This is another one of my experiences, this time with Sammi! You don’t have to read my previous experiences about Ryan sharing me with Ben to follow, but they’re in my profile if you’re interested. At this point, Ben had moved to the east coast almost a year prior and while we still talked, our sexual relationship had fizzled out shortly before he left.
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I [F23], had just graduated from college and moved an hour away for work. I’d landed a call center job and while it wasn’t what I imagined I’d be doing after graduation, it was a job with good benefits and I was able to afford my own place. My boyfriend, “Ryan” [M23], still shared an apartment with his band mate near my former campus. Being an hour apart meant we didn’t see each other during the week very much, but one of us would visit the other nearly every weekend.
In my opinion, the best part of my call center job was “Sammi” [F29]. Ryan had worked with Sammi in retail before – she was one of his managers when he and I first met. I hadn’t met her then, but when I started at the call center, Ryan remembered Sammi worked for the same company and said I should reach out to her to make a friend.
Sammi and I soon regularly met up for lunch. Call centers aren’t known for flexible break times, so sometimes Sammi would buy lunch for the both of us and meet me in the break room on my floor so we had my full 30min break to chat and laugh… and flirt. I was developing the biggest crush; I thought Sammi was too, but I wasn’t sure.
Sammi had soft brown eyes and a heart shaped face with full, pillowy lips. Her hair was thick and jet black, kept chin length with an undercut. She had a thick but athletic build with a great ass. We had a similar sense of humor and a lot of things in common. Our main difference is that she loved the outdoors and I avoided the sun at all costs (I’m painfully pale, and spf can only do so much). This is something she and Ryan had in common, and they’d bonded over that when they worked together.
Sometimes we’d all hang out on the weekend, meeting for happy hour, or she would join me to watch Ryan’s band perform. Ryan knew I’d fall for her, and he loved watching the chemistry between us grow. One Friday night, Ryan drove up to spend the weekend with me. We had plans to meet up with Sammi for brunch on Sunday before Ryan headed back to his place. I was really looking forward to it.
Ryan and I were naked, cuddling in bed after sex, and chatting while making out in our afterglow. Soon, though, Ryan brought up Sammi. “So are you going to make a move on her?” He was trailing his fingers up and down my inner thigh and it was so distracting I almost didn’t notice he’d asked me a question.
“I’m too nervous. Explaining that you’re ok with it won’t guarantee that she’s ok with it and, sure, *you* think she has a thing for me but I don’t know that,” I was rambling, but I didn’t know how to approach Sammi without being a huge cliche. I’m pansexual, but it wasn’t a new revelation for me. I’d been with women before, though it’d been a few years. While Josh was happy to share me occasionally, I hadn’t wanted anything more than fwb then.
But it felt more complicated with Sammi. I was nervous she’d feel used – like I was only approaching her to let out my sapphic urges. I was intensely attracted to her in a way I hadn’t felt about anyone else I’d been shared with. Ryan knew it, and he was having fun teasing me about her.
Ryan moved himself between my legs, fingering me, “Well, I think you should hang out together after brunch when I head back home. I think you should ask her if she’d want to do something more.”
I froze, watching him lower his face to gently lick and blow on my pussy. Torture. “Aaaah, okay. Okay, maybe,” I conceded.
Ryan gave me an evil grin and started licking me in earnest. I loved the way he fingered me roughly while sucking my clit. Briefly, I closed my eyes and imagined it was Sammi who had started to take long, hard licks from my entrance up, very slowly, to swirl around my hard, tiny nub and suck it into her mouth before letting it slip back out and start at my entrance again.
I opened my eyes, remembering that it was Ryan between my thighs, not Sammi, and I begged him to fuck me again before we went to sleep. He grinned and kissed his way up my stomach before prodding my entrance with the head of his cock.
“So you’ll ask Sammi out on Sunday?” He questioned.
“Ooh, absolutely do not attempt to hold sex over me to force me to make a move. I hate being cornered and you know it.” I narrowed my eyes at him, ready to roll over and close my legs for the night in defiance.
Ryan held his hands up in the air in mock surrender and entered me at the same time, “Sorry, babe. You’re right. I was playing dirty,” he pushed himself all the way in as he leaned forward to kiss my cheek. He started to fuck me rough, bottoming out over and over. I moaned his name. He kissed my earlobe and whispered, “Whose name did you want to call out while I was eating your pussy, though, hmm?” My eyes flew wide open and he laughed before shoving his tongue in my mouth so I could taste myself on his lips while we kissed. I came, harder than I had in awhile. I guess I had some thinking to do.
Sunday arrived quickly and Ryan picked out an outfit for me to wear to brunch. My hair was the longest it had ever been and I typically just put it into a messy bun these days. For brunch, though, I decided to do a French braid for something different. I put on a tinted moisturizer and some mascara before checking to see what I’d be wearing. Ryan picked out a black maxi skirt with slits up mid thigh on both sides, and a cropped black T-shirt with a light yellow crescent moon (it glowed in the dark!) on the front. A fluffy open cardigan over that and knee high nylons with combat boots gave me a witchy-emo vibe. He was wearing jeans, a vintage Marvel T-shirt and a flannel.
Sammi had a table for us when we got there. She’d already ordered me a mimosa with orange-cranberry juice and my heart fluttered. Under her moto jacket, Sammi had a dark green button up on that was left halfway unbuttoned, baring the skin between her breasts. My G cup tits would be out to party if I attempted that look, but her perky B cup mounds stayed tantalizingly hidden, sans bra.
I finished my mimosa and was brought a second before our food came out. Drinking on an empty stomach wasn’t my best idea, but my touchy-feely buzz settled in and I started playing footsie with Sammi under the table. She gave me a wink, but continued listening to Ryan telling a story about one of their old coworkers like nothing out of the ordinary was happening.
I finished my second mimosa and continued to flirt with Sammi. She seemed to enjoy it, but our friendship had always been flirty, so I still wasn’t sure if my feelings were reciprocated. Or even if they were, if she’d be interested in me when I was still with Ryan. Since our food was taking awhile, I excused myself to the bathroom.
This place had two single stall bathrooms, so I wasn’t surprised to hear a knock on the door as I was washing my hands. “Just a minute!” I called out, grabbing a paper towel and giving myself a once-over in the mirror. When I opened the door, Sammi was on the other side.
“Hey Darlin,” she said, smiling at me and stepping into the bathroom without giving me space to exit. She closed the door and locked it, “I just wanted to wash my hands. And… check in with you.” Sammi winked at me.
I wasn’t sure what to say, so I stood where I was and watched her start washing her hands in the sink. As she leaned over, I caught a glimpse down her shirt in the mirror. Her small mounds were peaked with hardened, dark nipples. I looked away quickly, and swallowed a moan. Sammi chuckled, and my eyes snapped to hers in the mirror. She saw me. Shit!
“Darlin, I’ve been enjoying the extra attention today, but I need to know what you want from this,” Sammi turned around and looked at me while she dried her hands. “I need to know what I’m getting into.”
I took some deep breaths and attempted to explain myself, “So. Ah… I’m really attracted to you. You are gorgeous, and hilarious, and so kind. Um. And… Ryan doesn’t mind …sharing me? Or… he would be ok sharing me with you…” I glanced at Sammi, who seemed to be amused. “Shit, I know this is cliche as hell, but I promise you aren’t an experiment to me. If you wanted this, I’d want it to be on terms you were okay with.”
When I looked up again, Sammi was right in front of me. She shushed me a bit, and reached out to take my hand, “Sounds like something to talk about. For now, I just wanna kiss you.”
I nodded my head, and Sammi’s lips pressed into mine, opening slightly and nibbling on my lower lip. Her tongue probed my mouth and I let her in. Her hands held onto my waist, and mine snaked around to grab her ass.
Sammi pressed me against the door, and brought a hand up to my neck, gently. I moaned. She pushed my hand up her shirt with her free hand before reaching through the slit in my skirt. As both of my hands began exploring under her shirt, finding her nipples, her hand traced designs on my thigh and butt. Keeping one hand on my throat, Sammi traced the fabric of my thong with her other hand until it disappeared between my cheeks. She pulled away from my kiss and pressed her forehead to mine, “I want to do things to you that I can’t in good conscience do in a public bathroom.”
We went back to the table, Ryan grinning at us conspiratorially, “Did you two have fun in there?” I rolled my eyes at him and smiled, picking up my fork to poke at the food that had arrived.
Before I could snark at him, Sammi replied, “Oh yes. And since you don’t mind, we’ll be having more fun later.”
Ryan was taken aback for a minute, but recovered quickly, “I was planning on driving back home after this, but I don’t suppose I should stick around for anything?” He gave Sammi a comical eyebrow waggle, knowing her answer already.
“Naw,” Sammi laughed, “still not a fan of dick. You won’t be getting an invitation.“
The rest of brunch went like it usually did between the three of us, although both Sammi and Ryan were more touchy feely with me.
After we paid the bill and headed out, Ryan turned to Sammi and me, “Right, well I was gonna drop my girlfriend off before heading down to my place, but I guess she could catch a ride with you?”
Sammi’s arm was around my waist, gently holding me to her, and caressing the hint of midriff peeking between my top and my skirt, “That sounds like a fine plan to me.” Sammi looked at me and gave a tiny squeeze. I smiled at her and nodded.
“Well, bye then,” Ryan carefully leaned in to kiss my forehead and whispered that he loved me. I kissed his cheek and Sammi led me to her car.
We decided to go back to my place because Sammi hadn’t seen it yet & I’d been to hers for a party weeks ago. It didn’t take long for me to give her a tour; my place was a studio. When I pulled back the curtains separating my bed-space from the living-space, I plugged in my purple fairy lights to make the little area more cozy than closet-y. Sammi hummed her appreciation.
“So,” I sat down on my comforter, looking at Sammi and fiddling with on of the slits in my skirt, “we should probably talk about whatever this is, yeah?”
Sammi stood directly in front of me, pushing my legs apart so she could be even closer, and wrapped her arms around me so my head was on her chest, “Yeah, darlin. Probably. We don’t have to plan it all out, though. We just got here. I just need to know a few things, then you ask what you need to know, and then I’m gonna start kissing you again. Ok?” I nodded.
Sammi put her hands on my cheeks to get me to look up at her, “I don’t need a label yet, but I’m not looking to be a secret on the side. Is that where you’re at?”
“Yes. I don’t want to keep you a secret.”
“I like PDA. I’m not closeted. I like you a lot, but I don’t want to hide. I’ll be appropriate at work, but we’re not in the same dept so there’s no need for secrecy.”
“Agreed. Especially with our friends and also at work, not a secret. I love PDA. I don’t know if everyone at work knows I’m pan, but it’s not a secret.”
“I’m competitive, but I don’t want to feel like I’m competing for you. I like you and Ryan together, and I’m not gonna get weird and make you choose. But I don’t want to feel like we have to wait for his permission to be together or let our relationship progress.”
“Yes… I, we, um. The dynamic you described – that you don’t want – is one that I’ve had before. I don’t want that with you, so I… told Ryan this and he wasn’t excited to lose that control, but he gets it. And he supports this, he’s been urging me to make a move,” I took a deep breath, “So it won’t ever be my intention to make you feel that way, and I don’t think Ryan will try to step in the way of us, but I hope that if either Ryan or I make you question your relationship with me that you’ll… tell me? So I can fix it?”
Sammi kissed me softly, “That’s just about everything I needed to know right now. You got anything you need from me?”
I didn’t have any questions for her, but I smiled and nodded anyway, “I really need more kisses.”
With that, Sammi pulled me into a kiss and laid me back down on the bed, situating herself on her side, slightly above me. We made out, just kissing and touching, removing clothes but nothing urgently. With Sammi, it felt like we had all the time in the world. I couldn’t tell you which one of us ended up naked first. But eventually we were tangled on the bed, me on top of her now, grinding a bit on each other while kissing. Sammi gave my nipple a sharp pinch that made me moan.
I slowly kissed my way down her neck, over her collarbone, and crested the hill of her breast to give her nipple some attention. I kept traveling slowly down, over her abdomen, appreciating her hip bones, and lazily kissing and licking her thighs.
“Oh darlin…” Sammi moaned quietly, “I think you overshot your mark. You, mhmm, missed a spot.”
I couldn’t help laughing as my tongue trailed slowly up her thigh, towards her slit, “Oh? I thought you’d enjoy the scenic route.” My fingers tested her entrance while I’d paused to snark back at her. Back between her thighs, her clit was exposed and looked so cute and inviting. I gave it a gentle lick as I pushed my middle finger all the way inside, then increased the pressure on her clit until Sammi’s back arched up from the bed and she grabbed my head with both hands, digging her fingers into my braid. I sucked on her clit and massaged it with my tongue, adding another finger in her pussy. Sammi was getting vocal and I loved it. She came, holding my head tightly between her thighs and bucking against my tongue and fingers. It’d been awhile, but I don’t think I’d ever been able to get another woman off quite so quickly before. I’d been nervous about my skills being rusty!
Sammi pulled me up to kiss me feverishly, before stopping to say, “Oh, girl, I’m keeping you.”
I laughed and felt so proud. Soon, Sammi’s fingers were exploring my folds, gently probing my entrance and putting just enough pressure on my clit to make me whine. Sammi flipped me over onto my back, entered her fingers into me again, while leaning over me and looking into my eyes. She leaned her pelvis against her hand and thrust into me slowly with three fingers, the friction on my clit was heaven. We kissed, and she cleaned up what was left of herself on my face.
When I thought I was about to cum, Sammi kissed me hard and then lowered herself down between my thighs. Her tongue explored my pussy, making me squirm and beg. I loved it. I needed more. “Sammi, I’m so close. Please. Stop being so gentle. Mmmph. You’re going to make me crazy,” I moaned loudly, trying to grind onto her, but her hands held my wrists down.
“Just a lil longer, you can do it.” Sammi whispered. I didn’t think I could, until finally she released my wrists and used her thumb on my clit to build the intensity of my orgasm. Her tongue was deep inside me, and when she slowly brought it out to replace her thumb with her tongue, my orgasm crashed down upon me. Sammi licked me gently as I came back to reality. Then she crawled up to spoon me and whispered, “Yep. Keepin you.”
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/jphxko/a_work_crush_ff_on_my_bfs_friend_mf
Very sexy babe.
Oh…that was nice!