Those first few years of my early twenties felt much like the college years before them: I didn’t move too far from my college town—and neither did many of my college friends—so we mostly stayed in touch and continued hanging out.
Although we were all making our way in the world, that didn’t mean we were suddenly different people. With no one was this more true than Kim.
Kim and I had been friends for a few years, but—as one might expect—our graduation trip the year before had changed things a bit. Although we’d never really discussed that night of mutual masturbation we shared, but we both clearly never forgot.
One night after a party in my apartment, Kim and I had some sort of stupid argument (as friends sometimes do), and we ended up alone at the end of the party to talk it out. I ended up next to Kim on the couch with my arm around her, likely consoling her over whatever it was that was really bothering her.
Kim’s party outfits usually suited her well, and that night was no exception: she was wearing short shorts and a tube top, which showed just enough of her fit body to distract me into thinking the (perhaps) wrong things. As I sat there with my arm around her bare shoulders—holding her as she leaned her head on my shoulder—I became very aware of two things: one, that she and I were very much alone, and two, that I was starting to get a bit turned on.
I continued tossing this over in my mind, all the while trying to not let on to Kim how I was feeling; then, Kim lifted her head and looked me in the eyes. It was one of those moments where, as crazy as your own thoughts might be, you suddenly knew you were looking at someone else thinking the same thing. Before I could further process what was happening, Kim and I were making out.
It was relatively tenuous at first, but as we both passed on the option to stop and leave things there, things began to get more intense. Kim leaned into me even more, and started running her hands under my shirt up and down my back and sides, our tongues darting in and out of each other’s mouths as she did. In turn, although I was still struggling to play it cool, I was soon running my hands just barely under Kim’s shirt and all over her sides, lower back, and fit stomach; when my hand brushed the naval piecing she rarely showed off, my dick suddenly got hard.
Concerned that Kim would feel my growing hardness and be somehow offended, I started to angle my body away from her a bit. She, however, seemed to have no such concerns, and she was soon leaning into me so much that I ended up laying flat on the couch with her on top of me. At this point, there wasn’t any question about how I was feeling; with her whole body on top of mine, Kim had to know how hard she was making me.
Our making out and groping continued, and soon my hands were up under Kim’s shirt completely; she wasn’t wearing a bra, and so I had no trouble directly rubbing her breasts and nipples as we made out. Kim surprised me by suddenly sitting up and pulling off her shirt entirely, throwing it aside and exposing her small-but-shapely tits, hard nipples, and tight stomach.
Kim quickly lowered herself back down on top of me to keeping making out, but my focus had shifted to her chest. As she lowered herself back down, I took each of her breasts in my hands and licked them in turn, making sure to take my time sucking on each (with special attention to those pert nipples). “Oh, fuck yeah,” Kim suddenly moaned, seemingly surprising even herself with her bluntness. I didn’t mind; Kim’s tits tasted sweetly of her perfume and glistened with a sexy, sweaty glow.
By this point, I was rock hard, and was certainly comfortable seeing where the night was going to take us. Kim soon became disinterested in being the only partially naked one between us, and started to pull off my shirt (I was happy to
help her get it off). Our making out further intensified, and Kim started to moan even more as our bare chests—as well as our still-clothed crotches—continued to rub together with increasing vigor.
My hands found their way down Kim’s back to her ass; taking a chance, I ran my hands under her shorts and panties, resting them on her bare skin (I was surprised to find how skimpy her panties felt; it got me strangely excited to think that Kim had somehow—on some level—matched her underwear to our encounter.). She didn’t seem to mind that I was touching her bare ass; as I began to firmly squeeze her round cheeks, she moaned in agreement. Soon, Kim was reaching down the front of my pants, and was rubbing my dick through my jeans. My jeans were barely keeping my hard dick inside at this point, and I could tell Kim knew this as she felt for my fly.
I reached down and undid my jeans; once unfastened, Kim lowered my fly and began rubbing my dick over my underwear. We were intensely making out all this time, our mouths exploring one another as our hands did the same; just as I was hoping she would, Kim then pulled my dick free from my underwear and into the humid air.
Kim started to slowly stroke my dick as her bare tits rubbed against me, and I knew that—if things continued like this—I was going to cum soon. Kim seemed aware; “You like this?” she asked genuinely as I somehow managed to get even harder.
“This is fuckin’ amazing,” I didn’t hesitate to say in response. Perhaps too bold, but I couldn’t be bothered to care. Kim smiled, stroked my dick a little harder, and asked me if I had a condom. I quickly got up and ran to my room to find a condom (it’d been a while since I’d needed one, so it took me a minute or two).
When I returned to the living room, I found Kim still sitting on the couch . . . now completely nude and slowly rubbing her clit. My cock throbbed at the unexpected sight; Kim was siting with her legs curled to the side underneath her, and she met my eyes with a shockingly seductive smile. “Welcome back,” she said.
Since Kim was completely nude, I didn’t overthink completely stripping down myself before walking over to sit back down on the couch, a condom in my hand and my rock-hard dick between us.
Kim moved closer to me, gave my dick a slow stroke, and said as she looked me in the eyes “I want to feel you inside me.” It took all I had not to cum on her warm hand right there. I had to admit that it somehow felt right; perhaps fucking away our argument was the way to go, and I suddenly wanted to give Kim all I had.
I leaned over and started to kiss her again; she broke off the kiss and stood up. “Why don’t you put that on?” she suggested, nodding toward the condom in my hand. I quickly complied. Kim turned around, and with her back now to me, straddled me as she reached down between her legs and grabbed my dick. She held my cock as she slowly lowered herself onto it and began to gently ride me.
I remember exactly how Kim felt as she methodically worked herself on my dick: how tight and wet she was, how her legs felt as they straddled mine, how her taut ass felt bouncing up and down on my thighs, and all the low and sexy moans she made as she worked me deeper and deeper inside of her. Suffice to say, Kim felt amazing, and the relative suddenness that found us unexpectedly fucking in my living room was also incredible.
Before long, I knew I was really close to cumming; “You’re going to make me cum soon,” I whispered in Kim’s ear. Kim responded by taking my hands and moving them from their place on her hips up to her breasts. “Don’t cum just yet,” she turned around and said, “I’m really close, too.” I continued to do my best to hold off, but feeling Kim’s perfect tits bounce faster-and-faster in my hands—in tandem with her increasingly heavy breathing, moaning, and deep writhing on my dick—was making it nearly impossible.
Kim continued to ride my cock, now bouncing up and down even faster. I then felt Kim reach down and rapidily begin to finger her clit, her fingers brushing against my balls as she did. “Oh, I’m getting there! I’m getting there!” she started to loudly moan, “I’m going to cum!” Kim started to bounce harder on my cock, and before I knew it, I could feel her spasms working my cock rhythmically as her ass and wet slit slapped against me.
“Fuck; I’m cumming!” Kim yelled. Kim was grinding down on me as wave after wave of pleasure hit her, and I was loving every sensation. “I can’t believe I’m cumming on you,” she continued to moan, “You’re making me cum!”
“Oh . . . that was amazing,” Kim said as her orgasm subsided and she slowed her rocking on my cock. Although she was slowing down and starting to catch her breath, I was still teetering on the verge of my own orgasm, and Kim’s residual spasms on my dick started to send me over the edge.
“Oh, shit; now I’m going to cum,” I moaned as my hips started to buck involuntarily in and out of Kim’s dripping slit, “I’m gonna cum for you!” I blurted out. In what seemed like one solid motion, Kim stood up, turned around, and yanked the condom off my dick as she lowered herself to the floor. “I want to feel your cum on me,” she said as she started quickly stroking me off, “cum on my tits.” With a sly smile, she broke her silence about that trip and added, “I’ve missed your cum on my tits.”
It wasn’t as though I had much of a choice (not that I would have wanted one): I started to buck and thrust in and out of Kim’s hand as my orgasm hit. “Oh, shit; here we go!” I said as wave after wave of pleasure overtook the moment and thick ropes of cum started to shoot from my dick. Although I at first had my head thrown back and eyes closed as my orgasm hit, I had sense enough to not miss what was going on entirely, and soon I was looking at Kim as my cum continued landing on her tits and neck. The look on her face was equal parts surprise and enjoyment; she looked up and we made eye contact, which suddenly felt like almost enough to make me cum all over again.
Once my orgasm subsided, Kim stood up and sat back on the couch next to me, running her fingers curiously over her chest and through the stickiness that now coated it.
We ended the evening somewhat how we’d started it—two friends sitting on a couch together, one with their arm around the other, one resting their head on their friend’s shoulder—but now we were both naked, sweaty, and in the afterglow of an intense and satisfying experience.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/haa40m/mf_from_platonic_friends_to_makeup_sex