Shelby was an attractive gothy type, 20 years old. She was pretty short, probably only a little over 5 feet tall, with chest-length black hair. She had a septum piercing and a lip-ring, as well as a single tattoo on her forearm. She was a fairly modest dresser, usually simply wearing jeans and band tees. This, however, made her more spectacular when she did occasionally wear a sundress in the summertime. We were fairly good friends, and nothing sexual had ever occurred between us before.
I was an also-20 punk kid, just under six feet, with waist-length hair, several tattoos, the works.
This particular evening, Shelby had come over to my apartment and we were sitting together on the couch, smoking weed and watching movies.
At some point, she casually stated, “You know, I had a dream where I offered you a blowjob and you turned it down.”
“Damn, can’t get any in your own dreams?” I teased, chuckling awkwardly.
“I thought it was unrealistic that any man would turn down free head.” Shelby laughed. “I mean, would you?”
“What, are you offering?” I replied, feeling my face flush slightly as I wondered where this was going.
“What would you do if I did?” She asked coyly.
Her hand had wandered over to the button of my jeans, which she began fiddling with clumsily.
“I think I’d, uh, find it hard to refuse…” I stuttered nervously.
Shelby sat forward with a laugh, making lusty eye contact with me before scooting off the couch and kneeling down in front me. She unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans, squeezing my bulge through them in anticipation. Her fingers slid under the band of my briefs and she tugged them down, my dick flopping out.
“Goddamn, bro.” Shelby said as she finished pulling off my jeans and briefs. “Look at that *cock*, dude. Like, I knew you had a biggie, but *Jesus…*” (She was roommates with my friend Annika at the time, who was probably the source of this information.)
She wrapped her hand around my cock and began gently stroking me to firmness. Shelby smiled deviously as my dick grew to full mast, then leaned in and slowly slid my cock into her mouth.
I groaned and squirmed as her head bobbed up and down on me, her tongue rolling around the tip of my cock, the strokes of her hand on my shaft becoming slick with saliva. In no time at all I was as hard as I’d ever been.
Releasing me suddenly from her mouth, Shelby leaned back and began frantically undoing her own jeans. She was incredibly and visibly turned on. As her jeans came loose, she hooked her thumbs into the waist of them, pulling them and her panties both down at once as she stood up. She stepped out of them and dropped them on the floor, now completely nude from the waist down. I barely had time to register the sight of her puffy, stubbled mound as she straddled me on the couch, her bare pussy pressing down against my rock hard shaft.
Shelby began aggressively making out with me, breathing heavily as she rubbed her pussy up and down the length of my shaft. She roughly pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it across the room before reaching down and taking hold of my cock.
“Fuuuuuckk…” I groaned deeply as she pushed me tightly inside of her with a gasp. Shelby placed her hands on my shoulders and started slowly riding me, her feet flat on the cushions. She sat back with me still inside of her, and pulled her shirt off, swiftly unhooking and removing off her bra, her breasts spilling free. Her nipples were pale, almost the same tone as her skin. She gave me a few more pumps, her pussy tightly gripping my cock, before raising herself off of me. My slick and shiny dick popped out of her and bounced off of my belly.
Shelby turned and bent down over the arm of the couch, resting her elbows on it and lifting her ass up towards me, glancing back toward me with a suggestive look.
I positioned myself behind her, taking hold of her waist and poking my cock into her crack. The tip of my dick glanced off of her asshole, eliciting a lusty chuckle from her. She reached back and spread one cheek, giving me a clear view of her dripping pussy. With the path laid clear, I pushed into her, the wet warmth of her enveloping me again as a guttural moan escaped her.
Shelby let go of her ass, her cheek bouncing back into place. I started fucking her, slowly picking up the tempo, going faster and harder. I could feel the tips of her fingers brushing against my shaft as she rubbed her clit.
“*Oh my god*, I want to cum!” She whimpered. “I wanna cum, I want to -”
“I’m about to…” I croaked out, cutting her off. I could feel my orgasm building. “I’m going to!”
“Don’t pull out, don’t stop, I’m *so close!*” Shelby cried out.
The swelling in my loins reached a crescendo, and I spurted thick bursts of cum deeply into her. She could definitely feel my release, responding with a literal *grunt* and pressing herself into me tightly, grinding on my pelvis. Her pussy, filled with cum, was the wettest, gushiest, and warmest thing I had ever felt. I moaned with the intensity of it, continuing to slip in and out of her as my cock softened slightly.
Shelby quivered, climaxing, her pussy contracting hard and squeezing my dick on all sides. I felt like I almost came again from the sensation. Her fingers sunk tightly into the fabric of the couch, her body seizing as she groaned and cursed. I kept slowly gliding in and out of her as her orgasm subsided, both of our genitals a creamy, milky mess.
We sat naked and panting, lazily groping ourselves for several minutes. In our post-coital euphoria, we kept making eye contact and looking down to where Shelby was leaking cum onto the couch, bursting into laughter.
“I hope you don’t think we’re going again, my pussy is sore from that taking all of that.” Shelby told me matter-of-factly, her eyes lingering on me still stroking my half hard cock.
Eventually I got us a towel and we cleaned up. I only realized later that when she slipped her panties and jeans back on, she did so with my cum still inside of her.
Shelby and I remained friends, and occasional FWB, for a few years before she eventually moved away. We kept in contact for a while, sometimes sexting, but eventually we lost contact and I haven’t talked to her in several years. Sometimes i can’t help but wonder if she ever thinks about me, if she ever rubs one out to memories if us. And whether she does or not, I hope that you, dear reader, will.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/r3s3i4/i_came_inside_my_cute_goth_friend
Great story! Shelby sounds like an amazing and fun friend :)
Amazingly written!