Our slip up [FM]

I want to start by saying I didn’t plan this. Also I could have shortened this, but *fuck ya’ll* I like foreplay.

So I stay friends with my exes. Historically this has not been a problem as I’m pretty good at putting people into a “friend” box in my mind. I’m also quite charming and get along with women so I’m a good ex to introduce to new girlfriends.

Usually.

One dude in particular I had to move to a “friend” box pretty early on. Even though we had an attraction, he actually respected my wishes and we stopped hooking up and stayed platonic.

Usually.

We’d occasionally fly out to see each other and I became friends with his new girlfriend. Eventually I started staying with her when I’d visit.

*If this sounds odd, keep in mind I’m charming AF.*

This was all great for a while until I caught her fucking cheating on him. I came home early and walked in on them in the shower. I was absolutely horrified. She ran out to find me packing my bag to leave.

“It’s not what it looks like,” she said.

“It looks like you’re cheating, so that’s a relief.”

We got into a riveting argument where I ultimately told her I couldn’t keep this from him. I had absolutely no pleasure in that as I actually thought she was good for him in a lot of ways, but he has been too good of a friend to me and I was not about to have this hanging over my head.

I don’t think she was even mad, just hysterical at the prospect and kept asking me to stay. She also made the argument that he had almost certainly fucked around.

*I want to be totally fair to her, he indeed almost certainly had. We never talked about it but this aspect in his personality was the biggest rift in our friendship. Even so, for my own sanity I couldn’t keep this from him.*

I should probably mention here that he had… issues. So when I showed up at his house unannounced with my bag in hand and a horrified looked on my face, he flipped shit. I didn’t even have to say much before he started trashing his damn room and I honestly did not know how to calm him down. I’m fairly certain I mentioned taking him to the hospital at one point.

He took a slightly different approach in that he pinned me to the wall and tried to kiss me. I very swiftly used our safe word and watched him run out of the damn house.

We got into a very big fight about whether he should drive and ended up screaming at each other.

*We had a very healthy friendship if you can’t tell.*

Finally, I just tried to get into the car and told him to open the door “or else.” He rolled the window down a crack to yell at me. “Or else what?” He asked. “What are you going to do?”

I told him I wasn’t going to do anything. I just wasn’t going to be his friend anymore.

He unlocked the car.

Upon reflection, he really should not have been driving and I should not have gotten in. For the first hour we drove in silence and I’m not sure he was fully present in the moment.

When I realized we were driving out of the city this occurred to me and I just started talking randomly about a Supreme Court dissent I hated.

He finally turned to me and lovingly said he had no idea what I was talking about.

“It was flawed reasoning!” I complained.

“What was?”

“The dissent!”

“I don’t know what a dissent is!”

“It’s like a footnote where Justices get to throw a fit. In this case it was ten pages of Thomas sucking Bush’s dick and I had to read about it in detail. I had to read ten pages of Bush getting his dick sucked.”

He paused for a moment and tried not to smile. “V, sometimes I think I’ve known you so long I’ve grown immune to the fact that you are the weirdest fucking person I’ve ever met.”

“You just trashed a room so I’m not sure if I trust your caliber for normalcy.”

And then he started laughing. So I started laughing. Finally, we were back to our normal selves and I relaxed.

“Where the fuck are we?” I finally asked after two hours.

“I literally have no idea.”

I’m not sure why I thought he would have a plan. I think in most scenarios getting into a car with a mentally unstable person and driving into the woods is a bad call, but this is where my “chillness” actually works in my favor. I was quite literally along for the ride.

“She’s such a bitch,” he finally said.

“No she’s not. She fucked up.”

“She literally just cheated.”

“I’m sure you’ve never cheated on her. My bad.”

He didn’t talk to me for a while after that.

I’m fairly certain we drove close to four hours until we finally got into his feels. When he got upset I convinced him to pull over and we talked until it was dark out.

“Should we get a hotel?” He finally asked.

I just glared at him.

“Jesus, V. Not like that. I can sleep on the floor.”

*Lol, ok.*

I let that linger for a while and finally said, “I don’t think I’d want you to sleep on the floor.”

We looked at each other, waited a beat, and then made out. This was difficult as his car was very small, but we found a way. After years of not touching him, something was fucking unleashed between us. His hand grazed my thigh for all of two seconds before I was moaning into his mouth. I moved his hands to my chest and let him play with me while I clawed at his shoulders.

“We have to stop or you have to fuck me,” I told him.

“God, that’s hot.”

*I’m not sure I’ve ever seen him quite so… raw? I think that’s the word I’d use here.*

He jumped into the backseat and pulled me towards him. I tried to get on my knees but he tugged on my hair so we were at eye level. He told me to slow down and I told him to fuck me.

“Tell me what to do again,” he said.

“Just fuck me, damn it!”

He pulled my hair to flip me over on to his knee before spanking me twice. He then pulled me up so I was back at his eye level.

“No, and don’t tell me what to do again.”

He took my shirt off very, very slowly and kissed up and down my body. I tried to take my bra off and he grabbed my wrist with his hand and laughed when I started whimpering.

“Tell me what to do.” I was growing desperate.

“Just kiss me,” he whispered. “And stop grinding on me.”

“Why?” I complained.

“Because I don’t want you to come and you’re close.”

*Yes, damn it. That was the point.*

Finally after we made out for a solid five minutes he let me take his shirt and my bra off before we continued.

“I think of you,” he said. “Sometimes it’s the only way I can get off.”

I wanted to slap him then. “Don’t fucking tell me that.”

“You don’t think of me?” I didn’t respond so he flipped me over so that he was on top of me. “I bet a million dollars you do.”

I would have killed him if I couldn’t feel how hard he was. He kissed down my body and tugged at my jeans until they were below my waist.

“Please,” I begged.

“No. And if you come from this I’m going to edge you until you can’t touch your clit tomorrow.”

*Oh dear god, he was a poet with threats.*

He pulled my underwear down with a yank and licked me very, very slowly one time.

“I need it,” I cried. “Please.”

“No.”

He licked me again once and I started shaking with agony when he stopped.

“Please.”

“No.”

He flicked his tongue in me and I swear I was so close I left my body.

“Fine, mother fucker. I think of you.”

“When?” He smiled as he lowered his head between my legs and held himself there.

“I think of you like this when I touch myself, ok? And I think of how you’d spank me and choke me. And I think of how you’d make me beg you for it and then make me come so hard I’d cry. I think of you inside of me and your cum on my body.”

He went down on me fully then and I begged him to let me come. He gave a single nod and I pulled his hair as I erupted with the movement of his tongue.

“Let me suck you off.”

“I want to fuck you,” he said.

“If we do it now you won’t last long. It’s been more than four hours since you got off.”

*I knew his masturbation habits because this is a totally normal and not at all unhealthy friendship.*

He nodded and let me get on my knees and start unbuckling his belt. He pulled my hair to stop me and I panicked. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I just like the sight of you on your knees.”

*Oh, fuck you too.*

I took him in my mouth and let him slam my head down. I almost chocked and tears sprang to my eyes as I strained to take him in.

*Damn it, I loved sucking his dick though.*

I let him control my head with my hair as he continued to slam me down onto him until he finally came in my mouth. I sat back and gasped for air.

“Fuck me,” I begged.

“Give me a damn minute.”

“You’re getting old.”

*Oh man, he was fun when he was angry.*

He flipped me on all fours and got behind me. “Say that again.”

“Just fuck me.”

“Nope, even though I could.”

*He could. He was hard again. Nothing got him hard quite like the prospect of punishing me.*

He tried to spank me, but it was actually difficult in this position as the car was very small.

*TBH, everything was difficult, but we were highly motivated.*

Instead, he pressed my head into the window and told me to touch myself until I was close again. I did as he rubbed himself behind me and I begged him to fuck me.

He did not.

However, he did laugh at me and pulled my hand away just as I was close. I thought he’d make me edge myself again, but instead he kissed my hand sweetly and let his fingers weave into mine. He put his mouth to my ear and bit my neck a few times.

“I’ve missed you, V,” he said.

*I really wish he would just call me a whore. This was far less comfortable for me.*

“Fuck me,” I begged.

He finally pushed himself inside of me and I screamed his name.

*His real name. I never, ever called him by his real name even in bed.*

He told me to say his again so I started moaning it every time he thrust into me.

“Let me come,” I begged.

“No,” he breathed. “I’m close.”

“I can’t stop it. You feel too good.”

“Well just say that again.”

“You feel too good,” I moaned as I climaxed. He came very shortly after, but held me like that for a while before he pulled away.

“This can’t be healthy,” I said.

“I know.”

“Let’s get a hotel.”

“I really can sleep on the floor.”

He did not sleep on the floor.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/tv59ch/our_slip_up_fm