If you want sex, go somewhere else. Also, I’m British, so pants = underwear, trousers = pants. Just. Yeah.
So, around February time this year, I met up with my friends at one of their houses for the day. One of the friends, let’s call them Will, had come down from up north for the a week or so to see the friends they’d left behind, and the select few which included my boyfriend and I, hung out at another friend’s house… We’ll call her Jo. Will’s boyfriend, he’ll be called Nick, lived down here, so they were all over each other all day, savouring every moment they had before Will had to go back the next day. My boyfriend, Owen (also not real name) and I hadn’t had any private time together for a week, and we were stressed about exams, so I guess we were hoping for some time alone together during that last day to let off some steam. I mean, the day before, we fondled in Jo’s closet, which signalled to me that we were horny, and things were soon going to get heated.
Before we continue. I must add some physical description. My name, will be Avery, if that’s necessary information. I’m mixed race, warm brown skin, dark wavy hair, deep brown eyes, 5″6ish, slim body, perky B cup breasts, and perky ass. My boyfriend has medium length-sort of surfer-blond hair, a lovely tan, blue eyes, is lean and broad shouldered, and is 5″11.
Alright. We continue.
I arrived at Jo’s before my boyfriend, and all of us hung out, but Jo was mad at her now ex, and snapchatting furiously, and Will and Nick were making me want affection from my boyfriend as they were cuddling so much. When he arrived, I stole him away to Jo’s room, kissed him silly, and then stopped when the others came in to chill. Jo declared she was going to dye her hair, and headed off to the bathroom, and so the couples were left alone.
We chatted for a while, put on a rock playlist, but then Will and Nick shifted from gentle kissing to making out. Owen seemed to want to follow suit. He started kissing me, with some British rock band in the background, then I was on my back and he was kissing and biting my neck. I could hear sucking from Will and Nick, and saw Nick giving Will the bajillionth hickey on their neck. Nick and I made eye contact at one point, which was uncomfortable and yet fun for the both of us, as we were making out with our respective partners. My desire was amping up to the tempo of the music, and with every kiss and riff, I felt myself getting more and more turned on. Thankfully, Will went off to help Jo rinse out the dye, and Nick followed suit, so the strange shared make-out session didn’t turn down an entirely different road.
Still, I knew I wanted Owen alone, and I wasn’t going to let the opportunity slip away.
For a while, we all hung out in the living room, just being stupid and comforting Jo over her nuisance of a boyfriend. We all knew that that ship was about to set sail. I found myself washing up lunch plates alone, singing to keep me company, and being complimented on my voice from the other room. But I couldn’t keep my mood up. Something in me, be it stress, worry or tiredness, compelled me to go and lie down in Jo’s bed. I knew I’d be leaving soon enough, I couldn’t stay as long as the others, and I think I was just pissed off by life. Once I layed down in bed, Nick came in to check on me, and then must’ve sent Owen in to cheer me up. Which he definitely was about to do.
He closed the door behind him, which I didn’t mind, I wanted privacy after all. After trying to cheer me up, which he did just by being there, he began to kiss my neck again. I turned to face him, and under the covers, I felt his hands begin to wander as his kissing got more heated. Oh boy. What were we about to do?
At that moment, someone knocked. ‘Come in,’ I said, and we saw it was Nick. There was an awkward moment that he grabbed a condom from Jo’s stash, basically told us to enjoy ourselves, and then left. After some sniggering, the mood set back in.
Owen undid my bra, and started to play with my nipples, which I responded to with panting as I bit his neck. ‘Yes,’ I said, as his hands paused above my flies. I undid them, and his hand went right to work whilst he sucked one tit and massaged the other. I knew I was in trouble. The mood had been building all day, and this was it. Perhaps the fact that we could’ve been caught made it hotter, but all I know is that things were about to get good.
We realised that under the bedsheets, it was hot, especially with clothes on still. So we kicked the covers down, exposing my breasts, torso, and soon, he’d pulled down my trousers and pants, so all the fun parts of me were out. He looked at me with this hunger, and kissed me all over, which encouraged stifled moans.
Then, his hand was on my clit, rubbing, before one or two fingers slid in, and made that ‘come here’ gesture. He started slow, and covered my mouth when necessary, which only turned me on more. I was painfully aware that the rest of the house was quiet, which was odd, but I was enjoying this too much to let it bother me. ‘Harder,’ I whispered, and at this he grinned. ‘Please.’ I was begging, which I don’t mind doing, so long as he begs after. He obliged.
I was too breathless to know what was going on. How many fingers, what he was doing. All I knew was that I’d never felt this good before when he’d done it. That might be because most of our adventures are outside in semi-public/public places, and require part of your mind to always be focusing on threats of being spotted… I might write about some of these instances another time….
My body started shaking, and even though I could tell he was getting tired, he didn’t let up. Maybe he switched hands. But I didn’t care. I was close. ‘Yes, yes, yes,’ was all I could utter.
Then a wave of shaking hit me, and my back arched as I gripped my hair to avoid digging my nails into his arm. If I could’ve, I would’ve moaned to high heaven. I wanted more, but it wasn’t the right time. Plus, I could see his dick getting hard through his jeans, and knew that needed amending.
I collapsed onto my back, and he cuddled me, as I let out little after moans. But I wasn’t going to let him go without a reward. I kissed him hard, then unzipped his flies, and after stroking it through his pants, I pulled out his 8″ dick. I began to stroke, massaging the tip, jerking, then fondling his balls at the same time. His moans, deep and freaking sexy, I stifled with kisses and shushing. His eyelids were fluttering, and body failed at staying still, as I changed speeds and grip. He told me to stop, pinched the tip, and laid there for a while, shaking. We cuddled, then got dressed and went to the bathroom to clean up, when we were stopped by a jammed door handle. I could hear a muffled giggle inside…. Will and Nick. So, we went back to the bedroom, waited, then when Will and Nick emerged, went to clean up.
Shortly after, we found out they had in fact been fucking in the bathroom. Jo had been on her phone this whole time in the living room. She was very clear that she didn’t mind us fucking, as long as it wasn’t in her bed… Technically Owen and I hadn’t broken the rule.
Owen and I have since been getting more adventurous, even with lockdown regulations in place.
And now, I know three things:
Foreplay is great.
My boyfriend is brilliant.
And maybe, through experiencing that hot make-out sess, I will explore some group options with Owen in the future, post-COVID 19.
TDLR: sexy time in a friend’s bed…. Would definitely do again.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/gijdn8/day_at_a_friends_house_turns_sexy_fm