[M]y Best [F]riend Part 2

Again, on mobile. Check my post history for Part 1. This one is shorter but it’s all still there.

I woke up before Emmy the next morning. My thoughts were swarming with what happened, what would come next, and with hunger. Unable to go back to sleep, I slipped out of bed and headed to the kitchen.

I always liked cooking, so I figured I’d see what her parents had in the fridge and make breakfast for the two of us. I found some bacon and eggs and let the stove heat up while I searched for an apron. Definitely wasn’t going to burn myself with bacon grease!

Soon after I started, Emmy came into the kitchen. I stood dumbstruck for a minute by her naked body. I still wasn’t used to seeing my best friend that way.

“How are you feeling?” I asked her.

“I’m a little sore from using muscles I didn’t know I had, but I slept so well. Did NOT expect to wake up to the smell of bacon, though.”

As we ate breakfast, we talked like two friends sharing a meal. We just happened to be nude at the time. It was surprisingly not awkward, but I couldn’t help taking glances at her.

As we finished, Emmy said “I need a shower? Want to join me?”

“Uhhhh…yeah. Sure!”

With that I followed her upstairs and into her bathroom. The shower consisted of us spending way more time touching each other’s bodies than it did actually getting clean. Admittedly, though, I spent a lot of time playing her boobs. I loved the way they felt in my hands. She spent extra time cleaning my balls, rolling them gently in her hand.

After drying off, we returned to her bed. We lay beside each other, talking. My erection from the shower had subsided by the time the conversation shifted to the previous night’s adventure. She decided to sit on top of me as we discussed what we liked, how things felt, and just discussed the whole experience in great detail as we did with most things in our life.

My dick began to grow hard again with the sight of her on top of me and remembering the events of the previous night. Seemingly subconsciously, she began to rock her hips back and forth. I could feel her getting wet, too.

“Uhhhh…Emmy. Don’t start something you can’t finish. I really don’t want to get blue balls.”

“What’s blue balls?”

“It’s when a man gets really excited but can’t…uhhhh…get release. And his balls start to hurt. Bad.”

“Well, we don’t want that. And don’t worry, I can finish what I start.”

She smirked and guided my dick into her. Sliding down slowly, the now familiar warmth engulfed me. She began to moan as she lifted herself back up and my thumb went to her clit. I rubbed circles and tried to match her thrusts, but we got out of sync and she slid off me.

“Try rocking your hips, Emmy.”

She put me back in her and began to rock her hips back and forth. I placed my thumb back on her clit and let her motions do the work.

“Oh, fuck! That feels amazing.” Emmy practically shouted as she tightened on me.

My free hand began to squeeze and caress her boob. I rolled her nipple between my fingers. Her moans got louder, her muscles tighter, and her movements faster. I could feel my own orgasm building but tried to hold back.

“Ahhhhhhhh!” Emmy moaned as she came. She collapsed on top me and I rolled us over and quickly pulled out. It didn’t take more than a few strokes before I was shooting my cum across her stomach and bush.

We laid in our post ecstasy stupor for a while, but Emmy had to leave to go meet up with her girlfriends.

“Talk to you later?” She asked as we dressed and shared another kiss.

“Sure!”

I went home and tried to process the weekend’s events. After dinner I retired to my room to watch some TV. Around 9, I got a text from Emmy.

“You up?”

“Yeah, watching TV.”

“Can I come over? I need to talk.”

My heart sank. My anxiety was in overdrive and with my bipolar I was a little depressed, fearing the worst.

“I’ll go unlock the front door.”

Emmy came up a few minutes later, dressed in her pjs.

“Sorry to come over so late.”

“It’s ok. What’s up?”

Emmy climbed into my bed and laid her head on my chest.

“What we did this weekend was amazing. And it kills me that no matter how hard I try, I don’t see an us. Like, I see us growing up and always being close, but my brain has a block on anything more than that.”

“I get it.” I said. “Our relationship is one of a kind. I’ve never even tried to picture a future of us. But of course my anxiety, honestly, has me expecting you to realize you screwed up and/or we can’t be friends.”

“NO!” She shouted. “Actually, it’s the opposite. I’ve opened a side of me that, frankly, I didn’t know I had. You know me, I’m not into the hookup culture, but want to be ready when I meet the right guy.”

Emmy went silent for a minute, then continued.

“I guess what I’m asking is…”

“Friends with benefits?” I finished for her.

“Yeah” she replied, almost shamefully.

“You’re right. One day we’ll both find the right person. We are, unfortunately, incredibly idealistic and won’t settle. So, ground rules: our friendship always come first and not when in relationships. Ok? I mean, I do feel like this afternoon was embarrassingly short on my part, I like how confident I feel in my body at the moment, and this side of you…and me…is new and different.”

“Deal. Can I spend the night?”

“Of course.”

And with that, we went to sleep. Comfortable in our new arrangement.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/gn2gh8/my_best_friend_part_2