[FM] A Universal Guide to Getting Out of the Friendzone: Get Drafted Into the NFL

You guys are going to think I’m super shallow after this one. But in all honesty, when you have the opportunity to say that you are fucking a guy in the NFL, you take it. Right?

Charlie had been trying to get in my pants since Sophomore year, and I completely friend-zoned him. It’s basically as simple as that. Many girls at my school probably would have jumped at the opportunity to date Charlie, although he isn’t the hottest guy in the world, he is cute, and smart, and funny, and was on the football team.

But Charlie and I were better off as friends. That’s just how I felt, and I let him know. But that didn’t stop him from trying. I rebuffed his attempts, but I didn’t mind him continuing to try.

In sum, if you had told me that Charlie and I would be enjoying some of the most depraved, exhilarating sexual experiences, I have ever had, I’d say you were lying. But we will get to that. This story is to tell you how it happened.

It’s quite simple really. He got drafted into the NFL. Yes, yes. I’m prepared for all of the gold-digger comments, but in truth it was more of a sexual bucket list thing for me than anything. Call it clout-chasing if you want, but as soon as I heard he was going to the NFL, *I* was the one trying to get in *his* pants.

I don’t think either of us intends or expects this type of relationship to reasonably go on indefinitely, but he is really good at sex, so I wouldn’t be mad either. I’m willing to try most anything at least once, and in most instances, it won’t be the last time.

As a reminder I have a rather small frame that came with a lot of gym membership fees. I’m 5’5” ish, blonde in a bottle, with blue eyes. Oh yeah, and I had a boob job. My boobies went from A’s to DD’s as soon as I could afford it. I have a nice ass too, if you were wondering.

Anyway, I went out on a limb and asked Charlie out on a date. He said yes, and we went and got dinner on a Friday night.

It was raining when he picked me up, which was a shame because I felt like my outfit couldn’t be as appreciated. My red dress fit my body quite well. It was short, going about halfway down my thighs, and low-cut, showing a good amount of cleavage off. I matched the dress with my favorite shade of lipstick and heels. I wore my hair down but curled it.

Despite the rain, Charlie and I had a great time, and I caught Charlie staring at my tits on more than one occasion. I may have noticed something growing in his pants as well. I had him hooked and we both knew it. Charlie didn’t seem to be bothered by the fact that I had clearly changed my tune on him after he got drafted. He wanted to fuck me, and I was going to let it happen.

“You look amazing tonight,” he complimented. I smiled and blushed a little. I was pleased that he liked the way I looked tonight. That was the plan, after all.

We flirted pretty shamelessly throughout the course of our dinner. I had a few drinks as well, which only lowered my inhibitions more.

When we got to his car, Charlie invited me to come back to his place.

“Yes,” I said, probably *way* to enthusiastically, but it was now crystal clear exactly where this night was going. I wondered if his heart was beating as hard as mine.

Once inside his home, we hurried to his room. He offered me a beer, but I didn’t need any more libations.

He had to pee and went to the bathroom while I sat on his bed. I practiced posing in a number of different increasingly ridiculous positions for when he came out. I settled on the naked-girl-under-the-covers pose.

He noticed my red dress on the floor first, then my lacy black panties and bra next to the dress. I had thought of giving him a striptease first, but I get a little self-conscious with that kind of stuff—inside I’m still the chubby girl from high school that lacks that kind of confidence.

In any event, Charlie didn’t seem to mind. He laughed as he nearly tripped taking of his own pants. I saw his ding-dong for a brief flash—and what a nice ding-dong it was—before he joined me under the covers.

I felt his rock-hard cock against my leg right away as I mentally prepared to fuck him. Once I got over my nerves, I climbed up on top of Charlie and hovered over him, my hands on his chest. His dick throbbed against my pussy lips as I straddled him. I was wet and more than ready to impale myself on his cock. First, though, I wanted him to lick my tits.

I giggled a bit as I leaned forward and fed my left nipple into Charlie’s mouth. He traced it with his tongue at first, then sucked gently, making me squirm and him throb. Then I gave him my right breast and he gave it the same treatment.

The longer and harder he sucked, the louder it made me moan and the more I slid my slick pussy lips along his dick until he grabbed my hips and lifted me—yes, lifted me—and put me on his face. His tongue licked my clit.

“Oh please, Charlie,” I begged.

His tongue moved off my clit and pushed just barely into my pussy. I ran my hands through Charlie’s scalp and gripped his hair as I rode his face.

I could hardly believe what I was doing! I let Charlie eat me out for a few minutes more, the varying force and speed of his tongue on every part of my kitty making me squirm. I was so freaking wet, and it felt so fucking good. And I wanted to return the favor. I swiveled on Charlie’s face and threw off the covers as he continued devouring me.

His dick was standing straight up, and I took it in my hand, and began to stroke it.

“I’ve been wondering what your cock tastes like all night,” I said before lowering my head and opening my mouth.

“Mmmppphhheeerrkkk!” Charlie groaned with his mouth still buried in my cunt as I took his raging hard-on into my mouth.

For the next few minutes, I bobbed my head up and down on Charlie’s cock. Though I couldn’t take his entire length in my mouth, I did manage to heavily lubricate it. His moans sounding and vibrating against my pussy only spurred me on more. It probably wasn’t the best blowjob I’d ever given, but in all fairness, it’s quite hard to focus on giving good head when there is a tongue inside you.

I reluctantly pulled myself off his face and straddled Charlie’s cock again, grabbing it by its base then lining it up with my opening.

“Wait.” He said, before I could plunge myself onto his rod, “I need to grab a condom.”

“Are you clean?” I asked.

“Uh. Yeah.”

“Me too. We don’t need it.” I said, hoping he would cave and making the tip of his cock feel the wetness of my labia. I fucking hate condoms.

“Fuck. But what if— “

“I’m on the pill.” I cut him off.

“Fuck.” He responded.

I took it as an invitation and sank down to his hilt.

“Ooooohh.” I moaned and began to ride him.

“Fuck you’re tight.” He muttered.

“Ahh. Mmm. Ahh!” I squealed as I rode that freshly drafted cock. I wanted to make sure he would come back for more, so I turned on the dirty talk. Now was no time to be a pillow princess (is it ever?).

“Oh, that cock is so biggg. Mmmm.” I teased as seductively as I could manage, grinding my hips.

“Oh fuck, wait. Wait.” He held my hips still. He was trying not to cum. After a few seconds, he calmed down, let go of my hips, and I resumed riding him.

“Mmm, ohhh, Charlie. This cock is so perfect for me.” I said, looking him in the eyes. “I’m already creaming,” I gasped. “I’m already making a mess on your cock. Ahh! Mmm.” Sure, I was laying it on a little thick. But that was the point, and I wasn’t lying, a thick ring of cream had already formed around the base of his cock from my pussy.

“Oooohhh!” I moaned, then squealed as Charlie slapped my ass hard.

“You almost came inside me just now, didn’t you? Mmm. Am I too much for you? Am I gonna make you bust? Are you gonna make a mess for me too? Ahh. I’m making a mess for you!” I had never talked this slutty before, and although it knew it was doing something for him, it was definitely doing something for me too. New kink unlocked— and it would only get worse.

Without warning, Charlie growled lowly and flipped me onto my back, quickly reentered me, and started fucking me like an animal. I knew I wasn’t long for a really good climax.

“Oh fuck, you’re so tight.” He grunted while railing me, his balls slapping hard against my ass.

“Way better than a condom, right? Ahh! Ahh! Ahh! Ahh! Oh my God!” He was thrusting so hard.

“Fuck yes!” He roared.

“Ahh! Yesss! Oh, right there. Right there! Ooohhh!” I was being so loud, but I’m sure his roommates didn’t mind. “Keep going! Keep going!” I said breathlessly.

His pace slowed slightly but the strength of his thrusts increased greatly.

“Ahh! Fuck yes, Charlie. Slam that pussy. Just take it. Oh God, keep going. I’m so fucking close,” I said, shaking my head uncontrollably while he kept screwing me. Then it hit me like a fucking freight train.

“Oh! Ahh! YES! FUUUUCCCKK!! AHH!” I screamed—yes, screamed—as I came hard.

His thrusts slowed in speed and force, but only slow enough for me to recover.

“Oh God,” I said, trying to catch my breath. “Oh my God,” I said again, then looked at Charlie. We both laughed.

Then his hands were on me again, as he flipped me over and told me to get on my hands and knees. Although my legs were weak from my orgasm, I managed to comply, albeit a little wobbly.

His hands steadied my hips as he started fucking me in earnest again. Animalistic once more—I felt like little more than a sleeve for his cock, and I loved it.

Only, my arms couldn’t hold me up anymore and I face planted into the bed. I turned my head and could see him looking at me through the corner of my eye while we fucked. I wanted to make him cum so bad, and I wanted him to remember it.

I dipped one arm under my body and reached until I found his balls and started tickling them as he thrusted.

It struck me that we had never even kissed. I’d commenced fucking before even kissing Charlie—I had never done that before. But I guess that wasn’t really what it was about. We both just wanted to have sex. I had never had a fuck buddy before, which is essentially all Charlie was to me at the moment. We weren’t looking for anything romantic, and that was OK. I wasn’t trying to get him to marry me, just to keep coming back for more.

“Mmm. I wanna feel that cum inside my pussy.” Before tonight, I wouldn’t have expected such an invitation to come out of my mouth. It wasn’t my first creampie, but only one other guy had ever had the privilege, and that was an accident.

He picked up his pace.

“Mmm. Yeah! Mmm. Fucking cum in my pussy. Yes, yes.” I whined, still tickling his balls when I could reach them. “I’m gonna fuck it right out of you. Oh, my Goddd.”

“That feels so fucking good.” He muttered.

“Oh yeahhh,” I whined.

“You want me to cum inside of you?”

“Yes. Charlieeee, Ahh, I want you to fucking cum. Ahh. I want your cum.”

“Ooohhh, I’m gonna give it you you.”

“Yeah? Make me take all that cum!” I begged. “Ahh yesss, fill me up. Ahh!”

He slowed to a stop, and I immediately felt his cock spurting inside me me. “Oooohhh,” he groaned in release.

“Ooh! Oh, my Goddd. Yess, cum in my pussyyy,” I moaned, coaxing everything I could get out of his balls with my fingers.

When he slowly pulled out, what seemed like a small river of cum fell out of me.

“Oh my God.” He spoke.

“Yeah.” I said, collapsing onto my stomach and soaking his bed with our combined fluids.

We never did kiss that night. We were both now completely relaxed. I spent the night, but I got up early in true walk of shame fashion and ordered an Uber. We fucked again a couple weeks later. And again, weeks later. Charlie turned out to be exactly what I needed. Sex with him is fun and adventurous, feral and stress-free. Almost a year later and we still meet up relatively frequently, and we have done some fun things together. But those are stories for another time.

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