could feel it in the air. My body was tingling whenever we were in close proximity, and when he walked behind me to get into the kitchen, his hands brushed past my waist, sending sparks through my body. I had to cross my legs to control the throb in between my thighs. I took a deep breath, walking into the bathroom and locking the door. It was important to stay calm – i wasn’t doing anything wrong, i reminded myself. It was a party, there were lots of people around – I’m just having a bit of fun and a drink, I reminded myself again. Plus, I could use this pent up energy later with my boyfriend. 

It was just a stare. I couldn’t stop thinking about him. 

But then the night went on and the drinks continued, and we ended up outside playing card games on the big garden table. He took a seat next to me, grabbing a handful of my thigh as he sat down next to me. Under the table, his hand remained on my leg. He was close to me. Too close.

As the game went on, I struggled to concentrate. Every time I replied to someone, or tried to play my turn, he would grab my leg again, or slowly dance his fingers up along the inside of my thigh. The thrill was exhilarating – I loved the game of it all, remaining calm and natural when my mind was racing with dirty thoughts of him bending me over.

*“Stay calm”* I heard him murmur as he leant across me to get a drink, locking me in a stare as he opened the can. I felt my pussy tingle and my breath get faster as he acted totally natural, drinking his beer with one hand, all while the other was hidden by the table, running up the insides of my thighs and grabbing my leg every now and then. He took my hand suddenly, pulling it into his lap. I could feel how hard he was, his dick pressing through his pants at this points. I rubbed up and down it over his pants, enjoying the sound of his stifled moans. 

I was breathing more heavily now, trying to suppress the animalistic urge to rip off his pants and sit myself on top of his dick, sliding on. The thought of it made me rub more firmly, feeling him twitch as I grabbed his dick over his clothes. The touch alone was enough to make him explode if he wasnt careful.

Responding almost instinctively, his slipped his hand under my skirt, rubbing my pussy over my panties. I breathed in deeply, trying to repress my imagination. It was going wild, imagining him deep inside me. 

He had to know how wet I was, my panties were soaked. 

I had tried so hard to resist. *“It doesn’t count if its over the panties”* I had told myself, feeling guilty at the pleasure i felt cheating on my boyfriend. It was so dangerous, i knew i should stop it before it was too late. And then, suddenly he nudged the material of my underwear aside and slowly rubbed my pussy, gently dipping the tips of his fingers inside me every so often, before using my wetness to rub up and down my pussy. His fingers felt so good, and i zipped down his pants not caring who saw. 

*No,* he said, under his breath. *I’ll cum. Later.* 

Before i could reply or comprehend what he meant by later, he stuck two fingers into my pussy and began fingering me, no longer slow and teasing.I gasped. It was taking all control I had left not to let the moans slip out my mouth, instead letting them out under my breath. 

“Fuck”, I whispered in a moan under my breath. I moved my myself forward, sinking down onto his fingers, slowly riding in rhythm with his pace. You could hear the noise from the wetness now, as the steady fingering became finger fucking as i continued to ride them as if they were his dick, and he started to use his thumb to rub my throbbing clit. It was too much.

I was going to cum. I couldn’t control it any longer, grinding against the firm hold he had me in. I rode his fingers, my eyes closed as I felt orgasm, him in and out of me as he rubbed against my clit. I screamed, moaning and crying out, grabbing his dick as I came all over his hand.

Everyone turned around and stared at me amidst the noise and the drinking. I panicked, flushed. `he laughed quietly next to me, wiping his wet fingers on his trousers.

*“I thought I saw a bee”* I said, sighing with relief as everyone went back to their conversations.

*“But it’s okay now”.* 

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