Hatefucking my ex best friend (m/f)

Edit: Well sorry guys, this story came out a lot longer than I thought it would. Thanks for reading and hope you enjoy it.

A few weeks ago I returned back to my home town to visit my family before starting grad school off on the other side of the country. I saw a handful of friends here and there, but mostly hung around home. As I’ve grown older, I have kept in touch with fewer and fewer of my high school friends, to the point where I only speak to two or three, but only when I’m back home. However, I have them all added on facebook so pictures of them usually pop up every now and then so I can see how they’re doing.

Several days ago, one of the friends I still keep in contact with went to a party and met my ex best friend there, and he told me about it. To keep it simple, the reason she is an “ex” best friend was due to us taking different paths in our lives. I was furthering my education while she dropped out of college and spent the last three YEARS lounging around off of her dad’s money. I would understand if she dropped due to financial trouble, or if she felt the program was not the right fit, but she instead spent the past 3 years at home, meeting and hanging out with her rich, private college friends, partying, and spending away without a care in the world. Her complete lack of desire to move forward with her life appalled me, and I did not want to have that kind of a person be the one I called my best friend. She literally got into an argument with me once I pointed out her aimless wandering and in a rage just deleted me off of all social media. I haven’t talked to her since.

Sorry for the short rant, but that’s not the only reason I hated her. Throughout high school, we were very close and would be very comfortable with each other. We could tell each other absolutely anything we wanted with no bounds, and there were no secrets between us (except a few). Inevitably (to stick to the nature of this subreddit), we would talk a lot about sex. We would tell each other when we were horny, what our turn ons were, teaching each other how to please the opposite gender all through talk and text. Of course, a lot of these conversations got me incredibly horny, and I had always wanted to fuck her. Yet she was always such a tease, pulling away from our sexual conversations as soon as I got a little bit too into not. We never had sex, and never even came close to a kiss. One of my fondest memories was when she once jokingly rubbed my groin while I was getting a drink of water during a break in tennis practice. Honestly, it was out of the blue and more of a wtf moment, and all she did was laugh it off. She was that kind of girl.

Anyways, after my friend met her that day, she texted me and said we should meet up for a coffee at the one place we would always go, where I would just get some water (hooray for being a frugal minded person, even when I was a high schooler) while she would get the most expensive cappucino. To be honest, I was leaving for grad school soon, so I said fuck it why not, I’m getting older and am having fewer and fewer friends left to talk to, what’s the harm in rekindling an old friendship. So I agreed and made plans for me to pick her up since her dad was taking her car to work for some reason.

So the next day I actually put in some effort to look presentable, but nothing over the top. I called her when I got outside her house but her dog came out before she did. Honestly her dog was incredibly cute, just like a small cloud of cuddliness, and I had missed him so much. I got out of my car and brought him to her garage and found her standing next to the doorway. She looked the same as she had always been, just a tinge of makeup to accentuate her sweet features. She apologized and asked me to bring her dog in and help put him in his cage before we left, and so I did.

After I put him in and washed my hands, I finally came face to face with her, and to be honest, it was a bit awkward at first. Social eptness was never my thing, so I knew she would make the first move. And so she did: she legitimately bear hugged me with a strength that seemed impossible for a 110 pound girl standing at just over 5”2. She held on for the longest time before I felt light sobs as she slowly pulled away. She told me she had missed me a lot and everything we had been. To be honest, I had moved on, but had still held on to the nostalgia. She hugged me tight again but this time left her cheeks touching mine. I told her I missed her as well.

That’s when she kissed me. I was surprised at first but didn’t really stop her. Maybe I should have. But instead I reciprocated and grabbed her waist while she put her arms around my neck. Fast forward five minutes and we were on the couch all hot and heavy. I grabbed her ass so much, trying to make up for all of the hormones I felt back in high school. She ended up on my lap as I sat on the couch, and we took a break from making out for her to take her shirt off. Me being the suave handsome guy I am, I immediately reached for her bra strap and got that off (on the first try!) High school me had mastuebated to the thought of just catching a glimpse of her tits but here I was. I dove in with my mouth, and sucked and squeezed her tits while she moaned.

After a bit she got off of me, so I took my shirt off as well. She grabbed our clothes and rushed up the stairs as I followed to her room. We fell on to her bed and made out some more. Soon enough our pants came off as she started rubbing me over my boxers. As I lay down on bottom, she started going down on me slowly, kissing my neck and chest before reaching my stomach, then kissing my cock through my boxers. I was already as hard as a diamond, and it literally sprung out as she pulled my boxers off and started blowing me. I’m going to be honest, it wasn’t the greatest physically, but the fact that I had fantasized about this girl for years and years made it the best experience.

Before I could cum, I got her up and helped take her underwear off. She had a pretty pussy, completely waxed and fun to rub. I ran my fingers along those lips a few times before going down on her. I didn’t do it long before she reached over to her bedside drawer and pulled out a condom. I didn’t hesitate putting that on and lining up my cock directly with her pussy. I went in slowly, but I quickly fully entered her and we started having sex. Oh man, 17 year old me would have be so proud of me.

We went at it in missionary for a while as I reached down and kissed her as I fucked her. After a bit, I flipped her over and we started doing doggystyle. Just something in that moment sparked in me, as all of the memories of being blue balled by her sexual texts came rushing at me. I leaned over her and grabbed her tits with my hands as I railed her from behind, her moaning with each pump. I felt almost barbaric while I kept fucking her from behind, and soon enough I was ready to cum. Like a good girl, she took the condom off and started jerking me off in her mouth until I came, while looking at me right in the eyes. She swallowed every drop as I literally fell over exhausted in bed.

She lay down next to me for a while and we cuddled, not a word spoken, reminiscent of how we spent many nights several years ago. But this time, I had accomplished what teenage me had never been able to do. I finally fucked her, and felt a terrible satisfaction deep inside me.

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