I F22 had a sleepover with my coworker F23 [FF]

Skip the first paragraph if you don’t want context.

I have to write this down, I have to remember every detail. And I want to tell someone but there’s no one I can tell, given the slightly immoral nature of it. We work together. She’s objectively a beautiful girl. Very sweet and genuine, comes off a little shy, but getting to know her she grew progressively more flirtatious and forward. We’ve become very close friends. Hanging out after work when we can, usually smoking in a car, in an abandoned parking lot, tensions high. These late night conversations couldn’t help but elicit conversation of our shared attraction, how fun it would be to play together. She’s never had any girl on girl experience and is definitely eager to try. I on the other hand, although I have some experience, still feel like I need more. We’d reveal all our secrets about each other. Our wet dreams, in which we’d get so close, I’d climb on top of her but never did anything because it wasn’t allowed. Our fantasies, where I’d massage her, moving me hands over her back, over her ass, spreading her legs apart, getting her so worked up, she’d have no choice but to accept my fingers inside her. The tensions had become so intense I once came to a video of her singing… And in the midst of these conversation we unfortunately would always have to remind ourselves that we’re both in relationships. Good ones too. Once I tried to set boundaries with her but that quickly fell through. We couldn’t help it. Flirting with each other. Wanting to touch legs or fingers every time we got the chance. The tension had been building for weeks.

We decided we’d have a sleepover.

The anticipation leading up to it was very exciting. Wondering if we were both faithful enough to not do anything. Hoping that something would happen, but obviously knowing it shouldn’t because that would be bad. She gets her period the day before. We take it as a sign from the universe telling us to be good.

The time comes. I’m at her house and we’re very playful with each other, we decide to drink wine and smoke. We changed into pj shorts and oversized shirts. Her shorts were very revealing and her legs looked ridiculously smooth and sexy. We wanted to push the edge, seeing how far each of us might go before actually doing anything. We play spicy games with sex related questions. We massage each others feet. She was very adept with her hands let me tell you. A natural understanding for how to make a person feel good. She was complaining about her back pain from her period. I offer to massage her back. Knowing what this might do to the both of us, I continue to climb on top of her, roll up her shirt, grab the lotion and begin. Moving my hands methodically, starting with slow circles on her lower back, pressing my thumbs into the tighter areas working the lotion in. I glide my thumbs up her spine, and spread my palms over her shoulders. She moans softly. We both giggle, and she apologizes but that only made me want to touch her more. I make use of my whole hand, using lots of pressure, and focusing on the areas that elicit more of a response. She continued to moan throughout the massage. “It just feels good to release” she says. I understood. I’d occasionally tease her underwear line every so often, but mostly because I was desperately fighting the urge to pull down her shorts and bury my hands in her pussy. Eventually the massage was over and we decided to cuddle and watch Netflix. We would stroke each others arm or back. Her touch felt so good, and I couldn’t help but twitch and shiver. I’d do my best to “accidentally” brush my hand against her chest while I was gently scratching her arm, just to tease her, but not push the boundaries too far. We fall asleep cuddling. We were mostly good on this night. It was not until the morning that we let the tension get the best of us.

We cuddled the whole night, and in the morning, in our sleepy state, seemed to get more aggressive with each other. Our legs fit in between each others so that we could rub ourselves against the other. I was petting her arm, my hand danced across her nipple. I imagined the excitement she was feeling, and her body presses closer to mine. I raise my leg, so that it’s against her pussy. I feel it’s warmth, I feel it tense, and I timidly put more pressure on it. I slowly rub myself against her leg. With every pulse and flex I felt in her pussy on my leg, I became more excited and horny. I gently graze my hand down her side and onto her leg. Teasing and stroking her thigh I’d bring my hand closer to the inside of her leg then dance away. She presses herself closer to me, I know she wants more. My pussy is throbbing and wet at this point and I start forcefully grinding my thigh in between her legs. I want more, I want her to use me for her pleasure, I’m showing her that it’s okay. Neither of us spoke to acknowledge what was happening, we were both just so in the moment and couldn’t seem to stop ourselves. I continue to tease her nipples, over her shirt, they were hard. I wanted them in my mouth. I wanted to slide my hand in her pants and rub circles on her clit. I wanted to hear her moan my name in my ear. But after realizing this wasn’t going to happen, I pulled away. It started to feel too good, too tempting, and I felt guilty.

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