[mf] From Enemies, to Fuck Buddies, to Friends m25 f26

I was a dude slut until my early 30’s. Here are the stories. Few people know them.

I first met Kate at a Fourth of July party. To this day I still don’t know why, but she hated me from hello. We had no history whatsoever. We both got invited to the party by the hosts, who were mutual friends of ours.

For the next few months, it became a joke in our social circle: Kate hates NashVillage isn’t that hilarious?

At the time I was 26, she was 27. Kate is your classic hipster chick: dark eyes, long dark hair, almost always wears black, Doc Martens, and thick-framed glasses. She was definitely attractive but for whatever reason all the guys in her world treated her like a sister.

To be honest, her deciding that she didn’t like me for no reason started to get annoying after a while. But, I didn’t return the vibe. I thought she was pretty and, when she got drunk she’d back off and was actually kind of pleasant to be around.

I know exactly when the tables turned. We were all out bar hopping one weekend and found a bar that wasn’t too crowded, so we grabbed some tables and stayed there. This guy started sniffing around our group and trying to talk up the girls. Nothing out of the ordinary. The drunker he got, the more relentless he became.

We were all in a circle outside having a cigarette when this guy called Kate a bitch for committing the crime of not wanting to be hit on by a drunk asshole. I was the only other person who noticed and told him it was time to go. My friends asked if something happened. “Yeah, this guy just called Kate a bitch.” And that’s all it took for everyone to run him out of there.

From that moment the ice between Kate and I began to thaw. She didn’t suddenly become my best friend, but she stopped acting like my presence was the worst thing in the world.

We began to peacefully co-exist. A few months passed and a new spot opened that had bar trivia on Thursday nights. We all started a team and it became a pretty regular thing.

On one such night, only me, Kate and 2 girls that she knew better than I did showed up. I thought about bailing but decided to hang since the other girls were always nice to me and I wanted to have some drinks.

We half-heartedly played the game and had a few more rounds after it was over. We ended up having a fun night. It was getting late, so we all tabbed out and said our goodbyes. As I was waking to my car my phone buzzed. It was a text from Kate. We had never solo texted before.

“You wanna come over?” I was confused but also pretty buzzed and never made wise decisions back then. “Sure. Address?” Turned out she lived just down the street from the bar.

I pulled up to her place and she was sitting on her front porch smoking a cigarette and drinking a beer.

“You want a beer?” She said.

“Uh sure” I replied. When she came back out I asked “so…why am I here?”

She chuckled and looked away with an annoyed look on her face. “Don’t be a dick dude”. She took a sip of her beer and looked back at me “you can stay over if you want.”

“Uh…okay…sure” I replied with a laugh.

We went inside. As she locked up she said “the bedroom is that way” I went in and started taking my shoes off.

She came in a few minutes later. “Don’t be weird. Turn around.” After a couple of beats she told me I could face her. She had gotten into bed and under the covers. Her clothes were on the floor. I followed suit, leaving everything but my boxers on the floor and got into the bed with her. She turned the bed side table lamp off and turned towards me.

“You’re not gonna be a guy about this and tell everyone right?” She said.

“Absolutely not” I replied.

She leaned in and kissed me softly. It was a good kiss. Sweet kisses turned into full on making out, she nibbled on my lower lip, I kissed her neck. I wasn’t sure what I was in for so I let her lead the way.

She moved herself on top, straddling me. The lights were off but there was enough streetlight coming through the blinds that I could see her unhooking her bra as she dry humped me with her tongue in my mouth.

She had amazing (and large) breasts and what I could tell were stretch marks in her stomach. I realized (and this was confirmed later) that before I met Kate, she had lost a considerable amount of weight. This put in perspective her general attitude and behavior towards me. Anyway…

As I started sucking on her nipples, she reached for my boxers. I was more than willing to lift up to make it easier for her to take them off. When she lowered herself backdown on top of me I was surprised to find out that she hadn’t had any underwear on. I was expecting to feel fabric but instead her smooth, wet pussy was rubbing against my shaft.

I started to get more aggressive, I leaned up and flipped her on her back and got on top of her. I was still a little surprised that this was even happening and that led to us being stuck in a (hot) make out session for a little longer than I was used to.

Probably 20 minutes had passed when she broke our kiss. She was sweetly rubbing her fingers through my hair and looked away, almost a little like she was embarrassed, and said, “listen…”

“Here it comes” I thought “she’s come to her senses and is gonna kick me out”

She took a deep breath before speaking. “You can say no” she said. “But…I like things a little rough”

My experience with anything like that was non existent but I was up for pretty much anything. “Uh…okay…you need to tell me what you want tho…”

“Slap me” she said deliberately.

I lightly tapped her cheek. The way your mom would when you were a kid and tried to touch something you weren’t supposed to.

She smiled. “No dude. Really slap me. Pretend you’re slapping my ass and trying to make it clap”

I was incredibly uneasy about this. I didn’t want to hurt anyone and a little part of me wondered if this was all a scheme. She openly disliked me and I knew it used to bug her that she was the only one in our group who felt that way. Like I said before, I didn’t make the wisest choices back then.

I took a second. Raised my hand and smacked her cheek with my open palm. It made a loud crack. She didn’t whimper or wince. She moaned. She moaned orgasmically.

In an instant she pulled me back in for a kiss, biting my lower lip. She wrapped her legs around my waist and reached for my cock, guiding it in to her soaked pussy.

There was no slow build up. I was thrusting my achingly hard cock into her deep and hard, her hips matching my thrusts to increase the force.

She guided my left hand from the head board and placed it around her neck. She squeezed my hand and said, “no harder than this, keep your hand there.”

I continued choking her and fucking her harder than I had ever fucked anyone at that point in my life.

“Tell me when you’re close. Don’t fucking forget” she moaned.

I removed my hand from her neck, gave her other cheek another slap and turned her over. I flipped her over on her stomach and shoved my cock deep inside her from behind, pushing her face into the mattress with my hand.

It didn’t take long before I could feel myself reaching the point of no return. “I’m close…” I panted.

She pushed my off, turned over and started fingering herself. “Cum on my face!” She ordered. I straddled her chest and started stroking furiously as she was rubbing her clit.

“Fuck I’m coming!” I shouted and blew my load all ever her face, making sure to avoid the eyes. I collapsed next to her as she started orgasming hard from her hand.

We laid there sweaty, catching our breath. “Well that was fun. Very unexpected but fun.”

“Hold on I’m not done yet” she said before wiping my jizz into her mouth. She turned towards me and said “thanks. I had fun, too.”

We collected ourselves, got dressed and had a talk as we chain smoked on her back porch.

As immature as it sounds, I reminded her of a guy she had a crush on when she was an undergrad who ended up being awful to her. Indeed her stretch marks were from a time when she was about 200 pounds heavier. When she finished college she decided to drop the weight and worked really hard to do so. The Fourth of July party that we met at was her first time seeing that group of friends since college and she was on edge.

That’s how we went from enemies to fuck buddies. For about 4 years we would regularly hook up. Eventually we stopped with the slapping because it made me uncomfortable. Sometimes, she would just have me come over to jack off on to her face and then leave.

As far as I know, none of our close friends know about our past. We’re both married to other people now, she has kids and lives in Portland now, to be closer to her parents.

Lots more stories to come if people are interested.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/lyd20a/mf_from_enemies_to_fuck_buddies_to_friends_m25_f26