One [M] of those busy [F,F,F] days

I didn’t want to post so soon. But I was thinking of doing a quick post about what happened after I wrote that story but it seemed kind of silly to describe texting a chick all day and jerking off in a stairwell because it left me horny the rest of the day. Especially without pics or a video? What’s the sub again? Anyway, I def got some motivation this morning. But some of you awesome people have such great stories and great post histories that this whole ‘I’m gonna write a gw story’ just can’t seem to happen without also getting off in the process.

THis is long. 2/3’s of it is about sex though. So shrug?

I was drinking a lot that summer and also partying a bit I guess. I think I was throwing parties but I can’t really remember if it was around the time I did. I threw some really, really good fucking parties. Just a lot of fun, a lot of booze, they ran late. Good shit. It also makes me wonder how many people actually had sex at that house. I was way too drunk to notice though, most of the time.

This day though wasn’t about a party. It was just one of those chill summer days when your somewhere in your younger 20’s. Those times where it feels like, especially earlier in the summer when anyone and everyone you know is out and about? You can kind of run into people places, meet up/find someone to hang out with or have a drink with no matter what time it is. Just like those feel good vibes kind of summer days?

It’s early. Even a bit early for a drink. Maybe 10 or 11 AM. Jules comes over to hang out. She was cool, and we had been friends a long time. We had never done anything and to be honest I really never thought we would. It’s just one of those relationship. Guys and girls can be friends without having sex. We had always drank together, partied together and generally had spent a lot of late nights in all sorts of places doing a cocaine together.

She comes over, we’re out of college, and you don’t see your friends as much. We have a few beers probably. There’s another couple girls there but honestly I really can’t remember who they were. I didn’t hang out with them a lot and I’m really not sure what they were doing there. I guess, to a degree, I was always someone down to get fucked up, and that house had a great backyard to get drunk in. Grill, dartboard, jacuzzi, table, beer pong table.

Morning turns to early afternoon and sober turns into a nice buzz. It’s just me and her and we go inside to get out of the heat and relax a bit. I’m super comfortable with this girl, we both are with each other, and really there’s much more of a…sigh…brotherly bond thing going on than it was sexual. Albeit a terrible older brother that you do cocaine with.

Julie was pretty hot. She had that light brown skin and a round face. Big eyes you could get lost in without trying. Her tits were about as good as it got. I had a couple friends who fucked her. She was always immediately drawn to that guy in the group you shouldn’t hang out with. Which, I know, might kind of sound like me in most groups but believe it or not I actually fall into the nice guy category a bit. Chivalry and all that. So I had heard she had nice tits but I had really only seen one when she got her nipple pierced. Her ass matched to be equally as bubbly as her chest and she just had the right curves. You know hip cleavage? Like those kind of thighs. She was hot. More importantly though, she was fucking cool. I kind of miss the times we spent together.

We’re inside, she’s in those flowy summer dresses. We’re young, it’s summer. I’m in shorts and a t shirt. We’re both kind of drunk and she just kind of falls into me saying “nap time”. I really, really don’t think it was a move. She had been bitching a bit about this on and off guy being a bit too controlling and really trying to carve out her limits with him because she really liked him.

She falls into my shoulder and we’re kind of laying there in the ac, tv is off, not moving. She readjust to get more comfortable putting her head on my lap. We’re sitting like this a bit and just like kind of flirty but nothing out of the ordinary and then we both kind of move at the same time and the fact my dick was kind of hard became really apparent. She flips on her stomach and her head isn’t on my thigh anymore. She props herself up on her elbows. But her head is still kind of right there.

“You know we’ve never actually…”

“Yeah, I know, and it’s cool. You’re cool. Never really, well I’ve thought about it but ya know it was never something I wanted not like Alex” Who was another chick I didn’t get to fuck but really wanted to back in college.

“You’re a good friend.” She takes a finger and kind is tracing around my thigh over my shorts, higher, higher, and correspondingly my dick is getting harder and harder. “Ya know, you actually really looked out for me a few times”

I knew what she was referring too. Shit happens. But some people are worth fucking off out of your life and some aren’t. She was someone I always gave a shit about, firmly in the latter.

“You’re a good friend too” I put my hand on her ass. And now I’m like soooo penis, what do we want to do? But I really don’t. I’m going to let her steer the ship, take it as far as she wants to go. There’s actually history, and maybe a future that could go to shit between friends.

With one finger she kind of tugs down my shorts. I lift my ass up and actually pull them off. I stopped wearing underwear years ago. Now her face is right there. I can feel her breathe on my cock. She takes the head in her mouth.

I felt like I was floating off the couch. Maybe it was the position. More likely her. The way she had the head of my dick in her mouth felt so good. I let out a groan and I hear this laugh. Before I can even say anything she’s back at it, all the way down and all the way up. Playing with the head just right. Using a hand on my balls. She gives great blowjobs, and that, somehow, I hadn’t heard about. Or maybe she doesn’t give great blowjobs to everyone. ;)

I’m almost uncontrollably moving. My leg is pushing that stupid coffee table out of the way because she keeps tensing me up every few seconds with whatever magic she’s doing down there. And it is fucking magic. My toes are curling, my legs are moving, and I can’t shut up. She slows down for a bit and works on my balls. And when she looked up at me…man. Ya know, that was a special fucking blowjob. I do miss her.

But just as she starts back in after kissing the head of my cock we hear my backdoor open. Well, she heard it because I’m sitting there still out of breathe like thinking about how good its gonna feel to cum. She says hey and I hear the footsteps, a fridge open. Thank god for that fridge man. And the gym shorts are back she’s in the corner of the couch away from me and, thankfully sitting under the AC didn’t have us leaving two sweaty spots on the couch.

Bri says “What are you guys sitting inside for?”

So we get up and go outside. As we do Julie fixes like ya know, what my hands had done. The beauty of the dress or skirt is up? I can be inside you, down? and we’re back to normal life. Still her bra was shifted, her thong pulled to the side. It felt like one of those fucked up movie scenes where the person walking in front of something has no idea what is behind them.

We get outside and Julie sits for a quick 15 min, kind of reintroduces herself, and says she’s gotta go. I walk her out to her car.

“So that’s the girl you’ve been seeing?”

“Ah yeah?”

“She’s cool, kind of cute”

“Thanks, we good?”

“Of course we’re good, D.” She gives me this smile that absolutely says I’m glad that happened.

“Good, ya know, I’d never…”

She interrupts me though. “Oh you’d never, except you were gonna.”

“Yeah, you right, just glad we can be friends who don’t have to have sex.” She’s laughing pretty hard now. We hug, I kiss on the cheek, like I have 1000 times before, and she kisses me back on the cheek. That’s also when I realized we didn’t even kiss inside. And that kind of made it hotter.

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Bri is in the backyard with a couple friends. I say her friends because I really only was a part of that group through her and another mutual acquaintance. They never really were my friends. Which is fine. In hindsight, it worked out so much better this way.

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I’m still kind of tipsy. Except now my balls are like woha, buddy, this ain’t right. Alarm bells are ringing because something needs to happen here. I didn’t really waste any time. Always the good host I get people drinks, beers, set them up to get their own second drink, food, cups, ping pong balls. I don’t give a shit call whoever.

“Bri, hey,” Grab her hand go inside. I smell a bit of booze. Our relationship was very much about drinking and sex. Which was alright by me. I loved her. But ya know. I also loved drinking and sex.

We sit on the same couch which in hindsight I maybe, eh fuck it. Whatever. I kiss her slowly and we start making out. She pulls back and gives me this look.

“no, I know I mentioned her before, don’t go there. We’re damn good friends and we were alone all of 15 minutes.”

“Sorry my last boyfriend cheated, just so you know”

Well, there’s a reason we haven’t had that conversation yet. You know when you might be seeing someone and are thinking are we exclusive? But maaaybe you’re going to see so and so Friday night so that conversation is held off till Monday? Yeah, maybe I’m in technicality territory. None the less, I was definitely not cheating here. Not that I wouldn’t in the future. Just not here.

“I honestly couldn’t imagine doing anything with her. I’ve been thinking about you all morning” And that did it. She leaned back in and started kissing me. I’m doing my best to move slow. We had had sex already but I got the sense that wasn’t happening here. We had friends right around the corner, through the kitchen and out the back door. If you ask me, plenty of distance but people still came in for ice and shit.

I unbutton her jeans and start rubbing her pussy over her panties. Nothing special. She was cute though. Had a nice ass, a flat stomach. Not too small perky tits. Her hair was long down her back and she had a pretty face. She kept pulling her face back and moaning. Really, that’s all I need from a woman. If you’re into sex, I will absolutely enjoy every second of it with you.

She stands up and pulls her pants down a bit. I get the hint and do the same. We’re both getting each other off. It’s really hot. She’s soaking wet and I can’t help but think about fucking her. She’s spitting on her hand and using it on herself here or there to jerk me off. Plus she can see me noticed every time she does that and the shit eating grin it puts on my face.

She’s really getting into it though and I really want to make her cum. I’m pretty into it. I’m horny, I’ll get mine. Very much a her first kind of guy. Always have been. I turn to face her and bring my other hand down there sliding a couple fingers inside her. Now she really lets out a moan. So I give her a shh. Like don’t make me regret this, I really need to cum too. I’m kissing her neck, sucking on her nipples. Shes biting into my shoulder every time she goes to moan loudly. And it seems like it’s happening a lot. Finally I feel her kind of bite down and I hear it despite moaning it into my shirt. She pushes up with her legs, kind of like standing against the back of the couch and her thighs lock up tight around my hands. I can barely move them anymore. Her grip on my forearm is a vice and she digs her nails in hard.

She has a smile on her face that you really only get from a great orgasm. I sit back, now wondering why I wasn’t a bit more selfish. The thought barely crosses my mind when she leans down and starts to suck my dick. Now, it did occur to me, that maybe it smelled like sex. Or maybe it wasn’t like fully dry. I had this quick moment of horror out of a movie where she’d pop her head up, look me dead in the eye, and say I taste someone else on your cock or something. It’s a ridiculous thought. I mean she was just jerking me off with her own juices. It did occur to me though.

Of the course of the next couple years she learned to take my whole cock in her mouth. Which was about as good as it sounded. This blowjob though she got 3/4s of the way down. It didn’t really change anything though. Whenever she had your dick deep in her throat I don’t know if she lifted her tongue up or just moved some muscle back there. But she’d do something and it felt wild. Out of the small pleasures in life having your dick in the back of a woman’s throat is def on the list. She managed to make it that much better. A few times she would do this and I’d shoot my load so hard she choked. It actually would scare me a bit lol.

But this blowjob wasn’t really as good as the one I was getting a half hour ago.

“Get on top.”

She left her jeans around one leg and lowered herself on my cock. Your dick will recognize a [kegel](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7C8uoq98x2A) pussy a mile away. Because holy shit. No, really, holy shit. I’m vocal during sex, which I enjoy, she usually does too. But it felt like the second time in the day where I had this whole body groan coming out of me. It wasn’t so much a floating feeling, I’m too involved this time around to check out like that but man it took me a couple of seconds to compose myself and get going.

She’s up and down squeezing her thighs and definitely the pelvic floor. The smile on her face in both the sensation and in knowing this was a first for me was telling. We’re up and down only a few times when that noticeable sound of the sliding backdoor drifts into the living room. Now, if I was a smarter guy I’d have taken her to a bedroom. Or maybe, at least, turned on the tv. I mean there’s no way your reading this thinking he’s walking away without a nut here.

We kind of freeze awkwardly. She’s like up and slowly lowers herself down. Not really helping my concentration because instinctively I kind of push back. And I remember the look she gave me like wtf? And kind of slapped my hand away from her ass. I guess things were too quiet because her friend says You alright in there?

We both in damn near unison are like yea we’re good or something to that effect. I don’t know who exactly laughed or if we all did. I don’t think she realized I was balls deep into Bri but ya know, it was obvious something was happening. What was probably like a few seconds but felt like 30 I hear the door close.

She kind of goes to get off and I give her a wtf? look.

And then she lowers herself back down and I grab her ass again bouncing her on my dick. I’m not wasting any time here. I bounce her up and down on my cock and really, it wasn’t going to take long anyway. She knew what she was doing and was by far one of the best fucks of my life. She’d kind of stop every so often at the top and make the rhythm sort of interrupted in this way that let her dictate the pace. I guess I can kind of be aggressive but I was firmly at the mercy of her motion.

As quietly as I can be now she gets me there but I still can’t keep my mouth shut. I’m gonna cum, and she gets but slides down my dick like so her stomach and pussy is right there letting me shoot this load all over her. And it fucking came and came. It was up to her tits, on her shirt, on my thighs, on my chest. That orgasm, my hands squeezing her ass, each grunt I let out as I shot rope after rope and nuzzled my head into her chest as I finished. Spent. That orgasm was something else. If I could recreate an edging blowjob and a kegel orgasm everyday….I’m not even sure I’d handle that everyday. It really felt that good. It also kind of kicked off a relationship.

As I’m kind of getting my shit together. Like, I’m wiping my face because, I don’t know why, I’m trying to like regain my senses and to get blood to return to other parts of my body that aren’t my dick. I’m making sure this is, in fact, real, I also notice the time. It’s like somewhat after 5. Which seems like a really long time. And maybe it was. But then again, who gives a shit. It’s summer.

Except Abby is supposed to stop by. I’ve been fucking Abby at this point, on and off, I guess for a year? Maybe longer. I don’t know. If I partied in college a lot with Julie, me and Abby were the stars of our own Fear and Loathing in NYC. I didn’t just do cocaine with Abby, I did things with coke with Abby. There was never not a bottle of vodka in her freezer so cold it got thick like. Which, to this day, is really the only way I can stomach vodka. I never drank it, but with her, meh, it was passing up on too much fun not to.

Guess I’ll just follow it up with a separate post though. This is a fucking book as it is. That was a fun night though. Or maybe that’s just enough anyway.

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Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/avitr4/one_m_of_those_busy_fff_days