My friend Brooke and I go way back. Brooke used to hook up occasionally with my best friend and party with us. Our mutual attraction started some time around then.
My friend broke things off with her and she and I started to chat a bit more often. We’d text about our days, our mutual heartbreaks over respective ex’s, and we generally became closer than we had before. She went away to school at the end of that summer and we texted nearly every day.
One Friday night we both got drunk and horny and hadn’t hooked up with anyone and we got to texting. The topics grew steamier – what have you done, what do you want to do, with who? At some point I hinted that I’ve wanted to fuck her for much longer than she’d realized, and she wanted to too.
The floodgates opened and my first sexting experience unfolded over weeks. We masturbated daily together, shared our nudes, shared our wants and needs and cravings.
Nobody knew. On the surface we were just close best friends, mutually grieving respective break ups in our friend circle. Privately we were dying to get our hands on each other from 300 miles away.
Around the same time she and my friend began to reconcile and we ended up visiting her at college. She and him got together again on that trip and she introduced me to a friend but that quickly petered out.
Over the years the tension remained somewhat below the surface. She dated my friend and we didn’t acknowledge the tension anymore.
One night, long after they broke up, she came over for her routine weekend visit with me in my new house. She’d been coming over to share wine with me every weekend and just chat. This particular night I was on one couch and she was on the other. Normally we’d put on some kind of late night HBO show and so we put on Katie Morgan’s sex Ed show and followed it with some Real Sex. It served as background noise until one of us looked up and saw some BDSM equipment.
We’d both been in severe dry spells at that point and with a buzz going it wasn’t hard to get into a discussion. Brooke commented on the straps and cuffs – “I miss that” she said. “Yeahhh, me too. There was this one time….”
We exchanged stories, our favorite times, who really got us going…
We started talking about how often we both masturbate. She said she even did it secretly on the phone with friends and got caught letting out a moan so she cleared her throat to pretend. It was clear we both were becoming hornier and hornier.
I realized I had to pee and couldn’t get up. My cock was rock hard, I had only mesh shorts on with no boxers, and my pre-cum had literally made a wet spot. I sat and didn’t say anything. It was one thing to be horny and have a sexual conversation but we’d literally not discussed our attraction in years at this point.
I looked over at her in her grey sweats and hoodie. She was looking down and kind of shifted her leg and adjusted her pants before laying back in a kind of curled up position. I knew I wasn’t imagining things. She was as wet as I was hard and she had inspected her grey pants to make sure I couldn’t see.
“Do you want to masturbate together?” I blurted out without thought
“What? No, Tom.” She replied, though I’d definitely caught her off guard.
I’d love to say here’s where the fun starts but no, we discussed it, what would happen if we did, how she’d need to fuck me if we started out masturbating, and eventually deciding that we’d not do it because we didn’t know what would happen to our friendship. She went home and I immediately went to my bed and masturbated until I exploded everywhere. I have zero doubts she was doing the same that night.
Why is tension so fucking hot?
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/lqj9hc/sexual_tension_reaches_a_boiling_point_with_my