a friend of mine was really losing her mind with kids and hubby constantly taking from her. She needed a moment of selfishness. As I sat on her couch, she started smoking a joint. I don’t smoke and I couldn’t understand what was going on. I thought it was a nervous break or something.
She began mentioning all the things she does for everyone and her life still seems empty. Then she starts talking about her husband and how his dick was small but as they got older it just wasn’t enough. We were in our 20’s. I felt bad but as a good friend, I sat listening. Waiting to just be a voice of reason and reassurance. She opened up about how everytime she wanted to leave her husband she ended up pregnant. Some mishap with her pills would always seem to happen. She put out her blunt and looked at me intently. She said, I get that you live life on the edge. But, how can you have anything for you? I still at that moment wasn’t quite understanding what she wanted from me.
The house was smokey. She’d made huge plumes of weed smoke as she contemplated her next move. She was 5’5 blond with blue eyes huge ass for some reason. But, you wouldn’t guess she had any kids. She was a goddess. To that moment we were just friends. Someone I would hang out with after dropping the kids off at school. I admired her smile. And would often compliment her. In our own way we would get lost in eachothers eyes.
As I sat on the couch my inhibitions about being in someone else’s house disappeared, and so did my host. I could almost make out her silhouette as the room suddenly darkened a bit. She continued talking. Her husband got caught sleeping with some girl from work. I was surprised, but this guy was the weed guy so I had little to know respect for him. Just respected the title of being her husband.
That question came up again. What can someone do selfishly to feel alive? I said I have no clue. “I just do things.” The dimly lit room and the smoke which was dissipating at this point gave way to her. I could see her piercingly blue eyes with what little light there was peaking through the curtains to my back. She leaned over to whisper….” The black guy from the school”.
She climbed on my lap. I wore sweats that day. It was a cold day. My jacket sitting next to me on the couch. I could feel new warmth on my sweats. I was surprised and for some reason, already adjusted my dick to be facing up towards my belly button. Her skirt hiked itself up. Her essence was spit open around me as she said wow. She tugged at my pants. My hands lightly touching hers I asked. What are you thinking? Her response as st pulled harder, “If I was thinking I would be wearing underwear.” I slid my ass up and my full length rushed up as she readjusted her thighs all in one motion I was inside her. It was a lot. She got the head in and froze. She was very tight. I gripped her ass and she whispered in my ear. Please go slow you’re really thick. Her ass was so plump, not muscular like full you know, soft but firm. I’ve never felt anything like it. It’s special…
As I started to make thrusts to work more of me into her warmth, she began to climax and say naughty things. She said she couldn’t believe I was interested in her. How she watched the outline of my dick for years and couldn’t fathom just how deep it would feel inside her.
I knew once I was half way in no one had been to that depth because it felt new. Like I was peeling her soul apart and watching her pupils dilate as she got high on our moment. She rose and dropped multiple times. She filled my fantasy and made me daydream about her while I was with her. She exposed my heart beat and controlled the moment with her breathing. We were in sync. She gripped me tight every time she climaxed. I sat it what I can only describe as a consequence for repeatedly touching her gspot on the way to watching my dick touch the back of her belly button.
As I felt my orgasm building. She exploded it felt like someone massaging my entire length. She sat all the way down taking about 3/4 of me as she exhaled and vibrated to our shared heart beat. I was so close I could take a few more thrusts.
We heard the garage open. If we were still in thick of it we would have gotten caught. I couldn’t just run out. She said pull your sweats up and calm down… when her husband walked in we made eye contact. I goofily smiled and was like what’s up. He looked angry and she interjected hey baby this is my gay friend I told you about. I had a choice… ruin her marriage or lie. And I’m not ashamed to say. I lied. 😀 I felt like a total ass hole but, I had my answer to that question. What selfish thing can a person do just for them?
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/109q82j/a_selfish_answer_mf