My Best Friend’s Girlfriend (Part 1) [MF]

Earlier today me, my friend, Jack, and his girlfriend, Hazel, were celebrating their 2nd anniversary. Being the partiers that they were, they decided to celebrate it at the bar, and invited me to join. After a few minutes it was clear that they would be drinking till the sun rose, so I forced myself to stay off the alcohol in case they needed a drive home.

They continued celebrating until just a few hours before dawn, when they finally asked me to take them home. During the ride, Jack passed out in his seat, so I decided to take them to my apartment instead of theirs, seeing as theirs was much farther from the bar.

I managed to wake Jack up long enough to bring him to my bed, where he collapsed and fell asleep almost instantly. Hazel was still wide awake, so she came up to me and tried talking to me, which was a shocker—me and Hazel hardly got along, and usually avoided each other when we could.

“I’m surprised he managed to stay awake this long,” Hazel said, slightly slurring her words. “We both know that he usually falls out after two drinks max.”

We both laughed together and locked eyes. It always amused me how her eyes were such a beautiful hazel color, as if her parents had named her after them. In reality, she was born with green eyes, which slowly became hazel as time passed.

“Maybe he’s picked up a few tricks from you,” I replied. “You could probably drink for hours and you wouldn’t feel a thing.”

Hazel laughed her beautiful laugh, and looked me in the eyes once more. She smiled softly at me, which I reflected back.

After a few seconds of silence, she finally spoke. 

“Alright, I best be going to bed around now,” she said, clapping her hands together. “Goodnight, Aaron.” 

She waved goodbye to me as I left my bedroom. She closed the door behind me as I left—whenever the two of them crashed at my place, I always let them keep the bedroom, seeing as there were two of them and one of me. I usually grabbed a pillow and slept on my couch instead.

However, by letting them sleep together, I often heard the two of them having sex in my room. At first it irritated me—they were often loud and didn’t even seem to remember my presence. But hearing Hazel getting pounded while she moaned and screamed turned me on so much that I decided to let them continue anyway.

Hazel had a gorgeous face and long black hair, continuing about halfway down her back. She was pretty average in height, but she made up for it with her perfectly shaped ass and huge tits, which were made even more prominent by her rather tight clothing. She was Jack’s girlfriend, so I kept my distance, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t spend a lot of time looking at her when Jack wasn’t focusing.

I’d tried to become friends with her on numerous occasions, but she was unbelievably irritating. Whenever she was sober, we constantly argued about seemingly useless things. Our friends often called us “enemies”, and Jack did his best to keep us away from each other to avoid any conflict. Our conflicting personalities were almost a blessing in disguise, as they made almost all my fantasies of her vanish.

Except on nights like these, where Jack is passed out and unable to separate us, and Hazel acts like an entirely different person with me. Her drunk self is someone who I get along with entirely well, though by the time she sobers up, she’s forgotten most of it. Still, I enjoy the brief moments I have with her.

But there’s a problem with those moments too; I begin to think of Hazel in a positive light, and the fantasies of her come back to me. Thoughts about her perfect body on my cock, or hearing her loud moans that I’ve always heard from my bedroom, only I was the one causing them, not Jack—those thoughts drove me mad.

My dick began rising and hardening up thinking about it again, and I knew that if I wanted to sleep, I would need to take care of these urges first. I didn’t have a blanket to cover myself up, so I looked up to do a quick check on my bedroom door; it was still closed.

I lowered my pants just up to my knees, enough to free my hard cock. I gripped it with my hand and began stroking it, faster and harder then I usually did. I wanted to reach my climax as soon as possible, in case either Jack or Hazel left the room for any reason.

My mind wandered to the thoughts of Hazel and the outfit she was wearing before she went to sleep; a black t-shirt that showed just a little bit of her beautiful olive skin at the bottom, and a pair of black sweatpants, which perfectly complimented her huge ass.

I slowed down my stroking. As risky as it was, I was enjoying myself too much right now to rush. I thought about slowly taking those clothes off her, until it was just her fully naked in front of me.

Her lips around my cock as she slowly sucked me off… her loud moans as I filled her pussy with my cock… fucking from her behind until we both couldn’t take it and orgasm together, filling her with load after load…

I felt a loud groan release from me, something I often never did while masturbating. I had never pleasured myself to this extent before, and it was starting to become audible. I used my free hand to cover my mouth while I continue stroking.

I continued going for a few more minutes, enjoying myself to the fullest. And then I saw it, out of the corner of my eye.

Hazel was standing right by the bedroom door, staring at me. 

My jaw dropped open, but it was hidden by the hand covering me. I had no idea that she was there the whole time, but I had checked the bedroom door not too long ago. Sure, Hazel could’ve likely left to go and use the bathroom in that time, but how would she have done so without me hearing?

Could it have been possible that she had opened the door when I groaned like that? It certainly was—I had completely lost all sense of my surroundings at that moment. She could have easily opened the door, and I wouldn’t have noticed at all.

But in that case, why was Hazel still there? That moment had passed minutes ago…

I peeked once more at her, not turning my head in order to make sure she didn’t realize I knew she was there. What I saw made my jaw drop once more:

Hazel had her hand down her pants, and one look at her eyes rolling back into her head told me that she too was masturbating. She brought her head down to face me, scaring me into thinking that she had found out that I knew of her presence , but her eyes weren’t fixated on my face. They were focused on my cock, which I was still stroking.

My pace quickened. I wanted to enjoy this moment for even longer, but knowing that Hazel was watching me and even more; actually pleasing herself to the sight of it made me too horny to think straight. I slipped my clothing fully over my legs instead of letting them hang around my knees—if she really was watching me jerk off, the least I could do was give her a bit of a show.

Clearly, it turned her on, but what I didn’t expect was that she would follow.

Hazel looked back at the bedroom door, listening closely for any sound of Jack. After a few moments, she sat down against the wall and slowly took off her sweatpants, leaving her bottom half only covered by her panties.

After another moment, she took a deep breath and slid off her panties, leaving her trimmed pussy exposed to the air. Even from such a distance, I could see just how dripping wet she was, and she wasted no time in pleasuring herself; she began to rub her clit intensely, stifling back moans. She threw her head back and her eyes rolled back into her head, and she began fingering herself lightly.

I kept stroking myself, even faster than before. I wanted nothing more than to get up and fuck her pussy as hard as possible, but I kept myself composed. I took a look back at Hazel and saw her start to tremble slightly, as she now had 3 fingers inside herself. They were hooked upwards, making her moan softly. She took her free hand and covered her mouth with it, mimicking me.

I got lost in my fantasies once again, and soon I finally felt myself reaching my edge. I took a quick look back at her and saw her shake even more. There wasn’t long until both of us reached our climax.

I imagined her pussy wrapped around my cock, gripping me and stroking my cock instead of my hand, and hearing her moan my name.

The thought was too much, and I felt myself unload with a loud moan, shooting multiple loads onto myself. I looked back at Hazel, who was staring intently at my orgasm as she reached her edge too, unable to hold back her pleasure any longer as she finally let out a loud moan—filled with so much raw pleasure that I had never once heard coming from her during sex with Jack—as she squirted her juices all over my floor.

Her eyes widened and she covered her mouth in awe, staring at me. At this point, it wasn’t worth pretending that I didn’t see her, as she had just moaned so loud. We locked eyes, and she gave me an apologetic look. I looked back at her with a look that said “don’t worry about it, it’s our secret.”‘

Hazel smiled shyly, but I sensed a bit of mischief in her smile too. She grabbed her panties and sweatpants off the floor and hurried back into the bedroom, giving me an awkward goodbye wave before the door closed.

I let out a long sigh, getting up to clean myself off. This event would bring up a multitude of problems and awkwardness to us tomorrow, but something told me it wasn’t the last time me and Hazel would have an encounter like this.

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