As a bit of a preamble, I’m sure many of you know from experience that spontaneous intimacy with a friend can really put the friendship itself in a weird and maybe uncomfortable spot. I’m writing this from story from that spot right now. I’m not writing it for sympathy or for people to insult my friend, I’m not upset with her. I’m mostly hoping I can get some emotional catharsis out of actually writing it out.
**The Story Begins Here:**
A few days before 4th of July I got a text from my friend Jenna (fake name, obv.) asking if I wanted to acid with her and our other friend Devin(also a fake name) on 4th of July. Obviously that’s an offer I wasn’t going to refuse. I’m not going to get into the specifics of the trip because this isn’t really the sub for that. I will say that it was a really fun trip, Jenn & Devin are hilarious people, and we had a genuinely good chemistry just as three friends. As you probably guessed, we took acid to watch the fireworks.
The fireworks started without us realizing(that’s your attention span on acid) while we were walking through downtown, and we had to take off to find a parking deck. At some point Jenna asked if she could hold both our hands, I think to affirm the bond we could all pretty clearly feel amidst our emotional delirium. We walked like this for maybe a block and a half, her in the middle and us on either side. I’ll admit, I was getting a little bummed at this point because it’s clear to me that Jenna thinks of Devin as her younger brother, they’d known each-other since they were kids, and while they have good chemistry, it’s not flirtatious chemistry. This lead me to believe that she viewed me as her older brother in that moment. It made sense, I was the oldest and tallest of the three (I’m 22, she’s 21, Dev is 19), and since I’d done acid the most (about a dozen times), and this was her first, and Dev’s 2nd or third, I was able to help them define their trip vocabulary (essentially I could understand their half-formed acid thoughts from my own experience, and help them tease out what they were saying into something a little more eloquent). We were about thirty feet away from the ramp of a small parking deck, and Devin took off when he saw it, leaving just Jenna and I holding hands for a few seconds. I think it took her a moment longer to realize than I, or maybe she was testing me, but despite my attraction to her, I didn’t want her to feel like I was being a creep, so I let go first and we walked up the parking deck together. At that moment I was trying to focus on being happy just to have two good friends. For the past year, I’ve been living in a basement apartment so that combined with Covid, had made it pretty difficult to get into any social situations…much less any genuinely physically intimate ones.
I’m gonna fast forward because we returned to the group camaraderie during and following the fireworks till about 1 or 2 am. Jenna had already planned to sleep on Devin’s floor for the night, and while I’ve walked home from much later nights in worse weather, I was sticking around pretty late because I wanted to smoke through most of the come-down. Even on my better trips I tend to cry at the end of it, and admittedly, I did a little bit this time as well. At one point Devin asked us if we wanted a glass of water, and both of us, having been tripping for a whole day, eagerly accepted. There was maybe a moment of silence when he left the room, in which I cracked a joke, I don’t remember what it was, but Jenna was in hysterics. We were sitting across from each other on the floor, and she laughed so hard that she rolled over and was laughing while laying across my outstretched legs. I’m gonna be honest, I was more attracted to her here than I was at any point previously, and almost any point to come. It was just so sweet to watch…and also I hadn’t kissed a woman since October….of 2019. Devin comes back with the water and Jenna shifts off of my legs back into a sitting position. We shoot the shit a little while longer, and watch some episodes of mixed Tv. Sopranos and some adult swim Cartoons. At one point Jenna asks to hold both of our hands through something, though I notice she’s resting one of her legs on mine, and not on Dev’s. I try to play it cool through this, and at one point Devin checks his phone and drops Jenna’s hand again. This time I don’t let go. She doesn’t either. At the end of the episode it’s like 3:30 am and I say I’m gonna walk home. Jenna whines a little and with some insistence from Devin, I agree that I’ll stay the night on the floor.
We spend a few moments figuring out sleeping arrangements, Jenna is perpendicular to the foot of Devin’s bed, and I don’t want it to look like I’m being presumptuous, so I set up parallel to the bed, but before I lay down, Jenna says she doesn’t want to sleep at my feet. There are two easy solutions to this, either I can flip how I’m laying and put my head near hers, or she could flip herself, and lay with her feet towards mine. I want to be close to her, so I pick the first. I quickly flip my stuff around so I’m laying with my head near hers. Devin turns the lights out and we let a few minutes of silence pass. I blow a raspberry into my hand and blame it on Jenna and this puts her into hysterics. It sounds immature but it had to do with an acid joke from earlier in the night. She’s laughing as she roles again and she bumps her head against mine. I flip over to whisper to her if she’s okay, and she is. We sort of put our heads together gently to talk to each other about a little bit more, in an effort not to keep Devin up. Then we got quiet for a little bit, with just our heads resting against eachother…in the dark and in complete silence.
She’s rubbing her head against mine softly on and off, but mostly we’re silent, and motionless. I break it by asking her if she’s still awake very softly she says that she is. At some point we started holding hands again, and I notice she’s doing the little thumb-stroke with her hand. I move my other hand to her face and gently caress her cheek before I get up the guts to actually kiss her on it. She lets out a little giggle as if she’s been waiting for it, and then she kisses my cheek. I laugh softly, and whisper “uh-oh” which makes her giggle again. It’s like we were playing intimacy-chicken. The hesitancy only confirmed that we both new it was a bad idea, but I’d just lost by kissing her, so I figured I may as well lose big. I kissed her cheek again, and then held her face by her chin. As I said it had been nearly 2 years since I’d even kissed a woman, so this felt huge for me. I swallowed hard and took the plunge. I never use tongue on the first kiss. I think anyone that does is a psycho, no matter how steamy things are, at least the first kiss has gotta be close-mouthed. It didn’t take long however before things got to that point.
I moved my hand to the side of her face, as we would kiss again, and briefly separate, at some point I started stroking behind her ear. She giggled and flinched a bit. She told me that her ears were really sensitive. I made a joke that being raised catholic, playing with a girl’s ears was basically third base for me. This is where it got really weird for a moment, and probably where no matter what happened next, even if we’d fallen asleep it was evident that I was waist deep in the Rubicon, and may as well just cross the damn thing. She challenged my joke about third base, and I began nibbling on her earlobe a little, and then kissing behind it. She started letting out little whimpers and it was driving me crazy. I don’t know what possessed me, as I’ve never done this before in any of my (admittedly few) previous sexual encounters, but I just stuck my tongue into her ear, licking the whole rim at first and then paying special attention to the tragus, which was in my mind, the clit of the ear. This drove her crazy. We shifted from facing each other perpendicularly on the ground into a spooning position, and she hugged my arm across the chest, making it clear that she wanted me to play with her boobs.
I don’t know if you’ve ever seen the tweet that says “The most terrifying women are Five-Foot Flat, and have D-cups,”. This describes Jenna pretty well. I let out a soft moan in her ear when I moved one of my hands into her shirt to play with her boobs directly. Part of it was for show, I knew it would turn her on a little more, part of it was to show appreciation for her directing me to her boobs. I’m not a picky guy when it comes to boobs, but she definitely has the biggest out of any chick I’d been intimate with. Most of it was genuine. Jesus Christ. I’d forgotten how soft women’s bodies were. I don’t even know how to describe it. I felt around a little bit more, now kissing her neck after having realized how weird it was to be toungue-fucking her ear, and I started pinching her nipple softly. At this point she began letting out these kind of squeak-moans, and grinding her body against me. I got a little hard, but to be honest I was mostly dehydrated, and exhausted from tripping all day and I hadn’t eaten either. I don’t know if I’m alone in this but the combination of 2 or more of these factors usually prevent me from actually getting it up. That wasn’t my concern at the moment. My attention shifted to what I should do with my other hand. I slid it slowly down her body till I reached her waist and I paused. I slipped a few fingers under her waistband and she let out an encouraging “oh, yeah” before I took the plunge with my fingers. She was sopping wet when I got down there, and on first contact she let out another really hot moan. I chuckled into her ear a little bit and told her how hot it was that she was so wet.
I dipped my fingers in her pretty deep at first, just to get them nice and lubricated so they wouldn’t be too rough on her, and then I began spreading her lips to try and find her clit. It didn’t take too long, but I realized that I’d never fingered a girl with my left hand. I didn’t have the dexterity I did with my right, and although she was still reacting positively, I was having trouble getting into a consistent rhythm. I was nineteen when I lost my virginity, so I’d really only done just “hand stuff” once in my life. After that experience I’d been pretty excited to actually eat pussy, and I never got into a situation where only fingering a girl seemed appropriate for the interaction. This was different because we were still trying (and probably failing miserably) to be discrete. My prior techinique of sort of mouse-scrolling with my middle finger, around and across the clit, wasn’t really something I could do because I wasn’t nearly as delicately dextrose with my left hand as I am my right. I isolated the clit between my index and middle finger, and I decided to try something new.
I started moving my whole arm back and forth like I was making a gentle sawing motion, reaching down far enough that I could just stick the tips of my fingers into the opening of her pussy lips, while my slightly bony knuckles would rub past her clit on both sides with varying pressure, as the different parts of my fingers would brush past it. Let me tell you, I’m probably gonna be using this one again. A slight shiver ran up her body she gasped to take in a sharp breath and then let out a real moan. I shot my right hand up, which had been playing with her boob, to cover her mouth. I shushed her frantically, because our friend was still asleep 3 feet away from us. Unfortunately, we could both tell that detail made it way hotter. I uncovered her mouth, and ran my thumb over her mouth’s lips, with I continued the gentle sawing back&forth motion with left arm, and she began sucking on the thumb near her mouth, before stopping to giggle a little bit.
“You piece of shit little stoner,” she whispered.
It was true but I didn’t know why she was bringing it up now.
“You don’t have a grinder do you….that’s why your thumb tastes like (the name of the local headshop)” she giggled and then went back to sucking my thumb. I laughed a little.
“You got me” I whispered in her ear “and I’ve got you. I picked up the pace a little, and she shivered again, and wiggled her ass against my body. I could tell we were gonna reach the crescendo pretty soon, so I stuck my thumb a little deeper into her mouth to get it real wet, and I began to nibble on the back of her ear again. I took my thumb out of her mouth, which wasn’t the wisest move, because she went right back to whimpering/moaning, but I had a plan, Goddammit. I slid my hand into her shirt again, and zeroed in on her nipple, which I now began pinching and circling lightly with my wet thumb.
Jackpot.
She pressed her whole back into my body suddenly, and inhaled really deeply and sharply again. I kept rubbing and her moans became almost too high pitch to hear with human ears and really breathy too. Then all at once she rolled from spooning position onto her back like she was being exorcised and a shiver ran through her body so intense that she arched her back off the ground from laying flat, while I was shifting quickly to try and maintain my “grip” on her clit. I dont think she was squirting per se, but it definitely got a lot juicier down there. I licked my fingers and made a joke. I could see her smile in the darkness, as my night vision had kicked in prior, and she rolled back into me, this time facing me so she could rest her head on my chest. She kissed my on my cheek and my neck again, and we lay together like that for the rest of the night.
We talked about it 2 days later, and she’s not looking for a relationship, she says she thinks she’d hurt me or I’d hate her because of her emotional instability/unavailability. I knew this was going to be the result even from the moment I kissed her and whispered “Uh oh” but I’m still disappointed and frustrated. It’s hard for me to see her right now because I’ve had dream where we’re just holding hands and it pains me that I can’t even have that level of intimacy with her, much less actually fuck her, but at the same time, I don’t want to waste the opportunities I do have to hang out with her before she goes back to College in August. Again I’m not asking for advice or sympathy, but I thought actually getting all this out would help me work out a little of the frustration. Thanks for reading.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/ojxucj/fingered_my_friend_on_4th_of_july
Fake. Not bad, but fake