My best friend made me come hard over a video call first thing in the morning [FM]

*Note: This reddit account is shared between me and my best friend. He’s written a more detailed encounter of* [*the last time we met*](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/up2itw/my_best_friend_and_i_finally_had_sex_after_almost/) *, but to sum it up: a couple months back (after so much pining and desperately waiting), we finally had sex which turned out to be an absolute toe-curling experience for the both of us.*

After realising how sexually compatible the both of us were with each other, needless to say, neither of us wanted to stop. But here’s the bummer – we live in different countries, over 8000 miles apart. And when the winter break came to an end, he had to leave back to continue his graduate studies, leaving us with a maddening time difference of 9.5 hours again.

We’ve done our best to make up for the absence of physical touch (both before and after our little rendezvous) with lots of sexting, nudes and what not. And honestly, if you ask me, the distance between us only encouraged us to keep finding new ways to keep our sex lives interesting.

But though we were no strangers to this setup, it often meant being up at very odd hours to talk to each other. I’ve lost count of the number of times I’ve woken up in the middle of the night to his text messages describing the different ways he wishes he could have me – which almost surely followed up with sexting and coming hard all over my fingers imagining his cock.

It was one of these odd such hours, a very early morning, that I woke up to the sound of my phone’s ringtone. I didn’t really have to check the caller ID to know who it was. I *knew* it was him. I picked up and said hello, my voice coming out half-asleep.

“Did I wake you?” he asked. *Yeah, no shit.*

I’d call it a best friend privilege for not hanging up *(I was not an early bird),* but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t also factoring in how quick he could make me go from zero to absolutely dripping wet sometimes.

“It’s okay, I have an early morning meeting anyway,” I said yawning and rubbing my eyes. I work a 9-5 job as a software engineer at a consulting firm. And having to work with different clients occasionally called for early morning meetings.

“What’s up?” I asked. There was a pause before I heard his voice. “Video call?”

*Well. Inner sex goddess’ curiosity 1. Sleep 0.*

“Mhmm.” I turned on my night lamp near my bed and switched the voice call into a video call. Once my eyes got adjusted to the light, I noticed he was leaning back against the living room couch. He let me know me his flatmate was out and won’t be back until long.

“Cassie isn’t around, I suppose?” I asked jokingly but also not so jokingly.

Cassie was his ex. They went to the same university and she had a habit of dropping by at his place quite often. Did that make me insecure? No. Annoyed? Very much.

“Well, she’s not the one I’m thinking about fucking.” he replied. Though I pretended not to hear him and changed the subject to something rather mundane, I did however deliberately push the sheets off my body and tilted the camera so he had a better view. *Where’s the fun without a little tease.*

My body is petite – 5’1 with small boobs, which I’d like to believe I make up for in the ass department. On that morning I was in my usual night wear – a long t-shirt, panties and no bra. The cold made my nipples visibly poke against the fabric of the t-shirt which I made no effort to hide.

I talked to him lying on my side. Every few seconds I’d shift a little, making my t-shirt inch up – until they were bunched up near my boobs. It didn’t take long till he cut through the conversation. “You do know you’re making it pretty hard to focus on anything but your body, right?”

I smiled. “Am I?” I asked teasingly, pushing my t-shirt higher with my boobs coming into his view. I ran my hand back down till they reached my hips and tugged up the side of my panties, the thin fabric outlining the shape of my pussy.

“Very much. If I haven’t made it clear by now, your body is perfect” he said, which made me slightly blush. I began to trace the tip of my fingers back up – moving from my thighs to my stomach. “…just so fucking perfect,” he said slowly when my fingers reached the curve of my boobs.

His eyes were glued on me. I placed my phone down against a pillow and sat up. I pulled my top over my head and slid both my hands up to cup and squeeze my boobs, rubbing my thumb against the nipple.

His voice was thick with lust when he spoke. “I mean, look at those nipples, so hard like they’re just begging to have my mouth on them,” he said. “I don’t think I would be able to pull away till I’ve left bite marks all over.”

His words made me weak and I started to feel myself get wet. Sexting was one thing, but to actually hear him say the things he wanted to do to me was a whole new level of hotness. *And not very helpful when you’re trying to stay incharge of the teasing.*

One hand still cupping my boobs, I slipped the other between my legs to rub myself over my panties. “You need to take those panties off for me baby,” he said when he’d caught sight of it.

Even though we’d seen each other completely naked multiple times by then, I was still shy when it came to completely undressing over a call. So instead of spreading my legs, I slipped off my panties and lied on on my stomach, with my elbows propped up and ass slightly pushed up.

“*Fuck*,” I heard him mutter under his breath. “You’re reminding me of that little video you sent last night, the one where you bend over…” I loved to get creative with my nudes I sent, showing off my body in different angles – often in a stream of small videos with me stripping and posing, each one with one less piece of clothing than the previous.

“Did you stroke yourself watching it?” I asked.

“How could I not? You have such a spank-able ass,” he said. At this point I took one of my pillows and placed it between my legs. “I will never understand how no one has wanted to fuck it yet.” When I didn’t reply, he continued. “If I were there right now, I would be spreading your ass and eating you out from the back.”

I opened my mouth to say something, only for it to come out as a whimper. Not being to help myself and holding back a moan, I started to move my hips slowly in front of the camera – my pussy grinding against the pillow for some friction.

“That’s right baby, move your hips like you would grind on my face when I have it pressed against your pussy.”

If there was one thing my exes would all agree on, it was how shamelessly loud I was in bed. I gave up any attempt at being quiet and moaned loudly, grinding harder against the pillow. “You’re making me really wet,” I said when I felt the pool of wetness between my legs starting to smear against my thighs.

“Can you show me?” he asked.

When he noticed me hesitate, instead of pushing on it, he held back the camera and let me see the very visible bulge on his sweatpants. He had one of hands slowly rubbing his erection over the pants. “This is the effect you have on me.”

“Can I see your cock?” I asked, my thighs squeezing harder against the pillow.

He pulled down his pants and his cock spring free, standing upright. Holding his cock, he ran his thumb across the tip and started to stroke himself. *Gosh*, I wanted to press my face and drag my tongue all over his cock.

By this point I was too turned on to feel shy or conscious anymore. I sat up and slowly spread my legs in front of the camera. My pussy was visibly wet and exposed in front of him. I ran two of my fingers between my folds and spread them. “Do you see how wet you make me?”

I heard him make a noise that’s somewhere between an *uh huh* and a groan. I smiled, my inner sex goddess getting a little more confident at his loss of words. I licked my fingers and brought them back down to my pussy, slowly inserting my index. His eyes didn’t leave my pussy, watching me finger myself slowly.

“Your pussy is so fucking beautiful,” he said. He was stroking his cock. “I want to lick and taste every inch of it.” I let out a moan and slipped in another finger inside me. When he continued on to describe eating me out – of how he’d spread my pussy and push his tongue in, I lifted my hips a little and started to finger myself faster.

“And you’re such a good girl for letting me watch you,” he said, fully aware of the effect it was going to have on me. I felt my cheeks get warm, suddenly aware of how exposed I was in front of him. But whatever embarrassment came about only seemed to turn me on even more.

“Can I use my vibrator?” I asked coyly. “Only if you let me watch,” he replied back. My small 4 inch silicone vibrator was probably the best purchase I’d made during lockdown. It might not have been a fancy vibrator with 30 different settings, but boy did it get the job done.

I spread my legs a little wider in front of the camera and leaned back into my pillow. I ran the tip of the vibrator against the slit, getting it wet with my juices.

“Are you thinking about my cock rubbing against your pussy, baby?” he asked. I nodded desperately, pressing the vibrator down on my clit.

“Tell me what you want,” he said. “You,” my voice coming out raspy.

“You’re going to have to be a little more specific for me,” he said, a little smile playing at the corner of his lips – he was *clearly* enjoying watching me squirm. I felt my cheeks flare.

“I want to feel your cock inside me,” I admitted, slipping just the tip of my vibrator inside my pussy.

“Push it in all the way,” he instructed. I instantly obliged, pressing my vibrator against my hole and pushing it inside me. I moaned loudly when I felt my pussy stretch around it.

“Fuck. I miss being inside your pussy so much,” he said, stroking himself faster. “Your fucking tight, warm and wet little pussy.” I moaned even louder in response. I felt my orgasm build and I picked up the pace with sliding my vibrator in and out of my pussy.

“Do you want me to fill your tight pussy with all my come?” he asked, knowing how much it would drive me to the edge. “Yes please,” I replied, practically begging. I reached up to squeeze my boobs with my free hand and leaned back.

“Baby, I’m gonna come,” I said breathless between my moans, closing my eyes.

“Be a good girl and come all over my cock,” I heard him say.

That did it. I was instantly pushed off the edge and felt my orgasm rip through my body. When I opened my eyes again, I saw that he had come as well. I watched the both of us catch our breath for a couple of seconds, coming down from our orgasms. My legs went weak and I lied back down on the bed. We caught each other eyes and laughed. “That was *hot*,” I said.

“As always.” He grabbed a couple of tissues from the table near him. “And you made me make a mess too.”

“Don’t worry, A couple more months and I’ll be there to lick and clean it up,” I said teasingly. “Yeah, you might wanna shut up before I start getting hard again,” he said shaking his head.

I smiled, pulling the blanket up. “I wish you were here. I miss you,” I said quietly.

“I miss you too. Just six more months.”

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/uvjr7n/my_best_friend_made_me_come_hard_over_a_video