Aside from the sex-capades, my best friend (turned friends-with-benefits) Mitch [M22] and I had a normal, stable relationship. I’d enthusiastically drag him to the latest indie film, and he’d bring me food hopping across the university town. Mitch was particularly fond of persian and indian food, and given how many times we went for shawama, I had developed a taste for it.
But that wasn’t the only taste I developed.
After we had broken down the friend wall and gotten more intimate, we couldn’t seem to keep our hands off each other. There was something addicting about the feeling of skin on skin, of having bruised and swollen lips. My special favorite was walking into class freshly fucked, still a bit out of breath and with that half-smirk, half-smile on my face. We’d sit opposite sides of the classroom to avoid suspicion, but with sweat on my forehead and my hair smelling of men’s musk, I doubt it went without notice.
We had just wrapped up an afternoon movie at the nearby cinema and were walking back to the campus at a leisurely pace. I stopped to pet a stray cat.
“What the hell do we actually have to do in class today, just the lecture?” Mitch asked, stretching his arms up and over his head.
“Mmhm.” I replied. A sudden shadow blocked the sunlight I had previously been enjoying. The cat fled; I pouted. “Hey-”
“The professor posts the slides online anyway.”
“Haven’t we played hooky enough this semester?”
“Barely. C’mon. Let’s fuck.”
One thing I was really getting to enjoy was how casual and straightforward our sex was. So, we diverged and headed instead to my condo apartment. I snuck Mitch past the guards at the front desk and double-tapped my gate pass on the scanner to let him in. The elevator lines were non-existent at this hour, to our luck, and we were the only ones on the way up.
As the doors closed, I found myself pressed up against the wall, angled away from the security camera. “Can’t you wait a bit?”
“Nope.” He grinned down at me with a look that made me think he was about to take me. Right there, in the elevator, cameras or not.
I ducked out of his grasp. “Too bad, babe.”
The elevator doors slid open just in time. He brushed past me towards my unit, pulling out his copy of the keys which I had given him a week or so prior. Thankfully, the hallway was devoid of tenants at this hour. We made it into the apartment without being noticed. Once getting inside, I turned to lock the door and pull off my heels. Mitch was busy making himself comfortable on the bed, his stuff and shoes already thrown underneath the nearby side-table where they wouldn’t trip me up.
We spent the entirety of four hours pleasing each other, exploring and mapping out one another’s skin. I was kinky, he was sweet. A reversal of how our usual friendship dynamic worked. For the first time, I topped and let him teach me how to ride him. I loved it when he was rough, fingers digging into the sides of my hips and nose bumping my own as we made out. In bed, I let him take me, pound me as deep as he could go while I begged for it. *Harder. Rougher. Don’t hold back, please*. Since the apartment was full of college students or foreign expats of questionable employment, we didn’t care about keeping our voices down. The walls were almost paper-thin anyway. Why not give ’em a show?
Mitch was making me feel good, and I made sure he knew it. I indulged him, letting him do he wanted to me. When my pussy couldn’t take it anymore, I went on my hands and knees, back arched. My mind was lost in a haze of lustful pleasure. I needed him in my ass, and he was more than happy to oblige, his fingers in mouth as I moaned around them.
He finally came, pulling out and shooting his load on the small of my back. We collapsed on the bed, panting. I rolled over and pressed my face to his side, breathing in the smell of our mixed sex. We stayed like that for close to an hour.
Still a little drowsy, I got up and reached for my panties on the floor, slipping them on. Tossed carelessly nearby was his football jersey, and I threw that on as well. Relishing in the fact that the coldness of the room was making my nipples hard against the fabric. Across the room, there was a small light and a vibrating noise from my desk.
“Your dad’s calling.” I snatched the phone from the table and dangled it in front of his face.
His eyes shot open. “Shit, what time is it?!” Mitch sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed, reaching for me to wrap his arms around my waist and pull me in-between his legs. He tugged the hem of the shirt I was wearing up, exposing my breasts to his eye-level and devouring them greedily with his gaze.
I heard an angry voice on the other side of the line- and accompanied by Mitch’s expression changing from turned on to a cringe- assumed he was getting chewed out. I decided to lessen the blow.
Sinking slowly to my knees in-between his legs, I sidled up to the foot of the bed. He was still half-naked in the darkness of the apartment, with the binds drawn over the window to keep out the city lights. My mouth found what it was looking for…I gave the tip of his dick just the tiniest lick. My hands, I kept on top of his knees, fingertips light, just ghosting the surface of his skin. Teasing.
“No, Pa, I’m on the way home.” I heard him inhale sharply, as I suckled on the shaft. Slowly, slowly, taking every single inch past my lips and into my warm wetness.
“I’m sorry, okay. It’s traffic.” His voice cracked a little. My level of success rose; I felt his fingers slipping into my hair. He tugged possessively. I sucked harder, swirling my tongue around right where I knew it felt good.
He looked down at me, and I could have swore his cheeks were slowly turning a shade of red. Meeting his eyes, I winked. I can’t remember when he exactly hung up the phone. His grip had gotten stronger, and another hand found it’s way into my hair, then to my breasts and already-sore nipples.
I’m happy to say I’m on the of those girls who doesn’t have a gag reflex. And this fact in particular, I was eager to exploit. I took it all, every inch, feeling so deliciously dirty as he pumped in and out, putting me at the mercy of his jurisdiction.
“Oh, shit. I’m gonna cum if you keep at it.” He murmured roughly. I took that as a challenge. My reward came after a minute or so, with a tongue-swirl and my nipples rubbing against the insides of his thighs, he came. Like the rule-breaker I was, I spit the cum down on my chest, letting it drip over my skin and run down like candle wax. It felt so slutty yet so fulfilling at the same time, bringing a man to sexual satisfaction like that.
“I thought you said you don’t blow, and all this time you can deep-throat like a pro?” Mitch goaded me with a light tone, laughing breathily.
“Special case, Sherlock, don’t expect it again.” I purred, wiping my lips as we got dressed. After that, I good-naturedly kicked him out of the apartment. We had class together the next morning anyway.
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