[MF] My best friend (F21) and I (M21) were bored, so we masturbated together (Part II: The Consequences)

Despite agreeing that [our mutual masturbation session](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/10gfhjr/mf_my_best_friend_f21_and_i_m21_were_bored_so_we/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3) wasn’t weird, it was. Megan and I tried to go forward like nothing had changed between us, but we both knew that something had changed. Watching your best friend’s tits bounce as an orgasm rolled through her body will change how you look at someone. Hearing her moans and gasps as you can hear her fingers slide in and out of her pussy will change how you hear her voice when she sends you a video of her dog. Looking into each other’s eyes as you cum within seconds of each other changes how you view her face. We still talked as often as we had, but sex became a less frequent talking point whereas in the past it had been towards the top of the conversation priority list. Megan would later tell me that she had a bunch of nudes she wanted to send me (in our old “platonic” way) right after our night together, but was nervous it’d lead to an invitation and neither of us knew how to navigate those waters.

A couple weeks after covering my best friend’s tits with cum, I was playing some video games when my phone rang.

“Heeeyyyy,” said the slurred voice on the other end of the phone.

“What’s going on, you have a good night?”

“Oh yeah, Brittney lost her birthday sash and started crying, but that’s not my problem and the rest of us had a blast!”

“Isn’t Brittney’s birthday supposed to be about, you know, Brittney?”

“We got her tequila shots and she still went home with someone, I’d call that making her night. Anyway, come over.”

“Megan, it’s like 1 in the morning. We can see each other tomorrow if you’re free.”

“Come onnnnn, remember the last time you were here? You could bring some wine… we could build a fort or something.”

I chuckled to myself. “Do you really need a bottle of wine? Sounds like the tequila has got its hold on you anyway.”

“Well I’m gonna grab my vibrator right now, it’s your call.”

I paused a moment, weighing my options. Do I make the ten minute drive and try to recapture the magic that was one of the hottest experiences I’ve ever had? Is this a road we’re going to go down? Did we already fuck up our relationship and now we’re at a fork in the road? I shook my head clear and focused on the most pressing question: I’m stone cold sober (well, I’m a little high) and Megan just got home from one of her best friend’s birthday, do I want to be “that guy” and take advantage of this situation? It came to me quickly and I made my choice.

“Can’t come over tonight babe, enjoy your vibrator, think about the guy from when you visited me freshman year.”

I heard a faint buzz turn on from her end. “Ugh, fine.” A long pause where her vibrator was the only noise until she said “he’s not who I’ll think of,” and ended the call.

I sat in silence for a minute to try and accept the decision I had made. I knew it was the morally correct one, but I still kicked myself a little bit. I turned off the Xbox and went outside to finish my joint in an attempt to clear my head. I decided to call it a night, but not before jerking off to the thought of my best friend’s body, which was likely currently writhing in her bed, gripping the sheets with her chest arched to the sky, moaning and cumming to her vibrator clenched between her thighs.

The next day, I went about my business as normal: quick morning work out followed by coffee and breakfast and the morning episode of SportsCenter. Around midday, Megan texted me asking if I could talk. I let the notification sit for about 10 minutes before working up the decision to call her. She answered on the first ring.

“Ok this is getting ridiculous. We need to talk.”

“How are ya feeling?”

“Hungover as shit but that’s not the point. Can you please come over, we need to hash this out and get back on track.”

“Yeah I can do that. Want me to pick you up and we can go somewhere to talk where we won’t be overheard?”

“My parents took everyone to the cabin this morning, we can talk here.”

I told her that sounded good and that I’d leave right away. I spent the short drive over trying to mentally work out how this could go. There were a couple different avenues I could take the conversation, but a voice in the back of my head kept telling me we’d fucked it up and that our friendship wouldn’t remain the same.

I pulled into her driveway and sat in the car, working up the courage to walk through the front door. As I sat, the front door actually opened and Megan stood there, beckoning me to come in. As I walked up to her, I eyed her up a little. She was wearing her hangover clothes, messy hair that you can tell was done up the night before peeking out of her hoodie, gym shorts on, socks and sandals. She gave me a hug as I got to her and led me to the kitchen barstools to sit down. She offered me something to drink as she dumped a packet of Liquid IV into a cup. I held up my water bottle to show I was good and initiated the conversation.

“Ok so elephant in the room, did we fuck up?”

She laughed a little, immediately more relaxed with the ice broken. “I honestly don’t think we did. I’m sorry about last night, that was inappropriate, but… I don’t know I think about that night almost constantly but it doesn’t change how I feel about our relationship. We go to school four hours apart, we’ve got two years left, I’m sorry but I’m not doing the long distance thing.”

“I couldn’t agree more. And this internship I have looks like it could lead to a job here after graduation, and I know it’s early but I’m probably gonna take it. I know you don’t want to stay here after school, so we’ve gotta have a big kid conversation about whatever the fuck it is we’re doing.”

“Bury it?”

I thought about that. “Good idea, not practical. You said you’re thinking about it, I’m thinking about it, we both really enjoyed it.” She nodded emphatically. “I don’t think I can just write it off and honestly I don’t want to.” We continued to bounce ideas off of each other for a little bit.

“Do it again?” “Eh, feels forced. I like that it just happened kinda naturally.”

“Spend 24/7 with each other until it just happens?” “Come on, realistic ideas only.”

“Just you jerk off in front of me? Feels fair since I initiated last time.” “Trust me, there’s not much hot about a guy just standing there jerking off, neither of us would enjoy it.”

We sat and thought in silence, trying to think about how to move forward. After a couple minutes, Megan reached out and touched my hand.

“Let’s fuck.”

I stared at her, trying to read her expression. She seemed honest about the prospect.

“Seriously, u/RoyFookingKent. We’re constantly thinking about it, we both want to despite worrying about where it goes, I think this is our best plan. Ever since that night, I’ve thought about it non-stop, I’m sure you have too, and I think that’s likely where this path ends. Get it out of our system, be able to say we did it, don’t tell a soul, and move on with our lives as best friends.”

This felt like a Hail Mary to me, huge upside and a terrifyingly huge downside. “Are you sure about this?”

“You got a better idea?”

“Than us fucking? I mean since it’s out there, every other idea has kinda faded away… Ground rules?”

“Ground rule number one: today is the only day this happens. Ground rule number two: we fucking move on after this, I’m sick of this bullshit.”

“Ok, agreed to those. I meant more for what we can and can’t do today.”

She grinned at me with a sparkle in her eye. “This is our only shot at this, there aren’t rules for it.”

I took a deep breath and let her lead the way. We walked upstairs to her room in silence that was moderately awkward until she put on a little bit of music. I stood by her bed, not wanting to be the first one to make a move. She walked up to me, looked up at my face, closed her eyes and leaned in…

… and burst out laughing. I froze, no idea what was funny. Honestly, this was the most nervous I had ever been with a woman and her laughing an inch from my face wasn’t helping.

“Uhhhhh Megan? What’s going on…?”

“I just almost kissed you! That’s fucked up, we’ve never kissed before. I’m just thinking of the absurdity of it. You’ve seen me naked, I’ve seen all of you, I’ve sent you my filthiest nudes, we tell each other about everyone we’ve been with and everything we do with them, you fucking came on my tits two weeks ago after I came with my head in your lap. All of that, and we’ve never even kissed.”

I smiled at the absurdity of it. I took a deep breath, reached out to touch her cheek, and said “let’s get that part over with then,” and pulled her close to me.

Our lips met and she melted into my body. My hands slid down her back to her ass and gave it a firm grab. She jumped up and wrapped her legs around my waist, licking my bottom lip and sighing as she did so. I sat down on the bed with her in my lap, quickly moving my hands from her ass to the bottom of her sweatshirt. She raised her arms, inviting me to take it off. I lifted it over her head and found myself staring at her incredibly round, perky tits. Her nipple were erect and begging to be put in my mouth.

“No bra, huh? Were you expecting this kind of resolution?” I asked with a wink.

“Expecting? No. Sure it crossed my mind, but don’t think you’re more important than comfort,” she responded before closing the space between our mouths again. I put a hand between us to feel her tits, rubbing her nipple between my thumb and index before rolling us over and laying her on her back. I kissed down her chin and neck to her chest, taking a nipple in my mouth as my hand found her other. Megan reached to take my shirt off as I sucked on her tits, her moaning as I rubbed her pussy outside of her shorts. One of her hands found the back of my head, holding me in place, as her other worked its way to my sweatpants. She found the outline of my cock, which had been at full mast since she first suggested we fuck, and began gently rubbing it. When I came back up to kiss her again, her hands rapidly undid the knot holding my sweats up. She slid both of her hands into my pants, one began tracing my cock, the other holding my balls. I let out a groan into her mouth.

“Roll over,” she instructed. “I need to do something I had to physically restrain myself from doing last time.” She slid down my body until she was eye-level with my dick, staring at it with admiration. Megan spit onto the head of it, spreading it with her hand, slowly stroking up and down my full length, seemingly infatuated with it. She looked up at me and, holding eye contact, licked tantalizingly slow from my base to the tip. She swirled her tongue around the head of my cock, before licking back down and gently sucking on my balls. She did that a couple more times, licking painstakingly slow, teasing endlessly, never breaking eye contact, until she finally took a breath and took my cock into her mouth.

I was in a euphoric state. I had a hand gripping her hair as she slowly bobbed her wet mouth up and down my dick. Megan would take me to the back of her throat and hold it there before slowly pulling it all the way out, leaving a string of spit connecting my cock to her lips. She’d lick up the spit and repeat the process. Before long, I knew I was going to cum and I wasn’t going to waste this experience on a blow job alone.

“Come here.” She took me down her throat one more time quickly before climbing back up my body. She shoved her tongue into my mouth and we made out with passion. I hadn’t realized Megan took off her shorts while she was blowing me and now her pussy was grinding on my dick. I flipped us over and pressed my dick against her clit, slowly rubbing up and down and listening to her sounds. I wanted so badly to fuck her in that moment, but I was still on edge from her slow head, so I decided to return the favor.

I positioned my head between her legs, kissing and licking her inner thighs between lightly flicking her wet cunt with my tongue. When I finally licked up her pussy and sucked on her clit, Megan let out an “oh FUCK,” and grabbed the back of my head, pushing my face into her sweet juices. I slid a finger into her tight hole as I licked her clit, Megan moaning and whimpering from above. I could feel her body tightening as she neared an orgasm, and right when she got to the edge I pulled my head back. She gasped and looked down at me.

“No, no, keep going, please keep going.”

I licked her pussy again a couple times and pulled back yet again.

Megan cried out again. “Fuck, please keep going, I’m so close I’m so close I’m so close.”

“You don’t cum until I tell you to. The chase is the best part, remember?”

She whined and tried to lift her hips to my mouth. I sucked on her clit one more time before going back up to kiss her. She greedily kissed me, eager to taste her juices on my tongue. I put one hand behind her head and the other on her pussy, rubbing her clit. I could tell she was right there, ready to cum at any moment. I looked into her eyes, still circling her clit, and asked her, “are you ready?”

She nodded and gasped out, “are you?”

I nodded and lined my dick up with her hole. I paused and we locked eyes one more time, before I pushed forward and slid my length into her tight, warm cunt.

“Oh fuuuuuck…” moaned Megan. “Fuck yes, fuck yes, fuck-”

She was cut off by her own gasp, her entire body tensing up before releasing into a cry of “fuck!” as she came around my dick. Her pussy clamped down on me, threatening to push me out as her body spasmed beneath me. I held myself in and began to slowly thrust as her orgasm rolled through her body. She opened her eyes, wrapped her legs around me, and pulled my head down to kiss me.

“You good?” I asked. She laughed and said between breaths “obviously, off to a great start. Keep going, I’ve told you before how I like it.”

I began to pump my cock into her harder, fucking her into the mattress as her body arched beneath me. I changed my position so I was kneeling by her and put her legs over my shoulders, gripping her thighs to use as leverage as I fucked her harder. Her moans and cries were non-stop now, an endless stream of cursing and yeses and begging for more. I reached into her bedside table mid-thrust, taking an educated guess as to where her toys would be. I lucked out, finding her vibrator, a bottle of lube, and a large butt plug. I turned on the vibrator and pressed it to her clit and her hand mindlessly grabbed at it, taking control and holding it in place. I then reached for the butt plug and she hungrily nodded. As I fucked her, I lathered the butt plug with copious amounts of lube. I grabbed her ass and lifted, exposing her asshole. She dropped the vibrator for a second and spread her cheeks with both hands. As I eased the plug into her, Megan made animalistic noises, a mix of growls, groans, and moans. When her asshole finally accepted the plug, she let out a huge sigh and whispered, “I feel so fucking full right now.”

I leaned down to kiss her before pulling out and flipping her to all fours. She put her face in the mattress and picked up the vibrator again, pressing it to her clit. When I pushed my cock back into her pussy, I could feel the vibrations traveling through her cunt. She backed her ass into me, bouncing her cheeks against me and I pressed my thumb against her plug. Megan began to cry out again, telling me to fuck her harder and to not stop before her body gave out and she collapsed into the bed in a moaning, squirming heap.

“Please cum for me, please I need it.”

“Where do you want it?”

She paused for a split second before saying, “cum in my mouth, I need to taste you.”

That was enough for me. I pulled out of her and climbed up her body, kneeling over her with my legs on either side of her torso. She kept the vibrator on her cunt as she lifted her head and took the tip of my cock in her mouth. I slowly thrusted into her mouth as she moaned with pleasure.

“Fuck Megan, I’m gonna cum now.”

She moaned with satisfaction as she pulled her head back, stuck out her tongue for me, and took my cock back into her mouth with her tongue licking the underside of my cock head. I blew my load, several ropes of cum into her mouth as she continued to moan. She swallowed all of it, then licked up and down my now deflating cock, tasting all of her juices.

We laid next to each other for a while, an arm around each other but not speaking. After a couple minutes, she burst out laughing again.

“Well that was fucking incredible! I’d say we should’ve done that sooner but like we’ve said, the chase is great.”

We fucked again not long after (it was technically still the same day) before watching another movie and fucking again that night (it went past midnight but that’s a technicality). The next day we woke up next to each other, went downstairs for coffee and had a true heart-to-heart. We felt as though we had gotten it out of our systems, we felt closer than ever to each other, and we agreed that we’d be able to move forward.

That was the only day Megan and I ever fucked. Looking back, I’m somewhat surprised that our “plan” worked, but it miraculously did. We were able to move on with our friendship while also able to reminisce to each other about our experience together, but kept it to ourselves (until now I suppose. She knows I’m writing these stories and told me she enjoyed reading them.). I was part of her wedding party a couple years ago and our friendship has never been stronger.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/10h4tj5/mf_my_best_friend_f21_and_i_m21_were_bored_so_we