[MF] [F] A not-quite threeso[m]e with my best [f]riend from college and her friend

The reception to my first story was so positive that I had to find time to write another. This story might not be as hot but it was a much more important encounter for me.

Emma and I met during the first month of our freshman year in college. We were in the same English class and randomly got paired up for a project early on. She was extremely smart in class, which I was really happy about since usually I’m the schmuck who gets stuck doing all the work in a group project. She’s 5’8, with glasses and dirty blonde hair. She always dressed fairly conservatively.

We exchanged numbers and met up the next night in the library. She was shy at first; she always is when meeting new people. A lot of times, she’d be accused of being uptight, but that was never it. We got almost everything done in under an hour. But we were having so much fun that we stayed at the table talking until 2:30 in the morning.

Emma had a boyfriend who went to school nearby, so I knew nothing would happen romantically. But we genuinely enjoyed each other’s company and would hang out all the time. I brought her into my friend group, which she always told me she appreciated because she said she had trouble making friends on her own. During the first of our time in college, I would say we saw each other at least five days a week and texted every day. We knew everything about each other. I became friends with her boyfriend(s) and she tried to be social with the girls I dated. We were never single at the same time in four years. I don’t know what would have happened if we were.

Flash forward to graduation. We both plan on moving to the same city, and we’ve been talking about living together. At the last minute, her company fired someone and move Emma into that role, before she even started. The new role would put her on the west coast. On top of that, she spent two weeks a month in Shanghai (no, she did not speak Mandarin). Between how busy we were with our new career, the geographic distance, and time difference, we fell out of touch, save for the occasional message on our group thread. Years past.

Our five year reunion was approaching and I had just gotten out of a three and a half year relationship that ended poorly, which I won’t go into here. I was excited to hang out with all my old friends. Three days before I leave, I get a text from Emma, my first one in eight months: “Are you going this weekend?” “Yeah,” I quickly replied. “Awesome! Can’t wait to see you!” It made me smile.

It was great to see all my old college friends. We were standing in a circle, drinking and joking and getting everyone caught up on what we’re doing. I feel a tap on my shoulder and Emma is behind me, in jeans and a t-shirt, smiling. We hug.

“Hey,” she said. “It’s great to see you.”

“You, too,” I said.

Emma got a drink and made her rounds. For the rest of the day, we didn’t get to talk too much. We wound up standing apart from each other and the group setting didn’t lend itself well to conversation. That night, we all met up at the local bar, which was packed to the brim with alumni visiting for the reunion. After a few hours, most of my friends were sloshed. I wasn’t, because I had to be careful about mixing alcohol with my allergy medication. And Emma wasn’t because she had a strict policy of one drink every two hours. I’d never seen her drunk.

“How have you been?” I asked her.

“What?” she said.

“How have you been?”

She shook her head.

“HOW HAVE YOU BEEN?” I yelled over the crowd.

“Good,” she said. “I can’t hear anything. Want to go somewhere so we can talk?”

I nodded. “Where are you staying?”

“In a hotel half a mile away. I’m sharing a room with Lauren.” Lauren was Emma’s closest friend who wasn’t in our group. She and I got along well enough but she hated our other friends and the feeling was mutual.

“I’m in an Airbnb with Tom, Nick, and Anthony.”

“Well, they’re about to go back hammered so let’s go back to my hotel.” I agreed. I didn’t think anything of it at the time. We’d spent hundreds of hours alone together before, including in each other’s rooms. “Let me just tell Lauren.”

Emma went to find Lauren while I waited. When she got back, she looked concerned. “What?” I asked.

“Lauren is hooking up with Brian [Last Name].” Brian was notorious in our year for sleeping around. It seemed like half the girls in our grade had fucked him, and even more in the years below us. He was excited to be a senior just so he could fuck freshmen. He embraced the bro culture more than anyone I’ve ever met. I thought he was an asshole. Emma absolutely despised him.

“They’re both adults,” I reminded Emma.

“I know, I know. Let’s go.”

As soon as we got outside, we slipped back into our old routine. It felt like no time had passed at all. We were talking and joking all the way back to the hotel. When we got inside, she told me that she didn’t have any more booze and that I could help myself to the stuff in the fridge if I wanted. I declined. She took her shoes off and sat at the top of her bed. I sat on the edge. Again, nothing unusual about this at all. We talked about work (she hated her job) and relationships (she was also single now). She moved closer to me.

“I really miss this,” she said.

“I know. It’s one of the things about college I didn’t appreciate at the time.”

“Same.”

Neither of us said anything. This was unusual, as both of us seemed never to run out of things to say to the other. She looked so pretty. But our friendship had already fallen so much from where it had been, that I wouldn’t risk anything.

Then, she kissed me.

It was quick and I didn’t even have time to respond.

“I’m sorry!” she said. “I didn’t mean to do that. I’m drunk.”

“No you’re not.”

I pulled her in and we kissed the kiss that was nine years in the making. It was long and passionate. I was focused so much on the kiss that my hands didn’t wander around her body. Finally she pulled away.

“Do you want to?” she asked nervously. She genuinely wasn’t sure how I’d respond.

“Yes, definitely,” I said.

Emma smiled and took off her t-shirt and bra. I sucked on her fully erect nipples and listened to her quiet moans. She grabbed my dick through my pants and held it tight. “Okay, I need to do this,” she said as she pulled off my pants and boxers. She held my cock to her face and closed her eyes. Then, the immediately began to suck it.

She gave good, if not amazing, head. But what got me aroused was looking down and seeing my best friend try to deepthroat me with her eyes looking straight into mine. It was one of the few angles I’d never seen her from. After a few minutes, I flip her onto her back and pull off her pants. The first thing I noticed is an blue jay tattoo on her thigh.

“You got a tattoo?” I asked.

“I was drunk.”

“No you weren’t.”

“Fine, I wasn’t. Will you…?” She points to her crotch.

I didn’t need to be asked twice. I dove right in, embracing her scent and sucking her clit. She was hairless, which I knew hadn’t been the case in college. I put two fingers into her and massaged her g spot until she came. I’m still not positive, but I think she squirted a little bit.

“Oh my god. I’ve wanted you to do that for so long.” We kissed again.

Suddenly, I realized something.

“I don’t have a condom on me.”

“Good. I want to feel you. I’m on the pill.”

Under most circumstances, I would have insisted on protection since neither of us had been tested, but I couldn’t with her. I put the head of my cock at the entrance to her pussy. Usually, there’s some resistance but she was so wet I slipped right in. Almost balls deep. She gasped. I started fucking her. Hard. “Slow down,” she said, and I obliged. She put one hand on my chest and used the other to rub her clit. I looked her in the eyes as I moved in and out. Her breathing was slow and deliberate. Emma rubbed herself faster. Her eyes closed and I watched her cum.

I got off and pulled her to the edge of the bed so that I could stand up. I threw her legs over my shoulder and fucked her slowly. “Go faster,” she said. I did. “Oh God oh God oh God,” she said. “I’m gonna cum,” I said. “Please cum in me, I need to feel you.” I came in her. As I pulled out, she hopped up and put my dick in her mouth and gave me a few long sucks. “I had to taste myself on you.” I kissed her and we lay down in the dark under the blankets.

“I have a confession to make,” she said. “A few months after we met in college, I masturbated to you.”

I laughed. “I’ve masturbated to you like 50 times.”

“I’ve done it more than once,” she admitted.

We talked for a bit. Then, the door to the room opened. It was Lauren.

“Oh, you’re back,” Lauren said.

“Yeah,” Emma replied. Lauren didn’t realize I was there.

“Brian fucking sucks,” Lauren said as she started to undress. I could only see a little out of the corner of my eye and didn’t want to give myself away. She stripped down to her underwear and then threw on an oversized t shirt. “First of all, he’s like three inches. And he couldn’t even get it up! I was sucking on him for like half an hour trying to get him hard—and his crotch stank, by the way—until I finally gave up. I have no idea why all the girls wanted to fuck him.”

“Maybe he never repeated with anyone because they didn’t want to?” Emma suggested.

“Yeah, I guess,” Lauren said, getting into her bed.

It was quiet. I don’t know what came over me, but I reached over and pinched Emma’s nipple. She gasped.

“Did you just stay at [Bar Name]?” Lauren asked.

I put my hand between Emma’s very wet thighs and rubbed her clit.

“Mmm…”

“What?”

“Yes. Yes I was there.”

We were spooning and I slid my dick into her pussy from behind.

“I forgot how many people at this school suck,” Lauren said.

“Mmm.” And a little moan.

“What did you say? I can’t hear y—“ Lauren must have looked over. “Is someone in bed with you?!”

“Hey, Lauren,” I said as I started to fuck Emma. I expected her to resist, but she never did.

Lauren was quiet for a moment. I assume that she was debating whether or not to leave. But she didn’t.

I kept fucking Emma under the blankets, growing harder knowing that someone could see us. Emma moaned loudly, much louder than usual.

Wait…was that Emma?

It wasn’t. I lifted my head and saw Lauren’s shirt and underwear on the floor. I could only see her from the side, but she was definitely masturbating.

I started thrusting faster. I don’t know if Emma realized what was going on or she just couldn’t hold it in, but her moans got faster and louder. I came inside her again and she came too (I think). We just lay there together. I still couldn’t believe that had happened.

After a few minutes, I realized I desperately needed to pee. As I walked to the bathroom, I passed Lauren’s bed. She was still going. I didn’t want to seem like a creep, but I wanted to get a peek. I turned my head slightly and she was staring right at me. One hand was rubbing her nipple and the other was aggressively playing with her clit. She had a full bush and was so wet I could hear it. I didn’t look too long in case Emma was watching. I got to the bathroom to piss and heard Lauren cum.

I went back to bed with Emma and we fell asleep. Lauren was still out cold when we got up in the morning. We got dressed to meet our friends for breakfast. They had no idea what happened, but weren’t surprised at all to see the two of us arriving together.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/x66au2/mf_f_a_notquite_threesome_with_my_best_friend