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My closest friend has always been Greta. She is Swiss/Italian, 6 feet (extremely tall), very thin, and not a lot of bust or ass. Nevertheless she has always been attractive and she certainly knew how to work herself on guys.
We met when we were in boarding school in Germany at around 14 and then made our way to university in London. Without going too much into detail, since boarding school we made it a bad habit of naively consuming a lot of drugs and getting into some really dark head spaces. Being 2 hours away from Berlin we took everything at our disposal and melted any sense of decency in our characters. Basically the only thing that kept is anchored to reality was our love for 80’s new wave/dance/funk music. Especially Talking Heads.
Now Berlin is well known for techno (we both like it), but we once found a DJ who played “our shit”. That night we we were completely out of our senses and we basically made out all night in the dance floor. The drugs, the good music and the appreciation and care we had for each other had blinded us into desiring each other’s bodies. We ended up making love that night. None of us remembered anything and we brushed it off as something that should’ve never happened. This whole thing became a bit of a running gag that would be joked about when we heard this music.
Years later now living in London, we both managed miraculously to finish our degrees and find jobs in our respective fields. One night we were on our usual drug fueled night when we witnessed and experienced something horrific, which was catalyzed by substances we were on, leaving us with serious trauma.
We both decided to get clean and here is when this story changes tone completely:
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Intensive exercise was recommended to us as a way to deal with the drug withdrawal syndrome. She suggested MMA classes as it was physically demanding, and she always had a weird fetish about fighting. She said it’s the way in which the sweaty bodies are so close to each other, there is a domination side about it, there is inflicting and sustaining pain. All of these doesn’t surprise me because she was into BDSM and dominatrix stuff.
We go to a few classes and whatnot and we really get into it. One time after our class we decided to stay late to practice between ourselves. After hitting the speed bags and the heavy bag for a while we decide to practice takedowns and all the ground techniques that had been taught. As we are both in the ground half wrestling half making a fool out of ourselves, the thickest sexual desire takes hold of me and I’m quickly having to deal with a massive erection. I told her I had to take a break but it was pointless, she was already looking at it and giggling. She makes a joke about how I should use my third leg to kick and all the shitty jokes that moment could fit. At this point I was fine with her knowing about it, but there were still some people (few) around the gym. I manage to make my way to the bathroom and kind of chill there for a moment waiting for it to go down. As i’m in the cubicle I hear Greta whispering my name outside and demanding me to let her in the cubicle.
She says, “Listen I want this as much as you do.” Nothing had to be said. Fighting the urge to tear each other apart was meaningless. I grab her by the neck with one hand and I violently move her face to mine. We don’t kiss, we just breath into each other, waiting for the other break and move towards the other’s lips. In the end I gave in and we started to make-out passionately. As our tongues intertwined with each other, I caress her hair. Twirling and curling, until she pushes me into the toilet seat and positions herself on top of me. My erupting cock penetrating the wet camel toe in her leggings. Pure lust took control of us and we kissed and grinned so hard we got scared we were going to break the toilet.
We decide to take it to the showers of the male changing room. We striped ourselves, as we kissed and bit each other’s body parts. No clothe pieces remaining we take 5 seconds to look at each other’s naked beauty. Hot water running only made our all really sweaty body’s drip. Our eyes caught each other and we knew we wanted to go berserk.
She went to her knees and started sucking me off. First she was running her tongue through my tip and base. Next came the aggressive massage on my testicles. As I contracted she went deeper to the point in which she had taken it all in. With a frantic circular motion with her mouth she made me cum without even being able to open my mouth. I couldn’t have been more than 2 minutes of her sucking me off and I blew up like a prepubescent.
I planned to return to favor by fingering her, but as I got my index inside of her, I feel her completely soaked. With no time to lose, she said, “Don’t lose the boner, I’m wet enough, just put it in”. Nothing else was said. Missionary style against the walls of the shower. Sight to sight. Breath to breath. I was inside of her and I felt so good. I started slow, but it took me very little to notice that she wasn’t tight at all and that her walls were completely soaked. I started to reach as far as I could. I start pounding on her and I hear my balls bouncing and clapping on her ass. She kissed my neck and another orgasm was coming. We were both tensing up. She urged me to do it from behind. Her face to the wall was not a beautiful sight to see but her screaming in pleasure and begging for more is something that I will probably never forget.
She came before me, shouting and losing all strength in her body. Domino effect, I came right after her. I remained inside of me until she had no strength to stand up. We both dropped to the floor and just laid there, her body pressed on top of mine as the water from the shower washed the moment away. We kissed with care and joy, sharing glances at each other. Those glances that marked the end of an amazing experience we both had lived.
We didn’t know experiences like this could come without the influence. We finished showering. Changed into clean clothes, and headed to a pub were we laughed it off and cherished our friendship with each pint and sharing a cigarette. Probably both thinking on whether they should invite the other to spend the night.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/rfxzrr/my_friend_a_i_couldnt_contain_ourselves_after