Finally [mf] 2 friends.

*this is in 3 parts. The first part is PG. Go down the page to parts 3 to read about the naughty bits*

**Part 1**

I fell sleep holding hands with my friend. So many nights, us watching movies on the opposite end of the couch. Not touching. Staying up till 8am watching movies or playing Mario Cart.

We fell asleep holding hands.

It took half the movie to get that far. He had me pick. I had chosen hitchhikers guide to the glaxy. He had a crush on Zooey deschanel. It was one of my favorite movies. It worked.

We sat next to each other this time. Under the pretence of us both needing the blanket. Slowly, over the course of the next hour we would move or shift until our fingers were so close I could feel the heat against my own. If one of us breathed we’d be touching.

And then one of us breathed.

It’s all I could think about. We didn’t look at each other. Just the tips of our fingers against the others. Slowly feeling each other’s wrists and palm.

I took a leap. I reached over and scratched his head. How many times had he told me that was his favorite when he was with someone.

He reached over. His free hand in my hair. My hair wild and pink. It had grown out a bit. He would scratch my head then carefully make sure he hadn’t created any knots, smooth out my hair, and stroke my hair.

The movie was forgotten.

We sat their facing each other. Fingers touching. Hands in each other’s hair. His fingers rubbed my ear. Despite myself I made a noise. Something between a gasp and a moan.

“Your ears are sensitive?”

“Yeah”

“It’s good to get feed back”

Our foreheads touched. We continued to play with the others hair lazily. Occasionally he would rub my ear and I would feel bliss.

He woke up first. I could feel him shift on the couch next to me. We both sat on the couch. Holding hands, his arm around me. I opened my eyes and we just looked at each other.

He suggested we should go to bed.

He got up. Headed to his room. I asked something about the couch but he said it wasn’t comfortable and for me not to worry, he would sleep in clothes.

We each took a separate blanket and layed next to each other. Facing one another. Our hands back in the others hair. This was safe. Not quite touching bodies. We could both still back out and pretend like we hadn’t cared.

This time he took the leap. His free arm found me and pulled me against him. He rubbed my back. We touched foreheads. Once or twice his hand traveled lower and he touched my ass through all my layers of clothing. But we both pretended like we hadn’t noticed.

He kissed me. A small peck. And rolled over and re arranged my body till he was on his back and my face was against his chest. I could feel the picture from his shirt against my cheek. One of his arms was under me and he wrapped it around me, pulling me closer. He moved my legs so they were intertwined with his.

“This is comfortable”

I didn’t answer. We slept.

**part 2**

Every time I rolled over in my sleep I could feel him. He would readjust himself, find me, and pull me back against him.

It took me a while to realize he was still asleep.

His breathing never changed.

At one point he began to lightly snore. I rolled over, facing away from him. He followed. His top arm around my waist. His bottom arm pressed against my neck.

This was new.

I tried to wiggle away. His breathing never changed. He never let go. He just forced my ass against his crotch. And for the first time I felt him. Though 5 layers of clothing. As he snored. His breathing rythmic.

He twitched against my ass. He held me firm. He had never been anything but gentle before, with anyone. I had known him as soft. He was self described as a “squishy” personality.

But now he was firm. I tried to wiggle away again. Just to see. I couldn’t get away. He grabbed me harder. His other arm pressed against my neck till I stopped moving. His breathing never changed. He kept snoring. He never woke up.

A little while later I woke up. He was still asleep. His arm had left my waist and was now feeling up my thighs, occasionally traveling up to cup my breast and rub his thumb against me.

I was very awake. I didn’t move. He continued to sleep. I listened carefully to his breathing. Hoping he was awake, that he was faking to play ignorence.

His hands were back on my thighs.

He arm that had been pressed against my neck had moved while I was sleeping. Now his fingers were stroking my throat.

I wondered if he were awake if he would choke me.

The thought aroused me.

He was still sleeping. Lazily he ran his hands up thighs and stroked my neck. I fell back asleep.

I felt him shift later. Back onto his back. He re-arranged me again so I was draped against him.

We slept on.

**Part 3**

He woke up. I woke up with him.

Hello. How’d you sleep.

He was embarrassed. He was sticky with precum.

We layed there not touching. Each on our backs. Heads turned. Just talking.

He had a secret he told me. I told him I enjoy hearing secrets.

He was touching himself.

He made light of it with jokes. I told him he had been coping feels in his sleep. He was embarrassed.

“That explains all the pre-cum.” He was embarrassed. He stopped stroking himself.

“I enjoyed it.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

I felt him begin to stoke himself again. I was emboldened. I reached over and met his hand. Matching his previous rythm I felt him.

“I also have a secret”

“Hmmm?”

“I’m touching you too”

“That’s not much of a secret.”

“No?”

“No.”

We talked. Pretending like my hand wasn’t wrapped around his cock. Pretending like his hand wasn’t guiding me.

He made jokes. I made jokes.

He said something about blow jobs.

“Is that a hint?”

He refused to be serious. I crawled down the bed. He pulled down his boxers.

It wasn’t long before his hands were buried in my hair, pushing me down. I choked and gagged on his dick.

He was forcefull. I gagged. He didn’t stop.

Occasionally he let go and gave me a breath before pushing me back down. Fucking my throat.

I did my best. I wanted to please.

This is what it meant to be fucked.

I loved the way his hands felt in my hair. The way they grabbed me at the roots and forced me down. Using my hair to guide me into the rythm he wanted.

I kept gagging. He just fucked my face harder.

When he would untangle his hands from my hair I would use that as an opportunity to breath. But I would only get a second before he was back. Pushing me more. Making me take him as deep as I could.

Finally I couldn’t take it anymore. And when he let go of my hair I scrambled back up the bed with him.

“You enjoyed yourself” he wrapped his arms back around me. He smiled as he asked.

“Yes”

“I could tell”

He didn’t kiss me. He just looked at me. And I both hated and loved it.

He told me I did a good job. It completed me.

The way he fucked my mouth. The way he didn’t touch me, how he acted like he didn’t care. How he didn’t kiss me. Him so cocky. Telling me I did well. He let me bask in the moment.

Then we went back to joking. Talking about coffee and work. He was sweet again.

We got dressed. It was 1pm now. He walked me to my car. He hugged me tight. I left.

I texted him I enjoyed last night.

“Definitely…. :P ha”

And that was it. We just texted shitty PewDiePie memes. We pretended like nothing happened.

We are friends. And probably we weren’t ready for the other night. We were still at the stage where we just gave each other extra long hugs when all of our friends were saying goodbye and hugging each other. We’d hold each other extra tight and long and we’d pretend like it was nothing. Even as our friends hinted at us.

That’s basically it for now

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/b6wv1l/finally_mf_2_friends