I had been in a shitty relationship for a year. My ex boyfriend and I shared a group of friends, and there was this one guy who had so much sexual appeal on him. Things were always kind of fun bordering on flirty between us, because I wasn’t able to help myself.
There was this rumor that he was generously doted.
My now ex boyfriend hooked up with the girl he told me not to worry about 2 days after breaking up with me. I had leaned on my friend for support after our breakup, but when I found out about my ex, I was just so fucking done with the whole thing.
So things started heating up with my friend, and we exchanged a lot of racy texts. I lived by myself, and he lived 8 blocks away. I remember one day while we were texting, I was a bit drunk and high and just started describing how I wanted him to shove me up against the wall and kiss me. I sent him my location, he sent me his. We were 10 minutes away from each other.
The sexting got worse. We would see each other at college and not do anything, but text each other afterwards. I started sending pics, he replied. They were all SFW though, just teasing.
One day we met at a friend’s birthday party and took a ride home together because we lived nearby. When we were leaving, instead of getting in the car at the front, he climbed at the back and I was left standing outside processing what was about to happen. Enough teasing, his face said. So I climbed in the back too.
That night we made out for like an hour. Teasing, playing, hearing each others’ moans for the first time and feeling each other out. We didn’t even take off our clothes. I could feel him up against me, I could not stop groaning. He ravaged my neck, my mouth. And then we drove home.
Days later, I invited him over. We had some wine. I pretended to be interested in our food, on the tv show that was up, on anything other than his body. At one point it was just too much, too unbearable. We took our clothes off, both of us in pretty good shape. He exercised a lot, and had sent me pictures all sweaty and tired. I wanted to make him sweaty and tired now. It was my turn.
We fucked several times. He did have an impressive length. And he did not even know it. He fucked me from behind against the couch and when I complained he was going in too deep and it hurt a bit he just thought that it was because of the position we were in. So I had to explain to him that he was just too big, and I had to get used to it.
I straddled him on the bed, facing him, and made him sit up. To this day, it’s still one of my favorite positions.
His face went taut, he grabbed me by the hips and told me to stop moving because I was going to make him come. I looked surprised, and he admitted that he couldn’t help himself in this position, that it was his weakness. I grinned, my face showing my pleasure but also knowing that from that moment on, I had power over him. I ignored his plea and ground up and down on his cock. He closed his eyes, said my name in warning and threw his face up.
“No, no, no…” he said while trying to grab my legs and stop me from moving.
He couldn’t, and I continued, going faster up and down on him, nothing he could do about it in that position. Maybe that’s why he liked it so much. Maybe he liked loosing control. Maybe I liked having it. I can still picture his face while he came. His short-lived groan, and his cut breath.
We met at least twice a week after that. We fucked, we tied each other up, we got high and we fucked some more. He had such stamina, such high libido, matching mine. I was addicted. And we remained friends.
One time we went to a party with the rest of our friends who we kept our arrangement secret from. I was drunk. I was so pent up from not being able to touch him all night. From being teased endlessly by his smoldering looks, his hungry gaze. He was driving us home in his car.
I was particularly rebellious that night. We were on the highway, at 3 AM in the morning, no cars around, and going very fast. I looked right at him while he looked at the road and slowly inched my hand towards my pussy. I caught his attention through the corner of his eye and he looked at me right when I slipped my hand underneath my pants and started touching myself.
He cursed loudly. He looked at the road and then back at me, biting his lip. He was losing control, and didn’t know where to keep his eyes focused on. The road, or me, my hand, my aching breasts. I saw him growing hard against his pants. I lazily took my fingers out of me and I leaned over and unzipped him. His eyes grew wide, and he told me not to do it. His face and throbbing hard-on told me otherwise.
We were driving at 100 km/h, and I just forcefully lowered his pants and underwear as much as I could and slipped my hand underneath them, as I started stroking him. He didn’t even dare look at me, his control of the steering wheel about to snap. I wasn’t done playing, and I wasn’t about to leave him hanging.
I leaned over and licked over the tip. The car swayed. I smiled and opened my mouth, taking only his tip in, and tracing circles with my tongue around the rim of his crest. He groaned my name, but kept on driving. There was not much room to maneuver, but I managed to grab the base of his cock with my hand as I sucked him in as much as I could, and then I found my rhythm.
He had usually lasted quite a lot in bed, even when I used my mouth on him, which he particularly enjoyed. This time, he didn’t. He was so turned on that I made him come in what felt like less than a minute. As the good girl I can be when I want to, I swallowed him whole, and managed to not make a mess. The car swayed again just as he was coming into my mouth. He looked at me, eyes glazed over, and I just smiled and looked at the road as if nothing had just happened.
It is to this day one of the hottest things I have experienced. His control of himself and the car, and my impulsiveness, and both of us knowing we could have been in real danger but too passionately turned on that we didn’t care. It was a challenge, a test of how far we could go.
We have parted ways since, and have remained friends. Should I send him this retelling of our brief relationship? Will be be delighted? Turned on? Will he want more? We are both in committed relationships right now, but he still sometimes evokes some of my hottest thoughts. I hope I evoke his too.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/zgj90d/i_23f_made_my_friend_with_benefits_23m_come_while
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