Fucking my girlfriend’s insanely competitive best friend [MF]

I didn’t think I’d write this particular story, and didn’t really think of this even being a series of stories, but I’ve been asked about a follow up to one of my previous ones a few times, so here we go…

Before we get too stuck in, obvious things out of the way first. Yes, this is a real story. Yes the names are changed to protect identities. No I won’t send you any pictures of the women in question. And yes, although real, I’ve had to take some artistic license as this was many years ago and there’s no way I could remember conversations verbatim. That said, I can rather vividly remember the details you’re here for and I will happily describe them to you. Said details will start after the:

———————————————————————————-

FYI, the previous story is: [The time my girlfriend’s best friend watched me fuck her senseless](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/tcn2jo/the_time_my_girlfriends_best_friend_watched_me/)

Now obviously I know you’re going to go read that story right now and come back to this one appropriately built up and spoiler-free so you don’t go into it in the dark, however I thought I’d give you the **TLDR** of it anyway:

**I fucked my first real girlfriend from behind whilst her best friend watched me doing so from the sofa next to us. Never confirmed it but pretty sure she was playing with herself whilst taking in this visual and she definitely enjoyed the show we put on.**

Now in that story, I was in my early 20s and in a relationship with a girl called Jane. She had a best friend, Amy, who is the focal point of this story, which takes place several years later.

The thing you have to know about Amy is that she was always on the wilder side. This was very contrasting to my then-girlfriend Jane who was quite conservative (apart from when she was drunk). Because of that, I was always intrigued by her when I was in a relationship with Jane and whilst I never would have cheated on her, I couldn’t help but imagine what Amy would get up to. If, as an inexperienced teenage lad, you’d been told about your more conservative girlfriend’s best friend’s habits of enjoying anal sex, experimenting with toys, women and multiple partners then, trust me, you would be intrigued too!

To describe her (just in case you haven’t actually gone back and read the prelude), Amy was definitely what you would call “alternative”, very much an emo/scene kinda girl – think ‘Suicide Girls’ but not on the extreme side. When I knew her the first time round, she must have tried most of the hair colours she could. One week it would be neon pink, the next it was a shade of green and no matter what colour it was, it always contrasted quite heavily to the whitest complexion you’ve seen. She had multiple tattoos that were visible and plenty more than were not. Same goes for piercings. At first, I noticed her ears, nose, lip and tongue were all pierced. By the end of this story, I noticed plenty more. She was also a very small and dainty girl in just about every aspect. She barely weighed much and was skinny but not *too* skinny, barely over 5ft tall and had B-cup breasts. I wouldn’t usually include a picture in my stories but if you want a Suicide Girl to compare her to, [try this](https://ilarge.lisimg.com/image/5881335/800full-mendacia-suicide.jpg).

After Jane and I split up (this isn’t a cheating story), naturally I didn’t talk to any of her friends. Especially not her best friend. We went our separate ways and, given the fact that we lived in separate cities anyway, I never saw any of them again, until…

Flashforward multiple years later and I’m in a new city, a new job and doing alright for myself. My job at the time required me to travel around the UK every so often and on one particular Friday, I found myself in Manchester at an event with a few colleagues. After a long day, we all wanted to unwind with a few drinks at a local bar and, together with a few new friends from the event, that’s exactly what we did.

After a couple of hours of cocktails, a bit of food and good chat, a couple of the guys wanted to call it a night. As I’d decided I wanted to explore Manchester (pretty much doing a tour of Manchester United’s football ground) a little the next day I knew I was staying the night at a hotel and wasn’t in any rush. We ordered more drinks and it was around this time that Nathan, one of the guys I worked with, nudged me, pointing in the direction of the bar and said, “I swear that girl keeps looking at you man.”

I glanced over and squinted trying to make her out. I couldn’t really tell who he meant until I caught a glance back at me from one of the women. People will say these sorts of things (“she’s checking you out!” or “I think she likes you.”) but I’d never really believe them. That was, at least, until I caught a second look over at me within a minute. And then another. Shit, maybe Nathan was right.

Wearing what I could only describe as a “little black dress” and showing ample leg, I did find her immediately attractive. On top of that, she looked so familiar (as did her tattoos on show) but I could not place her, and being a person on the more reserved side (at least, back then) I didn’t go to approach her. I did keep looking back at her though and I’d catch her eye often whilst Nathan was chatting some bollocks about work that I’d stopped paying attention to. Eventually she had clearly decided enough was enough and ventured in my direction.

“Hi Ben!” she said enthusiastically. Well, she definitely knew me then!

“Hello?” I replied inquisitively, thinking to myself, ‘OK, I do know her… Shit, what’s her name? Where do I know her from?’

Being a mind reader she immediately said, “You can’t remember me, can you?”

Busted. No I couldn’t. All I could muster was a confused look and an “Erm…”

“It’s Amy! I don’t blame you to be honest, I look quite a bit different to when you last saw me.”

Ok now it was coming back to me! And she was right, she did look quite a bit different. Her hair wasn’t dyed any crazy colour, instead it was a more “normal” colour I guess you could say, like a mousy brown – presumably her natural colour. Her complexion had also changed colour and there was definitely a hint of tan in there now. Her nose and lip piercings had disappeared and she’d dialled down the number of piercings in her ears. She was also not dressed like she used to be, and was less punk/emo/scene girl and more “young adult”. Like she’d kind of grown up… or gone through one of those makeover shows. One of the two. It suited her well.

“Ahh, hi!” I managed to respond after things had clicked into place, “You look great! Erm, how you doing?”

She smiled at me and told me she was doing great, glad it was Friday and the usual small talk Brits seem to manage in pubs and clubs.

At one point I said, “I’m surprised you recognised me actually, I think I’ve changed quite a bit too.”

“Not too much I hope…” she said with a smirk.

I think all of the changes I went through in the last few years were good ones though. I’d gotten rid of the long hair, opting for a short back and sides. I was no longer skinny as I’d found the gym since splitting with Jane. As with a lot of men’s reactions to breakups, mine was no different and I was eager to make a difference by lifting weights frequently. I’d packed on about 20kg and was in the best shape I’d been. And crucially I’d also gained confidence, having managed a few good experiences with women, some of which you can read in my post history should you dare.

Amazingly, as awkward as that first interaction was, the rest of the conversation wasn’t weird at all. It kind of flowed nicely and by the time Nathan and the others decided it was time to go home, I was comfortable enough staying with her. She told me how she’d moved to Manchester for a job after finishing her journalism degree at uni, started working for a fashion magazine from what I remember. She’d dropped the emo look a couple of years back, saying she thought it was time. I told her it was a shame as I always kind of had a thing for emo girls when I was younger. She was single and lived with a friend in a city centre flat, something she could only really afford because of some inheritance money. Why do you always remember the weirdest details, ey?

She was still friends with my ex, though maybe just not besties anymore because of living further apart. So inevitably Jane came up in conversation.

“Sorry that Jane dumped you.” she said, placing a hand on my knee.

“Is that what she told you?!” I incredulously replied, “It was more that she became too much of a bitch for us to be able to keep the relationship going.”

I apologised for speaking ill of her but it was the truth. And in a way, she kind of did dump me to be honest. She once told me how she was too cowardly to be the one to break up with some of her exes before me, instead electing to let the relationship implode through her actions. Pretty sure that’s what she did with me too. She had some form.

I was probably too taken aback from the comment, and going through the motions in my head, to have noticed Amy’s wandering hand first, but as I let the bit of rage subside (Jane was my first proper girlfriend and the breakup did stay with me for a little bit), I finally felt it. She squeezed my thigh and started rubbing her hand up and down real slow.

I was a little bit in disbelief. Partly because I wasn’t getting a load of attention at that particular time and partly because this wasn’t someone I ever thought would be interested in me. All of a sudden I saw Amy as a person in her own right and not just “Jane’s best friend”. And Amy… Well Amy was hot. Where I wouldn’t have thought it before, dismissing her as just an extension of my ex-girlfriend, I was now admiring her green eyes, the way she bit her lip whilst she talked to me, the subtle curves on her small frame. I was getting turned on and I could feel my my jeans getting tighter right there in the middle of the bar.

Amy could clearly sense it and she definitely felt the atmosphere shift too. Her hand got firmer on my leg and she made the effort to slide it further up. She shuffled a little closer to me. Now if you thought I was in disbelief that a girl at a bar was checking me out, you can be damn well sure I was also not immediately reading these signs. Instead my inner dialogue was telling me “This surely is not happening. Amy wouldn’t do that.”

Yet, she definitely was. She was looking at me with puppy-dog-eyes and hanging onto each word I was saying, even if it was bitching about her best friend. At least my dick was reading the signs and reacting accordingly.

I decided to wrap up that conversation… “Anyway, that’s all in the past.”

“Yeah I think it was long enough ago…”

I was genuinely a little taken aback by this comment. “Oh?” I replied, “for what?”

Although I was older than Amy by a few years, she was definitely the more mature one.

“For this.” she said and leaned in to kiss me. Her tongue darted in my mouth and I instinctively responded with my own. It was slow and tender, delicate almost but most-definitely still passionate making out. It lasted only seconds but felt like longer as though in slow motion. Turns out she kept the tongue piercing.

When our lips separated, she was giving me a very sultry look. The only thing I could think to say was, “Well, I was not expecting that to happen today.”

This was definitely a wrong yet right feeling I was getting. Though we were both single and doing nothing wrong, it felt quite taboo. Probably more of a wrong on Amy’s behalf than mine, given she was still friends with my ex. At the same time, it felt incredibly exciting. I was *very* turned on now.

“Jane was right, you are a good kisser.”

Is it even more wrong that she said this?!

Ok, I’d found some confidence in this situation now… “I wonder what else she may have been right about?”

That was a loaded comment from me. I know sometimes girls talk (so do guys to be fair) and sex stories about partners do come up. I was well aware that Jane had mentioned some of our antics in the bedroom, so I was under no illusion that Amy would know a thing or two about me in that department. But Jane had also told me plenty of Amy’s dirty past too and just how much of a “slut she was” – her words, not mine.

“I guess we’ll have to find out” was her reply. Amy had the biggest smirk on her face and it was infectious as I beamed right back at her.

From here we played the night out. It was a typical “boy-meets-girl on a night out” situation. We got in some more drinks, we made out some more, flirted some more, got a little more heavy handed and got yet more drinks. Her friends decided to move on to another bar and we both ended up going too. I was stood there like a little bit of a spare part – you know, when you’re there like, “Hi, so I’m part of your group now as I’ve just making out with your friend all night and we’re probably going to fuck after this.”

We didn’t stay long though. Clearly the drink and the horniness had gotten to us and we made our exit. Amy’s city centre apartment wasn’t far and actually closer than my hotel so we decided that’s where we were headed. The “my flatmate is away for the night” also sealed it. We kissed some more in the back seat of the taxi and did a little extra to make the driver feel slightly uncomfortable.

———————————————————————————-

She led me to her flat and once inside we ended up in her kitchen/living room with a beer each. We sat on the couch and chatted a little while longer before lust took over. Somehow she’d ended up sat in my lap and we were kissing hard once again. Before I knew it, her dress was hoicked up around her waist exposing her lacy red underwear, which I then promptly pushed to one side as I slid one finger against her opening. I pushed my hand downwards and curled a finger up inside her. At that, she pulled her lips away from mine and said to me, “I wouldn’t normally do this…”

I looked at her deadpan and said, “Yes, you would.”

It’s as if they were some sort of magic words and she clenched around my finger and moaned.

“Yes I would.”

I gave a look that told her I appreciated the honesty and went back to a rather furious make out. I continued to move my finger inside her before opting to add a second one. The angle was getting a little difficult though, so I laid her down on the couch, clambering on top of her but holding my fingers inside. I kissed down what bits of her body were exposed until I was knelt on the floor.

This was a much better position, allowing me to kiss her inner thigh all the way to the top. I pushed her panties further to one side, exposing her pussy entirely. This is where I found the first of her hidden piercings. Amy’s clit was pierced – specifically the hood with a barbell piercing. I’d never come across this before but I wasn’t at all deterred and immediately went in with a flick of the tongue. This was a completely new sensation to me, feeling the cold metal ball together with the wet warmth of Amy. She moaned in response to my tongue flicking and my fingers moving inside her.

I clasped my mouth over her engorged clit and continued to stroke her from the inside whilst applying plenty of suction at the same time. Soon her legs were juddering and her moans were becoming more frequent. After a minute or so she managed to utter the words, “Don’t stop.”

I know when a woman says these words, she means it. Take note people, when you hear this, you do as you’re told and don’t change anything. And so I maintained my rhythm with my fingers and the pressure of my mouth until she said it again…

“Oh god, don’t stop.”

My fingers continued to curl up inside her, only threatening to be derailed by her squirming and clenching. Her stomach was going up and down as her breathing became heavier and heavier. She moaned out again and then…

“Yes. Yes. Yes! Don’t fucking stop.”

And just like I said, I did as I was told and did not fucking stop. Amy arched herself further into me and came all over my fingers, pushing them out of her. I kept my mouth firmly planted over her clit, her piercing bouncing off my tongue as her orgasm persisted and she thrashed in pleasure. I pulled my lips away from her delicately, and after what felt like a few minutes worth of comedown, she was able to recompose herself.

I looked up at her, giddy, with a huge grin on my face. Looking back down at me, giggling, she said, “Wow. Jane definitely never mentioned anything about that.”

Were we in competition with my ex now or something? It sure felt that way, like Amy was trying to outdo her. She had mentioned her just enough that it was becoming somewhat of a turn on and had not crossed a line into being weird – perhaps was walking that line though.

“Jane never let me do that.” (It was true, she really didn’t like the idea of men going down on her. Her loss.)

Amy looked at me with that look teenagers give you when you try to say something cool but to them it’s just yet another thing that’s the most embarrassing thing ever.

“I think I’m about to let you do plenty of things Jane wouldn’t then.” she said, taking me by the hand and helping me to stand. Fuck me, what a sentence to hear. I could have blown at that alone. She adjusted her dress back down and then led me to her bedroom. Within seconds of closing the door behind us, we were making out again and she was grabbing my crotch, feeling just how hard she had made me. She even licked my face, lapping up some of the wetness she’d left behind from moments earlier.

“Mmm, fuck. Let’s get him out shall we?”

Who am I to deny such a request. She unzipped my jeans whilst I helped get my belt undone. My cock quite literally sprung free when she tugged my boxers down. It needed to be released about three hours earlier so at this point, it was already solid and ready for her. She took the shaft in one hand and looked at me with a look that I can only describe as one part surprised, one part cheeky, one part hungry.

Now I cannot lie, from this point onwards, I was under Amy’s spell. This was definitely a case of “she fucks him” and it is no underestimation to say that *she* definitely fucked *me* that night. She embodied confidence in a woman, knew what she wanted and how to get it. And that night, she wanted me.

She proceeded to give me one of, if not *the*, sloppiest blowjob I’ve ever had. Holding the bottom of my shaft firm, she took in the head and started bobbing up and down my cock, coating it in saliva. Her tongue stud against my head was a new sensation I wasn’t going to forget in a hurry. The steel ball combined with her warm tongue felt amazing.

When she popped it out of her mouth (with a literal audible “pop” sound) she then spat on it and used her hand to spread her spit around. She steadily stroked me, making sure to leave no inch uncovered and continued to add fresh spit frequently. She had rendered me only able to admire her from above and occasionally get a few shaky sentences out, like…

“Oh my God.”

“Fuck me, you’re good at that.”

“That feels amazing.”

Every time I glanced down it felt like her eyes were looking right back at me. She maintained eye contact beautifully and just thinking about it makes me twitch now.

Impressively, she started undressing whilst focusing on my pleasure. She slinked her dress down to the floor, without letting go, leaving her sucking my cock in her red lingerie. I undid the buttons on my shirt and took it off, really trying to concentrate on undressing in an attempt to halt my orgasm. Her mouth felt heavenly and I wouldn’t last much longer.

She must have sensed this as she switched attention to my balls, cupping them firmly and taking one in her mouth with some light suction, now only lightly holding my shaft and wanking it steadily. Then it was back to using her mouth again. She made a perfect “o” shape and enveloped my cock, pushing it to the back of her mouth. She pulled it out and did it again. Then again. Then again a little deeper. And deeper still on the next pass, making a a “glug” sound. Fuck, she was getting far down now. The sight of her struggling was intense.

One thing I remembered from meeting Amy the first time round was her competitive nature and she brought that out here. She really wanted to deepthroat me. I’m happy to say she succeeded. My God she succeeded. I was really trying my best not to cum too quickly but everything was against me. I tried looking elsewhere around the room but I only found Amy’s full length mirror behind her and my eyes were drawn to her ass, looking so perfectly round and enveloping her thong. I couldn’t also not notice yet more piercings – she had these back dimple stud things. It was if everywhere I looked in an attempt not to cum, there was something there ready to make the opposite happen.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum Amy.”

She came up for air, gasping, leaving a trail of spit connecting her mouth to my cock. Her eyes were watering but I could still see the determination behind them.

“Yes, Ben, cum for me.”

She ran her hands up my legs and grabbed my arse, sinking her nails in and taking me inside her mouth again. There was that same hunger from before.

I ran my fingers through her hair as she took a mouthful of cock deep in her throat once more.

“Oh my fucking god.” I yelled out. I could feel the back of her mouth and my cock started erupting, releasing literal jets of cum. The first couple can’t have touched the sides and went straight down her throat.

“Fuckkkkk.” I moaned as the orgasm persisted.

A few more streams of cum filled her mouth as she continued to suck. My cock kept pulsating in her mouth as my orgasm subsided. Amy kept a tight seal, not wanting to miss a drop. She only pulled her mouth away when she was certain she’d swallowed it all.

I kind of slumped against her door, trying to catch my breath and she just looked up at me. We probably each basked in the moment for a minute or two. We hadn’t even made it more than a foot into her bedroom and I’d came down her throat. My jeans were still around my feet!

I needed to process the last hour or so of the evening as it was all quite surreal. I don’t know what compelled me to say this but I asked, “Is doing this a bit wrong?”

I know, I know… *Ben, you fucking idiot* I hear you say.

Amy was still on her knees and I was basically cockblocking myself. She looked at me with a hint of confusion before she replied.

“Maybe…” she said, “… but maybe that’s what makes it more fun.”

She stood up, took my semi-hard cock in her hand and led me by it to her bed to continue the evening.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/uqg4iv/fucking_my_girlfriends_insanely_competitive_best

27 comments

  1. Holy fuck Batman, keep going.

    You have a fantastic way with words.

  2. Great story. Like that she takes the lead getting things going.

Comments are closed.