[M]ore Than [F]riends

More Than Friends

Before I get into this, I apologize for the length, but I thought the details would be very important. Feel free to skip to the juicy parts if you’d like.

Ashley and I were always that couple that just couldn’t get the timing right. In fact, we spent almost 5 years trying to get it right. We were always friends, but it took a long time to become any more.

2015: I had just received a promotion at my job, moving up from one department to another. It had not been my year emotionally and I was struggling. The promotion helped, but I hadn’t quite recovered. Just shortly after I started the new position, I met Ashley. She worked for an outside company that we worked with, providing courtesy and loaner vehicles to our customers. I remember the first time I saw Ashley. She’s a little shorter than me, about 5’5, with long, black hair and an ass to die for.

I was rather shy around her at first, and most communication was done over the phone. But the more and more I talked to her, the more and more I found myself thinking about her. We started talked a little bit here and there when she would come in, but I never worked up the courage to ask her out. After about a year, she ended getting a job with one our our sister companies, which meant that I saw her a lot less. We did run into each other once during a holiday party for our companies. We had a drink and talked for while, where I learned more about her and her life as a single parent.

Fast forward to 2017. We still kept in touch on Facebook, but had not spent any more time together. One day, she randomly messaged me asking a question about one of her customer’s vehicles that we had been working with. This conversation led to her telling me that she was unhappy with her current job and that she wanted to make a change. I told her that we had an opening and that she should apply for it. In the meantime, I mentioned to my boss that she would be willing to transfer. He called her and offered her a job. Shortly after, she started working with me.

This is where things started to take off. After she started, I got a shift change. We worked opposite shifts, but they overlapped, so we still saw each other for several hours. We spent a lot of time together, and would often joke and laugh with each other while things were slow. One day, she asked me for a ride home because the night before, she went out with some friends and lost her keys. After finding out I lived less than 10 minutes from her, I happily told her I would.

The drive to her house was fun. I turned on some music I knew we both liked and we jammed out on the the entire time. When I pulled in to her driveway, she thanked me and then asked if I wanted to go out with her and some of her friends that night. As much as I wanted to say yes, I actually had plans that night and couldn’t go. I told her I needed a rain check and she said she would keep that in mind.

A few weeks later, her birthday rolled around. This time, I got invited and was able to go! The plan was that we were going to go catch a hockey game and then go out drinking afterwards.

We went to hockey game, and had a blast. We got a little buzzed, and when our home team won, she gave me a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. It was at this point, I decided I was making a move that night.

We Uber’d to the bar and met some of our friends there. After several rounds, and a few hours later, we were sufficiently intoxicated. We both decided to just take the same ride back to her house, and I would get a ride home.

As we were waiting outside for our ride to show up, she looked at me and said:
“I’m really glad you came tonight. I’ve had so much fun.”

“I’m glad you invited me. This is the most fun I’ve had in awhile” I replied. She moved closer to me and that’s when I went in and kissed her. We kissed for what felt like forever, and then her phone went off. We stopped, and I could see she was trying not to smile. She looked down at her phone and then said that our ride was there to pick us up.

The entire 20 minute ride home, we could barely keep our hands off each other. If it were for the fact that we had a completely stranger driving us home, I’m pretty sure we would’ve fucked right there in the back seat.

We made it back to her house, and, trying to be a gentleman, I walked her to the front door. We kissed again, and then she stepped back and walked over to the driver. I didn’t catch what she told him, but as she walked away from the car, he put it into gear and left.

“Hey! Where’s he going??” I said.

“I don’t know” she replied. “But, I told him you didn’t need a ride anymore.” She then unlocked her front door, grabbed my hand, and pulled me inside.

I barely got a chance to look around when she pulled me back to her and started kissing me again. We kept this up for a few minutes before she grabbed my hand and led me upstairs.

We were upstairs and in her bedroom in a flash. She quickly cleared her bed of some blankets and covers and I started to take my clothes off. She got down to her bra and panties and I climbed on top of her.

We continued making our and explored each other’s mouths. My hands slowly moved from top to bottom and my right hand found its way into her panties. She was smooth, just the way I like it.

My middle finger found her clit and she let out a gasp. I moved my mouth from hers to her neck and she began to moan even more. At this point, I felt her hand grab my dick and start to slowly jerk it.

I couldn’t take it anymore and reached to pull my boxers all the way off. She did the same with her underwear and grabbed me and pulled me in.

I felt my dick overflow with precum as she placed me just outside her pussy. I slowly thrusted forward and entered her. I had long wondered what she felt like and it was beyond anything I expected. She was perfect. Not too tight, but tight enough that I could feel every ridge. I slowly started to thrust back and forth and my mouth found its way to her nipples.

She didn’t seem too into that, so I went back to kissing her. “I love that” she whispered in between gasps of breath. This made me kiss her even harder.

Eventually, we changed it up and I ended up on my back. She got on top and put me back inside her.

Now, I was thoroughly enjoying the pace we were at, but she wanted more. She started to pick up the pace and began slamming herself up and down. I grabbed her hips and began to pull her into me with every thrust. After about a minute of this, her facial expression started to change and I could tell she was on the verge of an orgasm.

“Cum for me baby. Cum for me.” I whispered. As I said this, I felt her body tremble and her pussy tightened.

“Fuck. Oh my god! Fuck!” she shouted as her orgasm came over her. She rolled off of me and to the side. She was still breathing heavy as she kissed me and said “I think it’s your turn.”

I climbed back on top, and entered her again with a hard thrust. I leaned down and kissed her again

“Now fuck me” she said and I did just that. I picked up the pace until I could feel that familiar feeling in my balls. The tingling feeling started moving up my shaft and I knew what was about to happen.

“Fuck, I’m about to cum”

“Give me that cum baby. Give it to me.”

I thrusted as hard as I could a few more times until I felt rope after rope shoot deep inside her pussy. After about a minute or so, I pulled out and collapsed to the side. We cuddled up and fell asleep.

I ended up staying the night, and the next morning we fucked again. Hands down the best sex of my life, and 8 months later, we are still together.

TL;DR: Guy gets out of the friend zone and into her pussy.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/hg4mbu/more_than_friends