I’m getting toward the end of the accounts of my time with Beth. It was a crazy time in my life that I’ve remembered in great detail for all these years. If you’ve read the previous installments, you’ll understand why these memories have stuck with me the way they have. The previous installment is [here](https://www.reddit.com/user/UndergroundEdge21/comments/xvzmp1/my_nerdy_fwb_after_the_show_word_got_around_part/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf). By the way, if any of you younger folks don’t know what Caller ID is, or what it means to “let the machine pick it up,” ask someone who is 40 or older. This installment picks up at the exact moment the previous one left off. This is a long one, but read to the end and you won’t be disappointed.
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My mind was racing as I came down from the high of the most intense orgasm I’d ever had. The physical and emotional ride that I had just been on was indescribable. My body had experienced sensations that I didn’t know were possible. My mind had experienced anger and lust, rage and passion, jealousy and deep affection, and…control.
Control.
It was like a switch had flipped in my head.
Laying on my back, I looked over at Beth. She was laying on her stomach as her breathing slowed down, her head turned to face me, dark curly hair framing her beautiful face.
Control.
Her eyes had tears in them as she smiled at me. She reached her hand out to touch my arm.
Control.
“Wow,” she said, and she let out a deep breath. “That was incredible.”
I said nothing, only flashed a smirk back at her. I stood up and put on my clothes, covered in Beth and smelling of sex, and I walked out, leaving the door open behind me. With my back to her, I heard her call my name. I left the party and went home.
Control.
When I got back to my apartment, David was there. He was sitting on the couch watching TV. He didn’t look up at me. I went to my room, stripped all my clothes off, and carried them back across the living room to start the laundry, a path that took me right between David and the TV. Soap in, knob turned, machine on. I walked stark naked right back across the apartment to grab a shower. I caught a puzzled look from David out of the corner of my eye, but neither of us said anything. With the water warm, I hopped in and just stood there, letting the sweat and sex rinse off me. I knew it was different now. The dynamic between Beth and me had changed, irreversibly. I just didn’t know if that was a good thing or a bad thing.
In my head, I replayed the events of the evening. I was there again, angry at Beth for her selfishness. I was yelling at her though, much more intensely than I’d had the courage to do at the time. My rage rose again as I leaned against the shower wall and scolded her, more sternly than I had actually done just a short time before. And I heard her say it again: “you’re right.” “You’re right.” And it sounded like “I’m sorry.”
I grabbed the soap to clean up, lathering up my face, my arms, my chest, my dick. Was she sorry? More soap on my dick. She should be sorry. I stroked it a couple times. Maybe she was. More strokes. Yes, I think that’s what she meant.
In my head, I was having my way with Beth again, my cock fully hard now. I pinned her arms down and bit her nipples as she moaned with pleasure. I stroked my soapy dick. I pressed her legs back and slid inside her all the way, thrusting over and over. Stroking fast now. I flipped her over and pressed into her asshole, pounding away. A few more strokes was all it took, as I closed my eyes and shot my load onto the shower floor. I squeezed the last drops from my cock and watched it swirl down the drain. Yes, things had changed between me and Beth. I determined right then to find out just how much.
I toweled off and put on a pair of gym shorts. It was around 11:30. David was still on the couch, so I sat down on the other end, shirtless. “Uh, naked much?” he asked, referring both to my complete lack of clothing before and partial lack of it now.
I exhaled. “Sorry dude. I just didn’t have the energy for modesty.”
“Whatever man,” David replied. “It’s not like I haven’t seen your package before.”
Right. I changed the subject. “How are you doing, anyway?” Abrupt question. Dudes didn’t talk about their feelings.
He paused for a long time. Finally, he said, “I don’t know.” That was as much as most dudes would ever admit about their feelings.
“Wanna talk about it?” Maybe he needed to.
He did. David told me about that first night, how hopeful he was that maybe Laura would like him, how nervous he was as she snuggled up against him, how shocked he was as things heated up with all four of us there, and how amazing it was to have Laura sucking and riding him like that. He went on to tell me about the rest of that night and into the next morning, how they fucked three more times. They got together each of the next several nights, and it was wild. Laura gave him a real sexual education, doing things David had never tried.
He went on to tell me how after a week of pure sex, he asked her out to dinner and to see a band. It was awkward – they didn’t have much to talk about, and they ran into some of Laura’s friends at the show who he didn’t know, which made him feel like a third wheel. After that, he asked her out a few more times but she was usually busy with something. She would call him out of the blue, though, in the late evenings for a booty call. David said the sex was great, and after they fucked she would tell him how much she liked him and wanted to be with him, that he was the best, and that she would even call him “boyfriend” when they were alone. He told her he really cared about her and wanted to take it to the next level. But more and more she would make up excuses why she couldn’t go out, until she wanted to fuck him and that’s all they would do. He had asked Laura out this evening, and as usual she said she couldn’t – said she was catching up on a project that was due at the end of the semester or some bullshit like that.
Now it was really starting to make sense. David wanted Laura as a girlfriend and hadn’t given up on that. She’d been stringing him along for a while, just enough to make him believe it could still happen. So when he saw her at the party about to get double-teamed by some frat boys in front of a crowd, he was crushed.
“Damn,” I said. Now I understood just how devastatingly cruel Laura had been to him.
“Yeah. Damn,” David replied.
We sat there for what seemed like several minutes, neither of us knowing what to say next.
I don’t know why I did what I did next. I guess I thought it would help him feel better, but to this day I don’t know if it did. I told David what happened after he left the party. How I blew up at Beth and chased off the troll who was feeling her up. How I confronted her about planning the group sex and how selfish it was to take her kink out on David unwittingly. And I told him how I rage-fucked her, ending with my load dripping out of her ass, and left her there naked with the door open.
David just looked at me, slack jawed. “Jesus,” he said. He went over to the fridge and grabbed two beers, coming back to hand me one. We cracked them open. “Bitches,” he said.
“Bitches,” I repeated. Whatever that bro-session was, I still don’t know. But I did know right then that David was going to get over Laura. We finished our beers and David went to bed. It was almost 1:00 in the morning. The phone rang. I didn’t need the Caller ID to tell me it was Beth. I didn’t answer it; I just let the machine pick it up.
It actually felt good to hear Beth’s voice. “Hey, it’s me. I just wanted to see if you got home OK.” That’s wasn’t like her. “I just got home and I’m not tired so I thought I’d call and say hi.” Bullshit. Say what’s really on your mind. “Or maybe I could come over.” There it was. “But maybe you’re already asleep, but if you’re not, just give me a c—-“ I picked up the phone.
“Hey Beth.” I said.
“Oh hey babe, I just wanted to see what you were doing?” she said.
“I’m just having a beer and playing Doom,” I lied.
“Well maybe I’ll come over and we can play together…” she said in her kinky voice that I never refused.
“Nah, I’m good,” I told her.
She didn’t expect that. “Uh, OK, well, maybe I’ll call you tomorrow or—“
I cut her off. “Yeah gimme a call tomorrow.”
“Ok, I’ll call you, maybe we can —-“
I cut her off again. “Ok sounds good. Talk to you tomorrow.” And I hung up. I smiled at myself. I knew I was being manipulative, which was not my nature. But it felt good.
She called the next morning. I didn’t answer. And she called in the afternoon, same thing. She left the same messages – trying to sound casual but unable to disguise her neediness. The next day we had a class together, but I skipped it. I deliberately passed by a class I knew Laura had and cheerily said hi to her, just so it would get back to Beth that I was around and doing fine without her. The next day, another message on the machine when I didn’t pick up. And the day after that, she called when David answered. I told him to tell Beth that I went to the gym with Matt and Brian. Beth knew I fucking hated going to the gym with Brian because he putzes around and doesn’t do the work. I grinned to myself as I heard David telling her this lie.
Finally, Thursday evening came. Around 6:30, the doorbell rang. It was Beth, smiling hopefully. “Hey babe,” she said. “I know you’ve been really busy so I thought I’d bring you a care package”. She held up a six pack and a takeout box of wings.
“Wow, thanks,” I replied. I took the beer and wings from her and she leaned in for a kiss. I gave her a peck on the lips; she was expecting more. I put the stuff on the counter and we cracked open the beers. “Cheers,” we said together as we clinked bottles. We sat there and ate some wings and had a second round of beers, talking about ordinary things, talking around the topic that hung in the air. Beth avoided it, she couldn’t bring herself to talk about last weekend, how I had my way with her, how she loved it, and how she wanted it again. I was enjoying this.
We cleaned up the food and went over to the couch. Beth sat down on one end. I sat down on the other and flipped on the TV, just to mess with her. She got up and came over next to me. I put my arm around her shoulder and she leaned into me, putting her hand on my chest. Almost immediately she slid her hand down to my crotch. I got hard right away of course – after all, denying her pleasure these last few days was self-denial as well. Despite my erection, I just looked straight ahead at the TV, watching whatever stupid show was on. She rubbed my dick and kissed my chest, but I didn’t respond. This went on for several minutes, until the show went to commercial. I clicked off the TV and stood up, took Beth’s hand and walked her to my room. I could feel her anticipation.
Inside my room, Beth wrapped her arms around me and came in for a kiss. I kissed her back this time, deeply, letting our tongues explore our mouths. But I cut the kiss off short, gently pushing her back. I looked her in the eyes with a straight face as I unbuttoned my jeans. I kept staring as I unzipped them. I said nothing at all as I dropped my pants to the floor. I had a raging hard-on, and Beth dropped straight to her knees.
Beth went to work, running her tongue up the underside of my cock and swirling it around the tip. She took me into her mouth, just past the tip, having her usual difficulty with my girth. She bobbed up and down, then I pulled out and lifted my dick upward, pushing my balls toward her. She dutifully took them into her mouth, one at a time, and then licked the underside of my sack. I pulled back and lowered my dick to her mouth again. She wrapped her lips around my cock head, no deeper than before. A few bobs up and down, and then I grabbed her dark curls by the back of her head. “Take it.” I ordered, as I pressed deeper into her mouth.
“Mmmph,” she said as her eyes started to water. I was at the back of her throat, and she pulled back. She looked up at me and I met her gaze.
“Take it,” I said again, as I pulled her mouth back onto my cock. I took over and moved her head back and forth, going deeper into her mouth than she was used to. “Mmmph,” again. It wasn’t a great blowjob, as her teeth couldn’t stay out of the way. But I loved it anyway, and obviously, so did Beth. She slid her hand down inside her pants to finger herself. I stopped, grabbed her hand, and put it on my my dick before pulling her head back into it.
“Me first, I said.
“Mmm-hmmph,” she agreed with a mouthful of me. I’ll give her credit, she took all I gave her as I pulled her head back and forth on my cock. I was fucking her mouth and fucking her mind, and it didn’t take long for me to reach the edge. I pulled her head to me and held it there, my cock right at the back of her mouth, as I exploded into her. It was five days of pent up demand shooting down her throat, and she gagged a little but swallowed it all. I pulled back and she milked my shaft to squeeze out the last drops. She licked all around my tip and shaft, cleaning off my dick completely.
I pulled her up from her knees and lifted her shirt over her head, then reached around and unhooked her bra. She reached to unbutton her jeans but I grabbed her hand. “Uh-uh,” I scolded her. I spun her around and grabbed her tits in my hands, squeezing firmly and pinching her nipples. I rolled her nipples between my fingers and kissed her neck. She reached down for her pants again and I blocked her arms with mine, lifting them up over her head, then returned to her tits. She moaned softly. She clearly wanted to take this faster.
I stayed above the equator for a while until she was whimpering and squirming, squeezing her thighs together, desperate to get off, with me never letting her use her own hands, totally in control. Finally, I reached down inside her pants. She whimpered more, desperate for me as I slid my middle finger right down her slit. Her clit was already swollen and she was completely wet. I pressed my finger up into her hole and she moaned. I quickly slid her pants down and gently pushed her backward onto the bed. I slid her pants off her ankles and tossed them aside. I brought my head between her legs and kissed the inside of her thigh, first one then the other. Beth moaned again. I kissed higher up her inner thighs, and she wiggled her hips, desperate for me to get to her clit. I licked the outside of her labia, then sucked them, making her squirm even more. She let out a frustrated squeal; she needed to cum. Finally I moved in, pressing my tongue into her wet hole, then running it up her slit and circling her clit. I latched on and sucked her clit while swirling my tongue all around it. “Oh god yes,” she said. She was right at the edge, ready to burst.
I stopped. I pulled my head up. “Dammit, what time is it?” I said.
Confused, Beth looked up and said “what???”
I looked at the clock. “Shit, I was supposed to be at Matt’s place at 7:00.” It was 7:30.
Again, she said, “what???”
“Yeah, the guys are meeting up there to head to the basketball game. And Matt has my ticket. I’m sorry, I told them I’d be there”. I pulled my pants back on. “You can stay here if you want, I’ll be back probably around 11.” I walked over and kissed her, grabbing her nipple again and pressing my tongue into her mouth again.
She lay there naked, legs still spread, with a look of stunned, confused, incredulous frustration. “See you later?” I asked, and I turned and walked out.
I was only partially lying. There was a basketball game, and the guys were going, but I wasn’t planning to join them. I left the apartment for a while and wandered around town and over to campus. I wondered if she was going to stay and wait for me. I wondered if she was pissed off. I wondered if I’d gone too far. After about an hour, I headed back.
As I reached my apartment, I could see the desk lamp was on in my room. I smiled; Beth was still there. I walked up and went inside, then into my room. Beth was sitting at my desk playing on my computer. She was wearing her panties and one of my t-shirts. “Hey there,” I said, casually as if the tension never existed.
“Hey,” she said curtly. “You’re back early.”
“Yeah, the guys were already gone when I got to Matt’s,” I fibbed. “I tried to catch up to them but couldn’t find them.”
“Oh,” is all Beth said.
“So you decided to stay? I’m glad you did,” I told her, honestly.
“Are you?” she asked, pursing her lips to display some anger. She was pissed, but that was what I wanted. “You’ve been ditching me all week,” she went on. I stared at her, stared through her. I sat on the edge of the bed. With no response from me, she pressed on. “I called you and you never called back.” I stared, expressionless. “I know you weren’t at the gym last night, you fucking hate working out with Brian.” More silent stares from me. “And then I come over here to see you and you ditch me for a basketball game? What the hell?”
“You stayed here though. Why?”
Beth paused. Quietly, she mumbled, “because I wanted to.”
“What was that?” I asked.
“Because I wanted to!” She yelled.
Calmly, I said, “yeah, because you wanted to. You wanted me. Say it.”
She backed down a little. “Say what?”
“Say what you want Beth. Tell me.”
She paused, knowing she was backed into a corner. “I want you.” she quietly admitted.
“Oh yeah?”
“Yes,” she said, a little louder.
“You don’t want to fuck David?”
“No,” she said shamefully.
“What about that frat boy at the party.”
“No.” I could read her face. Now she knew my game. Now she knew that I could manipulate her as much as she manipulated me. I had control over her, and she recognized that now. And she liked it and hated it at the same time. Her eyes teared up as the emotional roller coaster sped up.
“Tell me, Beth. What is is from me that you want?” I asked her.
Her voice was shaking with defeat and lust. I walked over to her, pulled her up from the chair, kissed her softly, then whispered in her ear. “Do you want that?” I asked. She nodded, tears starting to drip from her eyes. I put my hands on her breasts and squeezed, stroking her nipples. “Do you want that?” She nodded again, now softly sobbing. I slipped my hand inside her panties and stroked her pussy. She was already getting wet. “Do you want that?”
“Mm-hmm” she said through a sniffle, closing her eyes. I pressed my hips up against her so she could feel my growing bulge. “And you want that?” I asked.
“Yes,” she said out loud, squeezing the tears back.
“Tell me you want me Beth,” I ordered.
“I want you,” she said.
I walked back across the room as she slumped back down in the chair. “If that’s all true, stand up and strip,” I commanded her. She did as she was told. She stood up, lifted the shirt over her head and dropped it to the floor. Damn, I loved her tits. She lowered her panties to the floor and stepped out of them. I could see they were wet. God, i loved the shape of her hips.
“Get on your hands and knees,” I said. Her eyes widened for a moment, but again she did as she was told. I took off my shirt, then my pants and socks, while she watched. Standing by the bed, naked, across the room from Beth, I gave her one final, controlling command. “Crawl over here,” I ordered her. I still remember her facial expressions like it was yesterday. At first it was shock and disbelief. Then it was humiliation and defeat. But then she started to crawl, slowly. And as she did, her face expressed something altogether new – she understood the kink. And she liked it. She crawled over to me, and without me asking, she kissed my feet. Then she made her way to my ankles, my knees, and kissed up my quads. She got up to her knees and wrapped her lips around my half-hard cock. She slid all the way down just once and then back out, “pop,” like a lollipop. She kissed my pubes, and stuck her tongue into my belly button. Standing up, she kissed me all the way up my chest, and nibbled on each of my nipples. She wrapped both arms around me and squeezed. I wrapped my arms around her and kissed the top of her head, inhaling the scent of that dark curly hair I loved so much.
“Make love to me,” she said. Wow, that was a term she’d never said to me before. I picked her up and she wrapped her legs around me, then I turned and laid her gently on the bed. We kissed deeply for what felt like hours, completely absorbed in each other. My mouth moved to her breasts, spending time on each one. She pulled my hand up to her mouth and sucked on my fingers. We were just flowing within the moment, doing whatever felt right. I slid down to taste her pussy; it was sweet and warm and dripping wet. I closed my eyes and let our feelings guide me – circling and sucking her clit, probing her vagina with my tongue, lapping up her juices while she moaned. My fingers found their way inside her, first two then three, stroking the upper wall of her cunt, running circles on her g-spot. She was breathing hard and squealing now – all that earlier edging had her climaxing quickly. It was like lightning shot through her body when she came. Her back arched, he legs tensed, her toes curled as she grabbed my hair and pressed my face into her pussy. “Oh my god!” she yelled, loud enough probably for all the neighbors to hear. She shuddered and shook like I’d never seen her do. I kept going with my tongue and fingers as her orgasm rolled on and on.
Finally, I released her and she laid there catching her breath. I felt this new, deeper kind of connection between us. I was so turned on, I didn’t want to waste any time. I lubed my cock with spit and pinned her ankles all the way back to her head. In one stroke, I pressed my cock inside her. She was so wet, I slid all the way in immediately. Beth gasped. I looked down as I started to pump in and out of her, and I could see my thick cock stretching her pussy out wide. I sped up, pounding her hard, hearing the slurping, smacking sound of deep penetration. Beth moaned and screamed again, another “oh my god” and she was cumming again. I could feel her pussy squeezing and convulsing around my dick. I kept pumping her, as I felt my climax approaching. Beth continued to scream, and when I knew I couldn’t hold out much longer I pulled out. I swung up beside her and jacked myself a couple of times, grunting as I came all over her tits and her neck. “Yeah,” she said breathlessly. I used the head of my cock to rub my cum into her nipple, and I finished with putting my cock into her mouth. She licked and sucked her juices off my dick.
To my surprise, I stayed completely hard. I got off the bed and guided Beth to flip onto her stomach. I knelt outside of her legs and slid my cock back into her pussy. I pumped more slowly and steadily this time. My knees squeezing her thighs inward made her feel really tight. I leaned forward, my hands on hers, my body weight pressing her down into the bed. I felt her warmth and the softness of her skin everywhere that our bodies connected. Beth let out a low moan. I fucked her like this for what must have been ten minutes, working up a sweat and breathing hard. She came again, shuddering but unable to move with my weight on top of her. And finally, I came again, less volume this time, but just as intensely. I continued to pump her pussy for several more strokes, filling her up with my cum. I collapsed next to her, my heart rate beginning to slow already.
Things had changed between me and Beth for sure. I believed they’d changed for the better. But I wanted to hear it from her.
“Beth?” I said.
“Yeah babe,” she said dreamily.
“Tell me what you want, Beth.”
“Mmmmm…I want this,” she said. “I only want this…with you.”
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/xysivs/my_nerdy_fwb_figuring_out_what_we_really_wanted
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Dude great writing! I don’t know how it ends but all I know is I want more!
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