My best friend’s last hurrah before my graduation [MF]

I met him when I was a freshman in college. I was 18, and had generally had very bad luck with guys. The combination of being a bit of a nerd in high school and coming from a religious Chinese family made me completely insecure when it came to the opposite sex. The men I liked were never really interested in me.

Anyway, moving on, let’s call him Z. I still remember the moment I met him, clear as day. I was introducing myself to my orientation week group, and then I saw him walk up to us. His dark brown hair caught the light, and his similarly dark eyes crinkled into a smile. He was tall, and I could see how toned his arms were under his tight gray shirt.

He was, and is, the most attractive man I had ever laid eyes on.

I was starstruck as he began speaking. He had a deep, velvety voice and a sexy accent. He liked working out. He kept talking. I learned that he….really liked working out.

To be honest, I was a bit disappointed. I’d had my heart broken by a gym bro once. Not my type, I thought at the time. I wondered if we would have anything in common.

But behind his goofy gym bro exterior, Z was in fact hiding a huge nerd. The man was an international physics competition medalist and was majoring in engineering.

Somehow, despite us being from totally different countries and the last time I hit the gym being years ago, we could talk for hours on end. I learned that he was kind and perceptive, and he was a romantic at heart.

Yup, you can probably tell by now that I fell for him. Hard. Before him, because of my background, I wasn’t really a sexual person. I had a hard time seeing guys I liked in a horny way. I thought there was something wrong with me, but it just turns out I just hadn’t met anyone this fucking hot before.

I learned this because we started going to the gym together. I went from an innocent angel to someone who talked my friend’s ear off about how I wanted to lick the sweat off of his abs. In graphic detail.

I kind of sensed, during these many hangouts and deep conversations, that he might feel the same. Z seemed like he was learning to be vulnerable for the first time. He brushed up really close to me sometimes, and he would give me this very uncharacteristic shy smile. Either way, we became best friends and told each other absolutely everything.

But my hopes came crashing down one day when we were at the same party. Right in front of my eyes, across the crowd, I saw Z kiss this tall, beautiful blonde girl — the same kind of girl he always described as his type. Me being 5’5 and Asian, I definitely was neither tall nor blonde. So I gave up for good.

The year passed, and I eventually moved on. I met the guy who would later become my boyfriend (and the star of my future stories for this sub). My close friendship with Z continued, though, and he later became great friends and even suitemates with my boyfriend as well. We continued the fun relationship we had always had, and we continued the thing we did where we would flirt relentlessly with each other, but in a joking way. I’d show up in a revealing outfit and he’d be like, “Damn girl, you’re gonna make me act up.” (By the way, my boyfriend is cool with our friendship dynamic, and often joined in with comments about a threesome.) Anyway, me and Z also still had those same deep conversations, but I felt that whatever was going on between us romantically was over. Z was super careful to be respectful of my relationship, and he never overstepped any bounds.

Anyway, fast forward to my graduation last May. I was graduating a year early and heading to law school. Before I left, I was trying to have some fun and my friends and I (including my boyfriend and Z) went to a house party hosted by another graduating senior.

Z usually didn’t really drink, preferring to laugh at our antics and be a friendly shoulder for me to rest my tired ass drunk head on. I am an extremely cuddly drunk, and snuggle everyone in sight after a few shots. Once again, my boyfriend is cool with this and knows I don’t mean anything by it.

That night, I had steadily become quite tipsy. Surprisingly, so did Z, who had a copious amount of alcohol. By now he had moved past toned and was absolutely jacked, so it took like 15 shots to get him heavily tipsy. For a while he was up to normal 21 year old drunk man antics.

Feeling a little tired from the alcohol, I was sitting on a couch in the now empty living room, as everyone else had moved to the beer pong table outside. After a few moments of silence, I heard some footsteps. It was Z, who flashed me a bright grin and sat down next to me on the couch. He put an arm around me, and I laid my head on his bulky-ass shoulder. We stayed like that for a few moments before everyone came back in, finished with beer pong.

My boyfriend, also drunk, waved at us and sat down next to me on the couch. A couple guys started joking with Z, and he got sucked up in that conversation. Now that my boyfriend was here, I moved to get off of Z and go cuddle with him instead.

And then Z, not even looking over from his conversation, grabbed my hand and pulled me back onto him. I’m talking, full interlocked fingers, palm to palm. I could feel every single callus from all the weights he had been lifting in the gym. His hand was fucking huge and completely enveloped mine.

I looked over at my boyfriend. He cocked an eyebrow as he noticed Z holding my hand, but didn’t say anything. At that moment, the friends who were talking to Z moved to go talk to my boyfriend, and within moments he was laughing it up with them.

As my boyfriend was distracted, but still very much next to me, Z slowly reached over and grabbed my leg that was furthest from him, crossing that leg over my other one and placing it so it was resting over his knee. I whipped my head around to look at Z in shock. He was smiling, and there was a little glint in those deep brown eyes.

At this point, I was confused as fuck. I was so shocked I couldn’t even move. All I could do was nervously look between Z and my boyfriend, who was somehow still distracted with his friends. I was a mix of confused and very turned on. It was like every feeling I had for Z back in freshman year had returned in that very second.

Z slowly released my hand. I was about to sigh in relief. I shifted my leg, ready to move it off of him.

And then he put his hand on my thigh.

Holy fucking shit, I might have squeaked or something in shock. His hand was right there over my jeans, right on the top of my leg, right above my knee. It was a firm hold, not a grab. But it felt a little possessive.

I turned around again to look at him, but his face was expressionless. He just raised an eyebrow, as if he was wondering why I was staring at him like that.

And then slowly, his hand moved up my leg. I gasped reflexively and quickly turned my head to look at my boyfriend on my other side. Thank the alcohol or my friends, but he still hadn’t noticed his suitemate groping his girlfriend’s thigh right in front of him. Z’s hand moved up, and up, until it was on my inner thigh, centimeters from my pussy. If he had simply reached his fingers slightly to the right, he would have touched it. I was holding my breath the entire time, scared but excited for what he might do.

But then more people came into the room, and dragged Z away to have another drink. His hand flew off my thigh, and that was the end of that. He ended up going with another Asian girl back to her place, which was quite unusual for a man who usually only fucked tall blondes. Guess she couldn’t replace me though, because later he told me he just “couldn’t get into it” and that she was a bad kisser. Ha.

But that’s not all, folks. Later that week we had my grad party in my boyfriend and Z’s suite. Z, once again, had many, many drinks. However, I was only mildly tipsy this time. Z collapsed on the couch again, and I went to go check on him.

“God, I’m gonna miss you so much,” he told me, drunkenly staring up at me with a gaze I can only describe as mushy. “I’ve never really had friends who are girls. Or friends who understand me like you. You’re just so great to talk to. I’m not sure if I’ll ever find a girl who gets me like that.”

“Don’t worry. You’re an amazing guy, you will.” I stroke his shoulder gently to try and comfort him, “You just need to open up more. Drop the tough gym bro exterior.”

“I guess so.”

It’s then I notice that he’s looking at me…like THAT. I realize that somehow, during that entire exchange, we had gotten really close together. I could see all the angles of his jaw and the soft curve of his mouth in the dim colored lights.

Z’s eyes flickered to my lips slowly. He took a deep breath, and I was so close I could feel the exhale on my face. Holy shit. I can’t just kiss the most attractive man I’ve ever met right here in public, a few feet away from my boyfriend. I can’t. But somehow, my body wouldn’t move. I was frozen. My brain played flashes of my mouth against his and my hands brushing against the stubble on his cheek. I wondered what it would feel like being pinned down by his huge, muscular arms. I bet he could throw me around like a ragdoll.

No, no, no, I can’t. I can’t do this.

I pulled away, feeling like I was resurfacing from the ocean after nearly drowning. I flashed Z an awkward smile as the lusty fog seemed to clear from his eyes as well. He looked guiltily over at my boyfriend. “Sorry,” he murmured, getting up quickly and downing another shot.

I told my boyfriend everything the next day, including my prior attraction to Z. He was surprisingly chill about it and said he couldn’t blame me. He also chalked Z’s behavior all up to the alcohol and his emotions being at a high, knowing that I’d be leaving soon.

Z and I are still close. I’m very grateful for his friendship, and still consider him one of those once in a lifetime bros. I think we are both over wanting to fuck each other. For now.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/sjon5y/my_best_friends_last_hurrah_before_my_graduation