how my friend became my FWB [MF]

This happened a long time ago, and is basically the story of how me and friend of mine became FWB, which would grow into one of the most meaningful and sexually explorative relationships I’ve ever had. Skip to:

#sexy times

for…well, that’s self explanatory.

I met Ashley in high school. She was a cute girl, Lebanese, she was in the same grade as me but we didn’t have any classes together, but we got to know each other during spares and lunch and became friends. There was a mutual attraction between us, that was obvious, but it never went beyond either of us copping a feel.

When high school ended I moved to Toronto (about 2 hours driving from where I was) for university, but I worked full time simultaneously, doing primarily construction, and attended classes at night 3 days a week. I was the only person from our friend group that opted to get an apartment rather than stay on rez in the university, something that was financially doable in 2000.

To keep a really long story short, Ashley didn’t have a great life at home. Abusive and restrictive religious parents being the name of the game. One day she asked me if we could meet for a drink downtown and we did. I was happy to see her, but could tell something was bothering her. I prodded (gently) asking her what was wrong as she seemed a bit off. She told me a terrible story I don’t want to get into, and how she felt trapped because she couldn’t leave.

I offered for her to come crash at mine if she wanted for a bit, while she looked for a job, that at least she’ll be safe. She declined initially, but at my insisting it wouldn’t be an issue, and that I’m barely home anyway, and that I wanted her to be safe, she agreed and was very thankful. I drove her home to pack a few things and and then we went to my apartment.

It’s was considered a smaller apartment back then, though by today’s standards in that city it would be considered bigger. My bedroom and the bathroom were off down a hallway on the right from where you enter. A kitchen and dining area on the left, and the living room when you step in. I had a pullout couch, that I offered to take but Ashley insisted I stay in my own bed. I set aside a drawer for her things and made sure she could feel comfortable getting more if need be. She didn’t tell her family she left, or where she was going. She was free.

Nothing happened for a month, and neither of us had any intention of it going anywhere sexually. Just one friend helping another out.

About a month in, I got home from work and cracked open a beer, she wasn’t home at the moment, she told me she had an interview, so I sat down on the couch, unbuckled and unzipped my pants and lit a cigarette.

She came home before I even finished the cigarette, so I frantically scrambled to button my pants as she opened the door.

“Oh my God, relax, it’s your apartment, you should be comfortable,” she said when she saw me, “it’s not a big deal to see your underwear, not like I mind either.”

I decided to stay as I was. I asked her how her interview went and she said she had a second one scheduled for two days later.

“If I get the job I’ll move out as soon as I find a place, I don’t think it’ll take long to do that,” she told me.

“There’s no rush,” I said, “use the chance to save up some money to have an emergency fund, living cheque to cheque isn’t fun.”

“I feel like I’m cramping you up here.”

I told her that wasn’t the case.

“Okay, well, tell me what you normally do on a day when you get home if I’m not here.”

I thought for a second, stubbed out my cigarette and said:

“I usually come home from work, have a beer, shower, then relax with the TV or go to class depending on the day,” I told her.

“That’s it then, nothing else?”

“On a normal day, no.”

She grabbed a beer from the fridge, sat down on the couch next to me and lit a cigarette. She took a drag and said.

“So you come home, have a beer and shower, then get dressed, then chill with the TV or a book or something?”

I nodded.

“Not one thing different? Even the tiniest detail.”

I paused for a second.

“Well, I wouldn’t normally get dressed right after showering,” I said through a nervous smile.

She smiled a wide smile.

“Really?! Why?”

I was blushing.

“I don’t know, I like to air dry after toweling off. I guess it’s nice to let them breathe a bit too. Listen, it’s really not a big deal.”

She was looking at me smiling, I got up, buckling my pants now, and went to the fridge for another beer, but really so that my skin would go back to its regular white colour, not red.

I sat back down on the couch, she was in the centre, so I still sat down next to her again.

There was silence for a few moments, I was visibly nervous. She was staring at me as she drank her beer.

“So do it still, I don’t mind,” she finally said.

I looked at her, she had curly dark hair normally but had straightened it that day, it was long, well past her shoulders. Her eyes were a hazel looking colour at that moment (they ranged) and her lips stretched into a smile showing all of her white teeth.

“Um, what?” Was all I could stutter,

She laughed.

“You’re burning up!” She said, placing a hand on my cheeks, it felt cold. “Listen, I don’t care, it’s your place, you should do what you want.”

It was my turn to make her blush.

“You just want to see me naked.”

She blushed and looked away, taking another sip of her beer. I let the silence stretch, which wasn’t easy for me to do. She didn’t look back at me to respond.

“I mean, I’m not gonna lie, that’s an added bonus,” her white skin was red now, “but I swear, it’s just so that you can be comfortable in your own home!”

“Mhm,” I said, then paused, “so you get to see me naked, what do I get?”

“Ummmm, you get to be naked, which you want anyway.”

“So nothing?”

She looked at me and, smiling, her blush gone now, lifted her eyebrows. She ran her hand through the back of my hair:

“Consider it a debt repaid for all the times I let you feel my ass in high school.”

I shook my head through a smirk. I went to take a swig of my beer, only to realize it was already empty as I was so nervous throughout the conversation. She noticed.

“Looks like it’s shower time,” she said, smirking.

“You really want this?” I said. I don’t know how to explain my exact emotion, I was confused, embarrassed, and a little intrigued. Since high school we had been entirely platonic, not even any flirting had been involved, unless if this was considered flirting. Bear in mind, I was also 18, still relatively insecure, my chest hair only just starting to come in, very inexperienced sexually though not a virgin, I only had one girl see me naked at that point, and how much she really saw when it was dark every time, was definitely not much. This was still daylight.

I decided to get up and shower, I needed to, I was covered in sweat and saw dust, I also had an open cut on my arm from from a steel stud that I needed to clean out.

I stripped and got in the shower. I thought about it the whole time, and it was a loooong shower. I looked at my cock. I’m a grower, flaccid I considered myself small (back then). About 5-6cm depending on temperature. I was well groomed though, having just trimmed and shaved a few days ago. When I got out I looked at the mirror and checked myself out. I had a thin line of dark chest hair between my pecks, and a few had started coming in on my pecks themselves. I had definition, I was tall and lean, it was mostly muscle on me. Since I had started construction it had only grown, my biceps and triceps showing the most. My back was defined too, my ass muscular and high.

Still, I didn’t have the balls. I opted to walk out with the towel around my waist and go to the living room like that. A good middle ground I thought.

Ashley was sitting in the centre of the couch again. She had changed into basketball shorts that reached just above her knees, showing her muscular legs, and a loose t-shirt. She had brought out two beers for us.

“Awww you’re so bashful!” She said, “I brought you a beer but now I don’t know if you deserve it.”

“Shut up,” I said playfully. I sat down next her, the knot of my towel toward her, which I didn’t think of at the time but comes into play. She put her legs up on the couch.

“You’re really in shape, you know that?”

“Thanks,” I said. I reached forward, opened the beer and handed it to her, then took the one for myself and lit a cigarette.

“So, how long do you normally stay naked?”

“Um, it depends, at least until I’m completely dry, or when I start to get cold.” I tried to stay calm.

“So, you just sit here, watching TV and that’s it?”

“Yeah basically.”

I don’t know how long passed, but Ashely just went and in one quick motion grabbed my towel and threw it to one side, exposing me completely.

“Yo!” I exclaimed.

“What? Like I said, you should be comfortable, I don’t care, and you owe me debt.”

“Don’t act like you didn’t like the attention I was giving you back then.”

“I’m not denying that, but you still got to feel up a fit ass regularly.”

“As if though you didn’t feel me while I was doing that.”

She looked down at my dick, she wasn’t trying to hide it at all.

“I want to see you hard.”

“Tough luck,” I said, “you’re already getting quite a show.”

“Please….?”

I wanted to ask her if she had a thing for me at this point, as if though I couldn’t be 100% certain already. I decided against it.

“I’m not just gonna get hard outta nowhere…..” I said suggestively.

“What are you suggesting?” She asked, her legs were tucked behind her, facing toward me, grinning. I specifically remember her head being tilted to one side as she played with a few strands of her hair.

“Well, you could join me,” I responded, “I’m sure a hot naked girl would have me hard in no time.”

She continued playing with her hair.

“Eh, I don’t think so,” she said, still grinning, “you’ve already felt my ass so much, I don’t think it’s fair.”

I thought for a minute or so.

“Well you know,” I started.

“What?”

“It’s been over a year since I felt you.”

“And you think that’ll get you hard?”

“Didn’t you feel it before?”

Ashley blushed.

“Yeah, I did.”

“Well then…”

She took a second as if though thinking about it, then stood up in front of me.

“Let’s do this,” she said.

I stood up too, she was about a metre and 65, my chin lining up with top of her head. I reached both hands around her and ran them down her back, feeling what felt like a sports bra beneath her T-shirt. I didn’t linger though, I remembered how nice her ass felt and I went straight for it, I got there and softly ran my hand up and down it, feeling the curve, giving it a bit of a lift from underneath, before I gave it a firm squeeze. I felt my cock stir but it didn’t quite get erect.

She looked down at my dick, then up at me, we locked eyes, a decimetre apart.

“Well?” She said. I could feel her breath on me. I leaned in a bit so our noses touched, maybe 5 centimetres seperated our lips.

“Well,” I said, maintaining the same distance from her lips, running my hands back up her ass until I got to the waistband of her shorts, “what if, I were to do this,” I slipped one hand underneath her shorts and squeezed her ass through her thin underwear.

“Yeah, that’s fine,” she said, bring her lips just a little closer to mine, “is it working?”

It was working, but my cock hadn’t touched her yet and she was focused on my face.

“It’s starting to,” I said, as I took my other hand and slipped it underneath her underwear, feeling her smooth skin, “is this fine too?” I asked, letting my hand rest there, my fingers just feeling the outside of her crack.

“Yeah,” she said, her voice was starting to quiver. I slipped my other hand underneath her underwear too. I squeezed her, pulled her cheeks apart and really got a good grip. She was firmer than I remembered, but softer than I imagined. I did that for about thirty seconds. I could feel her breathing intensifying.

“Is it working?” She asked again in a shaky voice as she brought her nose to the base of mine, our lips were nearly touching now, and it took all my willpower not to kiss her.

I opted to be honest, as I continued to squeeze her ass.

“Oh it’s working,” I said, “but I think I need to feel some more of you.”

She moved her head up and down a bit, our lips just brushed against each others’.

“You’re just not allowed to see me, or go inside me.”

Keeping one hand on her ass I moved the other slowly to her front. I felt her mound, she was completely hairless and smooth. I went down to her slit, felt her plump lips with my fingers. I ran one across the slit and could feel juices escaping her. Her underwear beneath my hand was soaked.

I took my other hand from her ass and ran it up her torso to her tit, going underneath her bra immediately, which pushed our faces away from each other. She was bigger than I thought she would be, more than a handful, as I circled her nipple with my thumb, occasionally pinching it before switching to her other tit, she was looking down at my cock, which now was completely erect, quivering even.

She leaned in toward my face, my cock pressing up against her, her lips half on mine half on my cheek, her whole body was quivering. She spoke onto my face practically, her saliva staying on it and the outside of my lips.

“That’s closer to the size I remember you being, a bit bigger actually,” she said.

I pulled my hands out from under her underwear and gave her ass a good smack. I put my lips toward her and whispered, my own voice shaky.

“I think that’s enough for today.”

Then I gave her a quick kiss on her lips, which she reciprocated.

I sat down on the sofa, rock hard, breathing a bit heavier as she did the same. She stared at my cock, which was not going down. I started thrusting jokingly into the air. She laughed.

“You gonna take care of that?” She asked me.

“Are you?”

“Some other time,” she said. She walked by me toward the kitchen. I gave her ass a quick pinch again as she did, then went and got dressed.

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