I [M] “came out” as straight to my friends [FFF] Pt 3

Once upon a time, all of my friends thought that I was gay, and now they were learning that I absolutely wasn’t.

It was a great time to be me. The last time I updated you, I told you about how I started hooking up with Clara. We’d kept it up, not really making it a secret that we were fucking. Phoebe wasn’t taking this particularly well, but Clara was keeping me happy, so I didn’t particularly care.

*I’d made whatever apologies I could for our first encounter – the rest was on her.*

Anyways, one night few weeks later, I was working hard on my final project on campus when Chelsea came to see me. Chels was a classic punkish liberal-arts lady: she wore her strawberry blonde hair straight and long, and usually pouring out of a toque. Nose ring? Check. Heavy eyeliner? Check. Classic Rage against the Machine shirts? Checkeroni.

“Dude, I’m so fucking bored,” Chelsea said, leaning against the door to the glorified closet I was working in. “How goes the work?”

“I’m going in circles,” I replied, rubbing my eyes. “I swear I’m going to dream of this stuff tonight.”

“If Clara doesn’t keep you awake, you mean.”

I grimaced. While it wasn’t a secret by any means, I also didn’t want it to become A Thing. “She’s busy tonight, actually. I think she’s hanging out with Phoebe.”

Chelsea yawned and looked at her watch. Because of course she also wore a watch. “Wanna get out of here and smoke a bowl or few, then?”

This wasn’t a super uncommon thing for Chelsea and me to do, and so at the time I thought nothing of the invitation. We got back to her place and Chelsea packed and lit up her bong, taking a long drag before passing it on to me. I basically only smoked with her, so I was a bit of a lightweight and constantly coughing, which Chelsea also teased me for.

We were just hanging out, getting high, and shooting the shit together. Nothing was going to happen, right???

*How did I not see this coming??*

We’d both gotten high as tits when Chelsea asked me if I liked fucking Clara. “Cuz she likes fucking you,” she said.

“Clara said that?” I asked. Everything was fuzzy and I felt like I just wanted to relaaaaax. “Jesus, do you people talk about anything else besides my dick?”

“We have a book club,” Chelsea replied. “Can I see it?”

“See what?”

“C’mon man,” Chelsea said, exhaling right in my face. “You know what we’re talking about.”

I shrugged and pulled my dick out. It wasn’t hard or anything – yet – and so it looked less impressive than it usually does. “Maybe you can help with this?” I suggested, finally catching on.

Chelsea grinned at me and pulled up her shirt. Chelsea had big boobs – this I knew – but I was unprepared for how amazing of a rack she had underneath her shirt. These things were like DDs, and one of her nipples was pierced through. She had light freckles everywhere, scattered across her super-pale skin.

*That did the trick.*

“I want to touch it,” Chelsea said, looking down at my hardening member. I nodded at her and she took another toke before leaning over to me. She grabbed the front of my shirt and pulled me into her, kissing me and blowing the smoke into my mouth. At the same time, her other hand reached down and firmly grabbed my dick.

Her lips were soft and inviting – her grip on my cock was not.

My head was absolutely spinning now. I reached out and caressed one of Chels’ tits. She bit her lip at me, her eyes wide with yearning. I kissed her again, and she kissed me back.

Her hand started to move on me, rubbing me. My cock started to throb under the attention. My hand was playing with her piercing, eliciting moans from both of us. I tugged a bit harder on it – she bit my lip and yanked at me harder.

She knelt in front of me properly, drooling on my cock and working it with both hands. She looked up at me, grinning. Her pupils were huge – we were both really high.

*Chelsea always knew where to get the Good Stuff.*

My whole body felt fuzzy and the room was spinning a little. I was being overwhelmed by the senses of feeling Chelsea jack me off. “I want to fuck you,” I murmured. “I want to fuck you so fucking badly, but I don’t know if I can handle it.”

“I’ll go slow,” Chelsea replied, turning away from me and presenting her ass. I was sitting on the floor, leaning up against her bed frame; she sidled back so that she was on top of me, and I helped guide her down onto me. She slooooowly grinded her way down my dick, folding herself into me, pressing against me so that we were basically spooning while sitting up.

My head was spinning and I swear I was seeing things, lights flashing a bit in front of my eyes. I noticed for the first time – how had I not noticed this before? – that Chelsea had a back tattoo of a hummingbird hovering around a salvia plant.

*No, I didn’t know what kind of plant it was at the time. I asked later.*

My hands were gripping everything they could reach. At one point my hand got tangled in her hair and she snarled at me. When I hurried to free myself, Chelsea whimpered: “But that felt good!” So I grabbed her hair again, giving it a little tug for good measure.

“Mmmmmmmmm, I love feeling you inside me,” she murmured. “Am I being a good girl for you?”

“You’re being such a good girl,” I replied, reaching around and grabbing one of her tits. “Am I taking care of your pussy?”

*This is how I remember it, but in reality we were probably a lot less coherent and a lot closer to “Fuck – inside of me… Good girl?” “Good girl, pussy good?” “Pussy fucking good.”*

I spanked her and she started moving faster. I spanked her again because I liked it, and she sped up again.

“Give it to me, baby! I want your fucking dick!”

“Your pussy feels so fucking good!”

I couldn’t handle it at all and I released myself deep within her. I grabbed her around her hips and held her down on me, pushing myself as deep as I could go. She flopped backwards against me, gasping for breath.

“I was so fucking close,” Chelsea whined. I couldn’t have that at all, so my fingers explored around her until I reached her clit. Still deep inside her, I started rubbing it with my fingertips, changing pressure until I felt her shudder.

“Just like that?” She moaned in response, which I took as “Yes.”

My hand was dangerously close to cramping when she came on me.

“That was good?” I asked.

“Yeah, that was fucking good.”

I turned her head enough so I could kiss her. “Thanks for the weed,” I said.

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I stayed the night at Chelsea’s, and when I left the next morning – sober, tired, but very happy with myself – I had a few texts from Clara from the night before:

“Went 2 workroom to find / fuck you. Where’d you go?”

“I miss ur dick. Hanging with Pheebs now!”

“B, I think we need to talk. Phoebe is mad.”

*Fuck.*

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You can find [Part 1 here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/usk8zg/i_m_came_out_as_straight_to_my_friends_fff_pt_1/), and [Part 2 here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/utaoo1/i_m_came_out_as_straight_to_my_friends_fff_pt_2/).

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