I want on a Valentine’s Date with a Friend and it had a really happy ending! [FF]

So I’d known Amy (fake name) for around two and a half years. We met while walking our dogs and quickly became friends and bonded over that to the point where we would arrange to walk together. She knew I was bisexual and signle and I knew she was in a relationship with a guy I’d only briefly seen once when he’d dropped her off at home (we live around the corner from each other). She’s around 5’6”, has medium length blonde hair, an athletic figure with lightly defined abs, petite, b cup breasts and a small arse and she’s absolutely gorgeous. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t have a crush on her or had fantasised about her before.

It was a week or so before Valentine’s day 2021 when I asked her if she and her boyfriend were doing anything special to celebrate together. She kind of ducked the question so I didn’t push it and we continued to walk on our usual route. We carried on chatting for a while and deliberately lengthened our walk as I could tell she wanted to talk to me more. I gently prodded her again about Valentine’s day and eventually she told me she’d broken up with her boyfriend a couple of months ago.

I could tell it was hurting her so I didn’t carry on the conversation and instead asked if she wanted to go on a ‘friends date’ instead. She agreed so we planned a walk for Valentine’s day without the dogs, it was just for us.

In the week building up to the date I planned to take a small bottle of prosecco and a couple of glasses with me to add to the date aspect as well as arrange a plan to come back to my house as I secretly hoped she’d want to be more than friends though I didn’t get carried away with those thoughts and didn’t want to ruin our friendship by trying to hit on her or seduce her.

Anyway Valentine’s day arrived and we started our walk. It was pretty normal at first and we were having normal, light hearted conversations but I could already tell she was much happier than the week before. I also noticed she was wearing clothing that really emphasised her body. She wore tight leggings that put an emphasis on her arse and a top which showed her midriff as well as a slight bit of cleavage. It would’ve shown her back off but she also wore a small fleece for a bit of warmth as well as having a raincoat in her bag for bad weather.

I was wearing a pair of already muddy jeans, a t-shirt and fleece. I’m about 5’8”, had brown hair at the time, c cup breasts and was carrying a bit of weight as a result of lockdown drinking. I made a point to tell her how great she looked which she appreciated and made a joke about looking sexy for her first date in years.

We had walked for just over an hour when we reached the top of a hill where we could look down on the surrounding area. We found a bench and stopped for a rest. Fortunately the weather had stayed dry and it wasn’t that cold for February. I pulled out the glasses and bottle of prosecco which really surprised her.

I joked about it being a date and all and noticed she’d scooted a bit closer. I poured us both a glass and we cheersed and drank. We just sat in silence and admired the view until our glasses were empty. I offered her another but she refused, instead asking if we could just sit there for a while longer.

A couple of minutes later she asked if we could hold hands, she said she was enjoying my company as it was but wanted it to feel a little more ‘datey.’ Instead I put my arm around her waist and pulled her closer, joking that this was more ‘datey’ than just holding hands. She laughed and put her arm around me and we continued to sit and watch.

After a small while I noticed she was shivering, I asked if she was cold and if she was ready to start walking again. I put away the glasses but we needed to finish what was left in the small bottle as we couldn’t re-cork it. We both drank from the bottle quickly and finished the contents.

After that she smiled at me and thanked me for the best date she’d ever been on. I laughed it off as not being a “datey enough,” date and told her she was one of my best friends and that she meant the world to me. She hugged me after that and I could tell she was genuinely happy which was a rare treat as she was normally very quiet and reserved.

She laughed and joked and said “You’re right, it’s not a proper date until we’ve kissed,” and just like that our lips were drawn to each other.

It was like my first kiss all over again. Her lips were so soft and gentle and I could taste the drops of prosecco still clinging to her tongue. My hands found her waist and I felt her body lean into mine.

It was only a couple of seconds but by the time we came apart it felt like hours. I was stunned until she took my hand and we began to walk back. She was practically bouncing all the way home, laughing and joking as we held hands. It was adorable to see her like this and I’ll admit I didn’t want the date to stop when we got home.

It turned out she didn’t either, it was clear she didn’t want to go home yet so I invited her to eat at my house.

I am very fortunate to have a family that loves and understands me regardless of my sexuality so they were very welcoming to Amy. They had also met her before and seen her while walking (yay for dog friends) but didn’t know her very well. Unfortunately there wasn’t enough food made for her to eat as well.

We decided to sit in the front room while waiting for my family to eat, we ordered a takeaway for a bit later and just watched whatever crap was on TV.

When the food arrived we ate together, cleaned up and then sat in the back room with the smaller telly. We started watching sat next to each other and put a film on we could both enjoy. I got us some drinks and slowly we got closer and closer until we were cuddling. She lay on top of me and got comfortable while I traced circles into her back.
We kissed a few more times throughout the film and I could tell she was comfortable in my arms. I asked about her sexuality and she told me she’d been questioning for a long time but didn’t go into any detail after that.

We carried on watching films until it got quite late. I wasn’t really paying attention to what was on. I was entirely focused on holding Amy and making sure she was happy and comfortable.

Eventually though it was time to call it a night. It had been a wonderful day and we made plans to meet up again the next day as neither of us had to worry about work. I offered to walk her home but noticed she got a bit squirmy and nervous. I was pretty confident I knew why so I simply asked if she’d rather spend the night in my bed.

She stammered out a yes which was enough of an invitation to kiss her. It was our most intimate yet, both us fully committed and I even held her arse as I encouraged her to grind her body against mine.

I then told her I’d get things ready while Amy spoke to her mum and told her she was spending the night at a friend’s. I went upstairs and made my bed and made sure my room was tidy. I then showed her upstairs and told her to wait in my room while I got ready.

It had been more than half a year since I’d last had sex at this point so my heart was hammering in my chest. I went into the bathroom and rinsed my mouth out with mouthwash, then I stripped down into my underwear, a simple white, padded bra and black, cotton panties. I gave myself a look over in the mirror to psyche myself up and walked to my door.

When I entered she was standing in the centre of my room in just her leggings and top. She turned to look at me and her mouth just fell open. I watched her eyes as she took in my body, lingering on my chest and legs. I felt a fire ignite inside me and in that moment I wanted her more than anything. I deliberately swayed my hips as I approached her, watching her teeth graze unconsciously against her lower lip.

I pulled her body into mine as we kissed. I felt her nails dig into my back as she tried to undo my bra. In response I slipped my hands into her leggings and panties, she moaned into my mouth as her hands went flat against my back as she steadied herself. I took a moment to back away and breathe. I looked into her eyes and teased my hands up to her top. She nodded and lifted her arms so I could pull it over her head.

She had a pink sports bra underneath which I was quick to remove as I kissed the tops of her breasts, gently nibbling at the soft skin before taking a pert nipple into my mouth and swirling my tongue around the sensitive bud. She gasped and moaned my name and a hand tangled in my hair. I pulled my mouth away from her chest and met her lips in yet another chaste kiss.

Her hands began to fumble with my bra again so I guided her to my bed and gently pushed her onto the covers. I made sure to give her a good view of my cleavage as I unclipped my bra and let it fall away. I watched the glint in her eye as I lowered my lips to her, feeling the heat burn between my legs as unsure and gentle hands brushed my chest and nipples.

I sighed for her, telling how good her hands felt on my chest between kisses until eventually we moved up the bed together. Her head was on the pillow with my hands and knees either side of her body. Her touch was growing bolder with every movement of her hands and our lips were frantic against each other.

When I stopped to look down on her she was without a doubt one of the most beautiful creatures I’d ever laid eyes upon. Her face was rosy with excitement, her small chest rose and fell rapidly with sharp, short breaths.

I asked her how she was feeling and all she could do was smile. I let my body ease into hers as we kissed. I couldn’t get enough of her soft and gentle lips, the feeling of her tongue gliding against my own. She was an amazing kisser and I was already addicted to her.

The more I kissed her the more turned on I got and the more I was certain she was too. As fun and intimate as it was to kiss her I knew it was time to speed things up. I crawled down her body, kissing and nibbling as I went. I lingered on her chest for a while, using my hands and mouth to tease her nipples and breasts. I could tell she was sensitive by the squeaks and gasps coming from her mouth.

I spent a little bit too long teasing her before finally moving lower still. I looked her in the eye and silently asked for permission. She whined a soft “please,” and I immediately began to peel her leggings and panties down her long legs. I went slow, savouring the reveal of her most intimate area. Trails of arousal were still connected to her panties, her smell was intoxicating and I found my mouth watering as I leaned closer.

She tasted sweet and I couldn’t get enough. I put my hands on her thighs to keep her legs wide as I kissed and licked at her core. I alternated between long and slow licks up her snatch, tasting as much of her as I could and quick flicks of my tongue, trying to find her clit without properly searching for it.

It didn’t take her long to cum. She yelped and then her hips began to buck, before I could react she squirted. Most of it landed in my mouth but some of her release splattered against my juices and her thighs. I looked up to see her gulping down air, the back of her hand on her forehead as she caught her breath. I licked my lips and gave her a few light and slow licks to ease her down and clean her up before crawling up the bed and laying beside her.

After a moment she flopped onto her side and threw her arm around me, “That was amazing,” she panted, “my boyfriend never did that with me,” I smiled and pulled her on top of me, kissing her again and sharing her taste with her.

After a long time kissing and hugging she sheepishly asked if she could do anything for me. I told her she could do whatever she felt comfortable with so she asked if she could just use her fingers. I kicked my panties down my legs and helped guide her hand to my cunt.

I could tell this was her first time with somebody else. She kind of knew what she was doing however she was unpracticed and her touch was occasionally painful. I brought my own hand down to help her out and guide her, mainly focusing on my clit. With the added pleasure it wasn’t long before I came, moaning her name before kissing her. I told her how great she was and eagerly watched as she licked her fingers clean.

We cuddled for a while after that and talked until we needed to get under the covers for warmth. She told me that was as good as she’d imagined and I asked how long she’d wanted to be with me. The conversation was long and filled with confessions and shared memories of past laughs. She fell asleep in my arms and for the first time in my life I felt I was ready for a relationship. Still it was too soon to rush into that.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/poo4fs/i_want_on_a_valentines_date_with_a_friend_and_it