[FM] BFF – Part 2 of 3 – Her

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/xrrivl/fm_bff_part_1_of_3_me/)

My post nut clarity was checked by the knowledge that only I had cum. That so far, the interaction had been much less pleasurable for her than for me. If she had felt any of the emotion I had, it came with a dull edge. It came from our friendship and care. I tried with only measured success to reset my emotions, to blunt the adrenaline and endorphins that were coursing through me.

“I could use a drink of water.” I said, still holding her, caressing her back.

“Me, too.” She said into my shoulder. “That wasn’t bad in the moment. But I don’t think I want to leave that taste in my mouth.”

“Hey.” I started, pulling back to look into her eyes again. “By the way, that was fucking amazing. I know you’re going to think I’m lying, but that’s got to be one of the best blowjobs I’ve ever had. I don’t know how you did it. You said you’ve never done that before, but honestly, I’ve been with girls with a lot of experience who didn’t make me feel that way.”

She blushed as she looked back at me, then kissed my lips gently again before returning to my shoulder. “I just wanted it to feel good for you. I wanted you to feel good.”

A few quiet moments later, we moved to the kitchen area of my small apartment and relaxed as we each drank a glass of water.

“What happens next?” She asked. “I guess it’s my turn to get naked?” Her cheeks blushed as she said this. “I’m kinda freaking the fuck out about that.” She smiled. “Even with you. I know you’ve seen me in my bikinis, but this is different.”

I laughed and smiled at her. “I promise I’ll be nice and we’ll take it as comfortably as we can.” She was smiling gently back at me. “But after all, it’s only fair.” I said. “You’ve had my cock down your mouth and your hands all over my ass. It would be really unfair to not let me enjoy you now.”

She smiled widely in return. “I can’t believe I just sucked your cock. We never even kissed before tonight.” I laughed again.

“You didn’t just suck my cock. You sucked the ever loving fuck out of my cock. I’m still leaking here. I keep wiping the drips before they get away.”

Her laugh was bright and joyful. It was the same laugh we shared at inside jokes, or adventures that made others shake their heads and leave to us. It was infectious and I had to work hard not to cackle like an idiot as her face lit up, the face of my best friend, enjoying me and my presence.

As her laugh internalized, her smile only grew, and with a look of quiet mirth on her face, she asked again. “What do you want me to do?” And after a short pause. “How do we do this? Do you want me to get naked?”

I was completely lost in her. Her face, her smile were the whole of existence to me and I had to pull away mentally to get back to the moment and answer her. I took a breath to reset before responding.

“Let’s go back into the living area. I want to remove your clothes, just like you removed mine.”

She crossed the floor and wrapped her arms around me again. “OK. But for real, I’m freaking out about this.” I held her closely.

“Trust me.” I said, pulling tighter. “I promise I won’t betray the trust you’re showing me tonight. I won’t betray your anxiety or us. I love you, BFF.”

A nervous tear escaped her eye and rested on my chest. “I love you, too.” She sniffled.

I reminded myself that I had maybe never done anything as important as what was happening tonight, and that I must be careful with her. This could be an amazing evening for her, or it could affect her terribly for the rest of her life. I kissed her head again, and slowly disengaged from the hug, stroking down her arms and gathering her hands in mine again before backing into the living area.

“Kiss me some more.” I said. “Then I’ll unbutton your shirt to take it off. Then I’ll take your pants off before we do your bra and panties.” She watched my eyes as I talked, her thoughts playing across them. “If at any time it’s too much, just let me know.”

She nodded in response and grasped me tightly again before saying quietly. “I trust you.”

Then she leaned back and invited me in for a deep, tender kiss. I closed my eyes again and surrendered to her, drawing out the kiss as I could, trying to bring her attention to me, to us, and less to her nervousness. After a few minutes had passed, I moved one hand gently to the front, cupping her left breast gently, causing warm gentle gasps into my mouth, drawing them heavily back again as she breathed. Slowly I moved my hand again to the top button of her shirt, undoing it and sliding inside to the flesh of her upper chest, caressing it before moving to the next button.

By the third button I was gently exploring the upper slope of her breasts, lightly pulling against her bra, teasing a little more flesh from captivity. She was taking large, expansive breaths as we continued kissing, her chest rising and falling with pleasure. Her skin, which had reacted tentatively to me at first, was now flushed and warm, acknowledging my touches.

As I released the last of her buttons I pulled her shirt apart and pressed my body against hers, and she responded by pressing her hips hard against mine while her hands tightened around my waist.

I took her face in my hands and gave her two gentle kisses on her lips before I lowered myself slowly to my knees, kissing her ear, her neck, and leaving damp deposits between her breasts, finally kissing my way down her stomach to her waistline. With my hands I massaged her back, pulling her gently into me while I ran them slowly up and down her spine, teasing out the tension she was building as more and more of her flesh was exposed. I rested my forehead against her slender stomach as I gently grabbed her ass, then moved my hands back up the front of her body, gently cupping her breasts on the way up and finally removing her shirt from her shoulders, letting it drop to the floor behind her.

“Are you OK?” I whispered.

“Yes.” She breathlessly responded. “I’m fine.”

With that, I brought my hands back to her waist, slipping the tips of my fingers inside her waistband and slid them across her lower abdomen. Then after a moment, I moved to the middle and unbuttoned the waist of her jeans, kissing lower as I unzipped them and exposed more of her. I could feel her breathing through her stomach, the intensity growing steadily as I kissed over her panties while I pulled her jeans over her ass and gently worked them down her legs, stopping only to help her feet step out of them. When that was done, I rested my head against her upper thigh and gently kissed her pussy over her underwear.

“Oh my god, what are you doing?” She gently exclaimed.

“Your pussy smells amazing.” I said, using my tongue against her panties to feel her out.

“What do you mean?” She asked. “I’m so embarrassed.” She said, looking down at me. Responding to the question in my eyes. “You’re smelling my pussy. You. My best friend. You’re smelling my pussy!”

I smiled widely back up at her. “Yes. I’m smelling your pussy, and it’s wonderful. I knew it would be, and you should be proud of your pussy.”

She laughed in response. “That sounds like one of those self help things. Be proud of your pussies ladies…” before her voice cut off in a grunting gasp as I pushed my hands up her ass, driving them inside of her panties, grabbing great handfuls of her cheeks and pulling her tightly into my kiss, breathing heavily into her pussy as I licked it harder through the fabric.

For a moment I continued, then slowly worked my way back to standing, pressing my hard cock against her and pulling her into another deep kiss before gently reaching behind her to the clasps of her bra. She kissed hard into me as I released them and pulled her bra down. She held tightly against me and broke the kiss.

“Oh my god.” She said again. “You’re about to see my boobs. You’ve never seen my boobs before.”

I chuckled lightly. “You’ve never seen my cock before, either.” I responded.

“Yeah, but guys are taught to show their cocks to everybody.” She answered, causing me to laugh, feeling her breasts against my body.

“Put your hands on them.” I said gently. “I’ll kiss down your chest and slowly release each hand as I suck on your nipples. We’ll do this together.” And with that, I eased slightly back, keeping her gaze as she cupped her own breasts, swallowing her nerves in such a vulnerable way that I again struggled to keep from showering her with declarations of love. I kissed her more to give my brain time to again reset and think of her instead of myself, before kissing my way back down until I was on my knees, her breasts before me.

With my left hand, I intertwined my fingers with those of her right hand, covering her right breast, and used my own right hand to caress her ass while I kissed gently around her left breast, decorating the upper slope of it and the area just under it with my saliva, leaving each spot to cool in the air as I removed my mouth, gently nudging her hand up, kissing the soft underside of her left breast, gently applying suction as I did so, drawing just the slightest bit of her flesh into my mouth before reaching her left nipple. Her areola was dark, engorged with blood and her nipple hard as I took it gently into my mouth, running my tongue under it as I sucked it softly into and out of my mouth in rhythm, caressing her ass with my right hand, and squeezing her other breast with both my hand and hers.

She began to moan softly, then more vocally as I worked, pulling me gently into her, enjoying the nipple play. “Oh my god. That feels so good.” She whispered, running her fingers through my hair. “My tit is in your mouth and it feels amazing.” She smiled mirthfully at the wall behind me. I responded with more suction, moving my left hand to brush hers off the other tit, and gently teasing her nipple.

Each breath was a groan of pleasure, now, and I continued for a moment before slowly moving to the other side, taking that nipple between my lips and sucking it into my mouth, tickling my tongue over it before restarting the rhythm she enjoyed on the first. For the next 10 minutes, I worked her nipples, drawing greater and greater response, warnings of possible orgasm mixed with thanks and gentle commands to switch nipples, or speed up, slow down, suck harder or more gently.

After a time, though, she brought me back up and kissed me passionately, almost painfully as my cock, harder than it had ever been, pressed against her abdomen. Her hands found my ass again and groped my cheeks, pulling them hard into her. “I can feel the mess you’re making on my stomach.” She grinned as she pulled away from the kiss.

“This is crazy fucking sexy.” I told her, then stood back, holding her hands while I unabashedly ogled her now bare and open chest. “You have a sexy fucking body.” I told her. “Be picky about who you show it to, but don’t ever be embarrassed by it. You are fucking hot.”

She blushed and hugged me again. “You don’t know. You haven’t seen all of it. I could have a really ugly pussy.” She teased.

I laughed playfully. “I suppose they exist, but I’ve never seen one. Let’s check it out.” Then I dropped to my knees and kissed her tummy again, caressing her thighs and lower back before gently grasping the waistline of her panties. I heard her breath deepen again as I slid them over her ass and moved around to the front, gently releasing them from her thighs and freeing her pussy.

She had a V shaped patch of hair below which her pussy sat engorged and crimson, glistening with our work and desire.

I breathed heavily into her as I kissed down her vulva, then ran my tongue back up, lapping the juices she was excreting.

“Oh fuck.” She said as she pulled me gently away. “I can’t stay like this. I need to sit down, or lie down or something.”

I led her to the couch and had her sit before I moved between her legs, drawing her gently forward on the cushion, then resumed my work, cleaning her labia before taking her clitoris into my mouth. I few moments later I gently pulled away.

“Do you want me to use my fingers, too? Do you want me to play with your g-spot? Do you play with it when you masturbate?”

She looked at me with slight embarrassment. “I don’t know. I don’t do a lot inside my pussy when I play with myself. I mostly just focus on my clit. I’m not sure I’ve ever felt my g-spot.”

“Have you ever used a dildo?” I asked, petting her pussy while we talked.

“No. I’ve always been afraid to put something that big in me. I know it hurts the first time you do it. I know it will hurt tonight when you actually fuck me. But I haven’t been able to do it to myself.”

I kissed her stomach again, then her thighs and rested my head just above her pussy. “Baby. It doesn’t have to hurt. It shouldn’t hurt. You just need to be ready. It might not be as comfortable the first time as later, but it shouldn’t hurt you. Your arousal and comfort level are what decide that.”

She looked at me skeptically, but ran her fingers through my hair again. “I love you. You are making this so much easier than I had feared.”

I responded by lowering my head and resuming soft kisses until I gathered her clitoris again in my mouth, tonguing it while gently sucking on it. Her moans resumed and her hands held tightly onto tufts of hair either side of my head. Just as she had, I tried to make each stroke, each movement the most pleasurable it could be.

I gently probed her perimeter with my index finger, gathering juices before slowly sliding into her, curving down against the floor of her vagina before raising up against her g-spot, giving only gentle pressure as I repeated movement to her floor and back up, relishing the incredible wetness inside of her and her movements and verbal responses.

“Yes.” She said with choked breath. “Just like that. That feels amazing. That’s the spot, isn’t it? That has to be it.”

Her hips rose and pushed against me in rhythmic waves as I continued to suck and finger her, my right hand playing with her breast. Both of her hands now were grasping my head tightly and holding me in place as she pressed hard into me. Her movements were growing in intensity as sounds of her pleasure and her wetness grew. Her moans became loud, no longer plaintive but desperate and hard until she clamped down tightly on my finger and her thighs pressed hard against my head while she convulsed, expelling a great heavy groan and a long, kept breath, only releasing after another wave of contraction had passed. Inside of her, she continued to pulse around my finger, still releasing fluid as she did so, rippling waves of pressure traversing my finger as I kept still inside of her.

I kissed her stomach and looked up at her to find her staring at the ceiling, one arm folded above her head, her breathing labored and her flushed chest filmy with perspiration. I reveled in the sight before I slowly started to remove my finger, drawing a trickle of juices with it which ran down her thigh and her ass cheek, dripping onto the couch. I carefully drew the flesh of her thighs to let me reach all of it while avoiding her still sensitive clit, cleaning her before looking up to stare into her eyes while I put my finger in my mouth and sucked it clean of her. Here eyes sent more waves of desire and emotion through me and I checked myself again against the love that was building. Get through the night, I thought to myself, and feel things out in the days to come. Don’t ruin the best relationship you’ve ever had.

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