I finally got on his pole [FM]

*This story makes me smile because we were both so young and stupid.*

I had a best friend in college. I’ve actually written about him briefly in the background of a few stories. We were never exactly “together” but we were really close and often had “sleepovers.” We did fuck a few times, but we mostly just made out and cuddled throughout our friendship until he got a girlfriend (now his wife whom I love). He’s still a joy in my life and a dear friend.

When I first met him, I was thoroughly unimpressed though. He had a swagger about him I interpreted as cocky, and every time I looked up he had a different girl hanging on him.

The most annoying thing about him was that he had a fucking stripper pole in his bedroom. He just installed it when he moved in like it was a casual piece of furniture.

I don’t know why this bothered me so much. Maybe I was just closed-minded back then, but it seemed to be some kind of statement. He acted like it was a victory every time he got a girl to dance on it, and this annoyed me.

Still, his house always had beer, his roommates were hot, and I lived two doors away. I spent many weekends at the parties they threw.

One Friday night I was at one of these infamous parties and getting a little bored. He somehow didn’t have a girl on his arm long enough to come chat with me. He saw I wasn’t drinking and handed me a beer, but I pushed it away.

“I never really see you drink,” he said as he took his fourth shot of the night.

“I drink. I just have to study tomorrow,” I responded.

“You don’t like me very much, do you?”

“I like you just fine, bro.”

“You never want to hang out.”

“You’ve never asked me to hang out.”

He jumped up and held out his hand. “Let’s hang out now. Let’s got to my room.”

I almost laughed. “I’m not going to be one more girl on your pole.”

“Oh come on, I sincerely just want to get to know you. We don’t have to go to my room.”

Somehow, someway, this resulted in him coming back to my place to watch a movie. This was after like four rounds of me assuring him absolutely nothing was going to happen and him saying he didn’t care. He also said we could watch whatever I wanted so I chose “The Graduate.”

*This part is not relevant but I find him adorable so I’m including it.*

Halfway through the movie he proclaimed he didn’t get the premise. I started explaining the symbolism and he stopped me.

“No!” He said, “I don’t get why he doesn’t just stay with the mom. She’s way hotter.”

At this, I laughed. I laughed so hard I cried and then looked over and saw him beaming.

“I never see you laugh, V. It’s nice. It’s cute even.”

And then we made out.

To be more specific, he pulled me onto the floor so I was on top of him and he stuck his tongue in my mouth as we dry humped. He ran a hand through my hair and then grabbed my thighs and guided me back and forth. He got hard through his jeans and I rubbed myself against him until

When he flipped me on my back, he crawled on top of me and wrapped my legs around him. He pushed himself against me slowly, and I felt myself get wet. I moaned once and he pulled back and smiled as he drove his hips against me again, harder this time. When I let out another moan, his grin got bigger.

“This is my favorite part,” he whispered when my eyes rolled back. “V, please let me finger you. You’re so pent up I could make you come in a second.”

I shot him a look and shook my head. He drove his hips into me again. I stifled a moan.

“Are you sure? I’m really good at it. I’d go down on you too if you’ll let me.”

“I…” I trailed off. “I don’t do this.”

“You’ve had an orgasm before, right?”

“Yes, damn it!” I pulled away. “I don’t have meaningless hookups.”

“How do you know my hookups are meaningless?”

“You have a pole in your room.”

“You are really hung up on that. It’s not a crime to like sex, you know? It also doesn’t mean I don’t like you. I really do.”

I scoffed. “Because I’m a pair of boobs in front of you.”

He clutched his chest. “Ouch. That’s all you think I am?”

*Ok, so I actually did want to hook up with him, but I had kind of low self confidence. He was very attractive and I was very inexperienced and worried he’d see through me.*

“I don’t know you.”

“Get to know me then.”

“As friends?”

He sighed. “Fine. We’ll be besties. Now, as your new best friend, let’s have our first sleepover.”

I shot him a look.

“I promise it will be platonic with some light cuddling,” he assured me. “I’m just exhausted and don’t want to walk back.”

And thus began an odd relationship.

He really was one of my best friends. He forced me to relax and I forced him to study. His GPA went from barely passing to almost perfect, and I suddenly had more friends than I could handle. We hooked up with other people pretty regularly, but also often had sleepovers.

We didn’t fuck, but we did make out and… Had our moments.

Once on his birthday after too many shots, he pulled me into his bathroom and pushed me onto the counter. I was in a miniskirt and he wrapped my legs around him and pulled me in. He rubbed himself against my clit and I had to grab his shoulders to steady myself. The room spun as something like lust flooded me. I finally undid his pants, reached my hand inside, and stroked him a few times.

*Yes… He was large. I didn’t have much to compare it to at the time and I knew that.*

He reared back and grinned. He went in for another kiss, but had to stop. He got a look for terror on his face and then ran to the toilet and threw up.

*He wasn’t even 21. None of us knew how to drink.*

I laughed, helped him clean up, and then swung one of my arms around my shoulders and started towards his bedroom. I tucked him in and he pulled me into bed with him.

“It’s my luck, right?” He smiled. “I’ve thought of that moment so much and I fuck it up before it even starts.”

“Go to bed, dude. I’ll stay with you until you fall asleep.”

“You want to know what I think about, V?” He asked me as he pulled me in. He slipped a hand under my skirt and grabbed my ass and it made me shudder. “I think of you on that pole when I get myself off. And you on your knees.”

“You’re being silly,” I laughed as I slapped his hand away. “Go to sleep.”

Another “moment” came when we woke up to the sounds of my roommate fucking during one of our sleepovers.

“She sounds like he’s having fun,” he laughed. “What do you think they’re doing?”

“They fuck against the window so her nipples get cold,” I moaned. “Go back to sleep.”

“Do you ever get off when you hear them fuck?” He laughed.

“No.”

“Liar.”

“Ok, sometimes.”

He paused and stroked my hair a few times. “Can I get myself off?”

My eyes suddenly snapped open. “What? No, you cannot get off to the sounds of my roommate having sex while you’re in my bed.”

He sat up and put a hand beside me so he was leaning over me. “Let me rephrase, I’d like to get off to the thought of you pressed against the window while I listen to her having sex.”

I gulped and finally gave a reluctant nod. I had never even seen this dude’s dick but he was not shy when he pulled down his boxers and started stroking himself while he looked me in the eyes. He started very slowly, but his breathing hitched when I licked my lips.

He looked down at my chest. “Can I see them? I promise I won’t touch you.”

I very, very slowly pulled my shirt up and watched his face light up as he started stroking himself harder.

“Fuck, I’ve always wondered,” he whispered.

“Do they live up to expectations?”

“Hard to say by just looking.”

I guided his hand to my chest and let him fondle me. He ran a thumb under my nipple and I shuddered. Then he squeezed and my body convulsed. We made eye contact and he smiled.

“Definitely lives up to expectations.”

He came on my sheets with a gasp and we stared at each other awkwardly for a few moments. He got a tissue and cleaned up a little before he crawled back into bed beside me.

“What are you thinking about?” I asked.

“I’m wondering if I’m the first guy to come in these sheets because you’re such a Puritan… and I’m also hoping this doesn’t change anything.”

I kissed him on the cheek and pulled him into a cuddle. “You’re my best friend. This won’t change anything.”

*Oh man, retelling this story hurts my soul. I just thought he was a fuck boy who liked to cuddle, but he was pretty clearly into me. I think I regularly broke his poor, fuck boy heart.*

So our actual, real hookup came when he had a real hero moment. He stopped by to see me at work and followed me around while I was closing up. One table refused to leave even though I was passively aggressively cleaning up around them. One dude asked for another drink and got an attitude when I told him I couldn’t reopen the register. My best friend snapped, “She’s not your servant, asshole. They’re closed.”

I acted appalled and apologized so I didn’t get fired but when they finally left I kissed him. “I like your righteous anger,” I smiled.

Then we both poured copious amounts of alcohol into styrofoam cups and walked across campus giggling.

“I should go home,” I finally said.

“Noooo, come sleep over. My house is right around the corner.”

“We’re neighbors, you idiot. So is mine.”

“But my bed is comfy and I get cold at night.”

So I ended up at his house.

When I collapsed on his bed I asked if he had washed the sheets since the last girl he fucked in them.

“Don’t hate on me because I get laid and you don’t,” he laughed as he fell beside me. “And it’s been a while for me anyway.”

“I get laid. I’m just busy. I have other things on my mind.”

He shook his head. “Sometimes I can’t tell if you’re asexual or the most sexual person I’ve ever met but super insecure.”

*It was the latter.*

“I’m not insecure just because I don’t want to get on your fucking pole.”

“I think you hate on my pole because you secretly want to try it out.”

“You wish.”

“I was a damn hero at your work. You don’t think I deserve a teeny tiny show? Oh wait, I forgot that it’s you.”

Well that got me. I stood up, slowly walked toward the pole, and swung around once. He raised an eyebrow when I swung the other way and then lifted my legs entirely as I did a full circle.

The thing about pole dancing is that it’s much easier than you’d imagine. I swung left and right, threw my legs up and then back, changed hands, and then went full upside down as I spun around.

“Hey V?” He finally called.

“What?” I giggled as I swung to see him.

“You’re making me hard and it’s not fair.”

“Who says I’m not turned on right now too?”

“Because it’s you.”

I let myself fall to the floor and literally crawled towards him.

“You’re playing with me, V,” he groaned.

“Maybe I’m not.”

He pulled me up beside him and smiled down at me. “We should go to bed.”

“No goodnight kiss?” I asked as I pulled him in so we could make out. We often pecked each other and had made out plenty of times, but this one went deeper. He circled my mouth with his tongue and his hand shot to my breast. I cupped mine around it and squeezed.

He put his hand under my shirt then and pinched my nipple before he squeezed me again. He pulled back for just a moment and I gave him a nod, so he pulled my shirt off completely and pulled my bra down. When he put his mouth to my chest and bit down gently I threw my head back. He circled me with my tongue and I gasped.

“Viola… Please let me finger you. I want to so badly,” he whispered.

“Why?”

He ran a thumb over my nipple and I grabbed the sheets to steady myself. “Because you respond like this. Do you know how much I’ve thought of this?”

I finally gave a nod and helped him pull my pants down and throw them aside. When he pulled my underwear down I couldn’t breathe.

I’ve been fingered a bunch in my life (*you know… like a slut*) but nothing has ever been as satisfying as when two of his fingers slipped inside of me. He put his face close to mine and watched me as he moved in and out. The more I squirmed, the more he looked mesmerized and almost giddy. He moved slowly, torturing me. Occasionally he’d blow on my nipple and bite it again, just to watch my reaction.

“I fucking love this,” he gasped.

“What?”

“I love how you’re responding to me.” He ran a hand across my nipple grinned when I moaned. “Just liked that.”

He put another finger inside me and ran his thumb over my clit. I moaned loader then.

“V… Can I go down on you?”

“Yes please,” I breathed.

I did not have to ask twice. He grabbed my thighs and pulled me toward him before he put his head between my legs and went to fucking town. This man was 19 but he knew his way around a damn clit. He fingered me as he licked me with long strokes until my knees were shaking.

“You have to stop,” I gasped.

He stopped and looked confused. “What? Why? What’s wrong?”

“I might make noises and I’m embarrassed.”

He stared at me for a second almost dumbfounded. “Are you fucking serious?”

“I… I don’t know.”

“The noises are the best part, Viola. I’ve been wanting to make you scream since I met you.”

“You want to make me scream?”

“Preferably my name.”

Then he put one hand on my breast, one inside of me, and put his tongue back on my clit. He went faster this time, squeezing and licking, until I was about to explode. I felt myself moan, gasp, squirm, and shake. The more sounds escaped from my mouth the more into me he seemed. He’d occasionally glance up with a shimmer in his eyes. I felt helpless as waves of pleasure started building and finally was so consumed I didn’t give a damn about what I looked like or what noises I made.

“I’m close,” I gasped as he squeezed me harder. I did scream his name as I came and sat up. I pulled his hair as I rode it out and then fell back with the most fantastic smile plastered on my face. “Holy shit.”

“How was it?”

“The best I’ve ever had.”

“Really?”

“Jesus Christ. Are you the fucking god of clit play? Is there some school on oral sex I don’t know about? You’re amazing.”

*I’m fairly certain this boosted this man’s ego for life.*

That sure did made him grin. He had the cutest, most boyish smile I’ve ever seen. “I’m going to propose something and you can say no if you don’t want.”

“I think I’d do anything you wanted at this point. Jesus.”

He put a hand to my cheek. “I think we should have sex now.”

“I think we should too.”

“Ok,” he smiled.

He pulled his shirt off and I took a moment to bless college sports. He sat on his knees and let me undo his belt. I shoved his pants down so quickly and before I could stop myself scrambled to put my mouth on him.

*I couldn’t help it. I had thought about sucking him off a lot.*

“Shit!” He moaned as he grabbed the back of my head and pushed me down. I bobbed back and forth until I could take him all in, and started slowly picking up my pace. I swirled my tongue around his head once and then he fell back. “I can’t come yet.”

He grabbed a condom and put in on quickly before he kicked his pants off completely and then jumped in bed, pinning me down.

He stared at me a moment. “Are you sure?”

I nodded enthusiastically.

“Thank god!” He smiled. He kissed my neck as he positioned himself and finally pushed inside of me.

The release was something I can’t even describe.

Dear god, I screamed. It had been way too long since I had gotten laid and it was like seeing color for the first time in ages. He rocked into me and I moaned against his ear.

“Can I go harder?” He asked.

I pulled back and smiled. “Do literally anything you want. If you’re anything like you were with your tongue, I trust your instincts.”

He pulled out of me, flipped me on my stomach, and moved so he was on top of me with his chest pressed against my back. He slipped back in me and put his mouth to my ear. He thrust into me and I gasped, shaking uncontrollably.

“I want you to scream, V. I want to make you come so hard you loose control. Think you can do that?”

“I honestly don’t know.”

He wrapped an arm around and slid his hand under my belly and in between my legs so he could rub my clit again. “Let’s find out.”

He thrust again and I threw my head back. I grabbed the sheets and turned my head to kiss him. When he thrust again I moaned into his mouth and shuddered when he moved his hand back and forth over my clit.

“I might be close,” he gasped. “I’m so sorry. I’ll get you off again.”

“No need,” I whispered. In that moment, something broke. My head spun as I took a final breath and then screamed so loud I’m sure his neighbors heard. My whole body shook with pleasure before I heard him gasp and finish.

To my surprise, he held me for a long time and pressed his cheek to mine. “I’ve always wondered what you’d taste like and how you’d moan.”

“I’ve always wondered what you’d feel like.”

He rolled out of me and spooned me after we cleaned up. We fell asleep like that.

*Oh young V… If only I could go back in time and tell you what a little bitch you are for this next part.*

I woke up naked in his bed the bed day. I smiled at him, kissed his cheek, and then threw the covers up so I could get dressed.

“Want to grab breakfast?” He asked.

“I have to study. But thank you so much for last night. You’re… Incredible.”

He grinned. “I’m glad to get your review.”

“I know! I totally see why you have girls lining up. You’re so good. You’re right. I needed that.”

“Um… Yeah.”

“Oh my god. You’re a sex god.” I went over and stuck my hand out to shake his. “Friends?”

*The universe cracked open at those words.*

He shook my hand. “Yeah… Always.”

“Great! I’ll call you later.”

*Oh god, this makes me cringe. He is still a dear friend. We’ve talked about it and I now see what an idiot I was.*

*I realize how silly this sounds, but I had no idea he was pursuing me. About a month before this happened he had stopped seeing anyone else and I was too preoccupied with my own life to notice. We stayed friends after this and fucked a few more times later, but I wounded his pride quite dearly. I was confused when he got a little cold, and years later he told me the truth.*

*But hey, it was fun while it lasted. I got a good friend and a few good orgasms.*

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/11o8zaj/i_finally_got_on_his_pole_fm