This is, I suppose, the third installment with my friend Anne. You can read about our first encounter [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/2qbwm3/my_amazing_but_nearly_busted_encounter_with_my/) and our second time [over here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/334i3p/follow_up_on_my_encounter_with_my_best_friend/). If you don’t care to read those two, I’ll give you a little recap. Anne and I have been friends for years. We met in college and now both completing our respective doctorates at different universities a few hours away. There’s a sometimes mentioned sexual tension between us, but the timing has never been right for us to be an item – one of us has always been dating someone else, or there’s been a physical or emotional divide between us. The quintessential “bring home to the parents type,” she’s equally beautiful as she is intelligent and kind and one of the few people I’ve felt truly connected to, both physically and mentally. But I digress.
A few weekends ago, some mutual friends were getting married. As one of the groomsmen, I’ve known for months about the upcoming nuptials and as soon as I found out, I asked Anne if she’d like to be my date and she excitedly agreed. I’d been looking forward to the weekend for months. As with our last encounter, the first night together was tame. She came up the night before the wedding and, weary from travelling, we ate dinner then retired to the living room to watch the Simpsons like old times. It wasn’t long before she retired to bed, taking the guest room, much to my disappointment.
The next morning, we ate a relaxing breakfast and got ourselves ready for the wedding. It was rare to see Anne in a dress as she always seemed to be in jeans and a t-shirt, so when she stepped out of the bedroom it was hard not to comment.
“You look beautiful,” I blurted out. I couldn’t help taking in her beauty. She had straightened her shoulder length normally wavy brown hair and a diamond on a delicate silver chain naturally drew my eyes both up to her blue-grey eyes and down to her fit body. She was wearing a mid-thigh length black dress that was somehow both classy and extraordinarily sexy. It hugged her generous C-cup breasts and accentuated her hourglass feature leading to the strong, muscular legs of a cyclist (by the way, if you need more of a mental image, think Anna Kendrick but with dark brown hair).
“I’m glad you’re enjoying it,” I heard her say almost sarcastically, snapping me out of my transfixion. “You don’t look half bad yourself,” I smiled at her compliment. I was also in rare form wearing a dark grey suit, dark blue tie matching the blue iris boutonniere on my lapel. I placed my hand on the small of her back as we stepped outside into the cool afternoon to head to the wedding.
The wedding was beautiful and we soon found ourselves eating, drinking, and dancing with numerous old friends at the reception. The the party had been going for a few hours when we stepped outside to cool off. The December air was cold and crisp and I soon noticed goosebumps on Anne’s bare arms. Stepping closer to her, I covered her shoulders with my suit jacket and pulled her into me. Without hesitation she pressed her body against mine and I caught an intoxicating whiff of her hair.
“I’m cold. You want to get out of here?” she says to me almost in a whisper as she grinds her hips closer to me. I’m incapable of stopping the erection straining against the fabric of my pants as she presses her ass into me. I can only nod and kiss her neck in agreement.
The short drive home was nearly silent, my hand across the center console tracing her thigh. By the time we arrive back at my house I can tell we’re both excited. She keeps me waiting, however, heading towards the bathroom as we walk in the door. I take off my jacket and tie as I make my way to the sofa. Anne emerges wearing sweatpants and a tank top giving me an obvious insight that she wasn’t wearing a bra. She settles on the sofa close next to me.
“Want a massage?” I ask, my hands already on her shoulders. I’m taken again by the smell of her hair as I brush it aside. I take my time working the knots in her slender shoulders and with each rotation of my thumb on her shoulders she’s working herself closer to me. I move her hair again to work up the left side of her neck and cannot resist gently kissing it. I keep my face close, letting her feel my hot breath on her ear and see her hand slide from her knee to mine, tracing up and down my inner thigh. I nudge her head to the side with my hand and our lips meet.
We kiss passionately, our tongues being reintroduced after several years apart. Before long my hands are back on her neck and chest, slipping lower and pinching her nipple from outside her thin tank top, eliciting a hushed moan of approval. My hands glide back up her chest and shoulder and back down, this time slipping down her tank top, tracing her cleavage before cupping her left breast, running my fingertips over her erect nipple, causing an even louder moan. Anne shifts positions, still somewhat in front of me she now leans back into me as my other hand is now around her waist, giving me easier access to the front of her pants. I stroke my hand across her flat stomach from her hip bone to her navel before letting my hand slip down and push at the top of her pants. Anne squirms in apparent excitement as I tease the top of her panties with my hand.
Before I can push further, she changes positions, rolling over on top of me, pushing me back into the couch. Laying back on top of me, her right hand squeezes my cock as she passionately kisses me. I’m taken by her new-found desire to take control and follow her lead. I continue pushing up on her tank top as her hand works its way towards my belt, fumbling with it.
“Want some help with that?” I whisper. As she sits up to give me access to my belt, I pull her tank top over her head, exposing her generous perky breasts, hard nipples sticking out like eraser heads already. I undo my belt, button and fly as Anne works on the buttons of my shirt. She lays back down on top of me, our bare chests now touching as her hand goes back towards my cock. She first grazes me before grabbing me firmer through my boxers. I fondle her breast and as she slides her hand down my boxers for the first time, pinch her nipple at the same time her fingers first come into contact with my cock. That must have set something off in her and immediately she was kissing down my body towards my cock, nipples grazing me as she kissed lower. Her tongue went straight to my cock, licking from the base to the tip, before sucking the precum off my head. She licks several more times before I feel her lips on my cock. Without prompting she’s bobbing her head and soon I feel an orgasm coming. I pull her back towards me and my hands are quickly down her pants. My fingers immediately find her wet lips and easily glides across her clit, causing her to shiver with pleasure. She starts grinding herself down towards my hand.
“I want you,” she moans in my ear. “I want you inside me.”
I push her pants the rest of the way down and it doesn’t take much adjusting for my cock to be aligned with her pussy. I feel her hand on my cock, guiding me inside her, feeling the tip of my cock come into contact with her lips. Pushing myself up I slide myself deeper inside her. I see her wince – still relatively inexperienced and tight, it takes a minute for me to be able to get fully inside her. Once I’m inside her we’re in sync with each other, me thrusting in tune with her gyration on top of me. One hand finds and cups her breast and the other pulls her hips and ass down onto me with each thrust. Her moans get faster and more earnest building up to the moment when she holds herself down on my cock and her body goes tense. I can feel her pussy clamped down on my cock as the orgasm reverberates through her body. As it passes, she kisses me intently.
Without speaking, she dismounts me and slides back down my body towards my cock. She again licks from my balls to my head, this time licking both significantly more precum along with her own juices from my cock. Stroking me with one hand, she teases my balls with the other. Again I feel my own orgasm building, tapping Anne on the head as a nearly too-late warning. With one final stroke, I explode, my cum splashing her face. She sits up as I finish cumming and a drop falls from her face onto her breast. She leans back in and licks some of the mess, smiling up at me in the process…
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7m8qx0/my_third_encounter_with_my_best_friend
Amazing