Feeling Is Mutual [MF]

Kel and I met on a dating site years ago. Pre-Tinder days, for those who remember. It was one of those sites that you fill in an enormous amount of questions and tick a million boxes, which makes the act of finding a partner akin to doing taxes. This same site managed to give me a 98% match with someone who I was pretty more was my most recent ex-girlfriend. Kel and I weren’t far off either, something like a 95% match.

We were both at an odd place in our lives, just out of relationships, but both social types that just wanted the opportunity to meet a fresh face. It worked out, but in different ways we imagined. We went out on a few dates (ie. went out in bar crawls and got horrifically slaughtered a few times), had a generally good rapport, and kept in close contact.

One night, we were just talking about it, and both came to the conclusion that we weren’t really looking for love in our lives at the point, and decided it best for both of us to stay as friends. We’ve been very close friends ever since, but with a twist.

See, despite the acknowledgement of wanting to maintain a close friendship, we found ourselves at an intersection where, at the core, there was an absolute physical attraction to each other. Being both fans of tension and intimacy, we devised a way to make this work for both of us.

It begins with a set of rules.

1. We’re never going to fuck. This includes oral, and touching each other in a sexual fashion.

2. Seeing each other naked is fine – we’re adults.

3. No kissing, ever.

4. Being both filthy mouth mannered, dirty talk is encouraged.

As we’re both sexually charged, in short, we could be sexual in each other’s company, but just never consummate it. I can see how others could find this an odd arrangement (when we’re out, we wingman each other, but sometimes people make the jump and think we’re singers, not our intention), but we’re odd folk, and it’s a dynamic that seems to work well for us. In short, it allows us to masturbate in each other’s company. It ends up being this nice balance of intimacy and respect, whilst still being able to experience each other in a sexual context.

We hang out frequently, and it’s not something we do that often together, maybe a couple of times a year. Usually when someone’s had a tough week or if someone has a really shit date and just wants to get some relief.

Here’s how last night’s session came about.

Kel sent me a text at about 11pm.

“Shitty date, in the area. You home or out?”.

“At friends, I’ll be home in 30. You right?”.

“See you in 30”.

She’s pretty direct like that, which works with my directness too. Kel is the same height as I am, fit, but not obsessed. Well featured face and deep green Irish eyes. Mouth like a trooper, born rural but raised city. Pale Snow White skin and loves red lipstick. Stylish businesswoman during day, rock n roller at night; she wears a Ramones t-shirt because she has a record collection that makes most grown men cry.

I get home and she’s already kicking back on my couch with a neat whiskey in her hand. She knows where the key is. She rolls her eyes immediately before launching into the abomination of the date she just went through. Kel is an absolute handful, no doubt, and she loves bringing the challenge to men. Apparently the guy had shitty politics, and she just had to evacuate. Fair call.

I pour myself a nice Irish drop, we cheers, and I sit next to her on the couch. She rests her head on my shoulder while me sip away and enjoy the silence. She knocks back her whiskey, gives me a quick peck on the cheek, and starts taking her boots off.

I shift position on the couch, so I can watch Kel indulge in her exhibitionist self. She slides her boots off, turns her back towards me, and slowly unzips her skirt, which she has to encourage to slide past her hips. None of her trademark stockings tonight, just her pale and smooth skin. Her ass reveals itself; she’s kept it simple in a g-string, which in itself signals to me that she was hoping her date would turn out well (alas). She removes her short leather jacket and tosses it to the floor. She takes a quick look at me over her shoulder, then pulls off her loose midriff shirt. She’s bra less tonight, and so my eyes are treated to her beautiful back. She then takes her position on the opposite end of my couch.

It’s my turn to undress. I slowly unbutton my shirt – today’s a pearl snap cowboy shirt. I make a show of it and unroll my sleeves, and before opening it up, chest and shoulders wriggling away. I stand up, kick off my shoes, and then ask for her help to loosen my belt, unbutton my pants, and unzip. This is within the rules. I remove my pants, and stand in front of her, so she can watch me, whilst still in reach, and realise that I’m already turned on. I keep my underwear on, and take position on the couch, opposite from her.

Kel starts first.

“Show me your cock already”, she orders. I don’t think it’s going to be a subtle ride ahead. I pull down the front of my waistband one hand on either side of my cock, and without much more ceremony, let my erect cock snap out. I don’t pull the waistband all the way, it stops at the base of my cock, and so I still have sense of modesty to unveil later on.

She leans back on her side, moves her hips forward so her body forms a 45 degree angle with the flat of the couch, brings her legs up, and says “Can you watch me touch myself?”. We like this call and response dynamic.

“Of course I will”.

She pushes her underwear to the side. She has a tiny little triangle of hair pointing to her pussy tonight (she really, really was wanting this date to turn out). She keeps her eyes on me, as she slides a finger up and down the opening of her labia. Make no mistake, she’s teasing herself, I just happen to be the corrupted bystander. I use my right thumb, and touch my cock, moving it up and down along my cock, over the ripples of the veins as they fill, in time with Kel’s movements.

She parts her labia, and I’m treated to the deep strawberry haze of her pussy proper. I wrap a couple of fingers around my cock, as she moves on finger into her pussy, then two, and I react by using my whole hand to hold my cock. I stroke, with the regularity of a piston, and like the finely tuned machine Kel and I are, she strokes herself.

Both flit our gaze between things, and rarely do we just sit and stare into each others eyes as we get into the groove. I’m mesmerised by the sight of her nipples hardening, and the small swirl her tiny tits make as she’s finger fucking herself. I also get caught up in watching the tiny leg shakes she has when she brushes up against her gspot. She loves watching my chest flex and heave as I my breath starts getting heavier. She licks her lips when she notices Pre-cum starting to ooze out of me. I pull down the waistband of my tight boxers a little more, so she can watch as my balls start to swell and reach to the pressure of my hand on the downstroke.

“I’m imagining that I’m riding your cock right now, and that you’re slapping against my ass”, she says, with an obvious accent of horny elation.

“I’m imagining that you’re leaving lipstick on the head of my cock”, I reply to her. That’s the beauty of this thing – that we can see different things.

“Am I sucking your cock or just kissing it?”, “she struggles with the words inbetween her breaths and moans.

“Just kissing it”. As the words leave my mouth, I find myself stroking harder. Kel reacts by moving a hand to one of her tots, and starts squeezing it hard. I can almost see the colour drain from her fingers with the pressure.

“I’m glad I’m not fucking him”, she shares.

“I’m glad you’re here so I can watch you fuck yourself”, I reply. She laughs, and sticks her fingers deeper into herself, and quickly shuts herself up. Her open mouth and moans are muffled, and she starts biting her lip.

My free hand moves to hold my balls, and I begin to squeeze on them as I start to stroke harder up and down. My eyes try to take the whole sight of Kel in, but my eyes keep darting around. I end up focusing on my cock instead, and imagine that I’m slapping it on her stomach.

“I want to come and your stomach” I blurt out – when we say these things, it’s out of the desire to do so, and not the actual act that’s turning us on.

“I want you to come all over my pussy and thighs”, she serves back to me. Both of her hands are now down at her pussy.

“I want to lick that pussy right now, and Iwant you to rub your fingers on my lips while I suck on your clit”, I offer.

“I want to sit on your stomach so you can watch my pussy squirm”, she retorts. This is how it goes.

Sometimes we come at the same time, and it’s deeply satisfying when it does. The dirty talk turns into this tennis game of wits and filth, and sometimes it’s rapid fire, others it’s slow. Sometimes Kel comes first, sometimes I do. But we always make sure we both come. Always.

That’s the rule we don’t state.

Last night, it was Kel who made it over the line first – she started sucking one of her fingers while rubbing her clit. Seemed to do the trick. She melted into the couch and she watched me finish.

I had to ask her to spit in my hand (allowed) and it was after rubbing that all over my cock and getting her to say “I wish you were sucking my clit” over and over again that made me come all over my hands and stomach.

It’s always a sobering thought when we’re both sitting there, spent and pleased. That sudden jolt of “Oh, yes, you ARE next to me”. We always stay in each other’s company for some time afterwards, and talk more shit.

It’s good to have a friend by your side.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8ypq1j/feeling_is_mutual_mf