It was her birthday. We lived a few hours apart, but she had come to pick me up at the halfway point the night before. It was an interesting time in our relationship – we’d been intimate and telling each other we were in love for several months by this point, but she had been dating a guy for several years and that ended after we’d already started. However, a few weeks before this, she had hooked up with him again, and I’d been hurt, but no less lustful for her physically.
We’d spent the day out doing her favorite things and visiting people. At this point, we didn’t consider ourselves a couple, but we had never been a couple publicly anyway. However, it was no surprise to her family that I was there, as we were close friends.
We purchased some strawberry moonshine before heading back to her apartment after we’d seen some videos of how drunk it got people, and it looked like a good time. We took videos of us taking shots. Stupid us, the shot glasses we’d purchased were actually double the size of regular ones. One shot, felt nothing. Took another, equally strong, gave it a little while… nothing. Half an hour in, we took a third. 45 minutes after the first and things started getting blurry – we’d taken 6 shots in half an hour. She was 5’8”, me 5’4”, both had lost some weight in the several months we’d known each other, and neither of us were drinking frequently.
We Skyped a mutual friend and she asked about our status as a couple. We didn’t have a good answer; we were still incredibly flirty and there was a good amount of sexual tension, but things were weird. However, when she’d spilled earlier, I’d licked alcohol off her thigh, so we knew where the evening was headed.
We started making videos to send our friends of the results of this moonshine, which quickly turned into accidental soft core porn. I kissed her hungrily, manifesting all of my hurt and all of my desire into lips, tongues, and soft moans. We pulled each other closer, as we were laying on the floor, and both of our hips started grinding softly. I kissed across her cheek to her ear and down her neck; this is something she had told me drove her wild even before we ever did anything sexual, and it was one of my favorite things to do to her. Her feminine moans went right into my ear and we started undressing each other.
We headed to the bedroom and turned on the bedside lamp; we had only ever had sex in the dark once, and it was in the beginning of our relationship. We needed to see each other, to devour each other with our eyes. To make eye contact. To constantly communicate.
We were quickly completely naked, me on my back and her straddled over me. We made out more as hands started exploring. Her mouth explored to my DDD breasts and took in a nipple, sucking and then quickly flicking her tongue over it. She looked up at me and smirked when she disengaged. She slid back up and I felt her moist warmth on my thigh before getting a hand between her legs, unfolding her lips, and immediately starting two fingers deep, come-hither motioning her G-spot. It was like another home; it took no effort to find it after all of our other encounters. She moaned and got a finger in me as well. She started collapsing and I rolled onto my side, so we were side by side facing each other.
Things were already very blurry at this point, and I quickly reached a level where I was going in and out of complete consciousness. I felt half awake, only because I was being pleasured and trying to focus on her, as I always wanted to be more giving. As she gasped and squealed through her first orgasm, I continued my finger movements and pulled her in to suck on her collarbone. As evidenced by the hickeys the next morning, I obviously missed and went in for the kill at her neck. The neighbors upstairs pounded on the floor; this wasn’t the first time.
Soon after a brief recovery nap/attempt to sober up, she got out of the bed. She returned giggling and hiding things behind her back. She dropped what she had and dug out scarves, with which she tied my wrists and ankles and restrained me to the bed. I didn’t have any desire or honestly any energy to fight it.
She had no mercy this night. She revealed a magenta velvet touch vibrator and a pink, phallic dildo. She smirked at me again, kissed me softly, and then turned on the vibrator at full strength. She ran it between my labia and over my clit in an irregular pattern, so I could not prepare myself for the sensations. She then penetrated me with the dildo and began thrusting. We had never used toys together; she had purchased me a vibrator similar to the one she used on me and told me to work out all of my long-distance frustrations with it, but I was sexually timid alone and hadn’t ever figured out how to make myself orgasm at that point. Besides, I was usually the one who got her worked up during our nightly phone calls and FaceTimes; she’d tell me she needed to go for a short time and come back 15 minutes later, cursing me for getting her so worked up, but thanking me for influencing her to orgasm.
I had no control of anything. I was tied down, I was overwhelmed with sensations, and I was nearly blackout drunk. I just remember low moans and seeing her look at me proud. I don’t even know how long it lasted, and I don’t know how I ended up untied. I only know I woke up next to her, both of us still naked, and both of us covered in hickeys. Thank God for scarf season.
We made out a little, cursed each other for the hickeys, recovered all of my belongings, and headed to meet my mom so I could get back to my apartment in my college town three and a half hours away. It hurt to walk and we’re lucky it was a cloudy day, as light was hard. But we decided we obviously weren’t done being in at least a sexual relationship, as there was clearly a lot left to accomplish.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9rgtpa/ff_moonshine_long
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