This happened a long long time ago but I was still very much in a relationship with my, now, husband. Although we weren’t engaged back then.
I was in university and my immediate friend circle lived in the same building as me. One of our friends, this guy, had the biggest fucking house. Idk why or how, but somehow he just got the big one and that’s where we used to hang out alot.
So one night after chilling and coming back to mine, me being the night owl that I am just couldn’t sleep and I knew he was up too. I texted him asking him if he needed to smoke and he agreed. So instead of heading out to the smoking area, I went over to his place. (They were all non-smoking properties essentially)
One smoke became two and then three and eventually we just laid in bed and talked. It must’ve been for a whole hour but eventually we started getting ready to say goodnight. So as I’m about to get off the bed to say bye, he takes his shirt off and I’m just standing there gawking.
Lemme describe him a little, he’s a decent 5’10 with thick curly hair and a well groomed face. His long hair and short stubble complimented him. To make it even better, his taste in music and movies matched mine. But here’s the kicker, he had the most amazingly chiseled body I had seen. Or maybe I just didn’t expect it.
Once I was done staring, we hugged and I realised I’m not wearing a bra. So my heavy fucking tits were squishing his chest and I could feel how warm he was. He could probably feel my nipples poking into his skin. We just stood there, his lips inches away from my neck and my falling more him since I was on my tippy toes. I could feel his cock getting harder against my stomach. But there we were just quiet, the hug getting more intense.
I pulled away and decided to walk out. But there I was, stood at his door.
“Are you sure you’re not gonna stay the night” he called out to me “I have to warn you though, I sleep naked”.
I was blushing as I stood there wondering if I should. I almost did. I was needy and wet and my mind was running miles a minute.
“I should go” it was barely whisper but loud enough. “Yes, you should. But will you?” He asked me.
And with that I shut the door and left. He texted me saying he needs me and pleaded me to come back. But my rational mind took control.
We are still friends to this date but we never spoke about this again. Still makes me wonder… what if I stayed.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/u1lkky/my_what_if_moment_fm_long_post