[M]y [F]riend got off to one of my stories, in front of me

We’ve been friends since high school. There’s always been a flirty playfulness to our relationship, though it’s not the foundation of it—we have a lot in common and genuinely care about each other. This conversation from several years ago captures it well:

Me: [commenting on a story she told of two friends who are constantly hitting on one another] “yeah I feel like friendships where there’s that much sexual tension just are weird idk”
Her: “then what the hell would you call this?”
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During covid, I’ll admit, we got into the practice of sending each other nudes on occasion. Don’t judge, it was a lonely time (and her boobs are IMMACULATE). Ahem.

She also is aware of my…uh…affinity for writing—ok I’ll just say it, erotica—and has read some of my stories enthusiastically. Lately she’s been joking about the idea of me writing one about a three way between myself and her [F] fwb. It really did start as a playful sort of thing, but she’s asked about it a few times since then which really got me thinking. A few weekends ago I had some free time and decided what the hell, I’ll at least start on it.

The holidays brought us both into town, so we planned to meet up at a pond tucked away in a local park, to watch the sunset. This was tradition for us (sort of a rural area). We brought snacks and blankets and had a grand old time swapping stories, airing complaints, and watching a good, not great, sunset.

With the sun setting so early (btw, Congress really stalled the daylight savings proposal?!) it got dark pretty early into our hangout. It was fine, we had a little portable lantern and the park is decently lit, but it changed the tone of the conversation a bit. We got into some deeper things, but not for too long. After a while we were sitting in silence, the ground growing colder under the tarp we were sitting on, and most of the other park patrons heading home for the night.

“Oh by the way, did I tell you I did start on that story you were talking about?”

She fake-gasped and exaggerated an open-mouth look of surprise, which would have worried me if her eyebrows weren’t telling a different story.

“And I haven’t gotten a copy yet??”

I laughed. “It’s not done! But I do have a couple chapters… I mean I can send it to you if you really want”

She gave me an “uh, yeah, dumbass” look. I took out my phone and sent her the attachment and agreed when she asked if she could read it now. In the meantime I sat back leaning on my elbows and admiring the quiet of the woods. I was excited, pretty proud, and…ok, increasingly hard watching her flick the pages across the screen.

After a while she half-blurted“Oh DAMN”“Hahaha, page 3?”“Dude….” she said with a wide-eyed nod. I smiled, hoping that part would resonate.

As she read further I noticed her hips started to rock a bit, and she adjusted her legs several times as her eyes were glued to the screen, tracking the story left to right. Her breathing was becoming deep, the exhales almost a huff. I teased her “enjoying the story?”“Shut up.” rolling her eyes. “I haven’t gotten off in a week. And, I mean I’m reading about you fucking [my fwb] while she’s eating me out…. Shut up!” she said I response to my ‘you like Krabby Patties, don’t you squidward’ look.

I laughed. At this point my heart was beating furiously and I was fully erect, though I tried to act casual. I thought I even felt a drop of precum ooze out of the tip of my cock. It was dark out so I wasn’t worried about showing it, but I wasn’t actively hiding the…situation…down there. Par for the course, imo.

She was still engrossed in the story (I had about 11 pages done so far) and her hand slowly found it’s way into her lap. It formed into a fist and she began mindlessly kneading her crotch, becoming more out of breath. Not even paying attention to me at this point, she traced her crotch in circles with that fist for nearly a minute, breathing hard. I had always wondered what she looked like when she was turned on, and this did not disappoint. She was totally flushed. At some point she snapped out of it briefly, making eye contact and seeming to consider something, deeply. Then her concentration broke and her eyes fluttered, appearing embarrassed. “I’m sorry I got into th—“ I cut her off before she could finish, with a reassuring nod and a chuckle. I smiled “it’s okay.” I paused “…you should continue. If you want. That’s why I write the stories, you know”

She considered for a moment, her eyes darting from me, to her phone, to her pants, before a smile overtook her and she nodded. She placed her hand on the waist band of her leggings and paused, then thrust her hand inside, finding her way to her clit. She went back a few pages on the phone and moved her hand side to side over her pussy. Even though she hadn’t inserted her fingers inside, I could hear the quiet slosh of wetness. She was moving much more slowly through the story.

I honestly couldn’t believe this was happening. It felt taboo, erotic, and incredible, yet surprisingly nonchalant. Just two friends hanging out, one with a raging hard on and the other a soaked pussy.

I resisted the urge to touch myself despite my roaring erection, fearing that it would ruin the moment. Her hand moved quicker as she turned the page, eventually holding the phone to her side. Her eyes closed and she started to rub furiously, concentrating now. Her neck tensed so much that her head leaned down, chin almost into her glorious chest. I watched in amazement as she bit her lip and let out a final gasp before tensing up completely and succumbing to a look of exasperation overpowering her face. Her jaw dropped and her mouth formed an O as her breathing stopped and her orgasm built higher and higher. Her eyebrows edged closer together as her face approached a tension I’ve never seen, the arteries on her neck showing prominently.

God I could’ve just grabbed them and called her a good girl right then. But I didn’t. I was too fixated on the fact that her breathing had shallowed to a nearly worrisome level before an orgasm came crashing down on her. She gripped the phone tight as her abdominals contracted in rhythmic waves, shaking her whole body. Her hand stopped circling and she let out a series of decrescendo-ing gasps that came from the throat. She was completely powerless. The aftershocks ripped through her and we sat in silence for half a minute.

My heart was absolutely pounding (124 bpm, my watch later said) when she finally broke the silence by taking a deep breath, opening her eyes and removing her hand from her pants and leaning back on both hands.“Congratulations. That was what you wanted, isn’t it?” she teased, still huffing and out of breath.
“I just wanted you to enjoy it. I guess you can call…that… foreshadowing for the future chapters” I joked back, though I was serious.

I wish I could say the rest of the night was as action-packed, but it was surprisingly chill after that. We both agreed to not tell anyone (that we actually know) about what happened, and my erection faded. Though, I managed to masturbate to the thought of that interaction three times that same night.

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