I fucked [M]y [F]riend on the forest floor

*Let me just begin by saying that I’m overwhelmed by the positive response to my [previous](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/xt0yk9/my_childhood_friend_helped_me_get_over_my_ex/) two [stories](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/xtowba/i_came_in_my_friends_ass_minutes_before_her/) about my time with Emma. To settle the matter once and for all: no we did not get married, but we remain very close friends to this day. She’s married to a dear friend of mine and I love them both very much.*

*With that said, I do want to acknowledge that I only have three more stories about Emma that I think are worth sharing for a broad audience. Of course, we ended up having numerous amorous encounters during our five-week fling, but most of those were pretty straightforward and writing about them, cathartic though it might be, would get a little repetitive.*

*What I appreciated most about Emma was her ceaseless love of adventure, which made itself readily apparent in the bedroom. But today’s story is about a time when she took that love out of the bedroom, and into the great outdoors.*

—

It’s a time-honored tradition that in the weeks leading up to Spring Break, college students will descend upon their local gyms like plagues of locusts, hoping to carve the chiseled physiques that they had intended to achieve all semester long. As much as I enjoyed working out at our university’s recreation center, the waiting times for equipment were becoming interminable. Waiting 30 minutes for a squat rack was unconscionable to me, especially as I was getting busier with schoolwork, so when Emma invited me to tag along for her running routine, I eagerly accepted.

Now, this was not *inherently* appealing to me. Of course, any excuse to spend more time with Emma was a win in my books, but I was not built for running. I had tackled a couple half-marathons before, and I could see the appeal of endurance running, but I was much more suited to strength training. Still, I would take running with Emma over wading through a sea of gym bros every day.

Emma was training for a half-marathon herself, so Saturdays were her “long run” days. A week before Spring Break, she informed me that she had an exceptionally large workload, so she was getting up early and I would have to do the same if I wanted to join her.

*How early?* I texted her that Friday evening as I was getting into bed.

*6:00am.*

*You’re joking.*

*Nope!*

*You’re insane.*

*Maybe. ;)*

*Honestly, Emma, I’ve really enjoyed running with you, but there’s no way in hell I’m doing that.*

A minute-long pause ensued. Then:

*Not even if I made it worth your while?*

I laid my head back on my pillow and sighed loudly, simultaneously exasperated and elated. This woman was going to be the death of me.

*6:00am sharp?* I texted.

*6:00am sharp. See you at my place.*

I rolled over in my bed, placing my phone on the nightstand, and trying desperately to will myself to sleep. If I was going to be even semi-functional in the morning, I needed every minute of rest I could get.

—

Even with a full 6 hours of sleep, I felt like a zombie when I woke up. It took me a moment to realize what was even transpiring as my alarm was blaring while it was still dark outside.

I managed to don a pair of gym shorts and an old T-shirt before slipping my running shoes on. I stumbled across the hall to Emma’s apartment, knocking delicately enough to not wake up Emma’s roommates but firmly enough to let Emma know that I had, in fact, managed to rise from my slumber.

The door creaked open slowly and I found myself looking into Emma’s beautiful brown eyes. Even though I had stared into those enchanting, dark brown irises on numerous occasions, they never failed to transfix me. As her gaze melted my rancor at being roused before dawn, she leaned in and gave me a quick peck on the cheek.

“Thanks for doing this!” she whispered, stepping out of the apartment and closing the door behind her. She was wearing a slim black hoodie and an older pair of leggings that I noticed had a couple paint stains on the side. Even bundled up as she was, her shapely form was as inviting as ever. My gaze shifted from her eyes to her hips as she turned around to lock the door.

Maybe my inhibitions hadn’t come online yet. Or, maybe the early-morning air roused something instinctual within me. But as she faced away from me, I couldn’t help myself: I pressed into her from behind, leaning up against the door. I heard her moan softly as she fiddled with the keys. My cock stiffened between her clothed ass-cheeks as I showered her neck with kisses.

“Not yet,” Emma gasped, as much to herself as to me. Somehow, I managed to pull myself away from her, feeling immediately chagrined.

“Sorry,” I whispered, but she turned, flashed me a smile, and shook her head amusedly.

“You really are horny this morning,” she commented wryly as she started walking towards the exit.

“Do you blame me?” I replied, gesturing to her outfit.

She looked perplexed and then stared down at her leggings.

“Oh, these old things? Yeah, I forgot to wash my nice ones so you’re stuck with these today.”

I shrugged, “Hey, I’m not complaining.”

We stepped outside into the crisp springtime air, and I instinctively started stretching. My pre-run routines were interrupted as I heard Emma unlocking her car.

“Oh, are we not going down Mulberry Street?” I asked, referring to our normal route. She shook her head.

“No, I actually scoped out Raven River Park last week and there’s a really cool trail I want to show you. You did bring a water bottle, right?”

I nodded as I clambered into the passenger seat.

“Cool,” she replied, buckling in and looking at me. Her eyes quickly darted down and she smirked at my all-too-obvious pitched tent.

“Enjoyed yourself back there, didn’t you?” she laughed, turning up the radio.

I shook my head. “I mean, yeah… Sorry, was I too forward? I just-” My penchant for second-guessing myself took over and I immediately dreaded that three seconds of untoward passion had somehow derailed my decades-long friendship with Emma. My apology lodged in my throat as I looked over and noticed that Emma’s hand had drifted down between her thighs and under her leggings.

She pulled it back up a moment later to display her two middle fingers, which were lathered in an unmistakable glistening liquid. She stretched out her hand in my direction.

“It’s okay, Greg. I enjoyed it, too.”

As she reversed out of her parking spot, I took her hand in mine and tasted her pussy on her fingers, savoring every pungent flavor. Before she exited the apartment parking lot, she briefly put the car in park so that she could turn and give me a kiss, tasting herself on my lips. She pulled herself away from me, smiling softly and staring fixedly into my eyes.

“You don’t have to apologize for wanting me, Greg,” she emphasized. “Honestly, it’s been really fun to see your dominant side come out more and more over the last few weeks. I haven’t been “doing you a favor” by letting you fuck me. I’ve been having a blast, too. Do you understand?”

My heart leapt as I felt her words staving off the intrusive tendrils of self-doubt. “Yeah, yeah, that makes sense,” I nodded.

“Cool,” she replied, her smile widening. “So, you ready to run?”

I shook my head. “Ready as I’ll ever be, I guess.”

She grinned and put the car in drive, booting up her favorite playlist as she ferried us to our destination.

—

As we arrived at the park, we took an extra second to enjoy the closing strains of *Everlong* by Foo Fighters. Emma’s “Running Hype” playlist consisted almost entirely of mid-90’s alt rock standards, but I wasn’t complaining. As Dave Grohl’s guitar faded away in her car speakers, Emma cut the engine and stepped out.

The first few rays of dawn light were just starting to break through the forest canopy. Raven River Park was a local state park with an assortment of trails, creeks, and caves. It was never that busy, as there was an objectively superior state park about a half-hour away, but Raven River seemed particularly dead this morning since Emma’s car was the only one to be found in the makeshift gravel parking lot.

I tried not to let my eyes linger too long on Emma’s body as she ran through a series of warm-up stretches. My pitched tent had only slightly subsided, and going for an 8-mile run at full-mast did not sound like a pleasant experience. After doing a couple of extra calf stretches, Emma jogged over to me expectantly.

“You ready?” she asked. I nodded, and the two of us shot off towards a nearby trail.

The first two miles went pretty smoothly. It was only near the end of that stretch that I noticed Emma was slowing her pace. As we hit the two mile mark exactly, she stopped and held her lower back.

“Are you okay?” I asked urgently, afraid that she had somehow injured herself.

“I’m fine…” she winced, leaning over slightly to rest her hands on her knees. Her chest heaved as she took deep, purposeful breaths, and then she looked up at me.

My mind processed her playful grin a fraction-of-a-second too late. Before I could react, Emma had already dropped to her knees and pulled down my shorts, exposing my now-flaccid and sweat-drenched cock. Soft though it was, she took it in her mouth regardless, and I could feel her tongue swirling around my swelling member.

“Emma,” I gasped, looking around wildly to see if any other hikers were nearby. Emma gave no response as she dutifully and attentively sucked my cock, burying her face in my crotch and breathing deeply of my thick scent. She pulled herself off me for half-a-moment to grab some air, and a thick saliva trail dribbled down her chin. She looked up at me and, with a wild glimmer in her eyes, she said, with utter conviction:

“You taste *amazing*.”

My cock swelled to its full stiffness at the compliment. She plunged it down her throat once again, bobbing up and down with a ravenous hunger. The staccato rhythm of her *gulps* filled the forest glen with the sounds of sex, and I closed my eyes, relishing the feeling of the cool air on my skin and her warm mouth on my cock.

After about a minute of the most spirited cock-sucking I’ve ever experienced, the muscles in my legs began to tense up, and I could feel my body building towards a rapturous orgasm. Sensing the same, Emma pulled herself away and stood up, pulling my shorts back up over my saliva-slicked cock. She kissed me on the cheek and whispered huskily in my ear:

“If you catch me you can fuck me however you want.”

She took a step back as realization swept over me, and then she was gone, racing down the leaf-strewn trail. Feeling a primal urge taking hold of my body, I surged forward, my cock still throbbing from its deferred pleasure.

Emma proved to be a tricky quarry, as her speed and agility allowed her to build a hefty lead. But Emma’s words had awakened something in me, and I would not be denied. We didn’t get more than a mile down the trail before I found myself gaining on her, my feet colliding with the ground at a breakneck pace. Finally, I got close enough to tackle her safely, and so I lunged forward, wrapping my arms around her and twisting my body so that I hit the ground first.

She wriggled in my grasp, but I quickly swiveled around so that she was pinned underneath me. I pressed my face into her neck, showering it with kisses before making my way up to her earlobe. I took a playful bite before I whispered in her ear.

“Do you want daddy’s cock?”

She whimpered in response. I didn’t even care if bystanders were around anymore. If they were, they could enjoy the show.

“Good girl,” I responded, and brought my hands down below her waist to start pulling down her leggings.

“Tear them,” Emma begged.

“What?” I halted.

“They’re old… tear them… take me, daddy. I want you to take me like the little slut I am…” she slipped into a stream of sex-addled rambling as I took two fistfuls of the spandex material, effortlessly ripping them down the middle to expose her sopping wet pussy. In no time at all, I had dropped my own shorts, sheathing my throbbing cock inside of her. The encapsulating warmth of her tight, drenched hole provided a sensorial contrast to the cool morning air. A writhing mist swirled around us as the dawn sun evaporated the morning dew.
There was something about fucking Emma against the forest floor that felt so primal. With each thrust, my animalistic lust grew until I reached a fever-pitch pace. We had passed the point of no return. I knew with absolute certainty that I was going to finish inside of her like this, pinning her against the grass-covered ground.

Our tongues were intertwined for most of the time as our fucking took on a rhythm of its own. I have waxed poetic about Emma’s body, but her *kissing* was next-level. The amount of passion she could convey through a simple touch of the lips or slip of the tongue was mind-blowing. Our faces were pressed firmly against one another as my eager cock ravaged her pussy. Her legs were up in the air, shaking violently with each forceful thrust.

Pulling myself away from her mouth, I contorted slightly so that my face was now hovering over her still-clothed chest. With one rough motion, I grabbed her shirt and pulled it up, hooking my fingers under her sports bra to allow me unfettered access to both breasts. I oscillated between both of them, sucking on her nipples and tasting the sweaty glaze on her skin. As her moans increased in pitch and frequency, she pushed me over the brink, and with one final *slam* against her muscular body I buried my cock as deep as it would go.

I’m not normally very vocal when I fuck, but I couldn’t help it. I growled as I came, unleashing a torrent of cum inside her. My legs and glutes vibrated as the force of my orgasm reverberated throughout my body. All at once, a wave of exhaustion swept over me and I fell on top of Emma, my cock growing soft as my cum leaked out onto the ground.

“Holy… *fuck*,” I gasped, breathing heavily. Emma gulped down air, her own body rippling intermittently from the aftershocks of her own orgasm. We laid there for a few minutes, our warm, sweat-slicked bodies heaving together as my cock finally slid out of her. A sharp *rap* from deeper in the forest snapped us back to reality, and we scurried to clean up. Emma stood up a little too quickly and nearly collapsed. I steadied her, and we both laughed as a thick stream of cum exited her pussy with a loud queef.

“Damn,” she said, shaking her head and pulling leaves and clods of dirt out of her hair. “You really messed me up. In a good way, though! That was awesome.”

I laughed, taking an admiring glance over her haphazard appearance. The tear in her leggings had grown to the point that their structural integrity was irreparably compromised. She shrugged, taking off her hoodie and wrapping the sleeves around her waist. The improvised covering shielded most of her exposed skin from view. I put my arm around her and together we hobbled back down the trail.

—

When we got back to our apartments, we snuck into mine as I was fairly confident that my roommates would not be awake yet. Sure enough, the telltale sounds of snoring emanated from their bedrooms, and so Emma and I tiptoed into the bathroom, extricating ourselves from our sweat-drenched, dirt-covered and cum-stained clothes.

As we were wont to do, we showered together, letting our hands and mouths explore each others’ bodies. As the last of our sudsy water washed down the drain, I pulled Emma into a hug. She nestled her head in my chest and then stared up at me, a quizzical look forming in her eyes.

“Emma…” I began, my heart starting to race. *Don’t be an idiot. Don’t be an idiot. Don’t be an idiot.* My mouth started to form words – the words I really wanted to say, but I knew I shouldn’t. My time with Emma had been otherworldly, and an L-bomb could blow our friendship into oblivion. So, instead, I settled for words that were slightly less charged but were no less true.

“You’re amazing.”

She smiled and kissed my chest. She then rested her head against me and pulled me into an even tighter hug. As we held that long embrace, our tender reverie was interrupted by a loud knock on the door.

“Yo, Greg! I need to piss. Are you almost done?”

Michael. Shit. He had always been an earlier riser.

I held up a finger to my mouth to plead for Emma’s silence, but to my surprise she stepped out of the tub and walked over to the door. I quickly grabbed a towel and draped it over myself as she swung the door open, giving my roommate Michael an unbroken view of her freshly-showered body. His eyes went wide as she pushed past him, her exaggerated saunter showing off her statuesque legs and ass.
“Sorry, Mike,” she said, looking over her shoulder with a grin. “The bathroom’s all yours now.”

I scrambled, cinching the towel around my waist and scooping up our pile of clothes. I pushed past my slack-jawed roommate, wondering how on earth I was going to explain all of this later. Hurriedly, I followed Emma back into my bedroom, where she stood stifling a laugh with her hand.

I shook my head, exasperated. “You’re insane.”

She pulled her hand away, exposing her giddy smile. “I thought you just said I was amazing.”

I laughed. “I mean, they aren’t mutually exclusive.”

She rolled her eyes as she pushed me back onto the bed.

“Why are you still talking?” she whispered as she climbed on top of me…

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