Forgetting Caroline Part 2: My Best Friend Is Letting Me “Use Her Body” After a Rough Breakup [M/F] [Photo in Comments]

I’ve dreaded the 5th of January for weeks. Normally this isn’t the case … it used to be a date I enjoyed. Looked forward to. You could almost say I loved it.

Yesterday would have been my four-year anniversary to Caroline, the woman I’d planned to marry before I found out she was cheating on me with her personal trainer.

We had a tradition of celebrating our anniversary with a big night out and then a wild night in bed. My bed. The one that I sleep in alone now that we aren’t together. Now that she has apparently moved on and was seeing other people.

So when our first “anniversary” after the breakup rolled around, I was pretty miserable. Sorry, that’s an understatement. I wanted to erase January 5th from every calendar on earth.

I called in sick to work and planned to binge-watch The Witcher until it was time for bed. I just wanted the day to be over so I could get back to literally any of the other 364 days of the year.

But then Emma texted me.

“How are you doing today, bestie?” The fact that she left out her usual super-cheerful emoji told me she already knew the answer. This was definitely a “checking in on you” text.

*Have I mentioned that Emma is an amazing friend and that I don’t deserve her?*

Not too long ago, she made me the offer to “use her body” anytime I felt tempted to go back to Caroline. I’d taken her up on it once, and it was every bit as awkward and wonderful as you’d imagine hooking up with your best friend would be.

I came in Emma’s mouth. A lot. The mental image of my cum running down her chin while she laughed is permanently stuck in my head. I have to intentionally avoid that thought when we’re hanging out or my cock will get hard.

I was relieved to get Emma’s text yesterday morning because it took my mind off Caroline and all the things we would have been doing on this particular day. “I’m making it, Em. Thank you for checking on me, really,” I replied.

“I guessed today would be difficult so I came up with a surprise … “ Emma texted. “Can I come over?”

“I’d love that,” I said. I meant it. Even though she would probably ask tons of questions during The Witcher–one of Emma’s quirks that I have gotten used to and honestly grown to like–it would be nice to have another person around.

“Do I get any hints about what my surprise is?”

“No,” she replied almost immediately. “See you soon :)”

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When I heard the knock at the door, I summoned all the strength in my body to get off the couch, drag myself to the door, and let Emma in.

It was like opening the blinds in a dark room.

She practically bounced into the room and gave me the biggest hug that a small person can offer. I thought it was just my imagination, but the air smelled sweeter the moment she entered the apartment.

“I’m sorry today is rough, bestie,” she mumbled into my shoulder.

I leaned into the hug and said, “Thanks, Em. You really didn’t have to come over … “

“Nonsense!” she said in her enthusiastic, singsong voice. After a few moments, I realized she was going to keep the hug going as long as I needed. I let go, even though I easily could have stood there in the doorway holding her longer.

“What’s my surprise?” I asked, practically begging. Emma held out a box that she’d been holding in her hands behind my back.

Donuts. I’m not proud to say this, but my face lit up and I smiled bigger than I have in weeks.

“From the shop around the corner–your favorite!” she said.

“*You’re* my favorite,” I said before frantically opening the box and taking a big bite of chocolate-glazed deliciousness. Emma reached up to brush something off my chin. “You’re getting it all over your face, silly.”

I didn’t care. All my problems–Caroline-related or otherwise–had melted away. I was eating a donut brought to me by a beautiful woman. Please allow me to emphasize: Emma looked gorgeous.

Not a single one of her brown curls was out of place, and she had some kind of subtle, sparkly makeup around her eyes that made them more hypnotic than usual. She wore a tight-fitting black sweater that constantly drew my gaze toward her chest. Her jeans were the pair I’ve secretly loved for a long time … they hug her butt tighter than she hugs me, which is saying something.

At some point, Emma must have noticed me admiring her, because her cheeks turned a light red color that almost hid her freckles. Then she got on her tiptoes and whispered in my ear. “Do you remember my offer … to, um … *take care of you* whenever you needed it?”

My arms and neck broke out in goosebumps the moment the words left her mouth. *How could I forget?*

I had just taken a huge bite of donut, so all I could do was nod with my eyes wide.

“I want … I mean, if you want, I could take care of you today,” she said in a quiet, almost fragile voice. I felt my dick get hard and I was reminded of how full my balls were. I had been dreading the anniversary date so much that I had been ignoring my body’s need to cum for days now.

“I–I’d love that, Em,” I said. “I can’t get the last time out of my head.” Hearing this made Emma levitate up and down on her toes with excitement, probably without her even realizing.

“Me neither,” she said breathlessly. “I’m … I’m gonna go into your bedroom and get ready, okay?”

I almost hesitated because some part of me worried I wouldn’t be able to “get it up” if I saw Emma on my bed–the one where Caroline and I used to … well, you know. But I pushed that thought from my mind. *It is my bed now. Just mine.*

“Absolutely,” I said. I watched my best friend practically skip down the hall in a way that was simultaneously adorable and charged with sexual energy.

“Give me five minutes,” she called from the open door to my bedroom. “And no peeking!”

I walked into the kitchen and rinsed the chocolate off my fingers. *What did she have planned?* I didn’t have time to wonder because I had barely finished drying my hands when I heard a playful voice call out, “I’m reaaady” from across my apartment.

Something about the way she said this instantly made me super hard. My dick throbbed in my pants as I walked down the hall toward my bedroom. Toward Emma.

I’m not sure what I expected to see when I walked through the door, but what I found is now filed away in the “forever” part of my brain. Right next to the picture of Emma with my cum dripping out of her smile.

In the middle of my bed among the blankets and pillows was my best friend.

Face down, ass up.

Her bare breasts were pressed against the sheets and all she had on was a skimpy pair of bright red panties that seemed … oddly familiar?

I had to remind myself that I’d never seen Emma without clothes on. *Was my mind playing tricks on me?*

“Remember these?” she said with a rare, seductive tone in her voice. “These were the bikini bottoms I was wearing at the pool party where you couldn’t take your eyes off me.”

The memories came flooding back, and I felt the warm sensation of precum on the tip of my dick. That pool party was the first time I’d truly seen Emma’s body. I was still dating she-who-must-not-be-named-or-it-would-kill-my-boner back then, so I felt conflicted about wanting my best friend so badly. About watching her perfect ass parade around the pool.

It became clear that Emma was giving me a wonderful anniversary present. The opportunity to forget this day was an anniversary.

“Em, you look … *incredible*,” I stammered. “W-what do you want me to do to you?”

I knew what I wanted to do–push my dick inside her as far as it would go–but I wanted to be absolutely sure she wanted this too.

“I want you to fuck my pussy,” she said without a moment of hesitation. Hearing those words come out of her mouth made my stomach do a wonderful barrel roll.

“Em, have I ever told you you’re the best?” I said as I grabbed a condom from my dresser by the door. I took my shirt and pants off as Emma looked back at me from the bed, over the sharp angle of her shoulder and the much softer angle of her ass. *She is checking me out.*

“What are best friends for?” she said with a smirk.

As I climbed onto the bed and kneeled behind her, I couldn’t help but take a mental snapshot. The smooth, silky material of Emma’s bikini was stretched tight between her legs because of her suggestive ass-up pose, barely covering the parts of her I so desperately wanted to see.

I ran my finger along a tantalizing crease in the fabric, right down the middle of her body. She was warm to the touch. I heard her inhale sharply as I touched parts of her that best friends never get to feel unless they’re becoming something more than friends.

I smiled as I watched the fabric get a shade darker when I pressed it against her skin. My fingertips came back slippery. Emma was very wet.

“Pl-please take them off,” she whispered from the head of the bed. “I want you to … see *me*.”

I leaned forward and planted a kiss on her right butt cheek, which made her giggle. “I want to see you too,” I replied. My stiff cock was proof of that.

I grabbed the waist of her bikini bottom and eagerly pulled it back, over her butt, and down her thighs. Emma lifted her legs off the bed one at a time so I could work the swimsuit past her knees and finally throw it on the bed next to her head.

When the ball of crumpled red fabric entered her eyesight and she knew she was free, Emma gave her ass a little wiggle, as if to show it off. She had every right in the world to be proud.

I thought her butt looked great in the jeans that were now lying on my floor, but her bare ass in front of me was unbelievable. I grabbed a cheek with each hand and spread her ever so slightly so I could take her in. Every little detail.

Her pussy was bright pink and glistening, her clit visibly swollen with anticipation.

I sat there stunned for a second as I marveled at how two people could be platonic “besties” for so long but still obviously want each other so badly in the moment. As I pondered this, I opened the condom wrapper and rolled the thin layer of latex over the stiff ridges of my cock.

I was ready. *Was she?*

“Do you want me to use my fingers or go down on you first?” I said. “We can work up to–”

“I want you to push your cock inside my pussy,” Emma interrupted. “I was fingering myself most of the morning before I texted you, hoping this would happen … I am so fucking ready.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. I lined myself up with her, took my dick in my hand, and began to rub the head of my cock against her clit. And then between her wet pussy lips.

Emma let out a little moan when she felt the tip begin to enter her. *Did she just realize how long and thick I was from the sight of her sitting in my bed?*

Her body quivered, and I used my free hand to steady her in front of me. To support her while I pushed myself inside her and filled her up with a single, smooth thrust.

Emma’s right leg shuddered when she felt the edges of her pussy pressed firmly against the base of my cock. I saw her fingers grasp wildly at the sheets, and she took a deep breath.

“F-fuuuck, you’re so deeeep,” she said with a wavering voice. “P-please take it out and do it again.”

I slowly pulled back out of Emma’s pussy. My dick was covered in her white cream, and small strands of cum bridged the gap between us. They disappeared when I plunged back inside her.

This time she pressed back against me and it was my turn to moan. I couldn’t help it, she was just too tight for me to keep that sound inside.

I heard a giggle from the other side of the bed. “I like hearing you like that,” Emma whispered. “It lets me know I’m making you feel good.”

“You feel just as good as you look, Em,” I replied. “And you look absolutely *amazing*.”

I grasped her ass tighter in my hands and began to rock my hips back and forth. I made the decision then and there that I wouldn’t be taking my cock back out until I had made Emma cum.

I wanted to make her feel just as good as she made me feel. It was my way of saying “Thank you … thank you for being a source of light during a dark time in my life.” I’m the kind of person who has difficulty saying those things out loud, so I hoped I could say it physically.

My intense desire to make Emma orgasm threw me into overdrive. This was perfect, because she kept repeating, “harder, harder, harder.”

We were both breathing hard, mumbling profanities with each wave of pleasure, and pushing our bodies together. I could feel her pussy twitch with every thrust. I watched her firm, pale ass ripple when it collided with my thighs. I felt my balls tingle and shift as if they couldn’t hold much longer.

I let go of Emma’s ass and grasped her waist. Gently but firmly, I pulled her toward me, lifting her chest off the bed while still fucking her wildly from behind. She raised herself up so she was kneeling and arched her back, taking my hands in hers and placing them on her perky tits.

I held her there and kissed the back of her neck while I thrust in and out. This new angle gave me greater leverage inside her. I knew I was hitting all the right places because her moans were louder now.

Emma kept saying word over and over but with a different emphasis each time: “yesss, Y-yes, YE-ss, YES, fuck YES.”

Her cries crescendoed just as I began to climax. I felt my balls tighten and warm streams of cum flowed into the condom. Emma reached back and held me behind her, keeping me inside until my cock stopped throbbing between her legs.

We both collapsed in a billowy pile of blankets. It felt like I’d crash landed in heaven after hooking up with an angel.

I groggily threw the condom in the trash and used some tissues to get cleaned up while Emma scampered off to use the bathroom. I was on the verge of a post-orgasm nap when she danced back into view.

With a plate of donuts. Yes, this was heaven.

“You just burned a lot of calories, bestie!” she said. “Here, eat so you can keep your strength up.” I took a bite of the donut she held out for me and she followed suit.

I lay back down on a pillow and looked up at her. Emma’s curls were a little disheveled and it looked like some of her sparkly makeup had gotten rubbed off when her face was on the bed. But damn, she was lovely.

“Thank you,” I said.

“For what?” she asked with a big smile. It was the kind of smile a person has when they know they’ve done something incredibly kind for a friend and part of them wants to hear how much it meant.

“Everything,” I replied. I sat there for a moment and watched her take a big bite of the donut. “Actually, I want to thank you for … for being a, um, source of light … during a really dark time in my life.”

Emma was about to take a big bite of her donut and she froze, as if my words would be too sweet if they were combined with the sugary glaze.

We sat there for a moment in a comfortable silence as she basked in my gratitude. I brushed a few stray curls out of her face so I could see her eyes better.

“What are best friends for?” Emma finally said.

I glanced around at the scene in front of me. Her, eating donuts naked in my bed. The clothes strewn around on my floor and the bikini in my bed.

“The answer to that question keeps surprising me in the best possible ways,” I said with a grin.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/rxu6od/forgetting_caroline_part_2_my_best_friend_is