An eventful month, Part 5 [MF] [long] [series]

Part 5

First off, I apologize for the delay in case anyone has been anxiously waiting for the next part.

If you want to get caught up on the whole series of events:

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8nm5f0/an_eventful_month_part_1_mf_long_series/?st=JKYCHUWH&sh=8d630bdf)

[Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8nwbkm/an_eventful_month_part_2_mf_long_series/?st=JKYCIMJF&sh=a2a4f645)

[Part 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8pnwxp/an_eventful_month_part_3_mf_long_series_cheating/?st=JKYCJ5GJ&sh=01db8758)

[Part 4](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8r47y1/an_eventful_month_part_4_mf_long_series/?st=JKYCJT8Q&sh=7ba501ae)

Just as a note, this part is a little different. There’s still sex, but it’s not the wild unattached type; there’s “feelings” involved. I realize that it might not be what this sub is for, but just to give all the steps of the story, I felt like I needed to include it.

After hooking up with Jessica (my best friend from high school who I had lusted over for years) that night, I had a bit of a dilemma. I said in the last chapter that I had been lusting after Jessica from high school on; that wasn’t entirely true. I had feelings for her and I wanted a relationship. Finally getting physical brought that straight back to the front of mind again.

But, now I had to figure out what to do about Marie (my sexy Latina supervisor from my night job). I felt like I couldn’t hook up with her anymore seeing as I wanted a relationship with Jessica. I concocted a story to get me out of work for a couple days so I didn’t have to deal with Marie.

Jessica said she was would call me the next day after we hooked up. She didn’t. She didn’t the next day either. I was hurt and starting to get nervous. Did I totally screw this up? Have I doomed my chances and ruined our friendship?

Finally she called the next day and I was so relieved. We made plans to meet up that night at her house. Her parents went out of a town for a couple of nights and wanted me to come over. Perfect, I thought.

I get there and to my surprise there’s another friend of ours from school. It’s a bit complicated, but we were all friends in middle school, then I went to a different high school for freshman year but I left there and went to a new high school that opened. and I went there. Jessica was transferred to that school too, and the other friend, let’s call her Nancy, stayed at the other high school. So we sat around talking, having a few drinks. I kept trying to get close to Jessica, but she would move away or do something to put some space between us. Ok, I thought, she doesn’t want Nancy to know so, I’ll just play it cool.

We watched a movie and hung out. It was getting late and apparently I totally misjudged what tonight was about. I forget when but Nancy left and I was alone with Jessica.

“What’s going on? You’re totally ignoring me?,” I asked.

“I … I just wasn’t sure about what we did and stuff I was nervous about being alone with you so I invited Nancy. I’m sorry, I just …” And she put her head on my shoulder as we sat next to each other on the couch. I’m absentmindedly stroking her hair and I feel her chest moving up and down in a strange way. I look down and I realize: she’s crying.

“What’s wrong?” I immediately ask in a comforting tone. “Tell me, what’s wrong.”

“Don’t hate me, please don’t, promise you won’t hate me?”

“I promise, I could never hate you; you’re one of my best friends.”

“I … I,” She sighs, “I got back together with my boyfriend the other day,” and she looks at me with eyes that are wet with tears and have a pleading look of wanting a certain reaction.

Needless to say, I’m devasted; completely heart broken. I admitted I had feelings for her and, quite honestly, I probably loved her. I would have been hers for as long as she wanted me.

“Oh, ummmm, ok. I understand, I do. I totally do. So, nothings changed. We’ll still be friends. I want you to be happy, so …..” I’m saying these things to convince myself as much as I’m saying it for her. “I guess, I mean, I guess I’ll go then.”

“I’m sorry,” she’s crying harder now. “I don’t know why I did it. I felt pressured to. My parents really like him and they were kind of upset that I broke up with him. He’s been calling all the time pleading and begging me to get back together. It was 2 years and, I don’t know, I felt like I couldn’t throw that away….”

“You don’t need to explain to me. It’s your decision to make and it’s your life and you have to do what you have to do. It doesn’t change that we’re friends,” I say. I give her a friendly kiss on the top of her head and wrap my arms around her for a hug. “It doesn’t change the fact that I love you,” wait … what the fuck did I just say … “ummm, as a friend, you know.” I’m blushing hard as I’m so embarrassed I just let that slip out. “Ok, I have to go,” I start to get up but she holds my hand and won’t let go.

“No. Stay, please?,” she says as she stands up and takes both of my hands into hers. “Please? I want you to stay ….. I …..” She looks down, “love you too.” With that she kisses me. A soft, sensual kiss; she wraps her arms around my neck as the kiss continues. She breaks the kiss and, still lightly crying, “Be with me tonight? Let me have tonight to remember after I go back to him.”

I don’t know what to say. Obviously I want it; I want her. But I can’t have everything that I want and will having this just make the pain of it all too unbearable? I stand there quietly for a moment. She’s asking “please? For me?”

I wrap my hands around her waist; “for you,” I say. I bend my face down and kiss her. We kiss standing there. Slowly and softly. Melting into each other. She takes my hand and says “come on,” and she leads me to her bedroom.

In her bedroom, we embrace and kiss more. She maneuvers me and sits me on her bed. Slowly she lifts her top up over her head and off. She undoes her jeans and slides them down and off. She’s standing before me in her bra and panties and she is absolute perfection in my eyes. I stand up and remove my shirt and my pants. She reaches her hands down to slide off my boxers, I reach around to undo her bra. My cock and her tits are freed. I then reach down and slide off her panties. We touch each other, and kiss. “Sit down,” she says.

I do. She gets on her knees and runs her hands up my thighs. She lowers her head and proceeds to kiss the top of my cock. She licks around the head, licks the shaft up and down until she finally takes me into her mouth all the way. It’s warm and wet and perfect. She proceeds to give me a slow and sensual blowjob. To this day, it’s the best head I’ve ever had.

I was getting close to cumming and I tried to pull her up; I didn’t want to cum just yet. “No,” she said. “Let me do this for you. Please.”

How could I say no? She went back at it and no longer after I came. I groaned loud as I did; a groan from deep down from how good it felt. She didn’t flinch as I came in her mouth. She swallowed and climbed up into the bed next to me.

From there we kissed, we touched and caresses each other. I moved my head down and kissed her perfect tits. I licked and sucked on her nipples as she moaned. At that point I wanted to go down on her and started making my way down, but she stopped me.

“Use your hand and look at me when I cum for you.” I started to run my fingers up and down her pussy. After a few minutes of this, I find her clit and start to rub it with my fingers. I’m lying next to her and her face is inches from mine and we’re literally staring into each other’s eyes. I keep giving her pussy the attention it needs. She’s building and building; getting close and closer. Just before she cums she says it again: “I love you.” She cums.

Im rock hard again. She reaches down and gets her hand wet from her pussy and starts stroking my cock. Then she starts lining it up to put it in her. “Wait, we need protection.”

“I’m on the pill, it’s fine.”

“No, I hooked up with someone recently without any and to be safe and all we should use some.”

“I don’t care,” and with that I’m in her. “Too late now anyway.”

We kiss and I roll on top of her and we fuck in missionary. It’s slow and sensual. It’s making love, not fucking. We change positions often: she rides me slow and controlled; I take her from behind as we spoon. We fuck like this for a while. She cums a few times and I do too.

I stay the night and we have sex until we’re exhausted. We make love more; we fuck hard; we do everything until we’re spent and we fall asleep together.

We wake up the next morning and we make love again. It’s the last time. We both know it. We also this is the end of our relationship; we can’t be just friends after this. We’re not going to talk again after this. We’re not going to hang out again.

After we’re done, we can’t really look at each other. It hurts to much. I get dressed in silence and finally turn and look at her. “Well … I guess … goodbye.”

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