Finally Fucking my Best Friend [MF] [Masturbation] [Cunnilingus] [Penetration] [Creampie] [arguing before sex]

Jay and I have been friends ever since we were kids. We have the type of bond you would expect soul mates to have. We’ve been friends since childhood, and even now that I’m in college we’re still as close as ever. We even share an apartment. However, a while back I had been starting to see the downsides to our closeness. When we went out together, people thought we were a couple. Jay is very attractive with dark hair, a wide smile, an energetic personality, and a strong body. He gets a lot of attention wherever we go. Once I was approached by someone who was concerned my “boyfriend” was flirting with another girl. His presence scared off any guys that were interested in me, which made it a little hard for me to get lucky.

Our relationship took a drastic turn over the last couple months. It started when I had the day off work and school. Jay had gone to work so it was the perfect time to relax and enjoy myself. I made myself comfortable on my bed, took my panties off, and grabbed my vibrator. I also put some headphones on to listen to some music. The cold air made tiny goosebumps on my thighs when I spread my legs. I moved my hands down my body, lightly gliding over my pussy to tease myself. Gently, I touched the tip of the wand to my pulsating clit. I shut my eyes and focused on the steady rhythm of my breathing. The toy was working its magic as the sensation made my whole body feel warm and tingly. I thought about being kissed and groped by this guy I have class with. In my mind, he picked me up and pushed his cock deep inside of me. I slid two fingers inside of my slick pussy. Slowly, I dipped my fingers in and out while pressing against my g-spot. It wasn’t long before I was close to cumming. I tested my restraint by edging for a little bit, but at the moment I just wanted to get release. As soon as I put the vibrator back on my clit I came. My hips started to grind against the toy as the pleasure ran through my body. I closed my eyes and laid still for a couple seconds, waiting for the last couple waves of ecstasy to wash over me.

When I opened my eyes again, Jay was standing in my bedroom doorway. My body turned to stone when I saw him. He had a look on his face that I’ll never forget, shocked and in awe. He had a Twilight Zone cd and a bag of popcorn in his hand which was dangling limply by his side. His other hand was placed just to the side of his crotch, massaging his thigh. He hadn’t noticed that I had seen him because he was staring at my open legs. I came to my senses and realized that my pussy was out on display, dripping juices and throbbing, so I quickly closed my legs shut. That startled him out of his trance, and we stared at each other for a few seconds until he saw me noticing the awkward placement of his right hand. He looked down at the ground and without a word shuffled out of my room. A million thoughts ran through my head as I sat frozen on my bed. Why isn’t he at work? How long was he standing there? Why did I have to put on headphones? Why was his hand there? Did I see a bulge or was that just my imagination? We didn’t talk for the rest of the night, and when I woke up the next morning he had left early for work. It took the rest of the week for things to get back to normal, but neither of us brought up what happened.

Months went by and I started to notice a change in Jay’s behavior. He stopped bringing girls home. I asked him about his dry spell, and he just said he wasn’t interested in anyone. He also started to act differently towards me. Before the incident when we would go out to parties or bars, he would encourage me to talk to men, even leave with them, but after what happened he started to get very negative towards any guy that tried to talk to me. One night I got particularly angry at Jay for making fun of a really sweet guy I was talking to. Even after I apologized to him, the guy wouldn’t talk to me. When we got home I couldn’t help but yell at Jay. I needed to vent my frustrations.

“What the hell was that!?”, I asked.

He looked surprised at my outburst. In a confused voice he said, “What the hell was what?”

“Don’t play dumb. You knew I liked that guy, and you made fun of him so he wouldn’t talk to me. I don’t know what’s gotten into you lately, but whatever it is, Cut it OUT. Just because you’re on some weird dry spell doesn’t mean I have to be,”

“The way I see it I’m doing you a favor. The guys you like are all pricks. When you finally find a good guy I won’t intervene”, he said with an unbothered tone. He clearly wasn’t taking this issue seriously.

Frustrated, I said, “Oh yeah? And who do you think is a good guy?”. He looked to the side and started to blush. This was one of the rare times I’ve seen him embarrassed. Finally, he looked back at me with a new air of his signature unbridled confidence.

“Well, I am,” he said proudly. Although, I could detect a twinge of meekness in his voice.

Not sure what he was getting at, I said, “How is that going to help me? Your narcissism isn’t going to find me a “good guy”. So I would appreciate it if you wouldn’t butt in my conversations, or—”. He cut me off with a gentle kiss, put his arms around my waist, and pulled me against his warm body.

He pulled his head back to look me in my eyes and say, “I should be the one making you cum,” and he started to kiss me again but with more passion. In all the years we had been friends, I had never considered how much we could offer each other sexually. But with this kiss I had felt a slurry of lustful thoughts and feelings, like I had been holding myself back from wanting him until just then. Even as we were pressed up against each other, I still felt like I couldn’t get close enough to him. He carried me to my bedroom and laid me on the bed, all while never breaking our kiss. I scrambled to take his shirt off to reveal his strong torso. Then I traced my fingers along the perfectly sculpted lines leading down to the growing bulge in his pants. With a wanting gaze he watched my hand as I felt his erection. He studied my body closely like it was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. I could feel how he carefully looked over every curve and appreciated it. After he finished kissing my neck and groping my breasts he slid my panties down my thighs and off of my legs while I took off my dress and bra. But before we went any further he looked back up at me as if to get my permission like a dog waiting for it’s owner’s signal. As soon as I nodded slightly and gave him a small smile he put his head between my thighs and kissed all around my pussy before enveloping my clit with his warm mouth. He swirled his tongue around my clit and moaned, sending small vibrations against me. As the pleasure built up I started to squirm. He wrapped his arms around my hips to keep them from bucking and pressed his face harder into my soft flesh. His motions started off small and gentle, but as I reached my climax, he became greedier. He pushed his tongue inside of me and swirled it around. He made sure to clean up all the juices that had started to drip down my thighs. As I came, my legs shook, and I grabbed onto his hair so he wouldn’t take his mouth away.

Finally, I let go and he sprung up for air, wiping the cum from his mouth. We looked at each other and laughed. Why haven’t we done this sooner? Any answer to that question I might have had, I had already forgotten when he made me cum. Once he had caught his breath, he paused and looked around the room, as if to decide where and how he wanted to fuck me. His gaze rested on the only space of wall in my bedroom that I hadn’t decorated. When he looked back at me, his eyes shined with a new spark of energy, and he whisked me up by my waist. The cold wall was a shock to my back when he pressed me up against it. While keeping eye contact with me, Jay positioned his cock against my wet pussy and pushed inside. He sighed with relief, and it wasn’t long before his pace sped up. I couldn’t help but whimper as my pussy stretched around his cock and made wet squelching noises with each thrust. His hot breath warmed my neck as he panted for air. A primal need for him to cum inside of me took over my mind. I just wanted to feel my best friend fill me up with a big load that would drip out of me. I was too unsure of myself to admit it though. What if he thought it was too risky or wasn’t into it? When I saw how intensely focused he was on just fucking me senseless I hoped he would forget about pulling out. All of the sudden his grip around my waist tightened, and his pace sped up again as he pumped his load inside of me, giving me what I had privately wished for. He looked into my eyes searching for some sign of disapproval of what he had done, so I kissed him to let him know that I had liked it. When we were done I led him back to my bed where I laid down with my head on his chest. This is my favorite part of the story because this is when I realized that my love for my best friend wasn’t just platonic. I listened to his heart beat while he ran his fingers through my hair until we fell asleep. That was the start of our new relationship together.

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