I [M] “came out” as straight to my friends [FFF] Pt 4

*I know this is a lot of build up but it’s worth it, I swear. The sexy stuff is after the — if you want to skip ahead.*

Once upon a time, I was finally about to seal the deal with a friend.

So far I’ve told you stories about how my friend Phoebe was blowing me when I accidentally came in her mouth (she did not like that – it was not Her Thing). Then I started hooking up with my friend Clara. Then I slept with my friend Chelsea.

*We had an incestuous little group.*

I had assumed that all of this was above-board. After all, apparently all three were talking about me and my dick amongst themselves, anyways. Just a few weeks before, all three of them had thought that I was gay because I hadn’t shown any interest in them. Now that they knew that I wasn’t, I thought that they were all just making up for lost time.

But one morning I woke up to a text from Clara: “B, I think we need to talk. Phoebe is mad.”

*That’s the last kind of text you want to receive, right?*

We grabbed a coffee. Clara had some bad news. “I thought Phoebe knew we were hooking up,” she said. “She didn’t. And she’s not really happy about that. Something about me stealing her dick, or whatever.” Clara rolled her eyes. “I told her nothing was stopping her, but that didn’t take.”

“That’s not fair,” I said. “If she doesn’t want to have sex with me, then she doesn’t want to have sex with me.”

“Do you still want to fuck her?”

I stared into Clara’s green eyes. Clara was great – and her enthusiasm was fantastic – but she wasn’t Phoebe. “Yes, I would,” I replied. “What does that mean?”

Clara sighed and stared at her coffee. “It means we probably shouldn’t fuck again until after you figure things out with Phoebe.”

I also stared at my coffee. “Yeah, I figured.”

I will say, we as a group did a good job of compartmentalizing. You have to remember, we were legitimate friends before this. We did movie nights. We hung out in class. We did pub trivia (our team name was usually either the Orville Triviabachers or the Jeff Goldblum Trivia Club – we were terrible). So what if all three of them had now seen my dick? We just weren’t going to mention that and everything would be normal again.

*Besides, from how they talked about each other I was pretty sure they had all seen each other naked, too.*

And weirdly, despite both Clara and Chelsea confirming that Phoebe was still mad at me, it really didn’t seem like she was! “It’s cuz she wants you, dumbass,” Clara texted me. “I promise, if fucking you wouldn’t break our friendship, I’d be summoning you over right now.”

Despite Clara’s assurances, it seemed like Phoebe was also avoiding being alone with me. But she couldn’t avoid me forever, and eventually we were stuck cleaning up at the end of a kegger.

“I’m still mad at you,” Phoebe said in the way she had that said she wasn’t actually mad at you.

I bumped her shoulder and gave her my biggest smile. “How can I make it up to you?”

She bumped me back. “… I can think of a few ways.”

*Fuck. Yes. Turning this boat around.*

So, I want to be clear. If you couldn’t tell from the above snippet of conversation, Phoebe and I had a will-they-won’t-they dynamic for basically our entire friendship. And in my opinion, it was more of a when-they situation.

*I’d wanted to fuck my other friends – I’d needed to fuck Phoebe.*

And who could blame me? Pheebs had it all: a great rack, great ass, dimples for days. Olive skin, dark hair that she liked me pulling. She was tall. She had a great O-face. She was flexible (yoga retreats were Her Thing), and most importantly, we just meshed. We worked well together. We complimented each other’s strengths.

All of this to say, I was very happy when the kegger was over and Phoebe walked me back to her place.

—

Phoebe went to pour us some wine. I came up behind her and grabbed her, burying my face in the crook of her neck, grinding into her so that she could feel how excited I was. She wriggled her ass back against me. But then she turned around with a mischievous look in her eyes.

“I am still mad at you,” she said.

“Sure you are,” I replied, moving in to kiss her. She raised her hand and covered my mouth.

“I mean it,” she said. “You need to make it up to me.”

“And how will I do that?”

Phoebe grabbed the front of my shirt and led me into her bedroom. “Lie down.” I followed her directions. She reached into a drawer and brought out some long lengths of silky ribbon…

*Oh boy.*

“Are those for you or for me?” I asked.

Phoebe grinned. “For you, silly.”

*Oh. Boy.*

She fastened me in so I was spread eagled on her bed, stripped down and lying there. And then she left, winking at me and sidling out of the room.

She left me there for what could have been minutes, or days, or weeks. I had nothing to do, nothing to stop me wondering what on earth Phoebe was going to do to me. I was 90% sure she wasn’t actually mad, that she was also looking forward to this. But I wasn’t entirely sure.

Phoebe appeared in the doorway. She was wearing a see-through robe over top of some VERY pretty, very intricate lingerie. She’d teased her hair out and put on some seriously red lipstick. The only lights in the room were those Pinterest-y string lights – they dimly lit the space and gave it atmosphere. She looked a bit like a 90’s sex-goddess.

*I’m pretty sure my heart stopped.*

She crawled on top of me and I immediately started straining against the ties. I wanted to touch her, to feel her…

She noticed. “Shhhh, stop it,” she said. “All things in good time.”

She started by kissing me. Then she started to work her way down my body oh-so-slowly. By the time she got to my neck I was gasping. By the time she made it to my chest I was bucking a little. By the time she got to my belly I was losing my goddamn mind.

“You deserve this,” she whispered to me, her head below my chest. She reached down and grabbed my rock-hard cock. “I was so excited to be a little slut for you. But then you kept me waiting for it. So I’m going to make you wait for this pussy.”

“Oh fuck,” I murmured, not even caring that this was a warped version of what happened.

That brought her back up to whisper in my ear. “Do you want this pussy? It feels so nice and wet, I bet your cock would feel nice inside of it.”

“Phoebe, I need to fuck you right now,” I told her. “I feel like I’m about to explode.”

At this she pulled away from me completely. She sat beside me, hand casually holding my cock, regarding me with a twisted interest. “So?”

By this point I was having trouble concentrating I was so turned on. “So?” I repeated.

“So what? Why should you get to fuck me? Because you want to?”

*Jesus fucking Christ in a handbasket.*

“Because I’ll make you feel so good! Whatever you want, I’ll do it.”

She leaned into me. “Will you eat my pussy?”

“Yes.”

“Will you spank me hard while you fuck me?”

“Yes.”

She was so close to me now, whispering again. “Will you turn me into your little slut?”

I’m pretty sure I literally saw the stars, the moon, and Europa flash before my eyes. “Whatever you want, Phoebe. I want you to be my little slut so badly.”

She planted a smooch on my cheek – later I saw that she left quite a mark of red lipstick.

And then she freed me.

—

The next however-long-it-was passed by in a blur. I was so pent up I remember I instantly launched myself at her. My hands groped everything they could reach, remembering how her ass felt, how her tits felt, exploring her curves…

I made my way behind her. Her panties flew off. I spanked her and called her a whore and pushed her down into the bed. She shrieked as I plunged into her but asked me not to stop…

I came so fucking quickly. I filled her pussy up with my cum, then pulled out and watched it ooze down her leg…

I flipped her onto her back and dove down between her legs. Two fingers went inside her slimy pussy. My lips hit her clit. My tongue provided pressure. I felt her back arch against me as she grabbed at my hair and told me that she had missed this since first year, that I was so fucking good at this…

I was hard again so I climbed up on top of her. I folded her legs back so that her ankles were next to her ears. I thrust into her again and again, our bodies clapping together. Phoebe moaned beneath me; her eyes were screwed shut and she was biting her own lip…

“I want that good dick,” Phoebe gasped out. “Give – me – that – good – dick!”

I came again and we collapsed against each other, gasping and panting, each of us covered in a thin film of sweat. We looked at each other – her ass was red from the spanking; my body was covered in red lipstick marks.

I looked at her and she was smiling. “Why the fuck didn’t we do this sooner?” I asked.

I stayed the night.

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[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/usk8zg/i_m_came_out_as_straight_to_my_friends_fff_pt_1/)

[Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/utaoo1/i_m_came_out_as_straight_to_my_friends_fff_pt_2/)

[Part 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/uwansx/i_m_came_out_as_straight_to_my_friends_fff_pt_3/)

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