I edged my boyfriend’s best friend with a covert handjob while in a room with other people [MF]

My [F26] boyfriend [M22] at the time was pretty tame when it came to sex. A dick on the smaller side of average, and a lack of desire to REALLY rail me. We were having sex, but it was always about him and I would just play with toys afterwards to get off. Part of that was on me for not being a better teacher, but if I’m being honest, we just didn’t have the type of chemistry you really need for toe curling orgasms.

I was sexually frustrated, all of the time. Everything turned me on. I couldn’t even do the laundry without watching the washing machine rock and imagining what it would feel like to grind against it. I needed an outlet (this obviously doesn’t justify cheating, but its what led me there).

Enter Cassian [M21]. Teasing, stubborn, infuriating Cassian. Taller than me but shy of 6 foot, solidly built with thick thighs and a chest I longed to lay my head on. He was fair haired, loose ringlets spilling onto his forehead above pale green eyes and thick lashes. Thick bearded and hairy, he was rough around the edges and just so manly. I could barely help myself.

A bunch of us hung out as a group every weekend, my boyfriend and Cassian included. Cass was always mean to me, borderline rude and determined to prove he didn’t care for me at all. But under the table, out at dinner, he would let his leg linger against mine. He would grab my ass when he was drunk, and stare brazenly at my tits – which, to be fair, are almost always on display. We flirted aggressively, but no one ever seemed to notice.

As the weeks wore on, I couldn’t look at him without thinking about fucking him. Especially his hands- I wanted his fingers inside me, so badly. I couldn’t stop staring at them. When I got home after each hangout session, my knickers would be soaked.

One night, we were watching a horror movie. People were spread out across the room, sitting on the floor mostly. Cass and I were on opposite ends of the couch, him half sprawled across it. I was so aware of his presence, how close he was, I wanted him to touch me. A few minutes into the movie, I catch his eye, gesturing towards his feet. I pull them into my lap so he can extend himself fully.

We were all drunk and high, my inhibitions were low, and it made it so hard to not just grind my clit into the heel of his foot under the blanket we were sharing. He was wearing shorts, so when I lent forward at an exciting part of the movie, I got to feel the warmth of his legs against my arms. I sat back and let my fingers linger on his shin, it felt electric.

He tensed his calves reflexively to a jump scare, and I felt his muscles move against me, his skin slide a little against mine. Fuck. I started reflexively to get wet. I wanted to feel it again.

I gingerly put my hand on his foot, pulling it upwards so he tenses against me. I stop breathing- was he really feeling this same desire to touch me, or am I being a fucking weirdo? He looks over at me, and we lock eyes. He stares intensely at me, his lips slightly parted, eyes soft. We both stare intently back at the movie.

Slowly, I start to run my hands across his calves, feeling every curve of his muscle. I let my fingers graze softly across his shin and he relaxes. I then spread my fingers of both hands and run them along either side of his leg from ankle to knee. I feel his thick leg hair, and somehow it turns me on even more- he was just so gruff, my definition of testosterone personified. Someone I just knew could fuck my brains out.

After a few minutes, I start to wonder how far I can push it without him pulling away. I didn’t want this to stop, but the thought of my fingers drifting closer to his dick turned me on so much – I got wetter.

I let my fingers drift higher, just above his knee. He tenses in response, as if to encourage me. I wonder if hes hard beneath that blanket… The idea of it drove me wild. I imagined he was wet with precum, fuck.

My fingers go even higher, mid calf level. I explore it, my fingers finding his inner thigh. By this point, we are both breathing heavily. After years of unsatisfying sex, this simple act felt so intense, so sexually charged. I knew it was his first sexual experience, so the fact that the intensity had to be there for him too was incredibly sexy.

My arm fully extended, I could just reach high enough to slide my fingertips under his shorts, and I ran my fingers under the fabric for a while. The position wasn’t sustainable for me, so I sat back up.

He didn’t turn his head, but I felt him watching me from the corner of his eye. I took advantage of my top being stretchy and low cut, pulling out one breast from my lacy bra. I played with my nipple, lightly pinching it. He instantly reacted, moving towards me like he couldn’t help himself.

People looked over towards the noise, and I panicked as I pulled up my shirt, but he acted like he was just readjusting himself into a sitting position. When enough time had passed and people were once again engrossed in the movie, he reached over into my shirt, my breast still resting upon my folded down bra. He played with my nipple and I felt it stiffen so quickly it almost hurt. My pussy tensed in response – my knickers were thoroughly soaked at this point.

I grabbed his hand, pulling his fingers towards my lips. I run my tongue down the length of one before taking the tip in my mouth and sucking on it. I thrust my hips out to grind against the sofa a bit.

My hand crept slowly up his thigh – as slow as I could manage. I was hungry to get my hands higher, to know that he was hard. I imagined his boner straining against his shorts under the blanket. But I wanted him to feel desperate for me to touch it.

Eventually I cant take the tension, and I run my hands from his inner thigh to his crotch, my hand rubbing up and down his length slowly, really feeling it out. He was rock solid. By the third stroke, he was breathing faster, deep and sometimes shaky breaths. Without any fanfare, pulls out his dick, grabs my hands and wraps my fingers around it firmly. No more teasing, the gesture said.

That egged me on even more- we had such a contrary relationship. I loosened my grip on his shaft and slowly started to jack him off lightly. I remember straining with the effort to not go all out just yet. It was hard to control myself when his dick was this thick. I wished he could fuck me so badly.

I lean in and whisper, “so thick,” my eyebrows raising in surprise.

He smirks, nodding approvingly.

I continue slowly for a while, and he thrusts his hips upwards into my hands in protest- I couldn’t hold out any longer. A wave of desire washed over me. I grabbed down firmly, my hands going up and down the length of him. His breaths were quick and shallow, his hands were balled into fists. His pale green eyes were glazed over, a look of pure lust on his face. He gazed at me, his eyes drifting towards my lips, and I almost lean in to kiss him, fuck. I was so horny.

The fact that we were doing this in a room full of people was so hot. My boyfriend was mere feet away, with no idea I was furiously groping his best friend.

After a few minutes of vigorous motion, I feel his head begin to swell, his dick get even harder. He sits up straighter and breathes out heavily. He grabbed my hand, stopping me. He uses his free hand to bring his thumb and forefinger close together, mouthing “I’m close.”

“I want to suck it,” I plead softly into his ear. He hesitates, looking around, before shaking his head. I tilt my head questioningly, pushing him. He shakes his head again, a pained look on his face.

I grip his dick even harder in protest, vigorously jacking him off. His grip on my hand loosens and he lets me for a few seconds, before suddenly thrusting upwards sharply, biting his lip and ripping my hand off him.

He crossed his forearms, gesturing that we couldn’t continue. I really, really wanted him to cum, but he was steadfast in his objection.

The credits for the movie begun to roll, and he subvertly moved away from me as everyone begun to get up and go home.

I waited for my boyfriend to go to sleep, and covered myself with Cassian’s side of the blanket. I breathed in his smell as I touched myself, and had the most intense orgasm I had ever had to that point. I replayed our escapade over and over. Still horny, I grabbed my vibrator and came hard again, moaning softly on the sofa.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/tcie4l/i_edged_my_boyfriends_best_friend_with_a_covert