[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/xrrivl/fm_bff_part_1_of_3_me/) , [Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/xrrjtz/fm_bff_part_2_of_3_her/)
We took a good 10 or 15 minutes to recover, steadying our breath, making small talk about the evening’s activity. We spooned on the couch and I casually continued to play with her breasts, getting no argument or resistance. Occasionally she pushed back against my cock which was still hard and resting between her cheeks, but I could never tell if those motions were intentional or just an aspect of our embrace.
After a time, when we had quieted and I started to fear we might fall asleep, she stirred in my arms and turned over to face me.
“We still haven’t actually had sex yet.” She noted, her hand caressing my cheek, her fingers fidgeting with my hair. “I’m not afraid of it anymore, for what it’s worth. I know you’ll take care of me.” The weight of that trust washed over me and I kissed her hard on the lips before responding with a simple “I promise.”
“I want this to be as good for you as possible.” I said. “You deserve the best experience possible. You deserve somebody who respects the moment and cares as much about you as they do themselves.”
We were close, breathing each other’s air as we cuddled, looking into each other’s eyes, feeling each other’s flesh, warm and flushed.
“There is only one thing that does scare me.” She took in a deep breath and paused. “You’re being a very good friend.” She said. “And though I haven’t had anyone else, I think you’re being a good lover.” She kissed me gently again and continued to look silently into my eyes for a long time. “I’m so much more comfortable than I expected.” Another soft kiss, drawn out for a tender moment. “You’re doing more than you had to.” She continued, and panic started to grow in mind as I worried that she could see my thoughts. I didn’t want her to withdraw because she could see I was losing all of my objectivity.
“You’re my best friend.” I said, watching her eyes cloud with tears. “I want what’s best for you.”
The tears were held momentarily by her eyelid before collecting and running down her face. “You are my best friend.” She replied. “The best friend I’ve ever had.” Then she peered directly into my gaze, tears now falling steadily. “Have you felt anything more tonight?” She asked.
I was hot with nerves and anxiety, terrified of answering truthfully, and terrified of lying. I tried to deflect. “I don’t think that’s something we should try to figure out tonight.” I started. “We should give ourselves until the morning to let our emotions…”
“No.” She croaked, her voice shaking. “I want to talk now, before we do anything else.”
Still nearly paralyzed with fear, I stroked her hair. “What’s wrong? What are you afraid of?”
“I want to know if you love me just as a friend, or if you love me as more.” Her voice broke as she talked, the tears flowing heavily down her face which was strained and flushed. She pushed forward, her lips touching mine before speaking again. “Because this is the most incredible night of my life and it is because of you. I have spent years suppressing myself because I’m afraid of losing you, but I can’t do that anymore tonight and before we move on to the next thing, before we actually make love, I need to know that you love me, too. Because if you don’t, making love to you will just destroy me…”
My eyes stopped seeing as the meaning of her words exploded inside of me. I could smell her breath, taste her tears and feel her lips speaking directly into mine. Before I could speak, she continued.
“You’ve been so loving tonight, but you’ve also been aloof. I’ve seen you pulling back.” She was full on sobbing now and I pulled her into me as hard as I could, as if I was trying to pull her into my very being, to make us one creature. My own tears erupted and I was unable to focus, to see anything more than the mixed tones of her face and her eyes. She was sound now, smells, and feeling.
“I love you in every way possible.” I said, covering her mouth with my own, trying to speak and kiss her at the same time. “I didn’t want to frighten you away. I didn’t want to ruin this moment for you.” I stammered out desperately. “I am utterly, deeply, completely in love with you in every way.”
“Oh.” She grunted, her breath choking as she pushed her tongue deeply into me, our exclamations and breaths escaping in small bursts. We were writhing against each other, sweltering in the heat between us, sweating with our emotions.
She pushed me on to my back and lay down on top, still pressed into me so that every part of our bodies seemed connected. “I love you.” She said into me repeatedly as I responded with the same. Our hands began to find their way over each other’s bodies again. Her ass, now glistening and grinding into me, her hand reaching between us to squeeze my shaft while she devoured my neck. All the while we professed our love, riding out the chemical stress of the moment.
Soon enough we were spent, left breathing heavily against each other, our bodies in movement with the rising and falling of our breasts. Unable to stop continuously delivering soft kiss to each other, I stroked her hair again.
“What do you want me to do?”
“Hold me.” She said. “For a while. Before. Then I want to make love to you. I want all of you.”
We shifted until on our sides again and held tightly as we drifted into a semi-conscious rest. We needed to come down from the intensity of our revelations, to let the remnants of our anxieties leak from our pores, to leave only the love before the next moment.
“I didn’t know.” I said after a time. “All these years I was afraid to feel love for you. I had decided that you would always be just beyond my reach.” She traced my cheek with her fingers while I spoke. “I agonized over each new crush you had, daring only to hope that they would be good to you.” I looked back into her gaze. “Now, in just this one evening, the whole world has changed.”
“Two hours ago we had never seen each other naked, or even kissed.” She laughed lightly, speaking into my shoulder. “One hour ago I had your cock in my hand, and then my mouth. 40 minutes ago you had my tit in yours, and then my pussy. And 10 minutes ago, we decided we were in love.” She turned her eyes up to mine. “The whole world did change.”
I smiled back at her. “What will our friends think?”
“They probably thought we were a couple already.”
“What will your parents think?”
“Yeah. They probably thought we were a couple already, too.” She laughed. “What about yours?”
“They’ve always wondered why we weren’t. Maybe they knew something I didn’t. But since they first met you, they’ve been bugging me about us being together.”
“Maybe we’re the only ones surprised by this.”
“Maybe so.” I responded.
She began to kiss me again and to stir against me, rebuilding the desire we had let temper.
I repeated my question. “What do you want me to do?”
She slid off the couch and stood up, beckoning me up with her hand as my cock started growing again. Walking backward, she took me into the bedroom and laid back on my bed. “Finish the lesson.” She said. “You said sex was a chameleon. Show me what it is tonight.”
I knelt at the foot of the bed and took her foot in my hands, kissing the top of it, moving slowly up her leg, opening her as I kissed her thighs, working inward. Her breathing grew heavy as I approached her pussy. “I don’t need you to eat me again.” She said, plaintively. “I want to make love to you.”
“I want that, too.” I answered. “And we will. But I promise this will feel a lot better for you if we put in this bit of work first.” I eased my first finger into her and heard her gasp, then took her clitoris back into my mouth, speaking around it. “After all, part of love is wanting you to feel the best you can.” She continued to breath heavier as her pussy stretched and loosened up around my finger. Just before I put a second finger in she squeaked sharply, gasped, and contracted around my finger, coming for the second time.
I kept up my movements and once her contractions ebbed and her pussy opened back up, I inserted a second finger. “Oh my god.” She breathed out. “I don’t know how long I can last between orgasms. Is there a limit to how many I can have?”
“Not that I’m aware of.” I said, before spreading my fingers slightly within her, pressing against her floor and her g-spot at the same time, eliciting another gasp from her. “You are so beautiful, my Love.” I said as I kissed her inner thighs . She was cupping her breasts, massaging them and teasing her nipples as she moaned in pleasure, and within a couple of minutes, she orgasmed again, filling her pussy with fluid as she collapsed around my fingers.
I kept moving in and out of her, slowly widening her, reveling in her wetness. Finally, I removed my fingers, sucked them clean as she watched, and moved up the bed to kiss her. She had raised her knees as I worked my way up, and brought her hands around my back before meeting my lips with hers. I briefly looked at her with the question in my eyes, and she nodded affirmation to continue.
I moved slowly to her, my head just touching her soaked opening, feeling her respond as it touched before rolling my hips slightly forward until I felt the ridge of my head pass into her and felt her pussy slip back against the shaft behind it. She was moaning steadily now.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
“Yes.”
I moved further, feeling her wet warmth move slowly down my cock, drawing back each little bit to allow her body to adjust to me. “Oh my god.” She repeated, moving her hands to my ass. “I love you. Keep going. Please keep going.”
Soon, all of my length was in her, and I could feel the entrance to her pussy gently pressing against my balls. She had begun rolling her hips up into me and I adjusted my movement to match hers, pushing down into her floor as I entered, and lifting up against her g-spot and her clitoris on the out stroke. Our breathing synchronized with our movements and her face, neck and chest flushed again.
I accelerated only slightly, keeping mostly a steady pace for her comfort, and her moans turned to grunts and exclamations of both pleasure and love, and very quickly she began to tense again, drawing her knees against me and grasping my ass tightly, pulling me into her and rocking her hips up into me. I kept my pace as she told me she was cumming and convulsed with a loud grunt, I pushed through her contractions, lost in her, my whole sensory universe shrunk to the outside of my cock and the inside of her pussy. I felt her gripping me in waves, felt her flooding again with fluid, felt her continued swells of warmth breaking against my balls before retreating.
I sped up again, careful not to hurt her, but desperate to release myself into her. She had recovered from her own orgasm and was now encouraging me with her movements and her vocalizations. I could smell her pussy in the air around the bed, mixed with our sweat and her hot breath, and soon I felt my cock start to grow rigid and swollen.
“Come for me, Baby.” She whispered hoarsely. “Come for your lover.”
Her command, the smell of her, the feel of her body sliding against mine, her hands on my ass, and her warmth traveling up and down my cock finally combined to push me deep into orgasm. I felt my stomach tighten, felt my balls pull up and my breath escape as I pumped cum into her, pushing it deeper with each returning stroke. I grunted out in loud release as the cum shot out in long waves and she wrenched me down to her, drawing her own short breaths and continuing to pull me deep into her.
“Don’t stop yet, Baby.” She begged breathlessly. “I’m gonna cum again.” And shortly released a wail into my ear as she came for the fourth time that evening.
I laid down against her, trying not to smother her as I recovered my breathing and my senses. I kissed her and told her again that I loved her, then prepared to remove myself from her. “Don’t.” She said when she felt me stir. “Stay in me. Stay in me for a little while longer.”
“We should roll over.” I told her. “So that you can rest on top of me. I don’t want to crush you.” And with that, we humorously collaborated to keep me inside of her as we awkwardly switched our positions.
The bed was soaked in sweat and sex, and we were a mess, our hair stuck to our bodies and perspiration a heavy sheen on our skin.
“That was fucking amazing.” She said as she smiled and kissed me with a soft peck. “Did you do anything different with me than you’ve done with other girls?”
“The only thing I did different is I went all Jackson Pollock on the inside of your pussy.” I said, prompting a deep, shaking laugh from her.
“Well, that was the original plan. But hey, how many paintings do you think he could do in a night?” She asked coyly.
“I don’t know.” I said back. “But we should take it easy the rest of the night. You might be sore tomorrow. I kind of lost self control there at the end.”
“I was feeling so good, though.” She said as she put her head down on my shoulder. “I just wanted more of you. To feel you inside of me was unbelievable. To have you. To have you physically inside of me. It was a mind fuck.” After a pause, she kissed my neck. “I’m going to stay right here for as long as I can, and I want you to stay inside of me.”
“Deal.” I said, stroking one hand lightly up and down her back as I caressed the other down the crack of her ass until I could fit her full cheek in my grasp. She gently clenched at my touch.
Her breath was hot against my ear as she whispered. “There are so many things to discover, my love.”
We have been together ever since.
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